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EJAX-472: Ch. 01

By: fmcchris



My name is Dr. Christiana Swensen and I am the founder/director of the Swensen Sex Research Clinic in Stockholm, Sweden. My area of specialty is the study of the male reproductive system and the pathologies associated with the epididymides, vas deferens, bulbourethral glands, and the prostate. My research over the past seven years has been devoted to helping men with low sperm counts or ejaculatory problems achieve a more satisfying sex life for themselves and their partners. 

In July of last year I formulated an oral medication in the form of a highly concentrated tablet called "EJAX-472". Most of the ingredients of EJAX-472 are derived from natural, organic foods that have been proven to strengthen the male reproductive system. These substances have been further enhanced by the addition of a genetically manipulated gene inherent in the plant, Secalecereale Phleumpratence, which has been shown to increase sperm production from anywhere between 100% to 300% in most subjects. 

My initial tests with EJAX-472 were performed on male lab rats. After receiving an injection of the substance for several weeks, they copulated so frequently with the female rats that they had to be removed and put in separate cages. Even when the female rats were not present, the male rats would continue to copulate with any object in the cage. Three of my colleagues were present during these first experiments with the new drug and they were amazed at the energetic reaction it produced in the rat subjects. Subsequent tests revealed the following statistics in regards to sperm count and ejaculatory characteristics: (1) intense ejaculatory contractions; (2) increased orgasmic sensation and length of orgasm; (3) improved semen quality and sperm volume.

Once initial tests with the rats were concluded, it was time to test the drug on human subjects. We received applications from over 400 men, but during the selection process we had to eliminate many individuals for a variety of medical reasons. Ultimately, ten men were chosen to participate in the study, all of whom had a history of ejaculatory/sperm dysfunction. They ranged in age from 19 to 44 years and represented a cross section of various ethnic groups and lifestyles. Five of the subjects were single and five were married. 

After all the men had received medical clearance from their personal physicians, I arranged to meet with them and their significant others at the Clinic. At 11:00 AM on May 22, two weeks prior to the experiment, the men, accompanied by their wives and one girlfriend, met with me and two of my assistants in the Clinic's conference room to discuss the particulars of the test. After introductions and pleasantries had been made, I began the conversation by explaining the details of the experiment and what was expected of the subjects.

"First of all, I want to thank all of you for coming here today. You gentlemen are going to participate in a very important study, which I hope will succeed in improving your sex life. I am going to address certain issues related to the test and I will be happy to answer any questions you may have regarding the nature of the experiment as we go along. I assume all of you have read the documentation related to the test study?"

Everyone nodded in general agreement.

"Good. That was provided to give you a general overview. But now I wish to address certain particulars of which all of you must be made aware. Don't worry. I'm not asking any of you to do anything contrary to your own sense of ethics. And should you find anything I say to be offensive or objectionable, you have the option to withdraw from the experiment. However, in order for this experiment to succeed, I will need your total compliance. Is that understood?"

A tall, black man whose name was Barney looked at his wife Janine and said, "Is that okay with you baby?"

"I have no problem with it so far," she said coolly.

The rest of the group silently nodded their acceptance.

"Okay. I'll keep it short and simple. For the next two weeks you ten gentlemen will be housed here at the Clinic and all your activities will be monitored. The EJAX-472 supplement will be administered twice daily—at morning and evening meals. Your significant others may visit you at any time but under no circumstances will you be allowed to engage in sexual relations. You must remain celibate and refrain from ejaculating or the validity of the test will be compromised. My assistants here will be checking up on you periodically to make certain that you adhere to the rules. Any attempt to flaunt these rules will be met with immediate dismissal."

"Why do they have to refrain from ejaculating doctor?" asked one of the wives with long brown hair.

"Remember that EJAX-472 is an extremely potent fertility drug. The two-week interval before conducting the test is to allow the concentration of the drug to build up in the bloodstream. Therefore, any attempt to ejaculate will lessen the drug's effectiveness and produce inaccurate test results."

Janine smirked. "If this drug is as powerful as you say it is, how you gonna keep my man from jerkin' off?"

Barney frowned at his wife's untoward remark.

"At this point I don't know what side effects to anticipate," I replied calmly. "The men may feel an overpowering need to masturbate or they may not. They may suffer with constant erections or they may not. As I told you, they will be constantly monitored."

"Are we going to end up like them rats Doc?" asked a man called Stuart. "You know, like humping the toilet seat or something?"

Everyone laughed at his humorous comment.

"I can't give you an answer because I don't know. To predict human reactions to the drug based upon tests with non-human subjects is extremely problematical. But rest assured that I and my staff are here to assist all of you and to make your experience as comfortable and pleasant as possible. Any other questions?" 

"I have one," said Jeffrey, a handsome, blonde man in his early forties. "Are there going to be guys hanging around while we do our thing?"

"Is that a problem for you?" I asked.

"I would say that's gonna be a problem for most of us," Barney interjected.

"Really? So you're telling me that you're willing to be tested in front of a roomful of women but the presence of other men is going to make you feel uncomfortable?"

"That's it."

I shook my head. "Do all of you men feel the same way about this?"

All ten men expressed the same feelings of reluctance at having any other men present but themselves.

"All right. I'll see to it that in addition to the women now present, only females will be allowed to observe the experiment. Speaking of which, some of my colleagues at Stockholm University have expressed an interest in attending. I don't know how many people plan to come, but you could find yourself performing for a small crowd. Do any of you have any objections to that?"

"I don't care if there's a hundred women. Just don't invite any guys," said Jeffrey.

"No problem. I will also be asking for volunteers from the audience to assist in order to maintain objectivity and to avoid clinical bias. Is this acceptable to all of you?"

John Cardelli's wife, Ann, looked at me furtively. "Assist in what way?" she asked.

"Well, primarily with the manipulation of the subject's genitals."

"You mean masturbation?" 

"Yes."

"I don't know if I like the idea of my husband being masturbated by some strange woman," she replied with dismay.

"I'm sorry," I replied, "but this was all spelled out to you in the contract that you and your husband signed. If you have a problem with it you'll have to talk it over with him and make a decision."

Ann looked at her husband with a look of supplication but he remained unmoved.

"Do what you have to doc," John said. "Just make us well."

Adam, a strikingly handsome nineteen-year-old, seconded John's wish. "Amen to that!"

"Just one thing," said Janine. "How you gonna get them chicks to give handjobs anyway? Ain't they all doctors?"

I found her rudeness offensive, but tried to address her question with equanimity. "Some are doctors, some are interns, and some represent various medical and scientific disciplines. All of these women have been made aware that their volunteering for this experiment is paramount to its success. So far, none of the women have shown any reluctance to give "handjobs," as you put it, "since their efforts can only serve to advance the boundaries of medical science. Does that answer your question?"

She looked down at the floor. "That's the damndest thing I ever heard!"

"Now baby, you knew all this coming in," Barney reprimanded his wife. "Why you gotta give the doctor a hard time?"

She continued looking down at the floor without answering.

"Well, if there are no other questions, we can adjourn. If you gentlemen will follow my assistant Rebecca, she will take you to your rooms."

The men dutifully followed my associate to their respective suites while my assistant, Maria, showed the women out.

After thinking it over for a while, I had to agree with the men's insistence upon having only a female audience present during the test. Due to the highly intimate nature of the experiment, and in order to encourage each subject's natural sexual response, I realized that the presence of strange males might affect the men's performance in a negative way. I therefore forbade any of my male colleagues from attending, and decided to utilize only the services of several of my female colleagues. The women would observe, take notes, and, if necessary, participate in the actual test. Some would be responsible for the logistics associated with seeing that privacy and security were maintained in order to give the subjects a comfortable and secure environment in which to perform. Two of my assistants would videotape the experiment using two cameras, so that the entire staff could review the tape for further study at a later time. I also contacted several of my female colleagues at Stockholm University and told them that they were welcome to attend the experiment and that they could invite whomever they wanted.

During the first week of the administration of EJAX-472, no anomalies were reported. But during the beginning of the second week, several of the men stared to complain of a "heavy" or "full" feeling in their scrotums accompanied by a strong desire to either copulate or masturbate to orgasm. This could imply that the drug was beginning to take effect, or it might simply have been a natural response resulting from a long period of sexual abstinence. It was during this period that two of the five unmarried men and two married men had to be dismissed for various reasons. One unmarried man simply became disinterested in the project and quit without further explanation. Another said he was tired of abstaining from sex and simply had to masturbate to relieve the pressure in his testicles. One of the married men told me that his wife had second thoughts about the whole thing and demanded he withdraw. The wife of another married man told me that on the night she had visited him, he demanded sex from her and she refused. They argued and she walked out, telling my assistant Rebecca that she thought her husband was going crazy. Rebecca entered the man's room to see if she could calm him down. She later told me that she heard a loud moaning sound coming from the bathroom. She opened the bathroom door just in time to see him climax into the toilet, shooting—as she whimsically put it—"huge wads of cum" into the air. Although I was disappointed to have lost four of my subjects, I was relieved to learn that no negative side effects or adverse levels of toxicity were observed further. 

At precisely 9:00 AM on the day of the test, all six subjects walked into the lab room in their white frocks looking refreshed but a little nervous. The three wives and one girlfriend were there to greet the men as they entered. As arranged, all the men wore nothing underneath. A few of them looked at me with barely disguised lust in their eyes, which had a most disconcerting effect upon me. The women seemed a little anxious and asked me if the men were all right. I reassured them that everything was fine. Although I had no idea what to expect myself, I tried hard to exude an air of self-confidence, hoping this would allay some of the uncertainty they were experiencing. One of the unmarried men, whose girl friend had recently refused to take part in the experiment, jokingly told me not to worry, that he would take matters "into my own hands". 

The ladies and test subjects were led into a suite of offices adjoining the lab where the men would wait until their names were called. I had arranged for the test to be conducted in one of the Clinic's smaller lab rooms, but was forced to use the larger lab room when more than 200 of my female colleagues and their guests showed up. I had not anticipated such a response but was overjoyed at the turnout nonetheless.

At one end of the lab was a large platform about a foot high, and on either side of the platform were doors leading out to the small suite of offices where the men were waiting. The rows of chairs formed a semicircle around the stage extending almost to the back of the room. It took a good forty-five minutes for the crowd to assemble. Many of the women in attendance I recognized as being some of the most esteemed doctors and scientists in Sweden. As they filed into the lab they talked in an animated fashion, fueled by professional curiosity and by the inherently prurient nature of the experiment. 

It was almost 10:00 AM before the audience began to settle down. The cameras, and their operators, were in position and had already begun filming. Rebecca told me that all the test subjects were ready and awaiting my word to begin. I had ordered my assistants to cover the platform with protective layers of a thin, translucent plastic. I did this as a precaution: if the experiment was successful (as I hoped it would be), the platform would be saturated with sperm from each successive subject, and the plastic sheets would have to be removed for sanitary reasons. I also ordered that large glass beakers be placed upon the stage for the men to direct at least a few of their bursts of semen. This was done so that semen volume and sperm count could be calculated. Some of the women in the audience were seated precariously close to the platform, and although I did not want to see anyone's clothes soiled by a wayward stream of ejaculate, I almost wished it would happen as a testimonial to the success of my drug.

An air of expectation seemed to come over the audience as I walked onto the platform. I nodded to Rebecca, who gave instructions to several other assistants to prepare to take their place on the stage and await my orders. Some of the women in the audience were friends of mine and waved to me from their seats. In all they were a diverse group of doctors, scientists, geneticists, graduate students, and their guests. I felt proud to be addressing such a respected community of women professionals. 

"Good-morning everyone," I said into the microphone, "and thank you for being here. Most of you know who I am, but for those of you who don't know me, I am Dr. Christiana Swensen, founder and director of the Swensen Sex Research Clinic. This is the first in a series of tests to be conducted on the efficacy of my new male fertility drug called 'EJAX-472'. The drug is still in its testing stages. To give you a brief idea of what results have been recorded with EJAX-472, I can tell you that, in tests done with male rats, orgasms would frequently exceed several minutes, resulting in abundant streams of sperm being exuded. The amount of active, non-deformed sperm contained in the rat's ejaculate was increased by amounts of up to 300 percent in some cases."

The audience's response to this last statement was exemplified by a sudden plethora of soft-spoken comments—some positive, some of outright disapprobation. I noticed that some of the women were quite young, maybe around 20 years old or so and were probably the daughters of some of my colleagues. Two of the younger women in the front row were whispering in each other's ears and giggling. One of these girls, a pretty blonde, was quickly chastised by a woman sitting in the seat to her right. The girl looked at me sheepishly and just as quickly looked away.

"As many of my esteemed colleagues know, there are many men who cannot father children because of a low sperm count due to various dysfunctions of the male reproductive system. Some of these men may be able to sustain an erection for a short period of time, or not at all, thus denying them and their partners an enjoyable and satisfying sexual relationship. It was my idea seven years ago to address this problem, and tonight you are all going to witness the results of my labors. Remember that this is only a preliminary test of a prototypical drug. I cannot guarantee the results. You are here because most of you are friends of mine, and I wanted you to be present should the experiment prove successful, which I hope it will. And now ladies, I am proud to announce the introduction of my new male fertility drug, 'EJAX-472'. I am now going to bring on the first of six subjects, all who have graciously offered their time and effort to assist me in my experiment. Thank you for your attention."

I turned to Rebecca. "Please escort the first of our subjects to the platform please."

I walked off the stage and stood several feet away to the left. Rebecca, my assistants, the six subjects, and their female counterparts, would now conduct the experiment for an enthralled crowd of curious, skeptical women. This was the moment I had been waiting for. If the test succeeded, I would have the support of the entire Swedish scientific community behind me. And in time, I would be able to market the drug after further refinements had been made. If the experiment turned out to be a failure, it could mean more years of research and experimentation. This was something I did not look forward to. As the first subject walked onto the platform accompanied by his wife, I wrung my hands in nervous anticipation.

"Our first subject," Rebecca said into the microphone, "is a white, married male of 44 years of age who suffers from erectile dysfunction. The subject complains of not being able to engage in intercourse due to his inability to maintain an erection. The experiment being conducted is to test the efficacy of EJAX-472 in aiding the subject in acquiring and maintaining an erection by increasing blood flow to the penis with subsequent discharge of semen. The subject's wife will assist in the demonstration."

The subject standing on the stage was Jeffrey Ames. In our earlier meeting, he had raised an objection about performing in front of men, but standing naked in front of a group of strange women did not seem to quell his apparent anxiety either. He looked at me and smiled, but I could tell that he was nervous. His wife Priscilla stood close to him as two of my assistants helped him to disrobe. 

As the frock came off, the audience moaned in appreciation at the sight of his tanned and muscular six-foot frame. I myself had never seen any of the men naked, but I had to admit that he was a spectacular physical specimen. Rebecca asked him if he was all right and he replied in the affirmative. He seemed to appreciate the fact that he was being admired and this helped to restore his confidence somewhat. I noticed that the blonde girl and her companions were enjoying the show. They stared open-mouthed at the attractive man standing not more than several feet in front of them and giggled excitedly.

A portable recliner was moved center stage and my assistants had Jeffrey lie back onto the bed so that they could position him on a 45-degree angle facing the audience. They placed his hands and feet into the stirrups and motioned for Priscilla to come over and stand next to him. The recliner had been specially designed so that semicircular cutouts on either side of the bed could allow easy access to the subject's genital area. Priscilla now positioned herself to the left of her husband as Rebecca poured a modest amount of lubricating lotion onto his wife's hands. 


EJAX-472: Ch. 01



"Kindly refrain from saying or doing anything that might cause the subject to become distracted," Rebecca said to the audience, but directing most of her remark to the talkative young girls in front. She then turned to Priscilla and instructed her to begin.

Priscilla was a tall, attractive brunette of about 40 years old. She seemed totally uninhibited, as if it were only she and her husband who occupied the stage. Her hands, now slick with the lotion, glided effortlessly over Jeffrey's flaccid penis. He sighed gently, and she, sensing he was starting to feel the first faint stirrings of arousal, whispered words of encouragement in his ears, hoping to put him at ease so that he could achieve an erection. I was close enough to hear her say, "I'm gonna make you shoot a great big load."

After several minutes of fondling and stroking, Jeffrey's penis did manage to become erect, to his wife's immense delight. At full mast it was only about five inches or so, but it was thick, and Priscilla had to use both her hands to effectively stroke him.

"Look ladies," Rebecca shouted excitedly. "The subject has achieved a full erection—something he has not been able to do for over three years!"

As the crowd cheered and applauded, Rebecca looked toward me and smiled broadly. As a woman who genuinely enjoyed giving handjobs, she watched Priscilla's deft hand motions with great interest, and it seemed to me that she wanted to take part in Jeffrey's masturbation. Priscilla seemed to notice this too and asked Rebecca if she would like to assist her. 

"Do you mind?" Rebecca asked.

"He's gonna need all the help he can get," Priscilla replied. "Be my guest."

Rebecca moved to the right of Jeffrey and poured some lotion in her hands. She rubbed them together briskly and asked Priscilla to hold his balls while she stroked his shaft. 

"How are you doing Jeffrey?" Rebecca asked as her right hand worked his penis up and down.

Jeffrey could only let out a grunt. His face was filled with the joy of pure lust and he seemed to be lost in another world. I was hoping this man was going to achieve an orgasm, and the look on Rebecca's face displayed the same determination I was feeling inside. I watched intently as her long blonde hair swayed back and forth in time with her hand motions. Because she was tall, she had to bend over a bit as she masturbated him, and her skirt rose high up, revealing her slender, lovely legs.

"I'm getting some pre-cum!" Rebecca suddenly announced.

A few of the women cheered. 

Priscilla was so overcome with emotion at seeing how her husband was responding that she asked to sit down, and I quickly ordered my assistant Maria to help seat the woman. Priscilla looked at me with an expression of gratitude and then sat down a few feet from her husband, quickly joining the audience in cheering him on. I then ordered Maria to take Priscilla's place and she joined Rebecca in their mutual masturbation of the subject.

"I need some more lotion!" Rebecca requested. 

At that, another of my assistants ran toward Rebecca with the lubricating fluid in her hands. While Rebecca continued stroking the now stiff and sperm-swollen shaft with her right hand, my assistant poured a generous amount of white liquid in Rebecca's left hand. Rebecca coated the shiny prick with the lubricant, which allowed her to increase her tempo. Some of the fluid dribbled over Jeffrey's bulging balls and Maria wasted no time in rubbing the stuff over his scrotum, teasing and pulling on his skin in an effort to force as much sperm into his sac as possible.

Priscilla watched Rebecca and Maria work on her husband with intense scrutiny. I sensed no disappointment in her face at her not being able to provide him with sexual relief. Rather, I judged by her contented demeanor that she was grateful to these two women for helping to resurrect her husband's latent sex drive. I knew that Rebecca secretly lusted after Jeffrey, but she was also a professional. She was here to do her job and having a handsome man to perform on was simply a fringe benefit.

I looked around the room at the sea of faces, all of them eager with anticipation. Several of the women in the back row had stood up to get a better view. It was then that I noticed the whole room had suddenly grown very quiet. Even the young girls in the front row stopped their chattering in order to witness what I hoped would be a stunning climax. 

"How's it going ladies?" I asked, anxiously.

"He's getting close!" Maria exclaimed as she tugged repeatedly on Jeffrey's balls.

Jeffrey looked down at Rebecca's hands as they worked his tool mercilessly in their effort to extract the stubborn white liquid from his balls. Rebecca never stopped once. She was starting to perspire a little from all her efforts, but she never took her hands off the subject's glistening penis. 

"You can do it Jeffrey!" Priscilla shouted to her husband. 

The chant was taken up by the entire audience, and I began to experience that feeling one gets from achieving what many might call the impossible. I joined in with them, overcome with a sense of pride of accomplishment. Even if Jeffrey did not experience an immense ejaculation, the fact that he might have an orgasm at all was proof that the drug was working.

Rebecca ordered Maria to cup the subject's balls firmly with both hands as she pulled on him with a precise, consistent rhythm. Up, down, up, down, went her hand, never skipping a beat. At this point so much pre-cum was pouring out of the slit of Jeffrey's penis that no further artificial lubrication was necessary. Rebecca's handiwork was about to pay off.

Jeffrey started to moan uncontrollably and I noticed that he was on the verge of orgasm. Rebecca noticed it too and looked at me with a wicked grin.

"Watch Christiana! Watch ladies!" she cried out in delight.

I quickly moved next to Priscilla to witness the event. Priscilla felt my hand on her shoulder and I heard her say, "I can't believe it. He's finally going to have a fucking orgasm!"

Jeffrey's entire body went as stiff as his sperm-engorged prick. All he could manage to say was "Oh, my God!" as the effects of my fertility drug took complete control over him.

I watched in rapt fascination as Rebecca's long, slender fingers delivered their final teasing strokes. Her face was drenched with sweat, but it looked beautiful to me. For seven long years this woman had worked with me in the development of EJAX-472 and now, like me, she was going to reap all the benefits of those long years of labor. At that moment she looked at me and ran her tongue over her top lip from side to side in a lascivious manner. The expression on her face was one of ultimate satisfaction and unbridled lust.

"Here it comes!" she shouted.

For a brief moment, it seemed as if time were standing still, and a multitude of events were taking place around me—all in slow motion.

From the corner of my eye I saw the young blonde girl and two of her friends jump up from their chairs straining to see. Priscilla rose too, her body shaking with nervous excitement. I saw the shocked look on Jeffrey's face as he stared down at his cock with a mixture of rapture and disbelief, incapable of comprehending the magnitude of the event about to take place in the nether reaches of his tormented loins. Maria's laughing face came into view as she pulled away from the subject, anticipating an immense shower of white. Finally, I saw my assistant's hand move up from the base of Jeffrey's shaft, slowly, inexorably, the long fingers caressing and teasing the thick, tortured piece of flesh. I imagined her hands enticing the hot, fertility-drug-driven sperm up towards the opening of his shaft, the pressure building up to such a degree that an eruption of white, molten lust was now inevitable.

I was thankful that I had decided to videotape the entire experiment because I would later recall that I was too overcome with the excitement of the moment to count the number of shots Jeffrey's prick fired off as Rebecca brought him to orgasm. At last, the years of frustration, disappointment, and disillusionment were dispelled as the audience and I watched his cock release its store of pent-up sperm.

The first shot Rebecca coaxed from him I didn't even see because Priscilla momentarily blocked my view. The only way I knew something was happening was by the wild gesticulations coming from the women sitting in the front row who apparently had been the recipients of Jeffrey's lustful tribute. I saw the blonde girl wiping her face with her sleeve. 

"Shit!" she shrieked. "Get me something!"

Despite their paroxysms of laughter, one of the girls sitting next to her managed to produce a handful of tissues and helped wipe the sperm off her face. One thick strand stubbornly clung to the side of her head and hung there obscenely. The place was in an uproar. One of the young girls held up her pocketbook, which was dripping with sperm. It seemed that the first spurt of cum had actually traveled more than ten feet! Some even landed in the lap of my good friend, Dr. Michelle Olson, who was sitting in the second row! She nearly jumped out of her seat.

Everyone was laughing uncontrollably, including Rebecca, who momentarily released Jeffrey's cock, taken aback by the tremendous cumshot. But Jeffrey was far from being done. The prick, now unmanned, reared back of its own accord and fired a random stream of hot pearly white goo about eight feet to his left, soaking Priscilla's hosiery and shoes. 

"Yes, Jeffrey!" she exclaimed. "Shoot that fucking cum!"

Rebecca immediately wrapped her hands around the errant spurting cock and furiously jacked if off. To everyone's delight, the prick shot out three successive ropes of sperm about six feet in the air, forming a spectacular fleur-de-leis. I watched as the thick white paste momentarily held its shape and then break up into its constituent globs, splashing onto the protective plastic sheeting, creating several small puddles.

Maria stood a little behind Jeffrey, watching every spurt of his cock with wild-eyed wonder. She called out to me and pointed to the glass beakers. I, as well as everyone else, had forgotten completely about them! In the excitement, I had failed to have one of my assistants catch some of the ejaculate, which was vital for later analysis. Maria noticed the consternation in my face and raced forward to the center of the stage to retrieve the beaker.

"Hurry!" I shouted to her. 

In her haste, Maria slipped on the sperm-coated plastic and fell backward, the beaker still in her left hand. The audience was howling. She immediately got up but not before a huge blast of sperm decorated her white lab coat from top to bottom, some even finding its way into her long black hair.

"Thanks a lot Rebecca!" she scowled as she managed to place the beaker over Jeffrey's squirting prick.

Rebecca continued the masturbation undaunted. Aiming Jeffrey's cock into the beaker, she managed to draw out a huge spurt of cum with every stroke. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Not all the shots landed precisely in the beaker, and Maria's hands, like Rebecca's, became completely saturated with sperm. 

"We don't need it anymore," Rebecca told Maria. "Take it away!"

Maria hesitated. "But he's still shooting!"

"Who cares? Let him shoot!"

Jeffrey was incapable of responding. All the poor man could do was cry out in uncontrollable spasms of seething pleasure as he watched his prick surrender one massive load after another to the victorious manipulations of the blonde beauty. He was sweating profusely and his entire body seemed to have gone rigid, just like the unruly member that was being furiously fisted by the laughing vixen to his side.

Maria took the sperm-filled beaker and walked off the platform toward one of the smaller labs down the hall where the contents would be stored in a refrigerator for later analysis. By now, Jeffrey's orgasm was beginning to subside—one or two more short but intense ejaculations and his prick was finally drained of its volatile fluid. The ladies in the audience stood up and applauded as the exhausted and incoherent man was escorted off the platform along with his wife, who was so grateful that she kissed me on the cheek, thanking me profusely for restoring her husband's long-dormant libido. Rebecca looked a little tired but completely satisfied. She told the audience to wait a few minutes while the next subject was being prepared and she walked off the stage toward me, wiping her sperm-covered hands with a towel. "So, what do you think?" she said with a wide grin.

"You were amazing!" I said, giving her a big hug. "You gave that man back his sex life."

"No, EJAX-472 gave him back his sex life. I only gave him a little boost."

"Some boost. He squirted halfway across the room!"

We both chuckled.

"I couldn't believe it myself," she said stunned. 

"What made you do it?"

"Masturbate him you mean?"

"Yes."

She pondered for a moment. "Well, he is gorgeous."

"Come on," I replied coyly, "his wife or one of our other assistants could have done it. Why you?"

"I think you know why Christiana," she said flatly. "I did it because I wanted to be the first one to help you achieve the success you so rightly deserve. You worked so hard for it."

"As did you."

"But I didn't invent the drug, you did. I only helped you in small ways. It's not the same thing." Rebecca paused for a moment. "You have accomplished a great thing Christiana," she said emphatically. "These men, and others like them, are going to kiss your feet and bless the day you were born for giving them back their sexuality." 

"Sounds good Rebecca, but the experiment is not over yet."

"No, it's not. Which reminds me..." she said as she rolled the soiled towel into a ball. "I better go and wash this mess off my hands!"

"Okay," I laughed, "but hurry up. The second round is about to begin."

By this time my assistants had cleared away the top layer of plastic containing Jeffrey's residue and were preparing for the next subject. I noticed that the young blonde girl and her two friends had moved a few rows back from where they were sitting in hopes of avoiding another unfortunate incident. The other women in the front row seemed not to share their consternation and remained where they were, tissues at the ready. I wanted to greet some of my friends personally but decided to see how things went before doing so. Although the experiment was unabashedly voyeuristic in nature, it was still an experiment, and proper etiquette and professionalism had to be maintained.

"We're ready Dr. Swensen," I heard one of my assistants say.

It was Cheryl, one of the new lab staff who had been hired by me because of her wonderful academic record and dedication to the study of genetics. She was only 22 years old, but already I could tell she was going to go on to achieve great things. She had skipped several grades while in high school and then went on to graduate summa cum laude from Stockholm University. She was a petite girl, and very pretty, with smallish, delicate features and short black hair.

I saw Rebecca and Maria walking together toward the platform, both of them smiling politely to the women as they passed. As they approached, Maria stood next to me while Rebecca took her place once more on the platform. I nodded to her to begin.

"Thank you for your patience ladies," Rebecca began. "Our experiment will now continue with our next subject who is a 24-year-old Hispanic male who has never been able to have an orgasm. He is capable of attaining an erection for an extended period but is incapable of achieving climax. He has told us that he has experienced nocturnal emissions wherein a tiny amount of seminal fluid is present, but the penile contractions associated with a normal orgasm are nonexistent. Like all of our subjects, he has been taking EJAX-472 for the past two weeks, but has experienced no feelings of arousal sometimes associated with the drug."

Luis Ramon Hernandez was brought out onto the stage. He was a dark, good-looking man of medium build and possessed a somewhat aggressive manner. I could not imagine what was going on in his mind as he stood completely naked in front of all of us. I had studied his case history well and I found some anomalies that I couldn't account for. He claimed to have never experienced an orgasm, and if true, it must have been a terrible reality for a man with his machismo tendencies. He had told me himself that he had no trouble attracting women. He even had several short-lived relationships. But when the women discovered that he could not achieve an orgasm, they reacted with disdain. Arguments and recriminations followed and eventually they left him. Most of the women felt that his difficulty was due to either his apparent lack of desire for them, or that he must be a latent homosexual. The idea that the man may have had a serious medical problem never seemed to enter their heads. Despite this however, I could find no apparent physiological reason for his dysfunction. And after two weeks of examining him at the Clinic, I was convinced his problem was purely psychological.

"Our subject," Rebecca continued, "has requested that he perform solo masturbation as the means by which he will achieve orgasm. If this method should fail to produce results, he will be aided by one of our assistants."

"Are you ready?" Rebecca asked Luis.

"Yes," he replied with a hint of arrogance in his voice.

"Very well. You may begin."

Rebecca crossed the stage to join Maria and I. As we stood there watching the young man fondle his penis, I realized that Luis might have been looking for an excuse to perform in just this very way. I theorized that maybe a missing component was needed in order to bring forth an ejaculation; a component that had more to do with the mental stimulation of him being observed than with the potency of my fertility drug. I have always known that the mind/body connection was a powerful one: what one imagines in the privacy of one's thoughts is often manifested in the external world. Would two hundred pairs of female eyes provide the necessary impetus to get him off? Already I could see that he had sprouted a quite sizeable erection.

"I like his technique," Maria commented.

The ladies in the audience were making suggestive remarks, especially from the back rows where the young girls were sitting. Comments like "pull it for us baby," and "we wanna see you cum," filled the air. Luis continued to stroke his cock seemingly unperturbed by these lewd remarks. He had a nice-looking penis. It was about six inches in length but rather slender, with a large bulbous head. 

"It looks so good I could suck it!" Rebecca blurted out.

Maria and I both looked at each other and laughed.

Luis stood center stage, barely moving except for his right hand, which was now rhythmically stroking his long stalk with a viselike grip. Cheryl stood a few feet away to his left, ready to catch a portion of his cum in one of the glass beakers she held in her hands.

"Is the drug working yet?" someone called out.

Luis looked out over the heads of the crowd but continued stroking without offering a response. He had now been erect for several minutes and I could tell he was getting nowhere. Another minute went by and then another. His stroking became frantic and it was evident that he was becoming frustrated. 

"Give the guy a hand!" shouted a woman from the audience.

I looked at Rebecca.

"Please, I can't. My hands are really tired. Why don't you ask Cheryl? She's been prepped and she knows what has to be done."

I didn't want Cheryl to participate in this way because she was inexperienced and I was afraid she might falter, but she had always seemed so self-assured that I decided to take Rebecca's advice.




EJAX-472: Ch. 01



"Cheryl!" I called out to her. "Please take care of him."

She looked my way and nodded and then approached Luis. She whispered something into his ear but he just shook his head and started to walk off the platform. Cheryl quickly followed after him and said something that must have provoked him because he suddenly got angry and some heated words were exchanged. The women in the audience were starting to become annoyed by this unprofessional behavior and some negative comments were hurled at the stage. I really could not afford to have this man ruin my experiment. I told Rebecca to discuss the issue with Luis herself before the whole thing got out of hand, but before I had a chance to finish my speech, we heard a scream and watched in horror as Luis pushed Cheryl away from him, causing her to fall facedown on the platform.

The entire room fell silent. Rebecca and I rushed up on the stage and helped the girl regain her equilibrium. She wasn't hurt, just shaken. Luis just stood there holding his now limp member and waved it in my face.

"You lied to me," he said menacingly. "Your fucking drug doesn't work!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This man, who had been so quiet and submissive during the past two weeks, now looked at me with absolute hatred in his eyes.

"It would work if you gave it a chance," Cheryl replied angrily. "She's trying to help you, you stupid jerk!"

Luis grabbed his white frock off the floor and draped it around him. He turned to the audience with a look of mendacity on his face.

"See ladies? It's all a lie," he began. "The drug is a joke, this experiment is a joke, and Dr. Swensen is a joke too. I'm outa here."

He turned to go.

"Please Luis," I pleaded. "We tried it your way, now let's try mine. I think I know what the problem is."

"No, I'll tell you what the problem is. This is all...all bullshit!"

"Everybody's reaction time is different. Don't you understand? You have enough EJAX-472 in your body to make you ejaculate from here into next week!"

"Forget it," he said with a smirk. It's a waste of time."

He started walking out toward the outer office, but I wasn't about to let him get away with such insolence.

"I'm warning you Luis," I called after him. "If you don't complete the experiment, you don't get paid."

He stopped and turned toward me. "Oh yeah? If you don't pay me, I'm gonna come back here and break every fuckin' thing in this place, including your head!"

Rebecca quickly moved in between the two of us and stared him down. "Hey asshole! Do you realize what you're doing? This woman is trying to restore that worthless cock of yours to health and you show your thanks by insulting her in front of all these people. Are you out of your mind or what?"

"Fuck you," was all he could say as he pushed her away.

Rebecca was livid. "Don't push me you son of a bitch!" she yelled, pushing him back.

Enraged, Luis grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved hard, causing her to stumble halfway across the platform before falling backward into the podium.

Having become aware of the tumult that was taking place on the stage, several of my assistants quickly rushed out to subdue the angry man. Actually, it was my colleague Lynette, a powerful, black Amazon of a woman standing in at six feet tall, who, with both hands, grabbed Luis by the throat and threw him down on the floor, pinning him under her foot. He groaned as she dug her heels into his back.

"You stay right there little man," she threatened, "or I'm gonna kick your sad ass in front of all these women!"

The ladies in the audience went wild, applauding Lynette's quick and efficient dismissal of the ungrateful, vulgar creature.

As my other assistants rushed in to assist Lynette, Maria, myself, and several others helped Rebecca to her feet. She was a little winded but not seriously hurt.

"That bastard has ruined everything," I said, my hands shaking. "These people are not going to take me seriously now. It's over."

"It's not over Christiana," Rebecca said. "That little fuck is just one man. We don't need him. I'll make our apologies to the audience and we'll get on with the experiment."

"Rebecca's right." Maria said. "If you stop the experiment now then it will really all be over."

"How?" I snapped. "How am I going to get him to do anything?"

Cheryl, who was still lying on the stage while the whole incident took place, looked at me with vengeance in her eyes. 

"You should teach that stupid bastard a lesson!"

"Dr. Swensen?" Lynette asked. "What do you want me to do with this fool?"

Before I could answer her, a few of the women in the audience responded to her question by shouting: "Tie him up! Tie him up!"

The chorus of voices grew louder and louder as more women joined in the rant. 

"This is turning into a circus." I said to Rebecca.

Soon the entire audience was shouting the same words in unison. They wanted to see this miserable guttersnipe pay for his cruelty, and I had to admit that I wanted to see him punished too.

"He's afraid, Dr. Swensen," Cheryl shouted over the incessant chanting. "His head is messed up, that's why he can't perform." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You said it yourself. He has enough of your drug inside him to populate the whole planet, but he's not going to give you your victory because that would make him look like a fool. He gave up too soon and now he wants to discredit you."

Her logic was dead on target. The little bastard had indeed given up too soon, and rather than admit that he had a problem, it was easier to blame my drug for his failure.

"Thank you, Cheryl," I said. "I knew I did the right thing when I chose you to be my assistant."

Her insight caused me to have a sudden burst of inspiration. I would make this little man pay for his crime, but in a way that would humiliate him and bring credibility to me. 

"Rebecca and Maria, listen to me. I have an idea. Bring out the recliner right now."

The two women did as I asked as the audience kept up their chanting. The girls appeared a few moments later with the adjustable bed, which I had them place center stage in its normal horizontal position. 

"Lynette, you and the rest of the women, please take Luis and place him on the recliner. Be certain to place his hands and feet in the stirrups and secure them firmly."

Luis cursed loudly and struggled to no avail. He was strong, but he was no match for five women intent on seeing him pay for his detestable behavior. They held him securely by each of his extremities as they laid him down on the recliner and strapped him in.

Lynette had removed his frock, leaving him naked and vulnerable. I ordered her to angle the recliner so that all the women in the audience had a clear view of him and then directed her and my other assistants to stand in close proximity in case anything should go wrong. Once the ladies in the audience saw that Luis was now helplessly tied up, they began to tease and taunt him. It was amazing to me to see these mature, professional women act so uncharacteristically uninhibited. They were on my side and I had no doubt that what I was about to do was anything but just retribution. I was going to humiliate this arrogant little man, and it would be a punishment he would never forget.

"What are you gonna do to me?" he asked, his voice breaking.

"I'm going to make you complete the experiment."

"How are you gonna do that you crazy bitch? Your fuckin' drug is useless!"

"No, it is not useless. You, on the other hand, are."

"I'm gonna fuckin' sue your ass!" he cried. "As soon as I get the fuck outa here I'm gonna call the cops and have this fuckin' shit hole closed down. You hear me bitch?!"

A chorus of boos greeted him from the audience. 

"Listen, if you keep talking, I'm going to have to tape your mouth shut. And if you want to play hardball, I will tell the police that you assaulted two of my employees and threatened me with physical injury. Think about it. Whom are they going to believe? A lying little coward like you, or the director of this Clinic and a respected member of this community? 

He struggled with his bonds, but they held him fast.

"You're forcing me into this," he screeched. "It's against the law!"

"Look at it this way, Luis," I said as I grabbed his balls and squeezed them firmly. "You either allow me to get rid of all that nasty white goop that has been clogging your brain for so many years, or I'll use my considerable influence to see that you spend the better part of your life behind bars. What's it going to be?"

"You'll never get me to cum," he said, his voice filled with hate.

"We'll see."

He looked at me with defiance but said nothing. It was going to be a war of wills: his against mine. But I was determined to win and was prepared to use every trick at my disposal. I would not be made a fool of—by him or anyone else. I was certain now that his problems were rooted in some deep psychosis, which prevented him from experiencing an orgasm in front of a woman. Maybe he felt it was dirty or unmanly to ejaculate, and that's what kept him from enjoying normal sexual relations. Some of his earlier statements revealed that this was certainly possible. Whatever his problem was, I was confident that my drug would overcome his mental block and allow me to regain some credibility in the eyes of my colleagues. 

As I looked down at him, now resigned to his fate, I felt somewhat wicked in carrying out this scheme of mine, which was totally inappropriate considering the circumstances. But this feeling ebbed as I looked at the multitude of anxious faces that were patiently waiting for me to speak. Behind me stood Rebecca, Maria, Cheryl, and several other assistants. Lynette and her group were lined up immediately beside me in case they were needed. Seeing that Luis was securely fastened and now rather quiet, I began to speak.

"Ladies, I am very sorry for this terrible incident. It was unavoidable."

"We're with you Christiana!" one of my colleagues shouted from the back row. "Give the bastard what he deserves!"

The rest of the crowd affirmed this declaration with a deafening roar.

"This man is most certainly going to pay. But in such a way as to prove the viability of my drug."

"What are you talking about Christiana?" Rebecca asked.

"Be patient, you'll see. Cheryl, get a bottle of lube for me will you please?"

As Cheryl went to retrieve the bottle, I continued my speech.

"The truth, ladies, is that this particular test subject has not been honest with me. In fact, he has accused me of perpetrating a fraud with respect to my fertility drug and has threatened me and my associates with physical violence, as you just recently witnessed. In light of this, I offered him a choice: either submit to the test or I'd have him arrested and put in jail for aggravated assault. He wisely chose to submit."

I turned my head to look at Luis.

"Go fuck yourself!" he said under his breath.

"The patient has a long-standing mental aberration in which he believes it is repugnant to have a woman see his semen. He never intended to masturbate himself to orgasm in front of you, but I believe he would have experienced an orgasm despite himself had he not discontinued masturbating so soon. It is clear to me that he only participated in this study to earn some easy money and to make me look like a fool. So now, without further interruption, I am going to call on one of my assistants to begin his masturbation."

Cheryl rushed up with the bottle of lubrication fluid just as I finished speaking. "Let me do it, please. I want to make him cum!"

Her eyes were filled with a mixture of revenge and desire. 

"Let her do it Christiana," Rebecca said. "It will serve the asshole right."

"I'm not cumming for you bitches!" Luis screamed. "Nothing you can do will make me cum!"

"Go ahead." I instructed her. "Let's see what he's been hiding all these years."

"No!" Luis protested. 

Cheryl bent over the recliner and stared Luis right in the face. 

"When I'm done with you the ceiling is going to be dripping with your filthy seed!"

In a very deliberate and ladylike fashion, Cheryl poured a generous amount of lube over the subject's cock and balls. The coolness of the liquid made Luis wince and that made Cheryl smile. She then turned to the audience and held up a pair of surgical gloves, which she had in her pocket. She then proceeded to put the gloves on and then said to Luis in a mocking tone: "I don't want to get any of your stuff on me. I hope you don't mind."

"You ain't gonna get nothin' from me you little bitch!" he retorted.

"Oh, yes I am. You just watch," she said with an evil grin. 

She began to rub the lotion into his genital area, paying close attention to his penis. So as not to obstruct the audience's view, she had the metal connector plate removed from the area between his legs and was thus able to masturbate him without any inconvenience to herself. The audience was quiet as she continued her rigorous manipulations upon his manhood. Cheryl took advantage of this period of quiet to begin taunting her subject. 

"So, you don't like to have anybody see your cum. Is that right Luis?"

There was no response.

"Come on, Luis," Cheryl insisted. "Tell everybody that you're ashamed to have an orgasm."

"I'm not ashamed," he said in a low voice.

"Oh, yes you are! You're lying again."

I watched as her gloved hands tugged on his penis. It was an unusual technique. As she stroked his shaft with one hand, she brought her other hand up and over in order to keep in constant contact with his skin. After several minutes of this, his cock began to swell.

"Look at this ladies, I think he's getting an erection," she said proudly.

Sure enough, her skillful hands were bringing about the desired result. Luis struggled a little bit, trying to prevent his cock from becoming erect, but his penis was now under Cheryl's control and there was nothing he could do but observe her lewd manipulations with an ever-increasing fear.

"You're getting him real big now Cheryl," Rebecca observed. "His head's getting all purple."

"What do you think ladies?" Cheryl asked the audience. Is this a great-looking cock?"

Cheryl pointed the now stiff prick toward the crowd, seeking their approval. 

"You need to make it bigger!" said the young blonde who had once again moved up to the first row to be closer to the action.

"I can do that!" Cheryl replied.

Seeing that her grip was becoming kind of taught, she put more lotion on Luis' tormented penis and began stroking him really fast.

"Take off the gloves," Maria suggested. "You'll get better results."

"Do as Maria says," I ordered.

"Yes, doctor," Cheryl replied.

She removed the gloves and threw them under the recliner, leaving Luis' turgid prick to sway freely in the air. I was afraid that his unattended member might start to shrink in the cool air of the lab. However, Cheryl wasted no time in getting back to business, applying still more lotion directly to her hands in order to warm them up for yet another round of teasing.

As I watched her minister to Luis, I noticed that my sister Bonnie had entered the lab. She walked briskly up to the stage carrying a small pocketbook in her hands. Bonnie, who had just returned from a trip to America with her husband, was a few years older than me and owned her own fashion business in downtown Stockholm. She looked radiant in her low-cut white satin blouse and black skin-tight leather slacks. Her hair was blonde and cut short, framing a pretty face that had become tanned from weeks of lying in the sun. As a result, the freckles on her cute, turned-up nose stood out more prominently and her blue eyes shone with the energy derived from a vacation well spent. I walked off the platform and threw my arms around her.

"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"

"Hi sis!" she said excitedly. "Did you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you! You look great!"

"I got in a few hours ago and called your secretary. She told me what was going on and I came by to make sure you were okay. What happened?"

"I'll tell you about it later. That's the guy who tried to ruin my experiment," I said pointing to Luis. "My assistant is trying to get him to have an orgasm."

"Are you kidding?" she asked incredulously.

Bonnie moved in front of me to get a better look.

"Holy shit!" she exclaimed. "This is incredible! I had no idea this is what you do here. And all these women came to see this?"

"It's part of the test I told you about. Everything was going just fine until this idiot lost it."

"What did he do?"

"He went nuts. Pushed a few of my assistants around and made several threats. He even threatened me. We managed to subdue him and now we're trying to force an ejaculation out of him but he just won't cum."

Bonnie found this highly amusing. "Really? He looks like he's about ready to burst."

"That's the problem. This guy can maintain an erection forever without ever ejaculating, and I need him to in order to prove that my drug works. He's got some weird stuff going on in his head."

Bonnie continued to stare, studying Cheryl's every movement as if seeking to find a solution.

"I think the problem is in his other head," she remarked.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, just look at the way she's going at him. Most guys I know would be shooting their loads after a handjob like that. The fault is definitely not with her."

I frowned. "Thanks, I kind of got that impression on my own."

"Has to be him, absolutely."

"Bonnie, what am I going to do?" I asked impatiently.

My sister raised one of her long, sinewy arms to brush back a lock of hair from her face.

"Do you remember years ago when I dated this guy—Alex I think his name was—who had an impotence problem?"

"You dated hundreds of guys Bonnie. Who could keep track?"

"I know. I'm such a slut," she admitted freely. 

"And from what you told me about your so-called 'vacation,' I'd say you still are."

"I have a very strong libido Christiana, and I like to be in control."

We were getting off the subject. "What about this guy Alex?"

"I'm surprised you don't recall. I'm sure I told you about him. He suffered from a low sex drive.

"That's not uncommon."

"But I discovered a way to help him."

"You discovered a way?" I asked, intrigued. "How did you do that?"

"Well, his problem was both mental and physical. He was embarrassed about jerking off in front of me—whacko right? But the other thing I discovered was that the little piece of skin under his cock..."

"Under the glans," I said, interrupting her.

"Right," she continued. "The little piece of skin was desensitized and therefore he couldn't get off. I think your boy here has the same difficulty." 

I shook my head in disbelief. "In all my years as a sex research scientist, I have never heard of such a thing."

"Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it can't exist!" Bonnie said, staring at me disapprovingly. "Jesus Christ. I know about it...and so do my friends. Don't you read about these things in your medical journals?"

"No, Bonnie. I've been so busy developing my fertility drug that I don't have the luxury of reading every damn medical book that gets published. I guess I've been preoccupied with this project for too long. I'm sorry."

"Hey sis," she said smiling, "there's nothing to be sorry about. You're doing a wonderful thing here by helping out these guys."

"Thanks, but you still haven't told me how you fixed his problem."

"It was simple," she said proudly. "I gave him a blowjob."

I almost laughed in her face. "A blowjob?"

"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked somewhat perturbed. "Yes, a blowjob. It's much more effective than a handjob."





EJAX-472: Ch. 01



"This I've got to hear."

"There's nothing mysterious about it actually. One night I was feeling very randy and I took down Alex's pants and started to give him a blowjob in the theater."

"You've got to be kidding! In the theater?" 

"We were sitting in the last row," she replied innocently. "Now Alex could masturbate for hours on end and never cum, so I figured I would just give him some pleasure and that would be it. Well, let me tell you, I was going down on him for less than a minute before he got as stiff as a board. When he started to cum I took him out of my mouth and jerked him off. He shot about a quart of jism all over the seat. He was so shaken up that we had to sit through part of the same movie before he felt strong enough to walk. From then on, I always sucked him off during sex."

"Incredible. But why do you think your mouth worked when your hands didn't?"

"Why do you think? Because the mouth and tongue are so much more sensitive than the hands. When I had his prick in my mouth I could not only keep it nice and warm, but I could also control him better. It didn't matter if that little piece of skin didn't work so well. Nothing can beat a blowjob for getting a man to cum. Period."

"Are you sure about this?"

Bonnie chuckled. "Christiana, you're so naïve! Let's just say I've never been disappointed yet."

Knowing my sister's predilection for sex in all its myriad manifestations, I decided to take her word for it.

"Listen," I said. "I have to get back up there. Why don't you take a seat and enjoy the show."
"I'd love to. Thanks sis."

I had one of my assistants place a chair close to the stage so that Bonnie could get a good view of the proceedings. I could tell that despite Cheryl's efforts, she was, as yet, unable to get Luis to cum. All her manipulations and suggestive remarks were proving to be ineffective, and I was beginning to fear that the arrogant bastard would win this game of wills. But Bonnie had given me an idea. If her story was true, all I needed to do was to get someone to give this guy a blowjob. After all, I had nothing to lose at this point. The trouble was, who was going to do it?

I realized that Cheryl was now getting tired and the audience was growing impatient. Knowing Cheryl as I did, I knew she could never even think of getting her mouth anywhere near Luis' prick. I asked both Rebecca and Maria if they would fellate him but they both flatly refused. Even when I pleaded with Rebecca, she still said no.

"How can you ask me that?" she said, amazed that I could even think of it. "After what he did to me! No way. I'm not going to suck that little worm of his."

Maria refused outright.

I asked every one of my assistants and they all refused too.

What was I to do? I could not force my employees to do anything they found objectionable. I obviously could not do it, nor did I want to. Seeing that I was out of options, I decided to appeal to the women in the audience.

"Ladies, it has now been ten minutes and the subject has still not ejaculated. He obviously has a special condition that will not allow him to orgasm by hand manipulation alone. Therefore, I am going to ask someone from the audience to come to the stage and administer oral stimulation to the subject. You will not only be doing a great service for medical science, but you will also be paid handsomely for your efforts. Well? Anybody?"

I searched the room in vain to see if anyone would come up, but no one did. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, one of my colleagues in the front rows stood up and said: "Some of us have our reputations to uphold Dr. Swensen. You'd better call it off."

Cheryl stopped stroking Luis' penis and looked at me with a look of defeat in her eyes. I saw Luis smile then; a hateful smile that made me want to kick him in the balls. I looked at Rebecca and she just lowered her head and stared at her feet. Maria could not even look me in the face. There's was only one thing left to do.

"Okay," I said, my voice faltering, "I know when I've been beaten. This experiment is over."

Shouts of disapproval echoed throughout the room. I looked at Michelle and I could tell that she felt sorry for me. Several other women expressed their disappointment but no one was willing to help me. The young blonde girl came forward and I thought for a moment that she was going to accept my invitation, but all she did was shout in Luis' face that he was an "asshole" and walked away. It seemed that all was lost. I couldn't believe that the little son of a bitch had outguessed me.

"Wait!" cried a woman from the front row.

I thought I recognized the voice and, sure enough, it was Bonnie. In a matter of seconds I watched as my sister sprang out of her chair and ran up onto the stage. 

"What are you doing?" I asked surprised.

"I'm going to save your ass."

"Are you crazy? You can't do this!"

"Watch me."

What about your husband?" I protested.

"My dear little sister. Your career is at stake here. Seven years of research is at stake here. The fate of EJAX-47...whatever...is at stake here. And you can't afford to throw it all away because some guy won't give up his fucking sperm! I won't let it happen. Now tell your assistant to keep on jerking that cock of his and I'll do the rest."

"But what about Philip?"

She guffawed. "Philip does what I tell him. Or haven't you yet learned how to control a man?"

With that she walked over to the recliner where Luis was lying, more confident than ever that he was going to deny everyone from his seeing his precious white seed. 

"You've had it buster," Bonnie said threateningly. "You're not going to ruin my sister's career. Get ready to give it up!"

"Who the fuck are you?" he asked astonished.

"Your worst nightmare!" she replied.

Bonnie turned to Cheryl. "Is he still hard?"

"Not quite."

"You just keep masturbating him nice and easy and I'll do the rest. Okay?"

"Whatever you say."

Bonnie had Cheryl change positions with her so that Bonnie would have complete access to Luis' cock. Cheryl moved to the side of the recliner and faced the audience. She positioned herself so that the everyone could see her hands work their magic on Luis. In a short while the angry young man was once again hard as a rock. Bonnie saw that he was ready and she began to put some lipstick on her mouth. I didn't realize it then, but it was a special kind of lipstick that porn actresses use when they want a little lubrication to help get a guy off. I think Luis must have known this because he began squirming again and started cursing Bonnie in Spanish.

"I really think we need to relieve you of some of your nasty sperm. Maybe then you'll be a much nicer guy."

Cheryl continued to masturbate him until Bonnie told her to stop.

"Okay Cheryl, I want you to hold his cock at the base with one hand, and his nuts with the other. If he bucks, squeeze his balls until he stops. I don't want him cumming in my mouth."

Cheryl shook her head in agreement.

"We're going to give him a combination handjob and blowjob, but don't start stroking him until I tell you. Understood?"

"I'm ready," she said, as she placed her hands in position.

Bonnie put the special lipstick away and addressed the audience. "Ladies, you are going to witness something amazing here today. Watch and learn."

Some of the women in the audience were so curious as to what was going to happen that they moved closer to the stage, blocking the view of those in the back. Ultimately, I was forced to have them all stand and approach the stage 'en masse' to witness the event. When Luis saw the crowd of women gathering around him, he began to pull on his straps a little too much for my liking, so I told Lynette to hold his arms down. I then instructed Rebecca and Maria to each take hold of one of his legs, thus effectively immobilizing him. I did not want my sister's performance to be compromised in any way now that my very credibility as a scientist was at stake. Bonnie looked at me and said she was ready. I instructed her to begin.

Bonnie did one final check to make sure that everyone and everything was in place. She gave Luis a wickedly seductive smile and then stuck her tongue out and moved it back and forth across her upper lip suggestively. She once more told Cheryl to hold his prick steady and then she lowered her head down to Luis' erect penis and opened her mouth wide. Luis gasped in horror as she slowly worked her mouth down his shaft until she had enveloped his hefty six-inch prick completely. This drew a collective moan from the women. I myself had never seen a woman deep throat a guy before and I was fascinated that she could manage to accommodate that much meat in her small, delicate mouth. I reckoned that her husband must have appreciated this talent and wondered what he would say if the knew his wife was giving some strange man a blowjob in front of half of the Swedish medical community.

The whole nature of my experiment was beginning to take on a surreal element that I could never have anticipated. My sister's sexual preferences had always bordered on the kinky. I knew she loved sex, but her promiscuity was something I never could accept. Yet, despite this apparent flaw in her character, I admired her free-spiritedness and her wonderful spontaneity. She liked to be in charge and she loved dominating men. Any man was fair game as far as she was concerned. And now she was utilizing her unique talents to help me. I could only love her for it.

I watched in amazement as Bonnie's head bobbed slowly, rhythmically, up and down on Luis' swollen shaft. She kept her tempo steady and never once removed him from her mouth. Sometimes she would allow her tongue to work the underside of his glans, holding just the tip of him in her mouth for a few moments, and then slowly close her Vaseline-coated lips over his cock to absorb the full length of him. The other women looked on in delicious fascination, admiring her superb cock-sucking technique. Even Rebecca, who prided herself on being an accomplished fellatrix, seemed impressed. I noticed that the blonde girl and her two companions had maneuvered their way to the front of the line and were exchanging heated comments about what they were witnessing. 

Oddly, despite my dislike for the man who was now lying naked and vulnerable before me and totally under my sister's control, the whole scene started to provoke in me powerful feelings of lust. Seeing Luis' big prick being fondled and caressed by Bonnie's expert mouth made me silently wish that it were I, and not her, who was doing the sucking. For a brief instant I thought of taking my sister's place, making my victory over the little man complete. But my inhibitions got the better of me and I settled for watching her conduct her humiliation of him from the stage.

Five minutes had gone by and I was beginning to get worried. Luis had been completely silent during Bonnie's assault on his cock and I believe he was trying to concentrate on preventing an ejaculation. Finally, Bonnie raised her head off his penis and looked at me with a smile on her face.

"Hey sis, I think we got some pre-cum!"

I was elated. All the other ladies gave a big cheer and encouraged Bonnie to continue her oral stimulation. Over and over her lips glided over his erect and now sperm-swollen tool, her head bobbing faster and faster with increased excitement, determined to suck every last ounce of juice from his reluctant prick. At this point I felt it was my obligation to warn the ladies not to stand too close to Luis. 

"You may want to stand back everyone. There is no telling what kind of effect the drug will have on the subject. It is possible he will merely experience a normal ejaculation, considering his condition, or it may produce something unpredictable. I give you fair warning."

My words must have fallen on deaf ears because no one moved an inch. They were all too absorbed in Bonnie's spectacular blowjob to really care. They, like I, just wanted to see the little fuck explode. Let the sperm fall where it may. I thought the blonde girl, having previously been showered with cum from the first test, would have moved behind the others, but she simply stood where she was, trying, with her friends, to predict the precise moment of ejaculation.

Luis' face was beginning to take on a strange aspect. It almost seemed as if he were in great agony judging by his facial contortions. At times I saw him shut his eyes tightly in a seemingly useless effort to block the visual sensations of the blowjob from his mind. As he could not move any other part of his body, his odd expressions were the only way I could determine his current physical state. He was breathing very heavily now, and tried to thrust his penis upward into Bonnie's mouth. Anticipating this, Cheryl's hold on his balls tightened, preventing him from seeking release this way. As Bonnie's mouth began its upward ascent on his shaft, she gave Cheryl the sign to begin masturbating him once again. Cheryl held his bulging sac with one hand and gripped the base of his cock with the other, stroking in time with Bonnie's incessant up and down movement on his prick. Her hand now joined Bonnie's mouth in glorious synchronization, adding even more intensity to the combined blowjob/handjob.

"It won't be long now, Dr. Swensen!" Cheryl exclaimed.

Bonnie's head was bobbing up and down at an extremely rapid pace now, and Cheryl's tiny but strong hand accompanied each up and down thrust. The look on the other women's faces began to exhibit immense anticipation. They knew that it was only a matter of moments before Bonnie's efforts would finally pay off, and they would be witness to something spectacular.

"Look at his sac!" said the young blonde girl. "It's getting really big!"

"He must have several gigabytes of sperm in there!" said another girl.

The entire crowd exploded with laughter.

Sensing that Luis' orgasm was now inevitable, I had the two camera women move in closer to capture the event from different angles. I knew that a lot of my female friends who could not attend the experiment would be dying to see the video, and I did not want to disappoint them.

Looking at my sister unabashedly displaying her power over the little bastard, now feebly crying out for release, made me proud. I felt a tremendous sense of exhilaration in the total subjugation and humiliation of this incredibly ungrateful man who dared to undermine all my years of patient, painstaking research to give men such as him the opportunity for living a normal life. "Fuck you, Luis," I thought. "You're going to get what's coming to you."

The whole atmosphere in the room was becoming electric. I could feel the energy coming off the platform from all those female bodies acting in unison, demanding, insisting, to see what it was that Luis refused to share with the outside world. A few of the women starting taunting him, calling him a fool and a pervert. One of them even stuck her breasts in his face—to everyone's enjoyment. But Luis was beyond caring now. He didn't hear their constant invective because all he could comprehend was Bonnie's beautiful profile rising up and down on his tortured shaft, her short blonde hair tickling his lower abdomen every time her face made contact with his pubic hair. And he watched in total surrender as Cheryl's thin, delicate fingers coaxed his manhood upward into Bonnie's waiting mouth, her manicured red nails gently digging into his cock, tensing and releasing the tormented flesh with hard, fast strokes until thick rivulets of pre-cum stared to escape from the corners of Bonnie's mouth. 

At some point I remember Bonnie looking up at me and giving me a "thumbs up" sign, indicating that his ejaculation was imminent. I thought she was going to release him from her mouth then, but her oral onslaught continued. I think she wanted to make sure that he was actually spurting before she withdrew her mouth from his cock. I knew Bonnie did not particularly like the taste of semen, but I think she was going this extra mile on my account, and I had to admire her for it.

Cheryl's jerking fist was a blur as it traveled the length of Luis' sperm-clogged prick.

"So Luis," she said mocking him, "you thought you'd push me around huh tough guy? Well look who has the upper hand now!"

And to accentuate her point, she jerked her hand faster, even as Bonnie was drawing away.

"We're all watching now, you sad excuse for a man. Cum for us. Shoot your load you pathetic little fuck!"

His cock now freed from Bonnie's mouth, Cheryl grabbed the tip between her thumb and forefinger and delivered several short, quick strokes. Bonnie's head was only inches away from his penis and I could see that she was wiping some small traces of cum from her face. It seemed to me that she had inadvertently swallowed a few drops of sperm just before releasing his prick from her mouth. 

Just then Michelle, who had been trying to getter a better view, nudged her way beyond the woman in front of her, and stood right over Luis.

"I want to see this," she said transfixed.

Sensing that Luis was now on the verge of coming, Cheryl heightened her attack; giving every last ounce of strength she had in the effort to force Luis to surrender his creamy load. 

As for Luis, his body was as taught as a coiled-up spring. The only thing alive was his cock, now on the verge of betraying him by surrendering the sperm that he had, for many years, kept from the sight of women. Now, the whole world would see him cum. The build up of the drug in his system was ready to kick in, and his entire reproductive system, now bathed in the potent chemical, would give his penis the added impetus it would need to help bring his ejaculation to its fullest potential. The drug had done its work.

"Ha!" I heard Cheryl scream, as she quickly ducked her head down. I saw a stream of white shoot about a foot over her head, and this was followed by a series of exclamations from each of the women in turn as I followed their mutual gaze up toward the ceiling. I watched in utter astonishment as a thick, white jet of sperm splashed eight feet up into the air to ricochet off the air-conditioning duct, resulting in a resplendent display of milky dots and dashes. I could not believe the quantity of it. Strangely enough, Cheryl herself remained unscathed, but Bonnie and Michelle were soaked with cum, as were most of the other women who were standing close to Luis. As most of the sperm found its way back down onto the women, some of them retreated in panic, but most just stood there in pure astonishment waiting for the show to continue.

They didn't have to wait long.

Much to Cheryl's surprise and everyone else's, Michelle grabbed Luis' prick from the young girl's hands and began milking him herself. She had a look of wild abandon in her eyes, something I would never have suspected from her otherwise demure and polished demeanor. On her upstroke, Luis' penis, now excited and teased beyond all endurance, surrendered another long creamy load of sperm, which flew directly across the room and straight into the hair of the young blonde girl. 

"Oh fuck!" she cried as her friends screamed with laughter. "I cant' believe it! Twice in one day!"

All the women were in hysterics. I was laughing so hard myself that I nearly lost my footing and had to grip the podium to maintain my balance. I did not want to miss one second of this incredibly lascivious entertainment.

Michelle had turned into a wild woman. Seeing my sister's wanton reactions, she grabbed Bonnie by the hand and asked her join in on the masturbatory fun, placing my sister's hands on Luis' excited tool and then placing her own hands over Bonnie's. Caught up in the wild frenzy of the moment, Bonnie quickly responded by helping Michelle masturbate the startled man, the two pairs of hands teasing the swollen cum-filled prick until it was ready to shoot yet another massive string of white paste. The two of them seemed drunk with lust.




EJAX-472: Ch. 01



"Ready?" Bonnie said to Michelle, as both women momentarily gripped Luis' prick at its base. "Watch this ladies!" she exclaimed.

In an instant my experiment had somehow turned into a spectacle, as every woman's eyes were fixated on Luis' pulsating cock.

"One! Two! Three!" the two women sang as each count off was accompanied by a hard upward pull on the sensitive shaft. On the third upward stoke, Luis cried out as the two women's hands forced his prick to release another outstanding series of cumshots. Cheryl caught the first of these blasts square in the face, and she shrieked with disgust, somehow managing to run away before getting hit again. The other two ropes of ejaculate flew up into the air and landed somewhere behind them. As the last of the three shots disappeared behind the wall of women, yet another round of sperm found its way out of Luis' agitated cock. I watched as Michelle and Bonnie played with his continuously spurting prick, laughing like wicked schoolgirls, working it hand over fist until their combined efforts coaxed another several huge shots out of him, all fired in rapid succession. All they could do was watch open-mouthed at the quantity of sperm that sailed over their heads and into the crowd. Both women's hands were now drenched in cum, and they played with the sticky fluid as though it were hand cream, using the lubrication it provided to continue their assault.

Luis himself looked paralyzed and his body was as stiff as the penis that had betrayed him. For a moment it looked as though he might be done ejaculating, but the drug I had created had provided him with almost superhuman capabilities in manufacturing the sticky white goo that was being so wonderfully displayed for the amusement of the women. It wasn't over yet.

I noticed that as soon as Luis had started to cum, Lynette, Rebecca, and Maria had wisely taken my advice and moved near me and out of harm's way. Unfortunately for Lynette, she hadn't moved far enough away and her entire suit had gotten bathed in sperm. I saw her run out of the room towards the bathroom leaving Rebecca and Maria in fits of laughter.

"Can you believe this?" Rebecca said, her expression reflecting our astonishment as we watched Luis fire off yet another pearly volley of cum into the air. 

"I don't think he's done yet," I said. 

I was soon proven correct as my two friends and I watched Bonnie and Michelle provoke another dozen or so explosive orgasms, the streams of sperm shooting in all directions like the finale of a July Fourth fireworks display. 

"Where the fuck is it all coming from?" Rebecca exclaimed, unable to stop looking at the constant rivulets of white shooting high up into the air.

"Amazing!" was all Maria managed to say.

Bonnie and Michelle started to slow down their attack as Luis' orgasm started to wane. Both women were tired but exhilarated over their triumph over the little bastard and his now limp penis.

"You won Christiana," Rebecca said cheerfully. "You really humiliated him!"

"Yes," Maria agreed. "We taught that little shit a lesson didn't we?"

All I could do was smile. 

Luis lay on the bed in a dazzled condition, drenched in the aftermath of his own lust. Michelle and Bonnie said some insulting things to him and both left to wash their hands. I had several of my assistants wheel Luis into the back office where he was told to clean up and get out. Within a half hour he was back on the streets clutching the money I had promised him. No one said a word to him as he left and I don't think he wanted to see any of us. I was a bit concerned that he might institute a lawsuit against me, but being the little coward he was, I didn't think he had the nerve to go through with it. Especially as there were over two hundred witnesses who were ready to support me in my defense. In truth, I was glad to be rid of him, but he did get me thinking as to what might be the ultimate level of my drug's potential. With the next subject waiting to appear, I decided to put this theory to the test. 

During the short interval following Luis' exit from the stage, I had a chance to meet some of the ladies in the audience and was delighted to learn that none of them thought my humiliation of the man was anything but justified. One girl, a graduate student who was enrolled in the biogenetics program at Stockholm University, told me that she had enjoyed seeing Luis being dominated that way.

"You had total control over him," she said ardently. "Total control! It was great!"

Another woman congratulated me on the fine performance of my drug. "I've never seen a man climax like that in my life. You really deserve a medal."

Her compliment, and others like them, did much to assuage my previous anxiety regarding Luis' insubordination and subsequent punishment. But the greatest compliment of all was when a group of highly respected doctors, all of whom I knew, approached me, each wanting to shake my hand.

"You're discovery is nothing short of astounding," said Elizabeth Johansen, a cardiologist at the city hospital. "You should be proud."

Another woman whom I recognized as Dr. Jennifer Barlow, a gynecologist, shook my hand and said, "I hope you're going to give everyone here a videotape of this experiment. This is simply groundbreaking."

I assured all the ladies that I would be making copies of the video, which would be available to all medical attendees in a week or so. They all seemed very pleased.

"At least when you're watching the video, you don't have to worry about getting splashed!" Dr. Barlow joked, pointing to a large, wet stain on her dress. 

After making conversation with a few other people, I went over to where Bonnie and Michelle were sitting and thanked them both for helping make my experiment a success.

"Not at all sis, not at all!" Bonnie said happily. "The little prick had to be taught a lesson. And now all these people think you're a genius. Of course, if it wasn't for me..."

"Okay, okay," I said. "We all know it was your cock-sucking talents that saved the day. But what about you Michelle?" I asked. "What made you do it?"

Michelle shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know! I guess I get turned on seeing a naked, defenseless man get his comeuppance. It was like temporary insanity!"

"You got to admit that Michelle and I make a good team, right sis?" 

"Just ask Luis!" Michelle exclaimed with joy.

When all the women had returned to their seats, I returned to the stage and had Lynette prepare the next subject. The ladies were still conversing loudly amongst themselves about the events they had recently witnessed, and every so often a burst of hysterical laughter punctuated their fervent discussions. Cheryl meanwhile had cleaned herself up and joined Rebecca, Maria, and I on the platform. 

"I can't believe he came so much," she admitted with surprise as she checked her hair and clothes for any traces of sperm she might have missed. 

"Ladies, ladies...please settle down." I demanded.

I waited a few moments until the room was quiet.

"Thank you. As some of my colleagues are aware, the limits of the effectiveness of EJAX-472 have never been established. Today, we have the unique opportunity to put my theory to the test. I believe it is safe to say that none of us, including myself, has ever seen a man ejaculate the way our last test subject did this morning."

A hearty round of applause and cheers greeted this statement.

"The body of the next test subject is completely saturated with the drug and I have been informed that he is reproducing sperm at a rate of close to 300 percent. This would indicate that he is capable of many continuous orgasms within a short period of time without injury to his body."

This statement provoked a response from a woman in the audience.

"I admit that your last test subject provided us with quite an impressive orgasm, Dr. Swensen," she said, "but you can hardly expect us to believe that any man's body can manufacture sperm at such a rate. If that were possible, his reproductive system would burn itself out before he could achieve a second orgasm."

I recognized the woman as Dr. Sheila Ford, Doctor of Internal Medicine at Stockholm University. She was a woman of about 35 and was greatly respected in the academic community as a person who got things done. She had been married and divorced twice and had two children. She was an attractive woman about five-feet seven inches tall with long auburn hair, which she wore in a modified ponytail. She was dressed impeccably in a dark gray three-piece suit.

"That is not quite true, Dr. Ford," I replied. The very nature of EJAX-472 is that it acts as an immune "enhancer" and it does this on a cellular level. One of the primary effects of the drug is that is strengthens and protects the reproductive glands while increasing the rate at which sperm is developed. Technically speaking, once the drug has reached saturation point in the body, the subject can experience many erections at one setting with subsequent full-volume orgasms."

"Full-volume" orgasms?" 

"Yes, active sperm volume per ejaculate at or near 300 percent. Meaning that the subject is producing sperm even as it is being eliminated from the body."

"At a rate of nearly 300 percent you say?"

"Yes, approximately."

"I find this hard to believe," she said unconvinced. "In all the medical literature there is no precedent for it. Do you have any proof to back up this claim?"

"Yes, I do," I said with assurance. "I'm going to prove it to you right now. Would you like to participate?"

Before she could respond, several women in the audience also voiced their doubts that my claims could be anything but valid, and everyone soon started speaking at once.

"I am telling you that what you just witnessed was only the tip of the iceberg," I said trying to be heard. "If I had allowed it, our last test subject would still be ejaculating!"

The women started to talk amongst themselves and I heard words like "impossible" and "crazy" being bandied about. This went on for a few moments until Dr. Ford raised her voice over the din.

"Please ladies," she said diplomatically. "We can argue about this until doomsday, but it won't solve a thing. "Dr. Swensen," she said turning to me, "in answer to your question, yes, I will participate."

"Wonderful. Will you please join me on the stage?" I requested.

The crowd of women stirred as Dr. Ford made her way onto the platform.

"Rebecca, would you please bring each of us a protective lab coat?"

Rebecca looked at me quizzically, but did as I asked and retrieved several coats from the closet behind her. 

"Please put these on everyone," I instructed. 

"What are these for doctor?" Dr. Ford inquired.

"If my theory is correct, the subject will be experiencing ejaculations at a tremendous rate. Since we will need to be in close proximity of the subject in order to make an accurate observation, we will need these."

She looked at me with some hesitation. "You surely can't be serious about this."

"I assure you I am. Kindly comply with my request please."

She put on the lab coat and continued to regard me with a measure of incredulity. 

"By the way," she said, "you can call me Sheila."

"I'm pleased to meet you. Please feel free to call me by my first name as well."

In short order the subject was brought out onto the stage. His name was John Cardelli, an extremely handsome young man of 27. He stood about 5' 11" tall and had the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. He was always a gentleman and never once complained about the rituals he had to endure for the sake of my experiment. John was extremely affable and joked that he was going to become a famous rock star one day. His only regret was that he was not able to give his wife a baby. And for the last year or so, she had had sex with him only a few times. If this drug didn't work, he told me, his marriage would be over.

His wife Ann, who had accompanied him, sat immediately behind us looking undemonstrative. She didn't speak much and had rarely come to visit her husband during his two-week stay at the Clinic. On the few days she did visit him, she only stayed for a few minutes before walking out in a huff. I knew they were having problems, but from what I could see, she was the source of most of the conflict. She was rather short with long brown hair and had a face that would have been considered pretty had not her small, weasel-like brown eyes ruined the otherwise pleasant patina.

At my instruction, Lynette had cuffed John's hands behind his back as a precautionary measure in the event that he try to masturbate himself. In order for this test to succeed, manual stimulation of his penis would have to be performed by a competent medical professional, at least until visual verification of the drug's efficacy could be established, and I could not risk the test becoming compromised by allowing him to control any part of the experiment, even if he could be excused for being in the throes of passion.

"Would you like to masturbate the subject or simply observe?" I asked Sheila.

"Well...I...I'm not sure," she stammered. "I suppose I would be able to observe the reaction of the drug better if I were to masturbate him myself."

"I can have someone else do it if you feel uncomfortable."

"No, I think I should do it," she said after reconsidering. "After all, this is being done in the name of science, and I would like to see the results firsthand."

"Very well. Will you kindly take your place to the right of the subject?"

Sheila did as I asked. All that was left was for me to do was to instruct my assistants as to what their duties would be.

"Cheryl," I began. "You are to stand next to the subject and collect a portion of his ejaculate."

She grinned. "How much do you want me to collect?"

"About half a liter will do."

"That's a lot of sperm, doctor."

"Yes, it is."

"This should be fun," she said smiling, and walked away.

I next turned to Maria. "I want you to take your digital camera and photograph the entire series of ejaculations. I want these just in case our camera crew fails to capture all of it."

"I hope I have enough film," she said in jest.

"Rebecca, I would like you to monitor the subject for any signs of undue physical stress that could result in injury. You will notify me at once if you notice any abnormal reactions beyond what we can expect from the drug." 

"No problem, Christiana. I'll keep an eye on him."

Once everyone knew what they were to do, I decided to give the audience a brief rundown on what was about to take place.

"Ladies," I began, "Dr. Ford is going to help me conduct this study, which is designed to prove that consistent, multiple orgasms are possible with EJAX-472. She has graciously offered to assist by employing manual stimulation of the subject's penis."

A few giggles came from the back of the room. It was the young blonde girl and her two friends.

"The length of the subject's orgasm is what is to be determined, along with ejaculation intensity, calculated distance of ejaculate, and sperm volume. In the event that Dr. Ford should, for any reason, not be able to continue manual stimulation of the subject, I will need someone to take her place. As my assistants are busy with other tasks, I will need some volunteers. Ladies?"

The girls giggled again and then I watched in surprise as the three of them came forward.

"Thank you," I said. "Are you certain you have no problem with this?"

The young blonde spoke first. "Since I've already gotten "creamed" twice," she said pointing to her blouse, "it really doesn't bother me. But I can't speak for them."

Her two companions, both brunettes, looked like they were around 20 or so. They both assured me that they genuinely wanted to help. I found out later that all three girls were in a nursing program at the city hospital and were keenly interested in human sexuality. I had Lynette outfit them with protective coats and told them to stand off to the side of the subject in case they were needed. 

"Are you ready doctor?" I asked Sheila.

"I'm ready," she said.

"Please proceed."

Sheila applied a generous amount of lube to her hands and rubbed them together, which made a loud squishing sound. And then she did something that surprised me—she looked up at John and gave him a sexy smile. I immediately looked at his wife, who had a dour expression on her face, pretending to act indifferent. But I could tell that Sheila's casual display of coquetry, made her jealous. I, myself, was a bit taken aback by what I felt to be a breach of professional ethics on Sheila's part, but it made sense that she would try to make him feel at ease in such a situation. He responded by smiling back at her, much to his wife's displeasure. 

"While Dr. Ford is getting underway," I said to the audience, "I would like to mention that our test subject is 27 years old and in excellent health with no history of any major medical problems. His physician has determined that his low active sperm count is a result of a sports-related injury sustained when the subject was 14 years old. Since that time he has been able to achieve an erection with subsequent ejaculation but the amount of semen released and the activity of the sperm itself is so low as to be almost negligible. In this experiment, the effectiveness of EJAX-472 will be determined by how much sperm is released during orgasm and whether sperm volume has increased and is active. As the subject will be experiencing multiple sustained orgasms and increased trajectory, I once again advise the audience to keep a safe distance."

I wisely determined that the uniqueness of my experiment and the prurient nature of it would open the door for disreputable persons to seek to discredit my work with charges of fraud. As much of the basis of this study would depend not only upon my own research and validation by the medical community, but also upon the resultant video and photographs of the event, I chose to use two extra cameras to record the experiment. Using four separate cameras would decrease the chance of photo 'doctoring' and would provide a measure of protection should I be called upon to refute any claims that these events were merely staged. As a result, I had two cameras operating on either side of the test subject and a stationary, unmanned camera directly in front. The other camera would be used solely for recording audience reactions.

"I would like to mention ladies," I continued, "that Dr. Ford is using a special hand cream that I have used in conjunction with EJAX-472 as a ancillary topical ointment. It is longer lasting and much milder than most other lubricants and is non-greasy, thus allowing protracted stimulation of the penis."

All of us watched as Sheila's deft manipulations produced an immense erection in the subject. His cock must have been at least 10 inches in length, and I gazed in fascination as each steady, sensuous stroke of her hand traversed the length of his cock, from the base all the way up to and over the tip of his glans. It wasn't long before I noticed that she was staring intently at his testicles.

"Dr. Ford, will you kindly describe what you are seeing to the audience."

"Certainly." She paused to gave him a few quick strokes and then continued. "I am noticing that the subject's testicular sac is expanding, most likely due to an increase in sperm production."

It was indeed expanding. I could see that from even 10 feet away. Rebecca and Maria shot me a glance as if to say, "Wow!" Cheryl, herself, looked amused.

"Ladies," I said, "the physical manifestation Dr. Ford is now describing is a side effect of EJAX-472. It is perfectly normal, and we can expect further expansion as the stimulation increases."





EJAX-472: Ch. 02



EJAX-472: Chapter 2

As John's strength was somewhat depleted by his first series of orgasms, I directed Lynette to bring out a padded recliner—a modern, modified version of the traditional exam table—and place it center stage. This would allow the women to have full access to his genitals while John would be able to concentrate more on his performance rather than worry about maintaining his balance. Cushions were placed under his legs and buttocks so that his lower body was elevated, thus offering the audience—and the two camerawomen who were positioned to the right and left of him— a completely unobstructed view. Restraining straps were used to keep his hands and feet secure so that the women could maintain complete control over him at all times. 

While I was engaged in supervising my crew, Sheila approached me, followed by her daughter Jill and Jill's friend Laura. She smiled as she took my hand.

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes," she said unable to suppress her enthusiasm, "but I must admit that I am happy to have been proved wrong. You have advanced the frontiers of fertility research by decades. Congratulations Christiana, it's a great achievement!"

"Thank you, Sheila. And thanks to you, and to you too Jill, for your assistance. It's exciting isn't it?"

Jill gave me a big smile. 

"Exciting isn't the word." Sheila continued. "It's absolutely electrifying! Look at these people. Have you ever seen a bunch of women act so wild? Look at them!"

My eyes quickly scanned the room. Most of these women were caring, dedicated professionals who, under normal circumstances, could never have been mistaken for the uninhibited, bawdy bunch they now appeared to be. But something had triggered this unexpected response and it certainly wasn't alcohol or drugs. My only explanation for it was that they were experiencing a tremendous rush of sexual energy derived from their vicarious domination of the male subjects. They knew that the stupendous ejaculatory feats they had been witnessing were wholly unprecedented, and the fact that such feats were made possible only through the agency of my drug—a drug created by a woman—made the victory doubly sweet.

"I couldn't believe the amount of sperm he kept shooting out." Jill remarked.

"It was funny," Laura offered. "I could actually see the veins in his penis contract every time he ejaculated."

Sheila looked thoughtful. "As a physician, I must say that his orgasm was exemplary. Don't you think girls?"

"Oh, come on mom," Jill said. "There's nothing like it in the record books!"

"There's nothing like it ever!" Laura chuckled. "It's really great!"

All of us broke out in a fit of merriment.

"I hope you don't mind that Laura and I crashed your party," Jill said. "I heard mom talk to her friends about this experiment and I just had to see it for myself."

"But we never expected to see your mom participate in it!" Laura piped in.

"At first it freaked me out, but then I got caught up with all the excitement."

"My daughter is quite promiscuous, Christiana," Sheila admitted freely. "Just like her mother I'm afraid."

I smiled. "I'm glad you were both able to lend a hand."

The three women laughed at my unintended pun.

"Do you mind if we stay and watch?" Jill asked impatiently.

"Not at all. I replied. "We're almost ready to continue. He's going to put on quite a show for us this time."

"Better than what we just saw?" Laura asked wide-eyed.

"Much better," I promised her. "If you want, you can both sit on either side of the subject and see for yourself."

The two girls looked at each other and grinned. I saw their eyes twinkle with a newfound intensity, absorbed as they were with the overwhelming erotic tension of what they were about to witness. 

"Thanks Dr. Swensen," Jill said. "See you later mom."

"Try to stay out of the line of fire," Sheila warned them as they made their way toward John. 

Sheila thanked me for allowing the girls to stay and left to resume her seat with her other colleagues from the university. Rebecca, who had been overseeing things on the stage, now returned to tell me that the subject was prepared.

"We're ready to go," she said.

"What are the girls' names?

"Tiffany is the blonde, the tall redhead is Andrea, and the brunette with the big boobs is Jacquelyn."

I noticed that all three girls were pretty. I could tell they were anxious to begin by the way they looked at John, giggling nervously each time he smiled at them. Because this part of the experiment required strict attention to timing, I was going to leave John's masturbation in Rebecca's expertly skilled hands. However, seeing his wonderful reaction put forth in regards to being handled by strangers, I decided to let the girls take care of him and hope for the best.

"Attention everybody," I began. "Attention please! Thank you again for your patience. We are now ready to continue." I looked directly at the blonde girl. "Tiffany, are you ready?"

"Yes, Dr. Swensen," she said sweetly, as she rubbed the lube cream into her hands. "All ready."

"I would like to remind you and all the girls that you may employ any masturbatory technique you wish as long as you do not cause the subject any pain. Is that understood?"

"We understand," she said quickly.

"Good. Remember that we are testing the subject's capacity to experience continuous ejaculations after a very brief interval of rest. During those intervals, I will call upon another girl to replace the previous one, so that we can witness the subject's reactions to various tactile stimuli. Are there any questions?"

The girls looked at me quietly, awaiting my orders. I turned to the audience.

"Ladies, you are now going to witness the first-ever demonstration of recurrent ejaculation; something previously unattainable in the human male. Tiffany, you may begin."

The blonde girl knelt down to John's left and enveloped his prick in her warm, moist hands. The drug had kept him semi-erect, so it only took a few quick strokes for him to regain his full 10-inch status. Pleased with her results, Tiffany now employed a slow, deliberate masturbation technique. She caressed the sensitive underside of his shaft and reacted with delight as his testicles once again began to fill with sperm, swelling to even greater proportions than before. Jill and Laura, who were kneeling on opposite sides of John, noticed this transition with wonder. Jill extended her hand to feel the expanding scrotum, reveling in the feel of the smooth and heavy testicular sac that would soon be emptying its contents in violent spasms brought forth from Tiffany's hand.

As Tiffany continued to masturbate John, Andrea and Jacquelyn moved directly behind him, watching intently. Ann stood off to John's right, casually observing her husband's masturbation with increasing interest. It appeared to me that she wanted to participate, but seemed to be waiting for something. What that was I could not imagine. 

Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl stood with me by the podium, watching as John's facial expressions changed in response to Tiffany's shifting masturbatory technique. There was no doubt in my mind that the young girl was a practiced masturbator, judging by her varied and intense hand motions. Her favorite method seemed to be drawing her right hand slowly and firmly up his shaft, stopping for a moment at the tip and then quickly returning her hand to its base. John soon grew accustomed to this form of manipulation and let out a low moan on each sustained upstroke, causing Tiffany to smile.

"It looks like the girls are enjoying themselves," I said.

"He is cute," Rebecca replied, her eyes never leaving the scene. "I'd love to beat that big prick of his off myself."

Cheryl giggled. "You and every other woman in this room."

Maria said nothing. Only a barely audible sigh escaped her lips even as Tiffany's incessant stroking was bringing John's massive tool closer to climax. 

The women in the audience had grown quiet. I think they realized that they were going to see something special and I hoped that they wouldn't be disappointed. I myself tried to stay as detached from the emotional aspect of the experiment as possible. Although I allowed my assistants to participate, I could not do so without losing credibility in the eyes of my colleagues. Even so, watching these men being masturbated one after the other made me very horny. On the surface I appeared cool, but on the inside I had to fight from becoming every bit as turned on as the rest of the women.

"Look, Rebecca said. "The girls are teasing him."

It was Jill who had started the taunting. I found it amusing that they felt it necessary to speak lewdly to him but I guess it made it more entertaining for them. The audience seemed to appreciate it because they strained to hear every word.

"Hey mister," Jill said sweetly, "your balls are getting really full huh?"

Laura tugged on his nut sac. "You getting ready to come for us baby?"

"I wanna see you shoot a big fucking load," Andrea said thickly.

John was getting really turned on by this outrageous talk and started to drive his cock up into Tiffany's stroking hand.

"Look at this girls," Tiffany said, titillated. "I think he wants to give us something."

Jacquelyn leaned her head down onto his chest and stroked his nipple. "Yeah," she said sexily, "he wants to give us his sticky white goo."

The ladies in the audience were really getting into this sexual banter and some of the more outspoken among them contributed their own slew of sexual innuendos. 

The combination of all this lecherous talk and Tiffany's expert handjob were having its desired effect on John. He began to groan loudly as he began to reach the point of no return. 

And then, suddenly, something beautiful happened. 

I saw Ann move in between Tiffany and Jacquelyn and cradle her husband's head in her hand. She kissed his face repeatedly and told him how she was going to make passionate love to him after he first gave up his sperm for the ladies. She kissed him deeply, allowing him to suck on her tongue. Finally, the effects of the drug, Tiffany's now quickly moving hand, the teasing words of the girls, and his wife's passionate kisses combined to drive him over the edge.

"Tell me when you're gonna cum!" Tiffany said as she pulled on him with accelerated strokes.

Suddenly the teasing stopped, and all you could hear was John's heavy breathing, his chest swiftly rising up and down as his mouth gulped down great draughts of air.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed.

As John's testicles rose high up into his body, I knew the first spurt was on its way. Tiffany knew it too, and stroked him furiously until she felt the first thick wave of cream rise up his shaft. And then, even as his first ejaculation began, she quickly removed her hand and left the giant cock unattended. This was certainly an unexpected move on her part, and I thought it would diminish the force of his ejaculation. But John seemed oblivious to her missing hand and arched his body upward as far as he could as his prick, like a wild beast unleashed, began to fire its full supply of cum.

Tiffany quickly moved back a little to watch as he crested, but Jill and Laura held their place, staring at the thick, pulsating slab of meat as the first huge load of sperm shot up high above their heads.

Witnessing his ejaculation up close was astonishing enough, but I will never forget what it looked like played back in slow motion when several of my female friends and I had a chance to see the video a few days later. I had invited my sister Bonnie, Sheila and her daughter Jill, Tiffany, Rebecca, Maria, Cheryl, and three colleagues of mine from the university, including one nurse, to watch the video with me. When it came time for John's orgasm, I slowed the tape down and told everybody to sit back and enjoy the show. 

The video showed Tiffany's hand slowly pulling away from John's erupting cock. The back of Jill's head was still in the frame and the faces of Ann, Jacquelyn, and Andrea were seen clearly above John's head, now thrown back in ecstasy. As Tiffany released his cock, it bounced up and down for a moment and then a thick rope of sperm shot out of the tip, followed by three more hot blasts. The girls cried out in delight as the stringy ejaculate flew first backward, then forward and to the side, painting a marvelous figure eight in the air. This was followed by a very long rope of cum that shot directly upward above John's head and out of the frame. We all watched in amusement as Ann, Jacquelyn, and Andrea followed the trajectory of sperm as it splashed into the wall somewhere behind them. The camera came off John's cock for minute and panned right, capturing Tiffany's laughing face. Jill moved out of range next to Tiffany as they both observed the out of control cock as it continued to shoot sperm in every direction.

We then saw the camera move in for a close up of John's face, his eyes wide open, unable to understand what was happening to his cock. He was begging one of the girls to masturbate him. And then, in answer to his plea, a hand came into the frame from the left. It was Laura's hand. She pulled on his cock viciously, a wild, abandoned look on her face, as spurt after spurt was forced from John's tool. Then suddenly it stopped. The final string of cum flew past Laura's lovely profile and landed somewhere beyond the periphery of the stage. 

After viewing the tape, I asked Tiffany what had made her decide to stop masturbating John at the last minute. She told me that she had done it once to her boyfriend as an experiment when they had parked with another couple in his car. She said that her girlfriend had watched from the backseat as she brought her boyfriend to orgasm and had simply wanted to see what would happen if she stopped stroking him. She was rewarded with a giant climax that sent his sperm flying into the windshield and then backwards over the girl's head in the back of the car. She said that she just sat there giggling as load after load shot out of the errant prick. This caused Bonnie to remark that she was going to try the same thing on her husband that very night!

In any event, Tiffany's little test proved to be a success. But John was far from done.

I asked Jacquelyn to immediately continue his masturbation, eager to see if the drug was still working. She quickly moved to his left and started stroking his prick in slow, sensuous movements. It took less than 20 seconds to encourage yet another spectacular display of sperm. As Jacquelyn felt him coming, Ann knelt over his cock and began sucking him off. She then opened her mouth over his prick as he yelled that he was beginning to cum. Hearing this, Jacquelyn took the tip of his prick between her thumb and forefinger and gave him several short rapid bursts. The first few spurts shot right into the back of Ann's throat and she swallowed every drop. Several more loads shot into her mouth before she had to pull away, the last few arcs of sperm splashing into her face and hair and some even flying several feet beyond her.

"Oh, God," John exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum again! Ah..."

"Andrea!" I yelled.

The girl rushed forward ready to grab his cock but Ann told her to wait. Pulling her hair out of her face, she again opened her mouth and took the full length of his tool down her hungry throat. Within seconds he was pumping more thick ropes of cum into her mouth. This time Ann did not pull away. She held him firmly between her lips as I watched her swallow what must have been a quart of hot sperm. Andrea's astonished face reflected my own feelings as Ann teased and coaxed her husband's penis to release yet even more of the creamy fluid.

Sensing Andrea wanted to help out, she took the girl's hand and had her start masturbating him. Ann herself pulled away, wiping her face with a towel as she watched her husband being masturbated to orgasm once again. Sitting astride him, Andrea used both her hands to bring him to climax, this time using strong upward strokes. The entire audience was shouting hysterically, urging her to make him cum. Pointing his prick toward the ceiling, we all watched as he fired off a continuous salvo of sperm. Her silky red hair raked across his genitals and caught a good portion of his load, making it one big sticky mess. She kept stroking, watching one creamy spurt follow upon another, to her utter delight. I counted about 15 separate ejaculations, each one as thick as all the ones before.

I heard Maria cry out just then and realized she had just fingered herself to orgasm. Rebecca looked at her and then at me and chuckled.

"Maria, you slut. In front of all these people!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," she said apologetically. It's so sexy!"

I had to agree. It was difficult to maintain a professional decorum with such intimate sexual acts being committed right in front of our faces. I was almost certain that there must have been many other women, who, like Maria, had been overcome with lust at seeing John's performance and had secretly brought themselves to orgasm in full view of their colleagues. At times I looked around me and thought I must be at some wild bachelorette party, until the myriad professional faces reminded me that this was indeed a clinical experiment. 

Andrea finished milking the last few drops of sperm from John's now depleted cock and climbed off him. The audience responded by giving her and John a standing ovation. Ann took her husband's hand and led the exhausted man toward the exit, winking to me as she passed by. I thanked her and all the other women who had participated in the test and watched as they resumed their seats in the audience, anxious to share their experiences with their questioning counterparts. As Lynette and her crew began to clean up the stage, I addressed the crowd.

"Thank you ladies, thank you," I said, as the most recent crop of volunteers were re-assimilated into the audience. "To all those who volunteered I want to say that your participation in these experiments is greatly appreciated by me and my staff. As I have mentioned earlier, the reason I have chosen to use volunteers is twofold: to avoid any accusations of falsifying results due to duplicity and to add an unbiased element by utilizing the services of women who are unacquainted with the subjects and therefore are unaware of the subjects' sexual predilections. As we now have three more tests to conclude, I will need more volunteers. If anyone is interested..."

"Right here!" said a middle-aged woman in a nurse's uniform who was sitting amongst a group of several other nurses in the front row to my far left. "I'd like to volunteer."

"Thank you," I said graciously. "Anyone else?"

Just then, an ocean of hands were raised simultaneously, representing more than two thirds of the audience; Bonnie's outstretched arm, waving wildly back and forth, being among them.

"This is wonderful. Thank you ladies. As this in the halfway point in our experiment, I am going to pause now for a brief intermission. We will meet here again in 20 minutes to conclude the test. There are refreshments in the adjoining conference room outside so please help yourselves. For those interested in volunteering, please see my assistant Rebecca now. Thank you."

As the women began to exit the lab to seek refreshments, I watched as Lynette and her assistants tackled the mess left behind in the aftermath of John's multitudinous orgasms. The amount of sperm he had ejaculated had been staggering, but I knew that the full potential of EJAX-472 was yet to be realized. 

During the intermission I decided to go back to my office to relax for a few minutes before resuming the experiment. I realized that my entire body was shaking from the anxiety and tension associated with the uncertainty of the tests. So far, all was going well, but analysis of the various sperm specimens would tell the whole story. So despite the outward success of EJAX-472, I could not be assured of final victory until the analyses were complete and the drug's effectiveness was proven.




EJAX-472: Ch. 02



As I was looking over my notes to prepare myself for the next round of subjects, I looked up to see Bonnie standing in the doorway. "You okay sis?" she asked concerned.

"Sure," I replied. "Come in and sit down."

She took a seat in front of my desk and crossed her long, slender, suntanned legs. "When you left the lab I was worried, so I decided to check on you. How are you holding up?"

"I'm a little tired from shaking hands and dodging sperm, but I'll be all right."

Bonnie let out a hearty laugh. "I want you to know that I got drenched on your behalf!"

"Yes, but you enjoyed it." I replied.

She looked at me seriously. "Are you kidding? I loved it. Did you see the way I made that guy cum? Whoosh!" She drew her arms together then quickly up and outward to simulate the subject's violent ejaculation.

"You and the drug," I corrected her.

"Okay, okay. The drug was a big part of it, but so weren't these hands!" She brought her fingers together with her thumb, pretending she was jerking off an invisible penis. "I love being in control of a man."

"You're such a voluptuary."

"Oh," she said somewhat offended, "and you're not? Come on sis, this experiment of yours should have been called "Christiana's Masturbatorium!"

I laughed aloud.

"I mean it," she continued. "You love controlling those men in there. It gives you a sense of power and superiority over them doesn't it?"

I had to admit she had a point. "I suppose so. But that's not the reason I'm doing this."

"Okay, maybe not. But you still get a big thrill from it don't you? Admit it."

'Yes, yes, it is exciting. I admit that."

"Of course it is," she said, pleased with herself. "And make no mistake about it. Those subjects of yours loved being masturbated by a bunch of strange women."

"Judging by the results, I would have to agree."

"Some men are just like that. They enjoy being controlled by a woman. It turns them on."

Bonnie started toying with her hair, drawing her index finger around a few random strands until she formed a small knot. This was a nervous habit of hers, and always practiced when discussing sexual matters.

"My sister, the control freak," I said, staring down at my desk.

"Okay. What's wrong sis?"

I drew a deep breath. "I'm concerned, that's all."

"Don't tell me. It's about the drug."

"Yes."

"It works Christiana. What are you concerned about?"

"That what we're seeing here is just a freak thing—a one time only affair. You have to understand that all the validation lies in the analysis. Without that, this wonderful display of masculine libido is nothing but show."

Bonnie smiled at my remark. "But what a show! You single-handedly created sexual monsters out of those guys. It's nothing short of 'spermarific'!"

"What?" I asked.

"Spermarific," she repeated. "It's what all the women are referring to this experiment as."

I shook my head and laughed. "You always know how to cheer me up don't you?"

"Look sis, you know better than anyone else that there are always going to be risks involved in any scientific undertaking. You've invented something new and it's going to take time to work out all the bugs. So stop worrying and let's get back to the lab. I want to watch your girls coax out a few more cumshots before the day is over."

We both laughed long and hard as we walked back toward the lab. Bonnie's direct and unassuming approach always succeeded in disarming men, and sometimes even me. It was one of the things I most admired about her.

By the time I had returned to the lab most of the audience had returned to their seats. I checked in with Lynette and she told me that the final three subjects were awaiting my instructions. I noticed that Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl had all taken their places as previously arranged and were only waiting for me to give them the word to begin.

"I have a list of volunteers," Rebecca said holding a long piece of paper in her hands.

"How many?" I asked.

"Almost two thirds of the audience," she said cheerily.

"Are you kidding?" I asked surprised.

"No!" she replied. "Isn't it great?" 

Judging by the long list of volunteers, I would never have suspected that people in the medical profession had such libidinous natures. I was no prude myself, but to see so many women willing to shed their inhibitions at one time was illuminating. When all preparations had been made, I gave Lynette the signal to bring the first subject onstage.

"Uh, excuse me," said a 50-ish looking woman in the fifth row.

"Yes?" I said.

"My name is Jane Nordstrom," she said standing up. "I am a guest of one of the doctors in attendance here and I have to say that I don't believe that what we are witnessing here today is real. In fact, it is my belief that this entire so-called 'experiment' of yours is nothing more than a hoax."

I was shocked to hear such a statement. How could she be so stupid as to deny the evidence of her own eyes? She was sitting close enough. Couldn't she see the truth for herself? After the shouts of protest died down I took up the gauntlet.

"Are you accusing me of fraud?" I asked, barely able to get the words out.

"Yes, Dr. Swensen, I am."

'What nerve,' I said to myself. I was not going to allow this detractor to ruin my experiment by turning it into some circus sideshow. 

"What makes you think that what you have witnessed here tonight is anything but authentic? Do you doubt the evidence of your own eyes?"

"The eyes can be tricked. From what I have seen it appears that some form of legerdemain was used to simulate those ridiculous ejaculations."

"They were real, I assure you."

"I don't believe you. How you have managed to fool these otherwise intelligent women is beyond me, but men cannot experience orgasms such as the ones we've seen here today."

Bonnie jumped up from her seat and addressed the woman in my defense.

"I beg your pardon miss," she said angrily, "but there are many women here, including myself, who participated in these experiments, and I can tell you that those orgasms were real!"

"That's what you claim, but I see no reason to believe you."

"How about the three gallons of sperm those guys ejaculated? Do you believe that?"

"I do not, and stop trying to convince me. It's all fake and I think you're all in on it."

"In on what?" I asked.

"On your little scam," she replied nastily. "It is physically impossible for a man to release that much semen at one time. Physically impossible."

I could not believe this woman's staunch denial of the truth. She was calling me a liar in front of all these people and I had to find a way to put a stop to her false accusations before the entire situation got out of hand.

"It is not physically impossible. That's what EJAX-472 was meant to do."

"Rubbish!"

She was beginning to anger me. "Let me ask you this. Why do you think I would go to all this trouble to conduct an experiment that was not based on truth?"

"Truth? You're not interested in the truth doctor. You're interested in money!" With that she sat down with a self-righteous shrug.

The entire audience was in an uproar. I saw Bonnie screaming at the woman, her face all red with emotion. Several of my friends at the university tried to argue with her but Jane Nordstrom held her ground. This was the last straw for me. This person had insulted my character. She had called me a liar and an opportunist and she would have to be dealt with quickly and decisively. With much shouting, I finally got the crowd to settle down. 

"There is no doubt that if my drug is successful it could make me very rich. But the real issue here is one of who's telling the truth. I am therefore willing to prove to you, personally, that everything you have seen here today is real."

"There is no way it can be done. You're wasting your time."

"What would convince you of the validity of my experiments?" I asked, trying hard to contain my anger.

She thought for a moment. "If you really want to prove to me and everyone here the veracity of your experiment," she said smugly, "then have your subject come down into the audience and perform for us, where we can all see and judge for ourselves."  

I was getting this woman to play right into my hands. "I see, so you think that because these men are onstage that there is a probability of some kind of trickery going on?"

"I would say it is a high probability."

"In that case, I am prepared to back up my claims. I will honor your request and have the next subject come down into the audience and demonstrate to you that all I have said is the truth. Is this acceptable to you?"

"Go right ahead," she said with impertinence. "Do your best."

What a horrendous creature I thought. Physically she was a very attractive woman with short platinum blonde hair and intense blue eyes. But her personality was something I found repugnant. It would be a pleasure to make her look like a fool in front of all these people.

I gave the sign for Lynette to bring the subject out onto the platform. The atmosphere in the room was now very tense, and I even believed that there were some women who, despite evidence to the contrary, sought a similar assurance, as Jane Nordstrom was now demanding from me.

"You should have thrown the bitch out," Rebecca said.

"If I had done that, she would have gone and spread all kinds of rumors about me. No, I have to nip this thing in the bud now, otherwise we're going to have major problems with the media later on."

Rebecca shrugged. "Some people can be so stupid," she said, as she glared at the taciturn woman.

The forth subject in the experiment, whose name was Stuart Borg, came onto the stage in his white lab coat accompanied by Lynette and his girlfriend Denise. Stuart was about 32 years old—a thin, rather plain looking man who seemed to be always looking to his girlfriend for direction. During his stay at the Clinic he remained somewhat sullen and aloof, but he did have a good sense of humor when it could be brought out of him. His girlfriend was a stern-faced woman a few years older than he was, and seemed to take great pleasure in bossing him around. She confided in me that she and Stuart had been dating for three years and all during that time he had rarely satisfied her sexually. Having now gotten a full dose of her personality, I could see why.

Lynette removed Stuart's lab coat leaving him totally naked on the stage next to me. Denise sat on a chair to my right looking uncomfortable.

"Our next test subject is a man of 32 years in good physical and mental health. For the past three years he has suffered from a sexual dysfunction known as 'premature ejaculation'. No apparent cause has been found for this phenomenon. He has been taking EJAX-472 for the past two weeks and his body is now saturated with the drug. Premature ejaculators all suffer from the 'anticipation' aspect of sex; their penises become so sensitized to the anticipation of vaginal entry that they ejaculate merely by thinking about it. My drug allows the subject to remain in a constant state of arousal while desensitizing that part of the brain responsible for sending electrical impulses to the penis arbitrarily. In effect, the subject can now, at his own will, control the rate and intensity of his ejaculations. I call this the 'COC' or 'cum on command' factor."

I looked at Jane Nordstrom who just shook her head and sneered. 

I asked Lynette to bring a chair and place it in front of the stage at audience level. I then directed Stuart to walk around the room so that all the women could view his body up close. As he navigated his way around the rows of chairs, I saw an uncomfortable look appear on Jane Nordstrom's face. While he casually walked up and down the aisles, I asked him to stop and allow himself to be inspected by the women.

"Ladies," I said, "please perform a visual inspection of the subject's genitals. I want everyone to see that we are not resorting to trickery here."

A few minutes went by as the women inspected him. When they were assured nothing was amiss, I asked Jane Nordstrom to sit in the chair in front of the stage. At first I thought she was going to back down, but her curiosity got the better of her and she walked briskly down the aisle with her head down, looking at no one.

"Thank you Ms. Nordstrom," I said politely, the words sticking in my throat. 

She sat down and crossed her legs, revealing a splendid cheesecake pose.

I had Stuart approach her and stand to her side so that all the women in the audience could see what I was about to do.

"Ms. Nordstrom has accused me of fabricating the events you have all witnessed here today. To quell the charges of fraud, I would now like to ask Ms. Nordstrom to examine the subject closely to be certain that no deception is involved. Are you ready Ms. Nordstrom?"

"I suppose so," she said dismissively.

"Then please begin."

She turned her head toward Stuart, her face on the same level as his flaccid penis. "I'm looking."

"Do you see anything suspect about his genitals?"

After a short cursory examination she replied that she did not.

"I would now like you to handle his penis and tell me if it is indeed real." 

"It seems real to me," she said without touching it.

"But we must be sure, mustn't we?" I insisted. "Please use your hands."

She timidly took hold of Stuart's penis and after turning it around in her hand for a few seconds, seemed satisfied that it was the real thing.

"Now please turn your attention to the subject's scrotum. Feel it over with your fingers and tell me if it seems normal to you."

She hefted Stuart's ample sac in her hand and seemed content that all was as it should be. "It looks fine," she said, "but it feels heavy."

I chuckled to myself. "That's due to the effects of my drug. Even now as we speak, his balls are filling up with semen. Obviously you are turning him on."

"But I haven't done anything."

"That's the beauty of it. His brain now controls all of his ejaculatory actions. He makes the decision as to how he will react and when he will react, all within the parameters circumscribed by the drug." 

"Are you telling me that he can get an erection at will, just by thinking about it?"

"Not only that Ms. Nordstrom, he can also have an orgasm 'at will'."

The group of nurses who were sitting only a few yards away snickered loudly.

"I don't believe it," she said unconvinced.

"I knew you wouldn't," I replied, expecting such a reaction. "That's why we are going to put it to the test."

She looked at me suspiciously, trying to determine what I had in mind. I pointed to the nurse who had readily volunteered her services earlier and she rose up from her chair and approached me.

"Would you like to participate in this test?" I asked her.

"Anything for science," she replied with a smile.

She told me her name was Sally. I figured her to be in her late thirties. She was about 5' 6", very attractive, with brown eyes and medium length black hair. She possessed a frank sexuality about her that I found engaging. Her extroverted personality stood in stark contrast to the anxious looking woman sitting in the chair.

I had Lynette bring a chair for Sally and had both her and Jane Nordstrom sit on either side of Stuart facing him while he, himself, faced the audience. I instructed the two camerawomen to come up close to the three of them and position their cameras on either side. Maria stood behind Sally, her camera ready to record the event. Rebecca and Cheryl stood to Ms. Nordstrom's right. 

"Sally," I said, I would like you to act as a non-partial, close up witness. And I would also like you to help the subject with his orgasm."

"Certainly, doctor," she said happily.

"Ms. Nordstrom," I began. "The women in the audience have inspected the test subject and have found his physical state to be perfectly normal. Are you in agreement with their assessment?"

"I am."

"And upon your inspection of the subject just now, do you admit that his body appears normal—that there are no tubes, connecting devices, or artificial contrivances attached?

"I could detect no such things on his body."

"In that case, let us begin. Since you have accused me of perpetrating a hoax in regards to this experiment, I am now forced to refute that accusation. I have asked you to participate in this test so that there will be no doubt in anyone's mind here tonight of the validity of EJAX-472. To prove to you and the audience the power of my drug, you are going to induce an erection in the subject using no physical stimulation whatsoever."

Jane Nordstrom gave me bemused look. "What do you expect me to do, talk him into a hard-on?"

Several women snickered.

"Exactly," I replied. "You are to use any provocative sexual language you like to induce an erection in the subject."

Now everyone in the room started laughing. Jane Nordstrom couldn't hide her look of disdain, while Sally simply giggled and started mouthing nonsense words to Stuart's penis, causing her nurse friends to go into hysterics. 

"This is ridiculous!" Jane Nordstrom shouted as the laughter continued unabated.

With her friends egging her on, Sally now stuck her tongue out in close proximity to Stuart's penis and licked the air around it. The audience went wild. Even Stuart, who was normally poker-faced, broke out into a huge grin. But despite this singular unexpected moment of humor, I noticed that something was stirring within him. That something, I accurately guessed, was the drug starting to kick in. I could only imagine that the raucous behavior of the women coupled with Sally's lewd attentions, had started a chemical chain reaction within his loins whose effect was only now beginning to be evidenced by the slow upward climb of his penis.

"Ladies please, calm down!" I urged.

Rebecca seconded my appeal by raising her arms above her head, palms outward, in an attempt to quell the din. Slowly the laughter began to subside.

"Thank you. Now that we've all had a good time, I would like to conclude this experiment. And Sally," I said looking right at her, "you will refrain from making any overtly sexual gestures, otherwise I will have to ask you to return to your seat."

She looked at me sheepishly but I could still detect a slight smirk on her face.

During this time, Stuart's penis had continued its slow ascent to the horizontal. Sally was the first to notice it.

"Look girls," she announced. "He's getting hard!"

It was true. Stuart had become as hard as a rock, his penis sticking out obscenely from his body in all its naked glory. Jane Nordstrom was unaware of it until prompted by Sally's remark, and turned her head toward him to come face to face with the throbbing piece of flesh.

"Oh, my!" she said, repulsed.

Her reaction prompted another burst of laughter from the audience and I had to wait a full minute before I could resume. 

"As you can see everyone," I began, "the subject has become fully aroused with no manual stimulation whatsoever. This is due to the effect of the drug."

Jane Nordstrom studied the bobbing penis that was now only inches from her face with amusement. "Not necessarily, doctor," she said smugly, "many men get excited without touching themselves. This proves nothing."

"Maybe so," I conceded. "But the proof, as they say, is in the pudding."

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"It's simple. You and Sally are going to give our test subject an orgasm by using words alone. You will not touch him in any way. When he is ready, he will ejaculate only once and once only." I looked at Stuart. "Does the subject understand this?"

He looked at me and nodded. 

"Under normal circumstances, once ejaculation commences, the series of orgasmic pulses that occur in the penis cannot be controlled. However, the test subject will be able to control these pulses with the aid of the drug and therefore will be able to cum on command. As this experiment has never been done before, I cannot be certain of the results. But I am reasonably sure that this is what indeed will occur."




EJAX-472: Ch. 02



"I don't see how this is possible," Jane Nordstrom said skeptically and with some hint of mockery. "How can you get a man to have an orgasm by merely talking to him?"

"The mind is a sexual organ, Ms. Nordstrom. And don't forget that the subject is under the influence of my drug."

"Of course, that must be it!" she said with an air of impudence.

Sally looked hungrily at Stuart's cock as it pulsated in the air before her. She had a hard time keeping her eyes off it, and I had a funny feeling that she wanted to do more than simply stare at it. Thankfully, she had the good sense to abide by my wishes and kept her hands on her lap. "His balls are really getting big doctor," she said with some concern.

"As is the case with all of our other subjects, this is normal. He is now in a heightened state of arousal, but with the ability to control the his penile contractions and the amount of semen ejaculated."

Jane Nordstrom remained implacable. "This is something I have to see."

"Oh you will, Ms. Nordstrom. You will." I assured her. "And so that there will be no doubt in your mind that the orgasm is genuine, I want you to hold out your hands and catch the sperm as it shoots out."

Jane Nordstrom looked at me incredulously. "You want me to do what?"

"I want you to catch his cum in your hands," I said matter of factly.

"What on earth for?" she said somewhat alarmed.

"So that you will know that it's real. I want you to leave here today feeling absolutely sure that everything you have witnessed is true."

I felt a great sense of pleasure from her apparent discomfort. It was payback time and I was going to enjoy it.

"I'm not sure I like this idea," she said dismayed.

"You're the one who demanded proof," I said pointedly. "I'm going to give it to you."

She was going to say something more, but thought the better of it and accepted her situation. I had Lynette bring two pairs of protective plastic gloves, which both ladies put on. I then asked the audience to remain completely quiet as Jane Nordstrom and Sally began their verbal assault on Stuart's prick. Stuart's hands had been cuffed behind his back to prevent him from stimulating his own penis. I'm glad I had decided to employ this measure because he certainly would have tried to masturbate himself otherwise. As it was, all he could do was concentrate on the women's words and allow their sexy talk to stimulate him. 

Jane Nordstrom stared at Stuart's rigid penis with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension. "Hello!" she said addressing his cock. This made Sally chuckle.

"Sexy talk, Ms. Nordstrom," I urged her. "Sally, show her."

Sally gave me a knowing smile. She then looked up into Stuart's eyes and said in a low, soft, sensuous voice, "I'll bet you've been saving it up for days, huh? I mean, look at your balls. They're so fucking big!"

As if in response, Stuart's cock started to twitch.

"Did you see that? Jane Nordstrom commented.

"Talk to him!" I ordered.

"I don't know what to say," she said feebly. "I feel so silly."

"Oh, for Christ's sake!" Sally blurted out. "Talk dirty to him!"

Jane Nordstrom was now in the spotlight. Saying obscene things to Stuart was bad enough, but saying nothing was even worse. After a few moments had passed, she collected herself enough to begin.

"How big is that thing anyway?" she asked tentatively. "It looks about six or seven inches to me."

"I'd say seven inches tops." Sally offered.

"Would you? Well that's a pretty nice sized penis. Do you masturbate a lot?" Stuart nodded.

"I'll bet you do," she agreed. "I'll bet you'd like to masturbate yourself right now wouldn't you?"

Stuart nodded again.

"Of course you would. It's understandable with all that semen building up inside those big balls of yours."

Stuart's cock twitched once more. It was obvious her words were having an effect on him. She quickly looked at me as if seeking approval. 

"Keep it up," I said encouragingly.

It must have been the approval she had been seeking, because I noticed a distinct change in her attitude just then. Her initial reticence seemed to have given way to some libidinous aspect of her personality heretofore hidden. Sally and I looked at each other in surprise as Jane Nordstrom began moving her head around the periphery of Stuart's engorged cock, admiring it as if it were some priceless artifact. Her voice rose in a series of gentle ooos and ahhs as she looked under his balls, then his cock, all from various angles. 

"I think you're gonna shoot your load soon. Am I right?" she said teasingly.

Stuart's face was turning red and his breathing was becoming labored. This excited Jane Nordstrom immensely. 

"What do you think Sally?" she inquired. "Does it look to you as if he's gonna cum for us soon? "I would say real soon," Sally replied.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I can tell."

"How can you tell?"

"Well," Sally said, "those big plums of his are retreating into his body."

"And what does that mean?"

"It means that he's getting ready to ejaculate."

"I guess you would know. After all, you are a nurse."

"Yes, I am," Sally affirmed.

"And as a nurse, have you ever had to masturbate a patient?"

"I do it all the time," she said cheerfully.

"Really?" Jane Nordstrom exclaimed. "And do you enjoy masturbating them?"

"Absolutely. I love watching guys cum."

"It brings you pleasure then?"

"Yes. I love controlling a man like that. It gives me such a rush of power."

With those words the three of us watched in fascination as his prick swelled to even greater dimensions. I could actually see the veins in his penis throb as their lewd dialogue brought him inexorably toward the edge. Aware of the results she had inspired, Jane Nordstrom actually giggled, which took both Sally and me unawares. I could see that Stuart was now reaching the threshold of his endurance. Jane Nordstrom was getting into his masturbation via the spoken word and she was loving it.

She moved her face closer to Stuart's penis. "Ooops," she said in mock concern, "do I detect something wet around the tip of your penis?"

"That's just his pre-cum," Sally casually remarked.

"Pre-cum? What does that signify nurse Sally?"

"It means he's gonna cum any moment now." "Are you sure?"

"I'm very sure."

At this point I noticed that Denise had risen quickly from her seat and stood on the platform above Stuart watching, with a sudden newfound interest, the masturbation of her boyfriend by the two women. She stood there with her arms folded across her chest, quietly observing as they teased him with their naughty discourse.

"Look!" Sally said to Stuart. "There's a lady standing right behind you. I think she wants to see you cum too."

Stuart turned his head and saw Denise smiling at him as if in approbation of all that was now happening to him. Her consent meant that he could now abandon any inhibitions he might have had and really enjoy himself. By this one act, he had now been redeemed in her eyes. As a result, his entire body stiffened up as it gave way to the overwhelming surge of lust that the two filthy mouthed women were provoking from him.

"Remember," Jane Nordstrom said to Stuart, "you are to ejaculate only once. You understand don't you?"

"Yes," he managed to blurt out between clenched teeth.

Then Jane Nordstrom did something completely unexpected: she took off her gloves. Sally looked at me questioningly, but I said nothing. I did not want to interrupt the experiment now that Stuart was almost ready to cum. 

"Go ahead," Jane Nordstrom said as she cupped her now unprotected hands together and held them in front of his cock, "fill them up."

We all watched spellbound as his cock seemed suddenly to come alive, bouncing up and down of its own accord like some agitated snake, ready to spit its venomous juice.

"Do it baby!" Denise suddenly screamed. "Give her your cum!"

As if in obedience to her command, Stuart groaned and thrust his hips forward as a steady stream of thick sperm spurted from the head of his cock into the delicate hands of Jane Nordstrom. The force of the ejaculation was so powerful that some of it bounced off and splashed into Sally's waiting hands.

"Oh, my God!" Jane Nordstrom said turning to me excited and breathless. "You were right!"

A long strand of cum clung to the head of Stuart's shaft but he had stopped ejaculating. Both women examined the residue in their hands and started laughing.

"Jesus!" Sally exclaimed looking into Jane Nordstrom's hands, "what a load!"

"I can't believe it." Jane Nordstrom remarked. "Look at this!" She thrust her cupped hands out in front of her to show us what she had received. I was amazed to see that her hands were filled to the top with sperm. The audience signaled their approval with cheers and whistles. 

I had Cheryl bring a glass beaker over to the women so that Stuart's sperm could be deposited. While Jane Nordstrom excused herself to go and clean her hands, Sally removed her gloves and returned to her seat seeming quite satisfied with her performance. I then noticed that Denise was caressing Stuart's shoulders and kissing him passionately. His cock was still hard and swayed back and forth as he raised his mouth up to meet hers. I told Stuart to remain where he was and to prepare himself for what was to come. Denise responded by saying that she wanted to be included in whatever it was that I had planned. I agreed and told them both to await my instructions. When Jane Nordstrom returned a few minutes later she approached me somewhat abashed.

"You were right," she said in a contrite tone. "I'm sorry I doubted you."

"Forget it. I have to give you credit for doing what you did."

She smiled. "I wanted proof, and I got it."

I had to admire her honesty. "May I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What made you take off the gloves?"

She laughed. "Oh, that. I don't know really. I guess I just got so turned on. You know it was rather thrilling to see."

I had to agree. 

"And the excitement of it. I just loved the feel of his cum hitting the palms of my hands. It was so hot!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. But that was just the beginning. I'm going to have the subject finish up now."

Her eyes widened. "Oh, great! I can't wait to see this "cum on command" business in action. What are you going to have him do?"

"Why don't you take your seat and see."

"I will," she said accommodatingly. "No hard feelings doctor?"

"No hard feelings."

She left me then to return to her seat.

I had succeeded. Jane Nordstrom had finally been impressed. 

I now turned my attentions to Stuart.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"To be honest doctor, I feel like my plumbing is all backed up."

"I'm sure it is. You see the drug is helping you to control your ejaculations. Your penis is acting like a dam holding back a flood of sperm."

"I can't believe a man can control himself this way," Denise said. 

"It's the drug. As long as Stuart continues to take it, he will never again suffer from premature ejaculation."

Denise kissed Stuart's cheek and said sweetly, "Do you hear that honey? We can actually have a normal sex life now." She took hold of his penis and pulled it toward her. "But this needs to be dealt with."

"Absolutely," I said. "Stuart, please get back on the platform and stand center stage."

I had Lynette place several chairs on the stage in a semicircle around Stuart. Denise and Rebecca sat on Stuart's right, and Maria and Cheryl sat to his left, leaving Stuart facing the audience. Each of the women held a card in their hands upon which was written a single sentence containing one word in bold italics. Lynette had told them not to speak the sentence aloud until they were instructed to do so. This was the actual experiment that was supposed to take place before Jane Nordstrom had so rudely interrupted the proceedings. 

I started to feel sorry for Stuart. I could tell by the pained expression on his face that he was struggling to keep from ejaculating. Looking at his balls I could see that they were distended and the tip of his penis was glistening with the first signs of escaping semen. I had used him as a guinea pig to prove my point to Jane Nordstrom, but despite this, he did not appear to harbor any ill will toward me. He actually seemed rather happy that I had put Jane Nordstrom in her place by offering me a quick congratulations as he ascended the platform in front of me. We were now finally ready to begin.

"As you know ladies, the subject is still capable of multiple ejaculations controlled at will. I would now like to demonstrate that capacity using the 'cum on command' technique. Each of the four women seated on the stage has a card in her hands upon which is written a sentence containing a single word. This is a "trigger" word that when spoken aloud, will cause the subject to experience an involuntary ejaculation response. Please do not repeat aloud what I am now about to show you." I reached down and picked up a placard with four words written on it: garage, velvet, exhibitionist, and pole. "These are the four trigger words. I held the sign in front of me for all the women to see. "The subject has undergone a period of hypnosis wherein he has been conditioned to respond to these four words. When he hears them spoken, he will ejaculate as if on command."

The women in the audience listened attentively. I heard a few disbelieving comments but by this time I had become used to them and simply ignored them.

"Denise," I said, "I would like you to begin by first telling the subject how many ejaculations you want him to experience and then you can read the sentence aloud. Please proceed."

Denise gave Stuart an encouraging look. 

"I want you to ejaculate three times only," she said to him. "Okay, are you ready? Here goes." She held the card up in front of her and began to read from it. "The first time I caught my boyfriend masturbating was in my parent's...garage."

At that moment the look on Stuart's face went from one of nervous anticipation to one of outright shock. He looked down at his prick, his mouth agape. One might have thought an invisible hand was furiously masturbating his penis by the way it was bobbing up and down. The entire audience stared at him, captivated by the sight of his bouncing prick as it reared back and fired off a long rope of cum that flew several feet into the air and onto the plastic sheeting. This was followed by two more giant squirts that followed in quick succession.

"Outstanding!" a woman called out from the front row of seats. 

All the ladies were cheering—myself included. I was thrilled to see that Stuart had been able to control his ejaculation. He was told to come three times and he did just that. Denise applauded his performance by going up to him and slapping his ass and then quickly returning to her seat.

"Rebecca," you're next." I said.

"Okay," she began, looking at me knowingly. 

She picked up one of the glass beakers and stood to Stuart's side holding it in front of his cock. "I would like you to give us one big cumshot," she said to him. 

Rebecca read from the card. "Carolyn owned a pair of velvet gloves..."

She was cut off in mid-sentence as the trigger word sent Stuart's cock into immediate spasms. She held the beaker close to his prick as it unleashed a thick stream of hot sperm. She continued.

"...which she used to keep in a velvet..."

There was a slight pause and then another rope of cum found its way into the beaker.

"purse in her room of velvet."

Stuart groaned as he again fired another huge cumshot into the glass.

Rebecca held the glass beaker high for all to see. It was half full.

"Anybody for a cum cocktail?" she joked.

The audience squealed with delight. Several ribald comments were hurled at Stuart and his "miracle prick," but he I could tell he was having the time of his life. The drug had liberated him and I think for once he actually enjoyed being ordered about by a bunch of women, now that he was no longer hampered by a penis that had continually betrayed him.

Rebecca handed the beaker to Lynette who marveled at the amount of fluid it contained. 

"That was really remarkable," I said to Rebecca. "Thank you. And now, let's move on to Maria."

"This card seems to have special instructions written on it," she said.

"What do the instructions say?" I inquired.

"It says that the subject himself has to provide the trigger word."

This had been a last-minute ploy of mine to invoke a little humor into the experiment. I knew it was a wicked thing to do, but it seemed like it would be so much fun.

"Does the subject understand what is being asked of him?" I asked Stuart.

"Yes, doctor," he replied.

"All right then," I said to Maria, "Proceed."

Maria read from the card. "What do you call a person who derives pleasure from posing naked in public?"

"Stuart thought for a moment and then replied. "Mmm...let's see. Could it be...a voyeur? No, no...an exhibitionist! Oh!"

He had surprised himself. Suddenly his cock did a little dance and then erupted in a series of climaxes that made Maria and the rest of us gape in awe. I realized that she had forgotten to tell him how many times he was supposed to ejaculate, so he just kept shooting sperm all over the place. Rope after rope of gooey cum exploded from his cock-head as the audience screamed with joy. 

Stuart looked at me with a frantic look on his face, unable to control the continuous flow of sperm from his prick. If he had not been previously hypnotized, he would have been able to override the 'cum on command' dictate of his own volition. As it was, he was at the mercy of his hypnotic programming gone wild. He had now ejaculated about a dozen separate times and there was no end in sight. Thankfully, I had implanted a failsafe mental command in his mind to be invoked in an emergency. It would shut down his automatic responses by the implementation of a simple codeword.

"Four...seven...two!" I shouted. 

Suddenly the orgasms ceased, with only one long strand of cum hanging precariously from the tip of his cock remaining as evidence of his penile convulsions. Stuart was greeted by a thunderous applause as he stood there seemingly dazed. Denise rose from her seat to make certain he was in no distress, and seeing that he was not in any discomfort, gave him a kiss and sat down again. Maria looked at me apologetically, knowing she had botched the test. However, since no harm had come to Stuart, and since it was such a marvelously dramatic performance, I withheld my criticism from her.

Once the audience had quieted down, I had Cheryl read from her card.

"It doesn't say anything except 'pole'," she complained.

Like Maria before her, Cheryl had forgotten to specify to Stuart how many times she wished him to ejaculate.

Once again his prick started to fire uncontrollably, much to the immense delight and amusement of the crowd, who were now totally captivated by the amount of sperm they saw flying out of the end of his cock. The floor in front of him was a mess, a huge puddle of whitish goo that was now threatening to spill off the sides of the platform onto the floor. The cum kept spurting from his prick in thick jets, some landing near the women in the first row of seats. They squealed as they shifted their legs back and forth in an effort to dodge the oncoming sperm. At this point I decided to let him continue to ejaculate to see where it would all end. He looked at me for guidance but I simply indicated that he should just let himself go, which he did to everyone's enjoyment. With each spurt the crowd egged him on to even more vivid displays of ejaculatory prowess, watching in awe as his prick kept shooting out ropes of cum at rapid intervals. I think I must have counted about 20 or more ejaculations before the vast reservoirs of cum were finally exhausted. Stuart sank to the floor in a heap; an island in the middle of an ocean of sperm.




EJAX-472: Ch. 02



With this final orgasmic display, Stuart and Denise left the stage amidst a thunderous round of applause. It was difficult for me to believe that the volume of sperm now covering the platform could have come from one man. But the evidence was undeniable. Judging by the look on Denise's face as they left the room, I imagined that their sex life would now take on a new life of its own. 

It took Lynette and her crew about twenty minutes to clean up the mess. During this time I went to the ladies' room and returned to find Bonnie and Rebecca talking together. Bonnie motioned for me to join them.

"That drug of yours is something else sis," she said emphatically. "Are you sure you're not in league with the Devil?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"I was just telling Rebecca that I'd like to get my hands on some of that stuff for Philip."

I looked surprised. "You never mentioned that he had ejaculatory problems."

"He doesn't. I just think it's fun to see a guy cum like that."

"You got to admit Christiana, "Rebecca added, "any guy taking your drug would be the life of the party!"

"Absolutely!" Bonnie agreed. "Sis, you're sitting on a goldmine!"

I eyed them both skeptically. "Are you both suggesting that I should make this drug available over the counter? To any man who wants it?"

"Why not?" Bonnie said. "Guys would kill to have an orgasm like the one we just saw."

"The drug was designed for men who have sexual dysfunctions. It was not meant as a universal panacea for guys who have their hearts set on adult film stardom."

Bonnie pouted. "You're nuts sis, you know that? If I were you, I'd be thinking of ways to advertise and market the stuff. The money you rake in from the sale of the drug could be used to finance your future endeavors. Think about it."

"Bonnie has a point," Rebecca said thoughtfully.

"Hmm...maybe. I'll have to think about it—when I get FDA approval. Meanwhile we have a test to conclude. Rebecca please see that our next subject is prepared."

"Sure thing," she said as she walked out into the outer room.

"Who's up next sis? Bonnie asked.

"This one's a very special case. Don't ask me anything more. Just watch and see."

"Spoil sport," she said as she walked back to her seat.

The special case I was referring to was Adam Hildebrand. As I walked onto the stage I thought back over the past two weeks and how often during that time I had imagined what it would be like to have his beautiful, strong hands caress my body. He was without doubt the most gorgeous man I had ever seen and all the women on my staff were in love with him. The particulars of his case revealed a pathological condition whose remedy appeared dim. Nonetheless, I hade made it my overriding concern to see to it that no stone was left unturned in the quest to find a solution to his problem. As I moved up to the microphone, I told Lynette to wait until after I had spoken before bringing Adam onto the stage.

"Ladies, our next subject will be coming onstage in a few minutes. Before he comes out, I would like to tell you a little about his case." I paused for a moment to clear my throat, then began. "The subject is a white male of 19 years old who has never in his life experienced an erection or an orgasm."

A chorus of low whispers immediately greeted me. 

"His medical records indicate that his reproductive system is healthy with no apparent anomalies. So a pathology based upon physiological causes has proven to be problematical. It is my own contention that the subject suffers from some kind of psychological anomaly heretofore undiagnosed, but I am taking liberties in saying this. The truth is that, up until now, there exists no sufficient evidence to indicate why the subject should not be enjoying a healthy and normal sex life. Since the introduction of EJAX-472 into his system two weeks ago, there has been no indication of any change or variation in status. Electrodes introduced onto the skin of his penis failed to register an erection at any time during the period. His body is now fully saturated with the drug but I am not hopeful of a positive outcome based upon recent observation. Therefore, for this particular case, I am going to need the assistance of those volunteers who possess a great deal of patience and persistence. I am now going to introduce the subject. If any of you would like to volunteer, please come forward. The only thing I ask is that you do not divulge any personal information to the subject about yourselves whatsoever. I mention this restriction because it is integral to the success of the test."

I signaled to Lynette to bring the subject out. Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl had all expressed to me their desire to assist with Adam's test, but he had become acquainted with them during his two-week stay and I wanted to introduce a random element into the mix. It was my belief that, after careful examination of his psychological profile, familiarity bred apathy, and the only way to overcome this mental block was to include women who were totally unknown to him. He insinuated as much to me the first time I ever interviewed him.

"Why do you think you have never had an erection or an ejaculation?" I had asked.

"I don't know."

"Your doctor says that there is nothing physically wrong with you. How do you account for that?"

"I can't."

"You've had several tests."

"Yes."

"And all the results came back normal."

"Yes."

"Well, if it's not physical, it must be psychological. What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"Let's assume that it is psychological. Is there something about women that turns you off?"

"No."

He was emphatic on this point.

"Are you sure there is nothing about women that might cause you to think about them in a negative way?"

"No, I just told you."

"Okay. I want to ask you a series of questions. Please answer honestly. You stated that you have never had an erection?"

"That's right."

"Not even a morning erection?"

"Never."

"Have you ever had wet dreams?"

"Sometimes."

"Have you ever felt the need to masturbate?"

"Yes."

"And did you?"

"I tried a few times but nothing happens. I don't feel anything."

"What were you doing at the time?"

"Looking at dirty books, videos, and stuff."

"Did the images stimulate you?"

"A little. But after I tried a few times nothing happened so I stopped."

"What about real women? Do you get excited thinking about making love to a real woman?"

"It doesn't work that way."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this girl I know likes me and she's really cute but I can't do anything."

"How long have you known her?"

"About two years."

"Do you feel any desire for her?"

"I told you, it's not like that. I like her but I can't make love to her."

"Tell me why?"

"I don't know why."

At this point I knew he was not being honest with me. I could sense he was holding something back that he did not want to reveal.

"So you like this girl, but you can't picture yourself making love to her. Right?"

"Yes."

"Well, there has to be a reason. Is there something about her that you find offensive?"

"No."

"Are you sure?" I mean, does she have body odor or something?"

"No, no...she's really pretty and everything. You know."

"I'm sorry but I don't know. You will have to explain it to me."

"There's nothing to explain."

"Come on Adam, you're not being truthful. What is it about her, or any woman for that matter, that prevents you from becoming sexually aroused?"

I saw the frustration in his eyes as he was forced to confront some terrible hidden secret about himself. In the next few moments he would either dismiss the whole issue or tell me the truth. Being that he had willingly volunteered for my experiment, I guessed he was willing to tell me what was wrong so that his dysfunction could be dealt with. He looked at me intently for a few moments and sighed heavily.

"Doctor Swensen, if I tell you the truth I don't want you to dislike me for it."

"I am not here to judge you Adam. I am here to help you," I said reassuringly.

"Well, you're going to think I'm strange, or maybe even a pervert, but I can't get turned on to girls that I know."

I was uncertain as to what to think of his admission. I had never heard of this type of mental aberration and did not want to make any snap judgments.

"Are you saying that you cannot feel sexual desire for any woman with whom you are familiar?"

"Yes. Am I crazy or what?"

"You're not crazy. Go on."

"That's it. If I know a girl, there's no desire."

"What do you mean by 'know'?" 

"If I know her. You know, like if I know her name, where she lives..."

"Are you telling me that knowing a girl's name is enough to cause you to have no desire for her?" "I guess so...yes."

I paused for a moment to think about this. I had never heard of this particular fetish but I had to bring it out into the open.

"Do you think you would feel desire if the girl was completely anonymous?"

He spoke up with renewed interest. "You mean if I knew nothing about her at all?"

"Yes. For instance, if you were sitting on a park bench somewhere late in the evening and a pretty girl approached you for sex—one whom you did not know—do you think you would feel desire for her?"

"I don't know. It's never happened to me."

"Try to imagine it. A strange woman wants to have sex with you. Would you be turned on?"

I didn't have to wait too long for his reply.

"Maybe...yeah, I think so."

 

It was a rather interesting exercise trying to comprehend his mind-set—one in which total anonymity of the female was the key to sexual fulfillment. He later confessed to me that at one time he did, indeed, have an encounter with a woman in a bar whom he did not know and who had been attracted to him. He recalled that at first meeting her he felt excited and wanted to touch her breasts. But as soon as she told him her name, he lost all interest and walked out of the club. At no time did he have an erection. Now, as he stood quietly in his white lab coat before an audience of strange women, I was going to force him to confront his fetish, and in doing so, hopefully put him on the right course to normal sexual relations.

Lynette removed his lab coat and uncovered a body that drew a collective sigh of admiration from the female onlookers—including myself. What stood before us was a vision of masculine beauty that could only have been fashioned by the hands of the gods. He was not tall, maybe 5' 5" or 5' 6" at best, but his body was perfectly proportioned and the lightly bronzed skin was flawless, with only the slightest hint of tiny blonde hairs on his chest and legs. The delicate and refined features of his face hinted at the feminine, but the illusion was quickly dispelled by the chiseled jaw and deep-set green eyes that sparkled with an almost preternatural intensity as he gazed upon the faces of the anonymous women. It was as if we had been given a special privilege, bestowed upon us by some Renaissance master, to behold this perfect symbol of the artist's creation. As I gazed at the magnificent vision before me, I was reminded of Michelangelo's "David," and felt for a moment that I was standing in a museum rather than in a laboratory.

Recovering from my reverie, I noticed that about thirty women were standing next to Rebecca.

"Okay," I said to the volunteers. "First I want to thank you for volunteering. However, I will need only three of you for this experiment."

There was a general expression of disappointment.

"I'm sorry, but we don't want to overwhelm the man now do we?"

I had no preset criteria for my selection; I simply chose the women who, to me, evoked a smoldering sexuality and possessed a kind of liaise faire attitude about themselves. Knowing Adam as I did, the more innately sexual and anonymous the woman, the greater his likelihood of getting an erection and possible orgasm. 

Of the three women I chose, one was a beautiful black woman about 40 years old, one was a pretty blonde of about 20, and the other an attractive brunette who looked about 25. After warning them once more not to reveal any of their personal information to the subject, I had Lynette set up three chairs at the foot of the stage and asked the three women to sit down. I then had Cheryl escort Adam to where the women were sitting and told him to lay down on his back straddling all three of their laps. At first he looked at me questioningly, but I smiled at him reassuringly just before the grasping hands of the three women pulled him down on top of them.

Adam's head lay in the lap of the black woman, his midsection supported by the blonde woman's lap while his legs rested over the knees of the brunette. The black woman tucked her arm under his neck and raised his face closer to hers. She began by kissing his forehead, then his eyes, nose, and cheeks until she at last placed her lips over his and gave him a long, passionate kiss that made his whole body shudder. Compelled by her unexpected but welcome effort, Adam put one of his hands behind her neck, forcing her downward onto his eager mouth. They remained in this position for several minutes; their lips sealed tightly together, both unwilling to break the connection.

All during this time the audience was completely silent, and not one word had been spoken by either Adam or the participants. The blonde and brunette rubbed his body with long, slow, sensuous movements, their hands caressing and kneading the pristine flesh much as a professional masseuse might do, relishing the tactile pleasure they were experiencing. Intermittently, both women would lower their heads to his body and place light kisses upon it or run their tongues up and down over the delectable flesh, teasing him with their relentless ministrations.

So far, none of the women had touched his genitals, and I was glad they hadn't because it wasn't long before Adam's penis began to respond on its own. The blonde was the first to notice its upward ascent and drew the brunette's attention to it. The two women smiled at each other and gently rubbed their hands through his pubic hair and then over his balls, which were now beginning to swell right before their very eyes. The blonde tapped the black woman's arm causing her to take her lips off Adam's mouth long enough for her to enjoy the sight of his 8-inch cock now sticking straight up into the air.

Without saying a word, the black woman put both her arms around the boy, pulling him closer to her breast, as if she were caressing a baby. Adam responded by rubbing his face into her cleavage, licking the sensitive canyon between her breasts, desperately searching for the soft mounds of flesh only inches from his face. Sensing his urgency, she undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed one of her lovely breasts to him, which he immediately took into his mouth. He sucked on her nipple like a hungry infant, a low, grateful moan escaping from his mouth at intervals.

I was so aroused at this erotic sight, taking place not more that a few feet from where I was standing, that I immediately became aroused. As a result, I was forced to turn my head away from them in order to regain some sense of equilibrium. This was difficult to do because no matter where I looked, all I saw was a host of lustful faces, some of which were already in the throes of orgasm. They were quiet enough about it, but I saw several women with their hands between their legs, furiously pumping away and shuddering in ecstasy. Even Lynette, who normally had no problem retaining her composure under the most trying circumstances, fell under Adam's spell. All during the test, she had progressively inched her way closer to the action, and now stood so close to him that she could reach out and touch him. She watched intently as he sucked passionately on the other woman's breast, and she looked at me with an air of entreaty in her eyes. I knew what she wanted, and as she and Adam had never been introduced, I motioned for her to indulge herself.

Lynette had a face one might call 'cute' rather than beautiful, but I knew her oral skills to be nothing short of sublime, and just as soon as her knees touched the floor, her lovely mouth took Adam's swollen prick deep into her throat, enveloping it in one deft motion. The boy gave out a cry that was quickly stifled as the other black woman thrust her tongue deep into his throat. While the brunette kneaded his balls, the blonde grabbed his cock by the base and started masturbating him in and out of Lynette's mouth. Lynette sucked on the stiff cock as if it were a lollipop, running her tongue up and down its entire length and then fellating the tasty slab of meat until her lips met up with the blonde's fast stroking hand. 

Suddenly, Adam pulled his mouth away and cried out in anguish like that of a wounded animal. He watched in complete amazement as he saw Lynette deliver the final victory blows to his now out of control prick. Her head bobbed up and down so fast that the blonde had to remove her hand as the boy's climax approached. Lynette then grabbed his penis with both hands and jacked him wildly as her lips clamped down around the tip of his shaft. I saw her throat muscles contract as the sperm shot out of his cock in violent spasms, forcing Lynette to swallow quickly.

For a few seconds she held her mouth over the spurting prick only to pull away when she began to gag. Now freed from Lynette's mouth, Adam's cock continued to ejaculate, sending cloudy ropes of cum shooting high into the air above their heads. The blonde immediately went down on him as Lynette continued to stroke his rigid pole, receiving several shots of hot cream in her mouth. She swallowed what she could until the overflow began to drip down her chin, forcing to pull her head away even as another thick blast sailed into the air. The brunette quickly took her place, swallowing six complete loads before removing her lips to receive a final anointment of lust across her face.

What finally broke my concentration was the sound of a single pair of hands clapping, soon followed by a gradual swelling of applause that swept over me like the tumultuous roar of a tidal wave crashing into the shore. As I stood there awash in the midst of this unbridled adulation, I watched as Lynette and the other women helped the dazed and fatigued boy to his feet, treating him as if he were some rare jewel that they were reluctant to have escape from their grasp. Several of the women in the audience approached Adam, admiring him, touching him, feeling themselves blessed to be in the presence of a god. Lynette helped him to put on his robe amidst a host of protestations, defending the young man from the overeager hands of the women who refused to let him go. Finally, it was Rebecca who had the presence of mind to call matters to order.

"Ladies, ladies, please return to your seats," she shouted into the microphone. "The final stage of the experiment is about to begin. Please return to your seats immediately!"

Within several minutes, all the women, including those who had volunteered, had returned to their seats. Lynette's uniform was once again stained with cum, but this time she was in no rush to change clothes. She thanked me for allowing her to participate and then returned to her duties. As Maria and Cheryl escorted Adam out, he turned to me, his face radiant with gratitude.




EJAX-472: Ch. 02



"Thank you, Dr. Swensen. Thank you...thank you..." he kept repeating, overcome with emotion.

"You're going to be fine, Adam," I said cheerfully. "Just fine."

"It was so wonderful, so wonderful," he said smiling. 

I watched as they led the happy but exhausted boy out of the lab. With this last experiment, I finally had my validation. With some refinements, EJAX-472 would soon earn me the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

"What are you thinking about Christiana?" Rebecca said.

"Oh," I replied, startled. "I didn't see you approach."

"That was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. I almost came from watching him."

"It was wonderful wasn't it?"

Rebecca put her hand on my shoulder. "No, you're wonderful. You made that boy experience his first orgasm."

"With the help of EJAX-472 and a little psychoanalysis. Are we ready for the next subject?"

"All set."

"Okay. Let's get to it."

The last subject in the experiment was Barney Cole, a hulking 6' 5" black man with the most cheerful personality I had ever encountered. His natural, easygoing persona seemed invulnerable to pessimism. He was a good-looking man, with sensitive brown eyes that scrunched up every time he laughed. His wife, Janine, on the other hand, was a jaded, blunt, in-your-face kind of woman who seemed to enjoy criticizing her husband every chance she got. She was slightly overweight but rather attractive, her petite 5' 2" frame creating a striking counterpoint to her husband's superior stature. Taken together, they represented the yin and yang of personality types.

Barney, or "Big Barney" as his friends called him, was the kind of person who could laugh at the drop of a hat. While he was at the Clinic, I noticed that everyone whom he came into contact with seemed happier somehow. It was as if he possessed some special kind of magic that allowed him to peer into people's souls so that he could discover what was wrong and then help them alleviate their burdens. Everyone loved him and everyone wanted to be in his company because he made everyone feel important and special. I, myself, had been swayed by his irrepressible charm and warmth, which radiated out from him like sparks of energy from an electric wheel. It was a pity that his cheerful disposition had absolutely no influence on his morose wife who, with her frequent snide remarks, remained a constant thorn in my professional side. It was she who had downplayed the whole experiment from the start; deriding her husband for taking part in an experiment she euphemistically called a "jerkoff contest." What he found to love about her was a mystery to me, but I acted kindly to her in deference to him.

Lynette led Barney out onto the platform and removed his lab coat. We all gasped as he stood there naked before us, his powerful, muscular body and ripped abdomen conveying images of a Mr. America contestant. But the biggest surprise was his penis, which hung halfway down to his knees in its flaccid state. I'm not sure that I, or any woman present, had ever seen anything like it. The corona alone had to be three inches in circumference and the shaft itself was thick and veiny. He turned around for the ladies as he might have done on the runway of a beauty pageant, showing off his tight buttocks and sculpted thighs, and was greeted with howls and applause. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would have the ladies eating out of his hand. I noticed that his wife had not accompanied him onto the platform, preferring to sit in the audience instead. Why she did this, I could not understand.

"Our last test subject is a 34 year old male who suffers from poor ejaculation. The subject reports that up until a year ago, he was able to have normal orgasms accompanied by streaming ejaculate. But now states that his semen merely—as he puts it—"dribbles" out" with little or no pleasurable sensation. His physician has found nothing wrong with his reproductive system and attributes the problem as being coincidental with the subject's age. I have refuted this diagnosis because the subject is far too young and in good health to not experience an energetic ejaculatory response. My own conclusion, after having carefully examined the subject's genitals using ultrasound, is that the vesicles in his urethra have atrophied slightly due to a recent bout with influenza. For some reason I have not been able to determine, the virus had a constricting effect on the urethral walls, thus making urination painful and ejaculation of semen negligible. The subject has been taking oral doses of EJAX-472 for the past two weeks and recent examination of the urethra has shown a marked improvement in urethral wall density and circumference. In fact, the subject's entire reproductive system seems to have been enhanced by use of the drug."

Barney, displaying his obvious pleasure at hearing this news, struck a bodybuilding contest pose by raising his arms above his head and flexing his biceps. The women showed their appreciation by whistling and shouting sexual slurs.

"Some of you may be aware of a method of masturbation called 'milking'. This refers to masturbating the penis at intervals in order to create a buildup of pressure in the testicles, thus producing a more forceful ejaculation. The subject has been repeatedly masturbated for the past six hours using this technique, which I have employed to act as a supplemental aid. The purpose for this experiment is to measure the trajectory and distance of the subject's ejaculation."

Lynette guided Barney downstage center and had him face the audience. The platform was approximately 20 feet wide and the plastic sheeting covering it was marked at every 1-foot interval so that ejaculation distance could be measured. I saw him joking with Lynette and she responded by tickling his stomach, telling him that he was "the man". She then put on the restraining cuffs and locked them in place behind his back. Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl stood in close proximity to him, taking notes, photographs, and otherwise conversing with the jovial giant. When Lynette was finished, Rebecca approached me. 

"Did you get a good look at that cock of his?" she said, wild-eyed. "It's fucking huge!"

"I know," I replied. "It is big."

"Big? It's almost as long as my arm! Can you imagine when he gets a hard-on? It'll be like masturbating a baseball bat!"

"Are you up to it?"

She looked somewhat dubious. "I'm going to give it a try, but you'd better have a few people in reserve."

"Rebecca, you're the best we have. If you can't get him off, I doubt anyone else can." "It's not that Christiana. I just don't think my hands are going to hold out."

I then got an idea. Rebecca saw me smile and asked me to tell her what I was thinking.

"Okay, come on," she said, expectantly.

"You start him off. I'm going to call my sister Bonnie up here to take over from you if you get tired. She may not be as good as you, but she's the next best thing."

"You think she'll do it?"

"Are you kidding? She lives for moments like this."

As Rebecca returned to her station, I called Bonnie up onto the platform and told her what I expected of her. She couldn't contain her excitement.

"This is going to be so much fun, "she exclaimed. "I'll bet he shoots his stuff to the other side of the room!"

"The way he's been milked all day, I wouldn't be surprised. You go and stand next to Rebecca. If she gets tired, I want you to take over. Do whatever you have to do, just get him to cum."

"Remember, these are magic hands," she said waving her fingers in front of my face. "I won't let you down, sis."

I thanked her for her help and watched as she took her place next to Rebecca. Maria and Cheryl stood to Barney's right, casually observing Rebecca's first tentative efforts at stimulating his giant prick. 

"Do you like this Big Barney?" she said as she brought her fist up underneath Barney's cock forcing it to bounce up and down on her hand.

"Feels nice," he replied with eyes closed.

"No, open your eyes," she insisted. "Look at what I'm doing to you."

Barney looked down to see his cock being covered with a thick layer of white lotion. The coolness of the liquid made him shiver.

"I'm sorry," she said. "Would you prefer I rub it on my hands first?"

"If you don't mind."

"I don't mind Big Barney," she cooed. "My God, you have such a long dick." 

Having said that, Rebecca grasped his penis hard and ran her hand up and down the length of it several times in rapid succession.

"Ooo, that feels real good," Barney responded.

"Does your wife ever jerk you off?"

"She don't like it too much."

"That's a pity. I love giving handjobs."

"Umm..." was all Barney managed to reply.

Bonnie looked on beguiled. I could tell she was dying to wrap her hands around Barney's tool. Like Rebecca, she was a practiced masturbator, and I think she recognized the same unique ability in the blonde woman. A look of genuine appreciation came over her face as she watched Rebecca's adroit manipulation of the outsized organ. Rebecca had tried several different methods of masturbating him. Sometimes she would use only one hand, sometimes two. Sometimes she would suck his balls only, letting his prick bounce freely against her cheek. Often, she would stop for a few seconds and step back to see the results of her progress, but not once did she ever take her hands from his body. 

Finally her efforts began to pay off. The huge penis began its inevitable ascent upwards, expanding in length and girth with each stroke of her hand. All of us watched in fascination as her pumping hands brought his cock to full stature—an impressive fifteen inches from base to tip.

"Hey, everybody," she said in a loud voice. "What do you think of this?"

Rebecca waved Barney's now fully erect cock from side to side and the audience went wild.

It was an incredible sight. I had never seen a cock the size of the one Rebecca was now displaying for the amusement of the crowd. It was so thick that she couldn't fit her hand around it, yet she masterfully stroked it to full erection and showed no sign of tiring. 

"Hey Big Barney," Rebecca said, giving his cock two quick strokes and a long pull, "would you like the other girls to join in?"

There was a look of ecstasy on Barney's face as he replied. "Yeah, baby."

Picking up his cue, Rebecca asked Maria to get her dildo ready.

"Would you mind if Maria sticks her dildo up your ass, Barney?"

"She can do anything she wants," he said as if drugged.

Rebecca laughed. "Okay big boy. She's going to lube up your asshole and then insert the dildo. I think you're going to like it."

Maria withdrew a small dildo from her pocket and put some lube on the head of it. She began by rubbing her hands over Barney's ass until she located his butt hole and slowly inserted the plastic piece inside of him. He let out a moan of pleasure as Maria worked the dildo in and out of his ass.

"Oh, that feels great," Barney said.

"Good," Rebecca replied. "Now we're going to have Cheryl rub your big balls around in her hand. How would you like that?"

"Just fine, just fine," he said dreamily.

Standing opposite Rebecca, Cheryl reached over and cupped Barney's testicles in the palm of her hand and squeezed gently. "Jesus," the girl remarked, "they're so heavy!"

"Probably all filled up with sperm, right Barney?" Rebecca asked.

"Yeah," he replied softly.

The three women worked on him for several minutes until Rebecca broke the silence.

"Boy you're really getting stiff now," she said. "Look at yourself!"

Barney looked down at his penis. It was massive: a living, black monstrosity that, because of its weight, could only raise itself parallel to the floor. Rebecca continued to stroke his cock with a slow, rhythmical cadence, trying to pace herself for when she would have to call upon all her strength to bring him off in the final moments. 

"You have beautiful hands," he said to her.

"Thank you Barney, " she replied, never missing a stroke.

"Your nails are beautiful too. I like that nice pink color. So damn sexy."

"I put it on just for you," she said with a mischievous smile.

Sensing that Barney was enjoying this banter, Rebecca decided to indulge him by asking Bonnie to join in the conversation.

"So, Bonnie," Rebecca said. "What do you think of this fine penis?"

"It's fucking big," she replied bluntly.

"Really fucking big," Rebecca agreed. "Tell us Barney, how many times a day do you jerk off?"

"Two, sometimes three times a day."

"Really? How come you do it so much?"

"'Cause my wife don't give it up enough."

"What's wrong with her?" Rebecca said, feigning annoyance. "Any woman would be thrilled to sit on this big fuck stick."

Bonnie agreed. "I'd like to fuck you right now, you big, beautiful, black son of a bitch."

Barney let out a big laugh. "I do like your style girl!"

"How do you like this Barney?" Rebecca said with a grin, as she jerked her hand up and down his penis with lightning quick bursts.

"Oh, shit! That's great!"

Even without direct amplification, the acoustics in the lab were superb, and every sound coming from the stage was completely audible. Being able to view Barney's sensuous masturbation was erotic enough, but to able to hear every bit of lustful dialogue was an added treat to the crowd of women anxiously awaiting the culmination of all this sexual activity. 

I could see that Bonnie was becoming impatient to get her hands on Barney. Rebecca must have noticed this too, because she let go of his prick, allowing it to swing to and fro on its own while she put more lotion on her hands.

"Wanna help me?" she asked Bonnie.

Bonnie nodded and held out her hands to Rebecca, who squeezed a giant dollop of hand cream in Bonnie's palms. 

"How are you doing, Maria?" Rebecca asked.

"He's loving it," she replied as she rhythmically plied the dildo in and out of his ass.

Cheryl, who was now tugging on his sac by pulling the taut skin straight down and then releasing it, suddenly said, "You should see this."

All the women stared at Barney's testicles at once. What had previously appeared to be a large, but rather normal-sized scrotum, had now doubled in size as a result of their handiwork.

"Oh my!" Rebecca said to Barney, "do you know how big your balls are?"

"It looks like they're gonna burst!" shouted a woman from the audience. Everyone laughed. I couldn't be sure, but I thought it was Michelle.

"Well, we're going to have to do something about this, don't you think Bonnie?"

"Absolutely," my sister said, eager to participate.

"Anytime you're ready," Rebecca said.

Bonnie wasted no time in wrapping both her hands around Barney's cock just above Rebecca's stroking hands. Together they masturbated him in unison: four lovely hands traversing the entire length of his cock in one fluid, synchronized movement. I couldn't take my eyes off them. Up and down, up and down they went, their hands like two well-oiled pistons, pulling and tugging with incessant determination on the ridiculously cum-swollen shaft. I looked at Maria and Cheryl, who were both totally absorbed in their tasks, the two girls working in tandem with Rebecca and Bonnie as if possessed of one mind and one will.

A nervous anticipation filled the air, as though something greater than what we had witnessed previously was soon to commence. It wasn't something I could explain logically. It was more of an intuition or a premonition of something wonderful about to happen. As I watched the four women using their feminine talents to arouse the handsome, black Hercules, I found myself finally giving in to my desire. I didn't mean for it to happen, nor did I want it to happen, but it did. Along with the pleasure I was deriving from seeing the women's combined efforts in bringing Barney to orgasm, I began to picture myself holding his huge cock in my hands, knowing that with each successive stroke I, too, could partake in this sexual victory. As a result, I moved my body ever so closer to him until I heard a multitude of voices rise up behind me all screaming the same thing. "Jerk it! Jerk it!" 

At that moment I saw Barney's body go completely rigid, his powerful frame frozen like an ancient Olympic athlete in bas-relief. Only his eyes followed my movements, and I had a feeling he knew what was about to happen. Seeing me come closer to him, he stuck his tongue out at me suggestively, his chest rising and falling in tempo with the relentless attack on his cock. Rebecca paid me no attention. All her concentration was devoted to the task at hand and she was giving it everything she had. It was Bonnie who noticed the look of desire on my face and quickly reached out for my hand.

"Do it sis, come on, do it!"

Against my better judgment, I allowed her to take my hands and put them on Barney's cock. Any misgivings I had quickly melted away as I watched my hands join theirs in Barney's mutual masturbation. It was an exhilarating feeling watching three sets of hands working his massive, black tool. Cheryl and Maria both expressed complete surprise at my unexpected action, but said nothing, preferring instead to watch my hands fly up and down the huge prick that was now almost ready to erupt.

The response from the women in the audience to my participation in the experiment was overwhelming. They seemed to be chanting all at once now—a deafening roar of female voices all insisting that we bring this man to orgasm. Barney looked at me with a face bathed in the glow of pure ecstasy. I followed his gaze as his eyes focused on the audience, and I saw his wife standing near the front row of seats chanting right along with the rest of the women. Caught up in the vivid spectacle of seeing her husband being masturbated by five women proved too much for her. All she could do was stand and scream right along with the rest of the audience as she urged him to let himself go. It was the first time I had seen the woman show any real passion.

I looked down at Barney's balls and was astonished at how engorged they had become. I put my other hand under his sac and could actually feel the onrush of sperm—the first telltale signs of impending orgasm.

"Oh yes!" Rebecca screamed. "Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!"

Bonnie and I were forced to increase our tempo, as Rebecca's hands flew over his climaxing cock. 

"Oh Christ!" Barney shouted. "I think I'm gonna fuckin' cum!"

He barely had time to get the words out when he fired off one unbelievably long rope of sperm that flew out over the platform, cleared the edge of the stage, and landed far back into the middle row of seats. I actually saw the pearly blast miss his wife's face by inches—her response was an astonished "Sweet Jesus!" as the gooey ejaculate splashed into the spectators behind her. The entire audience had jumped up from their chairs at having witnessed the incredible cumshot, and suddenly the place erupted with tumultuous applause. I, myself, was so awestruck at seeing how far his sperm had traveled that I absent-mindedly took my hand away from his cock. Bonnie and Rebecca, being the skilled professionals they were, paid no attention to my hands' absence, and continued to expertly finish him off.

The cum spurted from his cock in torrents, huge creamy waves of sperm shooting so high into the air that the lighting fixtures above our heads were dripping with white paste. We watched as several shots traversed the periphery of the stage, ending up decorating legs, hair, pocketbooks, and whatever else was in its way, with a thick coating of sperm. Bonnie and Rebecca continued to masturbate him, reacting with shouts of laughter and disbelief at the amount of cum they were coaxing out of his huge prick. Suddenly, Rebecca looked at Bonnie and winked. I recognized that evil glint in her eye and I knew she was going to do something wild. Sure enough, moments later I watched as she quickly stuck one of her hands in front of Barney's prick and held it there.




EJAX-472: Ch. 03



There must have been over 300 people packed into that room and I struggled to secure an unobstructed position for myself amidst the self-absorbed, rowdy group. I noticed with some consternation that most of these women had been drinking and didn't seem to care one bit as they bumped into me, other people, and various pieces of furniture in their attempt to get a clear view of the screen. As I slowly maneuvered my way across the room, I had to fight to maintain my balance at every step, even to the point of rudely grabbing onto various pieces of human anatomy along the way. Finally, just as I was about to lose my balance, a hand reached out to me and pulled me forward into a small vestibule out of harm's way. I literally fell into the woman's arms.

"Christiana, are you okay?"

I looked up into Michelle's smiling face. "Oh, it's you! Yes, I think so. What the hell is going on here?"

"Take a look for yourself."

Michelle pointed toward the screen behind me. I turned completely around and my jaw dropped. There in full color, and taking up the entire area of the screen, was Barney's enormous black cock. And on it were three sets of stroking hands, one of them mine.

"I can't believe this!" I said. "How the hell did this video get out?"

"I think you'd better ask your sister," Michelle replied. "If you can get to her."

I followed her gaze to the far side of the room. There was Bonnie, standing next to Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl, oblivious to everything except what was unfolding on the screen before her. There was no way I could possibly work my way over to them. I felt betrayed. I had entrusted Rebecca with the care of the video and she had given a copy to Bonnie in defiance of my orders.

"Rebecca had no right to give that video to my sister. When I get my hands on them I'm going to wring both their necks!"

"Calm down, Christiana," Michelle said. "I'm sure she didn't mean anything by it. It's all in fun. Enjoy it."

"Calm down?" I replied, angrily. "This is my experiment! It was not meant to be a form of amusement for a bunch of drunken women!"

Michelle didn't even look at me. She just kept staring at the screen seemingly oblivious to my comments.

"Look, Christiana! There you are!"

For an instant I didn't recognize the leering, half-crazed woman on the screen, but there I was, alongside both Bonnie and Rebecca, our hands encircling the massive tool that was Barney's cock, itself on the verge of imminent orgasm.

"I'm not supposed to be in the video," I said, shaking my head. "They were supposed to edit me out."

Michelle couldn't take her eyes off the screen.

"I think it's great," she said smiling. "You can see everything close up. God, he's big."

The thick slab of black meat filled up the screen, only moments away from relinquishing its heavy load.

"Did you hear what I said Michelle?" I shouted, trying to be heard over the noise.

"What are you worrying about?" she replied. "You and I are the only two doctors here. The rest of these people are Bonnie's friends. It's a private showing. Relax!"

Slowly overcoming my initial resentment, I began to realize that Rebecca would never do anything to intentionally hurt me. Coupled with the fact that this was indeed a private screening and that no one in the room knew who I was besides my own sister and my friends, I felt my anger somewhat assuaged. There was no doubt about the prurient value of the video, and this is what drew Bonnie's interest to it. It was her birthday and she simply saw the video as a form of entertainment that she could not do without. The thing that really bothered me was the fact that she didn't feel comfortable enough to ask me for the video directly, preferring instead to circumvent my authority and work her persuasive charms on my softhearted friend.

"Oh fuck," the sweating image of Barney shouted. "I'm gonna cum!"

It was strange witnessing Barney's climax from the vantage point of the camerawoman on the opposite side of the stage from where I had stood. She had pulled the camera back at the moment of his first spurt and was able to capture the immense eruption of sperm as it shot out of his cock and into the audience. I was thrilled to see that the camera caught Barney's wife's reaction as the creamy rope of cum shot past her—hearing her exclaim for the second time, "sweet Jesus," as the pearly white blast whizzed by her at lightning speed, traveling some 20 feet or so before splashing into the women seated in the middle row of chairs. The women around me reacted with joy as they witnessed the voluminous display of white cream that followed, ejaculations unsurpassed for their volume and distance traveled.

Spurt after spurt followed one after the other: the camera at one point focusing upon my reaction of incredulity at the unceasing cascade of white. Rebecca's pretty, but determined face sprang into view as she assiduously milked Barney's huge tool. And then Bonnie's laughing face moved into the frame as she held up her hands to the camera, her long, delicate fingers dripping with Barney's thick white cum. Most men's orgasms normally lasted only several seconds, but Barney's ejaculations continued for well over one minute—an astonishing feat that earned the admiration of the women in the room and served as a testimony to the efficacy of my fertility drug. At one point the camera panned to Barney's face, his eyes shut tight, his forehead dripping with sweat. Then it was over. The last scene showed Bonnie and Rebecca laughing and playing with the long, gooey strands of cum as Maria, Lynette, and Cheryl helped the exhausted black man off the stage.

There was a tremendous round of applause at the culmination of the video and the women started to move off into other areas of the house, most seeming to gravitate toward the patio, commentating excitedly about the video they had just seen.

Michelle was elated. "I was there and it was amazing. But seeing it on video is even more spectacular. Don't tell me you're still mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. Just a little disappointed that my sister didn't come to me for my approval."

"Maybe she just wanted to surprise you. You know how Bonnie is."

I stood there with a dour expression on my face.

"Oh, come on Christiana. Smile! It's Bonnie's birthday. Let's say hello."

Michelle and I walked toward the other end of the room where the girls stood. Upon seeing me, Bonnie rushed over to me and threw her arms around me, giving me a big hug and a kiss. She was a little tipsy but not drunk.

"My little sister, the big, big, doctor who makes big, big money making big, big, erections! How come you're so late sis?"

"I overslept. I'm sorry."

I reached into my purse and withdrew a small gift box.

"Happy birthday Bonnie," I said, placing the small object into her hand.

"Thanks sis," she said cheerily. "That was very thoughtful of you."

"I see you got your hands on my video," I said flatly.

"Don't blame her," Rebecca interjected. "It was my fault Christiana. Blame me."

"I blame both of you," I replied. "This is an educational video, not a porn movie."

"Bonnie wanted to surprise you," Cheryl said, trying to be diplomatic.

Michelle looked at me knowingly. "I told you," she said.

"Well, seeing it is your birthday, and seeing no harm was done, I'll let it go. But in the future, if you want anything from me, ask me first, okay?"

"I promise, sis. Anything you say," Bonnie replied with mock contriteness.

Maria offered me a glass of champagne. "Drink up, boss. It's time to celebrate."

I took the glass in my hand and took a leisurely sip. I knew it was useless trying to get through to these women, all of whom had been drinking for several hours before I had arrived and who were now acting completely uninhibited. I would have to let it go for now and confront this issue at a later date when they were in a more rational state of mind. But I was determined not to let the lesson go unlearned.

I turned to Bonnie. "I guess my first question would be: where are all the men?"

She looked at me nonplussed. "Oh, them. They'll be here in a little while."

"And Philip?"

"Him too."

I could tell by her evasive attitude that she was hiding something from me.

"Okay, Bonnie, what's going on?"

She leaned toward me to whisper into my ear. "It's a surprise. I can't tell you anything more. You're gonna love it!"

Her mischievous grin alerted me that something was up. In Bonnie's case, that could mean anything. Without further explanation, she walked out toward the patio with my three friends in tow.

"You're sister is something else," Michelle noted wryly.

I nodded in silent agreement.

Michelle and I found seats at a table on the patio and spent the next half hour talking shop. It was a pleasant day, the late afternoon sun beginning to cast long shadows on the lawn around us. The champagne was beginning to take its effect on me and I was beginning to relax and enjoy the festivities.

"I don't mind telling you this Christiana," Michelle began, "but that tape really turned me on."

Her face took on a radiant glow as she recounted for me the scenes I had missed.

"I'm not surprised. That experiment had the same effect on a lot of women, including myself."

We both laughed.

"I'll bet you were shocked when you saw me, miss goody two-shoes, masturbate that little punk Luis!"

"I couldn't believe it. What made you do it?"

"I don't know. Call it temporary insanity or maybe I was just overcome with lust. All I knew was that I had to wrap my hands around that fat penis of his and make him cum."

Her eyes twinkled as she recalled the experience.

"You always seemed to me to be so demure and unassuming, so when you grabbed Luis' prick out of Cheryl's hands I nearly had a fit."

Michelle grinned. "Let me tell you, I took a lot of ribbing from some of our colleagues about that incident. Personally, I think they're jealous."

"Probably."

Michelle lingered over her drink, looking pensive. "What do you think Bonnie has planned?"

"Hard to say, but knowing her as I do, the video was just the tip of the iceberg."

As soon as most of the women had been seated, Bonnie gave instructions to one of her attendants to bring out the food. In short order, 30 men or so filed out of the back door of the house dressed in nothing more than a black bikini, a black vest, and a black bow tie. Each one was carrying a tray containing bowls of mixed salad and assorted bottles of salad dressing.

The first thing I noticed was that all of the men were rather young, muscular, and tanned. The crowd expressed their appreciation of the sight by whistling at the men and making overtly sexual gestures and comments. The men, in turn, smiled good-naturedly as they stepped gingerly on the hot cement, trying to maintain their balance as they made their way to the various tables. I found the sight highly amusing.

"Nice, Bonnie," Rebecca said, eyeing the attractive male specimens. "Very nice."

"I aim to satisfy all appetites," she replied lazily.

"He's cute," Cheryl remarked, as a tall, blonde, boy came toward our table.

Bonnie looked straight at me as if waiting for a response. "Well, sis? What do you think?"

"Cheryl's right. He is cute."

"No. I mean, what do you think about my party?"

"I've never seen anything like it, and I'm sure I'll never see anything like it again."

Michelle laughed. "Leave it to you Bonnie. You're a true sensualist."

As the waiter approached, Maria and Cheryl playfully nudged each other as we all got a closer look at his body. I noticed that he had a sizeable bulge in his shorts and this was not lost on my two lascivious-minded assistants. They giggled like schoolgirls as the young man went around the table placing separate bowls of salad in front of each of us, his ample package only inches from our faces. After placing all the bowls on the table, he then began putting the assorted bottles of dressing in a large circular turnstile that was fitted into the table itself. I knew he was aware of the appreciative looks he was getting from Cheryl and Bonnie noticed it too. Bonnie gave him a wink and he nodded. Instinctively, I knew this non-verbal form of communication was only a prelude to something that she had previously planned: something only my sister's perverted imagination was capable of.

"What kind of salad dressings do we have here, waiter?" Bonnie inquired.

"Well, ma'm, we have Italian, French, Russian, Blue Cheese, Thousand Islands, Ranch, and Vinaigrette."

The young man bit his lower lip nervously, as if in anticipation of a task he was reluctant to undertake.

"Is that all we have?"

"No, ma'm," he replied slowly, as if trying to force the words out. "We also have something we call the 'house' dressing."

"Why isn't this 'house' dressing on the menu?"

"It's a special order ma'm."

"A special order?"

"Yes, per instructions of the lady of the house."

Bonnie looked him straight in the eye.

"I am the lady of the house."

"Of course, ma'm," the boy replied feebly.

Bonnie seemed to find satisfaction in his discomfort.

"What does this 'house' dressing consist of?"

A puzzled look came over the waiter's face.

"I thought you knew, ma'm."

"I'm asking you!" she said sharply.

"Bonnie, why are you driving this poor guy crazy?" Michelle interrupted. "Let him get back to his work for heaven's sake."

"Not until he answers my question."

"Oh, come on," I said. "What the hell is so important about this special dressing anyway?"

Even as I said those words I had a gut feeling that I was somehow playing right into my sister's hands. When she started to fidget with her hair, I knew something was up. Little did the other women at our table realize at that time, but all of us were part of an elaborate game that my wicked sister had concocted at the time plans for her birthday had been made. I felt bad for the boy and I was almost ready to tip her hand. But seeing that I had already hurt her feelings once this day, I decided the best thing to do would be to play along with her little game.

"That's a good question, sis. Answer her," she ordered the boy.

"Well," he began timidly, "the 'house' dressing is made up of balsamic vinegar and cold-pressed virgin olive oil. It also contains a little black pepper, oregano, and Romano cheese."

"That's it?" Bonnie asked.

"No, ma'm," he said. "There's one more ingredient."

"And what would that be?"

For an instant it appeared that he was going to walk away from us. I could tell he was ill at ease from being preoccupied with something he did not wish to confront.

"Well?" Bonnie demanded. "What is the other ingredient?"

He drew a long breath and looked down at the ground. "Sperm, ma'm."

We all broke out into a simultaneous fit of laughter. Even Bonnie lost her pseudo-stern demeanor for a few moments.

"Did I hear you right?" Bonnie asked. "Did you say sperm?"

"Yes, ma'm," he replied, his face turning a deep crimson.

"I see," she said. "Tell me, how do you prepare it? Do you freeze-dry the stuff or do you jerk off into the bottles?"

I almost thought my sister was going to break out in hysterics, especially after the rest of us exploded with laughter at her funny comment. But she managed to restrain herself as she and the boy acted out their preconceived scenario. I think our laughter served to make the young man feel a bit more relaxed, seeing that he had pleased his mistress.

"Oh no, ma'm, nothing like that," he assured her.

"Well then, how is it done?"

"Well ma'm," he stammered, "the sperm has to be fresh you see, and..."

"I think I get the idea," Michelle said interrupting him.

By this time the women at the table next to us were completely absorbed in our conversation with the young man. Bonnie was aware of it too and spoke louder to make sure everyone could hear what she was saying.

"Fresh?" she inquired. "As in fresh from the tap?"

I almost choked on my drink.

"Yes, ma'm," the embarrassed boy replied.

"I would like you to show all of us how it's prepared."

"Right now?" he asked, abashed.

"Right now."

He looked at each one of us in turn, noting with increasing dismay our expressions of anticipation.

"As you wish, m'am," he said, surrendering to Bonnie's authority.

Cheryl couldn't seem to take her eyes off the boy. It was apparent to all of us that she was lusting after him, and she made no effort to disguise her feelings. Seeing this, Bonnie decided to include the raven-haired beauty in her impromptu performance.

"My friend Cheryl likes 'house' dressing, don't you Cheryl?"

Cheryl was caught off guard by Bonnie's remark. Unsure of how to answer the question, she simply giggled her response. "If you say so Bonnie."

"If I say so?" Bonnie asked surprised. "Don't you have a mind of your own?"

Giving in to her lust, the young girl looked at the waiter and said boldly, "I would like some 'house' dressing please."

"Oh, this is too much!" Maria said jokingly. "You are one nasty girl!"

Bonnie was delighted. She ordered the boy to walk over to Cheryl and stand between her and Maria.

"What are you going to force this poor young man to do Bonnie?" Michelle asked.

Bonnie simply smiled. I noticed that the women from the other table had given us their undivided attention, ignoring their own salads in the process.

"You may proceed," Bonnie said to the waiter.

"Ma'm I..." the boy said, his voice faltering.

I don't know if his response was a part of the act or not, but Bonnie simply gave him an intent stare, and without another word he began to take down his shorts.

"Is this really necessary?" Michelle asked, feeling embarrassed for the boy.

Bonnie shot her a look that said 'shut the fuck up please and don't ruin my birthday'. Michelle took a sip of her martini and said nothing more.

The boy proceeded to pour the vinaigrette dressing on top of Cheryl's salad. His penis, now exposed to all of us, was semi-erect and only inches from Cheryl's face. She and Maria giggled at the sight of it but I could tell she was turned on.

At Bonnie's command he began stroking his cock using a small amount of olive oil for lubrication. Cheryl pulled her chair back slightly to watch his masturbation, making sure not to block Maria's view. In a matter of seconds his cock grew to its full length of about nine inches. It was actually quite beautiful to behold.

"She likes her salad dressing thick and creamy!" shouted a 30-ish looking woman from the table opposite ours. The entire table, including ours, burst out in gales of laughter.

I don't know if all this female attention and good-natured ridicule was serving to act as a sexual inducement for the boy or not. It certainly did not seem to deter his assiduous stroking of his cock, which was now fully hard and distended. I could tell that Cheryl was enjoying the sight immensely. She and Maria made lewd comments about his masturbatory technique, encouraging him with statements like, "stroke that beautiful cock," and "we want you to shoot it for us baby." He, in turn, reacted with outright enthusiasm as their verbal assaults led him to ever more impressive displays of hand to penis coordination.

Both Michelle and I sat there similarly beguiled, observing his performance with detached interest. Rebecca, on the other hand, had put her right hand between her legs and was now fingering herself under the table. She, like the rest of us, kept her eyes on his massive cock from whose slit the first tiny bead of pre-cum was just beginning to form. It seemed to me that she was waiting to time her own release at the moment of his ejaculation. Bonnie noticed Rebecca's hand movements and smiled with satisfaction. My sister was in complete control and she loved every minute of it.




EJAX-472: Ch. 03



"Make sure you shoot your load into the bowl, er... what's your name?"

"Craig, ma'm," he replied between gasps.

"I don't want any of your stuff splashing on the table or on any of us, Craig. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'm."

Watching this handsome young man masturbate himself in front of all of us was beginning to take its toll on Cheryl. She had always been a physical, hands-on kind of girl and I knew she was finding it difficult to simply look and not touch. Eventually, her libido got the best of her and she put her hand to his thigh, rubbing him up and down very slowly and sensually. Craig's entire body shuddered at the unexpected but welcome intrusion, his breathing becoming labored.

"Would you like me to rub your balls Craig?" Cheryl asked with a seductive smile.

"Yes, m'am," he said excitedly. "That would be really nice."

She looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and gave a sullen pout as her right hand slipped under his heavy, sperm-swollen sac.

"Oh..." he moaned, as she gently rubbed his two balls in her hand.

Bonnie was grinning ear to ear.

As my attention had been focused upon the erotic scene before me, I did not immediately notice the arrival of two young blonde girls who came bounding out of the house laughing and shouting. They had stopped a few feet to the left of me before I noticed them with my peripheral vision. The girls were about 18 years of age, the twin daughters of the wife of Bonnie's previous husband, Gustav. Both of them were around 5' 6'' in height and svelte, with cute little freckled noses and deep blue eyes. Their names were Alice and Patti Ann and they were visiting Bonnie on their vacation from school. Both were dressed in matching sexy pink bikinis that reminded me very much of two similar-looking celebrity twins I had seen on television.

I had met these girls several times before and I never liked either of them very much. 'Bitch' was the word that first came to mind when I laid my eyes on these two but Bonnie took an interest in them straight away. It made sense. They were very much like my sister when she herself was their age and I think she took the two girls under her wing as a mentor might do with a promising protégé.

At first, the girls stood motionless and open-mouthed as they watched Cheryl play with Craig's cock. Then they started chuckling as their initial shock gave way to nervous excitement.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Bonnie asked the twins.

"Playing video games in the den," Patti Ann replied, unable to tear her gaze away from Craig. "What's going on?"

"Do I have to explain?" Bonnie asked perfunctorily.

Alice looked at her sister and said teasingly, "As if you've never seen this before!"

"Oh, shut up you little slut," Patti Ann said to her sister.

"Stop it." Bonnie ordered. "Have you two lost your manners? Say hello to Christiana and everyone."

After all of us had exchanged greetings, the twins resumed arguing with each other.

"I am not a slut by the way," Alice said to her sister.

"You're the biggest slut I know," Patti Ann said harshly.

"Come on ladies," Bonnie said interrupting them. "Cheryl has asked for the 'house' dressing and Craig has graciously obliged her. Now, you can either stay and watch, or leave. Just don't interrupt."

Despite my sister's seeming nonchalance and cavalier approach to life, she could be a stern taskmaster when she felt the reins being forced from her hands. She would not abrogate control to anyone, not to Philip, not to me, and especially not to these two harpies. The girls could not help but respect her for this, and they called a truce, finding greater pleasure in the lascivious scene taking place right before their eyes than in their mutual antagonism toward each other.

Bonnie ordered the attendant to bring two extra folding chairs for the girls and, putting their quarrel aside for the moment, they sat side by side at our table watching as Craig brought himself closer to orgasm. Although he seemed a little nervous at the intrusion of the two argumentative vixens, he dutifully carried out Bonnie's directive and continued stroking his long, thick tool with a deliberate and rhythmical cadence, relishing in the feel of Cheryl's delicate hand as she lovingly caressed his testicles.

"I would like to see some sperm soon." Bonnie demanded of the boy.

"Yes, m'am," Craig replied in an obedient tone.

After several minutes had passed, it became apparent to everyone that he was taking too long to cum. Sensing his difficulty, Cheryl rubbed some olive oil in her palms and started to masturbate him herself. The twins snickered.

"How's that baby?" Cheryl said to boy.

His eyes rolled back in his head.

"Great!" was all he managed to reply.

I looked over at Rebecca. By this time her legs were spread wide open and two fingers of her right hand were pushing in and out her slit with increased vigor. She hardly noticed or cared about the other people around her with the exception of Craig. She watched with anticipation as Cheryl's hand flew up and down Craig's greasy pole with ever increasing speed, her face reflecting her own sense of urgency within.

"Bring him off already damn it!" Rebecca said to Cheryl. "And get that bowl ready!"

By this time any normal man would have shot his load. But for some reason Craig seemed to be having difficulty. Despite Cheryl's marvelous handjob, the sperm refused to fly.

"Oh, what I wouldn't give for some EJAX-472 right now!" Bonnie blurted out. "Come on boy," she said to Craig. "All the ladies want to watch you cum. What's the problem?"

"Did you ever think that he might be a little bit nervous?" Cheryl replied between strokes.

"He's doing fine, Bonnie," I said, coming to the boy's aid. "Just give him a little more time."

Rebecca hands were pumping furiously now. Her face was flushed and I knew it wouldn't be long before she would have an orgasm—most likely before the boy did.

"I wanna see you shoot your fucking load all over my face!" she cried.

Michelle laughed.

"Yeah, why don't you aim it right in her mouth," she said to Craig.

"Rebecca loves the taste of cum don't you, you wanton slut?" Bonnie remarked. "But I want you to shoot your sperm into the salad bowl," she said to Craig. "Can you do that?"

"I'm trying ma'm," the boy replied shamefaced, as Cheryl tried frantically to release his store of pent-up sperm.

During this time the twins had been talking softly to each other as if planning something. Suddenly, Alice got up and walked over to Bonnie and whispered something in her ear. Bonnie must have liked what she heard because Alice then walked over to Craig and slapped him right across the face. Patti Ann followed her sister's actions and removed Cheryl's hand from Craig's glistening penis and kneed him in the balls, causing the boy to fall to the floor in pain. We, as well as the other women at the next table, reacted with shock.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Cheryl screamed at the twins.

"It's all right, Cheryl," Bonnie said calmly. "Let it go."

Cheryl looked at me for support.

"Bonnie, what's going on?" I asked, seeking some justification for the twin's violent behavior.

"Don't worry sis. Nobody do anything. Just watch."

I knew better than to interrupt further, realizing that what we were seeing was none other than one of Bonnie's magnificent spectacles that she had staged many times before. Rebecca, however, did not appreciate the interruption. Whatever sexual excitement her self-pleasuring had given her had come to an abrupt halt with the cessation of Craig's masturbation. She groaned loudly and laid her head upon the table looking completely frustrated.

Alice grabbed Craig by his hair and pulled him up to a kneeling position. Patti Ann stood behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders.

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Alice shouted at the startled young man. "You're a big disappointment to your mistress."

"I know miss. I...I'm sorry miss," the boy stammered.

Patti Ann dug her nails into his shoulders.

"A servant who can't cum when his mistress commands him to is useless!"

"Yes, useless!" Alice barked. "I think some form of punishment is in order, don't you Patti Ann?"

"Absolutely!" the girl agreed.

It was highly amusing to see these two girls, who had previously been at each other's throats, act their part in this production with such welcome cooperation. No one other than Bonnie and myself knew that the whole thing was just an act: that Craig and the twins were merely performing for Bonnie's birthday and that the entire event had been staged. The actors threw themselves into their roles with gusto, and it was a thrill for me to see my friends witness this unique performance totally oblivious to the fact that it was all a sham.

Alice looked down upon Craig and sneered.

"Get up!" she commanded.

The young man slowly got to his feet, cradling his genitals.

"What form of punishment does the mistress wish to inflict upon this creature?"

"Since this was his first offence and since it was a minor one," Bonnie began, "I think we should punish him with a spanking."

"Oh, come on Bonnie," Michelle intervened. "Are you serious?"

Bonnie eyed my colleague warily. "Don't interfere Michelle," she warned.

"You're not going to really have them spank him are you?" Cheryl asked my sister.

"I most certainly am," Bonnie replied. "Girls," she said turning to the twins, "give him what for."

Rebecca, although not in on the joke, seemed to accept the soon to be occurring spectacle with silent aplomb. Frustrated in her desires to achieve sexual climax, she just lay back in her lounge chair with a dreamy look on her face, as if she were in the process of recharging her sexual batteries for some future opportunity.

The twins placed two chairs side by side and ordered Craig to await their instructions. I thought it was hilarious that he should continue to hide his genitals behind his cupped hands after recently jerking off in front of us. But I think this was done more for the sake of the act than anything else.

"Ladies," Alice began, as she addressed the women at the nearby tables, "this man is going to get a spanking for disobeying his mistress. You are all invited to watch."

Alice and Patti Ann seated themselves and ordered Craig to lie down on his stomach, straddling both of them. Alice held him firmly by the hair as Patti Ann got ready to administer the punishment.

"How many whacks should he get mistress?" Patti Ann inquired.

Bonnie thought quickly. "I think ten slaps on his buttocks should suffice." "Yes, mistress," the girl replied.

Seeing that the twins were really serious about spanking the young man, several women from the other tables came closer to witness the event. Bonnie looked at me and winked, conveying in that subtle gesture that everything was proceeding as planned.

"Are you ready for your punishment?" Alice asked Craig.

"Yes, miss," he replied in a contrite tone.

"Here we go," Patti Ann sang.

The whole thing may have been an act, but a casual observer might not have thought so from witnessing the enthusiasm shown by Patti Ann as she delivered the first slap to Craig's bottom. She raised her hand high in the air and brought it down upon his rear end with some measure of force. I don't think Craig was anticipating such pain delivered by the hands of such a small girl, and the look of surprise on his face was priceless. Patti Ann kept her blows well paced, about several seconds apart, in order for the victim and the onlookers to absorb the full measure of his distress. I had to admit that his buttocks were singularly muscular and beautifully shaped—a fact not wasted on the twins who had to suppress giggling from time to time in between slaps. He cried out in pain a few times, but for the most part endured the beating with silence. I could tell that Patti Ann was enjoying her role as disciplinarian, relishing each crack on Craig's bottom with sensuous delight.

Halfway through Craig's punishment, his buttocks became a rosy red in color, leading Bonnie to comment, "That's it Patti Ann, make each one count!" To which Patti Ann responded by hitting the hapless lad even harder.

The dozen or so women from the other tables stood around us admiring Patti Ann's precisely timed strikes, chastising Craig for his disobedience to his mistress while applauding the twins for their disciplinary skills. I found this impromptu vignette highly entertaining, and soon found myself cheering the two little vixens on as they delivered the final strokes to Craig's naked buttocks.

After Patti Ann had given him the tenth and final whack, she and her sister ordered Craig to his feet. The punishment was over.

"Now Craig," Bonnie began, "I expect you to..."

Bonnie stopped talking as Craig now stood before us sporting an immense erection, no doubt induced by the physical punishment he had just received.

"What's that?" my sister asked the young man.

"I got an erection ma'm," Craig said sheepishly. "I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry young man," Bonnie said. "You still owe Cheryl her 'house' dressing, don't you?"

The twins giggled.

"Yes, ma'm."

Bonnie looked at Alice and Patti Ann. "Relieve him of his sperm, would you ladies?"

The girls looked at each other in an attempt to determine Bonnie's intent. Bonnie saw them vacillate and motioned for Cheryl to hold the salad bowl directly in front of Craig's swollen tool.

"Alice," Bonnie began, "I want you to masturbate him until he shoots his load into the bowl. Patti Ann, you can play with his balls."

"But I want to jerk him off," Patti Ann protested.

"You'll have plenty of cocks to jerk off later. Right now you will do as you are told."

Stifling a whine, Patti Ann took hold of Craig's balls as Alice began to masturbate him. Cheryl held the bowl just under his cock, anxious to watch him ejaculate into it.

"Make sure it goes in the bowl and not on any of us okay?" Cheryl instructed Alice.

Alice reacted to Cheryl's request with indifference, which made Cheryl somewhat nervous. I don't think she trusted Alice, and I couldn't blame her. Of the twins, she was the most intransigent and did not like to be told what to do. She wore a haughty expression on her face as she casually masturbated Craig's huge cock, as if she were too good to be performing such a menial task. Her thin, tanned arm worked its way up and down over the length of his prick, never skipping a beat. It appeared to me that she had performed this function on many a boy during her young life and I had to admit that she was possessed of a practiced stroke.

By this time several other women had gathered around us, forming a small crowd of about 40 or 50 women, all eager to witness the erotic spectacle. I could tell that Bonnie was enjoying the show immensely by the way she sat back in her chair casually twisting her short blonde hair into knots, as she often did when she felt aroused. For all intents and purposes, she looked like a queen as she sat nonchalantly on her chair surveying her subjects.

Craig suddenly let out a sharp cry as his chest rose swiftly up and down in response to the Alice's vigorous handjob. She knew he was on the verge of coming and increased her tempo, watching intently as his prick began to spasm. Patti Ann, not content to simply rub his balls any longer, boldly bent down and enveloped one of Craig's testicles in her mouth, unashamedly licking and sucking the cum-filled sac with lustful abandon. This proved too much for the boy, who could no longer hold back the rush of sperm.

Alice pointed the massive tool downward into the salad bowl that Cheryl held dutifully in her hands. "How do you like your salad dressing Cheryl?" she asked.

"Thick and creamy," Cheryl said teasingly as she looked into Craig's eyes.

Those were the last words Craig heard before his cock exploded. Sensing he was now coming, Patti Ann removed her mouth from his scrotum and kept her head right next to his cock, waiting for his ejaculation to commence. Craig's mouth was now hanging wide open, his lower body bucking like a wild stallion.

"Oh, God!" he screamed, as the first wave of hot sperm shot out of his cock.

The thick rope of cum flew out with such force that it hit the bowl on its rim, splashing partially into the leaves of lettuce and then ricocheting onto the table and into my own hands. The girls screamed with laughter as I held up my cum-covered fingers for all to see.

"Nice shot!" was all I could manage to say between fits of laughter.

Alice was delighted by the results of her handiwork, and instead of pointing the climaxing cock into the bowl, she aimed the spurting prick at random in an attempt to hose us all down with Craig's creamy spunk. I thought Bonnie would be displeased, but she merely sat back in her chair, teasing Craig to see if he could shoot a load of sperm her way. No sooner had she made that comment when he did just that—Alice's pretty hands coaxing out an enormous load of goo that flew high up into the air and across the table, landing in a massive display of silvery white droplets all over Bonnie's face and hair.

"Fuck!" she cried, quickly reaching for a napkin.

Rebecca was beside herself with laughter, and I myself could barely speak, as the sight of my sister's predicament sent me into howls of joy. Bonnie herself took the unexpected sperm shower in stride, wiping the stringy ejaculate from her face with a big smile, allowing herself to sample a few drops of Craig's creamy emissions.

Alice and Patti Ann giggled excitedly as each successive burst of semen brought forth from Alice's talented hand found someone else's body to anoint. This time Cheryl was the target. At first managing to dodge the first few waves of sticky paste, she was unable to deflect the third huge rope of sperm that somehow managed to fly straight into her open mouth. I watched as the surprised girl was forced to swallow the bulk of the sticky offering, letting the rest of it to spill from her mouth in huge globs.

Gales of laughter filled the air around me as Alice continued to pull on the spurting prick. The third and fourth shots of cum landed in Maria's lap, while Rebecca took a long, stringy load to her chin. A few short, but intense bursts of semen landed in Michelle's salad bowl, coating her right hand in the process. No one had escaped unscathed. Even Patti Ann, who had managed keep her face just inches away from Craig's prick, and who, along with everyone else, was laughing and enjoying his continuous ejaculations, was finally rewarded with several giant cumshots to her face when her evil twin decided to twist the massive prick in her direction at the last moment. Interestingly, the girl didn't flinch, preferring instead to let her sister's hand aim stream after stream of cum into her open mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, using her fingers to gather the residue that fell from her chin onto the table and swallowing that down as well.

As the last few spurts of cum dribbled out of Craig's tool, Alice removed her hands and wiped whatever cum that was on them onto a napkin. The entire crowd broke out into simultaneous cheers and applause as Craig, Alice, and Patti Ann smiled and announced that the show was now over.

"He shot quite a lot didn't he?" Michelle observed, noting the copious globs of cum atop her salad.

"Must have been storing it up for weeks," I joked.

"Certainly seems that way," she replied, staring into the bowl.

"Did everyone enjoy the performance?" Bonnie asked the crowd, still wiping the residue of sperm from her hair. "Weren't the kids great?"

Her query was answered with wild applause from everyone.

"Performance?" Michelle asked surprised. "So, this was all an act?"

"Yup. Put on for your enjoyment."




EJAX-472: Ch. 03



"Very nice, Bonnie," Rebecca commented.

"Oh, that was just the opening act," my sister replied. "Wait until you see the main show. It's going to be something really special."

Little did my sister know at the time just how 'special' the main show was going to be.

As everyone began returning to their seats, Craig disappeared into the house followed by the twins. A few of the attendants approached holding wet and dry towels so that all of us could wash ourselves of Craig's plentiful sperm. I had to admit that Bonnie knew how to keep things interesting. Even something simple, like giving a guy a handjob, could be turned into a spectacular public event with everyone partaking in the fun. Regardless of the sperm, which so stubbornly clung to our faces, hair, and clothes, there was something so singularly erotic about Bonnie's little displays of lust that one could not help but enjoy becoming an unwitting participant. As I looked around the table and saw all the happy faces, I knew that my sister had plied her special magic well.

"So, what did you think sis?" Bonnie asked.

"Very convincing Bonnie. Very...real."

"As real as the sperm on your face."

"What?"

She pointed to my right cheek. I lifted my hand to my face and felt a small wet spot about an inch under my right eye.

"When was anybody going to say something?" I asked, annoyed.

Michelle handed me a napkin. "It's only a tiny drop for heaven's sake."

Bonnie laughed as I wiped the sperm from my face.

"You're so prim, sis. Nobody here has a problem with sperm, just you. And you help men to produce huge amounts of the stuff. It's ironic, don't you think?"

"I just don't like wearing it on my person if you don't mind."

"As I said," she continued, "you have a problem with sperm."

"No, I don't."

"Yes, you do," she insisted. "All the other women at this table have wallowed in the stuff at one time or another and mostly on your behalf. Even little Patti Ann just now, she took multiple cumshots to her face without batting an eyelash. You, on the other hand, would never do such a thing."

I was wondering where Bonnie was going with this interrogation. "What's your point?"

"My point is," she said firmly, "is that you're a prude. For all your research into human sexuality, you are, at heart, a puritan. You have absolutely no passion, no spontaneity, when it comes to sex. It's okay for everyone else to get splashed with a guy's sperm, but you, yourself, would never consider such a thing. I would like to know why. Why are you so afraid of taking a nice hot creamy blast of man goo in the face?"

I don't know why my sister chose this exact moment to criticize my sexual preferences. She knew damn well that I was not promiscuous, but neither was I a prude, as she incorrectly pointed out. Unlike her, I didn't need a man around me 24 hours a day to make me feel sexually fulfilled. I did have passion—for the right person. But she was right about my lack of spontaneity. It just wasn't in my nature. As far as sperm was concerned, I had had it shot over my entire body at one time or another and I enjoyed it. On several occasions I even swallowed the stuff. Did it excite me? Yes. Did I enjoy the taste of it? Not very much. Bonnie, like most of the other women at our table, had exhibitionistic tendencies that were closely allied to their own feelings of sexual adequacy that had absolutely nothing to do with my own estimation of my sexual self-esteem. Either she was playing another one of her games, or—and this was something that I dreaded—the effect of the alcohol was beginning to show a more adversarial side of her nature that I had rarely seen.

"Just because I'm not as willing as some of you to publicly bathe myself in sperm, doesn't mean that I'm a prude."

"Oh, come on, "Bonnie complained. "You treated that little drop of cum like it was poison."

"I just don't think that it's appropriate for me to be walking around in public with sperm on my face."

Bonnie guffawed. "Yes, I know. You like to do it behind closed doors where it's safe and nobody can see you, right?"

"As most normal people do."

"What are you saying, Christiana?" Michelle said. "Are you implying that people with exhibitionist tendencies are not normal? How can you say that? You of all people!"

Rebecca took this as a sign to jump in. "Christiana has a right not to enjoy getting cum in her face. There's nothing wrong in that."

"But what my sister is saying," Bonnie replied, "is that the only time sex is valid is when it's performed behind closed doors, right sis?"

"I didn't say that," I said defensively. "I choose not to express my sexuality in an open forum. If the rest of you choose to do so, that's your business. I'm not judging you."

"But you do think our behavior is abnormal, don't you?"

"From a psychological standpoint, yes. Exhibitionism is a fetish."

"But your experiment..."

"My experiment was just that: an experiment. It was not conducted with the intent of it being a showcase for exhibitionism. It was conducted as a scientific study and nothing more. Was it inherently prurient? Yes. If you choose to look at it as a jerkoff contest, that's your business. To me, it was simply a test."

Bonnie eyed me suspiciously. I knew she was enjoying this little tour de force with me, but I couldn't understand why she was doing it. Maria and Cheryl remained quiet, stuffing their mouths with forkfuls of salad.

"When was the last time you sucked a cock?" Bonnie said bluntly.

"That's none of your damned business," I replied.

"You see everybody, I told you. My sister has never performed oral sex on a man!"

"You're being ridiculous Bonnie. Why don't you leave Christiana alone?" Michelle said coming to my defense.

Rebecca tried to diffuse the situation. "Everybody, please stop. If the boss doesn't like to suck cock, eat sperm, or fuck in public, that's her business. All it means is that she isn't a fucking slut like the rest of us." She lifted her glass to me. "Here's to you boss," she began, "we love you just the way you are."

"Oh fuck, Rebecca," Bonnie said laughing. "I was just trying to get my uptight sister to go down on some guy tonight, that's all."

"Really?" I replied. "And who would that guy be? Oh, let me guess. Could that guy be your husband?"

Bonnie suppressed a laugh. "Actually he wanted to do both you and I at the same time. You know he's been dying to fuck you for years."

"So that's why you put me through all this?" I said relieved, but still a little bit aggravated. "Just so you could push me into having sex with your husband?"

"It is my birthday, sis."

"Some wishes come true, some don't. You have a lot of nerve Bonnie."

Michelle thought the whole thing was funny. "Watching the two of you argue is better than any sex show on earth!" she said with a hearty laugh. "Now why don't you both shut up and eat your food."

She held up her bowl of salad, still bearing traces of Craig's special dressing.

"Anybody for Caesar Sperm Salad?"

All of us laughed at her comment, which served to release some of the tension.

I have to say that the dinner was one of the most sumptuous feasts I had ever had the pleasure to enjoy. There were several main dishes to choose from and the liquor flowed freely. At some point halfway through dinner, I noticed that several of the attendants had crossed the lawn and passed through a gated fence from behind which nothing could be seen. Upon closer examination, it appeared that the gate was prefabricated and could be taken down easily by means of connecting beams, which held each panel in place. When I looked at Bonnie with a questioning look on my face, she only smiled and said nothing. A constant flow of men came in and out for about the next half hour until only one figure was left standing on the lawn. As the figure approached our table, I recognized the man as Bonnie's husband Philip.

"Hello everyone!" he said with a big smile. "How's the food?"

He was showered with simultaneous compliments from all of us on the choice of cuisine.

"Everything is perfect darling," Bonnie said to her husband. "Thank you."

Philip waltzed over to his wife and kissed her on the lips. "Happy birthday my love!"

"You are so sweet," she said tickled. "Don't forget sis."

Philip turned to me. He was a tall, fit, attractive man of about 40, with wavy brown hair, large liquid blue eyes, and a thick but trim moustache. He was impeccably dressed in a white suit with matching white tie and shoes, looking every bit like a modern-day proprietor of some exotic fantasy island. He had inherited most of his wealth from his father, who was a baron. But, to his credit, he took that money and invested it wisely, and in little over 20 year's time he had become one of the most rich and powerful men in Sweden.

"You look beautiful Christiana," he said with a genuine sense of affection as he leaned forward to kiss my face. "I saw the video of your experiment and all I can say is that it's absolutely astounding."

"Darling," Bonnie said interrupting him, "let me introduce you to my friends."

Philip had met Rebecca and Maria several times before, but Cheryl and Michelle were new to him. He wasted no time in making them feel welcome and the two women thanked him for his courtesy.

"Philip is such a doll," Bonnie began. "He took care of everything for my birthday, didn't you darling?"

He beamed at his wife. "Nothing is too good for my sweetheart."

"Have all the arrangements been made?"

"Yes, dear," he said. "I will be joining you a little later."

Philip excused himself and returned through the gated fence from whence he had come.

"What a charming man," Michelle said.

"Very charming," Cheryl offered.

"Okay, Bonnie," I said, "why isn't Philip here with you during your birthday?"

"I told you that it's a surprise—as much for you as it is for me. All this was Philip's idea, not mine."

I wasn't buying it.

"Let's take a little walk," I suggested.

Bonnie protested at first but I dragged her out of her chair and together we walked toward the pool, leaving our friends guessing at the reason for our absence.

"What's this all about, sis?"

"Are you telling me that you have no idea what he's got planned for your birthday?"

"Not a clue."

"I find that hard to believe".

"It's true, sis. I promised him that I would not interfere."

She said it with such uncommon directness that I felt inclined to believe her. If it were true, the suspense must have overwhelming. Knowing her need to control all aspects of her life, Bonnie could not have been comfortable being left in the dark about her own special day, and this sudden admission of deference to Philip came to me as a revelation. All I could think of was that there must have been some small tie-in to the events about to unfold in which my sister had no small part. What exactly that part was I could not imagine until, inadvertently, her puzzled expression gave me a clue.

"You look worried Bonnie. What's bothering you?"

"I told you I gave Philip the pill this morning didn't I?"

"Yes."

She laughed nervously.

"Well, he hasn't shown any signs of you know...so how do I know it's working?"

"You don't," I replied. "And there's no telling if and when it will occur. This is not a controlled study."

"I know that," she said curtly, "but if it worked on those other guys it should work on him too, right?"

It was at that moment that I knew she was not being completely truthful with me. If she knew nothing of Philip's surprise birthday plans for her, then why was she so concerned with whether the pill was working unless it was somehow related to the events about to take place? I decided to call her bluff.

"All right, what aren't you telling me?"

"About what?" she asked innocently.

"Don't lie to me Bonnie. You know more about what's going to happen than you're willing to admit."

At first I thought she was going to evade the issue, but she fooled me by dropping her guard. "Oh, what the fuck," she exclaimed, "I may as well tell you."

"Please do."

"I don't know the details. What I do know I learned from one of my servants who overheard Philip on the phone last week. It seems that he's going to take part in some wild ritual that he's been planning for months. Don't ask me what it is, I don't know. I gave him the pill because I thought it would add some excitement to the mix, that's all. I just wanted to spice things up."

"Why didn't you just come out and tell him about the pill? Why all the secrecy?"

Bonnie frowned. "Sis, you just don't get it do you? Excitement is created by spontaneity, not by just plodding along planning every little detail. I'm not like you, I live for the thrill."

"You deceived your husband."

"Oh, my God. You make it sound like I committed a capital offense!" she said raising her voice. "I wanted to make him experience the same kind of orgasms those guys in your experiment did. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, except that you weren't honest with him. You didn't let him in on your little scheme."

"Why should I? He's not the one in control, I am."

"And that gives you the right to lie to him?"

"What harm could it do?"

"You took away his choice."

She looked at me incredulously. "Choice? Who ever said he had a choice?"

It was at that moment that I discovered something new about my sister. In addition to being an arrogant, self-centered person, she was also a moral relativist, adapting to the changing moral climate as needs dictated. She really didn't care who she manipulated as long as she achieved her own ends, and it was this particular aspect of her character that was finally revealed to me in all its hideous glory. Although I knew that she loved Philip, I now knew that she loved power even more. And it was this overarching predilection for control over others that was the prime motivation for all her actions, both beneficent and maleficent.

"Did it ever occur to you that when you take away a person's choice, you take away their freedom?"

"Don't lecture me Christiana. I don't want to hear it."

"Did you ever stop to think that if the drug did work," I said, ignoring her, "it might put your husband in an uncompromising position?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Yet you secretly administered the drug knowing full well that he was going to be entertaining you and your guests tonight quite unaware that his body might be undergoing chemical changes in which he has little or no control."

"But that's the beauty of it sis! That's what makes life so exciting—not knowing what's going to happen next! I'm just doing my little part for the sake of creating some excitement."

"At your husband's expense!"

"I would never do anything to harm him, you know that."

"How do you know he won't be harmed? You saw what happened to your dog. We're not dealing with a subtle drug here Bonnie."

I saw a look of fear momentarily appear on her face and for the first time I felt as though I had broken through her barrier of arrogance.

"If you had told him about the drug," I continued, "he could have taken it as I instructed, and the two of you—in the privacy and security of your own bedroom—could have had all the excitement you wanted, provided, of course, that the drug worked. But instead, you chose to lie to him so that you could manipulate events to suit your own selfish ends, without regard for Philip's feelings or his safety. I curse myself for ever giving you that damned drug!"

Something I said must have made an impression upon her because I was greeted with silence. A few painful moments elapsed and then, without even looking at me, Bonnie walked away from me toward the house, never looking back.

I felt horrible. It was, after all, her birthday, but I just couldn't prevent myself from going on the attack. I realized then that I had been harboring some intense feelings of dislike for my sister ever since she became absorbed with my drug and the power it possessed. If it were up to her, she would give the drug out freely, to whomever asked for it, regardless of whether they needed it or not. She did not consider consequences. She did not consider side effects, or toxicity levels, or anything remotely concerned with a patient's right to safety and privacy. According to her scheme of things, all that mattered was that she controlled the reins of power—everything else was negotiable. I don't know if this attitude extended to the man she loved most, but it was possible. It made me sick to think of it.

I stood by the pool for a short while watching the sun's rays dance on the surface of the water. I was undecided as to whether I should stay or go home, but after careful deliberation I felt it was my obligation to tell Philip the truth, regardless of what rift this might cause between my sister and myself. As I made my way back to my table, I asked one of the attendants to inform Philip that I needed to see him immediately. The man ran off in the direction of the fence and disappeared behind it. A few minutes passed before I saw Philip walk out the gate, gesturing to me to come and meet him halfway. My stomach was in knots as we came closer, knowing that I was about to betray my sister.

"Philip, I have to tell you something," I said, with a sense of urgency.

"I know Christiana," he said. "I just spoke to Bonnie on the phone. She told me about the drug."

I stood there for a moment with a stupefied look on my face.

"She told you?"

"Yes, and I have you to thank for it."

"She didn't mean any harm, Philip. She's not an evil person, just unbelievably selfish."

"I know that. But whatever you said to her seemed to do the trick. Thank you my dear."

Philip hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Tell me more about this drug of yours. What's it called again?"

"EJAX-472. It's a male fertility drug that I created to help men with sexual problems."

He pondered it over a moment.

"I see. And I have this drug coursing through my veins right now?"

"Yes, but in a minute amount. It is highly doubtful that you will experience any effects from the drug, but it is not impossible. If you start to feel a heavy feeling in your testicles, or if you cannot control your desire to masturbate, these signs could be indications that the drug is working."

"Hell, I feel like jerking off most of the time anyway so I don't see what good your drug's going to do me," he said jokingly. "I suggest we forget about it."

"I felt it was my duty to warn you."

"I understand. Now why don't you go into the house and make peace with your sister. I want both of you to kiss and make up. And please, no more arguments. I know you've got some issues with her but it is her birthday after all."

He was right of course.

"I'll go to her right now."

He gave me a heartwarming smile and quickly retreated behind the fence. The fact that Bonnie felt compelled to tell him the truth proved to me that she did have a sense of loyalty to her husband after all. Maybe there were some things that, in her universe, remained inviolate—such as her love for a wonderful husband whom she was unwilling to sacrifice for the sake of spontaneity and the possession of power. It occurred to me then that Philip was too highly intelligent and intuitive a man to be so easily manipulated by my sister. All through their years of married life, he must have simply played along, indulging her whims and allowing himself to be controlled by her because he knew it added excitement to their union. He acquiesced because he knew it made her happy, because he loved her. And I knew now that she loved him.

As I walked back to my table I noticed that Bonnie wasn't there. I continued on into the house and, after searching for several minutes, found her sitting on the sofa in her living room staring out an open window. Her face was red and I could tell she had been crying for some time. She lifted her head toward me as I entered the room and for the first time in my life I didn't see my sister as the proud, arrogant, and selfish woman she normally was, but rather as a woman who had just lost her best friend. Upon seeing me, she began to cry anew, fresh tears flowing freely down the landscape of her lovely profile.




EJAX-472: Ch. 03



"Chris..." she began, her voice faltering.

I didn't wait for her to say anything further as I rushed to her side and threw my arms around her.

"I'm sorry..."

I kissed her face, tasting the salty effluence of her pent-up sorrow.

"I know. I know," I said, comforting her.

Her chest rose and fell at regular intervals as the crying continued unabated. I held her close to me feeling her body convulse with each intake of air. These were not the gratuitous tears of someone seeking to gain an advantage via manipulation, but rather the tears of a grief stricken woman who had looked in the mirror and was horrified at the image reflected back at her.

Through some mysterious process, she had arrived at a profound self-realization: that the limits of her capacity to manipulate and control others was not circumscribed by her own innate abilities as a dominator, but due instead to the latitude afforded her by family and friends; a generosity of spirit which allowed her to act out her fantasies based upon sufferance. Specifically, this meant that her husband had done nothing more than indulge her every whim in order to please her, and also because he, himself, enjoyed playing the role of a subservient, obedient to her will not so much because she wanted it, but because in allowing himself to be dominated, he was satisfying his own inner desires as much as he was satisfying hers. This mutual reciprocity of feeling is what had sustained their marriage for so many years. In effect, her own conception of herself as the one always in control was nothing more than pretence. Having planted the idea in her head that Philip's health and safety could possibly be compromised due to his ignorance of the drug within his body, I had forced her to confront the fact that if anything should befall him, her own illusory foundations of power, so carefully wrought by their combined and willing participation, could come crashing down around her in the event of his dissolution. Without his love to sustain her, there was no such thing as the control freak I regarded as my sister, only the helpless, teary-eyed little girl I was now cradling in my arms.

I remained holding her for several minutes until her crying began to subside. She did not go into the details of her conversation with her husband, but from what she did tell me, I knew it was what triggered her crying fit. After assuring me that everything was all right between her and Philip, she went into the bathroom to freshen up. While she was there, one of the attendants entered the room.

"Excuse me, miss," he began, "Mr. Olmstead sent me in to inquire after his wife. Is she all right?"

"Yes, she's fine, thank you."

"He would like to know when she'll be rejoining the party. The show is about to begin."

"Tell him that she will be out momentarily."

"Very good, miss."

No sooner did he leave the room than Bonnie entered looking still somewhat drained but a little happier. She had changed into a pair of white shorts and halter-top and had fixed her makeup and lipstick.

"Were you talking to someone, sis?" she asked.

"The attendant was looking for you. It seems your husband and the rest of the world need you, birthday girl."

"I guess we'd better get out there. How do I look?"

"Better than you did ten minutes ago."

I grabbed her by the arm.

"Come on, let's go. It's show time."

When word got around that the show would soon begin, everyone made a mad dash for the choicest seats, fighting amongst themselves as they scrambled to sit in the rows closest to the gated fence. The fence itself stood about ten feet high and served to effectively obstruct everyone's view. What lie beyond that green-plated barrier was difficult to tell, but knowing Philip's sense of the absurd to be every bit as highly developed as Bonnie's, anything was possible. Thoughtful man that he was, Philip had the foresight to hire a film crew to record the event. And it was a good thing he did, because the show about to take place would forever be remembered by myself, and I'm sure by all those attending, as one exemplifying the very epitome of libidinous fantasticality and outright deviation, reducing my own sexual experiment of a few days earlier to nothing more than a mild amusement with all the entertainment value of a peep show.

Bonnie, being the guest of honor, sat in the very first row surrounded by myself and all our other friends, including the two argumentative twins who sat directly behind me. Suddenly, the sound of a drum roll brought the audience to attention. Several attendants scrambled to take their posts by the fence, each of them holding a metal bar attached to the fence itself, as a voice began to talk over the loudspeaker. It was Philip.

"Welcome ladies," he began. "In honor of my wife Bonnie's birthday I am proud to present to you this evening a most fantastic entertainment. Relax and enjoy yourselves for the show is about to begin!"

As soon as Philip's speech ended, the attendants on each side of the entrance to the fence began moving quickly from the center to the left and right, respectively. As they did so, the fence, which was apparently secured at its base by wheels fitted into tracks, folded in on itself like an accordion, revealing a 50-piece orchestra immediately behind it. At that moment, the entire area inside was flooded with light from the overhead floods, which had been secured by tripods circumventing the arena. I watched as the conductor raised his baton and began leading the orchestra in the first few bars of the Swedish National Anthem. That was amusing enough, but as the fence continued to contract, we were treated to the sight of what I can only describe as a modified three-ring circus, replete with clowns, midgets, aerialists, and a motley assortment of strange-looking people who walked around amidst a bevy of gizmos and gadgets reminiscent of the items one might encounter in a toy store. But the most obvious item on display was an enormous cannon whose muzzle extended about eight feet from its base. On the lawn, directly behind the sea of chairs, was a huge net, presumably to entrap whatever person or thing that was to be shot out of the cannon. I had no idea then how important a role this piece of equipment would play in the wild spectacle about to take place. I noticed there were no animals, and for that I was grateful. However, Philip had spared no expense to create the illusion of a circus and this was not lost on Bonnie, who regarded the whole affair with overwhelming approval.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "I can't believe this! Is my husband crazy or what? What a man!"

"This is going to be really cool!" Alice said excitedly.

"No," Patti Ann disagreed, "it's going to be way cool!"

Cheryl and Maria wasted no time in standing up and cheering wildly at the stupendous sight, joining many others in the audience who could not refrain from expressing their enthusiasm. Michelle, who was seated between them, simply sat quietly in her chair trying to digest the incongruous images flooding her brain.

Bonnie was taking this all in with utter delight. It was wonderful to see her so happy after the emotional hurdles she had faced earlier. Judging by the overjoyed look on her face, it seemed to me that she was now beginning to put those issues aside for the moment so that she could enjoy this little slice of happiness her husband had so lovingly provided for her.

Suddenly, a small arc of fire shot out from the stage. It seemed that two of the clowns were having an argument—all performed in pantomime. One of them had a small flamethrower in his hands and had decided to incinerate his companion's bottom with the device. Letting out a howl, the injured clown leapt off the stage and headed directly towards us, the rear of his pants on fire. He stopped right in front of me and began running in place, unsure of what to do. Just then another clown came running to the rescue carrying a large fire extinguisher in his hands. In a second, a giant spray of water was released upon the clown's burning buttocks, effectively putting out the flame. However, the clown didn't stop there. Running amok, he christened several of us in quick succession—Bonnie and I taking the brunt of his liquid assault. He seemed to derive the greatest pleasure from my own discomfort, and I was forced to swing my pocketbook at him to drive him away. For some strange reason his sarcastic laugh made me dislike him even more, and though this menacing laughter seemed oddly familiar to me, I couldn't place it. Bonnie had an attendant bring us all towels to dry off, but the image of that little clown in the black and white polka dot costume troubled me. As the myriad stunts and feats of acrobatic skill concluded, I tried to put the present unpleasantness out of my mind.

Rebecca, who was seated to my right, suddenly tugged on my sleeve and said, "Look, there's Philip!" Sure enough, Bonnie's husband, all dressed up as the master of ceremonies in a formal black tuxedo, made his way to the center of the ring surrounded by a half dozen beautiful women all dressed alike in black satin evening gowns and matching high-heel shoes. He was greeted with overwhelming applause as he stopped center stage, highlighted by a single spotlight, microphone in hand. Within moments, the final strains of the patriotic anthem faded away and he began to speak.

"Good evening ladies!" he shouted.

The response was wild and deafening.

"Tonight I am proud to present to you the most hedonistic, outrageously lascivious entertainment that Sweden has ever seen!"

Again the audience roared their approval.

'I guarantee you that you have never seen anything like it before and probably never will. So, without further ado, I present to you—"The Carnival of Sex!"

Amidst thunderous applause, Philip and his entourage walked briskly out of the ring while the orchestra began playing a quick, spirited waltz. By the time he had ended his speech, all the entertainers who had previously been visible, including three people who had been swinging from the trapeze, had left the area, leaving only two small figures remaining far to the rear of the stage. Even with my contact lenses on, they seemed rather small even at that distance. What from I could tell, they looked like two pre-teenage girls—one blonde, one redhead—dressed in snow white ballet costumes, standing together holding each other's hand. I was alarmed at this because Philip would have to be insane to drag two underage children into an event such as this. I looked at Bonnie and then at Rebecca, but neither them nor any of my other friends seemed to be concerned, which puzzled me.

For several moments the little girls just stood there motionless until the waltz abruptly ended followed by a few seconds of silence. Accompanied by a loud drum roll on the timpani, the two elfin figures fell forward simultaneously on their hands and performed a series of splendid, contiguous somersaults, which placed them center stage within a matter of seconds. The execution of the exercise was so precise that they were greeted with a tremendous round of applause as they came to their feet, arms outstretched. It was then that I realized that these two tiny people were not little girls, but midgets.

"Little people," I said to Bonnie.

"Of course they are," she replied with assurance. "Why? Who did you think they were?"

"Well, from far away..."

"You thought they were kids?" she said chuckling. "No, those two are Packi and Pompi, the acrobatic midgets from that new French circus you may have heard about. They're both of legal age, I assure you. Packi is the blonde and Pompi is the redhead. Philip and I have had them over the house a few times for dinner, and for other things."

Bonnie winked at me, making it obvious what she meant by "other things."

The two women continued their performance in grand style, showcasing their talents as ballerinas, jugglers, and trapeze artists. In all, their performance lasted about 15 minutes, culminating in a superb series of acrobatic stunts that made us all stand up and cheer.

Suddenly, from somewhere behind me, I heard the voice of a man growling and a host of shrieks from terrified women. The growling became more intense as the man approached the front of the audience and as he passed I saw that it was a tall, black man dressed in a lion skin who was the source of all the excitement. In his hands he carried a huge wooden club and he appeared to be naked underneath. He came over to us and stopped directly in front of Bonnie. As he danced, he adjusted his loincloth costume to reveal a huge black phallus, which bounced freely up and down in front of Bonnie's face. All of us screamed with laughter as she bobbed her head up and down in time with the bouncing penis.

"I think he wants you to suck it Bonnie!" Michelle shouted.

Without any further encouragement, Bonnie reached out her hand, encircled the massive tool and thrust it between her lips. Everyone cheered. As I was seated to her immediate right, I got a wonderful close-up of the man's genitals, and I must admit that he was blessed with a rock-solid piece of equipment. She held his cock in her mouth for several moments and then I saw Rebecca reach over and begin stroking him. The man, whose name we later learned was Lars, was also part of the circus troupe Bonnie described and was a friend of hers. After a few more seconds of pleasuring him with her mouth, Bonnie removed his penis and watched while Rebecca continued to masturbate him. Lars moaned with delight as Rebecca pulled on the now fully erect cock and then, just when I thought he might cum, he gently removed her hand and ran toward the stage, his huge prick bouncing wildly up and down all the way.

"I've had him over for dinner too," Bonnie confided with a smile.

Now in the arena with the two midgets, Lars began chasing them around the periphery of the ring, swinging his club and snarling menacingly like some kind of leonine man-beast. The orchestra abruptly began playing accompanying music, which mimicked musically the frenetic action that was taking place.

Packi and Pompi utilized every trick in their proverbial acrobatic grab bag to throw their pursuer off the scent, employing a host of various flips, somersaults, dives, and climbs to confuse and confound their enemy. At one point, he found one of the girls directly underfoot and raised his club high in order to bring it down on her head. She deftly maneuvered her lithe body out of harm's way as the club crashed down upon the spot her head had previously occupied. The lion man let out a howl of pain as he realized that it was his own foot that he had clubbed.

The audience roared.

Seeing their enemy in pain, one of the girls grabbed the club and jumped up on the back of her partner, delivering blow after blow upon the poor beast's head. It was a hilarious sight and I was laughing so hard that I had to hold onto Bonnie for support.

"Teach that son of a bitch a lesson!" Bonnie shrieked.

Finally, the lion man was knocked unconscious and he fell to the floor with a thud. The crowed exploded with applause. The two midgets danced around with glee at the sight of the fallen man and did another fine set of acrobatics to celebrate their victory.

Several of the women who had accompanied Philip to the ring now entered the arena pushing a large wooden recliner. As they helped the victim to his feet, they had him stand flush with the recliner and then strapped his hands and feet in, so that he lay in an upright, spread-eagled position. The poor lion man looked around him in dismay as Packi and Pompi contemplated what form his punishment should take. They conferred for a few moments and then both vigorously shook hands, thrilled that they had arrived at a satisfactory solution.

The other women now left the arena to the machinations of the two girls. The first thing Packi did was to remove the loincloth from Lars' body. This she did with one quick pull, which made us all laugh. The only piece of clothing the unfortunate man had on his body was now in the hands of the snickering elf who waved it around and over her head for all to see. As she continued to play with his clothing, Pompi took a saw and began to cut out a section of wood in the area between the man's legs. In a short while, the wooden cutout fell away, and the two of them began to sing and dance around the frightened man-beast. Having paraded around him several times, they now began to walk under the makeshift aperture, halting underneath him purposely at intervals to give his flaccid penis a whack or to tickle or slap his bulging sac.

"Take that," Packi said, slapping his balls back and forth.

The beast cried out in pain as the midget's tiny hands delivered several nasty blows.

"You're nothing but a big bad lion!" Pompi screeched as she raised her foot and kicked him in the groin.

Again the beast bellowed in agony as the torture continued unabated.

It was a marvelous performance made all the more spectacular by the seeming reality of it, due in no small part to the professionalism of the performers themselves. No one believed that anyone was being hurt, but the illusion was so incredibly effective that I found myself wincing every time the lion man was hit, sharing with him the pain of every blow at the hands of his tormentors.

"How are we gonna get this beast to calm down and leave us alone?" Packi inquired of her partner.

"I don't know," Pompi replied. She reached down and picked up the saw. "Maybe we could cut off his head!"

"No, no, you silly! I said 'calm him down,' not kill him!"

"I don't think you can calm a wild animal down."

The lion man growled at them just then, making them both jump.

Packi looked annoyed. "Well, we've got to find a way or else he'll keep coming back." She turned toward the audience. "Does anybody out there know how to turn this wild beast into a nice, cuddly little animal?"

From somewhere in the audience a woman shouted, "A nice good fuck should do the trick!"

This was greeted with howls of laughter.

"We don't wanna fuck him," Pompi replied. "That big thing of his would tear us little girls apart!"

More laughs from the crowd.

"How about a handjob?" someone else offered.

Packi's face lit up. "Hey, that's an idea!"

"Why is that a good idea?" Pompi inquired.

From a nearby table, Packi picked up an oversized newspaper and held it up so that the audience could read the title. It read, in gigantic, boldface type: "Too much sperm causes aggression."

It made me laugh knowing it was all too true.

"It says here," Packi began, "that all wild beasts, including men, become aggressive and violent if they are not periodically drained of their sperm. Does that convince you?"

Pompi nodded. "If it says so in the newspaper, then it must be true. Let's do it!"

The twins, who were seated directly behind me, were strangely undemonstrative up to this point. I turned around a few times to make certain that it was indeed the two of them who were sitting behind me. Patti Ann and Alice both smiled at me but said nothing, preferring instead to munch on bags of popcorn and to drink from a six-pack of beer. I could tell from their expressions that they were enjoying the show, but it seemed odd to me that they were so uncharacteristically quiet. Then I realized that with their faces stuffed with food, and their minds occupied with the events at hand, their opportunity to engage in any form of disagreement was at a premium. For that, I was grateful.

"Oh, look! Michelle exclaimed, pointing at the stage, "they're masturbating the lion man!"

Amidst wild cheers and encouragement from the crowd, Packi and Pompi had begun jerking the giant black man's cock with wild abandon. Packi stood directly underneath the man-beast, his huge penis resting on her head. She brought her hands above her and grabbed onto his cock with both hands, stroking it back and forth in a rapid motion. It was very funny seeing a man jerked off in this way and the sight brought forth gales of laughter from the audience. The scene was enough to cause Alice and Patti Ann to rise to their feet and shout encouragement to the two tiny vixens.




EJAX-472: Ch. 03



"Wait! Wait a minute!" cried Pompi suddenly. "We haven't measured his penis!"

"Oh, all right," Packi said feigning annoyance. "Go get the ruler."

Pompi opened up a big red wooden chest lying a few feet away and produced a normal-sized ruler. As she made her way to her partner, Packi crawled out from under the lion man.

Upon seeing the ruler, Packi admonished her partner, saying, "No, not that one! The big one!"

"Oh, yeah!" Pompi said cheerily. "This calls for a really big stick!"

As Pompi began looking inside the chest, she allowed half her body to disappear into it with only the tips of her toes sticking out over the rim of the lid.

"I'm looking!" exhorted the squeaky voice from inside the box.

Packi shook her head in mock dismay. "It's bigger than you," she said, "how can you miss it?"

"There's a lot of shit in here!" came the response.

Upon seeing this, Bonnie was laughing so hard that she began pounding my leg with her fist as if in a convulsion. "It's too fucking funny!" she said, gasping for breath.

"Did you find it yet!" Packi inquired.

"Yes! I found it!"

"Great! Come on out."

"I don't think I can," Pompi replied somewhat distressed.

"Oh, for Pete's sake! Are you sure?"

"I can't get out! Help! Help!"

Packi rushed to the aid of her partner but, try as she might, she could not lift her friend out of the box. She tried several different maneuvers, all unsuccessful but funny nevertheless, and finally had to resort to securing both of Pompi's feet to a rope connected to a pulley made especially for just this purpose. With both of Pompi's feet now attached to the rope, Packi began turning a giant wheel, which pulled the rope taut around Pompi's ankles and slowly lifted her out of the box by degrees. As Pompi's body was raised up, her hands held a giant ruler that she seemed to pull out of the chest vertically, which was, of course, an illusion. But the effect was nothing short of hysterical as Packi raised her partner higher and higher until Pompi was literally ten feet off the ground, holding in her hands what appeared to be a six-foot wooden ruler.

"You think this is long enough to measure that big cock of his?" Pompi asked Packi as she dangled in mid-air.

"I think so," Packi replied.

"Great! Now let me down!"

The audience howled.

All during this time the orchestra was playing music to underscore the activities in the arena, accentuating each bit of stage business in ways that added immensely to the general hilarity. At times I felt as if I were watching a world-class production, and I wondered how long it must have taken the performers to learn their routines, seeing that every action was carried out with such astounding precision. It also made me wonder how much money Philip had laid out for his wife's amusement. To get talent of this caliber was not cheap, and to get people to do such erotic things in front of an audience was far more expensive still.

As Packi lowered Pompi to the ground, the man-beast let out a roar.

"What's the matter?" Packi inquired of the beast. "Did your penis go soft?"

Again he growled at them.

"Lubricating cream!" Pompi shouted as she lunged head first into the giant chest.

In a few moments the midget jumped out of the box carrying what looked like a tube of gel in her hands.

"Good work, Pompi," Packi said. "Now start applying that stuff to your hands and then get to work on his penis!"

"Yes, m'am," Pompi obeyed.

The little girl squeezed out a generous amount of cream into her hands and then began to go to stroke the lion man's penis. She rubbed him up and down the length of his shaft vigorously with both hands, standing back once in a while to admire the results of her manipulations. "He's getting nice and big now," she said proudly.

"Good, good, keep going," Packi instructed.

After several more minutes of intense masturbation, the lion man's cock had achieved full erection and it jutted outward from his body in a most obscene fashion.

"I think it's as big as it's gonna get, Packi," Pompi noted.

"My, my," Packi said, admiring the results, "it think it's time we measured this thing, Pompi."

Having said this, she had Pompi hold one end of the ridiculously oversized ruler under his cock while she held the other end. The man-beast continued to growl every now and then, but by this time the girls were no longer afraid of him.

"There, there," Packi cooed, "don't be grumpy. We're gonna make you all better real soon."

"Well?" Packi said impatiently. "How long is it?"

Pompi looked down at the ruler. "It says 34...no, almost 35 cm."

"What the hell does 'cm' stand for?"

"How should I know?" she replied.

"Use your head," Packi complained. "What does it say in inches?"

Pompi again studied the ruler, adjusting the man-beast's cock to make certain she was accounting for every inch. "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "Could it be possible? Could her really be sixteen and one half inches long!"

Everyone in the audience let out a gasp.

"I can vouch for that!" Rebecca laughed.

"Amen, sister," Bonnie added.

Throwing the ruler away, the midgets now resumed the work they had begun earlier. Assuming their former positions, they now went to work in earnest, Pompi standing on the right side of the lion man grasping his monstrous set of balls, and Packi directly underneath him, stroking his huge prick with both hands above her head. As each of the girls stroked him in unison, the orchestra mimicked their actions, lending both a sense of dramatic urgency and a humorous touch to this wildly erotic scene. As their combined efforts grew in intensity, so did the music, each successive chord building up to an earth-shattering crescendo.

"I didn't know lions had such big cocks!" Packi said between strokes.

"I didn't know they had such big balls!" Pompi chirped as she squeezed his testicles with both hands.

Suddenly the entire arena went dark and the music stopped. Out of the darkness a lone spotlight shone on the trio as the lion man got ready to cum. The two wanton little elves urged him on, both their hands teasing his cock and balls until he began to erupt.

"Ahhhhh!" cried the lion man, as the first spurt of white cream shot out of the head of his prick and flew across the stage, arcing high into the air and disappearing into the surrounding darkness.

From behind me, Alice and Patti Ann clapped and sang their approval of the massive cumshot, giggling like schoolgirls as the sperm continued to spurt.

"Holy shit, sis," Bonnie remarked. "And he isn't even taking your stuff!"

I had to admit that the lion man had indeed produced an ejaculation worthy of EJAX-472. That first shot must have traveled about 10 feet at least—an incredible feat for a normal man. However, it was the continuous volleys of sperm that followed that made me wonder. I had never witnessed a normal man cum this way. Could it be possible that there were some men who could exude such tremendous amounts of ejaculate? Bonnie had told me about several adult film stars who could indeed produce massive quantities of sperm, but they were in the minority. Could this man be one of those lucky few capable of such a feat?

Beginning with the second spurt, which landed an equally impressive distance, I counted no fewer than nine intense, long-distance ejaculations, some fired off so rapidly that the air seemed alive with the lion's creamy white paste—long, sticky strings of goo that hurtled through the void like a stream of meteors in the night sky. And amidst all the wild gaiety taking place around me, I felt a terrible gnawing in my stomach as I contemplated the possibility that my sister may have had a hand in making these astounding orgasms possible. I looked at her, intently studying her face to see if there were any indications of satisfied expectation; any glimmer of satisfaction that hinted at the successful culmination of a premeditated plan. A few moments passed before she became aware of me watching her.

"Are you okay, sis?" she said concerned.

"Sure, I'm fine." I replied.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just happy that you're enjoying yourself," I replied.

Judging by the look on her face, I knew then that she was just as surprised as I was by the lion man's performance. It appeared that he was indeed one of those few men who could manufacture vast amounts of sperm completely of his own volition, without the aid of any drug.

As Packi pumped the final few strands of cum from the black man's cock, the audience stood and cheered. The music swelled as the man and the two midgets bowed to the crowd and quickly ran to the rear of the enclosure, exiting out a rear door.

Several acts quickly followed. The first of these was what I can only describe as a high-altitude ménage à trois, featuring one lovely, buxom brunette and two men who, by virtue of exemplary agility, managed to perform what must have been history's first high-wire fuck. Once they had climbed up the ladder to the top of the platform, they discarded all their clothing and proceeded to walk out onto the high-tension wire. One man walked out first, carrying a long thin beam for balance. The other man had lifted the woman up by her buttocks in a forward piggyback fashion and held her close to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He, too, held a long wooden beam for support as the two of them slowly made their way out toward their partner.

The audience was very quiet during this performance of aerial daring do. The only musical accompaniment was that of a lone snare drum, which played a long, continuous roll, increasing or decreasing in volume as the acrobats' movements dictated. Sometimes when it looked as though one or all them were about to topple off their precarious perch and fall into the net below, the audience would cry out in empathy, hoping by such vocalizations to ward off the event. At last, when it seemed they had established a sense of equilibrium, I watched as the two men opened what appeared to be a packet of lotion that had been tied around each of their necks, which they used as a lubricant on their respective cocks. It was tricky business watching the two of them masturbate themselves without them losing their balance. But jerk off they did, much to the fascination of the crowd.

When both men had achieved erections, the man who had walked out first onto the wire approached the brunette from behind and slowly worked his prick into her asshole. She cried out at the invasion of her sphincter, but soon started moaning with pleasure as the prick slid in and out effortlessly. The other man simply guided his cock into her vagina and the three of them quickly established a rhythmically precise fucking tempo that was soon picked up by the orchestra. The men timed their penetrations so that both their cocks would be inserted and withdrawn at the same time, heightening the woman's pleasure. They held this position for several minutes until the brunette achieved orgasm, her screams of ecstasy filling the night air. Everyone cheered and applauded this splendid demonstration of skill and agility.

"I wonder if he came inside her," Patti Ann said to her sister.

"No, you idiot," Alice replied sharply. "Can't you see they're still hard?"

Indeed, the men were still very erect. I watched in fascination as the woman lowered herself onto the wire between the two men. She then took a prick in each hand and began to masturbate both men with quick, intense motions. It took only a few hard strokes to produce an astonishing double cumshot, with both her partners climaxing at the same time. I watched in fascination as the woman's skilled hands coaxed out several long ropes of cream that momentarily sailed out into the air on a parallel course before cascading down into the net. We all gasped as the sperm continued to spew out into the night air, holding our collective breath and hoping that no one would lose their balance while in the throes of orgasm.

Despite my vague assurance that my drug was not directly involved in these proceedings, I began to foster a lingering doubt about this belief when I once again witnessed these two men experiencing such long, sustained cumshots. Could these men be like the lion man? Were they, like him, able to produce incredible amounts of semen naturally, without the aid of a fertility supplement like EJAX-472? As I pondered this question, the act concluded to a thunderous applause.

"Have you ever seen anything like that?" Michelle asked aloud, enthralled by the performance.

"Never," Maria replied, equally captivated.

End of Chapter 3



EJAX-472: Ch. 04



Cheryl shook her head in disbelief. "I'm so spastic I'd lose my balance fucking on a bed, let alone on a high wire!"

"Oh, you'd be surprised at some of the places Philip and I have done it," Bonnie said with a snicker. 

We were then treated to a series of several short vignettes featuring clowns, midgets, giants, and an assortment of odd-looking creatures who provided us with some much-needed comic relief. I especially liked one rather tall clown who managed to pull birds, flowers, and various other objects out of thin air. When one of the women shouted her appreciation of these magic tricks, the clown presented her with a newly produced bouquet. 

I caught a glimpse of the clown in the polka dot costume again. He was riding a tricycle in circles around the stage and held a whip in his right hand, lashing out at any of his unfortunate associates who happened to be in his way. I saw him look in my direction several times and could have sworn that at one point he actually mouthed the words "fuck you" at me as he grinned evilly. He rode the bike out onto the lawn and made as if he was going to head straight toward me. I held my pocketbook up high ready to strike the little bastard as he rode by, but he veered away before approaching our section. There was something vaguely familiar about him, but I couldn't figure out what it was.

"Pretty impressive orgasms on those guys, wouldn't you say?" Rebecca said suddenly.

"I was thinking the same thing," I replied. "The lion man, too."

"What are you two talking about?" Bonnie inquired.

"We're discussing the amount of sperm we've seen here tonight," I said. "Either these guys are exceptionally talented, or they're being helped along via some artificial means."

"Such as?"

"Such as some kind of fertility drug." I replied.

"What fertility drug?"

I didn't mean to but I shot her an accusatory look.

"Oh, no," she said, interpreting my intent. "Are you insinuating that I had something to do with it?" 

"I don't know. Did you?"

"Of course not!" she replied offended. "You gave me two tablets...two, that's all. And you know where both of them went so don't even dare to accuse me."

"And don't look at me Christiana," Rebecca quickly added. "The only thing I take blame for is the videotape, nothing more."

"Am I the only one who thinks these cumshots are outrageous?" I said unconvinced.

"Nope," Michelle said, "I think they're outrageous too."

Alice popped her head in between Rebecca and me. "There's only one guy I know of who can cum that much and his name is Peter something or other and he's a porno star."

"Yeah, he shoots buckets," Patti Ann noted between sips of her beer.

I looked at Bonnie trying to discern any vulnerability behind her seemingly placid expression. "Doesn't it seem strange to you that these guys are all capable of such fantastic orgasms?"

"I haven't seen anything here tonight that can even come close to what your subjects produced during your experiment, so you can kiss that theory goodbye sis."

"They may not have shot as much sperm that's true," Michelle chimed in, "but it's just not possible for a normal man to cum like that."

"Not unless he's like that guy Peter," Alice said.

"Oh, will you shut up about him!" Patti Ann replied. 

"No, you shut up you shit-faced little bitch!"

Bonnie turned to face them. "Please! You're screaming right in my ears!"

I thought Alice was going to make a retort, but she went back to munching on her popcorn while Patti Ann took another swig of beer, both refusing to look at one another.

"Okay, Christiana," Michelle began, "let's say this guy Peter that Alice keeps talking about can shoot really huge loads. He's got to be one man among millions—a freak. The probability of there being three men who can perform such a stunt and be in the same place at the same time is extremely unlikely. I'm not accusing anyone here, but my guess is that these guys got a hold of your drug somehow."

"That's not possible, "I said defensively. "There were only two tablets that went out of the Clinic and I gave them both to Bonnie. The remainder of the drug is safely locked away."

Michelle frowned. "Have you ever considered that you may have a disgruntled person in your employ? Someone who has it in for you?"

"Oh, come on Michelle," I replied with some agitation. "There are many people who don't see eye to eye with my way of doing things. But that doesn't mean they're ripping me off."

"It's not beyond possibility, Christiana," she replied, frankly. "Present company excluded, of course."

Bonnie shot both Michelle and I a disconcerting look. "You know what I think? I think you two are ruining my birthday with all this talk about EJAX-472. Can you both just let it go for today? Please? For my sake?"

She issued her request with such earnestness that both Michelle and I were reduced to silence. Yet again I had managed to spread discord in the face of what should have been a happy event—and once again EJAX-472 was at the center of it. 

But Michelle got me to thinking. What if there was a traitor in the ranks? What if someone had managed to pilfer some of the drug without my knowledge? Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl were not only my assistants; they were my friends. And Rebecca's recent admission of her guilt regarding her giving Bonnie a copy of the videotape, although a minor infraction, proved to me that her conscience would not allow her to condescend to petty larceny. I had to include Maria in this category as well. Cheryl, being a relatively new addition to my staff, could still be considered outside the boundaries of trust I had long ago established between Rebecca, Maria, and me. However, I believed I knew the girl well enough not to entertain any doubts as to her loyalty. Besides, as Rebecca and I were the only two people who had access to the drug, she, as well as Maria had to be held unaccountable. Of course, the other and more reasonable explanation was that the feats of non-stop sperm production were genuinely intrinsic to the men themselves, and that all my suspicions were groundless. As difficult as this was for me to accept, I had to admit to myself that it was a more plausible theory and one that I chose to entertain rather than think ill of my friends. After mulling these thoughts around for some time, I decided to wait and see what other surprises might befall us as the show progressed before deciding what action, if any, to take.

"What the fuck?" Bonnie said suddenly.

The music had abruptly stopped and I was startled from my reverie by the absence of any human beings on the stage with the exception of one small-sized man who approached the center of the ring with a slow, deliberate gait. 

"Holy shit!" Alice exclaimed. "Look at this guy!"

Everyone in the audience gasped.

The man, completely naked, with the exception of an Australian bushman's hat, which he wore on one side of his head, stood about four feet in height and was smoking a cigar. As he walked his legs seemed to wobble slightly, so that he teetered from side to side as he made his way upstage. As he drew nearer I could hear a persistent scratching sound like that of a broom being dragged along the floor. Swish, swish, came the funny rubbing noise with each step the little man took. He seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time traversing the length of the area, and looking between his legs I realized the reason for his impeded movement. There, trailing behind him, and in all its resplendent glory, was a massive testicular sac containing what could only be described as a huge pair of ripe casaba melons—two wonderfully freakish specimens of elephantiasis of the scrotum.

No one knew what to make of it. I had seen pictures of freaks in medical books that dealt with the subject, but elephantiasis was an abnormality commonly associated with the brain and its surrounding tissue, not the reproductive system. Yet, here he was, standing not more than twenty feet away from us, a living testimony to the non-selective process of the disease at work—a case for the medical books.

"How ya doin'?" he said addressing the crowd. "I'm Joey Balls."

The line was delivered with all the inflection and intent of a Mafioso boss, but the accent was unmistakably Australian. Suddenly, the entire audience erupted with laughter and wild applause. 

"Who is this man?" I asked Bonnie.

"I have no fucking idea," she replied awestruck. "He must be an acquaintance of Philip's. I don't know!"

Everyone stood up to get a better look at his gargantuan testicles that sat like two silent sentinels on the floor between his short, stubby legs.

"Jesus Christ!" Maria shouted over the din, "Look at his balls! Look at them!"

Flashbulbs were going off like crazy as the women in the audience tried to get a picture of Joey, some even standing on chairs to snap a shot and some even falling into the laps of their friends as they tried to do so. 

I noticed that his penis looked fairly normal, that is, of course, in comparison to a normal-sized scrotum. But the balls themselves were completely out of proportion to the rest of him. It seemed as though the sheer size of his scrotum acted like a counterweight to his rather large head, serving to keep him balanced and upright when he might have otherwise toppled over. I figured him to be a man in his mid to late thirties, clean-shaven with short brown hair, and attractive in a somewhat inexplicable way. I wondered if he had been born with the disease, and if not, how long it took to develop. From a medical standpoint, I knew a little about elephantiasis and its causes, but seeing the mutation up close made me curious as to its pathology. 

"All right, all right," Joey said, "settle down, settle down."

It took several more minutes before the crowd's excitement was quelled. He took a long puff on his cigar and waited until everyone was quiet. Seeing that all the women were now patiently awaiting him to speak, he addressed us.

"Thank you ladies, thank you," he began. "That was the nicest reception I ever had."

The little naked man seemed completely at ease, as if addressing a group of women sans clothing was for him nothing more than routine.

"For those of you who are wonderin'," he continued, "I'm the founder of this here sex circus. We come up from Australia about a week ago at the bequest of Mr. Olmstead to perform at his wife's birthday party. After we leave Stockholm, we'll be embarkin' on a worldwide tour, seeing as our show has become so popular. Now I know some of you, probably all of you, are tryin' to figure out how in hell I got me these here two jumbo gibbers between my legs. Well, I'll tell you. I was born with 'em. That's right, born with 'em. So look all you like ladies, I'm proud of my two beauties. And if any of you want to cop a feel of 'em, well you can just come up here and do so."

I was astonished to find myself, along with about half of the audience, get up and walk toward the ring where the little man stood. He remained completely unperturbed at our approach, actively inviting the women to come closer and engage him in conversation. They chatted excitedly amongst each other as they tried to make sense of his fantastic mutation, treating his testicles almost with an air of religious devotion, unabashedly examining the bulging sac by caressing and fondling it, regarding it for all intents and purposes as though it were a separate entity unto itself. Joey was thrilled at all the attention his two nether mates were enjoying, every now and then speaking to the women to remind them that it was he, and not his balls, that possessed the power of speech. He was actually a very gracious and humorous fellow, notwithstanding his somewhat unrefined demeanor. After a while, seeing him naked with his two giant companions resting beneath him became less of a visual absurdity and more of a genuinely enjoyable experience. 

"I'm doctor Christiana Swensen," I said to him. "Philip Olmstead's sister."

"Nice to meet you doc!" he replied, engagingly.

"May I?" I asked him, tentatively reaching out my hand to touch his sac.

"Go right ahead. Everybody else does." 

He said this in such a matter of fact, congenial way that I was immediately put at ease. As my hands glided over the taught, smooth area comprising his scrotum, I was overcome by the pleasure of the tactile sensation and involuntarily moaned aloud. He noticed my embarrassment and smiled.

"Not to be ashamed my dear," he said amiably. "Lots of ladies react that way anytime they get near the two blighters. I'll bet you ain't ever seen anything like 'em"

"Never," I replied, as I continued to fondle him. "You say you were born this way?"

"That's right miss. Came out of my mother's womb with these two monstrosities trailin' behind me. Nearly put her under the first time she saw them they did."

"I can understand why."

Before I could utter another word, Bonnie came up from behind me smiling broadly.

"That's some fucking set of nuts you have there pal!" she said to Joey. "Christ! Are they real?"

"Yup, they're the right stuff all right."

Bonnie didn't wait for an invitation. Reaching out her hand she joined mine in fondling the delectable flesh. 

"Isn't this amazing, sis?" she said thrilled. "They're the size of watermelons I swear!"

"The eighth wonder of the world is what they are miss," he said, enjoying our caresses. 

"I can't get over it," she said continuing to rub her hands over his bloated sac.

I noticed that a few ladies from the film crew had managed to move up through the crowd to capture on film the incredible sight. Joey struck a prideful pose as the cameras came in for a close up of his wondrous equipment.

"Go ahead," he said to the camera crew, "take all the pictures you want."

At one time or another during the next ten minutes everyone who had come to see Joey's pair of oversized balls managed to touch and fondle them. Alice and Patti Ann were beside themselves with laughter as they prodded the huge sac, receiving a hearty compliment from Joey in the process. Michelle stroked him a few times before retiring to her seat, looking somewhat embarrassed to be seen catering to a man she later described as a circus sideshow freak. My assistants were a bit more demonstrative however as the three of them came face to face with Joey's beauties.

"You must have a gallon of sperm in those things!" Rebecca blurted out, unable to hide her admiration.

"I ain't measured it yet, miss," Joey replied in a matter of fact tone, "but I'd say that's a conservative estimate."

"Oh, my God," she said.

He noted all three girls' shocked reaction to this statement with glee.

"How did they get so big?" Maria asked him.

"It's a mystery to me darlin'," he replied.

"Do they bother you?" Cheryl inquired.

"At times they can be a bit inconvenient, but I'm pretty much used to 'em by now."

All of us continued to massage and fondle the enormous sac, commenting on the satiny smoothness of his skin and the utter absence of any surrounding pubic hair. 

"How did you come to know my husband?" Bonnie asked Joey.

"Well, miss," he began, "you're husband heard about my circus through a mutual business associate and rang me up. I already had plans for a world tour and saw no good reason why I shouldn't kick off the whole shebang by making your lovely country our first stop."

"How fortuitous for me!" she exclaimed.

"For everybody I'd say, miss," he replied with a grin.

We engaged the little man in conversation for a few minutes more before he politely asked all of us to return to our seats for the finale of the show. As I resumed my seat, Michelle, who was already sitting down, turned to me.

"I'd love to do a study on him, wouldn't you?" she said with enthusiasm.

"Most definitely," I replied. "I'll speak to Philip and see what we can arrange."

She reached out and took my hand. "Maybe we can work on this one together!"

Once the remainder of the women had resumed their seats, Joey again addressed us.

"Ladies, I would now like to introduce you to a woman who has been with me since I started this circus three years ago. She is an amazing athlete and a well-known celebrity in Australia and I know you're going to appreciate her as much as I. Allow me to introduce to you, Kira, the Australian Amazon!"

The orchestra immediately began playing some strange tribal music to accompany the woman as she walked into the ring. I don't think anyone was prepared for what we saw, but if Joey represented the embodiment of the physically gross and absurd, then Kira certainly reflected the polar opposite. Walking onto the stage with all the grace of a big cat was a beautiful black woman almost six feet five inches in height, dressed in nothing but a leopard skin and carrying a long wooden spear. Her raven black hair was long and unencumbered, falling down to her waist in one flowing mass of curls that did indeed give her the appearance of a tribal goddess. She frowned as she approached Joey, holding her spear out in front of her in attack mode, pointing the sharp tip directly at his bulging sac.

"You pathetic little insect!" she screamed at the unsuspecting little man. "I should shove the tip of my spear right into your big, ugly balls!"

As she said this she moved closer to him, her spear only inches from his testicles. Joey made an attempt to protect his bountiful treasures with his hands but it was clearly too much area for his little hands to cover.

"What did I do?" he said meekly, trying to discern the reason for her anger.

"You forgot to say 'Queen' Kira, that's what!" Now say it before I run you through!"

"I'm so sorry your majesty," Joey hastily replied as he gave her a slight bow. "Ladies," he said facing us, "may I introduce you to 'Queen' Kira, the Australian Amazon!"

No sooner had he said that than she backed off, lowering her spear. The audience applauded as she did a formal curtsey. 

What followed was a series of acrobatics, gymnastics, and weapons play that were absolutely wonderful in their execution and professionalism. At one point she used Joey as a human target, flinging knives, hatchets, and other pointed weapons at the poor man as he lay helplessly propped up against a wooden frame. It was hard to tell if she was really throwing the weapons or if it was done by some process of legerdemain, but the effect was startling and unnerving to behold. 

During the course of the performance, Joey's body was utilized by the wild Amazonian in varying degrees of subservience. At one moment she would have him get on all fours and mount him like a stallion, flagellating his massive balls with a tiny whip in order to goad him forward. The next moment she would have him lie face up on the floor as she stuck her bare feet in his face, wiggling her toes back and forth in his open mouth as she forced him to suck and caress each toe with his tongue. She treated his entire body with casual indifference, as though he were nothing more than a human prop, and Joey seemed to enjoy it because I noticed that during the course of these casually inflicted punishments, he had acquired an immense erection.

Kira noticed the little man's hard on and sneered.

"You like to be abused don't you, you little shit!"

"Yes, your majesty," Joey replied, bowing low.

Kira laughed. "You see, ladies," she said addressing the audience, "this is where the man belongs—at the woman's feet!"

Her statement provoked a round of applause from the crowd. 

Without saying another word, she removed her single piece of clothing, revealing a body most women would sell their souls to possess. Every inch of her was cut to perfection, especially her legs, which seemed to go on forever. She straddled Joey with her back to his face and slowly lowered herself onto his giant prick, being careful not to injure his balls as she absorbed the full length of him. Still holding the spear in her right hand, she began squatting up and down on the rigid pole as her left hand caressed his fat, cum-swollen sac. It didn't take her long to cum. Spewing forth a host of epithets in some obscure tribal tongue, she was soon overtaken by the first in a series of very long climaxes that made her entire body shudder. As she reached the height of her final orgasm, she screamed something in her strange dialect and flung her spear across the arena, where it landed with a sharp thud in the wooden partition.




EJAX-472: Ch. 04



"This is too fucking much," Rebecca said, overcome with lust. 

It appeared that my horny assistant had resumed her erotic stimulation begun earlier. She had been playing with herself the entire time and was now on the verge of orgasm. Bonnie knew that Rebecca was close to coming and traded seats with me, offering her own hand to the blonde. Rebecca's face expressed infinite gratitude as Bonnie's hand found its way under her shorts. I watched with amusement as my sister's hand worked its magic on Rebecca's overheated clit, bringing the frustrated woman to a powerful climax within seconds. As her orgasm approached, Rebecca let out a sharp cry and buried her face in Bonnie's shoulder, trying to stifle her moans. She clamped her legs around Bonnie's busy hand, riding my sister's fist like a substitute penis, determined to extract every last bit of pleasure from its incessant motion. I was surprised when Alice moved her head forward and kissed Rebecca several times on the mouth as she climaxed. Rebecca was surprised too but seemed to enjoy the young girl's attention and responded by kissing her passionately. 

"Feel better now sweetie?" Bonnie asked, as Rebecca's orgasm subsided.

"Much better," Rebecca replied, her face flushed and glowing. "Thank you."

Bonnie and I traded places once more, but because my attention had been centered on the sex show taking place immediately in front of me, I didn't notice that the little man with the huge nuts was now getting ready to supply his audience with a gift from his own outsized organ. With her back still to him, Kira had positioned herself so that she was now sitting on Joey's face, bouncing up and down on his rigid, outstretched tongue, on the verge of another orgasm. As she climaxed, she dug her ass hard into the man's face, momentarily suffocating him. His own cock, now sticking straight up and rigid as a pole, was engulfed in Kira's hands even as her own climax started to wane. Keeping her ass on his face, but allowing him to breath, she began masturbating Joey's huge tool with long, sensuous strokes. His balls seemed to swell to magnificent proportions in response to her intense handjob.

I'll never forget the look on my friend's faces as the little man was forced to surrender his heavy load at the hands of his mighty Amazonian queen. Their faces registered the same look of astonishment as mine did upon seeing his balls heave and sway as the sperm was coaxed out by Kira's expert manipulations. Then, suddenly, we were all looking in the same direction—behind us—as the first arc of cum sailed over the first ten rows of seats and into the waiting faces of several middle-aged women. 

"Whoa!" Alice yelled. "What a shot!" 

The recipients of Joey's forceful climax shrieked at the amount of sperm that had carelessly baptized their persons, amazed, as was everyone else, that the cum had traveled so far. But my attention to their plight didn't last long because out of the corner of my eye I saw something whitish approaching me on a planar trajectory—a long, stringy, fluidic missile of vast proportions that was on a collision course with my face.

Aware that I was only a split second away from becoming the next victim, I ducked my head just in time to avoid getting hit head on with a massive load of cum. But Alice, who was sitting directly behind me, was not so fortunate. Burying my face in my lap to protect myself, I felt a portion of Joey's ejaculate splash on my arms and neck. But as I raised my head to look behind me, I saw Alice standing there frozen like a statue, her entire face dripping with the little man's hot sperm. She looked like the victim of a bukake festival.

Patti Ann was in hysterics at her sister's dilemma, joining in with the rest of us as we teased Alice about her new facial. 

"You asshole!" Alice screamed at Patti Ann. "Get me some tissues!"

This response provoked even more laughter from all of us, as the unfortunate girl sat back down in her seat trying to wipe away the aftermath with her hands.

Kira coaxed out a series of cumshots that rivaled anything I had ever achieved with EJAX-472. I couldn't account for it. Even as I watched another dozen or so massive wads of cum sail into the audience, the lingering doubts I had previously held in regards to the possible treachery related to my drug began to resurface. There was some connection between the events that were taking place here and some other unknown agency. It was a mystery that demanded to be solved.

After wringing the last few remaining drops of sperm from his now wilted penis, Kira stood up and bowed to the audience amidst a spectacular ovation. She helped Joey to his feet as he, too, took a bow. Handing her a towel to wipe her cum-coated hands, he thanked her publicly for her participation and she then exited the stage in as graceful a manner as she had entered.

"Huge testicles or not," Michelle said to me, "no man can produce that amount of sperm. He's got to be on your drug."

"Do you have proof of that Michelle? Or is this just more speculation?"

"For Christ's sake, what other explanation can there be?"

"I don't know. I have to figure it out."

"There's nothing to figure out, Christiana. You've got a traitor in your midst."

"Oh, shut the fuck up Michelle, would you?" Bonnie snapped. "Nobody's betrayed my sister. These guys are just fucking freaks that's all."

"Quiet!" Rebecca interrupted, "the little guy is speaking."

"...And I bet you're all wonderin' how it's possible for a man like me too shoot so much of the pearly stuff, right? Well, ladies, that's a trade secret. But I'm glad you enjoyed the show. Now, we come to the conclusion of tonight's performance." 

He turned to the conductor.

"Maestro, if you please."

To the strains of "Happy Birthday," an enormous artificial birthday cake was wheeled onto the stage by several of the attendants. The cake itself, made of paper mache, must have stood roughly ten feet in height and was decorated with mock white frosting and pink trim. On the side of the cake facing the audience were the words "Bonnie" in huge red script. There was one lone candle on the top of the cake that resembled something one might see decorating an outdoor Christmas display. It was quite an impressive sight.

"Oh, my God!" Bonnie squealed. "I can't believe this!"

As Joey made his way off the stage, a host of circus folk came out dressed in their various outfits and commenced performing a song and dance routine called, appropriately enough, "Bonnie". It was a production worthy of Broadway.

My sister was in tears. The events of the day, some pleasant, some not, but all stress inducing, had finally taken their toll. But her tears were shed in joy, not sorrow, and I held her hand tightly, feeling her body shake uncontrollably.

"Bonnie, are you all right?" I asked.

"Sure sis," she replied, "I'm just overcome."

"Your husband really knows how to put on a show," I said.

The performance concluded to a roaring applause with the two midget acrobats, Packi and Pompi, performing a superb set of flips and somersaults that formed the highlight of the routine.

After the chorus line took their bows, they scattered off in every direction, leaving only the cake itself on stage. The orchestra then began playing the famous "Stripper" theme as the cake mysteriously began to slowly revolve. Each time the cake had moved several feet during its circular motion, a door, previously undetectable to the audience, opened up revealing a young, handsome, well-built man dressed only in a G-string. Within the space of a minute, the cake had exuded ten prime specimens of male beauty as the audience whistled and cheered. 

The men stood side by side close to the cake, waiting for it to stop revolving. As it did so, the music stopped abruptly followed by a drum roll. Pointing to the cake, the men shouted in unison, "Happy Birthday Bonnie!" Just then the top of the cake was pushed up and out popped Philip dressed in nothing but a G-string. At the same moment, a round of fireworks exploded from somewhere behind the outer enclosure, sending sparkling colored trailers high into the sky above.

"I love you Philip!" Bonnie screamed from her seat.

He must have heard her because I saw him mouth the words "I love you too" right back at her. The orchestra immediately began playing a famous disco song as the ten men made their way out into the audience. Each of them went off in a different direction as they worked their way toward their respective targets, allowing the women to fondle them as they danced. 

During this time Philip extricated himself from the cake and made his way toward us. As he drew near, Bonnie jumped up and threw her arms around him, kissing him fervently.

"This is the best birthday present you could ever have given me!" she said completely overcome with joy. 

"Anything for you my love," Philip replied, thrilled to see his wife so happy.

He danced with her then, each of them grinding their hips into the other in time with the music. 

While all this was taking place, several attendants set to work moving the giant cake out of the ring. A few moments later they returned carrying what appeared to be a roll of clear plastic, which they laid down on the arena floor, covering the area in its entirety. It reminded me of the same protective sheeting I had used for my experiments, but I had no idea what the present purpose for this material might be.

"Look!" Cheryl suddenly announced, "they're stripping!" 

We all followed her gaze and saw that one of the men had removed his tiny bit of clothing and had flung it into the crowd. His semi-erect penis bounced up and down in time with the music, delighting all the women in his immediate vicinity. Soon other shrieks of joy followed as each man, in turn, either removed his G-string, or had it torn off by some zealous woman.

"Okay, Philip," Bonnie said suggestively, "it's your turn."

Not waiting for Philip to respond, she pulled the G-string down with one quick pull, revealing a massive erection. 

"Jesus," Bonnie gasped, "where did that come from?"

I had never seen Philip naked, although both he and his wife had often made sexual overtures to me in the hopes of having me participate in a threesome. His penis was actually quite lovely. I estimated him to be about ten inches in length, with a nicely shaped crown adorning a long, thick shaft. The scrotum too was pleasantly shaped and the skin drawn taught around two rather large testicles. Bonnie caught me staring at her husband's equipment and smiled.

"See what you've been missing sis?" she said with pride as she wrapped her hands around his cock.

All the other women surrounding me openly expressed their appreciation of Philip's massive tool, their normal inhibitions relaxed as the result of imbibing large quantities of alcohol. Rebecca stared at his prick with a ravenous look, as if it were a piece of kielbasa. But it was Alice who found it necessary to voice her opinion.

"You have a great-looking cock, Philip," she said with the air of a professional tease.

"I'll bet you'd like to touch it wouldn't you?" Bonnie asked the girl.

"Can I?" Alice replied, her voice dripping with sweetness. 

"Philip," Bonnie ordered her husband, "let Alice play with your cock."

I thought this was very generous of my sister, seeing that she was extremely possessive of her husband's genitals. Then I remembered that this young tart was none other than Bonnie herself at an earlier age, replete with the same manipulative mind-set that made Bonnie such an accomplished dominatrix. 

Alice moved closer to Philip as he pointed his prick in her direction. Cupping his balls in one hand, she began to quickly masturbate him with the other, as if trying to provoke an orgasm.

"Take it easy," Bonnie warned her, "we don't want him coming just yet."

In deference to Bonnie's order, Alice slowed down her assault on Philip's tool, gently stroking him and looking into his eyes every few moments to gauge his response. Philip stood there dutifully, in complete obedience to Bonnie's wishes, as the masturbation continued for several minutes. I could tell he was enjoying the handjob by the way he rocked his hips back and forth in time with Alice's hand motions. Patti Ann looked on somewhat indifferently, the booze finally taking its toll on her beleaguered brain.

"Okay, that's enough." Bonnie ordered. 

Alice stopped masturbating him and returned to her seat, all the while smiling seductively at Philip.

"I almost shot my load," Philip declared.

"She's good," Bonnie admitted, "but it will have to wait for another time."

"Of course, dear," Philip said. "Besides, I have to get back up there anyway."

Kissing his wife several times, Philip made his way back into the arena. He gave a signal for the men to join him as the music came to a halt. He then spoke into the microphone and asked for the crowd to settle down. 

"I am a lucky man," he began, smiling. "I'm lucky because not only do I have the most beautiful woman in the world for my wife, but also because she has a heart for hard luck cases like me!"

Everyone laughed.

"Yes," he continued, "Bonnie is a beautiful woman and I just want to say to my wife, 'I love you Bonnie, happy birthday baby!'"

The audience applauded wildly, shouts of 'happy birthday Bonnie' ringing out from all around us. I noticed that my sister was enjoying all this attention, but she seemed to be a bit more composed now, sitting quietly in her seat with a look of anticipation on her face. I knew that the show was nearing its end, but what Philip had in mind I could not fathom. I searched her face for a clue as to what might come, but her expression revealed only happiness coupled with a tinge of expectation. This was only natural, as we were now quickly approaching the grand finale. 

The ten naked men formed a semicircle on the stage with Philip standing in the center. They were all exceptionally handsome men at or near six feet in height and all possessed of remarkably muscular physiques. Philip, although much older than his young bodybuilder counterparts, did not look the least bit out of place with them, as he, too, was quite a muscleman in his own right.

"May I have your attention please," Philip began. "My wife has no idea what surprise I have in store for her tonight. But I know that she has been harboring a secret fantasy for many years now and tonight I plan to make her fantasy come true." "Oh, my goodness!" Bonnie exclaimed. "He can't be serious!"

"Serious about what?" I inquired.

"Sshhh," she said. "Let me hear this."

"Ladies, I think it only fitting to cap off tonight's festivities with a bang—a gangbang!"

The audience cheered enthusiastically at this outrageous suggestion. 

"I can't believe he's going to do this!" Bonnie said, stunned.

Right now I'd like to invite my wife into the ring. Bonnie, please come up."

"Did you have any idea he was going to pull this stunt?" Michelle asked.

"None," Bonnie replied emphatically, "none at all."

"Get up there girl," Rebecca said laughing, "and show them how it's done!"

Alice and Patti Ann giggled at Bonnie's predicament while Maria and Cheryl urged her to join her husband.

"So, that was your fantasy?" I said amused. "To be the target of a sperm shoot?"

"Bulls eye!" she replied overcome with laughter.

Now I understood the reason for the sheets of plastic; it was going to get very slippery up there in a short while.

"Bonnie, please," Philip urged. "We're waiting."

"See you later ladies," Bonnie said, rising from her chair.

"You're really going through with this?" I asked.

"It's my birthday and my fantasy sis, so just sit back and enjoy it."

Amidst the cheers and encouragement of the crowd, Bonnie made her way to the stage. As she walked into the arena she began to fondle each one of the men in turn as Philip looked on approvingly. She went from one guy to the other, kissing them passionately while unashamedly playing with their cocks, until all the men, including her husband, were sporting huge erections.

As the music played softly in the background, I watched as my sister sank to her knees and began to perform fellatio on each of the men, one after the other. Their moans of pleasure wafted over the audience, creating an atmosphere of vicarious lust among the women. This effect was not wasted on me either. Watching her suck one huge tool after the other into her eagerly waiting mouth caused me to become aroused myself. And those cocks were all around a foot long or more. It amazed me to see her take so much meat down her throat without gagging, but she did, and she did it like a pro. Philip himself took no part in the proceedings, preferring instead to simply watch his wife perform while he masturbated himself in voyeuristic fashion.

Having aroused all the men, it was now Bonnie's turn to be serviced. In seconds the men had her stripped naked, her beautiful, tanned body forming a splendid counterpoint to the circle of beefcake surrounding her. Laying her down on the floor, one of the men stuck his head between her legs and began to perform cunnilingus. A few moments later he was replaced by another man and then another, until all ten men had sampled her savory juices. Her cries of ecstasy seemed to go on forever as the men continued to pleasure her, the last man's talented tongue being the one to finally send her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. Rebecca was moaning too, and I looked down to see her fingers driving hard into her vagina as she too joined my sister in attaining an overpowering climax. In fact, judging by the amount of moaning coming from the audience, I surmised many other women were indulging themselves in the same fashion.

"Whoa!" Alice shouted. "He's fucking her in the ass!"

Sure enough, one of the men had entered Bonnie from behind while another man lie under her, his cock deep in her slit. The two men worked their tools in and out of her in an almost frenetic fashion, their faces contorted with lust. The man under her went from one tit to the other, sucking, kissing, and licking the firm mounds of flesh as if they were gifts from the gods. She responded by crying out in sheer pleasure as the combination of both pricks fucking her at the same time made her cum again.

And so it went on for about another half hour until all the men had entered at least one of her several orifices. I counted at least eight or nine separate and distinct orgasms during this randy interlude, but I imagined there must have been dozens more experienced by the women in the audience.

"Those guys are fucking hot!" Alice said aloud to herself.

"Well, you can't have any of them," Patti Ann said.

"That's what you think."

For all intents and purposes, I felt as though I were in a theatre watching a porn movie, except that these were women, not men, who were jerking off to the sex scenes. I could tell that both Maria and Cheryl were turned on but neither of them felt compelled to satisfy themselves in public. Alice and Patti Ann were so busy trading insults that the eroticism of the performance was entirely wasted on them. I think Michelle was more surprised over the whole affair rather than sexually excited, but judging from her reactions to my recent experiment, I knew her attitude could change at any moment. I, myself, was too inhibited to express my sexuality openly before strangers, preferring instead to live out my fantasies in the privacy of my own thoughts. But as I watched Bonnie's small mouth encircle the width of yet another massive tool, some small part of me wished that I could experience the same feelings of sexual wantonness my liberated sister took for granted.

As the last of the men climbed off her, Bonnie rose to her feet somewhat weakened. Philip had a chair brought out for her and placed it center stage surrounded by the ten men, five on each side. As the music came to a stop, Philip spoke to the audience.




EJAX-472: Ch. 04



"Ladies, I am now going to honor my wife by giving her a 21-gun...I mean a 21-cum salute!"

He turned to the men. 

"Gentlemen, are you ready?" 

They responded in the affirmative. 

"Okay, Bonnie," he said, "I want you to countdown from 10 to 1."

The drum roll began as my sister began the countdown. As soon as she started, the men began to furiously jerk their huge pricks in unison, their swollen balls bobbing up and down in a most amusing way. They drew in close to her now, ready to fire their full supply of cum over her body.

"Seven," she said, preparing herself for the oncoming launch of semen.

Philip was stroking his enormous prick too, but his tugging seemed to be less insistent. I think he was waiting for the others to unload before he shot off.

"Four," she continued, this time cringing somewhat as the sperm shower grew imminent.

Alice and Patti Ann stood up on their chairs to get a better view and I noticed that the entire audience was now very quiet, awaiting the baptism by cum with hushed enthusiasm. 

"Two!" Bonnie cried. "This is it girls!"

Before the countdown ended, the first of the ten cocks erupted in a creamy display of various-sized globs of spunk that spurted an astounding 15 feet into the air. Almost simultaneously, the other men began shooting their loads within seconds of each other, the wads of sticky paste forming vertical lines of continuous white far above Bonnie's head. She squealed as the multitudinous cumshots flew past, lifting her head to follow the ascending streams of joyous spunk as they made their way upward into the night sky, and then quickly raising her hands above her head to shelter her from the inevitable return journey. 

I watched in astonishment as the bountiful ropes of sperm came crashing down upon her in one massive collision, her face and hair taking the brunt of the first onslaught. There was no escape. Try as she might, the sticky goo ultimately found its way onto every part of her body. She laughed as stream after stream of sperm was released, the men treating her body like they were icing a cake. Below her, a puddle of spunk had formed and was growing bigger as glob after glob dripped off her body in gelatinous clumps.

What I was now witnessing was something very similar to the "cum on command" technique I had employed during my experiment the week before. I knew that simultaneous ejaculations could occur between two men. I had done that much myself in my Clinic. But to have ten men experience almost simultaneous orgasms was unprecedented. There was no doubt in my mind now that my drug was responsible, and again, Michelle was quick to point out this fact to me.

"Do you still think this is all a coincidence?" she said, unable to tear her gaze away.

I just shook my head. I did not want to even consider the possibility of subterfuge in my ranks, let alone indulge in outright accusations against people when I had no viable proof. Someone had stolen my drug, but when and how it was done remained a mystery. 

The last of the cumshots flew out beyond the edge of the arena and then the men drew away from Bonnie, leaving her adrift in a sea of sperm. The audience cheered.

"I need a towel!" she screamed.

Philip handed her a large bath towel and helped her to wipe the thick coating of cum from her body. After she had regained some of her composure, she stood up and approached the microphone.

"Alice, come up here please."

The young girl didn't waste a second as she climbed over her sister and scurried toward the stage. I had no idea what Bonnie had in mind for the girl and Patti Ann looked equally surprised. My curiosity was soon sated when I saw Bonnie take Alice's hand and place it on Philip's cock, while she sat back down in the chair facing the audience. Alice then began a rigorous handjob on Philip, and at the same time guided his prick into Bonnie's waiting mouth. Bonnie swallowed every inch of him, at times forcing Alice to withdraw her hand as her lips slid down to its base. I knew the girl wanted to get her hands on his splendid prick, and she had found a way to do it. She, like my sister before her, had entered the ranks of practiced manipulators.

Alice worked on him like a pro, and in less than a minute he had completely surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensations of her handjob.

"Oh, Alice!" Philip screamed. "I'm creaming for you baby!"

I don't know if Bonnie was bothered by this statement uttered by her husband in the throes of orgasm or not, but her face expressed no displeasure. She ordered Alice to pull back and aim the tip of Philip's prick at her open mouth as the girl furiously masturbated him. Within seconds he started to come, his first spurt shooting out over Bonnie's head and landing several feet behind her. Alice was delighted at the results of her fine handjob and made certain the next shot ended up in Bonnie's mouth. The second rope of sperm found its target, splashing against her tongue and palette with such force that most of the white cream found its way back out of her mouth and onto her legs. 

Alice's hand viciously assaulted Philip's swollen cock, demanding from it everything that he had. I watched her force out several ropes of sperm at once, surprised and overjoyed not only at the amount of cum she way extracting, but at the distance it flew. She seemed to have difficulty in getting the fast-spurting streams of spunk to fly into Bonnie's mouth, but Bonnie didn't seem to mind. She merely followed Alice's gaze as together they, along with 300 other pairs of female eyes, saw rope after rope of creamy hot paste shot out over her head and into the void. 

Philip looked dazed. He was totally under the control of the young girl's ferocious stroking and let her do with him whatever she wanted. I knew Alice loved the fact that she had this strong, handsome man literally in the palm of her hands. I could only conjecture that Bonnie allowed this because she, in some way, felt she owed it to Philip, either as a reimbursement for the wonderful birthday party he had provided for her, or as a simple gesture of love. In any event, I now knew which of the twins Bonnie favored. 

Bonnie took several more shots to her face and mouth as Philip continued to spurt. Alice's stroking remained constant and steady, never once releasing or disrupting her tempo throughout the entire time. She laughed as Bonnie's face became lacquered with Philip's hot paste, aiming his prick so that her entire features were bathed in sperm. One final spurt landed straight in Bonnie's mouth and she swallowed the creamy offering with gusto. Alice then bent down to lick the remaining sperm off of Philip's cock, which delighted my sister to no end. The two women embraced each other and along with Philip they acknowledged the deafening roar of applause with a graceful bow. The show was over, but my investigation into the theft of my drug was about to begin.  

Convinced now beyond a shadow of a doubt that what I had witnessed was not the freakish, volume-producing cumshots of a bevy of gifted, but perfectly normal, men, but rather the effects of EJAX-472, I dialed the Clinic on my cell phone in hopes of getting to the bottom of this mystery. I knew that Lynette was now on duty and I asked to speak with her.

"Do me a favor, Lynette." I began, "I want you to go into my office and open the wall safe. 

"You want me to open the safe did you say?"

"Yes. It's very important."

I gave her the combination and waited as she wrote down the numbers.

"What's this all about doctor?" she inquired.

"I'm acting on a hunch," I replied. "There are six bottles of EJAX-472 stored in the safe—about 300 tablets of the drug in total. I want you to open the safe and tell me if any of the bottles have been removed. Please hurry."

"Right away, doctor."

I could tell by the tone of Lynette's voice that she was puzzled by my request. But being the dutiful assistant she was, she went about her task without further comment.

Several minutes passed before she came back on the phone.

"They're gone," she said with alarm.

"All the bottles?"

"Yes," she replied. "The safe is completely empty."

"Everything's gone?" I yelled into the phone.

"Everything, doctor," she replied."

Not only had the drug been stolen, but all my papers related to the experiment, including several sample videos, had disappeared from right under my nose. But how? 

"Doctor, are you there?"

"Oh, yes Lynette. I'm sorry."

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"No, I'll take care of it. Thank you."

I hung up the phone unable to believe what I had just heard. It seemed Michelle had been right after all. Someone in my employ had betrayed me.

A burning sensation started to rise up from the pit of my stomach as the realization of the magnitude of the theft was assimilated into my addled brain.

"Who could have done it?" Rebecca asked with disbelief. "You're the only one with the key to your office."

"Well somebody managed to get in!" I said angrily. "Three hundred fucking tablets—60,000 milligrams—of EJAX-472 floating around on the streets! Jesus Christ!"

Michelle jumped into Bonnie's unoccupied seat. "All right Christiana, calm down," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I was so infuriated over the idea that I had been betrayed that I pushed Michelle's comforting hand away.

"I will not calm down! I want to know who did this to me!"

I looked at Maria and Cheryl, then at Michelle and Rebecca, searching each of their faces for any sign of betrayal, even while knowing perfectly well that all of them were completely innocent. I even looked suspiciously at poor Patti Ann, who was now so drunk she looked at me through eyes half closed.

"You're looking in the wrong place," Michelle said, noting my distress. "I think you better speak to Bonnie—now."

"She had nothing to do with it," I said, defensively.

"Not her," she replied, "Philip."

Her insinuation that my brother could somehow be held suspect left me speechless.

"What the hell are you talking about, Michelle?" Rebecca asked, sharing my surprise.

Michelle stared at Rebecca and me, mystified at our inability to comprehend what she perceived to be perfectly obvious. "Do I have to spell it out for the both of you?" she began. "The theft at the Clinic was done by a professional. And it's highly probable that this thief had a bit of help from the inside. It's also highly probable that these men are not all capable of producing such vast amounts of ejaculate without the aid of some drug—your drug Christiana. I'll bet my life on it. Now, there is only one person to my knowledge who has the power, the money, and the connections to pull off such a stunt, and that person is standing up there right now."

The three of us turned our gaze simultaneously toward the arena, where Philip was still taking bows with Bonnie and the entire cast of players. I found it difficult to accept that this otherwise charming and devoted man could be responsible for such a despicable act.

"I can't believe Philip would do such a thing," I said.

"Why not?" Michelle retorted. "It's no secret that the man deals in drugs. Bonnie told me that he's got connections all over the known world. Do you really think he could be that stupid as to not see what's going on right in his own backyard?"

"Well, what do you expect me to do? Go up there and start accusing this man of stealing my drug without any proof?"

"Proof?" Michelle barked. "You have all the proof you need right here, and 300 women to vouch for it!"

"And it's all on film," Rebecca reminded me.

I did not want to believe what Michelle was telling me, but her explanation was entirely plausible. Philip was indeed a very powerful man and certainly had the resources available for his many and varied extravaganzas like the one we were being treated to right now. If what she said was true, I would have to intervene. But I was not going to go to the police under any circumstances. To implicate my sister in Philip's illicit scheme would mean dragging the both of them down into the nether regions of Sweden's highly bureaucratic legal system, a journey into a hellish world from which neither would escape intact. I could not do this to her. Even Philip, with all his power and prestige, would not be exempt from the harsh punishments inflicted upon those who deal with illegal drugs. Up to this point he had been lucky, and I did not want to be the one to be responsible for destroying the lives of my sister and her husband in my quest for the truth. However, if he was guilty, I was not about to let him get away unscathed. Bonnie, I knew, would not allow it either. I made this clear to both my friends.

"Okay, Michelle, you've convinced me," I said with reluctance. "Ladies...I'm going to need you all now."

"We're with you boss." Rebecca said.

"What are you going to do?" Michelle asked.

"We know Philip has been given the drug. But if the other men have EJAX-472 in their bloodstreams, then they should be able to provide us with another series of massive ejaculations. I'm going to put my theory to the test."

"What if you're wrong, doctor Swensen?" Cheryl asked.

"If I'm wrong, I'll look like a fool and my sister will probably disown me. But if Philip is behind all this, he will have to be punished. In any event, we've got to know the truth. Let's go."

Rebecca, Cheryl, Maria, and I walked quickly toward the arena. During the few moments it took us to make the trip, many thoughts ran through my mind, not the least of which was how my sister was going to react to my accusations about her husband. The music was still playing and most of the performers were still in the arena as I made my way toward the microphone. My unexpected entrance surprised Bonnie and Philip, but I said nothing to either of them as I tried to formulate the words to the speech I knew had to be delivered. The girls remained at the edge of the ring, awaiting my instructions. I noticed that the evil clown, who was standing far to my right, had a dour expression on his face, as if in anticipation of something unpleasant about to happen.

"What the hell are you doing sis?" Bonnie asked, perplexed.

Without a word to my sister, I asked the orchestra to stop playing and then proceeded to address the audience.

"May I have your attention please," I began. "My name is Dr. Christiana Swensen. I am Bonnie Olmstead's sister and I want to apologize to her and everyone here for this intrusion. However, I have something very important to say."

Taking a deep breath, I continued.

"Last week I conducted an experiment at my Clinic to test the viability of a drug I created called 'EJAX-472'. In essence, EJAX-472 is a male fertility drug that helps men with sexual dysfunctions by increasing sperm volume and sperm count. I recently learned that several bottles of the drug have been stolen from my Clinic and I have very good reason to believe, based on the amount of ejaculate produced here tonight, that all these men have taken the drug. I don't know who stole it or how it was accomplished, but it is my belief that Philip Olmstead is—all, or in part—responsible."

The response from the crowd was one of complete shock. Philip stared at me as though I were some invading alien from outer space that had just crash-landed on his lawn. Bonnie couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she exclaimed. 

"Ladies," I said into the microphone, "with very few exceptions, no normal man could have produced the kind of orgasms you have witnessed here tonight. I am telling you that these ejaculations were artificially induced by the ingestion of EJAX-472. It is my intention to prove that Philip Olmstead managed to get his hands on my drug so that he could use it for his own selfish ends. I accuse him of theft and the unlawful and unethical use of EJAX-472!"

My accusation against my own brother was a bitter pill to swallow for the unsuspecting, incredulous crowd, most of who knew Philip and admired him greatly. I noticed the hurt in his eyes, but I also noticed something else—guilt; that downcast, furtive look I had come to know so well from years of intimate acquaintance. That one look made me want to prosecute him even more.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my arm.

"How could you!" Bonnie said, trying to keep her voice down. "How could you do this to me!"

"Why don't you tell her the truth Philip?" I asked him.

"There is nothing to tell," he said without looking at me. "I think you'd better leave."

"Not until you tell me the truth," I demanded. "Did you give my drug to those men?"

"No!" he said emphatically.

"Give it up sis," Bonnie warned. "You're making us all look like fools up here."

"Wake up Bonnie!" Do you really think those men could cum like that without the help of my drug?"

"Maybe, I don't know," she replied, visibly upset. "Maybe some guys can come like that without taking your damn drug. But to accuse my husband..."

"You must think I'm stupid not to have figured it out Philip," I said interrupting her. "I know the physical reactions to my drug. I can recognize their effects anywhere. For a while I wasn't sure, but that's because I didn't want to face the fact that one of my friends might have betrayed me. But after that last display, I have no doubt in my mind that EJAX-472 is responsible. And to prove my theory, I'm going to ask all the men who performed here tonight to come back into the arena and allow themselves to be masturbated."

"Oh, boy, you've really lost it Christiana!" Bonnie said angrily.

"What is that going to prove?" Philip asked, his lips trembling.

"If I am right, then all the men will experience multiple sustained orgasms, producing volumes of sperm that would be completely impossible if the drug were not in their systems. They will not be able to help themselves."

"Forgive me," he said in a suddenly authoritative manner, "but you can't order anyone to do anything. This is my house and I am..."

"No, wait a minute Philip," Bonnie interrupted. "What better way to prove to the whole world that my sister is a raving lunatic?" 

"Bonnie, no..." he protested.

"Yes, Philip," she said decisively. "Since she got here she's been doing everything in her power to ruin my birthday. And now this! Calling my husband a liar and a thief in front of all my friends. I've been embarrassed and humiliated and I've had it!"

Remaining steadfast in her selfishness, I noticed that it was my sister, and not her husband, who had been the victim of embarrassment and humiliation. Even in times of trial, it was always about Bonnie.

"This is ridiculous." The show is over," Philip stated.

"The show is not over until I say it is. Do as she asks."

Philip looked uncomfortable in his nakedness. 

"Is this necessary Bonnie?"

"Yes, it's necessary. I don't want people accusing you of things that aren't true, even if the one making the accusations happens to be my own sister."

She thrust her hands on her hips and glared at me.

"I can't believe you would do such a thing on my birthday, Christiana," she continued. "I'm going to prove you wrong once and for all. And when this is all over, I never want to see you again!"

"Bonnie, please..."

She turned her back on me at that point and I decided that it was useless to win her over with words alone. She would have to have the evidence staring her right in the face if there was any chance of convincing her of her husband's treachery.

Philip made one more attempt to dissuade Bonnie from having the men perform, but she only had to look at him once to make him understand that her orders were to be carried out immediately and without question.

During the course of the evening, fourteen men had publicly ejaculated, not including the young waiter, Craig, who was subsequently ordered to join all the others in the ring. It was my guess that these man had plenty of ejaculations left in them, and I was anxious to get at the truth.




EJAX-472: Ch. 04



Within minutes, Bonnie had ordered all fifteen men to line up in a straight line directly in front of the arena, forbidding the camera crew to film any portion of the upcoming event. She waited patiently while Joey Balls slowly made his way forward, hindered slightly by his massive scrotum. 

"This ain't gonna work miss," he said haughtily as he slithered by.

The little man, who just a short time ago had convinced us all that his good-natured manner was genuine, now seemed to be revealing a darker side of his personality. A few times I heard him curse under his breath, looking at Philip with unconcealed disgust and making ungentlemanly remarks to some of the women and me. Bonnie overheard his wayward comments and said something to him that made him fall silent. I never learned what she said to him, but he quickly drew his hands over his testicles, his face with flushed with fear.

After all the men had been assembled, Bonnie turned to me.

"Go ahead Christiana, it's your show," she said defiantly. "Make them cum if you can." 

The other circus performers stood off to the sides of the stage, eagerly anticipating the event about to take place. Bonnie and Philip stood to my left—quiet, taciturn, with arms folded. I ordered Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl to participate along with the two midgets, Packi and Pompi, and five other women from the group of performers, including Kira the Amazon. Alice, still onstage from her earlier performance, was forbidden to participate upon Bonnie's orders. I finally had to ask for four volunteers from the audience, and after a few minutes all the women were positioned next to the men they were going to masturbate. 

Seeing that all was ready, I spoke to the crowd.

"It is my belief that these men are under the power of my drug and, as such, are completely susceptible to its influence. My guess is that all of them will experience orgasms of great magnitude no less than one minute from the time masturbation begins. In effect, what all of you are going to witness now is something that can only be accomplished by using my drug: multiple ejaculations that should last for at least 30 seconds or more—quite impossible for a 'normal' man. This will prove, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that my assertions regarding Philip Olmstead are indeed the truth."

I noticed that while I was giving my speech, the members of the orchestra had relinquished their seats and had moved to the far right of the arena, the gentlemen allowing their female associates to stand in front of them. And way off to the rear I could see the forlorn face of the evil clown, standing by himself near the stage exit. He lurked there furtively, unwilling to take a front row seat but too fascinated to stay away.

The air was filled with nervous tension as the men and their masturbators awaited my order to begin. I could see Michelle giving me the 'thumbs up' from her seat, and I frowned when I noticed that Patti Ann lay slumped over her chair, drunk. 

Joey stood in the center of the line of men, his huge balls jutting out toward the audience in all their magnificent, mutated glory. Kira the Amazon stood next to him, looking every bit like a regal queen, her hands coated with lotion and ready to perform their masturbatory duty. 

I performed a cursory examination of all the men's testicles, and even from a distance I could tell their respective sacs were bloated beyond what might be considered normal—definite proof that the drug was working. In Joey's case it was hard to discern the outward effect of the drug due to the outrageous size of his scrotum, but as I ran my hands over the protruding sac I could feel the telltale sign of billions of sperm rushing to coalesce with their brothers, demanding release. 

"I don't need no drug to help me with my ejaculations miss," he said proudly, reveling in the feel of my hands on his balls. "I manage those long spurts of juice just fine on my own."

"I don't believe you," I replied, gently poking his sac.

"Believe it or not miss, it's the truth."

He stared at my hands as they felt around his sac.

"What are you doing?"

"This is amazing," I said in a hushed voice.

"What is?" he replied. 

I quickly shifted position so that I could reach every area of his burgeoning balls, 

feeling the influx of seminal fluid collect in massive pools at the base of his sac. It seemed as if he were manufacturing sperm at an unbelievably enormous rate, and I knew his masturbation was going to trigger an ejaculation of astounding proportions. I invited Kira to examine his balls, and as she did so she looked at me with a huge grin.

"It's like a water balloon!" she said excitedly.

Joey reacted to our inspection with dismay.

"Will you tell me what's going on doc?" he demanded.

"Get ready Mr. Balls," I said giving his sac one last poke. 

"Get ready for what?"

"For the biggest 'cumplosion' you've ever experienced!" I replied laughing.

"Ha, ha..." he replied mocking me. "Cumplosion, that's good one doc! Ha, ha!"

"I'm not kidding," I replied earnestly. "If I were you," I said turning to Kira, "I'd stand well off to one side, otherwise you'll get drenched."

"Ain't no one gonna get drenched miss," he said flatly, "cause no one here is gonna shoot their bloody load!"

"You have no choice Joey," I said in a patronizing tone. "Your body is producing sperm at or near 300 percent—the result of taking my drug. And nothing on earth can stop you from ejaculating."

"I ain't taken your drug miss and I got complete control over my privates," he said with false bravado.

"In less than a minute from now," I said with assurance, "your balls are going to release about one full quart of sperm—more sperm, Mr. Balls, than any man has ever ejaculated at one time. And I am going to enjoy watching every single spurt!"

"Aw, go on you little fluffer," he spat. "Just for that I ain't even gonna get a goddamned hard on. How's that, eh?"

He continued to rant at me as I walked away from him, his promises of self-control turning into ravings of admonishment. Kira managed to calm him down somewhat, but he continued to hurl insults at me.

"Now listen to me, please," I said to the women, all of who seemed anxious to get underway. "I want you to give your man a rigorous handjob. Don't hold anything back. The sooner you get him to cum, the better. And it doesn't matter to me how you do it. Is that understood?"

The women nodded in general assent. I noticed that Rebecca had an extremely handsome man to work on and she smiled at me with supreme self-confidence, knowing that very shortly he would be relinquishing his sperm to her in gooey spasms of surrender. Maria and Cheryl stood on either side of her with determined looks on their faces, patiently awaiting my orders.

"Each of you will please take your man's penis in hand," I instructed.

I waited while each of the women did as I ordered. 

"There's going to be a lot of ejaculate flying around, so be prepared. Just stay out of harm's way and keep stroking until you milk out every last drop of cum."

Looking out at the audience I noticed that the female members of the orchestra were standing quite close to the stage. I advised them to back away but they either didn't believe what was about to happen or didn't care and remained where they were. I looked at Bonnie who just frowned and shook her head at me in disgust. Philip stood next to her, uneasy and timorous, with a look of infinite worry on his face.

I then looked at my watch and gave the final countdown.

"Ready ladies? You will begin the masturbation...now!"

A flurry of hands immediately set to work on the flaccid pieces of man meat they held in their grasp. I quickly moved to the left of the stage as each woman applied her skills on her respective subject, the combined effect of all their hands' activity inducing many in the audience to break into fits of laughter. Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl stood at the far end of the stage where I was now standing, each girl furiously pumping the cocks they held in their hands, teasing and coaxing them to surrender their sticky loads. From my vantage point all I could see was a long row of flexing penises, simultaneously growing in length and girth as the 15 pairs of female hands worked their collective magic. Within seconds, each woman was suddenly the proud possessor of a stiff and swollen cock—delighted to see such little effort yield such ample reward. 

I watched with amusement as a few of the men tried to prevent themselves from becoming erect. One man tried whistling to distract himself from the luxurious handjob he was receiving at the hands of a beautiful, tall blonde. This made the girl concentrate on the sensitive tip of his glans even more as she hurled a litany of sexual slurs at him. In a matter of seconds he had stopped whistling and had shut his eyes tight, probably hoping that blocking the visual sensations would somehow lessen the effect of the girl's assiduous handjob. It didn't work. She laughed aloud as his prick continued to swell to even greater dimensions, looking at me with a wicked grin as her lovely hand moved swiftly up and down his long, sperm-clogged shaft, ecstatic over her victory over him.

Joey Balls seemed to be having difficulty too. For all his macho boasting about his being able to prevent himself from becoming erect, his prick was the first of the bunch to achieve full distension—a glowing tribute to the fine masturbatory skills of the beautiful Amazon. Kira worked his huge cock with both hands, pulling on the turgid pole of flesh with hard, upward strokes, heedless of his complaints. He looked at me steely-eyed, as if his anger could somehow prevent the inevitability of his climax. Thirty seconds had passed.

Almost as if on cue, all the men began to moan aloud as the combined effects of the drug and the efficacious handjobs took their toll. Sensing that her man was ready to explode, Rebecca relaxed her hand on his cock, waiting until I shouted the one-minute interval aloud before forcing out his orgasm. Maria and Cheryl, although not displaying as much finesse as more practiced masturbators like Rebecca, seemed to be having no trouble in getting their respective studs to surrender to their ministrations. The two girls giggled and joked with each other as they casually stroked the giant cocks they held in their hands, watching them grow until the crowns on each prick had turned a bright purple.

But the most entertaining sight of all was watching both Packi and Pompi masturbate their men, each of whom was well over six feet tall. Packi, instead of standing off to the side of her man to perform the handjob, stood between his legs and masturbated him with both hands above her head. Pompi, on the other hand, had taken a small wooden stool and had placed it to the left side of her man, preferring to masturbate him from an elevated position. I could tell that both men were extremely turned on watching the two pretty midgets because they complimented the girls relentlessly at the way they handled their pricks with such skill. Both girls responded to this unexpected praise by using one of their tiny hands to hold the men's balls while they used the other hand to stroke the men's cocks. I had to suppress a laugh as I watched them, not wanting to compromise the results of my experiment by drawing too much attention to the ludicrous sight.

"Fifteen seconds!" I shouted, preparing myself and all those around me for the onslaught of sperm.

Under normal conditions Bonnie would have joined in the masturbatory fun, but now she simply stood and watched in silent anticipation, not knowing what to expect or what to do should I prove her husband to be a fraud. I knew she hated me at this point. I had accused her husband of horrible things before an audience composed mostly of her friends: people, who like her and Philip, comprised the upper strata of Sweden's social and political scene. And although I, too, enjoyed great social prestige by virtue of my medical reputation, my sister and her husband were part of the higher echelons of society: a world inhabited by only the very rich and powerful who seldom allowed people of lesser social stature entrance into their sacred and private sanctuary unless in deference to a considerably influential member. Such was the case with my sister and me. She was the gatekeeper and I was nothing more than a gatecrasher. If my theory proved to be incorrect, these people would see to it that I would become the laughingstock of Sweden, not to mention my ostracism from my sister and her family.

I would recall later on that Bonnie's fateful decision not to have filmed the scene about to take place was something both she and I would live to regret. Michelle, who, in her wisdom, had the presence of mind to take pictures of the event with her camera, provided the only visual record of the event. She had only managed to take five or six pictures in total because her film had run out, but the pictures themselves revealed such an astonishing visual representation that they would ultimately withstand the closest scrutiny and refutation of the legal authorities who, in the not too distant future, would prevail upon me to disclose all information related to my studies with EJAX-472. Additionally, these same pictures would serve to play an instrumental role later on when I needed to provide physical evidence of my claims before a group of incredulous medical colleagues. 

Momentarily lost in thought regarding these issues, it was the screams of the women in the audience that first alerted me as to what was taking place in the arena. Due to her magnificent masturbation technique, Rebecca had her man shooting his load several seconds before the others. Holding one of his ass cheeks firmly with one hand and stroking his cock wildly with the other, I watched as the first jet of cum spurted an incredible twenty feet away into the first row of seats, near to where Michelle was sitting. Rebecca looked right at me and said 'Wow!' as she laughed aloud, amazed at how far the cum had traveled. The women who had been sitting in the first row squealed as the thick rope of spunk caught them unawares, and quickly scampered off to a safer area, riffling through their pockets for anything to help them wipe the sperm from their clothes.

And then the second spurt followed, but this time it was joined by another fourteen ropes of equally thick and stringy sperm, fifteen stupendous arcs of cum all following a seemingly predetermined trajectory that shot out at a 45 degree angle into first several rows of seats, bathing everyone in its path with its sticky residue. Seeing one man perform such a feat was fabulous enough, but seeing fifteen cocks spit their collective juices all at once in perfect unison was utterly exemplary and its effect was not wasted on the crowd, who, when they were not retreating from the creamy bombardment, applauded and cheered loudly.

Over and over the jets of sperm were forced out, like someone taking a hammer to a bottle of hand lotion. The women doing the masturbating were both astonished and amused as they watched in total disbelief at the vast amounts of cum they were coaxing out of their subjects. I saw Maria laughing right along with the rest of them, shouting a slew of Spanish euphemisms each time another launch of semen took place. Her lovely hands, now coated with a generous helping of sperm, teased her man's prick to release several long strings of goo that seemed to defy the laws of gravity as they traveled upward to join the other streams of opalescent paste. I followed her gaze as she watched the cream sail out into the night air—a cascade of white rain that seemed to hang suspended for an instant in mid air until breaking up into its constituent globules and falling to the ground in one massive, slimy display. 

"Doctor!" Cheryl shouted. "Look at this!"

Cheryl had been masturbating her man with very firm, sharp pulls, causing him to spurt shorter but more intense blasts of cum with every upward thrust. She seemed to find this highly amusing, as if she was milking a cow. The man looked down at his prick in wonderment, unable to comprehend the continuous flow of semen that seemed to obey the whim of the pretty brunette's artfully stroking hands. He appeared to be spurting one long rope of cum every second, and I counted along with her about twenty individual ejaculations in the space of twenty seconds. Eventually, she stopped stroking him so hard and simply let his prick rest upon her open palm as he fucked her hand and continued to cum.

Bonnie stood with her husband directly behind me and toward the far end of the stage. The expression on her face reflected a mixture of shock and dismay. Philip hung his head down meekly, knowing that his bluff had been called. It was not his nakedness that was causing him shame but his outright deceit and fraudulent behavior toward everyone, including his wife. How she would choose to react to his treachery I could not determine, but I knew that she had dolled out quite severe punishments to him in the past, and I surmised this new breach of trust would require no less harsh disciplinary action. As pleased as I was in proving my theory, I was nonetheless filled with anxiety over the thought that I may have caused an irreparable rift between my sister and myself by virtue of my success and subsequent disclosure of Philip's subterfuge. In some ways, EJAX-472 had become for me both a blessing and a curse. I would have to wait and see if my exposure of the truth would lead to a healing of wounds between Bonnie and me, or to a complete dissolution of our sibling friendship. 

Amidst all the cacophony taking place on stage, two squeaky, high-pitched giggles cut through the din. It was Packi and Pompi, both hard at work on their respective men. Packi, who was standing directly underneath her man, was literally soaked with sperm from head to foot—all three feet, five inches of her, and she was squealing with joy at the results she was obtaining from the massive squirting tool above her head. Pompi, however, had managed to keep her body from being drenched, but both her hands were dripping with cum, causing the little girl to shriek with delight every time a portion of her man's orgasm ended up splashing into her tiny hands.

The repeated moans of pleasure from the men filled the air as their masturbation continued unabated. Only thirty seconds had passed from the first man's orgasm, but the lawn directly in front of the arena, and the arena itself, was completely saturated with sperm. 

Kira, meanwhile, was busy handling Joey, provoking his prick to release a dozen or more cumshots in rapid succession before she decided to masturbate him with both hands. This technique caused him to shoot even longer arcs of cum into the general fray. Joey, himself, teetered back and forth on his little spindly legs as each jet of sperm was ejected from his body. I laughed as his gargantuan nuts throbbed violently with each spasm, forcing Kira to employ her upper body to help keep the little man stable. He had boasted to me that he would not allow himself to cum, but he was now producing more sperm than any man on stage, corroborating my claim that he had been taking my drug and proving to me that he was nothing more than a big-mouthed liar. 'Serves you right you little fuck!' I said to myself as yet another round of cream found its way out of his prick.

It was spectacular watching all these cocks shooting off at once, and for a while I just stood and admired the fireworks-like celebration. The reactions on some of the men's faces were priceless as they watched in shock as their cocks continued to shoot out the massive loads of sticky fluid. Sometimes these ejaculations would simply arc out into the audience on their own separate journey. At other times, two streams would crash into each other, causing an explosion of creamy sperm globules that hung momentarily in the air before splashing onto the ground below. A full sixty seconds had now passed and the rivers of sperm were still flowing. 




EJAX-472: Ch. 04



Suddenly, I heard some sharp words being exchanged from behind me. Bonnie and Philip were now standing behind a few other people just out of my range of vision and were engaged in a very heated argument. Shifting my position, I watched as Bonnie grabbed him by the balls with one hand and pulled him toward her. His face contorted with pain as she maintained her grip on him, the truth of my accusations now irrefutably borne out by my test—uncontestable evidence that Philip had indeed deceived all of us. The extent of his crime was as of yet indeterminable, but that he had lied about using the drug was now clearly evident. He made a motion to move away from his wife but she held him firmly, demanding answers to her questions. He looked down at the floor dejectedly, looking for all intents and purposes like a scolded puppy on a leash.

I turned around just in time to see a final jet of sperm fly into the darkness. Or so I thought. While all the other men's orgasms had now subsided, Joey's cock refused to stop ejaculating, and continued to shoot out huge ropes of cum in every direction. Kira, and the rest of the people in Joey's immediate vicinity, ran for their lives as the thick, viscous cream shot out indiscriminately like an unmanned fire hose, coating everything within a thirty-foot radius with its slimy effluence.

"Me fuckin' beauties are goin' wild!" Joey screamed in alarm. "Help!"

There was really nothing I, nor anyone else, could do except watch and wait for his orgasm to stop. But the sight of his little body rocking to and fro to the force of his ejaculations provoked howls of laughter from everyone, including myself. With each new ejaculation his enormous twin mutations bounced up and down like a pair of water balloons, making his already off-balance frame tilt back and forth as it waited to collapse upon itself. The sight of his tiny arms gesticulating wildly in mid air in an effort to maintain his equilibrium was so hilarious that I actually shed tears of laughter. But instead of providing him with added support, his frantic movements only served to topple him over onto his back, driven to this supine position by the weight of his unwieldy sac. As he kicked his little legs in an effort to stand up, his cock continued to squirt, sending a barrage of sperm high up into the air. Even Bonnie and Philip, who themselves were in a sticky predicament of their own, had to stop and stare at the hilarious sight; their somber expressions turning to joy as they were unable to prevent themselves from laughing.

A few minutes later Joey's cock ceased squirting and he was helped to his feet by a few of his fellow associates, his entire body awash in his own juices. The little man could barely walk as he was led out.

"Fine thing to do to a man," he said to me with malice. "You and your drug be damned!"

"Go and wash up Joey," I replied coolly. "You look ridiculous."

He stood there momentarily with his own sperm dripping off his face in unappealing clumps, regarding me with contempt.

"I'll go get cleaned up all right," he said walking past me. "But I'll be back. You ain't gettin' rid of me yet miss."

 I didn't know what to make of his threat but I thought it ludicrous that he should even make such a statement in his weakened and soiled condition. 

 Within minutes, several attendants exited the main house with buckets of water, mops, and disinfectants in hand. They cleaned the entire front area of the stage, removing every last vestige of sperm and the plastic sheeting that had been laid down earlier. The lawn directly in front of the arena was covered over with tarp to prevent anyone from slipping and falling on the semen-slick grass.

As the rest of the people exited the arena, only Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl remained along with Alice, Bonnie, and Philip, who was now standing silent and obedient as she began once more to berate him. Most women at this point would have opted to take their argument indoors, or better yet, avoid the confrontation entirely by walking away. Not Bonnie. In this respect she was like me: she would rather confront an issue head on rather than ignore it and let it fester. This was fine in itself, but unlike me, instead of keeping her arguments private, she would turn the entire affair into a public spectacle. I could tell by the determined look on her face that this is exactly what she now intended to do. Telling Alice to return to her seat, she took her husband in hand.

"Come with me!" she ordered Philip, as she led him by his penis toward the microphone.

"Bonnie don't you think..." I started to say.

"Relax, sis," she said calmly. "I'm not mad at you."

Although I was pleased to hear that my sister was on my side once more, I viewed her handling of Philip with some trepidation.

"What do you think she's going to do?" Rebecca asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "Maybe you and the girls should go and get yourselves washed up."

"Okay, boss. But I kind of like the way this cum clings to your fingers," she said with a giggle. "Funny stuff, isn't it?"

As my three friends started to walk away, Bonnie caught their attention.

"No, don't go. We're all in this thing together."

The girls looked at me for direction.

"It's okay," I said reassuringly. "Stay with me."

Noticing my friends' sperm-coated hands, Bonnie ordered her attendants to bring some wet towels. These items were shortly provided, and as the three girls began to clean the cum off their hands, Bonnie smiled at me. The four of us stood several feet away to the left of her and her husband, waiting to see what she would do. Still maintaining her grip on Philip's penis, my sister addressed the audience.

"My husband would like to make a public confession."

She turned to Philip.

"If you please..."

It must have been awkward for him to be standing there on stage naked with his balls in his wife's hands. I could only imagine the things that were running through his head as he sought to find the words to explain his treachery. It seemed that he was no longer her "dear" husband and would have to be punished. What form that punishment would take I couldn't guess, but knowing my sister's proclivity for theatrics, it was bound to be a production on a grand scale.

"Ladies," he began, "my intention was to provide my wife with a spectacular birthday, and in this respect I believe I have succeeded."

Philip drew away from the microphone, hesitant to continue. Bonnie glowered at him.

"I'll rip these things right off," she said threateningly, "if you disobey me." 

She tightened her grip on his balls for emphasis, and his face expressed visible pain. I noticed his scrotum was beginning to swell—a positive indication that he had been taking EJAX-472 for at least several days, contrary to what he had led me to believe.

"About a week ago I was contacted by a man who told me that he was in the possession of a drug that could increase the volume and distance of a man's ejaculation. At first I thought it was just a crank phone call, but after learning of my sister's discovery of EJAX-472 and the man's association with her experiment, subsequently corroborated by my dear wife, I decided to meet with him to purchase the drug."

"What man are you referring to you?" I demanded of Philip, wanting to know whom it was who had ripped me off.

"Well," he replied, quickly looking around, "he's here tonight." 

He looked out toward the bandstand and pointed to a smallish man in a black and white polka dot clown suit sitting on a small red tricycle. "That's him," he said, "the little guy on the bike."

No sooner had Philip finished speaking than the evil clown made a mad dash over the lawn toward the front of the house, running over flowers and shrubs as he frantically pedaled his little tricycle. 

"Get him!" I cried.

Several attendants tried to capture him but the clown was too fast for them. In his desperate attempt to flee, the he crashed his vehicle into a bunch of women seated in the last row of chairs. As he fell off his bike, several of the women who were still standing began beating him with their fists in a fit of anger. At the same moment I saw Kira the Amazon appear on stage. She had responded to my plea and rushed onto the lawn in the direction of the melee, brandishing a boomerang in her hands. The clown had beaten off his attackers and was now running again at full speed toward the front gate. Curses assailed him as he tripped and fell repeatedly into the multitudinous bushes and underlying shrubs that adorned the periphery of the flower garden. 

Steadying her splendid six foot, five inch frame, Kira raised the boomerang above her head, aiming it toward the running man. With one graceful gesture, her arm swung out, releasing the weapon into the air. The boomerang flew out over the heads of the audience in the direction of the fleeing clown and hit him in the back of his head, felling him. All of us cheered at seeing him brought low and in seconds several attendants had captured him and brought him on stage kicking and screaming. Kira was given a standing ovation for her marvelous feat, and she bowed gracefully, recognizing their appreciation with a regal nod.

"Get that little mother fucker up here!" Bonnie ordered her attendants.

As the evil clown was carried onto the stage I had an impulse to punch him in the face. There was something about him, something eerily familiar about his sinister laugh that tormented me since he first hosed me down earlier in the day. My intuition told me that my previous baptism by water, and the menacing way he had attempted to whip me, was not done in an attempt to induce a chuckle from the audience, but to physically abuse me publicly, and performed solely at his own discretion. Hiding behind that black and white makeup lay the true identity of the man who had stolen my life's work. It was time for him to make amends.

Two muscular attendants held the clown from each side, restraining him. He looked straight ahead, not moving a muscle. 

"Get me something to take this crap off his face," Bonnie said to one of the attendants as she finally let go of Philip's testicles.

While she waited for the man to return, my sister looked the clown over from head to foot.

"Take off his hat," she instructed.

The attendant pulled off the clown's hat and threw it aside revealing a head topped with dark, curly hair.

"A gentleman always removes his hat in the presence of a lady," Bonnie said, chastising him.

The clown started to say something in reply but thought the better of it and simply shrugged. 

"I'll bet you wanted to tell me to fuck off, didn't you, you little prick," she said. "What's your name?"

The clown remained silent, refusing to look at my sister.

"I asked you what your name is asshole!" she shouted.

Again the clown remained unmoving.

"Philip," she said trying to keep her anger in check, "who is he?"

"He never gave me his name," he replied nervously.

Bonnie looked at him with scorn. "Are you telling me that you don't know the names of the people you do business with?"

"Oh, I do, I do," he said somewhat embarrassed, "but not in this particular line of business, my dear."

"Well, what do you know about him?"

"Nothing, my dear. Nothing."

The attendant returned holding a small bottle and a rag in his hands.

"Wipe that shit off his face please," she ordered.

The attendant opened the bottle and tipped it forward, releasing a small amount of clear liquid onto the rag. As he went to apply the solution to the clown's face, the little bastard raised both his legs up and kicked outward, sending the attendant flying across the stage and onto his back.

"You little fuck!" Bonnie screamed as she drove her fist into his face.

The evil clown howled in pain as he reeled back from the blow. 

"Put him on the recliner before he hurts someone else," I said to Bonnie.

"Hey!" she said smiling. "Great idea sis!" 

She turned to her attendants.

"Bring that rack thing out here right now and strap this asshole into it."

The clown looked at me, his eyes full of hate.

The adjustable wooden recliner was rolled out, the same device that had previously secured the lion man, and the evil clown was strapped into it standing upright, his arms and legs spread-eagled. Through it all, he remained silent.

"I'm going to take your makeup off now," Bonnie said to the clown, "and if you make any attempt to bite me or spit at me, I'm going to have one of these very big and strong gentlemen take over and I'll order them to slap your face repeatedly until all the makeup if off. Do you understand?"

The clown nodded once. Pleased at his response, Bonnie proceed to remove the makeup. About halfway through she turned to me and offered me the rag.

"Go ahead, sis. This is the little shit who stole from you. By rights, you should have the honor."

Anxious to learn the identity of this miserable creature, I grabbed the rag out of her hands and quickly resumed where she had left off. As I wiped away the makeup I could sense his hatred of me, and this made me wipe his face even harder, trying to make the experience more unpleasant for him. 

Slowly, as each swipe of the cloth brought me further toward the truth, so also did the fragmented pieces of memory begin to coalesce into something more tangible. I knew this person. And had the makeup been applied less carefully, I might have discovered his true identity earlier on, before he had a chance to do any mischief. Now, on the verge of his identity being revealed, he remained unmoving, only the vaguest hint of a smirk appearing on his face.

I must have been standing too close to him to realize the point at which the makeup had fallen away enough to discover what lie beneath. Like a person who stands too close to a painting to recognize any details, and instead sees only a blurred outline, so it was with me when I finally had removed the last of the greasepaint. 

"Oh, fuck, it's him!" Cheryl exclaimed with a mixture of disgust and amusement.

At the very moment she uttered those words, I jumped back instinctively, as if suddenly confronted with a sickening realization. The only one of my former test subjects who had served to cause me untold grief had returned in the guise of a clown.

"Fucking whores," was the first thing out of his mouth. It was directed at all of us and delivered in a most menacing tone.

Bonnie pulled me away from the man, sensing my distress. Before I knew what was happening, my sister had lifted her leg up and delivered a sharp kick right into the smirking clown's nuts. He screamed in agony.

"That's for calling us whores!" she said, losing her temper. "Sis, tell everybody who this mother fucker is."

"This," I said raising my voice so that everyone could hear, "is Luis Ramon Hernandez, one of the subjects of my EJAX-472 experiment that was conducted last week at my Clinic. This is the man who stole the drug and all my research papers."

The audience responded with outright anger.

"How did you do it huh, shit head?" Cheryl asked the fallen clown.

"Why don't you ask him!" Luis replied, looking at Philip.

Bonnie's husband backed away in fear. "What do you mean ask me?" he said, his voice faltering. "How the hell should I know what you did?"

"You paid me to do it you fucking gringo!" Luis screamed.

If guilt was a tangible commodity that could be worn on a person's face like a smile or a frown, then Philip Olmstead's expression was riddled with it. His wife was too well acquainted with his singular idiosyncrasies to be fooled by his feeble attempt to act the part of the innocent victim. She stood with her legs wide apart, hands on hips, and looked back and forth several times at him and Luis.

"Come here, Philip," she ordered.

"Sweetheart, I..."

"Come here, Philip!" she said emphatically. "I won't ask you again."

Taking small steps, he made his way closer to his wife.

"Please, don't grab my balls," he pleaded.

"Is what he said true?" 

"Promise you won't..."

"Is what he said true?" she demanded.

Knowing that his precious balls were on the line, Philip could do nothing but admit the truth.

"Yes, yes, it's all true," he blurted out. "It was all planned from the beginning."

"Fucking stupid hombre!" Luis yelled. 

Rebecca warned him to shut up but Luis spit at her, calling her several horrible names.

"What you called me can only be compliments to you senior!" she said as she kicked him squarely in the balls.

Luis let out an agonizing scream as his head rolled back in pain.

"You'd better watch what you say jerkoff or else you'll be going home a eunuch!" Cheryl advised him.

"Sis," Bonnie said turning to me, "it's your ballgame."

Without further prompting, I took matters in hand, knowing full well that my sister had now given me carte blanche do with her husband and Luis as I saw fit. All through the entire scene the audience had remained galvanized in their seats, waiting upon our every word. Philip's admission of guilt had startled them and I think they were taking some sort of perverse pleasure in seeing him brought down by his more able and powerful wife.

"I want you to tell everyone exactly what happened." I said to Philip. "And don't leave anything out. You are going to be punished either way, but if you stick to the truth I may let you go off easy." I turned to Luis. "And as for you, you will speak only when spoken to. If you utter just one word without being asked, I'll have my friends here kick your balls off. Do I make myself clear?"

The little bastard made no indication that he had heard me, and this angered me even more. But to show him that I was indeed serious, I had Rebecca, Maria, and Cheryl strip him. 

Ignoring his protests, the girls had his clothes off him in a matter of seconds. This delighted the women in the audience who cheered the girls on as each piece of his clown outfit was ripped from his body with complete disregard for his dignity. He now stood before us completely naked, his compact, muscular body the object of both ridicule and desire to his female onlookers.

"The next foot that connects with your scrotum will be mine," Maria warned Luis. "So you better do as Dr. Swensen tells you. Got it?"

Luis looked away and said nothing.

I indicated to Philip that he tell his story. I knew this was a distasteful task for him but I felt no sympathy for his pathetic show of innocence, which he tried to employ as a pretext for saving what little credibility he had left. Showing reluctance to address the crowd, Bonnie glared at him and pointed to the microphone. I saw him cower at her orders and this made me dislike him even more.

"I...I want to apologize to my wife for my lack of foresight and I hope she will forgive me," he said meekly.

"Cut the bullshit!" a woman shouted from the audience.

He looked at me for a moment before resuming and I could sense that he was genuinely distraught.

"This guy Luis," he said pointing to the clown, "is a professional thief and a drug dealer. As most of you people are aware, I have connections all over this country and practically nothing escapes my attention. When I learned through my sources about the success of Christiana's...I mean, Dr. Swensen's drug, I contacted Luis and he agreed to take part in a plot to steal the drug from the Clinic."

At this point, Philip paused, overcome with shame at his admission to being the architect of the crime. Bonnie's face reflected mixed emotions at his confession: embarrassment for her husband and repugnance at his involvement in the sordid escapade.

"I saw to it that his medical records were falsified," he continued, "and used my power to get him to partake in the experiment. His presence there was just an elaborate hoax to steal the drug, nothing more. He simply picked the locks and walked out with the goods. I paid him a great deal of money for his services and I wound up with a drug that I could market. I didn't realize how powerful EJAX-472 really was until tonight and its success has spelled my doom."




EJAX-472: Ch. 05



The audience went wild. Many of the women left their seats and gathered around the front of the stage in an effort to get a better view. They cheered as they watched Philip's ass being fucked by Joey's thick cock, the dwarf's immense testicles swaying to and fro in time with his thrusts. Every now and then, Rebecca and Maria would slap the bottom of either Joey or Philip if they felt either one was slacking off. Kira held Joey at the base of his penis, using her hand to help keep his cock from dislodging from Philip's asshole.

Philip was reduced to tears. The agony of being sodomized by such a large penis and the discomfort of having to have his mouth ravaged by Luis' equally large tool, made his whole body shudder. Joey and Luis, on the other hand, were so overcome by the drug that they no longer seemed to care about the fact that they were having sex with another man. The two of them were now beginning to enjoy themselves: each man thrusting his prick into Philip's dual orifices with relish. Philip tried to make several efforts to speak, but Bonnie grabbed him by both ears and forced his head back and forth repeatedly so that he was unable to remove his mouth from Luis' cock. Up and down his head went, his face disappearing into the dense triangle of hair around Luis' prick. Cheryl kept one of her hands on Luis' balls, squeezing them gently to encourage more sperm production. The two women giggled each time Bonnie forced his head back, noticing the first traces of precum beginning to collect around Philip's mouth. Over and over his lips glided over the young Latino's prick as his ass was pounded mercilessly from behind. Finally, realizing that his resistance only encouraged his wife to greater effort, Philip began to suck Luis' cock in earnest, so much so that Bonnie removed her hands from his head and allowed him to perform the blowjob on his own.

I almost burst out laughing when I noticed that, contrary to my wishes, both Packi and Pompi were sucking Philip's cock and balls. Packi had swallowed the entire length of his tool down her dainty throat while Pompi sucked on his nuts. Seeing that Philip was now taking his punishment without complaint, I allowed the girls to give him whatever pleasure they desired, since they seemed to be enjoying themselves too. It must have been a mixed blessing for Philip, who had to be having a difficult time deciding which of the various sensations were giving him the most pleasure—or pain.

Luis suddenly mumbled something in Spanish and I knew he was about ready to shoot his load. Bonnie and Cheryl noticed this too and together they helped both men increase their tempo so that Philip's head now became a blur as it rocked to and fro over Luis' pounding cock.

"I want you to swallow every drop, Philip," Bonnie said sweetly. "Just like you've seen me do to you."

"Fuck his mouth!" Cheryl screamed to Luis. "Fill his fucking mouth full of cum!"

With a stifled cry, Luis started to ejaculate. Bonnie immediately forced Philip's head down onto the huge prick, impaling Luis' cock on the back of her husband's throat, allowing his mouth to absorb the full length of the spurting tool, and preventing him from moving upwards. 

Philip's face registered shock as the first spurt of semen shot out of Luis' cock and flew into his throat. He swallowed quickly as the thick ropes of cum followed one after the other, focusing all his attention on getting as much of the sticky cream down his throat as possible. Unable to shift his head, he was literally forced to drink the salty fluid in huge gulps without pausing to collect any of the cum in his mouth for fear that he might gag.

"Drink it all down you son of a bitch," Bonnie said as she firmly held his head in place. 

Joey was now on the verge of orgasm himself. I could tell that he wanted to pull his cock out of Philip's ass, but Rebecca, Maria, and Kira held him in place, forcing him to erupt inside Philip's quivering sphincter. With a howl, Joey drove his cock all the way into Philip's ass as he let go a continuous stream of sperm deep into Philip's waiting cavity. All of the women laughed as they watched his balls heave up and down with each release of his sperm. Philip bucked his lower body as Joey's hot cum shot into him, trying to dislodge the invasive tool from his tortured asshole. But the girls kept the dwarf's prick deep inside him and refused to let his cock escape. 

It was a long orgasm, for both men. At last, when it looked to Bonnie as if Philip were about to gag, she pulled his head off of the still spurting cock and allowed the final remaining shots to splash into his face, coating his feature with a thick, slimy paste. Cheryl continued to masturbate Luis' until his prick was completely drained of sperm, thrilled at her victory over the downtrodden little clown. The two women laughed and congratulated each other as they turned their attention to Philip's rear.

Thick rivulets of sperm were now dripping out of Philip's asshole as Joey's orgasm continued. Finally, the volume of liquid itself forced Joey's prick out of Philip's butt, causing it to slide out with a loud pop. Rebecca and Maria quickly grabbed the squirting prick as stream after stream of creamy sperm shot off in every direction. A few of the spurts landed directly in my hair and I was forced to run away to avoid getting soaked. Joey was aware that I had been hit and he reacted with glee at my baptism by his own juices. The girls managed to coax out several more intense bursts of white before the great prick was finally depleted. By the time it was over, most of the women on stage, including several women in the audience, had been bathed in the little man's cum.

Finally, Philip himself started to orgasm. It was Packi's mouth that swallowed most of his load before Pompi, who rudely pulled his cock out of her partner's mouth, wrapped her tiny mouth around it and absorbed the remainder of his creamy offering. Satisfied with their performance, the two tiny girls got up and took a bow, performing a set of intricate flips before disappearing behind the stage.

Philip fell to the floor in a heap. As much as Bonnie had despised her husband for his terrible behavior, she still loved him; the punishment serving as a form of redemption that softened her to him as it had so often done in the past. Philip would make amends. Bonnie would see to it. 

"Are you all right darling?" she asked, as she cradled her husband's head in her lap.

"Yes...Yes, dear," he replied, weakly.

"It's okay now, it's all over," she said, comforting him.

She had several attendants carry Philip into the house and then turned her attention to Joey.

"I want you and your troupe to get the fuck out of here, and I never want to see you or those fucking balls of yours ever again!"

"Not so fast miss," he said defiantly. "There's a matter of 10,000 pounds your husband owes me, and I ain't leavin' here till he's paid up."

Bonnie called out to Alice to retrieve her pocketbook from the house and in a matter of minutes the girl returned with the purse and handed it to my sister. 

"To whom do I make out the check?" she asked.

"To me," he replied smugly. "Joey Balls."

She quickly wrote out a check and handed it to the grinning dwarf.

"There's your money," she said. "Take it and get out."

Joey looked at the check and handed it to Kira.

"You know miss," he began, "there are laws against sodomy, even in this sexually liberated country of yours. I've a good mind to report you to the police after what you did to me."

"For your information Mr. Balls, Philip told me that you were bisexual, so don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it. And as far as the police are concerned, my husband owns them, so go right ahead and complain. I really don't give a shit."

She started to walk away from him but he wasn't finished.

"Don't turn your back on me miss, I ain't done talking to you."

My sister abruptly halted, her back toward him.

"Go away before I lose my temper."

I could sense a confrontation was imminent and I advised Joey to do as Bonnie asked.

"I'll leave all right," he said to me, "but not before I've spoken my mind to the lot of you."

Bonnie turned around to face him.

"Say what you've got to say and get out."

It was difficult for all of us to take him seriously being dressed as he was in his ridiculous bushman's hat. But because he had provided us with such superior entertainment, Bonnie must have felt she owed it to him to listen.

"I ain't no wimp like your husband," he said proudly. "I may be small but at least I'm a real man."

A few of the women chuckled.

"What's your definition of a 'real' man?" Bonnie asked with a smirk.

"Simply this: A real man don't take crap from any woman, especially not from a bloody tart like you."

"Oh, really?" Bonnie replied with disdain.

"That's right miss."

"Why don't you go away you little jerk?" Cheryl said.

Ignoring her comment, Joey continued.

"I don't like the fact that I was coerced into performing for this group of voyeurs. You used me, and you used my people, that's what you did. It ain't ethical."

Bonnie was fuming and struggled to keep her temper in check.

"Striking a deal with my husband to purchase stolen drugs is not ethical either you little hypocrite. Now get the fuck off my property or I'll have you thrown out."

"Go ahead and lose your temper miss, I don't mind. You might be able to cuckold your husband, but you can't control me. Nobody controls me, not Joey Balls."

"Yeah, tell 'em Joey!" Luis suddenly exclaimed. "Tell the fucking bitches off!"

"Remember what I told you fuck face!" Maria yelled back at him.

Luis was still tied to the wooden frame and I could tell that he was quite exhausted. Instead of replying, he just hung his head down and laughed incoherently.

"I'd say you were controlled pretty damn well Joey," Rebecca observed. "You performed for us just like a trained monkey."

Joey's face grew dark.

"If that's what you want to believe miss, that's your business. I did what I had to do only so I'd get paid."

"Well, you've been paid," Bonnie reminded him. "Now get the hell out. I won't ask you again."

"I'm happy to be leavin' you miss. Happy indeed. I'll have my men come by first thing tomorrow morning and remove all my stuff off your property."

"Fine. Just go."

Kira said nothing the entire time. I surmised that she chose to remain uninvolved because her paycheck was at stake. So although she seemed inclined to favor Bonnie's position, she remained faithful to Joey simply out of fear of retribution.

Joey started to walk out of the arena but didn't get very far before he stopped dead in his tracks and started shaking.

"What's wrong with you?" Kira asked him.

"I don't know," replied the startled dwarf. "All of a sudden I feel very strange."

In a matter of a few seconds, and to our utter amazement, Joey's cock became fully erect, his balls quivering with the onrush of sperm. 

"Look at this!" Alice squealed, pointing to his quickly filling sac.

The little man's entire body began to shake uncontrollably as his hand was forced downward to his crotch.

"Shit!" he screamed, as the drug took possession of him.

I had seen this phenomenon only once and it occurred during my original experiments with male lab rats. I had termed it "involuntary ejaculation" and Joey was showing all the symptoms. Unable to help himself, he grabbed the base of his prick and began stroking it wildly, desperate to cum. 

Before any of us could do anything, several thick ropes of sperm came flying out of his cock in our direction. Bonnie took the brunt of the first assault, her legs and upper torso quickly saturated with Joey's hot spunk.

"You fucking pig!" she screamed at him.

Kira stood well out of the way, looking on in disbelief as huge streams of cum shot out of Joey's cock, one after the other.

Both Maria and Cheryl got splashed several times even though they were running away from him. I myself managed to dodge the first several spurts but was finally brought low with a third ejaculation that seemed to go on forever. Most of the sticky fluid fell on my back but Rebecca was not so fortunate. Being closest to Joey, she got hit in the face and hair with three consecutive blasts and ran toward the house, squealing all the way.

Luis was in hysterics. Seeing the people he hated most being covered in Joey's sperm made him cry out with joy.

"Fucking bitches!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Viva Joey Balls!"

Maria didn't find this at all funny and decided to make good on her promise.

"Viva Maria!" she exclaimed, as she brought her foot up into his naked sac.

Luis cried out in agony.

Alice had been the only one of us to escape unharmed. She simply stood where she was, admiring the amount of sperm that was flying out of Joey's cock.

"Whoa!" she said as one long strand of cum barely missed her face.

Just then Patti Ann and Michelle came running up.

"Well, Patti Ann," I said. "It's good to see you again."

"I guess I passed out," the girl admitted.

"You missed a great show."

"Seems like it's still going on," she said pointing at Joey.

"This place is turning into a madhouse," Michelle commented.

"Look at him go!" said Patti Ann, as another volley of sperm shot out toward the empty chairs.

"I'm telling you, Christiana," Michelle said, "that stuff of yours is lethal."

"I've got to get back to the lab," I replied. "This shouldn't be happening."

The cum continued to spew out of Joey's prick for a good two minutes. During that time most of the women in the audience had panicked and had left the area for fear of being hit with his spunk. 

"I'm going to make that little fuck pay for this!" Bonnie said, as she wiped the sperm from her face with some tissues.

"It wasn't his fault," I said. "It's his reaction to the drug."

"I don't care. I don't like the son of a bitch and I want him out of here now!"

We watched Joey fire off a few more shots of sperm and then it was over.

"This is all your fault you damned bitch!" he said pointing at me.

With strands of cum still hanging off his prick, he suddenly came towards me, anger written all over his face. 

"I'm going to break your little neck I am!" he cried out.

Four burly attendants quickly intercepted Joey and managed to restrain him, much to my relief. He was small, but powerful, and I knew he could have hurt me—if he really wanted to.

"How dare you threaten my sister!" Bonnie shouted. 

"Look what she's done to me! I'm a bloody freak!"

"You were a freak before you started taking her drug."

"Well, fuck you miss!" Joey spat.

Bonnie's face turned a bright red.

"That's it! You're out of here you little bastard!"

He made a motion to attack my sister, but the four strongmen held him fast.

"I thought you were a gentleman," Bonnie began, "but you're nothing more than a common thug!"

She ordered the men to lift Joey up.

"I think it's time you were leaving."

"Hey!" he protested. "What the fuck are you doin' you crazy bitch? Put me down!"

"Follow me boys," she said as the reluctant dwarf was carried off. The entire entourage followed her to the area behind the stage where the large cannon was standing on the lawn adjacent to the tennis court. Curious to know what was going on, most of the women caught up with us as we hurriedly made our way toward the huge gray howitzer. Joey must have had a premonition about what was to take place because he kicked and screamed all the way.

"Bonnie, what are you going to do to him?" I asked with concern.

"He's going for a ride."

"You don't mean..." I said, glancing at the cannon.

Instead of replying she giggled like a little girl.

"No. You can't do that. Bonnie, it's dangerous!"

Arriving at the cannon, she ordered her attendants to put the little man down.

"If you think I'm goin' in there miss, you're fuckin' crazy," Joey said, nervously.

"You!" she said to one of her attendants. "Do you know how to work this thing?"

"Yes, Ms. Olmstead. All you have to do is..."

"Never mind, just get it ready."

"Bonnie, please," I said. "He could be seriously hurt. He has no protection."

She thought it over for a minute.

"Bonnie!"

"Oh, all right sis!"

She ordered one of her attendants to bring out a uniform and helmet. When Joey saw the clothing he had a fit.

"No! No!" he cried. "I don't want to go in there! Please don't shoot me out of the cannon!"

He started weeping then, cursing Bonnie and all women alike for their hardhearted ways.

The men finally got him dressed and it was a sight to behold. The helmet fit him well enough, but the clothing—a blue and white satin affair that would have normally fit a six-foot tall man—hung off him like a burlap sac. His balls simply couldn't be accommodated for, so the uniform was not zippered shut but rather fastened together with a few safety pins, leaving his two huge testicles exposed to the open air. It was an absolutely ludicrous sight, which caused no end of derision and comments from the crowd. I then saw Rebecca approach, still bearing traces of Joey's ejaculate in her hair.

"Nice outfit Joey," she teased him as she rejoined the group.

Joey's face expressed the terror of a frightened child.

"Please miss, "he said to Bonnie, "I didn't do nothin' to deserve this kind of punishment. Let me walk out of here on my own two good legs."

"I gave you plenty of opportunity to do just that, but you refused," Bonnie replied sternly. 

"I was wrong about that miss, I was," he said in an apologetic tone. "Can't we let bygones be bygones?"

"It's too late for that now. You threatened me and my sister and I simply can't let you go without a royal sendoff."

She indicated that Joey was to be helped into the nozzle of the big gun.

"No! Please! Let me go!" he screamed as the four muscular attendants lifted him up and placed him feet first into the giant barrel.

It was a hilarious sight watching him kick and scream as his tiny body was lowered gently into the cannon. Once he was securely placed into the cylinder, one of the men removed Joey's hands from the rim of the cannon, forcing him to slide down into the barrel as it was being raised up.

"Noooo!" he cried, his reverberating voice fading away as he disappeared into the blackness.

"Aim for the pool!" Bonnie ordered the attendant.

The man touched a control on the cannon that raised the giant nozzle up so that it was pointing directly toward the Olympic-sized swimming pool on the opposite end of the lawn—a hundred feet away. Bonnie told him to wait for her to give the command before firing.

"Joey," she said standing at the mouth of the barrel. "Can you hear me?"

"Fuck you, miss!"

His thin voice sounded like it was coming from miles away.

"Bon voyage Joey!" she said excitedly. "I hope you and your balls have a nice trip!"

Bonnie ordered everyone to back away to a safe distance as she gave the order to fire the cannon.

"Don't think I won't pay you back for this," the tiny voice exclaimed," you miserable little fluffers, you fuckin' daughters of whores, you..."

"Fire!" she yelled.

A huge ball of yellow smoke accompanied by a deafening boom made everyone jump out of their skins as the cannon rocked backward from the repercussion. From the tip of the barrel a smallish blur of white and blue flew out over the lawn at incredible speed, the elfin figure cutting a perfect trajectory as it sliced through the air on its way toward the watery target. Several seconds later, Joey's little body had ceased its ascent and was now plummeting headfirst into the deep end of the pool. He hit the surface of the water with such force that a huge tidal wave resulted, drenching the men who were waiting for him to land.




EJAX-472: Ch. 05



"Perfect shot!" Bonnie said, congratulating the man who had fired the cannon.

As the men retrieved the dazed little man from the pool the crowd cheered and applauded my sister. 

"Bonnie, you're too much!" Michelle said laughing. "Just too much!"

We all watched as the attendants escorted Joey to the front gate and then pushed him through it, warning him not to come back.

Kira was still standing with us, laughing right along with the rest of the women at Joey's ignoble exit.

"You're always welcome here," Bonnie said to the Amazon. "But your boss is not."

"I don't blame you Ms. Olmstead," she replied. "Joey was very rude to all of you and he got what he deserved."

"I'm sorry I had to do this, but he had to be taught a lesson."

"Speaking of lessons," Cheryl said. "What about our other little friend over there?"

She pointed to the figure of Luis, who was still hanging suspended from the wooden frame.

"Oh, I forgot about him," Bonnie said, almost as an afterthought.

"You can't leave him hanging like that Bonnie," I said. "Take him down."

"Feeling pity for the man who tried to ruin your career?"

"Please, Bonnie."

"Sure sis, sure," she replied.

She sent several of her men to retrieve and dress the now defunct clown as she gave the order to prepare the cannon for another round of fire. 

"Are you going to shoot him into the pool too?" Rebecca asked.

"Not quite," Bonnie replied with a devilish grin.

Luis was led up clothed in a jumpsuit and helmet. He looked disheveled and quite disoriented from his recent ordeal, but that did not stop him from insulting us. I noticed that his hands and feet were not bound, and as such, it took several men to restrain him.

"Go ahead and insult us all you like," Bonnie said to him, "it only makes my task easier."

Luis looked at her as if she were a piece of fresh meat.

"You know what I'd like to do to you right now?" he said hoarsely. "I'd like to fuck your brains out!"

Bonnie laughed.

"I'll bet you would you little prick, but we don't have time for that right now 'cause you're going on a little trip."

"Oh yeah, bitch? You think you're going to do the same thing to me that you did to that little man?"

"Not exactly," she replied coyly. "I have a different destination for you in mind."

All of a sudden his face turned pale as he looked around at the sea of female bodies pressing in all around him.

"Somebody do something!" Luis cried. "Dr. Swensen, don't let her do this to me!"

"Every action has its consequences Luis," I said. "You should have thought about that before you stole my formula."

"Throw the son of a bitch in!" Bonnie ordered her attendants.

"Get away from me you fucking assholes!" he screamed at the men as several pairs of arms reached out to grab him.

Amidst the shouting and cheering of the crowd and amidst Luis' incessant litany of curses, he was finally forced down into the mouth of the cannon. 

"Give my regards to all your drug-dealing friends amigo!" Bonnie shouted as she gave the order to fire the cannon once again.

"You fucking bitch!" cried the voice from within the cannon. "I'm going to fuck you up right up your lily white, Swedish ass, you fucking whore, you..."

Fire!"

The cannon jerked back on its supports, and with a great boom spit the former foul-mouthed little clown high into the night sky at tremendous speed. I could still hear him cursing as he sailed through the air toward the pool. But something was wrong. Unlike Joey before him, his trajectory was off. In fact, he overshot the pool entirely and just kept on arcing higher and higher into the sky until he flew straight over the estate wall, landing headfirst into a grove of apple trees just beyond the surrounding hedges.

"God, that felt good!" Bonnie said with a hearty laugh.

The crowd went wild.

Cheryl and Maria did a little impromptu dance to commemorate the event while Rebecca and I hugged each other with glee. The twins momentarily shared in all the excitement but were soon engaged in an argument and thereafter seemed oblivious to what was going on around them. Kira just looked at them and frowned.

"I'd like to borrow this cannon from you Bonnie," Michelle said. "There are a few people I'd like to get rid of myself."

"This thing belongs to Joey Balls," she replied with a smile. "You'll have to ask him, if you can find him!"

We all began squealing like a bunch of hyenas. Simply imagining the sight of the insolent dwarf's recent sojourn through the night sky was enough to provoke fits of laughter from everyone.

"Well, ladies," Bonnie said. "Show's over. Time to go home!"

In took well over an hour for the all people to leave. Bonnie made it a point to say goodbye to everyone and she received many well wishes for her birthday as well as congratulations for disposing of the two fools. 

After assuring Michelle that I would look into the matter of the "involuntary ejaculation" problem as soon as possible, she left, hugging me warmly. The maids were now cleaning up the house, running back and forth from room to room trying to wipe off the traces of food and drink from the night's excesses. Rebecca had stayed behind, along with Maria and Cheryl, for a final drink with my sister and me.

"You don't think we killed him do you?" Cheryl asked me.

"Nope," I replied. "One of the attendants told me he saw Luis running away."

"Probably got a few bruises though," Rebecca said.

"I think we bruised his ego a lot more," Bonnie chuckled.

Maria looked thoughtful. "I would watch out for him. He's very crafty. All that clown stuff and everything...I think he will be back."

"There's always that chance Maria," Bonnie said.

"Where's Philip?" I inquired.

"Somewhere in the house doing something."

The five of us sat for moment in silence watching the maids hard at work.

"Sis," Bonnie said suddenly, "I'm sorry for everything. I don't know what's happened to Philip. I thought I knew him better."

"Don't worry about it Bonnie. The formula is safe again in my hands."

"That's not what I mean," she said, her voice growing softer.

The other girls and I remained silent, waiting for her to continue. When she didn't speak, Rebecca broke the silence.

"What's wrong Bonnie?" 

My sister took a drink from her glass and spoke slowly.

"I consider all of you my friends, so I feel that I can trust you."

I felt a confession coming on. The girls, anxious to hear what she had to say, encouraged her to continue. Looking straight at me she began.

"There can be no love without trust right? Well, I don' think I can trust Philip anymore."

The maids continued to work around us as we sat silently staring at each other wondering what she was getting at.

"I don't think I can forgive what he did to you sis. He almost turned me against you."

She paused to consider her next words.

"I'm not sure if I love him any longer. In fact, I'm thinking of asking him for a divorce."

At what point my sister had come to this realization I couldn't tell. The events of the day had depleted her energies and she looked very tired, probably saying things she only half believed or hadn't truly thought out.

"Bonnie," I said, "don't even think about that. You've been under a lot of stress today. You need time to relax. Give yourself a day or two and then tell your husband how you feel. Maybe you can work things out."

"Is that your professional advice, doctor?" she said with a slight smile.

"It is."

"That's good advice," Maria stated solemnly. "Listen to your sister."

"Absolutely," Rebecca said. "You don't want to make any decisions about your future until you've had a good night's rest."

Bonnie looked at Cheryl.

"And what do you think lady?"

"I want to be shot out of the cannon!" she blurted out, falling to the floor in hysterics.

All of us started laughing right along with her until Bonnie seemed to have regained some of her normal composure.

"Thanks girl, I really needed that."

Suddenly we heard the sound of screaming coming from an adjoining room. The five of us scrambled to our feet and made a headlong dash toward the source of the commotion. Bonnie was the first one there. 

"Oh, my God!" she said as she stood in the doorway leading to her bedroom.

"What is it? I said trying to get a glimpse.

She just stood there in shock.

"For Christ's sake, let us in!" I shouted.

Pushing her aside, the rest of us moved past her into the room.

"Holy fuck!" Rebecca exclaimed.

The two maids looked at us in horror, their faces and clothes looking like they had passed through a car wash.

"I can't fucking believe this! I can't believe it!" Maria exclaimed.

"Wow!" was all Cheryl could say.

There on the bed lay Philip, completely nude. In his hands he held his huge, stiff cock, and it was firing off rope after rope of creamy ejaculate high up in the air—so high that the ceiling above him was completely covered in sperm. Thick globs of his spunk hung precariously from the light fixture above his head and periodically fell down in huge pasty streams onto his body.

"Somebody help me!" he pleaded. "Make it stop!"

"Do something sis!" Bonnie screamed.

"There's nothing I can do," I replied. "He'll stop on his own...eventually."

The maids, who had tried to come to his aid, had gotten drenched with his out of control orgasm and stood there, like the rest of us, in complete awe at the man who was spurting cum like a fountain. He was experiencing the same "involuntary ejaculation" problem that had happened to Joey Balls earlier in the day.

As we watched Philip continue to ejaculate, I knew something would have to be done immediately. If this side effect of EJAX-472 was happening to him and Joey, then it might be happening to my former test subjects as well. For all my good intentions, I felt as if I had opened up a Pandora's box. 

About a minute later, Philip's orgasm did indeed end, much to everyone's relief. Bonnie saw to it that the exhausted man was showered and put to bed. She then had the entire room cleaned from top to bottom. The other girls and I helped her as much as we could and then left. As I stood in the doorway saying goodbye, Bonnie took my hand.

"You've got a big problem on your hands sis, much bigger than mine."

"I know," I replied. "It's an anomaly, some strange side effect...I can't account for it."

She placed a small black suitcase in my hands.

"All your stolen goods are in here—the drug, the papers, everything. Take them and find out what the hell is going on. Otherwise you're going to find yourself faced with a ton of lawsuits. And even I may not be able to help you."

"I'll get to work on it first thing in the morning," I said, kissing her on the cheek. 

"Good luck sis," she said, as I walked down the steps.

As I made my way to my car I suddenly had a horrible thought. What if the "involuntary ejaculation" problem wasn't the only side effect of EJAX-472? What if there were others? I thought the drug was safe. It had certainly passed the final testing stages with flying colors. But now I was seriously worried that the drug I had unleashed upon the world in order to solve men's sexual dysfunctions would only serve to create new problems: problems that could never be cured by simply swallowing a pill. It was with these thoughts in mind that I sped away into the uncertain darkness.





EJAX-472: Ch. 05



He thought of Ann's comment earlier this morning when she found him in the bathroom jerking off.

"Oh, John! Not again!" she said reprimanding him, but at the same time unable to hide her amusement.

"I should have locked the door," he replied with some measure of shame, but not enough to stop his hand from accomplishing its task.

"You do this every morning now," she said concerned, but still continuing to watch him. "Maybe we should call Dr. Swensen. You know she called here the other day looking for you."

"I know. I have to call her back. What do you think she wants?"

"She probably wants to do a follow-up check up on you and the other men. You'd better call her."

"Okay, as soon as I'm finished in here," he said, trying to placate her.

She frowned as he vigorously continued to pump away at his prick, aiming the head into the toilet bowl.

"You can't stop yourself can you?" she asked.

"If I really wanted to I could."

She didn't seem convinced. 

"Okay, then. "Pull your hand away."

"But I'm going to cum soon babe," he said breathing hard.

"I don't care," she replied. "Take your hand off your cock."

John looked at her with desperation in his eyes. It was impossible for him to comply.

"This is serious John." 

"I guess it's the drug. It must be controlling me."

With that she watched as his hand flew up and down his pole with increased speed. "You're so beautiful Ann. I want to look at you when I cum."

Ann shook her head numbly, helpless to do anything but watch as her husband relieved himself in front of her.

"You really need to tell the doctor about this," she said, as she got to her knees. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"What do you think?" she replied. "Shoot it all into my mouth and don't waste a drop."

Locking her hands under her chin, she opened her mouth wide just as John began to cum. Resting his huge prick on her bottom lip, he masturbated himself until he fired off a volley of sperm reminiscent of his performance during the EJAX-472 experiment.

Ann watched wide-eyed as her husband shot what must have been at least two pints of sperm down her throat. Whatever missed her mouth dribbled off her lips into her open palms, and this she eventually drank down with gusto. 

She was amazed at the length of his orgasm and the amount of sperm he had ejaculated. In the intervening weeks, he had performed in a more or less normal sexual fashion, but this recent incident made her wary about the drug's supposed benefits and convinced her that if her husband did not contact the doctor about it, she certainly would.

"You have a very pretty nose," he said aloud.

"What did you say Mr. Cardelli?" asked Helga, a cute, flaxen-haired girl with large breasts.

"I didn't say anything," he replied, without taking his eyes off his papers.

"Yes, you did sir." Bridget said. "You said, 'you have a pretty nose.'"

Some of the girls giggled.

"I was just talking to myself. Please get back to work."

"Do you think I have a pretty nose, Mr. Cardelli?" Bridget asked boldly, trying to entice him into a conversation.

John's cock was aching now. The constant straining against his pants was beginning to become uncomfortable and he would have to do something soon.

Slowly looking up from his desk, he made contact with the eyes of his favorite student. To John, a woman might be beautiful in many respects, but if she had an ugly nose, the whole illusion of physical loveliness was ruined. In Bridget's case, her nose was one of the most beautiful things about her. It was small and perfectly straight, both nostrils symmetrical and delicately fashioned. It was a nose that did not draw attention to itself, but when considered as part of the whole, it added immeasurably to the overall effect of pristine beauty.

"It's a lovely nose," he said, smiling at the flirtatious young woman.

Bridget rewarded him with a spectacular smile while simultaneously bouncing her leg up and down over her knee several times.

John watched each arc of her lovely limb as it rose and fell in a graceful and sensuous trajectory. Bridget noticed him looking and kept pumping her leg up and down even as his cock responded in a similar fashion within his pants. There was no doubt in her mind that she had now found his weakness, and she would exploit it to its fullest extent. The other girls noticed his concentration upon Bridget's legs too and began to whisper and giggle amongst themselves. He noticed that several other students in the front row were now also unconsciously (or consciously) mimicking their leggy classmate, hoping to draw his attention their way.

In a concerted effort to get his mind off his lewd thoughts and his insistent erection, John had the girls perform their oral presentations. One by one, each of them stood before the class and delivered her short speech in perfectly fluent French. For several minutes this ploy worked and he began to feel reassured when his mind once more began to concentrate upon his duties. But this was only a momentary respite. Although he was unaware of it at the time, there was a tremendous physiological transformation taking place in his reproductive organs, and his will would soon prove to be an inefficient master when pitted against the overpowering side effects of EJAX-472.

When it was Bridget's turn to speak, John paid particular attention to the way she moved out of her seat, stifling a groan as her skirt lifted itself higher in the process, exposing for a brief moment the white panties underneath. Involuntarily, his hand reached down between his legs and grasped the stiff and throbbing penis that was now undergoing the first stages of "involuntary ejaculation." Several times he tried to draw his hand away, but the build up of sperm was creating an enormous amount of pressure in his testicles. No sooner did he place his hand on his desk than he was immediately compelled to return it to its former position, masturbating himself through his pants.

Bridget delivered her recitation in flawless fashion, turning to look at her teacher several times with eyes full of smoldering sensuality. It was a love poem written by her in a Rabelaisian flavor, and reflected much of the same type of ribald content as the master's own prose; the sole purpose being to impress and eventually win over the handsome man's affections. At one point she actually turned to face him during one of the most erotic passages, trying to gauge his response to her evocative speech even as his own libido was nearing the limits of what he could physically withstand.

The combination of the drug's side effects and Bridget's obvious flirtation were beginning to break down his inhibitions. As he surveyed the young girl's lithe body, he found himself unbuttoning his trousers, desperately seeking to free the monstrous prick that now demanded release. While still watching her, he pulled down his zipper and forced the top of his underwear over his penis, allowing him to firmly grasp the solid slab of muscle. 

His cock felt like a firebrand in his hand as he slowly began to stroke it under his desk. There was no doubt in his mind that what he was doing was reprehensible. Yet, knowing this made it even more exciting. He tried to be as circumspect about his self-pleasuring as he could, but soon his breathing began to come in short gasps, his pumping growing more insistent.

He suddenly noticed that some of the girls were looking directly at him and not at Bridget.

"Sir, are you okay?" asked Rachael, a tiny, blonde girl in the second row.

This caused everyone to look at him, including Bridget, who noticed with a mixture of surprise and curiosity that her beloved teacher's hand was out of sight under the desk, moving furiously back and forth. He looked intently at the beautiful girl, his face flushed, and her female instincts told her that he was doing something she had often witnessed before on those occasions when she had offered her own hand to many a frustrated boy's prick.

"Sir?" Rachael asked again.

Regaining his senses momentarily, John's hand flew off his cock and Bridget caught a glimpse of its purple crown as it strained upward just above the horizon of the desk. 

Fighting against the uncontrollable urge to cum, John quickly tried to hide his penis under the desk, hoping that Bridget hadn't seen it. But it was too late. 

Seizing the opportunity, the girl walked over to him and boldly stared down at his crotch. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she pretended to treat him as if he were sick, calling several other girls to assist her.

"What's wrong sir?" she asked sweetly. "You're all sweaty."

Although both his hands were now resting on the desk, he could feel the incredibly pleasurable sensations continue as though a thousand invisible female hands were stroking him at once. He felt the tip of his prick bounce against the underside of the desk demanding to be touched, and breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it was safely out of sight. Six or seven girls now surrounded him, happy to be so close to their object of desire.

"I'll be all right," he said, breathing hard. "Please...return to your seats...ladies."

"But your face is all red," said Helga, with a worried look, her big tits almost in his face. "Do you need a doctor?"

"No, no," John replied. "It's just the side effect of some medication I'm taking."

"Let us help you sir," implored Abby, a very talkative 18-year-old with green eyes, very long black hair, and incredibly beautiful hands.

"There's nothing you can do. Just go back and sit down."

Bridget was not about to obey him. She wanted to let all the other girls know what her beloved teacher was hiding beneath his desk, for her own curiosity as much as theirs, and she was not about to let this chance go by.

"I think you should stand up sir," she said almost as a command. "It may help you to breathe better."

With those words the impulsive young woman grabbed the back of his chair with both hands and pulled backwards.

"No! Don't...!" John screeched.

Helga let out a sharp cry. 

"Oh my God!" another girl exclaimed.

There, for all the class to see, was John's erect 10-inch prick, sticking out from his pants at an angle, pointing obscenely toward the ceiling. Some of the girls stood there frozen with shock, others reacted with amusement. Bridget, knowing precisely what to expect, but impressed by the size of John's penis, half-smiled, her mouth partly open and her eyes wide and full of anticipation.

"Mr. Cardelli!" she exclaimed, overjoyed that she had induced such a reaction in him.

The rest of the class, eager to get a better look at the object of wonder, quickly rose en masse from their seats and formed a semicircle around the desk. It happened so fast that he didn't know what to do. He froze in his reclined position, reacting with puzzlement at the stubborn sexual appendage that refused to obey his will and that was now the object of scrutiny for the curious group of females surrounding him. 

As much as his ethical sensibilities told him that what he was doing was wrong, he made no attempt to hide his genitals from their view. He really couldn't help himself. In fact, he didn't want to help himself. With the drug's side effects now beginning to take hold of his body and mind, all he wanted was for the girls to use his body as they wished, and he was now ready to willingly and lovingly allow himself to become subject to their whim. Part of this sensation he realized was in fact due to the influence of the drug, whose hold upon him was unflinching. But the other part of it was due to his own repressed erotic desires manifesting themselves in deference to whatever semblance of conscience left remaining, the inherent moral barriers that would have forbade such an outrageous act now suppressed by both conscious desire and the effects of the drug. He had become completely subservient to this twin influence, and he was thrilled as he had never been before. 

The girls stared at the enormous penis before them, teetering back and forth like a huge oak tree bending in the wind. They made several comments about its size and shape—all complimentary—and spoke very candidly about their own sexual knowledge, which greatly impressed John. Instead of feeling shame, he felt incredibly aroused by their talk and actually began to play with himself in front of them.

"I guess Mr. Cardelli really likes us!" exclaimed Helga, as the entire class broke out into fits of unrestrained laughter.

Bridget noticed that none of the girls left the room, overcome as they were with curiosity over the handsome man's predicament. She looked longingly at his beautiful penis, thinking how wonderful it would be to coax an orgasm out of it, just like she often did with other young boys, only this would be a far greater conquest for her. Knowing that she had exposed his sexual faux pas gave her a great sense of power over him, and she wasted no time in exploiting her advantage.

"It's okay, Mr. Cardelli," she began brazenly. "It's okay if you want to jerk off for us. We wont' tell anybody."

"Yeah, come on sir," said Helga, "we'd like to watch you."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. These young girls had always seemed so demure and had never given him any hint of the lust that was evidently lurking just under the surface. He was completely dumbfounded and astonished at their aggressive behavior, but it was an invitation he could not refuse.

"I could lose my job," he mumbled, even as his hand worked harder on his prick. 

"Don't worry about that sir," Bridget said, watching with fascination as he stroked his immense tool. "Sandy's on the lookout."

Feeling a trifle more secure knowing that one of the girls was keeping watch, he began to masturbate himself in earnest.

As the girls' comments grew more brazen, so did his hand gradually increase its tempo until it raced over his immense length at great speed, causing Abby to giggle.

"Slow down, Mr. Cardelli," she said. "You're going to hurt yourself if you go any faster."

"I can't believe I'm doing this Abby," he said as he took in great gulps of air. "It's the god-damned drug you know. I really can't help it."

"What drug, Mr. Cardelli?" Helga inquired, stroking his hair.

"EJAX-472," he replied with a groan. "It's an experimental male fertility drug. I can't...I can't control it. I'm sorry, girls."

"Don't be sorry sir," said Abby attempting to comfort him. "You're so nice to us all the time. You're always so very nice...and so handsome."

"Yes, we know Abby Gabby," laughed Helga. "We all know you're in love with Mr. Cardelli."

The other girls joined Helga in teasing the naïve teen, but Abby couldn't take her eyes off her beloved teacher now turned exhibitionist.

John's prick was beginning to leak a little clear fluid from its tip as his hand firmly, methodically, worked its way up and down the length of his shaft.

"Oh, God," he moaned in delight.

Bridget jumped up on the desk beside him to watch his performance. To his immense joy, she lifted her skirt and crossed her legs, affording him a most wonderful up-close view of her spectacular limbs.

"I saw you looking at my legs sir," she said with unabashed pride. "I know this turns you on."

"Yes, Bridget, my dear," he replied with infinite gratitude, "it most certainly does."

"You have a really big dick, sir," Rachael remarked, looking over his shoulder.

This made everyone laugh, including John.

"My wife has never complained," he said jokingly, despite his compromised situation.

"It's bigger than any boys' penises I've seen so far," Bridget said, admiring her teacher's technique. "Can you make it shoot really far?"

"Bridget!" Abby said. "That's really rude!"

"No, no, it's okay," John interjected. "Actually, yes, I can."

"How far?" Bridget asked. "Five feet?"

"More like ten."

All the girls received this news with wide-eyed appreciation.

"I can't wait to see this!" Rachael exclaimed, laughing aloud.

As John brought his prick closer to orgasm, whatever shame he felt exposing himself to the girls faded with each stroke. In fact, even though he knew he was going to ejaculate very soon, he struggled desperately to postpone his climax as much as possible so that he could relish the attention he was receiving from the young, admiring voyeurs. Some of these girls had never seen a grown man masturbate, and he enjoyed watching their beguiled expressions even as he encouraged them to ask questions about sex. 

"Have any of you ever given a boy a handjob?" he asked, looking straight at Bridget.

"Lots of times," the leggy beauty confessed freely.

"Me too," Helga admitted with a grin. "I love doing it."

Several other girls also admitted that they had masturbated their boyfriends and spoke frankly about it in front of their teacher.

"My brother's girlfriend gave him a handjob in the theater a few weeks ago," Abby blurted out suddenly.

"Oh?" Bridget said. "How do you know that?"

"I was sitting right behind them and I saw everything."

John was pleased that his students had become quite relaxed in his presence, continuing to watch him masturbate but comfortable enough to speak openly about their own sexual experiences. He felt as if he were in a dream: as if all his innermost sexual fantasies had been combined into this one intense moment of pure lust, awaiting only a few final teasing strokes to force him to explode like a supernova. Sitting in his chair with his pants down around his ankles and his huge cock in his hands seemed perfectly natural to him now. It really was no different from the exhibitionistic experiment in which he had recently participated at the Clinic. The only difference was, these were his students!

"Tell me more about your brother," John said to Abby. 

"Well, sir," she began, "they didn't know I was watching them because they were kissing so much. After a while my brother started to feel her titties, but she pulled his hands away."

"Boys always do that!" said Helga with feigned annoyance.

"He wouldn't leave her alone, so she finally took out his thing and started to play with it."

"Really?" one of the older girls asked. "Right there in the theater?"

"Uh huh. We were sitting in the last row so no one could see what they were doing."

"But you saw them!" Bridget said excitedly. "What did she do?"

Abby halted for a moment as if trying to recall the sequence of events.

"Well, they started kissing again and before you know it, my brother has this enormous...you know."

"Erection," John volunteered between gasps.

"Yes, sir," she said. "It was really big too, almost as big as yours."

The girls reacted to this statement with outright incredulity.

"No ladies, it's possible," he said with assurance. "Some boys do have really big penises."

"Did you have a big one when you were a boy Mr. Cardelli?" Helga asked.

"As big as you see here," he said proudly, feeling his balls fill with the telltale onrush of sperm.

"Wow!" the girl responded as she watched his sac visibly expand. "Your testicles are getting really big now!"

He looked at Bridget and smiled with satisfaction at her lustful reaction to his swelling balls. She seemed very relaxed seated on the desk next to him, her shoes off and her legs swinging back and forth at random. He stared at her beautiful feet as they brushed past his legs and, as if in silent acknowledgment of his desire, she decided to rest both of them on her teacher's lap, using her toes to tickle the underside of his sperm-laden sac.

"Oh God Bridget, that feels wonderful," he moaned softly.

"You're such a tease!" Helga said to the willful girl.

Bridget said nothing. She smiled demurely, preferring to let her actions speak for themselves. She was actually extremely turned on and probably would have allowed him to fuck her then and there if the other girls had not been present. But it was enough that she was giving this beautiful man such immense pleasure, and she would see to it that she would capitalize on this situation at a later time.




EJAX-472: Ch. 05



"So what happened?" Helga asked Abby.

"What do you think?" the girl replied. "She started to...you know...jerk his thing."

"Keep going," John ordered. "Tell us everything that happened."

"Yes sir," she said. "Well, they were so involved with each other that they didn't even notice me sitting right behind them watching. Before you know it, she's pulling on my brother's thing..."

"Say penis, cock, dick, anything other than 'thing'," John snapped, as he felt himself nearing orgasm. "It sounds silly."

"Yes, sir," the girl said apologetically. "I'm sorry."

His hands were flying up and down his cock now and he was breathing heavily. The urge to cum was out of control, his orgasm only moments away.

Bridget was now using her toes to masturbate the underside of his cock. She watched, along with all the other girls, as John's now fully sperm-swollen sac seemed to stretch to its absolute limit. Even his penis seemed to have grown longer, which at first startled, then pleased, the possessed man. 

"Finish your story," he begged the girl.

"Are you going to...you know...make it squirt soon sir?"

"Oh really Abby!" Helga said. "Mr. Cardelli wants you to finish the story!"

"Yes, please!" John begged her once more.

"Well, she kept pulling on his penis for about a minute and then, all of a sudden, some white stuff started shooting out the tip."

"It's called 'cum'," he blurted out between clenched teeth. "Say it...cum."

"Yes sir...cum," she said with emphasis. "I couldn't believe how much he shot out too. They were like these long, stringy strands...you know, like when you pump a bottle of hand lotion very hard? One of them actually shot high up into the air and landed on some girl's hair a few rows in front of us."

The picture was now complete in his mind, the young girl's words adding a powerful and complimentary verbal stimulus to his already overly stimulated cock and balls. 

"Oh my God, this is it!" he cried. "This is fucking it!"

Twenty-five pairs of eyes stared down at his furiously pumping fist as he could no longer control the multitude of sperm demanding exit from his agitated balls. Anticipating that they might get hit with the errant spunk, the girls standing directly in front of his desk wisely moved off toward the left and right, leaving a gap where they could safely witness the event unscathed.

Sensing he was now on the verge of orgasm, Bridget rubbed her toes over his shaft even faster, trying to keep in tempo with his frantic stroking. John looked around the room with eyes wide open, sensing the heightened anticipation and amusement of all the girls as his prick was now primed to fire its full supply of sperm. He grabbed Bridget's foot with his hand, using it to jerk himself off, much to her unexpected delight. 

"It's okay if you get some on my feet," she said almost in a whisper.

Suddenly he felt all his muscles stiffen at once—just his hand continued its stroking, as if it had a life all its own. The white lava worked its way out of his body, and from deep within he cried aloud as if in exquisite agony. He focused on Bridget's expectant face, even as she focused on his now erupting prick.

In an instant he was greeted with gales of laughter and surprise.

"Oh my God!" Helga shrieked, as she, Bridget, and all the other girls watched the first burst of cum sail across the room and splash into the blackboard on the opposite side. The thick blob of white cream hit the blackboard with such force that little rivulets of sperm branched out in all directions from the point of impact, their slimy tendrils slowly trickling down onto the chalk below, coating everything in its path with its gooey residue. 

Neither the girls nor John had time to recover from his first feat of ejaculatory prowess before he was firing off yet another round of sperm—multiple bursts of sticky semen that flew in many directions at once. The girls didn't know where to look first, reacting with amazement as arc after arc of cum found its way out of his prick and onto their desks and their personal belongings. Even the lighting fixture directly above his head was dripping with the white stuff. Abby stood next to her teacher with her eyes focused on his cock, counting each volley of sperm as it found its way upward toward the ceiling. John watched her look down and then up several times as she traced each separate arc of cum on its journey skyward, giggling profusely at the sight.

Bridget's feet in the meantime were dripping with semen. She laughed at each successive burst of goo as it flew across the room, sticking her feet in the path of the oncoming stream, watching it splash into her feet and between her toes. 

"Oh, it feels so hot Mr. Cardelli!" she screamed, as yet another thick rope of cum adorned her pretty soles.

All the girls reacted with unbridled joy as they watched Bridget's feet being christened with the sticky white fluid. Suddenly, Helga kneeled down before John and impulsively ran her hand up and down his cream-coated shaft, pulling his own hands away and replacing them with her own.

"I want to do it!" she demanded.

The feeling of the lovely blonde's cool hands on his climaxing prick was more than he could bear. Surrendering himself to her control, he flung himself backward into his chair and watched as she grabbed his cock with both hands and savagely jerked him up and down.

"Watch this!" she said without taking her eyes from his cock.

This unexpected maneuver by Helga made all the girls curious as to what she was going to do. Through all their shock and laughter, they stopped momentarily to examine the handiwork of their lecherous classmate. The ecstatic girl wasted no time. 

Firmly holding John by the base of his shaft with one hand, she pulled the skin back taught so that his prick grew to even greater heights, which amazed everyone, including John. It seemed for the moment that he had stopped climaxing, but it was something the girl was doing to him, unaccountable as it was, that was forestalling the continuation of his orgasm.

"It's about time you learned how to do this," Helga said to Abby. "Put your finger right over here."

Abby looked at John with hesitation in her eyes.

"Do as she says," he replied breathlessly, feeling intense pressure once again building up in his balls.

"This is the sensitive part," Helga said as she took the girl's finger and had her begin rubbing the underside of his cock. "It's called the 'glans'."

Still keeping her grip firm on the base of his shaft, she told Abby to rub the glans using only the tip of her index finger. This the girl obligingly did, prompting John to buck his hips wildly up and down.

"I saw my sister do this once," Helga informed the bewildered group.

Abby was thrilled at the opportunity to bring pleasure to her handsome teacher and she looked at him with loving eyes as she teased the sensitive little strip of skin without skipping a beat.

"If you do it this way," Helga said instructing the girl, "you can get a lot more sperm out."

"Jesus Christ girls!" John said as the dual ministrations of the two lovely young women were now bringing him to the brink of an even more powerful orgasm.

He watched in amazement as the tip of Abby's dainty little finger ran up and down his glans with short, intense bursts, her lovely face only inches from his magnificent prick, her girlish laughter provoking him, commanding him to release the abundant white cream now on its inexorable journey upward though his vertical shaft.

John's entire body stiffened as he gripped the sides of his chair hard.

"Here it comes!" said Helga excitedly, as she pulled down hard at the base of his prick.

No sooner had the words escaped her lips than a fiery rope of semen shot out of his cock with great speed, flying straight up into the air. This unexpected reaction at first surprised and then delighted Abby, who, along with all the other girls, squealed with laughter as each flick of her finger produced a subsequent burst of cream. 

"Whoa! Mr. Cardelli!" she exclaimed as her fingers coaxed out several more stringy loads in quick succession. 

Both girls' hands were now completely covered with cum, but they did not flinch in their duty to their teacher. Wanting to provide him with the maximum amount of pleasure possible, they both grabbed his prick with their hands and jerked him off in unison, provoking yet another dozen or so massive cumshots that bathed everything in the nearby vicinity with a coating of white lacquer. The pleasure was so intense and prolonged that John thought he was going to pass out. 

The two young girls continued to milk him furiously as the other girls cheered them on. Bridget had become so overcome with lust that she lowered her face onto the spurting prick, opening her lips wide to let the jets of sperm splash into her mouth. The girls went crazy. John, himself, couldn't believe what she was doing. All he knew was that he wanted her to keep her face there forever so that he could pump gallons of sticky hot sperm into her willing mouth and all over her lovely profile.

"Do it Bridget! Do it!" Helga screamed, as she and Abby directed the creamy streams into the wanton girl's mouth.

Bridget was swallowing very fast now, trying to catch as much of the viscous white fluid as she could. The girls around her watched with rapt fascination as their teacher's huge prick fired off dozens of creamy salvos that were either quickly swallowed or allowed to splash over the beautiful features of the young girl. Helga and Abby could not believe the amount of sperm being ejaculated and were at last overcome with laughter, so much so that they simply fell to the floor in hysterics, leaving Bridget to finish the job. This she did gladly, employing the help of several other girls who had been waiting their chance to get their hands on the stunningly gorgeous man.

John was physically exhausted, but he was far from finished. He watched in awe as seven or eight girls kneeled before him, each taking a turn at sucking his prick. He had stopped ejaculating as soon as Helga and Abby had released him, but as soon as the first girl put him in her mouth, he rewarded her with a hot, creamy burst of joy juice. Swallowing what she could, she then allowed the next girl in line to savor his salty effluences. And so it went on and on for several minutes, with each lovely girl getting to sample his milky white seed. 

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking on the door.

Sandy, the girl who had been on lookout but who was now thoroughly absorbed with what was going on in the room, pointed to a female face staring at her through the small glass partition in the door. 

"It's Ms. Stedman!" the girl screamed.

It was too late to do anything. The girl had not seen the dean of the school approach until the very last minute. There was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. 

Walking into the room to investigate the commotion, Ms. Stedman was just in time to see her favorite teacher shoot the last of several stringy loads of cum into the hands of Bridget Veerhoft and her friends. John Cardelli was terminated immediately and arrested on morals charges. The girls were suspended from school indefinitely pending further investigation. In the days following the fiasco, the authorities, the teachers, the parents and their children, all became the focus of a media frenzy that rocked the normally placid community to its foundations. 





EJAX-472: Ch. 05



"No problem doctor," he said sounding a bit calmer. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good. The last thing any of us needs is for you to have one of these episodes in public."

"I agree. Don't worry. I'll stay put."

As I hung up the phone I heard the sound of raised voices coming from the lounge. At first I thought it was some of my assistants cursing the microwave oven that seemed to go on the blink every so often. But then I realized that somebody had turned up the volume on the television, and what I was in fact hearing was a news report. Before I had a chance to investigate the matter, Rebecca came running into my office screaming.

"You've got to see this!" Hurry up!"

I quickly followed her to the lounge where Maria, Cheryl, and several more of my staff stood glued to the television set. I stopped dead in my tracks. There, escorted by two police officers and being led away in handcuffs was John Cardelli, the amazingly handsome subject of my EJAX-472 experiment. He looked confused and disheveled as the police led him into a squad car. Behind several other people stood his wife Ann, looking every bit as distressed as her husband as she followed him into the vehicle.

"What the hell is going on?" I said.

"Listen!" Cheryl replied.

"...a very disturbing report today," the announcer began, "of sexual misconduct in one of Stockholm's most prestigious educational institutions. Mr. John Cardelli, a 27-year-old French teacher at St. Bridget's Preparatory School, was arrested today at his home on morals charges brought against him by the dean of the school, Ms. Alison Stedman. Mr. Cardelli, who had been teaching at the school for the past four years, was found yesterday with several of his students engaged in what Ms. Stedman described as "lewd and indecent behavior in the manner of a Roman orgy." At the present time he has offered no explanation for his actions and, from what we understand, he will be held at the Hagen Correctional Institution for interrogation. At this time no bail has been set."

I watched in horror as I contemplated the ramifications of this unwelcome news. There was no doubt in my mind that the drug was now manifesting itself at last, despite the fact that I had forbade its further use to all my subjects. 

"It's starting and there's not a damn thing I can do about it," I said as I stood there numbly, shaking my head. 

"Oh, my God, Christiana," Rebecca said. "Do you think he'll talk?"

"I hope not. If Cardelli tells the police about the drug we're all fucked. All this research will have been for nothing."

I felt my legs give way just then and fell into the nearest chair. "Jesus Christ! What the fuck am I going to do?"

"Well, maybe he won't talk," Maria said. "Maybe he'll try to contact you now."

"That's the worst thing he can do," Rebecca replied. "All his calls from prison will be monitored by the police."

"We have to reach his wife," I said, noticing that my hands were now shaking. "Cheryl," I said, turning to her. "Give Ann Cardelli a call tonight. They won't allow her to stay at the prison for too long. In the meantime, contact all the other subjects and remind them that they are not to go out in public under any circumstances. Tell them to have someone drive them here on Friday. They are not to take public transportation."

"Yes, doctor."

"And another thing...that guy Craig you have a crush on? He'll be here on Friday too." 

"Really?" she asked surprised. "Why is he coming here?"

"Because he's got the same fucking problem the rest of them do, that's why."

"How do you know that?" Rebecca inquired.

"I just got off the phone with him. Or let me put it a better way. I was on the phone with him while he got off."

"No way!" she laughed. "You mean he was jackin' while you were yackin'?"

Her unintended joke made us all burst out laughing despite our discomfort.

"Actually, I didn't have to encourage him much," I said through my laughter.

That brief moment of humor acted like a soothing balm upon my beleaguered senses and I was grateful for it. We all returned to our various duties and when I next looked up at the clock it was after 7:00 PM. At that point I told everyone to go home, but I stayed to continue my research. About 7:30 PM the phone rang. It was Ann Cardelli.

"I got your message," she said, her voice full of displeasure. "My husband's in jail because of you."

"I know all about it Ann. I saw it on the news. I'm sorry."

"It's that god-damned drug of yours that made him do it."

"I left several messages with you trying to warn you but your husband ignored them."

There was a slight pause. "I should hate you for what you've done to him, but you're the only one who can help him now, so I guess I should be civil towards you."

"I need you to tell me everything that happened. Can you do that?"

"I can tell you only what he told me."

"That's good enough."

She described to me the event in as much detail as she could before finally breaking down. She was crying so hard that I had to wait several minutes before I could speak.

"Ann...Ann, please listen to me. I am going to help your husband, I promise. But you have to help me. Now, do you know if he said anything to anyone about the drug?"

"As far as I know he's said nothing about it except to me."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you know if his bail has been set?"

"Yes," she replied feebly. "It's about $5,000."

"Do you have it?"

"We're not all rich like you, Dr. Swensen," she said condescendingly.

"I am going to send a messenger over to your house right now. He will have $5,000 in cash for you to bail your husband out of prison. No one must know about the drug or his relation to the Clinic or myself. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Go back to the prison tonight, pay the bailiff the money and get him out of there as quickly as possible. Do not explain anything to him until you can both speak in private. Have him call me as soon as you arrive home."

"I will."

I heard her sob a few times before hanging up the phone and I cursed myself aloud for being the cause, directly or indirectly, of so many people's misery.

I finally left the office after 10:00 PM, exhausted both mentally and physically. I did not sleep well that night. All I could think of was the hurt and disillusionment in Ann Cardelli's voice as she tried to come to terms with her husband's misfortune, and that it was my drug that was to blame for it. The only consolation I had was that John had kept quiet about the experiment. If he had talked, I would have had to deal with the press, and that would have been a nightmare. Although I had done nothing illegal during the course of the experiment, the fact that the drug was now somehow inhibiting the natural voluntary response of its host was enough to bring the curious to my door. It was the last thing I wanted.

At length I finally managed to doze off, but my sleep was plagued with horrific visions. The most disturbing of all was one in which I found myself sidestepping an oncoming swarm of terrified rats that had escaped from the lab seeking vengeance against me for daring to treat their bodies with impunity. I quickly climbed up onto my desk to avoid them but the multitude of vermin seemed to increase exponentially every second until the desk itself was carried upon their backs, and I, along with the desk, was hurled into a vast, inky, black hole. I seemed to fall a very long time until at last I woke up in a cold sweat. It was almost dawn.

Unable to sleep any longer, I got up and made myself breakfast and then showered and dressed. I arrived at the Clinic just after 7:00 AM feeling tired and achy from a poor night's sleep. It would be two hours before anyone would arrive, so I took advantage of my little slice of solitude to pour over my original notes written just prior to my first studies conducted with rats several years earlier. 

The animals that I had used in those early experiments were themselves in perfect health and were acting normally, with no sign of adverse levels of toxicity remaining after ingestion of the drug had ceased. Those experiments had predated the human experiments by one year, and no subsequent abnormalities or sexual anomalies had occurred in the male rat population during that 12-month period. The sexual capacity of all the rats had been restored, and this equilibrium had been maintained up to the present time. In the human subjects however, the drug was behaving erratically, almost as if it were reprogramming my original genetic sequence with a new code of its own. But how was that possible? This was the thing I could not understand: how could my own code be overwritten? 

"You're working yourself too hard Christiana."

Startled, I turned to see Rebecca standing against my desk.

"Jesus, you scared me," I said catching my breath. "What are you doing here so early?"

"What do you mean?" she replied. "It's 9:00 AM."

I looked up at the clock and was amazed when I realized that two hours had passed.

"Have all the preparations been made for tomorrow?"

"Yes. Shall I run through the details with you now?"

"No. Wait until Maria and Cheryl arrive and then all four of us can sit down together and finalize everything."

"How about we meet in the lab, say around 9:30?"

"Fine."

Rebecca stood there for a moment scrutinizing me.

"What is it?" I said.

"You look tired boss," she observed.

"I have work to do Rebecca," I stated firmly, without looking at her.

She lingered a few seconds unsure of what to do, and sensing I was not in the mood to converse, she walked out of my office with her head down muttering something unintelligible.

I met my three assistants in the lab a half hour later, and as we went over the final preparations for tomorrow's follow-up tests, I could tell that they were concerned for my apparent preoccupation with the mystery concerning the drug. Cheryl especially seemed agitated to the point where she would look at me furtively every few seconds to gauge my responses to her questions about the test. Rebecca and Maria both seemed to regard me with mild apprehension, as if I were going to reprimand them should they displease me in any way. Their combined attempts to humor and patronize me finally took its toll.

"Will all three of you please stop!" I yelled. "I am not going insane if that's what you think!"

Maria looked at Rebecca, then at Cheryl. "We're worried about you doctor."

"I'm worried about me too...and for all of you and this whole god-damned Clinic if we don't get to the bottom of this problem. But treating me with kid gloves is not going to help matters. Do you understand?"

All three women stared at the floor and said nothing.

"Now let's go over tomorrow's schedule. Maria, let's start with you."

"Well," she began, "I couldn't reach that idiot Luis Hernandez for one thing."

"As much as I don't like him, I don't want him to come to any real harm. And I definitely don't like having a loose cannon out there. Bad enough that little shit Joey Balls is roaming free. God knows what's going on with him."

"We can only hope that neither of them has an episode or goes to the police," Cheryl said.

"Yeah," Maria remarked, "hopefully Joey Balls is out of the country and hopefully Luis is too afraid to go to the authorities. That's not much to go on."

"Sometimes hope is all we have Maria," I said. "Please continue."

"All of the test subjects, including your sister's husband, will be here tomorrow at 9:00 AM, except for Mr. Cardelli."

"He called me last night. He'll be here."

"How did he get out of jail?" Rebecca asked.

"I bailed him out."

"Oh, Christiana," she said disapprovingly.

"I had to. The longer he remained in there the greater the likelihood he might talk." "How do you know he didn't say anything already?" Maria inquired.

"He didn't. He gave me his word."

"I hope he wasn't lying to you," Rebecca said.

"He's a good man, Rebecca. And besides, we're his only hope now. If he told them the truth he'd bring this whole experiment to an end and any chance of him having a normal life. Not to mention what would happen to each of us."

The women sat there quietly digesting my words. They, like I, were contemplating the ramifications of a life possibly spent behind bars, imprisoned on the charge of reckless endangerment of human life. The possibility of such a fate loomed before us like a black storm cloud gathering on the horizon. "Go on, Maria."

"Oh, yes...let's see," she said, scanning her notes. "Craig Lundquist will also be here at 9:00 AM."

At the mention of the handsome boy's name, Cheryl looked at Maria and winked.

"One of Lynette's girls is going to pick him up at his house around 8:00 AM," Rebecca said. "I gave her all the information."

"Very well. As soon as they arrive I want them stripped down and into the showers straight away. I will have Lynette handle that. Maria, it is your responsibility to make certain that all the test subjects are made comfortable and that all their needs are attended to."

"Yes, doctor."

"We can let them have their old rooms. It will probably make them less apprehensive."

"All the rooms have been cleaned and sterilized. I made sure of that yesterday."

Maria looked like a little girl who was trying hard to make an impression on her teacher.

"Thank you," I said. "You will be in charge of all the lab paraphernalia used in the test as well as seeing to the needs of the patients during their stay here. Do you have the list of all the items needing attention?"

"Yes," she replied waving her steno pad in front of her, "right here."

"I want you to go over everything with Rebecca and Cheryl. All procedures are to be double checked, and if you have any problems you are to inform me immediately."

"Yes, doctor."

"Okay, Cheryl. Your turn."

"All the items you listed are in the lab and are ready for use. These include the following: the penis/testicular restraints; the vacuum tubes; the special hand lotion for extended masturbation; six mechanical hands; multi-angle leather recliners; Velcro hand cuffs; calipers; a yardstick..."

I laughed. "We're measuring men here not horses. Go on."

"One dozen new glass beakers—two quart capacity..."

"We know what that's for!" Rebecca smirked.

Maria looked sullen as she recalled the task I had assigned her in the previous test.

"Maybe you could have someone else catch the semen this time doctor." 

"It will please you to know that I have employed the services of several of Lynette's girls to take care of that problem. They will try to keep the floor as sperm-free as possible."

"There's something here I don't understand," Cheryl said suddenly. "Mechanical hands?"

"Yes, they were designed to my specifications by a company in England. I haven't had a chance to inspect any of them yet. Would you mind getting one for me? They're over there on the top shelf of the cabinet."

Cheryl waltzed over to the storage cabinet and picked up a rectangular cardboard box about 12 inches in length. She looked at the item curiously.

"Not very heavy," she said, placing the box in my hands.

I pulled the lid open and gently withdrew the device.

"Jesus," Rebecca said. "It looks real!"

All the girls remarked how lifelike the artificial hand looked. The fingers were extremely pliant and the skin felt uncannily like human skin. Cheryl noted wryly that the fingernails were painted red.

"Those guys are going to love these!" she said, running her fingers over the simulated flesh.

"It's made out of latex and is powered by a single battery," I said, admiring the workmanship. "You just attach it to the shaft, press the button, and voila...hands-free masturbation. Simple but efficient."

Maria was laughing. "Well at least our hands will get a break!"

"That's exactly why I created these," I said. "I know those protracted milkings get all you girls tired out. This way we can let 'mechanical Mary' here do all the work."

"Mechanical Mary! Ha!" Rebecca squealed. "I love it!"

It was the way she said it, rather than the term itself, that made us all break out into fits of laughter.

"It's so nice to see you laugh Dr. Swensen," Cheryl commented.

"Oh, it feels good to laugh, Cheryl," I said, even as the tears began to well up in my eyes.

"No, Christiana, don't." Rebecca said, putting her hand on mine.

"I'm so afraid this whole thing is going to blow up in my face," I said, fighting back the tears. "I'm so scared."

"We're all in this thing together. Right Cheryl?"

"Right!" Cheryl replied.

"Right Maria?"

"Absolutely!" Maria affirmed.

"You see, Chris? We're all with you. And together we're going to find a way out of this mess."

I let the girls talk for a while, as much for their sake as for mine. Several jokes were made and for a time I actually forgot my own troubles. But the undercurrent of doubt remained just under the surface of our brief-lived joy, making the interval of lightheartedness bittersweet.

"You girls have been very good to me. I couldn't ask for better friends."

"Do you feel a little better now?" Cheryl asked.

"Yes, thank you."

Seeing that I was now relatively composed, Rebecca retrieved her palm pilot from the desk. I watched her eyes scroll down the screen.

"I'd like to confirm the list of physicians attending," she said.

"Sure," I said. "Read them off."

"In addition to you and I," she began, "Michelle Olson called to say that she will be assisting."

"Oh," I said surprised. "I thought she was out of the country."

"Her plans changed. She wants to be here to help out."

"Great. Who else?"

"Well, in keeping with the subjects' wishes to have only female doctors present, I contacted Sheila Ford and Jennifer Barlow. They both have volunteered their services."

"Jennifer is a gynecologist," I said. "Why would she want to participate?"

"She did attend the experiment if you recall and she's very interested in your studies with EJAX-472."

"Fine," I said. "If she wants to assist I have no problem with that. Anyone else?"

"Nope, that's it. Oh!" she said, suddenly. "I almost forgot. Sheila asked that her daughter Jill and Jill's friend Laura be allowed to attend. Both girls are going into premed and want to observe."

"Sure, why not? They did help out the last time. Call Sheila and let her know that both of them are welcome."

Rebecca did some quick calculations. "With the addition of the two girls that should bring the total number of audience members to about 50 or so."

"That's enough. This is going to be a more detailed and in-depth study. I really don't want several hundred people in here like the last time."

"Two guys in our x-ray lab asked if they could attend," Maria said. 

"No. Out of deference to the subjects' wishes I have decided to forbid any males from participating. They can see it all on video later."

We continued to go over the logistics of the experiment for another half hour and then I sat with Lynette to discuss some last-minute issues regarding the assembly of the prefabricated cubicles in which each test subject would be examined. Lastly, I consulted with the video team who told me that the entire event would be videotaped from behind the smaller outer lab window that divided it from the main lab. It was now 12:00 PM and I was feeling famished. I got my lunch from the cafeteria and returned to my office. I had barely taken a bite from my sandwich when the phone rang.

"Guess who?" sang the sultry voice on the other end.

"Hi sis," I said, chewing on a mouthful of food.

"Okay," she said jokingly. "Whose cock are you chomping on now?"

"I'm having my lunch."

Bonnie laughed. "Well, I just called to let you know that Philip had another incident last night."




EJAX-472: Ch. 06



I knew it was a dream because everyone and everything around me was behaving perfectly. It was an ordered universe based upon a simpler, more refined Newtonian physics, minus the jumble of relativity. The planets moved according to the inexorable laws of gravitation and the earth itself stood apart as a splendid sapphire in the black firmament above. 

From several million miles away the blue planet looked small but inviting. War had been abolished there many millennia ago and there was no disease, no hate, no chance acts of nature to destroy life and limb because nature herself had been tamed eons ago. In fact, the reason why there was so much loveliness in the world was because my new drug "Perfectus 909" had made everything, well...perfect. And the best thing of all was that penises were of normal size and did not ejaculate more that a tablespoon of semen at best. Plus, their owners no longer suffered the shame and embarrassment of "involuntary ejaculation," so long the bane of the multitude of men. There was no such thing as erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation, and sex was never better for both men and women. My drug was capable of all these things and more... 

My alarm clock rudely woke me up from this dreamy pleasantry. It was now 6:00 AM and, surprisingly, I had slept fairly well considering the constant round of nightmares with which I had recently been plagued.

After I had washed, dressed, and eaten breakfast, I left for the Clinic around 7:30 AM feeling a sense of heightened anticipation coupled with mild apprehension. The logistics of the experiment had been carefully reviewed in my mind and I knew that my entire career was now hanging in the balance. So much was at stake, so many people's lives on the line. I tried to focus my attention on my driving. I had to keep my mind free of any negative thoughts, as these were inimical to rational thinking. And I would need to exercise every bit of reason in order to overcome the giant behemoth of a mystery awaiting me.

I arrived at the Clinic at 8:15 AM to find the place abuzz with people making the final preparations for the experiment. Over the course of the next half hour, I inspected every cubicle and piece of equipment in the lab to make certain that my directions had been carried out precisely as stated. Actually, all the preparations had been made the day before, but I had insisted that every aspect of the procedure be double and triple checked for any possible problems that might arise. I could afford to leave nothing to chance or human error, if at all possible.

"What do you think doctor?" said Lynette, approaching me from behind one of the prefabricated cubicles.

"It's looking good Lynette," I said approvingly. "The video cameras are all set up?"

"Yes, doctor, just as you specified. I have two of my crew who'll be working them from inside the adjoining lab."

"Your girls will most probably not be needed for any security reasons, but I think it wise to keep them on hand if we have an emergency."

Lynette nodded. "I have five girls at your disposal."

"I'll need them. Not to catch criminals, just sperm."

Lynette laughed. "Oh, they're gonna earn their pay today I can see!"

"There will be lots of the white stuff flying around," I said, laughing along with her. "Tell them to wear their plastic raincoats over their uniforms. You too."

"Okay. Should I lay down some plastic sheeting on the floor like we did last time?"

"No. It was more trouble than it was worth. If the girls can keep the beakers steady we shouldn't have a problem."

"I hope not." Her expression suddenly grew somber. "I know what's at stake here doctor. Rebecca told me everything last night. All I can say is, I'm here for you."

"Thank you Lynette," I said with affection. "You've always been a great help to me."

I then told her to prepare to receive the subjects who would be arriving shortly and watched as her powerful yet graceful six-foot frame walked away from me toward the front entrance of the building followed by two other girls from her crew. Of all the people in my employ, with the notable exception of Rebecca, I knew that I could always count on her to come through. It was a comforting thought.

I grabbed a quick cup of tea and went directly to my office where I found Rebecca seated at my desk. Sitting across from her were John Cardelli and his wife Ann, both looking tired and apprehensive. Even despite his apparent fatigue and unkempt appearance, the beauty of his face immediately captured my attention. I think his wife noticed the hint of admiration in my eyes as I gave his body an appreciative, but cursory, examination. She looked at me with disdain, putting out her arm to stop John from rising out of his chair.

"Don't get upset with him," she said to me. "It was my idea to come here early."

"They got here an hour ago," Rebecca said, "just as I arrived. I didn't want to leave them outside...just in case."

"You did the right thing," I said. 

Rebecca relinquished her seat at my desk and stood to my right as I sat in the now vacated chair. John looked at me but said nothing. I took a sip of tea and tried to gather my thoughts.

"Why did you disobey my instructions?" I said to Ann.

"I thought he was going to have another one of those ejaculation problems, that's why I had to bring him here. You've got to do something to help him. This is ruining our lives."

I could sense her mounting desperation. John watched me intently but remained silent.

"How are you feeling John?" I asked him.

"How do you think he feels?" Ann interjected. "Look at him. Look what your drug has done!"

"Shut up, Ann." John said suddenly.

"No, she's got to..."

"That's enough!" he shouted.

Ann looked at him surprised and with hurt in her eyes. He kept his head down refusing to look at her.

"I need you both to calm down right now," I said firmly. "I am going to help you, but I will need your full cooperation. Am I understood?"

Ann looked at her husband and seeing him offer no response, she said, "Doctor, you don't know..."

"Am I understood?" I said emphatically.

"Yes," she said, almost as a whisper.

"John? Are you listening?"

Slowly, the handsome man raised his head up, his large green eyes looking misty and distant, giving no hint of what was lurking within.

"I heard you," he said softly.

"I don't mind telling you both that I also am under great stress to find a cure for this problem," I began. "Many others are suffering from the same symptoms you have John, and if a solution is not soon forthcoming their lives, too, will be compromised. Not to mention my own career and the fate of this Clinic."

Cheryl popped her head in the door just then.

"They're starting to arrive now doctor," she said.

"Thank you. Go back and help Maria. Rebecca will join you shortly."

Cheryl darted off. 

I turned to Rebecca. "I want you to escort Mr. and Mrs. Cardelli to the room we've prepared for him. I'll meet you back in the lab in ten minutes. Our colleagues should be arriving shortly and they will need to be prepped."

"Understood."

John and Ann rose simultaneously, but he continued to stare absentmindedly around the room.

"Have you had breakfast, either of you?" I asked them.

"I did, but he refuses to eat," Ann replied.

"John," I said. "After you have had a chance to clean up I would like you to take some breakfast. If you don't eat, I'll make certain that my assistant Lynette feeds you herself. You remember her don't you?"

"I'll make sure he eats something," Ann said, putting her hand in his.

"Very well. I'll meet you both in the lab in about an hour. My assistants will take care of all your needs in the meantime."

Rebecca escorted the two of them out of my office. What John was feeling I could not imagine. His expression was one of preoccupation bordering on incoherence, and it seemed to me that he was wrestling with some problem that defied solution. I sympathized with him, as I, myself, faced a similar quagmire. But I could not afford to linger on their mutual discomfort, as I knew there would be many others who would be demanding my attention in a very short while. 

After all the subjects had arrived and were being attended to by my staff, I went to the conference room to meet with Rebecca and the three doctors who would be assisting me. I found them sitting around the conference table drinking coffee and trading jokes.

Upon seeing me, all the women grew silent at once, only Michelle venturing to speak.

"This is not an autopsy Christiana. Why the long face?"

"I think you know why."

"As your friend I'm going to give you one word of advice: get rid of it. Your patients won't appreciate your crabbiness and neither will we. Snap out of it."

I was not in the mood to argue with her, knowing her intent to be well meaning.

"All right. I'll try," I said, forcing a smile.

"That's better," she said, pleased at my attempt. "Now say good-morning to Sheila and Jennifer."

"Ladies..." I said, acknowledging them.

"Everything is going to work out fine Christiana," Sheila said. "There's no need to despair."

"I can hardly wait to get my hands on that big, black man!" Jennifer exclaimed suddenly. "What's his name?"

"Barney Cole," Rebecca answered.

"Oh yes, 'Big Barney'" she giggled. The man with the amazing prick."

A dreamy look came over her face. The rest of us looked at her as though she belonged in a girl's locker room instead of a medical clinic.

"For Christ's sake Jennifer!" Michelle said, "You talk about this man as though he were a piece of meat."

Jennifer remained unperturbed. "Well, isn't it...I mean, he?"

She started laughing at her own joke and soon all the girls were laughing right along with her.

"I knew I made a mistake asking you to take part in this thing," I said, trying to stifle a chuckle.

Jennifer laughed all the more. "Oh come on Christiana. Let it out."

Despite myself, I started to laugh.

"That's it! Look girls she's laughing!"

Once again, my friends had found a way to alleviate my natural inclination toward the saturnine. I laughed long and hard.

"You have to admit it Chris," Sheila said. "He does possess one hell of a kielbasa!"

"She should know," Michelle chimed in. "She gave it a few good pulls herself!"

"I'm jealous!" said Jennifer.

The merriment soon subsided as we got down to business. It was nearing 10:00 AM and I had Rebecca go over all the procedures we would be following during the course of the experiment, making certain that each woman knew exactly what to do. After everyone had been briefed, I asked if there were any last-minute questions before we headed for the lab.

"I only have one question," Michelle said. "Whatever became of that dwarf with the elephantine scrotum and that little Latino asshole Luis?"

"From what Bonnie told me, Joey Balls is out of the country. She doesn't know where he's headed."

"To hell I hope," Rebecca said.

"As for Luis...God only knows."

"He gave you a lot of trouble, I understand," Jennifer said.

"Yeah," said Rebecca, "that's the thanks she got for trying to help the son of a bitch."

"All right," I said. "Let's not dwell on the past. It's time. Let's go to work."

The women followed me into the lab. There waiting for us were all the subjects and their significant others. Each of the men was dressed in medical gowns. I saw my sister Bonnie and her husband Philip talking by themselves in one corner of the lab. It appeared as if she were reprimanding him for something.

Jeffrey Ames and his wife Priscilla were locked in an embrace, she offering him words of encouragement. John and Ann Cardelli sat on one of the couches near the far exit, each absorbed with their own thoughts. Not far from them Stuart Borg and his girlfriend Denise were cracking jokes with one another, lifting up various paraphernalia in an attempt to discern the purpose of each.

I saw Adam Hildebrand, the extremely handsome 19-year-old boy, engaged in an animated conversation with Lynette. I could tell she was enamored of the young man by the way she often drew close to him as he spoke, touching his arm every so often and reminding him that only a few weeks ago she had performed a very intimate act upon him. And there, standing on a raised, circular, metal disk—what I loosely termed a "milking platform"—was the black beauty himself, Barney Cole, looking every bit the part of a champion muscleman. His smallish wife Janine sat on a chair next to him, her legs stretched out before her. She was wearing the same bored expression as the day I first met her.

"Somebody seems to be missing here," I said to Rebecca.

"If you're referring to Craig Lundquist, he's right over there."

She pointed to a changing screen a short way off to my left. Someone was standing behind it because a man's shadow was partially discernible.

"Craig Lundquist?" I shouted.

A handsome, boyish face sprang into view from behind the screen. 

"Right here Dr. Swensen!" he called back. "I had to adjust a couple of things."

Cheryl looked at me and chuckled. She pointed to her own genital area as if to indicate that Craig was adjusting none other than his own privates. He soon came out from behind the screen and began to mill about the cubicles, asking Maria and Cheryl all kinds of questions about the nature of the experiment. Both girls seemed delighted by all the attention he was showering upon them. 

Satisfied that everyone was now present and accounted for, I asked Lynette and her crew to assemble everyone together so that I could make some announcements. In a few moments they formed a loosely knit group, Bonnie and Philip standing arm and arm in the center only several feet away from me and my colleagues.

"Everything's in order Dr. Swensen," Lynette said, as she approached me. "Here are your notes."

She handed me a sheet of paper.

"Thank you."

I quickly looked over the paper and then began.

"First of all, I would like to introduce to you my colleagues Dr. Michelle Olson, Dr. Sheila Ford, and Dr. Jennifer Barlow. Most of you already know Rebecca. They are here today to help me conduct this follow-up experiment. I don't need to tell you that "EJAX-472 has been acting erratically. Some of you have been experiencing an involuntary ejaculation response and up to this time I have not been able to isolate the cause. I'm hoping today's tests will shed some light on this problem."

Ann Cardelli stared at me intently.

"You're hoping?" she asked incredulously. "Are you saying you have no clue?"

"There is, I believe, a link between the level of testosterone and the production of semen induced by EJAX-472. It's just a theory at this point, but the tests should reveal some relevant information that may lead to a cure."

"And what happens if this test is just a waste of time?" she said angrily. "What are we going to do then? Can you get my husband back his job? Can you?"

"Dr. Swensen is going to do everything she can to help your husband and everyone else here," Rebecca said. "You've got to give her a chance."

She turned to her husband. "I don't think we can trust these people John. We should go and see your own doctor. Maybe he can help us."

"No," he said quietly.

"John, please!"

"There's nothing he can do!" he snapped.

John looked at me and for the first time I saw a spark on life in his eyes. "I kept quiet about the drug because I knew that if the police found out about it, my chances—all of our chances—would be shot to hell. I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we trusted you once, and you helped us. Now, we have no choice but to trust you again. Just don't let us down."

He hung his head down and stared at the floor. No one said a word, not even his disgruntled wife, who now, amazed herself that he had spoken as he did, tried to comfort him.

"I promise you John, I promise all of you," I said, "that I will not stop until I find a solution to this problem. I give you my word on that."

"Your word is good enough for me doc," Stuart said.

"Me too," Jeffrey added.

The rest of the men nodded in agreement. Bonnie gave me a warm smile, hugging Philip closer to her.

"That may be all you need," Janine said to Stuart, "but I ain't gonna be happy until I see some results."

"We're all gonna see some results baby," Barney said to his wife. "But we gotta give the doctor a chance to do her thing. All right?"

"Whatever you say. But she better do it fast 'cause I don't want you goin' out the house thinkin' you're gonna have one of them jerkin' off attacks."

"But so far your husband hasn't suffered from that," I said, ignoring the bluntness of her remark. 

"Some of these other men have," she said.

"That is exactly why we are here today. The issue we face is not so much if involuntary ejaculation is going to occur, but when. Your husband is not immune. He produces testosterone like every other man, and that chemical is the catalyst for EJAX-472."

"Well, then maybe guys who have a higher testosterone level in their bloodstream are going to show these symptoms first, right doctor?" Jeffrey remarked.

"No. The level of testosterone is only one factor, and that's the problem. Without going into all the medical details, I can tell you that it's going to be a painstaking process to find a cure. And eventually, when the effects of EJAX-472 are completely eliminated from your bodies, your individual sexual dysfunctions will return."

"Jesus Christ doc," Stuart bellowed. "Denise and I are getting married next month and we want to have a baby. Your drug is the only thing that can make that possible short of adopting a kid, and neither of us wants to go that route."

"I sympathize, believe me. That is why it is imperative that we get to work right away. Life without the drug would be bad enough, but life with a drug whose effects you cannot control would be far worse. That is why I need your full cooperation. My staff is going to take over now and help all of you get prepared. I would like everybody else to sit in the observation area. Let's get started."

As the men were being escorted to their respective cubicles, I had Lynette admit the group of women observers into the lab. There were several rows of chairs positioned on two elevated platforms, allowing the women a completely unobstructed view of the subjects and the examination area. Jill, Sheila's daughter, seated herself next to her girlfriend Laura, and for a time Sheila spoke with them. The rest of the audience was composed of colleagues of mine from Stockholm University who had not had the chance to witness the first experiment. As my staff began taking each subject's blood pressure, I took the opportunity to provide an overview of the experiment to the group.

"I'd like to thank all of you for coming today," I began. "As some of you already know, my experimental drug EJAX-472 has not been performing as it should. In some cases, several subjects have been experiencing involuntary ejaculation wherein the influx of vast amounts of sperm into the testicles occurs accompanied by an extremely heightened sense of pleasure in the brain. Normal sensory inhibitors are blocked and the need to masturbate overrides any and all physical and psychological barriers. The subject literally becomes subservient to the drug."

"Are any of these men taking the drug now?" asked Sylvia Bjorn, a geneticist friend of mine from the University.

"No. It's been a full week since they took their last dosage."

"What was the dosage doctor?" said an unfamiliar-looking woman in the second row.

"I don't recognize you," I said looking her over. "Who are you?"

The woman was about 40 years old and very thin. Her face was long and her features irregular. Her light brown hair was arranged in a bun, and she reminded me of an old school mistress who looked like she belonged in a nineteenth century one-room schoolhouse rather than in a modern medical clinic. The most striking thing about her was her long, hooked nose, which looked like the beak of a bird of prey.




EJAX-472: Ch. 06



"You invited me," she said with a hint of sarcasm. "Don't tell me you don't remember me."

I stared at her for several seconds but the face, as singularly unattractive as it was, brought back no recollection.

"I'm sorry, I don't."

She sighed with displeasure. "I am Dr. Millicent Beechcroft, professor of the department of human bioengineering at Harvard University. Does that name ring a bell?"

She said it in such a condescending way that I felt an immediate dislike toward the woman. However, I did remember the name.

"Yes, I know who you are. I had invited you to attend my first experiment but you refused. I think you called it a 'freak show' if I remember correctly?"

She smiled uncomfortably. "So I did. But I have since renewed my interest in your studies with this drug and that's why I am here. I explained all this to one of your assistants, who, after she had verified that I was who I said I was, graciously admitted me. I'm sorry if I crashed your party doctor."

"Not at all," I said, fighting to suppress a scowl. "May I ask what exactly rekindled your interest in my work for you to have come all the way from America?"

She tilted her head to one side and blinked her eyes a few times as if in pain. I thought she was going to peck at me.

"I'm here to discredit you," she said smugly.

I, and everyone else in the audience, reacted to this statement with outright shock—that is, everyone except Bonnie.

"Oh, boy!" she said waving a dismissive hand in Dr. Beechcroft's direction, "Shades of Jane Nordstrom all over again!"

"You're here to discredit me?" I asked, outraged. "May I ask who appointed you to that task?"

"No one appointed me," she said haughtily. "I learned of your work from a mutual acquaintance at your university here. After investigating some of your claims I took it upon myself to try and pull the plug on this useless and dangerous experiment you are conducting with these human guinea pigs."

"Jesus Christ!" Bonnie exclaimed. "If I were you sis, I'd kick this ugly little bitch in the balls!"

"I don't have balls," Dr. Beechcroft replied, sourly.

"You should have!" Bonnie said angrily. "What gives you the right to sit in judgment over my sister?"

Again, the ungainly woman grimaced. "The same right that every free person has to express his or her opinions and beliefs. This is a free country isn't it?"

Bonnie shrugged. "You Americans think you own the fucking world! Yes, we Swedes believe in free speech just as much as you do, but we don't get off trying to create the world in our image. My sister worked on this project for many years with the hopes that she would be able to help people. She's an accomplished scientist and doctor who has many more honors to her name than you will ever see in your lifetime. I would strongly advise you to treat her with respect or get the hell out now!"

"That's enough Bonnie," I said.

"I'm sorry sis," she replied. "But this is inexcusable."

In all my life I had never seen my older sister so livid. She had taken it upon herself to come to my defense as she had done innumerable times in the past when she felt my integrity was threatened. Her vicious attack upon the now startled and speechless Beechcroft was no doubt fueled by the doctor's offensive attitude toward me, but it was the fact that the woman tried to pass herself off as our superior that had really made Bonnie so infuriated.

By this time Lynette had arrived with several of her crew, eager to discover the nature of the disturbance. Rebecca followed close behind. 

Bonnie had expressed sentiments that would have sounded like bragging from me, and although somewhat embarrassed by her outburst, I was glad she told the woman off.

"Is this person giving you a problem Dr. Swensen?" Lynette asked, eyeing Beechcroft suspiciously.

"I don't know," I replied, studying the odd-looking creature. "Are you going to be a problem, doctor?"

Her need to remain and observe the proceedings seemed to supercede any further attempt at rash conduct. I didn't have to wait long for her reply.

"I apologize for my...my..."

"Rudeness and arrogance?" Bonnie interjected.

"Yes, I apologize for that. It was wrong of me to attack you doctor. I'm sorry. I would like to stay if you will allow me to."

I nodded to Lynette to resume her duties and she and her staff walked off. Rebecca saw that I was still upset and gave Beechcroft an unfriendly glance.

"This woman is a bitch," she said to me softly. "Why do you want her to stay?"

"If nothing more than to prove her wrong," I replied. "How are the subjects doing?"

"Blood pressure results for all the men are normal. We're just waiting for your word to begin."

"Give me two minutes."

Rebecca rejoined the others. Bonnie smiled at me and gave me a "thumbs up" sign to let me know that she was back to being her normal effervescent self.

"I have discovered that there is a unique correlation between the drug and the amount of testosterone available in the body at any given time," I said, addressing the group. "But this correlation is only one factor in the overall scheme and doesn't explain the incidence of recurring and insistent masturbation. The genetic code written into the drug seems to have mutated—something it never should have done. What I am attempting here today is to discover why the gene replicated itself, in effect, producing a series of abnormal gene sequences that have overwritten my original code. I ask that all of you remain seated and to please not interfere. This study should go no longer than a few hours. Thank you for your indulgence."

I looked once more at Beechcroft. She gave me a polite if not glacial smile and began writing something in the notebook she kept on her lap. She was dressed in a two-piece black outfit that seemed to accentuate her rather stern appearance, and her presence was just another reminder to me that I would either have to conquer this problem or be subdued by it. The fact that she did not have much credibility in my work was a rather audacious presumption on her part, but it was a disturbing blow to my ego nonetheless. Bonnie must have been reading my mind because she discreetly pointed at Beechcroft and smirked.

"Don't worry about her," she said. "Everything is going to go just fine."

"I hope so," I said.

Jill and Laura were all smiles as they wished me good luck.

"Let us know if you need us Dr. Swensen," Jill chirped.

"We'll be happy to help out," Laura added.

"Thank you girls. If I need you, I'll let you know."

With that I turned my back on them and headed toward the cubicles.

The seven units were arranged in a semicircle in the middle of the floor, each cubicle containing a reclining bed and assorted paraphernalia. Rebecca, Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer had finished their preliminary examinations of the subjects, calling upon Maria and Cheryl to assist as needed. Each of the men was relaxing comfortably on their recliners conversing with themselves and my team as they awaited my orders. Craig Lundquist occupied the leftmost cubicle, and I was not surprised to find Cheryl by his side, seemingly enchanted by the young man's obvious charm. To his left was Jeffrey Ames followed by Adam Hildebrand, John Cardelli, Stuart Borg, my brother Philip, and finally, Barney Cole, who was trying to get his wife's attention by thrusting his mid-section up and down, humping the air. He finally got her to look and broke out in a huge grin. She gave him a desultory look.

"Okay, let's begin," I said. "Although most of you have been off the drug for roughly a week or so, the concentration of EJAX-472 is still at its peak. The blood samples we took from all of you just after you arrived have shown this to be true. What we need to do now is to procure a sperm sample from all of you for comparison purposes. Before you ejaculate I want to measure each one of your penises to see if there have been any changes since the last time."

"What kind of changes doc?" Stuart asked.

"Changes in girth, length."

Adam chuckled. "No matter how wider or longer we might get, Barney over there is still going to be the King Cock!"

"You got that right young man!" Barney laughed.

"Your testicles will also have to be examined for any changes."

"My balls have always been huge Dr. Swensen," Jeffrey said, on the verge of cracking up. "Wanna feel 'em?"

The whole room broke out in simultaneous laughter.

"No thank you. I can see it for myself."

"What do you want us to do Christiana?" Philip asked.

"Okay. Does everybody see the mechanical hand by your bed? We are going to use "Mechanical Mary," as I call it, to help bring you gentlemen to orgasm."

All the men heaved a collective sigh of disappointment. "Oh, you've got be kidding doc!" Stuart complained. 

"I know it isn't going to be as exciting as having our lovely assistants masturbate you, but I need to give the girls a break. All of you come forward and the ladies will assist you."

Rebecca had all the men stand in a line facing the audience and were then ordered to disrobe. Gasps of delight issued from the group of women as each man's body was exposed for their inspection. Even the repulsive Dr. Beechcroft stopped writing in her notebook to take a good look at the attractive array of male flesh on display. The men were then given a small dab of lube and were told to begin masturbating themselves. In less than a minute each man had succeeded in producing a full erection. I then had my assistants help each man attach the mechanical hand to his penis. Some of the men complained that it was demeaning to be masturbated in such a fashion, but I was adamant that this first in a series of orgasms be produced without the aid of human hands in order to keep the excitement level as low as possible. In this way, each man could relax and let his orgasm evolve naturally without attaching any emotion to the process, which would have been the case had the women of my team done the work. I was also curious as what results my investment in these devices would produce.

"Are all the devices securely attached?" I asked the men.

Everyone affirmed that they were.

"Lynette, move your girls into position please."

Lynette directed her five girls to take the glass beakers and place them before the men. They would be soon be used in order to catch each man's ejaculate. Seeing she was short two girls, I ordered Maria and Cheryl to each take a beaker.

"You told me I wouldn't have to do this again," Maria whined. "You promised."

"Oh, stop complaining Maria," Cheryl said, as she motioned for the girl standing in front of Craig to move away. 

"No, she's right. I did promise you didn't I Maria?"

Suddenly I heard voices jittering behind me.

"I'll do it!" Jill exclaimed.

I looked at Sheila. "It's up to you."

"Let her do it Chris," Sheila said. "My daughter loves watching guys shoot their loads."

"Like mother, like daughter," I said with a chuckle.

I ordered Jill to pick up a beaker and stand in front of Adam Hildebrand whom I could tell she was already developing a crush on. The boy smiled at her, his modest erection bobbing in anticipation. Laura, however, looked disappointed.

"If you want to come up and help out, that's fine by me Laura," I said.

"Yes!" she replied with a big smile as she jumped out of her seat and ran towards Jill and Adam.

"If you gentlemen will notice, there is a small black button at the base of the wrist. On my mark you will press the button and it will activate the hand. You will feel a slight vibration effect coupled with a slow and gentle up and down motion of the fingers. Once you have pressed the button keep your hands to your sides and let the device do the work. Ladies, when the time comes, make sure to keep the beakers held parallel to the penis to avoid getting sperm on yourselves or the floor. You will notice that the long neck on these beakers is meant to be positioned directly in front of the penis so that just the head can be allowed inside. All right, gentlemen, you may begin now."

As each of the seven mechanical hands were turned on, the room resonated with an eerie low hum. I myself had never seen the devices in action, so it came as quite a surprise when the latex fingers slowly closed around each penis and began to move up and down in an accordion-like fashion. It was actually very amusing to see these disembodied hands stroke each man's prick; the red nails adding a touch of realism to an already lifelike appendage.

As the hands did their work, I kept my eyes on Craig, John, and Philip. Outside of Luis and Joey Balls, these three men were the only ones who had experienced involuntary ejaculation. I wondered if they would suffer an attack even now. It was certainly possible. In any event, the sperm of these three men was very important to me. Once it was compared to the sperm of the other men who had not suffered involuntary ejaculation, a solution might present itself. It was my belief that my original studies had been correct: testosterone level plus the unknown, or x-factor, would be the key to unlocking this mystery.

Once all the men achieved full erection I had them remove the mechanical hands from their penises. They were reluctant to comply, as they all seemed to thoroughly enjoy this unusual form of stimulation. Barney was especially intrigued by the device, even giving it the nickname "Jilly Jerker" as he proudly displayed his enormous erection to the admiring girl in front of him.

"I bet you're still thinkin' about this fine piece of meat since the last time, eh girl?" he said to Lynette, who was standing alongside the girl. 

"I think you'd better shut your mouth and not talk that way in front of your wife," she replied amused, but slightly embarrassed.

"Oh, I'm just teasin'. Just teasin', that's all!" he said amiably. 

He rolled his hips back and forth causing his cock to swing from side to side. Lynette just shook her head and laughed.

"That thing should be kept under lock and key," she said.

"Girls," I said. "I want you to take your rulers and calipers and measure each man's penile length and girth. Then we can reattach the hands."

As the girls started to perform this function, I noticed that Craig was a little bit shy at having his penis examined by Cheryl. I didn't understand his modesty at first since he had been so uninhibited during his performance at Bonnie's birthday party. But judging by the way he looked at her, I think he was infatuated with the dark-haired beauty, and now wanted to present himself in a different light other than the way he was being portrayed. 

"You're not nervous are you Craig?" Cheryl said to him as she gently placed the ruler under his penis.

"A little bit."

"Why? Are you afraid you won't measure up?" she said jokingly.

He laughed. "No. It's just that...I find you so beautiful."

Cheryl's face lit up just then, but she managed to maintain her professionalism. "Well, I find you very handsome. Does that make you a little less nervous?"

He nodded in reply. "I liked you the first time I saw you," he admitted as she recorded his measurement on her notepad.

"Nine inches," she said pertly. "I liked you too. Couldn't you tell?"

"I wasn't sure."

"Really?" she said reaching for the calipers, "I thought it was obvious. You guys can be pretty dense sometimes."

"I guess so."

I watched the two of them continue their conversation with interest. His casual, honest, and kind-hearted manner endeared him to me, and Cheryl was completely under his spell. She laughed at every one of his jokes and allowed him to touch her shoulders as she measured him. Maria stood on the opposite side of Cheryl, holding Craig steady as his measurements were being taken. Their combined effect upon him was a calming one, and knowing that his affections for Cheryl were returned did a great deal to help put him in a relaxed state.

"Somebody get a yardstick for Big Barney!" Adam suddenly said, looking over at the big man.

"What's the problem Lynette?" I asked, seeing that the girl was having difficulty taking the big man's measurements.

"The ruler's too small doctor," she replied.

"Of course it's too small woman," Barney said chuckling. "What you have here is the super deluxe, king-size version of what that boy over there," he said pointing to Adam, "only dreams about."

I noticed Philip staring at Barney's huge prick as it bobbed up and down with a life all its own. He had a hungry look in his eyes and it seemed to me that his recent forced homosexual encounter with Luis Hernandez and Joey Balls must have unlocked some hitherto secret desire within him of which he was only dimly aware. From across the room, Bonnie noticed this too and smiled mischievously. 

"A big dick needs a big stick!" Jeffrey shouted. 

"Yeah!" said Stuart. "Get the man the big rule for the big tool!"

This remark had everyone in the lab laughing, except for Dr. Beechcroft. The expression on her face was one of apparent disdain for what must have appeared to her a very unprofessionally conducted lab test. 

"Okay," I said loudly. "That's quite enough everyone. I don't want this turning into a juvenile free for all. Lynette, use the tape measure on Barney."

Lynette handed the girl her tape measure and she proceeded to measure him from base to tip.

"Is King Cock any bigger than he was the last time?" Adam joked.

Lynette bent down to look at the numbers on the tape. "Holy shit," she said to Barney. "You put on another whole inch!"

"Oh fuck!" Adam shrieked. "Did you guys hear that? Another inch added to an already monster-sized cock! How long is it now?"

"Sixteen inches exactly," Lynette said, holding the tape before her so that all could see. 

"I don't think there's a man on record having a penis that size," Jennifer said, eyeing Barney's prick with lust.

"Let me take a look at that," Rebecca said, running over to the black man.

She examined him a second time and verified the results. "It's true Christiana. I took his original measurements two weeks ago. He's added another full inch."

"You mean EJAX-472 has added another full inch," I said, surprised.

"Yeowee!" Barney cried. "Is this possible? I mean I don't feel any different. Are you ladies sure about this? Jesus!"

"What about the girth?" I asked.

Rebecca applied the calipers to Barney's cock and gave a loud whistle. "Three and one half inches wide! That's a full half inch since last time!"

"This is incredible!" Jennifer exclaimed. "May I see for myself?"

Without waiting for a reply she rushed over to Barney and took all the measurements over again. Her excitement over his apparent gain in genital stature transferred itself to him, and he watched her with amusement as she busied herself in his nether region, feeling his balls and penis and all the areas around it with great interest. Michelle and Sheila, who had been sitting out the preliminaries, both got up at the same time to see for themselves what it was that had excited their colleague so much.  

"I can't wrap my fist around it," Jennifer said, as her little hands tried unsuccessfully to encircle the thick, ebony pole.

"Here, let me," Michelle said, as she took Jennifer's place. "Wow! Just barely!"

"This is quite extraordinary Christiana," Sheila said, casually examining Barney's penis. "Your drug is almost behaving like a growth hormone."

No sooner had the words left her lips than Dr. Beechcroft started to laugh derisively.

"Where did you get your medical degree?" she said to Sheila. "In a cereal box?"

This venom-laced remark, completely uncalled for, caused everyone in the lab to turn his or her full attention upon the impudent woman. Sheila looked at Dr. Beechcroft steely-eyed and then looked at me, unsure if she should offer a retort. While she vacillated I took up the gauntlet.




EJAX-472: Ch. 06



"You promised me that you were going to behave yourself, Dr. Beechcroft," I said. "Why do you find it necessary to insult my colleagues?"

"Forgive me if I overstepped my bounds, doctor"—she said 'doctor' in a patronizing tone while looking at Sheila—"but from my own studies conducted on your drug it is impossible for it to cause any appreciable and sustained change in penile size." She pointed to Barney. "To say that this subject's penis has lengthened due to the drug's influence is as ridiculous as your theory of involuntary ejaculation."

What began as a defense of my friend now took on a more personal flavor as she made it clear that she was going to attack me as well. Bonnie was going to say something to her, but because the issue dealt with scientific matters that she could only dimly comprehend, she wisely held back this time, waiting for me to respond. 

"I wish to remind you once again Dr. Beechcroft that, despite your lofty academic credentials, you are here solely at my discretion. And that I, at any time, can have you removed from these premises."

"You have that right of course," she replied tersely.

"I made it clear to you and everyone who has chosen to observe that you were not to interfere with this experiment without my consent. Yet, you have chosen to disregard my wishes and have gone out of your way to insult not only me, but my colleagues as well. My question to you is: why? If you are seeking to debunk my theories you are free to do so, but on your own time. Do not interfere again. And do not insult me or the other doctors here. Are we understood on this point?"

"I have a right to express my opinion based upon the findings I have made. I do not apologize for that."

"You purposely insulted my colleague," I said. "It's one thing to express an opinion. It's quite another to cloak that opinion in an offensive remark. I will not tolerate it."

"I want to say something here, Dr. Swensen," Craig said, suddenly. 

I was taken a bit off guard by the young man's request, but welcomed the interruption.

"What do you wish to say?" I asked him.

He turned to Beechcroft. "I want to say is that this involuntary ejaculation thing is true. It happened to me and a few other guys here. So before you call Dr. Swensen a liar you should keep an open mind. Isn't that what scientists are supposed to do?"

"Bravo 'bro!" Barney exclaimed. "That's tellin' her!"

"So you claim," she said to Craig, almost as a rebuke. "But my studies on the drug do not confirm this theory, young man. I think you simply suffer from a hyperactive sex drive."

Now several of the men and some members of the audience were starting to get riled. Sheila, finally finding an opportunity, went on the offensive.

"You're not content to insult the doctors in attendance, but you also have to insult the patients too, I see. Well, that may be the way you behave back in America, but in this country it is the sign of a uncultured person."

This statement was greeted with a round of cheers from all.

"And on top of that," Sheila continued, "what makes you think you know everything about this drug when its own creator can't explain why it is behaving the way it does?"

"I only offer my findings for your scrutiny," Beechcroft replied coldly. "I did not say that I know everything about the drug, only that the claims made for it are not substantiated or consistent with the evidence on hand."

"Then why don't you shut your mouth and sit down and then maybe the doctors can give you some evidence," said Janine, much to everyone's surprise.

She hadn't said it in a nasty way but Beechcroft glowered at Barney's wife nonetheless, her mouth set in a frown.

"Excuse me, 'doctor'," she said with thinly veiled malice, "I thought you had something relevant to say."

Barney quickly jumped in. "Hey, don't you go insultin' my wife!"

"You really are an asshole Dr. Fuckcroft, do you know that?" Bonnie finally blurted out, unable any longer to hide her frustration.

Rebecca looked at me and threw her hands up in disgust. "Get rid of her Chris. She's ruining everything!"

Even Michelle, who had been quietly witnessing the proceedings, urged me to have the nuisance removed.

"This is your show," she said, "not hers."

More heated words were exchanged between Beechcroft and the audience with the subjects also finding it necessary to fling their unscientific opinions in the argumentative woman's face. Several barbs about her personal appearance were made and she countered by poking fun at the apparent shortcomings of the men's penises, saying that Barney was the only 'real' man among them. This prompted even the good-natured Craig to lose his composure, commenting that his nine-inch prick was more than adequate to stuff down her throat and shut her up.

Eventually it all boiled down to a shouting match, and I had to resort to having Lynette set off the fire alarm in order to get their attention. By this time all the men were quite angry at the insolent bitch from Harvard and were demanding blood. The women in the audience who had tried to reason with her and failed, sat silently in their seats waiting to see what I would do.

"Dr. Beechcroft," I began, "you have shown me and my colleagues no respect. Therefore I am not going to show you any. Lynette, throw this woman out, and you have my permission to use whatever force necessary to remove her from the premises."

My trusted black Amazon moved quickly to where the troublemaker sat. Beechcroft looked at the tall security officer with fear, already starting to move away to avoid being touched.

"What are you afraid of doctor?" she said to me with a trembling voice. "Afraid that I may expose you for the fraud you really are?"

Before Lynette could reach her, Bonnie sprung up out of her chair in a flash, climbing over two other women in order to get to Beechcroft. 

"You fucking bitch!" she screamed at the frightened doctor. "I'm going to tear your tongue out of your fucking head!"

Before Bonnie could get at the woman, Lynette had pulled her away safely out of my angry sister's reach.

"Throw the asshole out!" Bonnie screamed. "Throw her out before I kill her!"

"And if she don't do it," Barney said, referring to Lynette, "I'll do it for you doc!"

"Yeah, get the fuck out of here you stupid bitch!" Stuart yelled. "Go back to Harvard!"

Some of the women now too, especially Janine, were trying to get at Beechcroft, having taken all the verbal abuse they could withstand. Lynette frantically called on her girls to help keep the maddened woman at bay. Relinquishing their positions by the men, five of her crew rushed to her aid, managing to put themselves between Janine, several others including Ann and Denise, and Beechcroft. Cheryl and Jill moved closer to me, both girls visibly upset. Even my three colleagues were hard at it, flinging insults at the terrified American, and threatening worse to come. It was pandemonium.

Amidst all this confusion one woman had managed to retain her composure. Trying to shout over the din she kept repeating the words "look!" over and over again and pointed in the direction of the naked men. While all our attention was being focused on Beechcroft's forced expulsion from the lab, it was Priscilla Ames who first noticed the transition that was taking place right before our eyes. She rose up from her seat and looked straight at me screaming to be heard. Bonnie, who was sitting next to Priscilla, now also got up from her chair and began shouting for me to look behind me.

As I turned my head I beheld the face of John Cardelli, its natural beauty now transformed into some hideous parody of itself as his hands worked feverishly on his penis. John, who had remained uninvolved with the altercation from the beginning, now displayed almost demon-like speed as his right hand flew up and down his shaft while he cupped his sperm-laden balls with the other. It seemed as if his entire body was on fire. He jerked his cock this way and that, as if trying to force an ejaculation. Suddenly I noticed that the room had grown quiet, as all eyes were now focused on the frantic masturbator.

"Oh my God!" Ann cried. "It's happening again!"

There was no doubt about it. The involuntary ejaculation response was now taking control of John's body, and all he could do was look helplessly at his wife and the rest of us as he was compelled to fulfill its directive.

"Ow!" Lynette hollered suddenly, letting go of her captor. "You fool!"

Beechcroft had taken advantage of the interruption by kicking Lynette in the shins. She ran down the steps onto the platform where the men were standing, avoiding the arms of my crew who were trying to intercept her. As she came off the landing she tripped and fell flat on her face before me. I reached down and pulled her up by her hair.

"You want evidence Dr. Beechcroft?" I said, nearly spitting the words in her face. "Look no further!"

As I said this I yanked her head back and flung her spindly little body forward so hard that she came crashing down face first directly in front of John Cardelli's 10-inch weapon. She lay breathing heavily on the floor in front of the distracted man, looking all the while like a rag doll with the stuffing knocked out of her. Both Cheryl and Jill made a motion to aid the fallen woman, but I restrained them both with a warning glance.

"Stay back!" I ordered, sensing that John was now on the verge of giving up his white-hot seed.

The other men backed away too, seeking protection behind the walls of their respective cubicles. 

The expression on John's face was a combination of extreme agitation and absolute bliss. I had noticed from the very beginning of the test that he appeared to be preoccupied and visibly distressed. When I questioned him about his apparent apathy he assured me that it was just attributable to his mood. I should have seen through his artifice. But in my desire to find a solution to his problem, I neglected to delve deeper into the cause of his depression. Little did I know at that time the magnitude of his neuroses, and how significant a role it would play in helping me to find the answer to the missing part of the EJAX-472 equation. 

"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he screamed, as his fist now became a blur. 

And then I heard a very soft moan that began in the pit of his stomach and worked its way up into his throat until his body could no longer contain the expulsive force within.

"I'm fucking cumming!" was all he could say as his body went completely rigid.

Dr. Beechcroft raised her head slowly, trying to regain her equilibrium. She had heard John's exclamation but she was too late to do anything other than look on in amazement, her thin-lipped mouth gaping in awe at the monstrous prick that was only a few feet in front of her, already starting to release its creamy burden.

On his last upstroke he cried out again, as the first sticky jet of hot cum sailed up and outward away from his body and into the air. Beechcroft followed the spectacular trajectory as it washed over her head, portions of his offering falling about her in pearly drops before the main onslaught splashed into a coffee machine over 20 feet away. She tried to get up but her legs gave way under her just as John fired off a successive array of hot spunk that found its way into her hair, face, and lower body. The force of the ejaculations prevented her from getting up, so she could only hold her outstretched hands in front of her face while using her legs to propel herself backwards out of the way of the oncoming barrage.

"That's real nice John!" Barney exclaimed upon seeing the miserable woman run for cover on all fours. "You got that bitch all slicked up real nice!"

Everyone in the lab went wild. I found myself joining in with the rest of the crowd, cheering each time one of John's creamy missiles found its target.

"Give the bitch a sperm bath!" Bonnie shouted with glee.

Dazed and confused, Beechcroft managed to rise to her feet and wheeled around looking desperately for the exit. Instead of heading toward the door closest to her, she ran towards me, slipping and sliding on a lake of sperm until she again lost control and crashed into the side of the cubicle where Craig was hiding, trying to avoid getting splashed with John's errant emissions. The young man caught her in his arms and held her there momentarily until he realized that she was dripping with cum. He quickly released her and she ran out toward the farther exit. The retreating woman was greeted with jeers of derision as she ignominiously ran, tripping and falling, out the door.

"Good riddance to an asshole!" Janine yelled.

"Amen!" Barney shouted in response.

John had stopped ejaculating and was now breathing heavily as he dropped to the floor in a heap. Ann came running to the aid of her husband and I followed close behind.

"John, honey, are you okay? Are you okay baby?" she said, kissing him all over his face.

He didn't respond for a few moments, but then he looked up at her and smiled. "God honey," he said between gasps, "that felt good."

She laughed. "Oh, it's always good when you cum baby."

"No," he corrected her. "It felt good to cum all over that stupid woman!"

"She's gone now," I said. "We don't have to worry about her anymore. How are you feeling?"

"Well, for a guy who just shot off a gallon of sperm I'd say I'm feeling pretty fucking great!"

Ann seemed pleased at her husband's revival. "You're actually smiling honey. That's nice to see."

"What do you think triggered this ejaculation John?" I asked.

"I don't know doctor. I was feeling kind of angry inside...you know from losing my job. And then those students of mine...they just left me to the wolves. Not one of them admitted any responsibility in the matter. Then I started to worry about Ann, and if she and I were going to make it..."

His words seemed to catch in his throat.

"We're going to be just fine honey," she said consoling him. "Don't worry about it."

John raised his hand and caressed his wife's face. "I guess I just had all this anger building up inside of me, and finally I just had to let it go."

"Are you saying that it was your anger that made you want to jerk off?"

Ann seemed perplexed. "That can't be right, can it doctor? Whoever heard of somebody having an orgasm when they're angry? It doesn't make sense."

"No, it doesn't," I agreed, but yet feeling unconvinced.

John remained adamant. "I'm telling you that it was these...these negative feelings that caused all this to happen. I'm sure of it."

"Well, you couldn't have picked a better time," I said. "That woman is going to have to rethink her theories. And maybe next time she'll learn to treat others with more respect."

Stuart poked his head suddenly in between us. "John, you are the man! You had Ms. Ugly running for her life!"

John laughed. "I didn't mean to hose her down, but she was right in the way."

"That's all right," Stuart replied. "She needed a good hosing down. You did her a favor, believe me."

In a short while all the men, and most of the women in the audience, gathered around John, who was now standing dressed once again in his medical gown and acting like he had never suffered a dismal day in his life. I ordered Lynette to clean up the pool of sperm that had collected on the floor and to wipe down the coffee machine and any other objects that had been soiled with John's abundant seed. It was too late to collect a sample as the sperm, now lying around for several minutes, had become useless. I called for a ten-minute break while the room was being cleaned and joined my colleagues who were huddled in one corner of the room.

"Could you believe the nerve of that woman?" Jennifer said. "What a horrible creature!"

"If you had to wake up to a face like that every morning," Michelle said, "you'd feel horrible too."

"But poor Sheila! She didn't do anything!"

"I'm glad she got what she deserved. She was the most rudest person I have ever met," Sheila said solemnly. 

"What do you think Christiana?" Jennifer asked. "Do you think she's going to retaliate in some way?"

I pondered the question before answering. "I hope not. At this point all she has are suppositions, not facts. And her arrogance forced her in a direction I don't think she was even aware of. I hope that's the last we've seen of her."

"Me too," Rebecca said. "I thought Bonnie was going to commit murder."

"My sister..."

"Yes? Your sister?" said Bonnie, suddenly coming up from behind me. "Go ahead sis, continue."

"I was going to tell them that you are a tough son of a bitch, but I guess they already know that."

Bonnie put her arm around me and smiled. "You know, being your older sister makes me very protective of you. But from the way you handled Dr. Fuckcroft, I don't think you need my help any more."

"Fuckcroft!" Jennifer squealed. "A perfect name for her too!"

"'Fuck off' sounds even better," Michelle quipped.

We talked for several more minutes until Lynette advised me that her crew had finished cleaning up the residue of sperm. I asked the members of the audience to return to their seats and decided to shift gears in the middle of the experiment to test a theory that had been forming in my mind ever since John Cardelli had raised the issue of anger in connection with his involuntary ejaculation. 

"Gentlemen, please return to your cubicles and put your gowns back on. Craig, stay as you are please."

Cheryl, who was standing nearby, looked at me perplexed.

"I want you to assist me," I said to her.

Craig looked suspiciously at me for a moment and then at the rest of the men, who gave him curious sidelong glances as they moved off. "What's going on doctor? I thought we were all supposed to be up here."

"A change of plans Craig. And with your permission, I would like to test out a theory of mine."

"That's fine with me. Is it going to hurt?"

"No, of course not," I laughed. "But you will have to exert yourself a little."

"Whatever you say doctor."

I had him stand next to me in the middle of the lab facing the audience. Rebecca, Michelle, Sheila, Jennifer, and Cheryl stood behind him and to his left. Maria, Jill, and Laura stood a short ways off to his right whispering to each other and giggling every so often. I told him and the staff that I was going to begin with a series of questions with subsequent answers determining the protocols that would follow. I did not divulge the details of my theory because I did not want to compromise the test in any way. I think this annoyed my colleagues, who felt left out of the loop. They looked at me with puzzled expressions, especially Rebecca, but I believed secrecy was necessary to help prove my theory.

"All right Craig, let's begin. When was the last time you experienced the involuntary ejaculation phenomenon?"

"The last time it happened was a few nights ago," he replied.

"And where were you when it happened?"

"In the bathroom. I had just finished taking a shower."

"Did the incident occur while you were in the shower?

"No. It started after I had dried myself off."

"If I recall, it happened when you were on the phone with me."

Craig blushed and hung his head down as everyone in the lab began laughing.

"You're a naughty boy, Craig," Cheryl said coyly.

He looked at my assistant with a forlorn look on his face but Cheryl seemed more amused than surprised.

"I'm sorry doctor, I didn't mean to..."

"That's all right. I realize it was beyond your control," I said, trying to ease his embarrassment. "Do you remember what time the incident happened?"

"About 5:30 PM I think."

"Do you recall what you were doing prior to ejaculating?"

"Well, on Wednesdays, it was a Wednesday right? Well, I go to the gym on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday."




EJAX-472: Ch. 06



"To work out?"

"Yes, you know...with the free weights."

Judging by his lean and muscular body, I presumed that he must have been a diligent bodybuilder.

"Do you squat?"

"Always."

"Deadlifts too?"

"Yup. Absolutely."

"How much can you bench press?"

"Last Wednesday I pressed 390 pounds."

That's a lot of weight," I said, impressed.

"I'm very strong."

At this point I ordered Lynette and her crew to bring in the free weights that were kept in the recreation room. I knew that we had a bench, a barbell, and about two hundred pounds of weights in total—not enough to perform a convincing bench press, but I was hoping that the increased repetitions would prove just as satisfactory.

"Christiana, what the hell are you doing?" Rebecca said as she approached me.

"I'm acting on a hunch," I replied. "Indulge me."

"Your friends think you're nuts. Maybe you should explain to everybody what's going on."

"No, not yet."

"Well then at least tell me."

I was almost going to tip my hand, but then thought the better of it. "No, I'm sorry, I can't."

"But..."

"You'll have to trust me on this one Rebecca. You and the others stand by. I'll be needing all of you before long."

And with that cryptic statement she walked away from me in a huff. This was the first time I hade ever chosen not to reveal my intentions to the most trusted person on my staff. I don't know why I suddenly felt this impulse to be secretive. I only knew that I did not want to postulate my theory and then have it backfire in my face. I had already suffered the humiliation of seeing my drug stolen and used illegally to the detriment of all those who used it, not to mention that it was behaving erratically in the hosts' systems. I did not want to further compound that original humiliation by a further loss of self-esteem.

After all the weight-training equipment had been brought in and assembled, I told Craig to lie down on bench. He happily obliged and rested his hands on the bar.

"Okay, Dr. Swensen. What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I want you to perform your normal routine, but I want you to perform it to failure. Lynette will spot you."

"No problem."

"You may begin...now."

Lynette moved so that she was standing by his head, ready to assist when necessary. His first presses were quick and easy, unused as he was to the lighter 200-pound load. By the time he reached his tenth press, he was starting to show signs of slowing down. He maintained this slower pace until he cranked out another 10 more repetitions and then he had to struggle ever more forcefully to complete each rep.

I watched Cheryl observe him carefully as his muscles flexed with each upward and downward motion. His body was now covered with sweat and he was breathing very hard. It seemed that all his concentration was centered on his completing each press successfully, and knowing that Cheryl was intently watching him, seemed to compel him even more to impress the young woman with a visible show of strength. By the time he had completed his thirtieth repetition, she was full of admiration for his selfless efforts.

By this time the men were cheering him on as if he were competing in some weightlifting contest. The women in the audience also started to join in cheering him on as he was now reaching his fortieth press. My colleagues looked on impassively, unable to comprehend the reason for the physical trial I was now putting him through. Rebecca sat in a chair off to Craig's left, observing with detached interest every rise and fall of his heaving chest. She didn't look at me once.

Craig was nearing his forty-seventh rep when suddenly his limbs began to fail. He had managed to lift the barbell halfway up before alerting Lynette that he needed help. She quickly grabbed the bar and together they lifted it onto the bench supports. He was greeted with a round of cheers.

In true sportsman-like fashion, the handsome muscleman rose off the bench and took a bow. He reached for a nearby towel and began to wipe the sweat from his face. Cheryl handed him a glass of water.

"God, I can't believe how ripped you are," she said admiring his upper body. "You look awesome!"

"You look pretty awesome yourself!" he replied, as he drained the glass in a matter of seconds.

Barney came over to congratulate him.

"You are one strong mother fucker!" he smiled, as he patted Craig on the back good-naturedly.

"Thanks," Craig said, "but I bet you can press a lot more."

"That's true," Barney said laughing, "but that 's because I'm a lot bigger than you."

"In more ways than one!" Jennifer inadvertently blurted out.

Barney and Craig both turned to look at my embarrassed colleague at the same time. "Now don't you be comparin' our cock sizes doc," he said to her. "I'm just big all over."

I could tell she was tempted to reply but managed to maintain her professional demeanor and simply smiled, eying him like he was a piece of candy.

"Have all the measurements been taken?" I asked Rebecca, who was now looking all the more disinterested as she sat in her chair staring out into the audience.

"Rebecca?" I asked again.

"Yes, doctor," she replied formally, "all the measurements have been taken."

She was sulking, something I had never seen her do.

I had Craig move back to his cubicle and lie down on the examining table. I then ordered Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer to examine his heart rate, blood pressure, and testosterone levels. Rebecca remained in her seat.

"I'm going to need your help, please," I said to her.

Without a word she rose out her chair and moved toward me, stopping a few feet in front of Maria and Cheryl.

"What would you like me to do, doctor?" she said coolly.

"Well, first I would like you to stop calling me 'doctor.'"

"As you wish."

"Oh, come on Rebecca. You're being ridiculous!"

"I'm being ridiculous? What do you call having that boy lift all those weights?"

"I told you that I didn't want to divulge my theory until I made this test."

"The test is over. Spit it out."

Her stubborn behavior was beginning to irritate me.

"I can't tell you just yet."

"Why can't you tell me?" she said, raising her voice. "I, of all people, have a right to know!"

Suddenly, everyone ceased talking at once and all attention was focused upon my senior colleague and I. I really didn't want to cause a scene. Not only because it was unprofessional, but because I was afraid an argument between us might serve to undermine our credibility and cause the men to lose faith in our efforts to aid them in their plight. Against my better wishes, I decided to tell her, and everyone else, the truth.

"All right," I said to Rebecca. "You win."

I now spoke so that all could hear me.

"I'm going to put an end to this mystery," I began. "I know all of you think it was a bit strange for me to have our subject here undergo a bit of weight training, but there is a reason for it. I..."

"Christiana!" Michelle exclaimed, moving away from the examining table.

Sheila and Jennifer each cried out as if in fear. As they retreated from the table their absence revealed a seemingly distraught young man in the throes of agony.

Craig's medical gown had protruded several inches out from his genital area and his hand was now reaching down to confront the intruder under the cloth. His face had turned a deep crimson and his breathing was coming fast and hard. 

"Get him upright!" I ordered Lynette. "Hurry!"

Within seconds the recliner was positioned to a 45-degree angle and his gown was removed. As his erection was revealed, everyone gasped.

There, in place of his already impressive nine-inch penis, was a newer, more imposing model, the size of which now rivaled that of Barney's 16" monster prick. Its girth, too, had increased, much to the astonishment of everyone. I grabbed Sheila by the arm.

"It seems you were right," I said to her as I stood with my mouth open, staring along with everyone else at the wondrous transformation taking place in front of our eyes.

"It's acting like a growth hormone," Sheila said, awestruck. "Just as I said."

"Jesus Christ!" Michelle exclaimed. "I don't believe this!"

"Restrain his hands and feet!" I ordered Lynette. 

It took some time to force his hands from his prick, but with the help of all of the women working in tandem his arms and legs were finally secured.

"No!" Craig screamed. "I have to jerk off! I have to cum!" He looked down at his ever-expanding prick. "Help me doctor!"

"I'm trying to!" I said. "Hold still!"

"I'm feeling like I have to cum!" he gasped.

"Help him Dr. Swensen!" Cheryl pleaded.

"Rebecca, take his blood pressure. Quickly!"

Several of my staff had to physically subdue him while Rebecca took his readings. He was moaning loudly and the women were finding it difficult to control his thrashing body.

"Gentlemen," I said, turning to Barney and the others, "I need your help!"

The men moved toward the recliner all at once. The women backed off to allow the men access to the writhing body. Barney held the boy's legs down, one powerful hand on each ankle, while Jeffrey and Stuart each took a hold on one of his arms. John took a towel and wiped the sweat off the boy's face, repeating words of encouragement. Adam and Philip stood off to one side, in complete awe of what they were witnessing.

"One sixty over one twenty!" Rebecca shouted.

"It's going through the roof!" Jennifer said. 

"Get me a hypo!" I yelled to Maria. 

Several moments later Maria was handing me a hypo filled with blood pressure medication.

"Hold him steady!" I shouted, as I tried to inject the fluid into his arm.

It seemed as if Craig had suddenly become possessed of superhuman strength as he tried to avoid being stuck by the needle.

"Come on guys," I yelled, "you've got to help me here!"

"This son of a bitch is fuckin' strong!" Barney said, trying to maintain his grip. "I can't hold him much longer!"

Some of the women from the audience started to drift down into the lab area curious to see what was going on.

"Get back! Get back!" Lynette shouted to them. "We're trying to get this situation under control. Get back and stay in your seats!"

Even Bonnie, who normally feared no one, complied with Lynette's orders.

"Get that shit into him Christiana," Rebecca yelled, "otherwise we're going to lose this kid!"

Try as I might, I couldn't make contact with his body. "I can't!" I screamed. "He won't let me!"

"Hold still! God-damn it kid!" Barney hollered, fighting with all his strength to keep Craig affixed to the bed.

Suddenly one of the restraints gave way and the boy's right arm swung free, forcing Stuart to let go of his grip. Seconds later the other arm also broke free and Jeffrey had to relinquish his hold. I was pushed aside as the men crashed into me, causing me to drop the hypo on the floor.

"Let me go!" Craig screamed, as he pulled his legs up toward his body, breaking loose of both the restraints and Barney's grasp. The black giant seemed amazed the apparent increase in strength of the young man and fell back, ordering me and everyone else to do the same.

"Stay out of his way!" he warned.

With one quick jump, Craig propelled himself out of the bed and stood before us with a face twisted by the influence of some abnormal and overpowering desire. His expression changed from that of madness to puzzlement as if he were trying to comprehend why we were all staring at him. His prick, now greatly enhanced by the power of the drug, bobbed menacingly before him: a reminder that he had once been foolhardy enough to tamper with things beyond his comprehension. I noticed that his scrotum had undergone the telltale symptoms associated with involuntary ejaculation: a massive increase in testicular diameter and a greatly increased sperm volume that surpassed anything formerly achieved during previous tests.

"Why did you restrain me?" he said, confused and angry.

"It was necessary. I couldn't allow you to ejaculate until I determined your adrenalin level."

Rebecca looked at me as if she had been insulted. "So that was it? Adrenalin. That was the big mystery?"

"Yes," I replied. "That's the missing part of the equation. We need to take a sample from his body. He also needs to cum."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," she replied. "Look!"

Craig was now ferociously fisting his huge sperm-swollen prick, his only ambition to release the white-hot fluid from his tortured loins.

"It's happening again and I can't stop it!" he cried. "Why did you do this to me Dr. Swensen?"

"I'm sorry Craig," I replied. "I never meant to hurt you. I had to find a solution to this problem. You've helped me to find it."

"But what about this?" he said, alarmed at the increase in size of his penis. "Will you be able to return me to normal?"

"I believe so, yes. Please return to the bed and let the doctors help you with your orgasm. We need to collect a sample of your sperm."

He hesitated at first, unsure of whether or not he was going to be put back into the harness.

"No restraints!" he demanded.

"No restraints," I promised.

He slowly began to regain his composure, and although he could not remove his hand from his cock, he was able to slow his tempo down just enough to comply with my wishes to not ejaculate before it was necessary. This must have required a feat of tremendous mental control and indicated to me that, with the proper treatment, this problem might indeed be resolved.

Cheryl was beside herself with worry, and had witnessed his brief descent into madness unable to summon herself into action. Now, seeing that he was behaving normally once again, she helped lay him down on the bed, caressing him and comforting him with gentle words.

"Are you okay?" she asked him.

"I'm fine now," he replied, "except for that." He pointed to the erect 16-inch phallus that jutted out from between his legs.

"Dr. Swensen will take care of it," she said.

"I hope so," he replied with concern. "On Barney it looks good, but I really don't want to spend the rest of my life fighting to get that thing into my pants."

"I would think most women would want to get it out of your pants."

She looked at the giant penis as it stood defiantly erect despite its owner's recent ordeal. Sensing that he was calmer now, she reached out her hand and gently tugged on his pulsing member.

"I can't believe you've added seven inches," she said running her hands up and down the quivering piece of stiff flesh, mesmerized by its obscene charm. "Does it hurt?"

He moaned softly at the pleasure her hands were bringing him. "No. But it's fucking weird. Don't you think?"

"Very weird," she agreed. She toyed with him then, pulling on his sac and giving him a few fast and hard strokes. "Feel good?" 

"Yes. You have a nice touch."

Cheryl continued to tease and stroke him, all the while closely inspecting the huge tool with great interest. It seemed to pulse even more insistently now, in response to her manipulations.

"I think you'll feel better if you cum," she said finally.

Before Craig could reply, I drew myself between them and outlined for him and my staff what was next to be done.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to collect some samples."

"I understand doctor," Craig said.

"Of course, Dr. Swensen," Cheryl added.

I turned to Rebecca. "I want you to take a blood sample and get it to the outer lab. I want some tests done on it immediately to check for abnormal adrenalin production."

"I'll take care of it," Rebecca said, as she searched for a hypo.

"Sheila and Jennifer, I want you to place the testicular restraints on him."

"Hold on doctor," Craig said, suddenly alarmed. "You promised."

"I promised I would not secure your arms and legs. But we need to get your penis and testicles secured to prevent you from masturbating. It will also help prevent you from ejaculating prematurely. I need to examine you for a few minutes before we take a sperm sample."

He seemed to accept my explanation without further comment.

I knew he was deeply worried about what was to him an inexplicable and unprecedented increase in penis size. He stared at the unfamiliar-looking monster between his legs with trepidation, as if something alien had been grafted onto his body without his knowledge or consent and was now seeking to mock him by its very presence. It was only Cheryl's continued vigilance that seemed to keep him relatively relaxed. I decided to give him a mild sedative to help ease whatever discomfort he was now feeling and to help facilitate his examination.

Seeing that the other men were now just milling around, I ordered them back to their respective cubicles while the examination was underway. Lynette and her five-girl crew, along with Jill and Laura, sat with the women in the audience, watching my progress, ready to intercede at a moment's notice. Craig was completely relaxed now as Sheila and Jennifer fitted the leather straps of the restraint around his cock and balls. I had them employ one of the largest devices available, and even then they had some difficulty fitting the leather straps under and around the massively swollen scrotum. Eventually, his genitals were confined in the device and he rested quietly. A few times he tried to move his hands toward his crotch, but Cheryl was always there, gently intercepting him and moving his hands back to his side. I asked Michelle to monitor his heart rate while Maria assisted.

Rebecca took a sample of Craig's blood and had Maria run it over to the outer lab for immediate analysis. 

"At least his blood pressure is evening out. One forty over ninety."

"He's still borderline hypertensive," Maria said.

"Yes," I said, "but still within acceptable limits considering what he's been through. Would you measure him please," I said to Jennifer.

Using the same tape measure Lynette had used on Barney earlier, Jennifer placed one end of the tape at the base of Craig's cock and ran it upward to the tip of his shaft. Her jaw dropped.

"Sixteen and one-half inches!" she exclaimed. "He's bigger than Barney!"

"Oh, my God!" Craig said, shutting his eyes from the monstrous sight.

"Don't worry," I said, trying to comfort him. "The growth spurt is only temporary. It can be reversed."

"How about letting us in on it Christiana?" Michelle said, looking impatient. 

"I think you owe us that much," Jennifer added, taking the measurement for a second time.

Sheila made no comment, but I knew she was just as curious to learn what it was I had guessed all along. Rebecca stood silently waiting for me to speak.

"Forgive me for not sharing my suspicions with you, but I was afraid I was going to humiliate myself yet a second time. The gist of it is this: there is a direct correlation between the adrenalin level in the body and the inducement of the involuntary ejaculation response. The testosterone levels are only a secondary factor, and its influence, though necessary, is negligible. The blood tests will corroborate my findings but I am now certain that the involuntary ejaculation response is heralded by an increase in adrenalin production initiated by stress."

"So, that's why you had Craig physically exert himself," Michelle said, "so that his adrenal glands would produce an excess of adrenalin and induce the response?"

"Yes," I replied. "The physical exertion was just one way of proving my point, but, as you all know, there are many other factors that contribute to stress, not the least of which is coping with everyday matters. This explains why John Cardelli had his embarrassing episode. He was under great stress because his marital relationship was floundering, coupled with guilt and worry over his infidelity to his wife and possible divorce. All these negative and conflicting emotions resulted in stress, with subsequent production of immense amounts of adrenalin being pumped into his bloodstream. Once the adrenalin level had reached a certain point, it triggered the response."




EJAX-472: Ch. 06



"What about the other subjects? Why didn't they have any episodes?"

"Probably because the stress levels in their lives are relatively low, or they simply handle stress better."

Rebecca looked at me doubtfully. "There is no way you can keep people from avoiding stress Christiana."

"I didn't say that they avoided it. It was how they handled it that prevented an occurrence."

"You're treading on shaky ground here. You can't continue to administer the drug as long as there is the slightest possibility that a stress-related attack can occur."

"That's true. But there is a way to trick the drug into behaving as if it were a stress reducer."

"How?" Jennifer asked.

"The original gene coding of EJAX-472 does not make allowances for an increase in the production of adrenalin and therefore is unable to halt the progression of the involuntary response. However, I can rewrite the code sequence to include an adrenalin-inhibitor gene, which will nullify the effects of the hormone and prevent the response from occurring."

"But what about the growth spurt?" Cheryl asked. "How did that happen?"

"I think Sheila hit the nail on the head when she said that the drug was behaving like a growth hormone. We all know that EJAX-472 increases sperm production and we have all seen a similar increase in the testicular region. That it would also physically alter the cells of the penis is something I could not have foreseen. It was not written into the code and I can only account for its presence as being caused by the body's own production of human growth hormone interacting with the drug on a very subtle level. This however is only a side-effect, and once I have analyzed his blood and sperm samples I will be able to develop a treatment to reverse the growth process and return his penis to its normal size."

"I don't know what to say boss," Rebecca said looking bemused, "except that you're fucking brilliant."

"It's a plausible explanation," Michelle said, "but how on earth did you ever manage to construct your theory is such a short time, and without the benefit of lab results?"

"Most of my best thinking on this subject has been done on the fly," I said with a smile. "In fact, the original genome came to me while I was shaving my legs in the shower."

"You're kidding doctor!" Maria laughed.

"No, I'm quite serious! Some of you may be aware that Mozart wrote all his music in his head while engaged in non-musical activities, and simply transcribed his already perfected music onto paper. Well, that's the same way I work. The only difference is that I see gene sequences in my head, not notes."

"Did I just not say that she was fucking brilliant?" Rebecca said with a grin.

Sheila, who had listened to my explanation for the phenomenon with increasing interest, shook my hand. "You are a truly amazing woman Chris. Your solution would never have occurred to me in a million years. Truly amazing."

"But what I want to know," Michelle said, "is what got you thinking along those lines in the first place?"

"You can thank Mr. Cardelli for that," I replied. "He said something to me that stuck in my mind during that incident earlier. He said that he was feeling a great deal of anger at losing his job and felt betrayed by his students. He was also worried about his marriage. All these negative emotions produced a state of extreme stress. He felt the involuntary ejaculation response kick in at that point. Using that information as a starting point, I simply extrapolated from then on. I used Craig to support my hypothesis."

"What a mind!" Michelle said, duly impressed. 

Cheryl looked thoughtful. "You know, if you think back to Bonnie's party, a lot of those guys like Luis and Joey Balls, and Mr. Olmstead too, were all under a great deal of stress."  

"Exactly!" I replied. "Increased stress produced increased amounts of adrenalin in the bloodstream and induced the response. I noticed the first signs of that trend when Craig experienced that enormous ejaculation at the dinner table. That huge load was not simply attributable to the talents of Patti Ann and Alice, but rather to the increased adrenalin level he was experiencing at the time. He may have been playing a role in a pre-rehearsed skit, but he could not overcome his inherent shyness. This produced a lot of stress in him."

"Poor guy," Cheryl said, rubbing her hand over his stomach.

"Mmmm...." he moaned softly.

"Speaking of which," I began, "I think it's time we relieved this poor fellow of his sperm."

He looked at me with a faint smile. "I don't think I can last much longer doctor."

"Well, then, let's take care of you. Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes...yes!" 

"Would you like to masturbate yourself or would you prefer one of my colleagues to do it?"

His eyes immediately focused on Cheryl. "Would you mind?" he asked her.

She bent down and whispered in his ear, but I could still hear her. 

"I've been dying to get my hands on you," she said. "I'm going to milk every single last drop of cum from those big balls of yours."

Delighted at her response, Craig's cock twitched visibly in anticipation. I was actually very proud of the boy being able to master the overpowering urge to masturbate. He showed a degree of control that was truly exemplary when compared to the other subjects who had fallen victim to the drug's unwelcome side effects. 

I ordered Sheila to remove the testicular restraints and had Rebecca adjust the bed to a 45-degree angle. 

"Your attention please," I said, addressing the audience. "We are now going to procure a sperm sample from the subject for analysis. After that I am going to call for a twenty-minute intermission before we resume obtaining samples from the remaining subjects."

Cheryl had already begun applying the new "extended masturbation" cream that I had developed to use when excessive sensitivity prevented ejaculation via masturbation. Craig's penis was now extremely sensitive, and what was required was a long, slow, sensuous handjob to avoid having him experience any pain or discomfort.

"Who wants to catch the cum?" I asked the girls in Lynette's crew.

"No, wait," Maria said. "I'll do it."

Since she had objected to this task earlier, I was surprised that she was now so willing to offer her services. But when I saw her look at Craig, I knew that she was just as taken with him as many others on my staff.

"Fine," I said. "Go get a beaker."

She ran off to get the item and I turned to Craig.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"I feel pretty good. But I need to cum real bad."

"We're going to take care of that right now."

"His pulse and blood pressure are both normal," Rebecca said, checking the readout on the screen above her head.

"Okay. Cheryl, he's all yours."

Standing on Craig's left, Cheryl extended her right arm over his body and grasped the thick piece of turgid flesh that loomed like a giant pepperoni above the horizon of his thighs. He groaned with sheer pleasure at the sight of her soft, dainty fingers upon his cock, the coolness of her touch making him jump slightly until the combined warmth of her hand and the lubricating cream put him into a dreamy, relaxed state. I noticed that she was handling his penis much differently than the way she had mercilessly attacked Luis' cock. There were no abrupt or casually indifferent moves employed, just a slow, rhythmically precise up and down motion geared to provide just the right amount of pressure to bring him to orgasm. It was a gentle yet firm approach and one that he seemed to be enjoying immensely.

Maria crossed in front of Craig's bed carrying a large, glass beaker. I told her to stand in front of me, ready to position the stem of the receptacle in front of his penis when he was ready to ejaculate.

"Let us know when you are going to cum," I advised Craig as he caught sight of the beaker in Maria's hands.

He shook his head to tell me that he understood, but I could tell he was already finding it difficult to talk.

Jennifer, Sheila, and Michelle now stood to Craig's left, just behind and to the left of Cheryl. Rebecca came around to join Maria and me, her voyeuristic tendencies now starting to manifest themselves as she avidly watched the masturbation continue.

"The testicles are abnormally large, doctor," Jennifer remarked, as she peered over Cheryl's stroking arm, "even taking into consideration the effects of the drug."

"As I mentioned earlier," I replied, "this is due to the growth hormone effect. With the reduction of sperm in the testicles, this phenomenon should be nullified."

Seminal fluid began to collect around the tip of the boy's protruding glans, signaling the onset of ejaculation.

"Somebody's going to cum soon, aren't they?" Rebecca chuckled.

"Do you mind if I play with your balls young man?" Michelle inquired with a sly grin.

"Michelle!" Must you?" I said, annoyed.

She didn't respond right away, preferring instead to take off her medical gloves before answering. "I'm going to help him." Cheryl looked at her questioningly. "It's all in the name of science."

With that my colleague moved in between Cheryl and Jennifer and reached her long arm out toward Craig's scrotum. She began stroking the bulging sac, now filled to capacity with sperm, and relished in the tactile sensation of her hand upon his testicles. Craig cried out gently in his throat at the welcome intrusion, watching the older woman's beautifully manicured fingers play with his twin marbles of lust as though she were rubbing some exotic balm into his skin. Finally, Rebecca couldn't take it any more.

"Jesus Christ, I want to suck that thing!" she exclaimed.

The entire lab echoed with laughter.

"I'm serious!" she said. "Put some of that lube on my lips," she said to Jennifer.

"Oh, come on Rebecca," Cheryl whined. "He's already close to cumming. You're just going to drive him crazy."

Maria held the beaker up to Rebecca's face. "I have to catch it remember?"

"Relax, the two of you all right?" Rebecca said. "I'll pull away in plenty of time."

"Do you mind if she goes down on you just a little bit?" I asked Craig.

He shook his head.

"Go ahead you horny bitch," I said. "Just don't forget to pull away."

Jennifer leaned over the bed and carefully applied some of the shiny, pinkish, lube to Rebecca's lips. She then bent over the boy and lowered her mouth over his cock, taking as much of him down her throat as she could. The sensation was overwhelming for him as he lifted his midsection up as high as he could in order for his penis to meet the lubricated lips of my libidinous colleague. She could only manage to take six or seven inches of him into her mouth but it was enough to satisfy her craving. Her quick tempo forced Cheryl to speed up her strokes, and Rebecca found her lips making contact with Cheryl's hand on each upward stroke.

"It's so fucking big!" Rebecca laughed, coming up for air.

The giant prick was glistening now with both precum and lube. It seemed to all of us that, incredible as it might seem, Craig's cock had increased in both length and girth due to the lascivious manipulations of my staff. Jennifer was beside herself.

"Can I stroke it just a little bit Cheryl? Please?"

Cheryl was reluctant to give up her prize, but Jennifer had asked so sweetly that the young girl let go of the pulsing pole of flesh and let the older woman take over.

"Just for a little while," Cheryl reminded her. "I want to be the one to get him off."

Jennifer was acting like a kid in a candy store. Her masturbatory technique was quick and fun: she teased the underside of his cock with tickling strokes and squealed with joy as the sticky clear fluid that emanated profusely from the tip of his cock found its way between her fingers.

"This guy has great control," she said impressed. "My husband usually shoots his load when I do this to him."

"Oh, don't brag Jennifer!" Sheila commented. "Here, let me take over for a minute."

Upon seeing her mother take hold of Craig's cock, Jill sprang up and gave a cheer. "Come on, mom! Jerk him off!" 

Cheryl was not at all pleased that her position had been usurped by my two lusting colleagues. She watched with dismay as Sheila applied some fresh lube to the head of Craig's cock and began to pull on him with long, firm strokes. 

"This is how to jerk off a man," she said with a determined look.

Cheryl shot her a baleful glance and I knew there was going to be trouble unless I interceded.

"Sheila, let Cheryl do it. It was what Craig wanted."

"Oh, shit Chris. I was just having a bit of fun." She let the cock fall out of her hand. "Go ahead Cheryl. He's all yours."

Cheryl quickly resumed her position and now used both hands to bring the tortured boy off. With one pumping fist on top of another, she relentlessly pulled at his taught, cum-filled prick, each successive stoke bringing him ever closer to orgasm. 

After applying more lube to her lips, Rebecca resumed sucking him, much to Cheryl's delight. I had to admit that seeing the better portion of his stiff manhood repeatedly appear and disappear into her hungry mouth was incredibly sexy. Her lube-coated lips glided effortlessly over the firm flesh, adding even more intense pleasure to his already sensitized prick.

Suddenly Craig's balls stiffened up into his sac and his entire body froze. The warning we had waited to hear never came. As Cheryl's hands busily traversed the entire length of his massive tool, the first hint of impending orgasm came upon him. Maria and the rest of us were unprepared but Cheryl knew he was ready to erupt. Rebecca instinctively pulled away, a thick strand of semen already clinging to her lips.

"Maria!" Cheryl shouted.

But it was too late.

Even as my startled assistant raised the glass jar to meet his prick, a thick rope of white cream shot out of the tip, hurtling through space with such force that if flew an amazing thirty feet into the first row of seats and splashed onto a pair of long, nylon-clad legs belonging to my sister Bonnie.

"Jesus fucking Kee-Ryst!" she exclaimed, as she rose from her seat in a panic.

Everyone in the audience, including my staff and I, were astonished at the distance the boy's cum had traveled. The speed of the trajectory was such that no one, including my sister, saw it coming until it was too late. Seeing my sister jump up made everyone else do the same thing—fifty startled women dodging for cover to avoid getting doused with sperm.

Craig's eyes meanwhile were wide open now as he watched Cheryl's hands coax out more of his vital juices. The second and third spurts sailed across the room, landing on the floor a short distance from his first ejaculation. Maria managed to position the stem of the beaker in front of Craig's cock but the next few streams bounced off the rim of the tube and ricocheted off onto her hands and all over her face and hair. She hung her head down in an attempt to block her face from the impending sperm bath but was thoroughly soaked nonetheless. I quickly put my hands over Cheryl's to steady Craig's penis enough so that Maria could place the stem over his spurting tool. This she managed to do with some assistance from Rebecca, and successfully caught the last few spurts as they flew out of his cock, one massive rope of cream after the other.

Michelle watched the beaker fill up to capacity within seconds. "I've never seen so much sperm," she said spellbound.

With a few more firm strokes the great prick was finally drained, the beaker overflowing with cum.

"Get that into the lab fast," I ordered Maria. 

As she walked away with the beaker full of sperm I looked at Craig, who, during the course of his masturbation, remained speechless.

"Why didn't you warn us?" I asked.

"I tried doctor," he replied breathing fast, "but I couldn't get the words out."

"It's okay. We managed to get more than enough sperm out of you. How are you feeling?" 

He smiled up at Cheryl who was now wiping her hands on a towel. "Great, thanks to her."

"No wonder you were going crazy," she said, relieved. "All that sperm was clogging your brain!"

"I don't doubt it," he replied laughing. "You give a mean handjob. Thanks!"

I had my colleagues take the exhausted boy back to his cubicle while Lynette and her crew went about cleaning the sperm that had landed on the floor. During the intermission I went out to the cafeteria to get a cold soda and bumped into Bonnie who had just come out of the ladies' room minus her nylons.

"I think he did it purposely sis," she began. "He soaked me at the party too."

"Don't be silly. It was a random shot."

"There was nothing random about it. The goddamned thing traveled right across the floor at me. You saw it!"

"Yes, I did. It traveled roughly thirty feet but it was not aimed at you."

She looked annoyed. "And I just bought these nylons too!"

She gazed down at her naked but beautiful legs and laughed. "Oh fuck it! What's a little sperm between us girls anyway?"

We talked about Craig's wondrous feat for several minutes and then her face grew pensive.

"How's Philip? He's been very quiet throughout this whole thing."

"He seems to be okay. Hasn't really said much to anyone."

"He looked a little worried to me though."

"I can't blame him," I said. "All of those guys are worried. But I believe I've found the antidote to their problem."

"I hope so sis. He can't—they can't—spend the rest of their lives indoors with a glass beaker in their pockets!"

We both laughed and started walking toward the lab arm in arm. 

"Now that I have Craig out of the way, I have to get sperm samples from the rest of the men."

"Please don't tell me that you're going to use those stupid mechanical hands."

"I don't have to use them," I said. "Why?"

"Why? They look ridiculous, that's why. But more importantly, they can't provide all the subtle nuances that a professional handjob artist can provide." She made an open first and pretended to be stroking an invisible cock. "Oh, baby...you know what I mean sis?"

I chuckled. "You're such a damned tease!"

"The men would appreciate it."

"Okay, okay. Do you want to lend a hand?" I asked half-jokingly.

"Sure," she replied with a grin, "it'd be fun."

I parted with Bonnie once we arrived at the lab. Everyone was milling about engaged in one type of conversation or another. Barney was busy visually inspecting Craig's penis, unable to believe that the young man's sexual organ was now even bigger than his own. 

"Christ almighty boy!" the big, black Hercules lamented. "Now you're making me feel inadequate!"

He said this in a self-deprecating way, smiling as he said it.

"But at least you get to keep yours," Craig said. "Once I get the antidote I'm going to lose this Big Barney, so enjoy it while it lasts!"

"Ha! You make me laugh Craig! Enjoy it while it lasts! Ha!"

Bonnie had joined her husband who was now talking with several of the other test subjects and their wives and girlfriends. Most of the people in the audience were similarly engaged, but I noticed that Sylvia Bjorn and a few of my colleagues from the university were looking at me and smiling. After a while they motioned for me to come over to them.

"Christiana," Sylvia said beaming, "you are a sexual pioneer without peer! Your work is simply outstanding with these men."

"Thank you Sylvia. You're very kind."

"Not at all. That last guy's cumshot was worth the price of admission!"

Several other women expressed a similar feeling by nodding their heads in agreement. One older woman, whom I did not know and who appeared to be in her early sixties, actually giggled at the remark.

"If you can solve this involuntary ejaculation problem," she began, "I think you would stand a good chance of getting your drug approved by the Pharmaceutical Association."




EJAX-472: Ch. 07



Denise was working hard to get Stuart to come first, but her technique was not nearly as effective as Lynette's handling of the boy. Despite this, she tried even harder, making Stuart wince in pain as she dug her fingernails into the ultra-sensitive underside of his cock.

"Ten to one he shoots his load first," Jennifer remarked, waiting patiently for Adam's explosion.

"Younger guys don't usually have the control of older men," Michelle noted, her eyes fixated on the handsome young man's cock.

With Lynette's adept handjob and the two girls' teasing remarks, it didn't take long for Adam to climax. Giving him three quick bursts and a long pull, Lynette coaxed out the first in a series of superb cumshots, all splashing neatly into the waiting receptacle. He must have still been high on the drug because Jill, Laura, and Lynette started laughing when the sticky jets continued to fly long after they normally should have ceased. Rope after rope flew out of the tiny gaping hole atop his prick, coating the inside of the beaker on every side with rivulets of white cream. In no less than several seconds the bottle was half full.

"Fuck," Lynette said still pumping him with all her might, "you shoot out a lot of cum baby!"

Adam could not respond. All he could do was watch her strong, expert hand coax yet another long series of orgasms as his balls continued to fill up with sperm. Jill and Laura shook the beaker back and forth, watching the long streams of creamy spunk splash and ricochet off the inside of the receptacle. They seemed to take a childish delight in this, as if they were watching a cow being milked. Finally, after almost two minutes, the girls held the beaker up high for all of us to see. They shook it back and forth and laughed as the pearly cream sloshed to and fro. I watched them as they walked away toward the outer lab giggly profusely, the beaker about three quarters full of Adam's salty, white essence. 

Lynette helped the fatigued boy to his cubicle and left him there while she returned to her seat in the audience. Amazingly enough, not one drop of sperm had touched her hands.

Now it was Stuart's turn to cum. He screamed like a wounded animal as Denise furiously fisted him, shoving the tip of his bloated cock head into the neck of the bottle just as he began to shoot his creamy effluences in short, rapid bursts.

"Get it all out baby!" Denise exclaimed as her hands traveled the full length of him, provoking him to release a flood of hot, white semen.

"No matter how many times I see it," Rebecca said, as she watched Stuart's cum fill the beaker, "I always get turned on when guys shoot their cream."

"Oh, I think it's so sexy!" Sheila agreed. "Especially when they do it themselves."

Jennifer grunted her approval.

"You are videotaping this, aren't you Christiana?" Michelle asked.

"Yes. I have two cameras recording the whole event from the adjoining lab." 

She looked toward the wall behind where the audience sat and noticed a glass partition behind which two video cameras were plainly visible.

"Oh, good," she said relieved. "I was hoping you would."

"I'll bet you were," I said interpreting her meaning.

Rebecca gave me a suspicious look.

"But this time the tape is going to remain in my possession," I added.

Both Michelle and Rebecca looked at each other with an expression of innocence, but I knew that if given the chance, they would find a way to make a copy to take away for their own sordid uses, just as Rebecca did with the tape from my previous experiment.

"She doesn't think we would do such a thing does she?" Rebecca asked Michelle.

"I hope not," Michelle replied.

"Oh look!" Jennifer suddenly exclaimed.

There was a sudden round of cheers and applause from the audience.

"Stuart missed! Poor girl got it right in the face!" Sheila said.

The young girl holding the beaker had indeed been doused with an errant rope of spunk that ran up from the bottom of her chin and over her face in one continuous long white line. Luckily, it had missed her eye, but it did not stop her from crying out in distress. Maria quickly ran to her aid and took the beaker from her while the girl ran off toward the bathroom. Despite the mishap, Stuart was able to shoot off several more perfect rounds of sperm into the receptacle as Maria dutifully held the beaker aloft and steady.

Once he had finished ejaculating, Maria took the beaker away. It was more than half full. Denise then helped her husband to his cubicle and joined the others.

Jill and Laura had returned to their seats, acting every bit like excited schoolgirls. What they hadn't expected to see was my assistant Cheryl giving Craig a footjob right in front of everyone. 

"Dr. Swensen!" Jill hollered. "Look!"

With that everyone, including my colleagues and all the men still on the platform, looked off in the young girl's direction. I heard Sylvia emit a shallow laugh upon seeing Craig's 16 ½" erect prick being caressed by my assistant's beautifully proportioned toes. Marlene looked on hungrily, as if ready to pounce on the enormous penis like a tiger fervently anticipating wrapping its jaws around a fresh piece of meat.

"Can you believe this?" Rebecca said, breaking into a fit of laughter.

Cheryl's lovely legs were crossed and her right foot was positioned so that she could run her big toe up and down the underside of Craig's prick. At first it must have been achieved by running her foot under his gown, so casually as to avoid detection. But now, the immense tool had worked its way out from an opening in the garment and stood stiff and straight, the tip already dripping with clear fluid.

"Excuse me!" I shouted at the two exhibitionists. "Craig has already given us a sperm sample. We don't need another one, thank you!"

Oddly enough, my statement was greeted by the crowd with groans of disapproval.

"Hey, Dr. Swensen," Barney said, taking a moment to stop Janine's busy hands, "why don't you get that boy up here. Looks like he needs to get rid of some more of his stuff."

Everyone cheered at his suggestion. 

"I don't think that's necessary Barney," I said.

"You know Chris," Sheila interrupted, "it might not be a bad idea. He's probably still got quite a build-up of sperm. Might do him good to get rid of it."

"I agree," Michelle said. "You can see he needs milking."

She had a point. I could tell that the boy was in some discomfort despite the pleasurable feelings Cheryl was giving him. After his recent ordeal, maybe further milking would help alleviate some of the pressure he was now experiencing from the increase in sperm production.

"If you're going to do it," I said to Cheryl, "do it up there. I don't want sperm all over the floor if I can help it."

Craig grinned at me sheepishly as Cheryl grabbed him by the arm and escorted him to the platform. After stripping off his gown, she stood him next to Philip, who looked at his huge prick with envy. Bonnie shrugged.

"Keep that thing pointed away from me," she warned Craig. "You've already soaked me twice."

"Yes, ma'm," he replied, blushing.

Philip now stood between Barney, who was positioned on his left, and Craig, who stood nonchalantly to his right. He also stood between a total of over 2 ½ feet of prime cock meat. He looked back and forth at the stiff tools jutting out before their owners in prideful display, making his own penis look paltry by comparison. He looked displeased.

"Let's get this thing over with, shall we gentlemen?" he said, addressing his well-endowed counterparts.

Bonnie clutched at his penis and gave him a sharp tug.

"Listen to me, Philip," she said sternly. "I saw you looking at their cocks. You're not going gay on me are you?"

"No," of course not," he replied, somewhat offended. "It's just that...well, I wish my cock was a bit bigger, you know."

Her grip on his penis relaxed. "Is that what you're thinking?"

"Well, you always said how much you liked a man with a big cock."

Bonnie's face brightened. "You're cock is just fine sweetheart. What I really want is a man with a big heart. And you have that."

She softened up to him then. He had, after all, been thinking of her by wishing his penis were bigger. Though Bonnie did often express her desire to fuck men with big cocks, and often did so with her husband watching, it was merely a passing fancy. What my hardboiled, though insecure, sister really needed was the assurance that her husband loved her, and there was no doubt that he did.

"You may resume," I said to the final three subjects and their masturbators.

The masturbation of the three men commenced innocently enough, with the ladies displaying feats of manual prowess that rivaled anything Rebecca or Michelle might have done. Janine's small hands and stubby fingers sometimes grew tired as they fought to maintain their grip on Barney's humongous prick. She changed hands several times in the next several minutes but I could tell she was becoming fatigued. Cheryl, too, soon began to feel the effects of sustained and energetic masturbation, constantly shifting her grip or changing her tempo as she worked hard to coax out an orgasm. Craig watched her intently as her hands performed their masturbatory duty, now avidly attacking his tortured flesh with brisk, firm strokes and then slowing down to a crawl as her hands started to tire.

Bonnie was suffering no such difficulties. Because Philip's cock was much smaller than the other two men, her long, lithe fingers had less distance to travel than either Janine or Cheryl, allowing her to jerk him off at full speed. When she felt his huge balls start to tighten she began to talk dirty to him in an effort to make him cum. Philip however, fought hard to resist this impulse, believing that the inadequacy he felt in regards to his penis would be compounded if he ejaculated before the other two men. Bonnie sensed this holding back and wondered at it, forcing her to try several other techniques to bring him off quickly.

Philip's insistence on withholding his ejaculation somehow communicated itself to his partners, who began to pace themselves, much to their ladies' dismay. Janine and Cheryl struggled ever harder to provoke an orgasm, but the men held back, treating the whole thing as if it were a test of endurance. So, what started off as a pleasurable way to obtain a sperm sample now became a contest to see which man could last the longest.

After pulling on her husband's penis for several more minutes without any appreciable results, and her hands now becoming tired and cramped, Janine let go of his cock with an expression of dismay.

"What's wrong with you Barney?" she complained. "Why ain't you cummin' yet?"

"I'll tell you why," Bonnie answered. "They're treating this whole thing like it's a game."

"Like first one that cums, loses, right?" Cheryl asked.

"That's it," she replied, relaxing her grip on Philip's cock. "Isn't that right Philip?"

"Oh, come on ladies," Barney said breezily. "We're allowed to have a little fun ain't we?"

"Not at my expense," Janine retorted. "My hands are damned tired and I ain't gonna be pullin' on your big thing no more."

She turned her back on her husband and walked back toward the audience rubbing her hands together as if in pain. Barney watched her walk away with a puzzled frown.

"Where're you goin' woman? You still have work to do!"

"No way mister!" she replied. "I ain't playin' your game. You finish it yourself or have one of them other ladies do it. My hands can't do no more strokin'!"

Barney was going to protest further, but knowing that his bluff had been called, he just stood there shaking his head, his giant prick still fully erect and glistening with lube cream. Jennifer took Janine's departure as an invitation to take over from where the recalcitrant wife left off. Seizing her opportunity, my colleague quickly rose from her seat and began walking over toward Barney.

"Where are you going?" I asked her.

"These guys want to play a game right? Well, let's give it to them. Let's see who can hold out the longest."

"Why not Christiana?" Sheila said. "Let's have some fun with them. What harm can it do?"

Before I had a chance to reply, Barney, Philip, and Craig had begun questioning the audience, asking the women if they would like to see which man had the greatest control. Surprisingly, the women thought it was a great idea and cheered them on, Marlene being one of the most vocal.

"I'm betting on you young man!" she shouted to Craig.

He looked at her with mild amusement and stuck his cock out in her direction, giving it a few quick pulls. She reacted by hiking her short skirt up high, giving him a glimpse of her fabulously long and slender legs. 

Bonnie was standing silently next to Philip, her arms crossed and her legs planted firmly on the ground, staring intently at the noisome crowd. She then looked at me and laughed.

"Shall we give them what they want sis?"

Rebecca and Michelle both turned to me at the same time.

"It can't do any harm Christiana," Rebecca said. 

"It would be a nice reward for these guys," Michelle added. "They've been more than patient."

Jennifer seemed to be waiting impatiently for my reply. I knew that she wanted to get her little, hot hands around Barney's thick tool. She had made her intentions apparent on more than one occasion. 

I thought back to my previous experiment and was reminded that, despite my own desire to conduct all aspects of the test in a professional manner, the very nature of the study was such that it precluded much of which I believed was proper conduct in a clinical setting. The act of sex in itself was wild and free, so how could I possibly expect these people to behave like they were merely automatons in a synthetic environment responding only to commands given to them by an impassionate observer like myself? Allowing my colleagues to partake in the sexual release of these men in my first experiment set the precedent for what was to follow: I could not expect them to now disassociate themselves from what they perceived to be their rightful claim to provide sexual intervention of behalf of their patients.

"Okay, okay! Everybody please calm down!" I shouted.

In a few moments the room became quiet, all eyes now focused on me.

"I really didn't want this to become a competition," I began. "But I can see that it has. Considering that the men have been so wonderfully obliging and helpful to the success of this experiment, I am willing to allow it."

Everyone cheered this remark; Jennifer most of all.

"Since this is now a test to see which man will last the longest, I will have to ask the ladies to step off the platform and allow me to choose the women who will attempt to bring them to orgasm."

A look of deep disappointment came over Bonnie and Cheryl's faces.

"Oh, come on sis! Let us do it!"

"Please Dr. Swensen! Cheryl whined.

"I'm sorry. I need women who are impartial and who will try their utmost to provoke an orgasm. Please do as I say and return to your seats."

Despite their knowing that I was right, they nonetheless slowly walked away from where the men were standing, their frustration clearly visible to all. Craig, especially, seemed disappointed that Cheryl would not be attending to his massive member, calling out after her that he was going to win the contest on her behalf. I noticed that Philip was looking at Barney's cock again, still erect and throbbing while his own prick lay noticeably flaccid.

"I have decided to let my colleagues conduct the masturbation," I said to everyone. "Under the circumstances I think it the only fair thing to do."

"Thanks Christiana!" Jennifer exclaimed, as she ran straight to Barney.

I saw her look at Janine as she crossed in front of Barney, but the tiny, black woman seemed indifferent to my colleague's eagerness to pleasure her husband.

"Go ahead," Janine said to Jennifer. "You ain't gonna do no better than me."

Barney looked Jennifer up and down and must have liked what he saw because he gave her a great big smile.

"So you think you're gonna get me to cum huh, pretty lady?"

"Yes, I do," she said, her voice thick with lust as her hands fell toward his cock.

"Mmm... that's nice," he said, as her hands enveloped his already excited tool. "How you gonna do that?"

"You don't remember me, but I was in the audience the last time. I know exactly what to do to get you off."

In an instant his expression changed to one of worry.

"I'm gonna outlast these other guys, no matter what you do girl," he said challenging her.

She laughed in his face. "Look at you!" You're already as big as a horse!"

She then grabbed his prick with both hands and delivered several rapid strokes with exquisite skill. He had to fight hard to stifle a cry.

"Which of you wants to do Philip?" I asked.

Michelle was the first to respond. "Let me do it Chris, please. I've been dying to show up your sister for years."

"Don't tell me you have a thing for him."

"I don't. It's just that Bonnie thinks she's better than me at giving handjobs. I want to prove her wrong. And what better way than to do it with her husband?"

"If you get him to cum first that will really piss her off."

"I know," Michelle said with a wicked grin. "Won't that be great?"

When Bonnie saw Michelle approach her husband, she gave me an evil look. I simply shrugged my shoulders and turned to Sheila.

"I want you to handle Craig," I said.

"No problem, Chris," she said, admiring the young man. "He is kind of cute."

"He's adorable," I said. "But I want you to make him cum Sheila. No tricks."

"I'll have him shooting buckets in no time, I promise."

As she walked toward Craig his face lit up, happy to see such an attractive older woman tend to his needs so willingly. Cheryl seemed to take the whole thing in stride, but I knew she was disappointed at having been replaced. She looked at me with the hurt expression of a lost puppy dog.

Sheila, Michelle, and Jennifer quickly applied a generous amount of lube cream to their hands and signaled to me that they were ready to begin. As Barney was the only one of the three to still maintain an erection, I had Jennifer pinch the underside of his penis to allow it to grow flaccid before beginning.

"I'm sorry Barney," I said, as his face winced with pain at Jennifer's touch. "But all of you have to start off on an equal level."

He didn't pay me much attention, choosing instead to watch the results of Jennifer's effective pinch reduce his penis to its flaccid state in a matter of seconds.

"You're gonna have trouble bringing this thing back to life," he said to her.

She just laughed.

"You know I wouldn't have minded taking Barney on again," Rebecca said.

"I know. That's just the trouble. You enjoyed it too much."

She gave me a desultory look but said nothing. She knew I was right. If I had allowed her to masturbate Barney, she would have done everything in her power to make him cum when she wanted him to, not when he desired it. Such was her control over men.

I had three of Lynette's girls position themselves in close proximity to the subjects, beakers close at hand. Seeing that my colleagues were now ready to begin, I offered a few words of advice.

"Stroke hard, stroke fast, and get the men to cum as quickly as possible, that is your duty. If I see anyone one of you slacking off, I will have you replaced. The subjects will alert the girls as to when they are going to ejaculate so that their sperm can be deposited in the beakers."

"What prize is the winner going to get, Dr. Swensen?" Sylvia asked.

"I'll let you ladies decide that," I said.

Marlene and Sylvia looked at each other and grinned.

"Is everyone ready?" I asked.

The women nodded.




EJAX-472: Ch. 07



"You may begin!"

At a much later date, when the videotapes of the experiment had been used as physical evidence during my court hearing, I would distinctly recall this moment as being one of the most memorable events ever to take place in all my years of conducting examinations at the Clinic. Because the experiment had now been reduced to the state of a mere competition, the subjects' inherent macho tendencies to prove which one of them was the most in control of his sexuality became the dominant factor in this race to avoid producing a sperm sample. The drug remained an undeniably potent factor in this competitive scenario, making it all the more vital that each man's mental control conquer his desire to give in to his baser instincts. So, even as their pricks began to grow and expand at the unrelenting stroking of their tormentors, they fought desperately to withhold the ejaculation of their sperm that was now, under the influence of the drug, beginning to flow rapidly into their balls, insisting upon release.

Yet, each man's control was not in itself the only factor in whether or not a climax was forthcoming. The women, too, were possessed of many skills that were brought to bear in their onslaught upon the men's cocks, not the least of which was each woman's own physical attractiveness and dynamism. So, even if the effects of the drug were not enough to induce orgasm—as unlikely as that may be—the men could easily give themselves over to the demands of the women, surrendering both to the tactile joy of the hands giving them pleasure, and finding pleasure in being subject to their mistresses' will. 

Unlike the previous experiment, where the subjects were expected to ejaculate either as a normal result of the drug's influence or on command, this particular event was fast becoming a test of wills in which it would soon be revealed who truly possessed the ultimate control, with the winner taking home the spoils. As I looked out over the crowd, I heard the women shout out their favorite's name, encouraging him to hold out and not cum, to prove that he was the strongest of the three by withholding the fruits of his passion. Rebecca herself was cheering for Barney, while Maria gave her support to Philip, who seemed at this point to be enjoying his masturbation a bit too much for Bonnie's liking. She screamed at her husband to conquer his desire and he greeted her shrill cries with hardly a nod as Michelle's hands drove him to a state of bliss. 

Sylvia and Marlene, as well as Cheryl, Jill, and Laura had formed their own separate cheering section, urging Craig on, with Jill shouting out her mother's name at intervals each time she inflicted an unexpected maneuver upon Craig's cock. 

Sheila was becoming uncomfortable in her standing position, having to bend over at an awkward angle to fist the huge piece of meat. At her daughter's suggestion, she fell to her knees directly in front of Craig, double fisting his pulsing tool until she was rewarded with a large, clear drop of fluid, which suddenly appeared at the tip. At the sight of this, she lost all restraint and bent her head downward until her mouth was just touching the head of his penis. With one quick movement, her hot tongue skirted the area of his corona, dancing around the tip of the soft, mushroom-like head until it found its way to the enticing drop of fluid, licking it up in one long and sensuous motion. His reaction was to grab her by the back of her head and force her down onto his cock. She complied by opening her mouth wide and swallowing a considerable portion of his erection before slowly letting her lips glide back up again to envelop the head, using her tongue to tickle the sensitive glans beneath.

For all his bravura, Barney proved to be little more than putty in the expert hands of Jennifer. His body now swayed back and forth as he drove his cock between her fingers, his face reflecting the ecstasy he was feeling within. She relished in the feeling of his massive prick, the pre-cum flooding her hands as she teased and milked him mercilessly. To her mind, the idea that he would somehow be able to prevent himself from ejaculating at her insistence was never an issue. She laughed gaily at the sight of the big, powerful Barney, now so absolutely under her control. She stuck her tongue in his ear, whispering a litany of filth as her beautiful hands performed their magic upon his straining cock. He stood there, eyes closed and lips slightly parted, a look of absolute pleasure written all over his face. She looked over at me a few times to gauge my reaction to her masturbatory skills, nodding in silent affirmation as I encouraged her and the others to do their best.

It didn't appear to me that Philip was going to last much longer. Michelle, like Bonnie, was an accomplished masturbator of men and could usually get a man to cum without ever having to perform a blowjob. For her, to get Philip to ejaculate first, and by only using her hands, would be a major accomplishment and a terrible blow to Bonnie's ego, as the two of them, although good and dear friends, had always been jealous of the other's abilities in the sexual arena. 

Bonnie looked on with mounting uneasiness as her rival casually let her hand traverse the entire length of her husband's penis, teasing it, coaxing it to release the massive accumulation of semen that could no longer be contained by any effort of will or desire. Michelle, now completely absorbed with her task, and overcome with lust herself, pulled on Philip's prick even more savagely, kissing him passionately every so often as if in defiance of any perceived objection on Bonnie's part. 

It wasn't long before Philip relinquished control of his body to his female superior, submitting to both the overpowering influence of the drug and Michelle's irresistible handjob. I had to admire her technique. It was one carefully calculated and executed with extreme persistence. While most other women would have varied their strokes and the tempo at which they performed their masturbation, Michelle's treatment of Philip remained constant in all respects throughout, preventing him from taking those otherwise precious moments to collect his thoughts, which would allow him some latitude in delaying his orgasm. As it was, her steadfast and consistent grip on his penis, along with the non-varying speed at which the stokes were delivered, resulted in producing a greater influx of sperm into his testicles until he could do nothing but watch helplessly as Michelle coaxed out his orgasm. 

The other two men turned their heads sharply toward Philip as he let out an enormous groan. 

"No, Philip, don't!" Bonnie shouted. "Don't give in to her! I'll punish you!"

It was too late. No amount of verbal or physical threats could stop the tidal wave of sperm that was now rushing upward from the pit of his balls like molten lava, the pressure of which would soon cause a volcanic eruption of tremendous magnitude. His body stiffened under her relentless grasp, and he thrust his hips outward to allow his sperm free and easy access to Michelle's hand. 

In the moments just before his orgasm began, Philip, whose eyes were now glazed over and half opened, looked in his wife's direction and saw a woman standing halfway between him and the audience. She continued to insult him and threaten him, but he paid her little mind. The only thing that mattered to him at that moment was Michelle: her soft, perfumed body pressed in close to his, her tongue kissing the delicate nape of his neck, her hand—unyielding, coaxing, teasing—eager to feel the hot, silky smoothness of his passion as it splashed uncontrollably into her waiting fingers.

Michelle looked at Bonnie with a victorious smile and whispered into Philip's ear. "Shoot it all over my hands baby, I don't care."

Philip groaned once more as he felt the sperm rush up out of his body.

Michelle motioned to the girl to place the tip of the beaker over Philip's cock head as she delivered the final sperm-inducing strokes, anxious to watch him surrender his gooey load. His huge sac, already bloated with hordes of restless sperm, swelled even more as he began to climax. 

"Oh, look at that!" Michelle exclaimed, as the first creamy burst of sperm flew into the beaker, splashing into a million translucent pearls as it hit the bottom of the receptacle and bounced off in all directions. The force of the ejaculation was such that the girl holding the beaker lost her balance, allowing the head of his prick to swing free. Realizing that she had obtained enough ejaculate for a sample, the girl wisely moved away from the spurting tool, watching intently as Michelle ruthlessly masturbated him. Bonnie could do nothing but watch in bitter disappointment as Michele's victory over her was now complete, and although the other two men didn't show it, she knew that they would now look upon her husband as being the weakest of the three—the man whose will had been broken by the hands of a supreme masturbatrix. 

"Oh, shit!" Philip cried as he tensed his lower body in response to her furious handjob, sending another long jet of sticky semen high in to the air and right over his wife's head. 

The entire audience broke out in cheers, even forcing Jennifer, who was hard at work on Barney, to comment: "Better get out of the way Bonnie! You're going to get it again!"

Her warning went unheeded. Only seconds later a stupendous triple-laced arc of cum sailed into the air forming three separate and distinct trajectories of whitish goo. Bonnie dodged the two outermost arcs of sperm, but she could not escape the thick, pasty effluence that ran up the middle of her skirt and on upward, covering her blouse, face, and hair. It was one of the most spectacular aerial displays I had ever seen.

"Oh, fuck you!" she screamed at Philip and his mistress. 

The laughter was deafening. 

Sheila and Jennifer, as well as their two obedient captives, were forced to pause momentarily as they were overcome with joy at seeing my sister covered from head to toe with Philip's wayward cum. For a moment, Bonnie just stood there, long strands of semen dripping from her lovely features onto the floor beneath. A look of hurt and anger came over her face and I knew then that what had once been considered just a game, had now taken on a new and far more serious meaning. Michelle knew it too and tried to gracious, but Bonnie, feeling betrayed by both her husband and her friend, turned and walked out, barely missed getting hit again by yet another creamy burst of jism.

I had thought of running after her but I couldn't leave while the masturbation was still taking place. After a few more weak shots, Philip was finished. He looked fatigued and distraught as a few girls from Lynette's crew marched him back to his cubicle. I don't think he was ever aware that his wife had left; such was the effect the drug and Michelle's uncompromising handjob had on him. 

Lynette, who had been watching the performance from her seat next to Cheryl's, now rose from her chair and instructed her crew to clean up the mess Philip had left behind. Witnessing Bonnie's angered exit, Michelle quickly ran towards me, both her hands coated with sperm. I quickly handed her a towel.

"I think your sister hates me," she said grimly as she dried her hands on the cloth. "I never meant to make her angry. It was just a game after all."

"I think she was really disappointed in Philip more than in you."

"So he came first, so what?"

"That's not the point. She thought he could hold out against you. The fact that he surrendered control so easily to you is what made her go nuts."

She sighed deeply. "You know Chris, I really like Bonnie very much, even despite the fact that we always seem to be in competition with one another. But sometimes she can be a real bitch. Sorry, but that's how I feel."

"You don't have to apologize, Michelle. She's always been a poor loser. If I were you, I'd just let this whole thing blow over."

Michelle finished drying her hands and sat down next to Rebecca and Maria without saying another word. I don't think she really believed that Bonnie was going to let this issue simply "blow over".

The sperm that Philip had deposited was now cleared away and the contest to see which man was going to be able to withhold his orgasm was once again underway in earnest. It was difficult to tell which of the two men would come first. Barney, for all his physical strength and stamina, seemed to be quite under the spell of my attractive and loquacious colleague, and he seemed to be falling more and more under her influence with each passing second. Craig, on the other hand, did not appear to be succumbing so easily to Sheila's talents. His mind seemed fully focused and aware, despite the tremendous assault on his cock.

After several minutes had elapsed and it seemed that a simple handjob was not producing the expected results, Sheila decided that it was time to up the ante. Without any warning, she stopped masturbating Craig and removed her lab coat. And then, to everyone's surprise, she removed her blouse and bra, exposing her two beautiful breasts. Craig stared at her exposed chest wide-eyed, his cock bobbing up and down in sympathetic reaction to the two lovely mounds of pink flesh, their erect nipples proudly on display; an obvious indication of her excitement.

Jennifer quickly let go of Barney's prick. "Hey Christiana! Are you going to allow this?"

"Way to go mom!" Jill exclaimed, upon seeing her daring mother expose her lovely breasts to everyone.

Sheila turned to her daughter and invited her down. 

As she had done once before, Jill instantly came to her mother's aid, dragging Laura along behind her. Following Sheila's instructions, the two girls were soon employed in rubbing and teasing Craig's hugely swollen balls in an effort to produce maximum sperm production. He watched the two pretty vixens with amusement as they teased and played with his mind and body, relishing the feel of their warm and supple fingers on his sperm-bloated sac. 

Applying a small amount of lube between her breasts, Sheila knelt before Craig and placed his huge tool in between them, allowing him to masturbate himself in this fashion. With his cock now nestled snugly between Sheila's lustrous twin peaks and his balls in the manipulative hands of two lovely teenage girls, Craig prepared himself for the ride of his life.

"I know you ladies are trying your best to get me to cum first," he said as he settled into a comfortable tempo in the crevice of her breasts. "But that isn't going to happen."

"We'll see about that," Sheila said, as she felt his legs quiver.

Jennifer looked at Sheila, then at me, with a look of dismay. "What the hell's going on here?" she said.

"No one's stopping you Jen," Sheila replied, as she watched Craig's cock head touch the underside of her chin. "Have some of the girls help you."

Jennifer again looked at me, uncertain what to do. Since no ground rules had been laid down regarding who or how many could participate, I saw no reason to spoil their fun.

"Help yourself!" I said to Jennifer.

Seeing that my invitation had now given her free reign to choose whom she might, Jennifer smiled in Barney's face.

"You're going to have some company Big Barney," she said giving him several vicious pulls. "Who wants to help me out with this big guy?" she asked everyone.

I looked at Janine, expecting her to accept the offer, but she just sat there and shrugged. I thought back to the initial experiment that had taken place in this very same lab several weeks ago, and Janine's refusal to take part in any aspect of it, including any plans that might benefit her husband. I wondered why such a kind and passionate man like Barney could have anything to do with such a cold and dispassionate woman like her.

In response to Jennifer's invitation, Cheryl and Lynette got up and offered their services. Lynette, because she had a serious attraction to the handsome giant: Cheryl, because she simply wanted Craig to be the last man standing. Sylvia and Maria also came running up, eager to get their hands on the muscleman. 

"I remember you," Barney said to Maria. "You had a piece of me last time."

Maria smiled as she put a generous amount of lube into her hands. "This time it's going to be even better."

"Oh no!" he said. "You ain't thinkin' you're gonna get me to cum first now, would you?"

"That's exactly what I'm thinkin'!" Maria laughed, as she cupped his balls in her hand.

The big black man let out a loud moan. "Oh man that feels great!"

"I want to play with that big dick of yours Barney," Sylvia said, reaching out her hand. "Do you mind?"

"Go right ahead miss, help yourself!"

In a very short time the five women had positioned themselves around Barney so that each could have access to various parts of his anatomy, with Jennifer maintaining control of his prick.

Not one to be outdone, Sheila invited some of the women to help her out as well. Rebecca, harboring a smoldering attraction toward Craig from the time of Bonnie's party, was the first to answer Sheila's summons. His face lit up as he watched her casually and gracefully walk toward him, her eyes focused on his massive prick as it journeyed up and down the terrain between Sheila's tits. 

From the corner of my eye I saw Marlene approach, a little nervous at first, but desirous of getting her mature hands on the young man.

"I could just eat him alive," she said, as she waltzed by me.

I think Craig was a bit taken aback when he saw Marlene approach him with a look of sheer lust in her eyes. But the look was not one of revulsion: it was one of welcome surprise at seeing a lovely older woman wanting to take part in pleasuring him. I was to find out later that he had some years earlier enjoyed sexual favors bestowed upon him by two very attractive and free-spirited "older ladies," as he called them, and that he had found the attentions of these mature women to be extremely exciting. This interest of his had not seemed to have abated over the years, for even now he kept his eyes fixed on Marlene as she let her hands caress his body, responding to her ministrations like a favored pet being rubbed by its mistress. 

Seeing that there were now five women to each man, I told everyone to sit back and relax and enjoy the show.

"I bet the boy cums first," Michelle said, as she swallowed a mouthful of soda.

"Maybe," I replied. "But my instincts tell me that Barney is going to lose it before Craig does."

As I had noticed earlier, Barney was simply enjoying all the feminine attention just a little too much. I wasn't surprised at this, knowing how frustrated he must have been at having a wife who rarely displayed much affection toward him. Even now, as all of the five women passionately and excitedly caressed and fondled him, Janine sat back and paid no particular heed to it, which seemed to me very odd.

Michelle caught me looking at the sullen woman and frowned. "She's one cold bitch, I'll tell you that."

Deciding that a dose of one-upmanship was now in order, Jennifer got down on her knees before Barney and thrust his huge penis deep into her mouth. The big man's face contorted with pleasure as her hot tongue danced over the taught flesh, her lips sealed around the smooth, pulsating member as she slowly, methodically, enveloped the entire length of him.

"Oh, my God!" Sylvia remarked, at seeing Jennifer take so much of his cock down her throat. "Would you look at this woman!"

"She's determined to get every drop of cum out of you Barney," Maria warned him. "You better watch out."

But Big Barney didn't care. He was too far into a state of ecstasy to give a damn whether he was going to cum first or not. All he could see was Jennifer's pretty round face nestled happily in his crotch, her head rising and falling between the valley of his thighs, demanding that he relinquish to her the precious white liquid that was even now actively coalescing within the confines of his immense scrotum. Suddenly, she let him drop from her mouth. Barney started as his prick was now exposed to the cool air.




EJAX-472: Ch. 07



"Maria," she said. "Do you have any more of that special lubricated lipstick? You know, the stuff that Rebecca and Bonnie use a lot?"

"I think I have some right here in my pocket," she replied, as her hand brought forth a small silver tube.

Barney watched Jennifer as she took the lipstick from Maria and raised the cylinder to her mouth.

"Mmmm...strawberry!" she said, as she ran the tube sensuously over her lips.

When she was done, she handed the tube back to Maria and resumed working on Barney.

"What is that stuff that she just put on her lips?" he asked Maria.

"It's a special lipstick that fluffs use in the porn industry to keep the men hard between takes."

He was going to reply but just then the realization came to him that the feeling he was now experiencing needed no further elaboration. The lipstick was doing its job.

"God damn!" he said to Jennifer as she sucked on him. "You got a way about you woman!"

She laughed as she continued to mouth him, using her hands to add even more intensity to her blowjob. 

"I'll have to remember to use some of that lipstick myself," Cheryl commented, as she stole a look at Craig.

Lynette was now standing directly behind Barney. She had a lubed-up dildo in her hand and was rubbing his anus with a generous portion of Vaseline. 

"I know how much you love this," Lynette said in his ear as she showed him the dildo. "Remember the last time?"

"Yeah, baby," Barney replied, breathing heavily. "I remember."

Once his asshole had been greased up to her satisfaction, Lynette slowly introduced the dildo into Barney's tender orifice, slowly working it in and out at her leisure.

"God, that feels real good. Real good," he moaned aloud.

Maria was now playing with his tits, using her teeth to bite at his nipples, sending waves of chilling ecstasy down his spine. Cheryl meanwhile had grabbed the base of his cock, letting her hand casually stroke him in time to Jennifer's expert blowjob. Not wanting to be left out, Sylvia took the initiative and wrapped her arms around Barney's neck, forcing her mouth down upon his, kissing him passionately.

I noticed that Bonnie had walked back into the room, heading straight toward the cubicles where Philip and the other test subjects sat watching the performance. As she approached Philip he turned to acknowledge her, rising to offer her his chair. She said something to him and quickly walked to her former seat, as he sat back down looking unhappy. I saw John move toward Philip and place his arm around the distressed man's shoulders, asking him if he were all right. Philip nodded but did not raise his head.  

As Bonnie walked across the floor toward her seat she kept her eyes fixed on Michelle, who had also been watching my sister since her entrance into the lab. Bonnie's face reflected a look of anguish and frustration, whether from her recent interlude with Philip or because she was still displeased with my associate. The two women regarded each other in silence for several moments until something drew all our attention back to the action taking place on the platform.

Sheila, sensing that Craig was enjoying the tit-fuck, but not to the degree that it would force an orgasm from him, decided to try a different tactic. She was fully aware that Jennifer was now the center of attention, as most of Barney's meat was now being devoured by her colleague's voracious throat. She was also aware that Marlene was paying more attention to Jennifer's blowjob than to her own handling of Craig. This gave her an idea.

"Marlene?" she said. "Would you like to suck this beautiful young cock?"

"Absolutely!" the older woman replied, looking Craig straight in the eyes.

Within a few seconds, Marlene had traded places with Sheila and took the young man's stiff and glistening penis in her hands. Craig nearly jumped out of his skin. Jill and Laura, who were still toying with his balls, giggled. 

Seeing Marlene's face just inches from his tender cock brought back vivid memories of a time not so long ago when two other older women had made love to his penis with careful, deliberate ministrations, providing him with his first taste of what possibilities could exist in engaging in sex with more than one partner. The fact that they were older gave him a sense of surety that they would bestow upon him all their mature womanly charms, and that he would become a better lover by virtue of their union. Now, as Marlene parted her lips slightly to admit the head of his penis into her mouth, these thoughts and more ran through his brain.

"Oh!" Craig gasped, as his full length was absorbed inch by inch into Marlene's hot mouth.

To maintain her balance, she reached her hands around to grasp Craig's ass cheeks, soon discovering that Rebecca's hands were already there. She quickly withdrew her mouth from his cock.

"Oh, sorry!" she said.

"No, do what you were doing," Rebecca replied. "I'm going to stick my finger up his ass."

Craig watched as Rebecca put some Vaseline on her fingers and began rubbing the greasy stuff in and around his asshole.

"You ever have your prostate massaged?" she asked him, her beautiful face only inches away from his.

"No. Never."

"Then you're in for a treat," she smiled wickedly.

And then, without any warning at all, Craig kissed her full on the lips. It was an impulsive move, taking Rebecca completely by surprise. Oddly, she didn't pull away from him, but allowed the kiss to linger for several seconds before raising her hand to his lips, gently severing the connection. It seemed to me that she had enjoyed it.

"Okay lover," she said, smiling, but a little put off guard. "What was that all about?"

"I'm sorry," he said, suddenly feeling ashamed at his impertinence. "I didn't mean to do that."

"Oh yes, you did," Rebecca said. "But that's okay. I enjoyed it."

I saw Craig's face turn beet red then and there, and was reminded that he was, after all, only 19 years old and still very much a shy and naïve boy. Cheryl, however, had been watching all along and did not seem to appreciate the sudden boldness of her favorite subject. But seeing that Rebecca had dissuaded him, and realizing that it was only the actions of an impetuous young man that had caused him to act so boldly, made Cheryl feel a little more relaxed. She could not, however, help but feel a little bit jealous of her beautiful colleague.

Soon, Rebecca's talented fingers had found their way to Craig's prostate gland and began to work their magic from inside his body. At first startled then pleased, Craig surrendered to her control, leaning into her body while resting his head on her lovely bosom.

Marlene was now hard at work on his penis. She was a serious cock sucker, allowing neither her mouth nor her tongue to part from his sperm-logged shaft for a second. Her head bobbed up and down wildly on his prick, her excitement at having such a big and luscious tool to suck on driving her to distraction. By the way she fervently attended to his huge member, I imagined that it must have been some time since she had last had the opportunity of having sex with such a young and vital man.

"Oh, God," she said between slurps. "This is so good!"

Jill and Laura were growing tired of fingering his balls and wanted to try something different to help get him to cum.

"Mom," Jill said to her mother. "Laura and I want to do him with our feet."

"Oh! That's a great idea!" Rebecca said.

"What exactly do you have in mind Jill?" Sheila asked.

Jill and Laura looked at each other and laughed. Together they said: "Double footjob!"

Without further warning, the two girls sat on the floor on either side of Marlene and got down on their backs. Removing their shoes and socks, they extending their luscious legs upward towards his crotch until the soles of their feet touched the underside of his impossibly large sac. Their position allowed them to effectively tickle and prod the bloated, taught skin of his scrotum while allowing room enough for Marlene to continue her blowjob unimpeded.

"How do you like this Craig?" Laura giggled.

"Feels unbelievable," he replied, as their feet teased him.

Sheila's magnificent tits were only a few inches from Craig's face, and seeing that he couldn't take his eyes off them, she grabbed one and shoved it straight into his open mouth. He cried deep in his throat, grateful to wrap his hungry lips around the moist points of delectable flesh. 

"Yeah, that's it baby," Sheila groaned. "Suck mommy's big titties."

By this time everyone in the audience was cheering wildly for their particular favorite. Even Janine, forgetting for the moment her natural inclination to be morose, began rooting for Marlene to get Craig off. It was nice to see that she did possess some sense of loyalty to her husband, albeit in a somewhat shallow form. 

Tired of viewing the performance from the sidelines, the test subjects and their companions made a hasty dash toward the audience where they sat and added their own voices to the general fray. John Cardelli was truly enjoying the show; his wife Ann looking happy and relaxed at seeing this enormous improvement in his mood. Philip made no attempt to sit next to his wife, and Bonnie didn't even look his way, although she had seen him walk with his head down toward a seat not far from her. She seemed restless. 

The women on both teams were continuously eyeing each other to see what new techniques were being employed in their efforts to get their men to cum. No sooner had one woman adopted a particular method of pleasuring a subject than a woman on the opposing team either played copycat or invented some other novel way to arouse her man. At this point, both men were sufficiently aroused enough to make the outcome unpredictable.

"Do you still think Craig is going to last?" Michelle asked, as she cheered Barney on.

"Yes, I do." I replied, still betting on the young man's previous show of control.

"You know that woman Marlene is quite a cock sucker," she said, with a touch of envy. "I'll bet she gets him to cum first."

Her observations were not far off the mark. Marlene did seem to possess some marvelous talent for the job, employing lips, tongue, fingers, and hands to tease and coax the boy's aching cock.

This obvious talent was not wasted on Jennifer, who now took it as her personal mission to prove to everyone that her blowjob skills were far superior to those of her opponent. She increased her tempo upon Barney's cock, locking her lips tightly around the shaft, taking almost his full length down her hungry throat. She only removed her mouth from him once, and that was to give instructions to her accomplices, whom she felt were not doing their utmost to provoke him to cum.

"Jesus Christ, Lynette!" she exclaimed, drooling long strands of pre-cum from her mouth. "Shove that fucking dildo up his ass! Don't be so nice!"

Amused by this sudden outburst, Lynette nonetheless obeyed the command of her superior and started to shove the dildo in and out of Barney's rectum with increased force, causing him to push his cock harder into Jennifer's sucking mouth. Half the time it looked as if she was going to gag, but she never relented, using every trick she had learned in her relatively young life to bend the huge, black serpent to her whim.

Maria and Cheryl stood on either side of him, sucking on his nipples and kneading his monstrous balls, which had swollen to the size of small grapefruits. At intervals both girls would kiss him on the mouth or run their tongues around the inside of his ears, making his entire body shiver. Sylvia found herself kneeling next to Jennifer, licking those areas around his crotch that were exposed to her waiting tongue. It was a vicious assault, calculated to produce only one thing.

Finally, the big, black Hercules could take no more. His body froze and his cock twitched; the combined effects of the blowjob, the anal probe, and the girls' sexual expertise conquering every aspect of his tortured libido.

With the crowd now screaming at fever pitch, Barney started to cum.

None of the girls working on him realized what was happening until Lynette's assistant ran forward with the beaker, pointing the neck of the glass receptacle next to Jennifer's face. Seeing the beaker, Jennifer pulled away just at the moment the first spurt of semen shot out of his cock. It missed the bottle completely and flew out into the audience where Janine was sitting, portions of it splashing onto her dress and blouse and the rest sailing right over her head.

"Get it over his cock!" Jennifer yelled at the girl.

I laughed. The crowd laughed. Even Michelle, who was disappointed that her prediction had been proved false, laughed. The only two people who weren't laughing were Janine, who was now cursing and wiping off the residue with a handkerchief, and Bonnie, who sat with legs crossed and arms folded, looking every bit as bored as a restive child on a rainy day.

"Oh fuck!" Barney screamed, as another eruption of hot, milky sperm shot out and was successfully captured within the confines of the glass receptacle.

The opposing team was overjoyed at seeing the thick ropes of sperm splash violently into the beaker, and they, as well as Craig, paused momentarily to enjoy the orgasmic spectacle taking place before them.

Having obtained a sizeable specimen, the girl backed off at Jennifer's command and retreated to the outer lab. And in that split second before the next ejaculation commenced, my wild-eyed colleague forced the climaxing cock once more between her lips as both Maria and Cheryl proceeded to masturbate him into her waiting mouth. Marlene held Craig firmly in her hands, unwilling to let the prized possession slip from her grasp even as she stared in awe at the immense, black prick now embedded deep in Jennifer's throat.

Barney grimaced as he felt another onrush of sperm work its way out of his tormented balls. As Maria and Cheryl ran their hands up and down the ebony shaft with great speed, Lynette shoved the dildo into his ass with one rapid motion, causing him to literally fall forward, impaling his cock in the back of Jennifer's throat. She held onto his legs for dear life as the first wave of torrid, sticky sperm shot into her mouth, her throat muscles contracting rapidly to accommodate the huge amount of liquid now being pumped into her. Over and over the giant cock continued to cum, but Jennifer never wavered, nor did she pull her mouth away. Implanted as it was deep in her throat, she somehow managed to keep her lips sealed shut and her neck back, so as to allow the sperm to flow freely. She swallowed fast and hard as the girls' talented hands coaxed load after load out of Barney, every now and then a rivulet of semen overflowing her mouth and running down her chin.

Not much sperm escaped Jennifer's greedy mouth. And that which did was quickly licked up by Sylvia, who simply stuck out her tongue every time a trail of white cascaded down the doctor's face. After about a minute or so, Jennifer was forced to remove her aching mouth from Barney's cock, which was still ejaculating. She had swallowed a great quantity of cum and her face was flushed and heated. Sylvia took the opportunity to suck him off herself and for the next thirty seconds was treated to a literal cum bath with most of the ejaculate winding up in her face and hair. Finally, it was over.

Sylvia who still had a great portion of Barney's semen sloshing around on her tongue, grabbed Jennifer by the arm and indicated that she wanted to drool the gooey load into my colleague's mouth. Surprisingly, and without a word, Jennifer lay down on her back while an exhausted but astonished Barney looked on. Sylvia bent her head over Jennifer's and parted her lips slightly, letting escape a thick, milky glob of sperm that slowly dripped off her lower lip into Jennifer's open mouth. She swallowed the creamy effluence with one audible gulp.

The applause was deafening. Barney took an impromptu bow and was led back to his cubicle by Lynette, Cheryl, and Maria. Sylvia joined Marlene on the floor in front of Craig, presumably to offer her assistance to her as well.

As was customary with most of my sexual experiments, the abandonment of personal inhibitions was often the norm. It really couldn't be helped. For such was the nature of human behavior that the most primordial of all drives—the drive to procreate—surpassed all other needs, whether real or perceived. The free expression of one's sexuality, unencumbered by religious prohibition or legal writ, had always been the one true and everlasting freedom of the human animal. And in the artificial but secure atmosphere of my lab, where no injunction against an individual's sexual expression would ever be tolerated, even the most refined sensibilities were often compromised, reducing so-called "civilized" men and women to nothing more than carnal beasts. Such was the person who now presented herself to me as Jennifer Barlow.

"I've got some sperm caught in the back of my throat," she said, her face glistening with the residue of semen and saliva. "I need to wash it down."

Michelle handed her a bottle of spring water.

"I don't know what to say," I began, as she took a long gulp. "I'm surprised you didn't choke to death."

She continued to drink without pausing to answer. 

I handed her a towel. "Wipe your face doctor, you look ridiculous."

Michelle suddenly burst out laughing.

"Look at you, you crazy bitch!" she said to Jennifer. "You're fucking soaked!"

Jennifer took a few more gulps and then worked the towel over her face.

"I suppose I should go and get cleaned up."

"You'd better hurry or else you'll miss the finale," I said, with a nod in Craig's direction.

Without saying anything further, Jennifer shot off down the hall towards the examining room to wash the aftermath of Barney's orgasm from her body. Michelle found Jennifer's recent behavior highly entertaining.

"How she managed to get his thing down her throat like that...and she's such a small girl!"

"Hercules brought down by a nymph!" I joked.

She laughed and pointed to the group of women still on the platform. "And to the victor go the spoils!"

I directed my gaze to the young man, now surrounded by a host of hot and horny females, who had weathered the dark storms of an EJAX-induced terror to come through it all with scarcely a dent in his psychological armor. His resilience intrigued me and afforded me a glimpse of how a courageous man could, by strength of will alone, surpass the terrible side effects of a drug gone haywire. He had indeed been victorious, and my faith in his abilities had not been misplaced. Of all my subjects, I regarded him with the utmost respect, not only because he was genuinely good-hearted and sincere, but also because he was a true champion of the human spirit. And now, as a reward for his magnificent physical and mental control, he was going to experience the best sexual moments of his young life.

Barney had cleaned himself up and now joined his wife and the other subjects in the audience. He was all smiles as his friends greeted him but Janine was clearly displeased with what he later told me was his "humiliating defeat at the hands of a skinny, little white boy." That Craig was neither skinny nor little mattered not one bit to the unpleasant woman, who sat next to her husband with a dour look on her face for the rest of the performance. She pointed to the cum stains that still showed up as dark splotches on her blouse and dress, and reprimanded him for it. Barney seemed to take it all in stride, but I could see that he was exasperated by her lack of sympathy or support.

Following him out were Lynette and Cheryl, who immediately walked over to Craig and joined the other women who were thoroughly engrossed in teasing the young man's body and mind. When he saw Cheryl he gave her a big smile, and she responded by giving his ass a hard slap. 




EJAX-472: Ch. 07



"Keep your kisses for me stud!" she said half in warning, half in jest. 

For a moment he looked confused, but when he followed her gaze to Rebecca, he suddenly construed her meaning. 

"Jealous?" he said, draping his arm around her.

She pressed in closer to him. "A little." 

I could see that Maria also wanted to participate in his masturbation, but she bypassed the group and headed straight toward me.

"Dr. Barlow and I just put all the samples in the cooler."

"Is everything locked up?"

"Yes, doctor."

She turned to look at Craig. "I think he's so cute, don't you?"

"Go ahead," I said, sensing she wanted to get in on the action, "don't let me stop you."

She looked at Michelle. "Do you want to join in?"

"No, thank you. I've had enough fun for today," she replied, glancing at Bonnie. "I think I'll just watch."

Maria quickly joined the others. By this time Marlene had the boy on all fours as Jill and Laura took turns milking him. Someone had produced a strap-on dildo and there was a simultaneous burst of cheers from the audience.

"Yo!" Adam shouted. "Give it to him up the ass!"

"Where did they get that?" Michelle asked surprised.

"Not from me," I replied.

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. "It's mine."

"Oh!" Michelle said.

It was Bonnie. Somehow she had managed to creep up to us without being seen.

"I gave it to Rebecca earlier today," she continued. "She requested it."

She looked at Michelle and smiled coldly. Michelle remained silent.

"That poor boy," I said. "What we haven't put him through."

Bonnie ran her fingers through her hair, twisting the end portion of it into a small knot. "He'll love it."

I didn't know whether to agree with her assessment or not, but it was 'anything goes' as far as these wanton women were concerned. I hoped that Craig would be amenable to having his sphincter invaded by the plastic phallus that was now being carefully examined by Rebecca. So far, he didn't seem too concerned one way or the other.

As soon as she found that the device was safe, she removed her skirt with one swift motion and threw it aside, exposing a pair of black thongs underneath. Craig took one look at her naked legs, incredibly long and slender as they were, and sighed in grateful appreciation.

"I'm going to fuck your ass with this," Rebecca said, holding the device right in front of his face.

She said it more as a command rather than a request, and without waiting for him to reply, strapped the dildo onto her waist. Craig watched her put the device on but said nothing.

"My, my," Jennifer said, approaching us. "Look who's going to get butt-fucked!"

Bonnie looked Jennifer up and down. "Get all the sperm out, Jennifer?"

"Oh, most of it went it down my throat. Didn't you see?"

"Yes, I did," Bonnie replied, smiling. "Great blowjob by the way."

"Thanks. Michelle gave me a few pointers."

Bonnie's smile faded abruptly. "Did she also give you some pointers on how to give handjobs too?"

Michelle gave Bonnie a threatening look. "You have something to say to me Bonnie?"

Sensing an altercation about to take place, I grabbed Bonnie by the arm and pulled her aside.

"I know you're upset with Michelle. But this is not the time to discuss it. So either shut your mouth or go back to your seat."

A huge roar came from the crowd just then as Rebecca knelt behind Craig, the tip of the dildo already making its entrance into his greased-up hole.

"Okay, sis," she replied. "I'll let it go for now. But she's going to answer for what she's done. I promise you that." 

"You're upset because your ego has been bruised. But I'll tell you something Bonnie. You and Michelle are more alike than either of you care to admit."

"I find that hard to believe," she said, stealing a glance at her long-time friend.

To describe the events that followed, and to put them in their proper perspective, could not be trusted simply to memory. For that reason alone I was grateful that I had possessed the foresight to record on videotape every detail of the event for future scrutiny. However, unknown to me at the time was the fact that it would also be used as evidence against me several weeks later during my court trial, and what I saw—what the court saw—was something that had hitherto never been seen in the hallowed halls of that prestigious judicial institution. The shifting tangle of human anatomy, and the acts of unbridled, lustful, sexual deviation sometimes caused even I to blush, and the otherwise extremely mild and tolerant attitudes toward sexual expression, so often regarded as the hallmark of Sweden's socio-political system, were negated in the face of it. Even the vast influence of my brother Philip, which for so many years had allowed him to hold sway over Stockholm's law enforcement system, was utterly nullified with the discovery that he had tie-ins to the international drug trafficking market, resulting in his subsequent divestiture of political power. Thus, with the evidence at hand, and Philip's dissolution, I found myself at the mercy of the courts: a legal system that, under the guidance of Philip's direction, would have glossed over the more grossly sexual conduct of my subjects and colleagues and dismissed such evidence as unacceptable. But without that influence, the magistrates were forced to regard the apparent dichotomy of such aberrant sexuality with the standards of ethical medical behavior as criminal negligence on my part. Bonnie had warned me that such an outcome was possible, and her prediction had come true.





EJAX-472: Ch. 07



"I'm feeling like I have to beat off again Dr. Swensen," he said sitting up. 

"It's the adrenalin kicking in," I said. "Everybody back off!"

At my orders the audience made a hasty retreat back to their seats. Craig looked down at his swelling sac with horror, trying to will, as he had done before, the monster away. But now, his prick, in answer to the sudden increase in sperm production, began to swell also, looming out and over his balls like a drawbridge on its inexorable ascent skyward. 

"I don't think I can stop it this time!" he said, his body shaking violently.

"My poor Craig!" Cheryl groaned.

I was kneeling to Craig's immediate right with Rebecca to my left. Behind us stood Jennifer, Michelle, and Bonnie, their faces expressing deep concern. Lynette, still keeping his head cradled in her bosom, supported his upper body with both arms, Maria, Marlene, and Sylvia standing directly behind her. Cheryl kneeled at his left, and behind her stood Sheila, Jill, and Laura. The two girls were very quiet now.

"You've got to get this guy to cum!" Bonnie said.

"Yes," I agreed, "and we have no time to waste."

"What do you mean Christiana?" Michelle asked.

"Look!" I said, as his cock continued to snake outwards. "It's growing again."

We all watched in horror as the young man's penis flexed and throbbed.

"No! Not again!" Craig cried.

"Do you see?" I said, lifting the base of his penis in my hands. "Something is happening here."

My colleagues drew closer to inspect his genitals but timidly backed off when his cock suddenly jumped.

"Go ahead." I said to them. "Don't be afraid. Look!"

As I lifted his penis higher my colleagues and all the other women gasped. 

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Bonnie exclaimed. "What the fuck is that?"

Craig was now, of course, greatly alarmed, as he watched his cock miraculously extend itself beyond its former dimensions.

"What's going on?" he said through chattering teeth. "What's happening to me?"

"I don't see anything," Cheryl said.

"Look right here," I said, positioning his prick to one side. "Do you see it?"

"See what?" the young man exclaimed. "For Christ's sake, tell me what it is!"

Cheryl stifled a cry. "Oh, my God!"

"What? What is it?" he cried.

"The growth hormone is acting up again," I said, as I watched his penis expand before my eyes. "I think you've put on a few more inches Craig."

"This is too fucking much," Rebecca said, with amazement.

"It's like we're in some damned horror movie," Lynette offered.

Even as we spoke his cock grew longer and longer. It was as if I we were watching a plant grow from a seedling to maturity in the span of a few moments. He was unable to come to terms with what he saw happening between his legs and turned his head away, trying to blot the terrifying image from view.

"Oh, God!" he wailed. "This can't be happening to me!"

"Can't you do something for him doctor?" Cheryl pleaded.

"Not until I can study the samples we've taken."

"But what's going to happen to him? Is he just going to keep getting bigger?"

"I don't know."

"This is the strangest thing I've ever seen," Sheila said. "It's almost fiendish."

All of us tried our best to keep Craig calm, but it was Cheryl's presence and loving attention that eventually succeeded in helping him to relax. And during that time his cock had grown several more inches, so that it was now sticking straight up, parallel to his face and only a few inches from his nose. The sight of it was so absurd as to make it laughable. 

When he had quieted down a bit I asked Lynette to hand me her tape measure. I placed the end of the tape at the base of his cock and raised my other hand, stopping at the tip. 

"This is astounding," I said, as I pulled the tape away. "Nineteen inches exactly!"

Everyone gasped. 

"Holy shit!" Barney exclaimed, from his seat in the audience. 

Craig said nothing. As far as he was concerned, his penis had betrayed him, or rather, EJAX-472 had.

"Look at this thing!" he said with disgust. What am I going to do? I can't live like this." He gave me a look of entreaty. "Dr. Swensen, you've got to do something!"

"Until I synthesize the vaccine, there's nothing I can do. And that's going to take several days."

He looked defeated.

"However, it seems as though your penis has stopped growing."

"I don't think it could grow any more, could it doctor?" Cheryl asked.

"Let's not wait to find out. Maria, get me a tube of that special extended masturbation cream. We need to get rid of his semen now."

She ran toward the supply cabinet and came back holding a small tube in her hands. She handed it to me while staring at Craig's monstrosity, all the while trying vainly to suppress a chuckle.

"It's not funny you know," Cheryl admonished her.

"Sorry," Maria said, trying to act contrite.

Sheila knelt down to get a better look at the incredible phenomenon that reached up between Craig's legs like a modern-day skyscraper.

"The excess of sperm could be a factor in the growth increase Chris," she said, touching the underside of his shaft. 

"That's what I'm thinking. That's why the sooner his balls are drained, the better."

"If you don't mind I'd like to do the honors, or at least start him off."

"Is that okay with you Craig?" I asked him.

"I guess so," he replied weakly.

"Dr. Ford has had a lot of experience in dealing with the male reproductive system. And she's good with her hands."

Bonnie smirked at my comment. 

"My mother's an expert at giving handjobs," Jill said with pride.

"The best," Laura quipped.

This time it was Michelle who smirked.

"I have an idea," Jennifer said suddenly. "This poor boy has gone through hell today. Why don't we just take turns masturbating him? Sheila can start off, and then we'll pass the cock around, so to speak. Whoever has their hands on him when he starts to shoot gets a free dinner on me. What do you say Craig? Would you like to have all of us help you get off?"

"You're unbelievable!" Michelle said. "This isn't a game!"

"No, Michelle, she's got a point," Sheila replied. "He needs—in fact, all of us need—to have a little harmless fun. I think it would be very good for his mental health, not to mention that it may help slow the progression of the growth hormone."

"Do whatever you have to, just make it stop," Craig said, looking from face to face. "Is it okay with you Cheryl?"

The fact that he had considered the girl's feelings suddenly endeared him to everyone.

"As long as you don't make a habit of it," she said, smiling gently.

"You advocate an unusual form of therapy doctor," I said to Sheila, "but what the hell. At this point I'm willing to try anything. Get him on the table!"

Lynette and several of her crew helped Craig to his feet and onto the examining bench. This was a special device that I had designed to my own specifications, which allowed easy access to the subject's genitals via cutouts on both sides of table. The surface was made of plush, dark-green leather instead of the cold metallic surfaces so dreaded by many patients. Onto this table he was raised with his feet facing the audience. I had Lynette elevate the table slightly so that his head was partially raised, giving him an unimpeded view of his lower body. His cock was still fully erect, the balls so full with sperm that they rested on his thighs like two small cantaloupes, one of each side.

The idea was that each of the women would, in turn, have one minute each in which to produce an ejaculation. If she failed, the next woman in line would take over until he achieved orgasm. As the special tube of cream was passed around, each of the women applied some to her hands, rubbing the silky, fragrant lotion between their fingers and looking at Craig's huge penis with anticipation. In a few minutes everyone was prepared and ready to begin. Sheila took her position next to the boy.

"I'm ready Chris," she said, as she brought both hands to bear on Craig's penis.

"Craig? Are you ready?" I asked.

"Ready, doctor," he replied quietly, as he prepared himself for the initial shock of having Sheila's cool fingers wrap themselves around his red-hot cock.

"Very well. If you ladies will form a line on either side of the subject, we can begin."

The women eagerly lined up on both sides of Craig, Cheryl on the opposite side of Sheila. 

"If you can hold off until it's my turn again," she said to Craig, "that would be great."

"You each will have sixty seconds," I said looking at my watch. "Good luck ladies and have fun!"

I nodded to Sheila to proceed.

She let her left hand drop down to grasp whatever portion of his immense sac that she could and began kneading it like a loaf of bread. 

"This will help drive the sperm upward," she said softly, as her right hand now grabbed his huge shaft just under the bloated crown.

As Sheila pulled and tugged on his testicles, she began masturbating him with only her index finder and thumb, which she deftly applied to rubbing the sensitive glans.

Jennifer laughed. "I've seen you use that technique before. On the video right?"

"It's very effective, but you can't apply too much pressure or the area will become desensitized."

Craig moaned. 

"It feels great," he said in a dreamy voice.

"Now you just relax Craig," Rebecca said, "and let us take care of things. You'll need all your energy for your ejaculation."

The handsome young boy was quiet after that, watching silently as Sheila's talented hands teased and coaxed his rigid pole. He would let out a soft moan every so often when she did something that particularly stirred him, but otherwise kept his attention focused on the overpowering feelings that were being brought forth by my colleague's assiduous ministrations of his genitals.

He closed his eyes for a moment and felt a new sensation coming over him. He opened his eyes to see Cheryl now hard at work on his cock, using both of her small, but delicate hands to embrace the soft, yet rock-hard flesh of his burning penis. Her style was quite different from Sheila's, employing a fast, jerking motion with both hands wrapped tightly around his cock closer to its base and avoiding the problematical glans altogether.

"God, it's like a baseball bat!" she laughed, as her whole upper body moved in tandem with her robust stroking of him.

The audience was relatively quiet during this final part of the test. Even the men seemed unusually subdued, preferring to watch Craig's masturbation in silence rather than risk missing anything by talking to one another. The women, too, were engrossed by the spectacle and made only a few comments now and then regarding each woman's particular technique—or lack of it. I saw Janine resting her head on Barney's shoulder. She had fallen asleep.

"Next!" I said.

Rebecca moved to occupy Sheila's previous post and wasted no time in taking over from Cheryl. She had put one huge glob of lotion of her hand, which she now applied to the tip of Craig's cock and quickly worked it into his already glistening skin with a few agile hand motions. Craig moaned with pleasure as Rebecca's long and lovely fingers rode up and down his pole in gloriously deliberate and firm strokes that began at the bottom of his shaft and rose slowly up to the tip.

"I can't get over the size of this thing," she said, using her entire upper arm to effectively stoke him. "It's like jerking off a horse!"

"He's probably going to cum like one too," Maria said wryly, getting ready to take over from her friend.

"Ten seconds more," I announced.

Rebecca gave Craig's cock several quick and blistering strokes before relinquishing her prize to Maria.

"Here," she said. "Have fun!"

The tall pole teetered back and forth as Rebecca gave it a final jerk in Maria's direction.

The slick, stiff rod glistened like a well-oiled piston as Maria continued in much the same manner as Rebecca's effervescent stroking. Her long, dark hair fell about the upper portion of his cock as she bent over him and kissed and licked the area around his pubes. Craig sighed softly as he felt the young woman's hot breath upon his most private areas, her tongue eventually finding its way to his burgeoning sac. She took one of his testicles in his mouth and gently sucked on it as her hand maintained a constant tempo on his cock.

"Gee," Jennifer said, watching Maria enjoy her prize. "Is this allowed Christiana? I thought it was hands only."

"You're just jealous because you didn't think of it first," Michelle said.

"Since the idea is to get him to cum, I would advise all of you to simply do whatever it takes," I said.

Maria removed her head from the tangle of pubic hair, her lips slick with the aromatic lotion.

"There's a lot of tension in those balls I can tell you that," she said. "You can feel it."

In a few moments her time was up and she passed the huge phallus into Jennifer's eager hands.

"Thank you," Jennifer said with a smile, as both of her tiny hands closed around the fleshy tool. "My, you're right Maria. This poor boy is tense!"

Her hands roamed around the length and breadth of him, her fingers dancing lightly over the landscape of his loins. 

"Remarkable control. You'd think he would've given in to the drug by now."

Her fingers continued to tease the underside of his corona. 

"Obviously he's fighting it," Bonnie said, intrigued by Jennifer's unusual technique.

"Yes, he is," she replied. "You want to make it last, don't you Craig?"

She gripped his cock firmly then and ran her hand from base to tip with one swift motion.

"Oh, it's so big!" she cooed.

Jennifer continued to find new and inventive ways to stroke the mighty tool, now completely surrendered to her control, as the seconds passed away. The women and I watched her perform her singular hand tricks totally captivated.

"I think it's my turn Dr. Swensen," Laura said suddenly.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Jennifer, if you please."

"Okay," she said, letting go of her treasure. "And I was just getting to the good part."

Laura quickly rubbed her hands together and placed both of them around Craig's tool. Keeping them tightly fastened just under the tip of his shaft, she began to jerk him with short, intense bursts.

"Come on Craig," she said coaxing him. "Let's see what you have in there."

She kept her rhythm consistent and, unlike Jennifer, never varied her attack. In a short while, Craig was lifting his mid-section up in an effort to fuck her hands.

"I want to see some sperm right now," the sexy teen demanded, as her grip tightened. "I want to see it splash all over my fingers."

"Yes, yes...!" he cried.

Whether it was due to the previous teasing or her own simple but insistent technique, she had him rocking his hips up and down like a bucking bronco. I saw a few unhappy expressions and I knew some of the older women were jealous of the brash teenager and her blunt but effective skills.

Reveling in her newfound power over him, Laura looked up into Marlene's sneering face, now looking down upon the scene from her position across the table. The young girl shot her a prideful look and suddenly ran her tongue over the tip of the giant cock in a silent but provocative victory salute.

"Time's up!" I said.

Reluctantly, Laura removed her slick fingers from Craig's prick, disappointed that she had not provoked an orgasm.

"Sometimes these things require a mature woman's touch," Marlene said, looking directly at Laura.

Holding the base of his cock tightly with one hand, she used the other to masturbate him using long, broad strokes; as if her hand were a brush and his penis were the canvas. She kept a loose grip upon him, letting her hand slowly, methodically, run up and down the shaft, sometimes gripping him from a different angle but always maintaining a light, feathery touch.

Craig responded to her manipulations with silence, as if he had become unable to expend any effort for anything except the immediate evacuation of the agitated sperm that her hands were now coaxing from deep within him.

"See, I told you," Marlene laughed. "He's going to cum for mommy aren't you little boy?"

I thought he was going to shoot his load right then, but Marlene's time was up. With a curse she released his cock and stood aside looking very upset.

Jill, happy that she now had Craig's immense tool all to herself, looked at her mother.

"Mom," she began, "how do you do it again? Like this?"

Jill held Craig's prick at the bottom with one hand and with the other she used just her index finger to run up and down the underside of the shaft, paying strict attention to the glans.

"That's it honey," Sheila said. "Just like I showed you."

"This is fun!" the teenager said, briskly moving her finger back and forth along the tender and firm skin.

Laura moved in closer to watch. "How does that feel Craig?" she asked.

"Mmm..." was all he could reply.

"I think he likes it, Jill," Laura said, sniggering.

For the next minute Jill masturbated him this way, encouraging him to cum with lewd talk. But her words and index finger were not proving effective.

"Oh, Craig my time's almost up and you're still not cumming!" she protested.

Laura laughed. "Maybe next time."

"Sylvia, it's your turn," I said.

Jill and Laura walked away together, both of them looking disappointed, as Sylvia now took possession of the penis. She wrapped her fingers around the middle of the shaft feeling it throb in her hands. It felt white hot to the touch.

"He looks like he's in pain doctor," she said to me.

"No, he's fine. He's just getting ready for the big explosion."

"Oh," was all she said.

Her manner of masturbating him was quite unorthodox, even for a woman who had once confessed to me that she had very kinky tastes. Her hands were all over him, not just his cock, but all over his balls and pubic area. She never really got to stroking him at all, letting her hands play frivolously in and around his genital area without once making any real serious contact. I wondered how this was supposed to produce an orgasm, but after thirty seconds of this Craig did indeed respond and was thrusting his cock upward to meet her outstretched palm.

"Are you going to get my fingers all sticky?" she teased him.

The tip of his prick was now sliding in between her open fist.

"That's it. Keep going. I think he's going to cum!"

"Sorry Sylvia," I said. "Your time is up."

"Oh no!" she moaned. "It's not enough time!"

"Those are the rules. Your turn Lynette."

Sylvia walked over to Marlene, muttering under breath. 

Lynette reached over and grabbed Craig's cock. Before masturbating him, she bent down and kissed the boy passionately on the mouth. 

"Time to give it up baby. Lynette's gonna make you cum now."

Her long fingers grasped its prey and held it fast, jerking it with a steady and unrelenting pace. She again lowered her lips onto his as she simultaneously played with his cock. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, but despite her efforts Craig still would not cum.

"What's wrong with you baby?" she said to him. "I thought you liked me."

"I do," he said dreamily. "But these one-minute handjobs are just teases. I need a little more stimulation."

"You're not going to need any more stimulation now that I'm here," Michelle said, taking over.

She now had a choice to make. Seeing that Bonnie was standing across from her and next in line, she could either make a go for it and hopefully get Craig off, or simply relax and wait until the next round. However, seeing that the boy was quite excited already and needing just the right amount of stimulation to bring him to orgasm, she decided to go for broke. With her competitor now only a few feet away and watching her every move, Michelle began stroking him.




EJAX-472: Ch. 08



Little "Abby Gabby" was just finishing her breakfast when her father came walking into the kitchen with the morning newspaper. He took one look at the headlines and threw the paper on the table next to her. He had a disgusted look on his face.

"Your mother and I are going to work now. You have the house all to yourself."

"What's wrong Dad? You look upset."

"You would be in school right now if it wasn't for that." 

He pointed to the newspaper and, without waiting for her response, walked out.

She read the headlines: "Swensen Medical Clinic Director arrested for administering illegal drug to patients."

At first she didn't know what to make of it. But as her eyes quickly scanned the text she came across a familiar name. 'So that's it!' she said to herself. 'That's why Mr. Cardelli was arrested. It's all because of this drug!'

The article detailed the circumstances leading up to the arrest of Dr. Christiana Swensen, her brother Philip Olmstead, and his wife Bonnie. There was mention of a certain Luis Ramon Hernandez, a known drug lord, and, last but not least, her beloved teacher, John Cardelli, who was now out on bail awaiting arraignment. St. Bridget's was also mentioned, but the names of her classmates were conspicuously withheld. As she read the part that accused her former teacher of being a mean, lecherous, pervert, she felt a great weight suddenly placed upon her shoulders—a weight so ominous that it threatened to crush her tiny frame into nothingness.

Since the incident at St. Bridget's, she had wrestled with the idea that she and her girlfriends had not acted ethically in their refusal to confess the truth about their part in their teacher's sexual misconduct. She knew that such an admission of complicity would result in possible dismissal from the school for herself and her classmates, but she also knew that is was wrong to withhold the truth from the authorities. Going to the police would have been the proper course of action, but she was under great pressure from her less than honorable peers to conform, and that meant keeping her mouth shut.

Abigail Rylander had always been a highly inquisitive girl, her talkativeness belying a keen and analytical intellect within. Her lilting, high-pitched voice often led her teachers to believe that she would never make a great public speaker: a prerequisite of every pupil who had any aims toward serving in the public sector. But this did not deter her. And despite her occasional bouts of running off at the mouth, she nonetheless managed to maintain very high grades, much to the chagrin of her classmates. Even when they poked fun at her for being, as they so jealously put it, a "semen-clogged brain," she found it better to combat such narrow mindedness by achieving a high grade point average rather than resorting to verbal retaliation.

She had told no one about her misgivings, certainly not her parents, and certainly not her classmates, who would have ostracized her at the first sign of insubordination. But having to suppress the truth for so long was taking its toll on the girl's conscience. For above all things, Abby was honest, and this clandestine pact created by her friends to protect their own selfish interests was something she was finding difficult to abide. 

The truth was that although John Cardelli had acted irresponsibly, he had been under the influence of the drug, which had compromised his otherwise previously staunch ethical behavior. In Abigail's mind, he was less to blame than the real culprits in this whole ugly affair—Bridget Veerhoft and Helga Nelson—both of whom had exacerbated matters by acting in a sexually wanton and provocative way and orchestrating the event to the point of acting as ringleaders for the rest of the class in helping to bring about Mr. Cardelli's downfall. But, because of their pact, none of this information had been revealed to the police. 

She remembered how difficult it was for her to lie to the authorities when she had been questioned a week earlier at her home, her parents having to leave the room when the more gross details of the sexual escapade were divulged. She hated the fact that she had to keep the truth hidden, and she soon began to hate herself for being so weak. But the most pressing reason why Abby found it difficult to endure the silence was because she knew that her beloved teacher was suffering. Her desire to assuage her own conscience by telling the truth, coupled with her need to comfort him, made her want to speak out in his defense.

But it was already late. 

Seeing that it was now well past 8:00 AM, she remembered that she had an appointment to keep with some friends. They were going to a local mall to do some clothes shopping, something she always found time for. And her friends were not the snotty, stuck-up kind like the girls in her class. It was going to be a fun day she thought, and, in spite of her father's remark, she wasn't missing school all that much either.

"Poor Mr. Cardelli!" she said aloud as she put on her coat. 

The weight continued to bear down upon her unmercifully.





EJAX-472: Ch. 08



"Oh God," she cried. "Your big dick is making me cum!"

Enthused by her response, Craig gripped both her ass cheeks and used his cock as a battering ram, driving all nineteen inches of his enormous tool deep into her climaxing cunt.

"That's it baby!" she screamed.

I watched Cheryl's entire body shudder as her orgasm swept over her, and then she grew still, a smile of immense satisfaction spreading across her face. 

"That was so nice!" she purred, as Craig slowly withdrew his glistening prick.

Cheryl motioned for him to move on top of Rebecca, but he looked a bit unsure.

"Come on big boy," Rebecca said to him. "Fuck your mama good."

"Are you okay with this?" he asked Cheryl.

"I'm in a generous mood today. Give the lady what she wants."

He wasted no time mounting Rebecca, who already had her legs raised high in the air in anticipation of his entrance into her cunt. 

"Be careful with that thing," she warned him as the tip of his cock disappeared into her gaping slit. 

Soon he had more than half of his meat plunging in and out of her at a dizzying tempo, and she was demanding more of him all the time.

"Oh, just shove the fucking thing all the way in you son of a bitch!" she screamed, as her hips rose up to meet each thrust.

Cheryl had lowered her head onto Rebecca's tits and began sucking each one in turn. I watched the young girl make love to the luscious twin mounds of flesh, and as I watched her tongue tease the erect nipples I suddenly began to feel aroused. It surprised me that I should feel this way toward two of my closest friends, but it did make sense. Most of my sexual studies with people were conducted in a sterile, clinical fashion. But now I was sitting on a bed with people that I actually had feelings toward, and the atmosphere was sensual and erotic; the very antithesis of the environment I had become accustomed to in my medical work. I would try and let go a little bit, but I could not lose control. My hand gently fell onto Rebecca's breast.

"That feels nice Cheryl," Rebecca said, with eyes closed.

"It's not me," the girl replied.

Rebecca suddenly opened her eyes.

"Oh, it's you!" she said, surprised to see my fingers playing with her nipples.

"Do you mind?" I asked her, as I continued to run my fingers over the unfamiliar terrain.

"No! It's great. Keep doing that Chris...yeah, just like that."

Cheryl nursed on one breast while I played with the other. I could tell that Craig was extremely turned on to see both of us teasing Rebecca. He fucked her with all his strength, and I watched in fascination as she absorbed the full measure of him, whimpering like a baby as she felt herself on the verge of cumming. 

"Oh yeah, that's it mother fucker!" she cried. "Mama's gonna cream all over your big fuck stick!" 

Knowing that her orgasm was imminent, I decided to join Cheryl and lowered my mouth to Rebecca's breast and took the nipple gently between my lips. When she saw that, it sent her over the edge.

"Oh God, Chris! Suck me hard baby!"

I took her entire nipple into my mouth and let my tongue run back and forth over the swollen bud with rapid, deliberate motions. It actually felt quite enjoyable to bring her so much pleasure from so simple an effort. I looked at Craig. His face was flushed and his monstrous penis flexed with each plunge into her heated cunt. All his concentration was focused on making Rebecca cum. I had to marvel at his stamina.

"Just like that Craig baby!" Rebecca screamed. "You're gonna make me cum. Yeah. I'm fucking cumming!"

Rebecca stopped humping him and raised her lower body up and held it there as his thrusts continued to assail her. I watched as a pinkish glow emanated from the top of her head and worked its way downward across the valley between her tits and then lose itself in the landscape beyond her thighs. Her mouth was parted slightly as she came and I kissed her fully on the lips just as she was coming down from her orgasm.

"We're full of surprises tonight aren't we?" she said, basking in the afterglow.

"I wanted to make you happy," I said.

"Oh, you made me very happy. It was so nice, Chris."

She ran her fingers lightly across my face. "You're such a beautiful woman."

Craig withdrew his cock from her and rolled over onto one side beside Cheryl.

"Jesus Christ that was good!" Rebecca said to him as she slapped him gently on his ass.

He smiled, his chest heaving up and down rapidly.

"Aren't you glad you stayed doctor?" Cheryl asked.

"It was quite an experience."

"Oh, come on Christiana," Rebecca said, regaining some of her composure. "Don't be so fucking formal."

"All right. Yes, I'm glad I stayed. It was fucking great."

"That's more like it," she said, laughing.

Rebecca looked at me as if trying to interpret my thoughts, unsure whether she should make any overt sexual overtures or simply play it safe and be discreet. 

"What are you thinking?" she said to me.

"I tried it and it felt nice, but I could never swing both ways."

"Okay, so you don't like girls so much. But it wasn't so bad was it? I mean, kissing me like that?"

"No, it wasn't bad at all," I replied. "But don't expect anything more."

She smiled. "I'm not asking for anything Chris. Just your friendship."

"That you will always have."

Cheryl noticed that Craig's erection had not subsided.

"What are we going to do about this?" she asked him, playfully rocking his cock back and forth with her hand.

"I think we should jerk him off," Rebecca said. "You were just about to cum anyway weren't you Craig?"

"Pretty much. It's tough holding back an orgasm with that drug inside you."

"It's tough for you men to hold back orgasms in any case," I said. "I have to admit that you've shown remarkable control. More than any of the others."

"That's all well and good," Rebecca replied. "But I don't want him shooting his spunk all over my room if you don't mind."

"Why don't we take him into the bathroom?" Cheryl suggested. "He could jerk off in the tub while we watch." She looked at Craig. "Is that okay with you?"

"I don't mind," he said genially. "I just have to do it soon. It's starting to get uncomfortable."

"I can see that from here," I said, staring at his already expanding sac. "I'm sorry you have to endure this, especially the growth spurt with your penis."

"It's okay doctor. I'm actually getting used to having this huge thing between my legs. And my orgasms have never been better."

"Well," Rebecca said, fondling his throbbing shaft, "what are we waiting for? Let's go to the bathroom and give the man a helping hand!"

What started out as a simple masturbation turned into a long, drawn-out ritual, with Craig being soaped up and showered by my two sexy friends. I even got to wash his backside, at times letting my soapy hands delve deep between the cleft in his ass checks to reach his scrotum from behind.

After we got him clean, Cheryl applied some hand lotion to her palms and began to slowly masturbate him while Rebecca and I took up seats on the raised tiled platform that ran along one edge of the wall. Eventually she left him alone to stoke himself while she joined us, sitting between Rebecca and me. He stood at the rear of the tub facing the shower side of the wall, his huge, soapy penis rising vertically up at an acute angle toward the showerhead. At first he seemed a bit awkward as he pulled away on his long shaft, feeling uncomfortable at being the sole center of attention. However, between our encouragement and the effects of drug, he was soon masturbating in earnest, quite oblivious to anything except getting his cock to release the creamy load of sperm within.

"That's it Craig," Rebecca said. "You're working up a nice lather now."

"All I see are suds!" Cheryl complained. "What kind of lotion is that?"

"It's called 'Last-X'," I said. I developed it years ago as an experimental masturbation cream. When it reacts with water it's more like soap. I had no idea you still kept some of it around."

"You'd be surprised at some of the things I have in my little drawer of tricks," Rebecca winked, as she watched the thick suds landing all around the bottom of the tub.

Craig grabbed hold of a long, chrome bar that ran horizontally along the side of the tub for support as the pleasurable sensations began to overtake him. His hand sped up and down over the length of his cock sending portions of the foamy lotion flying in all directions.

"This stuff is amazing!" he exclaimed. "It really makes your cock stiff."

"Your cock is stiff enough as it is," Cheryl said. 

"And watch what you're doing," Rebecca added. "You're getting those suds all over my floor."

"Oh, sorry," he said between gasps.

We watched him masturbate himself for a few minutes longer with detached interest. I myself had always enjoyed seeing sperm come flying out of a man's cock, especially when they did it themselves, and I found it very erotic to see a man pleasure himself without any female intervention whatsoever. I had come to realize at a very early age that I got a big thrill out of being a voyeur: and this odd proclivity of mine carried over quite nicely into my professional life as well. 

When I was eighteen years old I had inadvertently opened the bathroom door at my uncle's house only to find him jerking off while sitting on the toilet. He was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't notice that the door was partly open. I peeked in and watched him stroke his huge prick frantically while he stared at some picture of a woman in a magazine. In a short while he grunted and out from his penis came this long, arcing jet of white cream that went flying across the room, quickly followed by several more. I had never seen such a thing before and it made me feel at once wicked and extremely turned on. I wondered when and if men would look at me like that someday and do the same thing.

"I love watching a guy jerk off," I suddenly blurted out.

"No kidding!" Rebecca said, hardly regarding it as a revelation. "I think you've seen more sperm expended in the name of science that any woman alive."

Cheryl found this highly amusing. "They should call you Dr. Cum."

"Ha!" Craig said, his fist flying up and down his frothy pole at lightning speed. "You ladies crack me up!"

"Just pay attention to what you're doing," Rebecca said. "We don't have all night."

"Yes, ma'am," the boy replied, close to orgasm. "Won't be long now."

"Try and aim it down into the tub," Rebecca advised. "That way I can just turn on the tap and wash all the goo right down."

"You're so fussy Rebecca!" Cheryl said. "Let him have his fun."

I laughed. "If he aims it down we won't be able to see his climax from this angle."

"Well let's just move up a little closer," Rebecca said. "I don't want to miss this."

The three of us stood up and positioned ourselves on the edge of the tub looking down. Most of the lotion had dissipated and only a thin film remained on the surface of his cock.

"God, I wish you could do me right now Cheryl," he said, gritting his teeth.

"No," she said firmly. "We want you to entertain us. Keep stroking that big fucking dick of yours and let's see some spunk."

"Yeah, let's see it fly," I said.

"Hey, Craig?" Rebecca said lifting her gorgeous legs onto the rim of the tub. "Does this help?"

"Oh, God!" he moaned, looking down at the spectacular scenery before him.

"Come on ladies," she said. "Get your legs up here too!"

Cheryl and I willingly obliged and soon he had three sets of lovely legs to feast his eyes upon.

"I knew you were a leg man the first time I saw you look at me," Cheryl said to him, wiggling her toes back and forth. 

"I... I admit it," he gasped, as his orgasm drew closer. "You all have beautiful legs."

"Do you really mean that?" Rebecca asked coyly.

"Absolutely!" he replied, slowing down his hand to prolong his orgasm. "You all have...very long and shapely legs...and beautiful toes too. It's almost too much for a man to bear."

He stopped his hand for a moment to stare longingly at our legs and let out a low moan.

"Oh God," he wailed. "What I wouldn't give to shoot my cum all over these beautiful feet!"

The three of us looked at each other and laughed.

"What do you say girls?" Rebecca asked. "Anyone need some foot lotion?"

"Oh yeah!" Cheryl said. "I'd love to give him a footjob!"

"I have no problem with it," I said, "as long as it doesn't go anywhere else."

Craig was elated. "I'm yours ladies. All yours!"

"Since Cheryl and I gave you the privilege of fucking us," Rebecca said, "you can get down on your knees and show us your gratitude by shooting a gallon of your grade-A cream all over our legs and feet. Start pumping—fast!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

In a second the boy was on his knees fisting himself as if for his very life. He told us how happy he was that he could show his appreciation to us all in this fashion, and we teased him incessantly to heighten his arousal.

"I think we should all extend our legs over the tub," Rebecca said. "This way we can just hose the stuff off."

Craig reacted with delight as we positioned our legs on three separate planes perpendicular to his huge schlong. Cheryl stuck the big toe of her left foot just under his enormously distended sac, teasing his swollen, cum-filled testicles with glee.  

"Come on little sperm," she joked. "It's time to come out and play!"

Not to be outdone, Rebecca lifted one of her very long legs and held it up, exposing the sole of her foot to him.

"My feet are just dying for a protein treatment," she laughed. "Got sperm?"

All of us laughed, even Craig.

"I'd say he's got plenty, don't you Craig?" I said, bouncing my legs up and down.

"Oh, doctor Swensen," he said almost out of breath. "You're going to see how much...right now!"

His balls tightened up suddenly and his fist became barely visible. 

"Here it comes girls!" Rebecca shrieked. 

As he lunged forward, all of us started giggling like excited schoolgirls, kicking our legs high up in the air in the direction of the expectant spray. Rebecca's legs, being longest, rose up majestically between the two sets of smaller legs that belonged to Cheryl and me, her brilliant red toenails acting as sexual beacons for the oncoming wash of sperm.

"Oh, my God!" Craig screamed, as he pointed the tip of his climaxing prick at our waiting limbs.

The first thick rope of semen shot out of his cock and splashed into the soles of Rebecca's feet, saturating her long and shapely toes before bouncing off and hitting its secondary target—my right foot—with such force that it skimmed off the top and impacted with the ceramic tiles above, forming several rivulets of cum that quickly flowed down into the basin.

The three of us screamed with laughter.

"What a shot!" Cheryl laughed, barely able to keep her legs raised.

Rebecca wriggled her toes, luxuriating in the sensuous feeling of the thick sperm coating, watching with delight as the overflow washed over her graceful ankles and lower leg.

"Get your legs up there Cheryl!" she ordered.

Cheryl complied, and none too soon.

The next climax was even greater than the first. Straining forward, Craig cupped his balls with one hand and massaged the tip of his cock furiously, causing a violent eruption of silvery semen that lacquered the young girl's entire left leg from knee to toe, with ample portions of goo finding its way onto both of Rebecca's legs and my outstretched left foot. Another arc of cum immediately followed that missed all of us completely and met its creamy dissolution in the tiles above.

"This is incredible!" I said, watching the pasty salvo trickle down from the wall above me.

"Come on!" Cheryl yelled. "Get it on my legs!"

Craig was jerking his cock like a madman, determined to milk every last drop of cum he could from his superheated balls. In deference to her wish, he pointed his prick directly at the soles of her feet as we watched another jet of semen spurt from his excited tool.

"Oh, fuck!" he screamed as the white sauce flew out of his cock in one very long arc, rising high up in the air before landing on both of Cheryl's waiting legs and feet in one glorious burst. 

The girl shouted her approval at the spectacular cumshot, rubbing her feet together to play with the slippery sperm.

"This is so fucking hot!" she said, laughing hard.

"Hey Chris!" Rebecca exclaimed, looking at my relatively unscathed limbs. "You hardly got touched!"

Craig screamed again.

Seeing that he was again about to explode, Rebecca lowered her legs purposely so that my legs were now completely exposed to the forthcoming onslaught of sperm. It only took a few seconds before another volley of cum was heading in my direction. The trajectory was a bit high, so I lifted my legs to intercept the stream, shrieking as it splashed into the toes of both feet and then ricocheted off in all directions, some of which landed on my upper legs.

"Are you happy now?" I said to Rebecca, as both girls screamed with joy.

Craig suddenly grabbed both of Cheryl's feet and stuck his cock between her already cum-soaked toes, driving it in and out with great speed.

"I'm...sorry!" he gasped, his face contorted with lust. "I can't fucking stand it anymore!"

Although surprised, Cheryl graciously allowed him to fuck her feet in this fashion, finding it highly amusing.

Her feet were delicate and tiny, her toenails unpainted but meticulously maintained. I noticed that the toes, like Rebecca's, were longish but not ungainly. In fact, they looked like the attractive and pristine toes of a foot model. Craig clutched her feet with both hand now, the soft, slippery soles caressing the firm yet tender flesh of his manhood, her toes gripping the side of his shaft directly under the tip. All was covered in sperm and suds.

Rebecca shifted her position suddenly, so that she was sitting on the side of the 

tub with her feet resting on the bottom.

"Come on Chris," she said laughing. "Let's play 'catch the cum'."

With that she cupped both her hands and placed them directly underneath Craig's cock, now on the verge of emptying its milky contents yet again.

With the sperm still clinging to my legs, I did as she asked and was soon cupping my hands in front of his cock in similar fashion.

"Whoever gets the most wins!" she squealed, as the first rope came flying out.

The sperm sailed right over her outstretched hands and into my cupped hands.

"Wow!" she said, looking at the huge pool of sperm I was how holding. "Nice catch!"

Cheryl was reacting to all this with absolute delight. She rubbed her feet up and down over his cock trying to provoke another cumshot.

"I think he's going to cum again!" she laughed.

And as if in compliance to her whim, Craig's balls brought forth another expulsion of pearly sperm globules that splashed into Rebecca's waiting hands. Unfortunately, most of it landed on her arms and she looked at Craig feeling betrayed.

"Another please," she said coaxing him.

Obeying her, he pointed his cock straight into her open palms and shot off another round of sticky sperm that overflowed her hands and careened over the top of her fingers down onto the basin floor in long, stringy clumps.

"Dr. Swensen!" Cheryl hollered. "Don't let her get it all. She's such a hog!"

"A hog?" I replied, laughing so hard that the next milky blast escaped both our waiting hands.

"I'm sorry Chris," Rebecca said. "If you don't mind, I really need to do this."

Disregarding my puzzled stare, she poured the contents of Craig's creamy seed all over his cock and Cheryl's feet, bathing everything with a heavy coating of sperm, and without waiting for a reply, my horny friend and colleague placed her open mouth directly in front of his spurting tool.




EJAX-472: Ch. 08



"Keep going Cheryl!" she said.

Obliging, the girl masturbated him quickly, her feet flying back and forth along the immense length of him.

In less than a few seconds I watched as Craig's cock released a humongous load of cream into Rebecca's mouth. The force of the ejaculation was such that part of the stream splashed off her upper lip and into her nostrils and beyond, coating her forehead and blonde bangs with layers of hot spunk. The major portion however found its way straight into her waiting mouth, and she swallowed what she could before letting the rest drip out and onto her tits. Several more streams followed and she treated them almost the same way, letting the bulk of the sperm cascade down her throat while Cheryl and I watched the remainder fly high up into the air and all over the tiles.

With her mouth full of cum, she now turned to Cheryl and spit the contents into the young girl's mouth. Cheryl gave Rebecca a deep kiss and then returned the favor. Rebecca looked at me questioningly, her face dripping with cum. I shook my head and smiled and she took the hint. Cheryl again opened her mouth wide to accept Rebecca's creamy gift, and with one loud gulp the young girl swallowed the whole gooey mess. Craig's prick was finally drained and he fell backward on his haunches, exhausted.

All of us then got cleaned up. Craig, Cheryl, and Rebecca showered together and I used the bathroom downstairs to rid myself of the sticky residue. We all got to sleep somewhere around 4:00 AM and slept to well after 12:00 noon. 

Cheryl drove Craig home around 12:30 PM and I told her to go home after that to await my instructions. Michelle had left several messages on Rebecca's machine, but Rebecca told her that we would not be arriving until mid-afternoon at the University. Michelle had sounded upset, Rebecca told me.

"And why not?" I said. "We should have never stayed up so late playing those games. There's a lot at stake here Rebecca."

"I'm not going to argue with you boss, because you're right. Once again I let my horniness get in the way."

"I'm just as much to blame as anybody."

"That's not true. I'm the one who dragged you into it."

"All right, let's not start with the guilt trips please. We all enjoyed ourselves but now we've got work to do. Let's have something to eat and get our asses over there. Give Michelle a call and let her know we'll be there in an hour."

Rebecca and I arrived at the school lab just after 1:30 PM. Needless to say, Michelle was angry with both of us for what she termed our "irresponsible behavior" in not arriving at the University earlier in the day, as we had agreed. Jennifer and Sheila gave us little sympathy.

"What do you expect me to say?" Sheila said, holding the samples in her hand. "Do you give a shit what happens to your patients or not?"

"Of course I do Sheila," I replied. "But there were extenuating circumstances involved."

She looked at me with disdain. "Rebecca told Michelle all about your 'extenuating circumstances'. I never thought you'd let your lust overcome your common sense."

"Don't blame her," Rebecca said. "I'm the one who persuaded her to join us."

"Since when does Dr. Christiana Swensen not have a mind of her own?" Jennifer stated abruptly. "All of us are giving up time with our own patients so that we can prevent these bastards from destroying your career. This deserves your utmost consideration."

"Leave her alone Jen," Michelle said. "She knows all that." She turned to me. "What do you want us to do Chris?"

"Do you have complete access to the biogenics lab?"

"For the next 48 hours. It's the best I could do."

"If we don't resolve this issue within the next day or two, then it's the end...of everything."

"Well what the fuck are we waiting around here for?" Sheila said. "Let's take these samples into the lab and get to work!"

We utilized split shifts, with Rebecca and I working a straight four-hour period and Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer working the next four-hour interval. It was difficult work, even with equipment that rivaled my own at the Clinic. The fortunate aspect was that four of us had been trained in genetics and had the expertise to attack the problem from different angles. This in itself was a blessing. Jennifer, with her background in gynecology, could not offer much help along those lines, but her unparalled knowledge of the pathologies associated with the human reproductive system was immensely useful to me in matters that dealt strictly with those unique vagaries of human sexual dysfunction.

On the afternoon of the second day, I had formulated a new and distinct version of EJAX-472 that would correct for the adrenalin problem and thereby prevent the involuntary ejaculation response. The re-sequencing of the problematical genetic code was also addressed thanks to Rebecca's painstaking efforts and a prototype of the drug was synthesized for oral administration.

"Okay," Michelle said. "Who's going to be the guinea pig?"

Without a word I took out my cell phone and dialed Craig's number.

Within a half hour he and Cheryl had arrived at the school's lab, both of them looking anxious and somewhat tense. After fully explaining to him the nature of the test, he relaxed a little bit and I then had him remove all his pants and underwear, leaving only his undershirt on.

"I'll need you to get an erection," I told him. "Then you must drink the serum. If it works, your penis should retract to its normal length of nine inches."

"What do you mean 'if' doctor?" I thought you had this thing nailed."

"It will work," Sheila said, trying to compensate for my lack of faith. "I think she's just nervous that's all."

"Cheryl, if you please," Rebecca said, handing her some lube. "Get him hard but don't make him cum. Do you understand Craig?"

"No problem Rebecca," he smiled.

Standing there with only his tee shirt on before me and the other doctors had become by this time routine for him. He happily let Cheryl apply the cream to his flaccid penis and then we all watched as her sensuous handjob brought him to full erection in less than a minute.

"My God," Jennifer exclaimed, examining his rigid pole. "Have you put on some more inches? It looks bigger than it did before."

"Let me take a measurement," Michelle said, reaching for a tape measure.

"It doesn't seem bigger," Craig said, as Michelle ran the tape measure from base to tip.

Her face brightened. "Jennifer, you must have the eyes of an eagle. He's added another half inch."

She held the tape up for all of us to see. He was now indeed a full twenty inches in length.

"Well, let's try the serum," I said. 

I handed Craig a little cup full of the reddish liquid and he drank it down in one gulp.

"What happens now doctor?" he said.

"Now we wait."

We had him lay down on an examining table while we waited for the drug to take effect. A few times Cheryl had to stimulate him to keep his cock stiff, but for the most part he was able to maintain his erection without much help. About five minutes had passed when Michelle's friend and superior, Dr. Anna Hagstrom, came into the lab with about two dozen young student nurses, all of whom looked to be in their early to mid twenties. Dr. Hagstrom had allowed Michelle to conduct tests on my behalf on the condition that she and her students could witness the test.

"Ah," Dr. Hagstrom said, looking at the huge cock bobbing before her, "I see now what you mean!"

She laughed and the girls laughed with her. Michelle was not amused however.

"This is serious doctor. This boy has suffered greatly from the effects of the drug."

"It does not look to me that he is suffering so much," she said, running her thin fingers over the firm flesh. Craig recoiled at her touch. "What are we seeing here?"

She was a rather tall woman with severe features and long auburn hair pulled back into a ponytail. I guessed her age to be somewhere around her late forties. 

"The subject has just been given the improved version of the drug," I said. "His penis should be reverting to its normal length of nine inches momentarily."

"My husband would kill to have such a monstrous beauty like this," she said, unable to keep her hands off Craig's cock. "Do you mind if I stoke it a little young man?"

Craig was abashed. "Er... no, I guess."

"We mustn't induce orgasm just yet," Michelle said. "Not until his penis has shrunk back down to its normal size."

"Ah, such a work of art!" she said, admiring the shape and texture of his prick. "What do you think ladies?" she asked the students. "Come closer and have a look at this wonderful sexual organ!"

Dr. Hagstrom seemed quite enamored of Craig's huge tool, inspecting it from all angles and inviting each one of her students to do the same.

"I've never seen a penis this big before Dr. Hagstrom," said one of the girls with eyes wide, as she rubbed her hands over the silky, soft crown.

"You've never seen a penis, period!" another girl joked.

"And who is this marvelous Dr. Swensen?" she asked Michelle.

"I'm Christiana Swensen," I said, extending my hand.

Dr. Hagstrom accepted it graciously.

"Michelle has told me so much about you. I have been dying to talk to you for some time now but my schedule lately has been so...well erratic, for want of a better word. When she told me that you were having problems with the authorities I almost did not allow this, but seeing that you are innocent...well, we doctors must stick together, is that so my dear?"

"Yes, doctor," I said, with a grateful smile.

"We have to stick together I tell you Christiana. May I call you that? It was my mother's own name and a beautiful name it is for a most beautiful woman."

I blushed despite myself.

"Ah! But I did not mean to make you feel self-conscious! I am a woman who speaks her mind always. Sometimes people do not like what I have to say, but I always say what I mean."

"Believe me, she'll let you know!" Michelle said.

"I think that is a wonderful trait to have doctor," I said.

"You are wise and beautiful and I like you! Yes, Christiana, I do like you very much. Is that strange to you? A perfect stranger tells you that they like you and yet they hardly know you? No. You know how I know you are a good person? Because of the work you do, that's how. Unselfish, honorable, decent. To spend your life trying to ease the pain and suffering in this world, that is the mark of a loving heart. That is you my dear. And the same goes for all these lovely young ladies. All their work is done in the service of mankind. There is no higher calling than that is there?"

"I don't believe so doctor."

"Ah, well! I sometimes talk too much. May I ask you if it is all right that my students stay and watch your young man's transformation. It is a phenomenon they may never witness again."

"You and your students are most welcome to stay and watch. And I thank you for letting me use your facilities. It was most gracious of you."

"Ah, so formal! Is she not formal Michelle? Relax my dear doctor Christiana. We do not stand on formality here!"

She gave me a big smile and returned with Michelle in tow to her excited students who were busy discussing the monstrosity that wavered before them like an untamed behemoth. A few of them had actually struck up a conversation with the handsome young man.

"Does it hurt?" a pretty, brown-haired girl asked.

"No, it doesn't hurt. It just feels uncomfortable sometimes."

"May I touch it?"

"Help yourself. Everybody else does."

Cheryl seemed displeased. 

"I don't know if I like every damn girl fondling you like this," she whispered in Craig's ear.

"Are you jealous?"

"A little bit, yes. I'll be happy when they stop using you like a show animal."

"I'll be happy when there's no trace of this drug left inside me."

Cheryl let her hand drift to his chest, watching with increasing dismay as a host of other female hands poked and prodded the muscular torso, paying special attention to the giant rod standing straight and tall between his legs.

A few more minutes went by as Craig endured the groping and casual inspection of his private parts by Dr. Hagstrom's curious students, feeling more and more like some exotic zoo specimen on display. Some of the more brazen girls would actually grip his penis and try to masturbate him until Dr. Hagstrom reprimanded them for acting indiscriminately.

"No, no, no!" she scolded them. "After his penis returns to normal, then we masturbate him!"

"Oh, great!" Cheryl scoffed. "Here we go again!"

Craig simply let out a long sigh and looked at me with a helpless grin.

"I'm sorry," I said to him. "We had to agree to Dr. Hagstrom's terms otherwise we would not have been able to conduct our tests. I promise that this is the last time you will have to go through with this." "That would be nice Dr. Swensen," Cheryl said, looking peeved.

Craig simply smiled at me and took Cheryl's hand.

"We should be seeing some kind of reaction by now Chris," Michelle said.

"Do you feel anything Craig?" I asked him.

"I feel horny if you must know."

"That's because they can't take their hands off you!" Cheryl said, glaring at the host of girls surrounding him.

"Ah, do not be concerned," Dr. Hagstrom said to Cheryl as her hands glided along the length of Craig's tool. "Once this beautiful penis shrinks down, he will give the girls an orgasm and then you can all go home."

"Well it won't shrink down if you keep touching him!" Cheryl exploded.

"Ah, you must be the girlfriend huh? Okay. Ladies, all of you back off and let the boy alone. Okay miss? We all wait together now."

Having said that, Dr. Hagstrom pulled up a chair and started to converse with Michelle, Jennifer, and Sheila. Cheryl didn't say another word, but I could tell that Craig was disturbed by her outburst.

"Can I see you for a minute?" Rebecca said, pulling me away from Craig.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What's up with her you mean," she said, nodding in Dr. Hagstrom's direction. "She has no right to be here Chris. You're conducting this test, not her."

"She has every right to be here. She's the head of the entire medical department and without her help you and I would not be standing here right now."

"But she's interfering with things. Look at the way she just barged in, and with all these girls too."

"Those girls are here to learn. And what difference should it make to you anyway?"

"Do you think Craig appreciates being gawked at like some kind of freak? Look at him!"

"He understands what's at stake. You're beginning to sound like Cheryl."

"I'm not jealous of her so don't even suggest it. I just don't like strangers interfering with our work, that's all."

"What would you have me do? The Clinic is closed, and I need to help this man. Not tomorrow—today. And this woman was kind enough to open the doors of the University science labs to me. All she asked in return is that she be allowed to observe. I don't see how that constitutes interfering."

"Just remember Chris, she's Michelle's boss, not yours. I would keep your guard up if I were you. She may be trying to steal some of your secrets or something."

"You make me feel like I'm in some kind of spy novel for heaven's sake."

Rebecca had never been one to play the part of an alarmist, so when on those rare occasions that she did voice a negative opinion about someone, I listened. I found nothing about Dr. Hagstrom's personality that I would have considered questionable. In fact, upon first meeting her, I felt an uncanny closeness to the woman, no doubt bred by her gregariousness and candor. Yes, she did seem a bit eccentric in her manner, but this in and of itself was no reason to suspect the woman of possessing anything but an idiosyncratic nature, and certainly not sufficient grounds to accuse her of harboring ulterior motives. However, to my friend's great relief, I had already decided to keep every record of the experiment safely under lock and key, so that even Michelle and my other colleagues had no access to the final results, which themselves contained the very genetic structural schema of the drug. In addition, the two most essential equations were excluded from the final written formula; only Rebecca and I knew what they were. Without such vital information, the recreation of the drug could never be accomplished, and Rebecca and I would remain the only ones who would be able to successfully replicate the genetic codes.

"I'm glad you did that Christiana," she said, appeased. "I can't put my finger on it, but there's just something about that woman I don't trust."

"Dr. Swensen," said Craig suddenly. "Something's going on!"

In an instant the combined female population descended upon the hapless young man, curious to see what was transpiring. 

"Is he losing his erection?" I heard somebody say.

"Give him room!" Dr. Hagstrom ordered her students.

The horde of girls fell back, allowing me access to my terrified patient.

"He's shrinking Dr. Swensen!" Cheryl said, pointing to Craig's prick. "Look!"

"Doctor? Are you there?" Craig said, nervously.

"Here I am," I said, grabbing his hand.

"It's not like it's growing soft. It feels totally different. And my sac is getting smaller too!"

"It's okay," I said. "The cellular walls of your penis and scrotum are contracting, returning to their normal state."

"But it feels like my cock's going to disappear. I won't disappear will it?"

"No, of course not. The effects of the growth hormone have been disrupted, that's why you feel so strange. It should all be over in a few moments. Just hang in there."

I had to admit that he bore it like a trooper. Any man witnessing the gradual diminution of his penis would have thought it was the end of the world, but Craig once again proved himself to be very courageous. He accepted the fact that his penis was merely reverting to its normal size, despite the fear that it might vanish altogether due to some cryptic manifestation of the drug that might have gone unaccounted for. His panic was due more to the vague sensations he was experiencing more than anything else. Holding my hand tightly with one hand and Cheryl's with the other, he kept his eyes focused upon his dwindling cock, trusting both in my scientific expertise and my promise of a return to normal health.

"Ah, look at that will you!" Dr. Hagstrom exclaimed. "Is this not something incredible to witness?"

It was a slow but dramatic dissolution. His penis did not grow flaccid but remained hard as inch after inch disappeared, his shaft contracting until his proper dimensions became more apparent. It was like watching some science fiction movie in which special effects are used to depict an otherworldly physical transformation. But this time the transformation was real.

All the women looked on in awed silence, completely absorbed with Craig's momentous change. Further down his cock shrank, until at last the process stopped of its own accord, his penis still fully erect. 

"Measure it, please," I said to Michelle.

She took the tape measure as she had done earlier and took the measurement.

"You did it Chris!" she exclaimed. "He's back to nine inches!"

"It worked!" Cheryl shouted. "You're normal again!"

She hugged and kissed Craig repeatedly.

"Thank you Dr. Swensen! Thank you!" he cried, examining his penis and scrotum for the first time since having taken the drug.

"You're welcome Craig," I said, greatly relieved. "Feeling any discomfort?"

"No. Not at all," he said, toying with his balls. "And my nuts are back to normal too!" 

"You're going to be fine from now on."

"This is great. This is really great!" he said, overjoyed.

Dr. Hagstrom took this opportunity to shake my hand.

"This woman," she said speaking to her class, "is a brilliant doctor. I knew it when I first saw her. You did a wonderful thing for this boy and I am proud to call you my friend. Yes, your friend. I am going to speak to the trustees of the University to make you and your work welcome here. Just think, you will no longer have to worry about where you will get the money to fund your next project. The University has unlimited funds for you Christiana. Just think what you could accomplish!"




EJAX-472: Ch. 08



"Christiana does very well on her own doctor," Michelle said. "She doesn't need trustees breathing down her neck every time they demand her to account for each penny spent."

"Nonsense! She will only have to account to me. Trust me Christiana. I will give you free reign over everything in this place. You will make scientific history within these walls and I will give you all the help you need!"

"Forgive me, Dr. Hagstrom," Rebecca said. "Dr. Swensen has been satisfied up to this point with my assistance and that of her staff at the Clinic. She doesn't have to answer to anyone, not to me, not to some University trustee, and certainly not to you."

"Ah!" Dr. Hagstrom laughed. "You are like me huh? You like to speak from the hip, as they say. Okay. I only ask the nice doctor to think about it. You do not have to make any decisions. If you are interested Christiana, you let me know and I will take care of everything for you."

"A most tempting offer doctor," I said, feeling a bit wary of such a flagrant display of generosity. "I will consider it."

"Good! Good!" she said, eagerly shaking my hand. "That's all I ask, that you consider it. Nothing more!"

And with that, she made her way out, only stopping to tell her students that they should remain to see Craig masturbated and then return to class.

"You don't have to be so protective of me Rebecca," I said. "I almost feel like I have Bonnie looking over my shoulders."

"That woman is devious. Did you hear what she said? She will 'give you all the help you need.' That's bullshit Chris. What she's saying is that she will maneuver the University into funding your projects on her terms. You'll have to answer to them for everything you do."

"Maybe and maybe not. If I could get some research money out of them..."

Rebecca shook her head. "Forget it. They're going to want your soul."

"Christiana?" Sheila said. "Can we get this guy drained so we can all go home?"

"Oh, of course," I said, forgetting that Craig had to give a sample. "I want him to ejaculate into a beaker and a quick test done on the sample to make certain the sperm has returned to normal motility." I turned to Rebecca. "We'll discuss this matter another time."

"Fine. Just remember what I said."

Having fulfilled her obligation she accompanied me to the examining table.

"My!" Rebecca said, watching Craig fondle his penis. "Looks like this poor boy needs to cum."

"We can take care of that straight away," Jennifer said. "Are you ready Craig?"

"Sure Dr. Barlow. Anytime you say."

"Sit up and turn your body toward us."

Craig did as she asked.

"You girls can stand all around him to watch but don't get in the way," she said to the students.

"Here's the beaker," Sheila said, handing it to Jennifer.

"Can I hold it?" the pretty, brown-eyed girl said, reaching out her hands to Jennifer.

Jennifer placed the receptacle in the girl's hands. "Just remember to place the neck over the tip of his penis. Otherwise we'll have sperm flying all over the place."

All the girls laughed at this.

"Better hold that bottle steady Astrid!" teased one of the students.

"All set?" Jennifer asked Craig.

He nodded. "It shouldn't take much doctor."

"Okay. Cheryl, you can do the honors. Just aim the head into the rim. And you, er, Astrid, do as your friend says and don't flinch."

"Yes, doctor," Astrid replied, sneaking a look at her friends and giggling.

The student nurses gathered around to watch Cheryl's fine handjob, commenting on her technique and on Craig's spectacular physique. Astrid held the mouth of the beaker a few inches from the tip of Craig's prick, her eyes fixated on his massive tool, eagerly awaiting the eruption of white lava. When he started to moan, the students cheered Cheryl on, demanding that she increase the speed of her attack. Obliging them, she fisted him furiously until he was ready to explode. He looked at the group of giggling students surrounding him—all of them completely absorbed by the highly erotic sight—and felt nothing except an overwhelming lust and joy at being the sexual plaything for their combined amusement. Their suggestive comments and incessant giggling added even more impetus to Cheryl's merciless handjob until finally he could withstand no more.

"Now!" Cheryl said to Astrid, as the boy's balls rose up high in their sac.

Astrid, fully aware that his orgasm was imminent, gingerly stuck the neck of the beaker over the huge crown, as dozens of curious and smiling faces drew close to watch the explosion of sperm.

"He's going to cum now," said a petite student with pink ribbons in her hair.

No sooner had she made that prophetic announcement than Craig's body suddenly tensed up. Cheryl smiled as she felt the first wave of hot sperm bubble up from the base of his shaft to seek joyous exit from his heaving loins. Her incessant stroking provoked a massive load of sperm from his balls, the first few jets splashing wildly into the container and forming long streams of paste that trickled down from the sides. The student nurses, as well as my colleagues and I, shouted our approval as rope after rope of semen sailed into the beaker. Astrid was so excited at seeing the constant stream of cum that she nearly dropped the beaker from laughing so hard. 

"Oh! That's amazing!" she laughed, as she watched the contents of his penis fill the beaker.

"Keep it steady!" Cheryl warned her. "He's not done yet!"

But the girl could not contain herself any longer, and the beaker fell from her hands as she fell back into the crowd, laughing hysterically.

"Don't stop!" Craig begged, as Cheryl tried in vain to reclaim the receptacle.

Astrid lay on the floor convulsed with laughter, the beaker resting on its side by her feet. Thankfully it wasn't broken. But now, without anything to contain to sperm, the girls moved back a few steps, waiting to see what would happen next. They didn't have to wait long. And this time Craig's cock exploded more violently than before.

To their immense delight, a huge arc of cum shot high up into the air directly over my own head, traces of its aftermath flying in all directions. A good portion of it landed in Astrid's hair.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, as she reached up and felt the gooey mess cascade down the side of her face. "Yuck, it's sticky!"

The student nurses laughed at their fallen comrade and then dashed away in all directions as Craig's cock continued to send out stream after stream of hot spunk. My colleagues and I had already made it safely to one side of the room, but Astrid and a few of her not so quick classmates received generous portions of the wayward sperm all over their faces and clothes. Several of the girls screamed and ran out of the lab, heading down the hall. The place was in an uproar.

After his orgasm ended, the students gave him a hearty round of applause and quickly exited the room on their way to their individual classes, all of them chatting excitedly over the event they had just witnessed. Astrid was the last to leave, actually taking the time to thank me for letting her and her friends observe his masturbation.

"You can get cleaned up now," I said to Craig. "And thank you. I appreciate all you've done for me."

"Happy to do it doctor," he replied. "Now me and the other guys can get back on an even keel."

Despite the tremendous amount of spunk ejaculated, it wasn't nearly as much as he had shot just the night before, and Craig looked thrilled that his penis had now returned to some semblance of normalcy.

After congratulating me on the success of the drug, Jennifer and Sheila retrieved the beaker full of sperm and returned with it to an adjoining lab for analysis.

"I got a little cum on my dress," Michelle said to me.

"Me too," I replied, pointing to my shoulder.

"Well, no harm done. At least he's back to normal."

"Seems so," I said, as I watched the exhausted young man lay himself down onto the table.

"What did you think of Anna?"

"A real character, I'd say."

"She could do a lot for you Chris, but there would be a price to pay."

I looked at Rebecca. She had heard Michelle's remark and grimaced as if in silent warning.

"Such as sacrificing my autonomy?" I said, feeling uneasy.

"You want the money, you have to play their game. That's the only drawback."

"That's too big of a concession to make," Rebecca said. "The Clinic has its own private funding. We've gotten by on that just fine."

"Don't lie to me Rebecca," Michelle replied. "I know you've been having financial difficulties as of late. All I'm doing is making a suggestion, that's all. The choice is yours."

Rebecca looked at me and sighed. "You know how I feel about this Christiana. But Michelle's right. The decision is up to you. Just be careful."

Michelle frowned. "I suppose I should get somebody in here to clean up all this sperm!"

Just then Craig let out a low moan as Cheryl took a towel to his genitals. Her own hands and blouse were dripping with semen.

"From now on," she said, gently grabbing his cock, "this belongs to me."





EJAX-472: Ch. 08



"I think we should forget about this whole thing," she said, breaking the silence.

The woman by the window turned to face her, as if seeing her for the first time.

"I cannot forget about it," Beechcroft replied, coldly. "I cannot forget about the years of unrequited labor expended on behalf of others less deserving than I, who by a combination of stealth and random fortune, used my research to serve their own selfish ends." She paused to assess the impact of her words on her associate, but when Dr. Hagstrom remained silent, she continued. "And my humiliation at the Clinic! I can never forget that either."

"You brought that upon yourself. You lost your temper."

"Yes, I did get angry. And that's something I rarely do."

Beechcroft walked back to the sofa and sat down. Dr. Hagstrom could barely discern her features in the fading light.

"We are running out of time Anna," she began. "We must get those codes."

"What do you suggest, Dr. Beechcroft? Put a gun to her head?"

"Nothing so dramatic as that. All I need you to do is to destroy all her existing work. Every sample, every document, every bit of scientific information related to the study and development of EJAX-472. It must all be destroyed."

"Ah!" Dr. Hagstrom replied. "You must be out of your mind, eh? What good would that possibly do? Tell me. What?"

"It will buy us time for one thing. If the hearing goes in her favor she may be allowed to go back to the Clinic and resume her work. We can't allow that. Her records must be destroyed so that she will be forced to start her research all over again and this time you will be there to help her every step of the way."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that the Clinic must be burned to the ground. Nothing of her work must remain."

Dr. Hagstrom rose from her seat, the combined discomfiture of the chair and the near proximity of the instigating woman becoming too painful to bear. She watched as the bony fingers tightly clutched the handle of the teacup, looking all the more like the grasping claws of a predatory bird.

"So now in addition to all your other achievements, you want to become an arsonist too?" she exclaimed. "No. This is too crazy. You are crazy!"

"Listen to me. The labs at the University are the only ones in this entire country that are advanced enough to conduct this type of research. With all her work gone she will have no choice but to turn to you. She confides in you, so you tell me. Well, we can use this to our advantage. Once you have gained her trust she will reveal to you all her secrets. She'll have no other choice if she wants to keep her research alive."

"She may and she may not. You forget about her friend Rebecca."

"Don't worry about her. As Dr. Swensen's trust and dependence upon you grows, she will rely less on this other woman. You are the far greater scientist anyway and can offer the doctor much more. And she will need you and all the resources of the University if her work with EJAX-472 is to continue."

"Ah, I see you have it all worked out Dr. Beechcroft," said Dr. Hagstrom with a sly grin. "But you assume a great deal."

"I don't think so," she replied with a touch of arrogance. "It is only a logical inference deduced from known quantities."

"Yes, you would say that. You would try to reduce all human motivations to their equivalent mathematical expressions. But the human heart is an unknown variable eh?"

The tall woman walked over to a nearby floor lamp and lifted her hand to turn it on. "Do you mind?"

"No," Beechcroft said. "Leave it."

"It is dark in here," said Dr. Hagstrom.

Beechcroft rubbed the back of her neck as if in pain.

"My eyes are sensitive to the light," she said. "And you're leaving now anyway aren't you?"

Dr. Hagstrom stared hard at her accomplice and then walked briskly toward the door, pausing on the threshold.

"I assume you will be at the hearing tomorrow?"

"I'll be there," Beechcroft replied. "But we can't be seen together."

"Do not worry, I will keep my distance." 

She took a few steps closer to the door and halted. 

"Why do you feel it necessary to come, may I ask?"

"Are you serious? I'm looking forward to seeing this woman brought down before the entire court. What better reason is there than that?"

"How foolish of me to ask," Dr. Hagstrom said, wryly. "You realize you are ruining the life of a great woman, eh?"

To this Beechcroft made no reply.

"So, what am I to do?"

"You are to eliminate all her work conducted at the school. Everything must be done away with and it must be done tonight."

The tall woman sighed heavily. "And the Clinic?"

"It's all been taken care of. By tomorrow morning the building, and everything inside it, will be nothing more than ashes."

In the waning light Beechcroft's features were now merely a vague outline, but the tall woman didn't need to see her face to realize that the words poured forth from her lips had been uttered with perverse satisfaction. And if the tormented doctor could have seen Beechcroft's expression, she would have been repulsed by the thin, tightly set lips, now upturned into a hideous grin.

As she opened the door, a thin stream of light poured in from the hallway, offering insufficient illumination to breach the gloomy darkness of the room or of the obsessed mind within. She walked out the door, leaving the anorexic, bird-like creature to feast upon her machinations like a vulture upon a bloated carcass.





EJAX-472: Ch. 09



"All rise," the portly man announced.

The entire audience stood up.

"His honorable Judge Sven Carlsdotter presiding this day the 17th of July in Stockholm District Court. This hearing of the state versus Dr. Christiana Swensen is now in session."

The judge abruptly entered from a door that stood directly behind the bench and sat down without once looking up. The bailiff then ordered the audience to be seated.

"I know that prick," Philip said. "I'm the one who put him in that chair."

"Judge Carlsdotter is a tough son of a bitch," Stephan said, looking somewhat uneasy. "But he's fair. Be on your best behavior—all of you."

The judge was a rather stout man somewhere in his middle sixties. His head was bald on top with short gray hair surrounding his head on the sides. On his face he wore a pair of thick, black-rimmed glasses. His features revealed a man who might have been considered handsome at one time, but who, with the passing of years, had developed a sternness of countenance that bespoke of a hard and uncompromising character. He sat impassively for a few moments, reviewing the documents and related items before him.

"The counsels are aware," he began in a stentorian voice, "that this is a formal hearing and that if, in my estimation, the evidence against the defendant is insubstantial, I will order a dismissal pending further investigation."

Both attorneys acknowledged the judge's statement with a nod.

"Are there any more items remaining to be admitted as physical evidence?"

The two counselors acknowledged that all the evidence had indeed been submitted.

"Very well," he said. "Both of you will now have the opportunity to present your arguments before this court. You may call upon witnesses to support your arguments but I warn you to keep such testimonials brief." He turned to Stephan. "You may proceed counselor."

"Thank you your honor. My intention here today is to prove that the charge of 'reckless endangerment' leveled against my client is unfounded, and that she is blameless of all such charges brought against her. It has been inferred from the evidence thus far submitted that doctor Swensen was in league with her brother, Philip Olmstead, in that she willingly supplied him with samples of her drug with the intent of distributing EJAX-472 on the international underground drug market. As Mr. Olmstead has already sworn in a signed deposition, doctor Swensen was in no way whatsoever involved in such illegal activities, and no substantial proof of duplicity has, of yet, been forthcoming. In view of the lack of evidence in this regard, the charge of conspiracy must be ruled out. It is therefore in answer to the charges of reckless endangerment that I shall address my argument." Stephan's eyes fell on Rebecca. "I call doctor Rebecca Hellstrom to the stand." 

Rebecca dutifully rose from her seat and approached the witness stand where she was duly sworn in. She sat down and crossed her legs, giving the audience a splendid view of her astounding limbs. She looked quite at ease sitting up there, as if the insecurities she had experienced earlier in the day were now only a fleeting memory. For the first time Stephan got a good look at her lovely legs and I could tell the sight had made an impression upon him.

"Doctor Hellstrom," he began. "As this is a hearing, and the court is aware of the background and particulars of this case, we are going to dispense with the usual routine questioning and get right to the heart of the matter at hand."

"I understand," Rebecca replied.

Stephan looked at me. "How would you describe the character of doctor Christiana Swensen?"

Rebecca took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

"She's a good and decent person."

"Could you elaborate?"

Rebecca thought for a moment. "Well, she's extremely brilliant, dedicated, compassionate..."

"If you could describe her in one word," he interrupted, "what would that be?"

Rebecca looked down at her hands that lay folded in her lap. She paused for a few seconds and then lifted her head and looked at me.

"Driven," she replied.

"Driven to do what?"

"To help ease people's suffering."

Stephan's eyes surveyed the entire room. "So, you're saying that doctor Swensen's motivation is derived from a desire to do good?"

"Absolutely."

"I see," he said. "How long have you worked at the Clinic?"

"Almost eight years."

"And how long have you known Dr. Swensen?"

"The same amount of time. She was the one who hired me."

"And what was your job function?"

"My expertise is in mathematics and cellular biology. Dr. Swensen needed someone to assist her in the development of a new drug she was working on and my skills were employed in this area."

"That new drug was EJAX-472 was it not?"

"Yes."

"Tell us a little about it."

"Essentially, it is a fertility drug that was designed to treat problems associated with the male reproductive system such as low sperm motility, erectile dysfunction, and so on."

"And you helped doctor Swensen to create this fertility drug?"

"Primarily, but there were others on her team who also contributed."

"But you were her right-hand woman, so to speak?"

"If you want to put it that way, yes, I was."

"Were you well treated by doctor Swensen?"

"Oh, yes. She always treated everyone on the staff with respect."

At this point I could sense that the prosecutor was growing impatient with the line of questioning. He shifted position in his seat several times and finally stood up.

"Your honor," Gustafson said with a discontented snarl, "all this information is known to the court. I would ask the counselor to get to the point."

Stephan returned the prosecutor's disgruntled look. "My intention, sir, is to prove that doctor Swensen's character is such that would preclude any suggestion of irresponsible behavior." 

"Get on with it, Mr. Ambrose," the judge said, showing barely little more patience that the fidgety prosecutor.

"Now, doctor Hellstrom," Stephan continued. "Once the drug's testing phase was concluded, what did you do?"

"We submitted a prototype sample of the drug to the Pharmaceutical Association of Sweden and were granted permission to administer EJAX-472 to human subjects."

"This was after you had finished testing with animals?"

"Yes."

"How long did those experiments last?"

"I'm not quite sure. Several years at least, I believe."

"So, would you say that doctor Swensen acted responsibly in that she waited for a sufficient period before using the drug on human beings?"

"She followed all the standard protocols regarding animal testing and was granted approval to administer the drug to humans by the Pharmaceutical Association."

"You also got permission from each of your male subjects' personal physician to give them this experimental drug?"

"That's correct. You have their signed statements."

"You must have been very excited to see what the results were going to be."

"Yes, I was."

"What were doctor Swensen's feelings at this point?"

"She was happy, but anxious."

"Anxious, of course, because that would have been the first time the drug was tested on human beings?"

"Yes, but she was happy too, as I said."

"And what happened after you administered the drug to these...what was it? Ten men?"

"Yes, at the beginning. But four men withdrew from the program, and we wound up with only six. During their stay at the Clinic we began to notice changes around the beginning of the second week."

"How long had they been taking the drug at that point?"

"Approximately eight days."

"What kind of changes did they experience?"

"Well, during our first conducted test, all the subjects displayed increased sperm count, full-volume emissions, and protracted orgasms."

"Would this constitute a dramatic change in your opinion?"

"Very dramatic."

"As a result of these tests, would you say the experiment was a success?"

"Yes, I most certainly would."

"Did doctor Swensen regard it as such?"

"Yes, she did."

Stephan turned to the bench. "At this time your honor I should like to present as evidence a videotape of an experiment conducted at the lab by doctor Swensen and doctor Hellstrom utilizing EJAX-472." 

"Proceed," the judge instructed.

"Before we begin your honor, I would remind the audience that this video contains material of a prurient nature and may not be suitable for all viewers."

"Duly noted. If anyone in the court would like to leave, he or she is free to wait outside until the video has concluded." He looked out at the anxious faces of the girls from St. Bridget's. "I understand that the students of St. Bridget's are all of legal age. Is that correct counselor?"

"That's correct your honor." Stephan replied. "There is no one under the age of eighteen among them."

"Very well."

The judge and the attorneys waited to see if anyone was going to leave, but no one did. I thought the schoolgirls' parents would have sent them out, but, oddly enough, they seemed quite willing to let them watch the video. The girls' themselves leaned forward in their chairs to get a better view and several jokes were made.

Stephan ordered the court attendant to dim the lights and start the videotape. On a large television monitor that had been placed on a table to the left side of the bench, an image appeared of a man's back, and in his hands he was holding what appeared to be his penis—a huge, black shaft that almost filled up half the screen. Two women in lab coats sat across from him with notepads in their hands. A glass divider separated them from the man. It was Rebecca and I, and we were testing none other than Barney Cole, who was about to provide us with a sperm sample. I looked at Barney just then. His grinning expression indicated that he knew it was he, himself, who was on the video, but he said nothing. Adam and a few of the other men chuckled.

The audience reacted with mild surprise and amusement upon seeing the towering black phallus, but they quickly grew quiet when the onscreen dialogue began.

"Just about there," Barney gasped.

"Okay," I said, as I wrote something down in my notebook. "Keep going."

There was a moment of silence in which all that could be heard was the big man's fist roughly jerking his penis.

"Rebecca, please make sure that sensor light is working properly."

Rebecca glanced at the readout attached to the glass panel. For a few seconds her face was bathed in the soft, green glow of the LED display.

"We're in the green," she said.

 

"What is that sensor used for?" Stephan asked Rebecca.

"It tracks the number of ejaculations," she replied. "We try to count them but sometimes there's just too many to follow."

"I'm gonna cum doc," Barney exclaimed.

"Don't shift position," I told him. "Keep your hands and penis exactly where they are."

"Okay," he replied, with a loud groan.

 

Suddenly, the sensor began to beep, signaling that Barney was now ejaculating.

The audience seemed to derive great amusement from watching the onscreen images of Rebecca and I as we followed every ejaculation, both our eyes moving up and down rapidly in time with the spurts. Sometimes the ejaculations were so intense that we actually craned our necks backwards to follow each trajectory. And with each spurt, the sensor would beep, sometimes registering an astonishing three to four beeps per second, in keeping with his ejaculations. Ultimately, his orgasms became too difficult to track. Seconds later, amidst Barney's impassioned cries of ecstasy, a torrent of sperm came pouring down the glass partition in immense rivers of white as his cock continued to fire off round after round of the viscous fluid. By the time he was finished, he had ejaculated no less than twenty-nine times. Stephan ordered the attendant to stop the video and had the lights turned on.

Those members of the audience who had never seen the effects of EJAX-472 sat there captivated, reacting with disbelief as they tried to come to terms with what they had just witnessed. A few of them loudly protested that the entire thing was a sham; that no man could ever ejaculate in such a fashion. To which Barney replied that it was indeed possible because he was the very same man in the video. Arguments arose and the judge had to use his gavel to bring order to the court.

"I will not tolerate these outbursts," he said firmly. "If it happens again, I will have those responsible removed."

I noticed that neither the judge nor the prosecutor seemed too surprised by what they had just seen on the video, which puzzled me. They seemed to regard what they saw as a commonplace occurrence, while Stephan reacted with wonder.

"That's quite amazing, I must say," Stephan said to Rebecca. "What sexual problem was the subject in the video suffering from, may I ask?"

"Poor ejaculation."

Everyone laughed.

Even the stern-faced judge smiled. "Do you have anything more to offer Mr. Ambrose?"

"I just want to say that what was depicted on that video was real, nothing was faked. What we have all just witnessed was the effects of EJAX-472, a drug that was created for the sole purpose of helping men with sexual dysfunctions to live a normal life."

"Those ejaculations were far from 'normal' Mr. Ambrose," Gustafson said.

"For the people who suffer from sexual problems, it is a boon. And doctor Swensen has done nothing but give hope to these men where there was none before."

Stephan looked at me just then and smiled. At the time I didn't know how to account for it, but something inside me, a feeling that had long laid dormant, suddenly awoke, and I wanted to share that feeling with him, if only for a moment.

"I have no more questions your honor," he said, and resumed his seat next to me.

"Your witness, Mr. Gustafson."

I noticed a look of uneasiness come over Rebecca' face as she braced herself to be cross-examined. The prosecutor stood before her, arms folded in front of him and legs spread wide apart. He appeared to be itching for a fight.

"Is it not true doctor Hellstrom, that EJAX-472 has been a problematical drug from the start?"

"Yes," Rebecca replied. "There have been some negative side effects."

"And is it not true that these side effects occurred not long after initial treatment began?"

"Yes."

"And is it also not true that these side effects have been responsible for the dismissal of John Cardelli from his teaching position at St. Bridget's Preparatory School?"

"I'm sorry to say that it was, yes."

"Describe for us these side effects please."

"Well, the drug has, in a few cases, acted like a growth hormone."

"Indeed. And what part of the human body was affected?"

"The scrotum increased to almost one-half its normal size and the penis grew several inches."

There was a general murmur in the audience, which quickly subsided when the judge let his gavel fly a few times.

"My, my, my!" Gustafson exclaimed. "Most men would not regard that as objectionable I would think. Anything else?"

"And there was the problem of involuntary ejaculation."

"Describe please."

"Involuntary ejaculation is a condition brought upon by the drug in which a person is compelled to masturbate until he reaches orgasm, irregardless of his surroundings."

"I would tend to think that would ruin one's social life pretty quickly."

There was general laughter from the audience.

"But you said 'compelled to masturbate,' he continued. "Why is that so?"

"Dr. Swensen discovered that increased production of adrenalin acts as a trigger mechanism that reacts with the drug to override normal behavioral inhibitors in the brain. Increased stress is associated with the phenomenon."

"Did this phenomenon occur in all the men who took the drug?"

"No, only in some cases."

"And what has doctor Swensen done to rectify this problem?"

"She has developed a new version of the drug which corrects for the abnormality."

"Has it been administered to the patients already?"

"Only to one of them thus far, and he's fine now. As you may be aware, our Clinic was completely destroyed in a fire early this morning. However, the blood and sperm samples had previously been taken to Stockholm University where we used their laboratories to synthesize the new version." 

"Who is this person who received the dose?"

Rebecca leaned over in her chair. "That's him over there. The blonde boy in the third row. Craig Lundquist."

Gustafson glanced at Craig. Craig, in return, smiled nervously.

"And the side effects have been eradicated in this person?"

"Completely."

He turned to the judge. "Your honor, I should like to question Mr. Lundquist shortly."

"As you wish counselor."

"As for you doctor Hellstrom," he began. "All I can say is that, from what you have told this court, doctor Swensen may have acted prematurely in her desire to help these men. The untoward symptoms you described, the growth spurts and the uncontrolled masturbation, have certainly caused your subjects great anguish."

At this point Stephan interrupted.

"Your honor, as with every experimental drug, there are risks involved. These men knew that. Counselor's remark that Dr. Swensen's actions have caused her subjects great pain is purely subjective."

"May I remind you Mr. Ambrose," the judge said stiffly, "that this is not a trial, only a formal hearing. The counselor therefore has every right to express his views without interruption. Now please refrain from making any further comments."

Stephan had wanted to strike out at the presumptuous attorney for what he perceived to be an injustice done to me. Even though he told me later on that he knew that what he had done was inappropriate, he nonetheless felt motivated to protect my reputation because he genuinely liked me and respected my work. His outburst was a gracious, if not miscalculated effort on his part, but it endeared him to me in ways I could not comprehend at the time.

"I am finished with this witness your honor," Gustafson said. "I would now like to call Craig Lundquist to the stand."

The bailiff escorted Craig to the stand as Rebecca rose and walked toward me. She gave Gustafson a sour look as she passed him, but he remained impassive.

"What a jerk," she said to me. "Did I do okay, Chris?"

"You were great," I said, smiling.

As Craig was being sworn in, I noticed that Cheryl seemed very much on edge. She watched her boyfriend intently, her lips tightly pursed. She was protective by nature, and I knew that it troubled her greatly to see her newfound boyfriend being grilled by the truculent attorney.

"How did you get your hands on EJAX-472, Mr. Lundquist?" Gustafson asked.

"I was working as a waiter at a party and some guy laid some on me."

"What party was that?"

"Ms. Olmstead's birthday party."

"And would this guy be none other than Philip Olmstead?"

Craig took a few moments to answer.

"Yes."

"Did you ever consider that the drug you were taking was illegal?"

"No. I thought it was like the stuff you order through the mail. You know, like Spanish Fly or something."

"How did you react to the drug?"

"It made me have really...huge orgasms," he admitted, blushing.

"Like what we just saw on the videotape?"

Craig glanced at Barney. "Yeah, something like that."

"But it also did something else to you didn't it?"

"I don't know what you..."

"What happened to you, Mr. Lundquist?"

"Nothing happened," Craig replied, growing uncomfortable. "I just had these really big orgasms that's all."

"Really?" Gustafson said smugly. "You never experienced any of the negative side effects?"

"No, I didn't."

"No growth increases, no involuntary ejaculation?"

"No, nothing like that."




EJAX-472: Ch. 09



Gustafson turned his back on the boy and I could tell he was pleased with the results of his interrogation. Craig was lying and he was doing a poor job of it. I saw him look at me, his eyes full of trepidation.

"Your honor," the prosecutor began, "I should now like the court to view a videotape which will refute the testimony of this witness."

"Proceed counselor," the judge said.

Gustafson instructed the attendant to start the video. Once again the lights dimmed and in a few seconds the monitor was alive with moving images.

"I don't know if you were aware of this Mr. Lundquist, but your kindly doctor Swensen was thoughtful enough to have the so-called 'follow-up' test videotaped." He pointed to an image of a naked man lying on a table. "I believe that person is you, is it not?"

It was indeed Craig. 

"Oh, fuck!" I said under my breath. "I forgot all about the god-damned video!"

Rebecca moaned. "Jesus Christ! I can't believe the cops got their fucking hands on it!"

Stephan looked anxious. "You make videos of all your experiments?"

"It's standard procedure," Rebecca said.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry Stephan," I replied. "With all the shit we've been through lately it went completely unnoticed."

"The judge, Gustafson, and I had access to all the videos. But I don't remember seeing this. I must have missed something."

His face grew dark, but he said nothing further.

Bonnie and Philip looked tense. However, that did not stop them from shifting their chairs around for a better view of the monitor, which was now displaying a close-up image of Craig's ever-expanding prick. The young man looked on in horror as the image of his stiff penis grew from its normal nine inches to nineteen inches in less than several minutes' time. It was like witnessing the sped up growth of a flower utilizing the photographic technique of time-lapse photography. 

The audience reacted with gasps of astonishment. Even my own subjects, including Craig himself, watched the unprecedented transformation with mouths agape. The volume on the video had been turned up so that all the people in the audience could now hear the shocked comments of myself and my colleagues as we beheld the startling transfiguration. The girls from St. Bridget's were completely spellbound by the monstrous, growing cock, giggling and nudging each other, unable to take their eyes off the screen.

And then, played out before the entire audience, was the image of Craig tearing himself free of his restraints, looking every bit like a modern-day Frankenstein as he pushed Jeffrey, Barney, and all the other men aside and ran from them in stark terror. Seeing it now for the first time on video, I had no idea how fast the sequence of events had transpired, and how ineffectually my staff and I had handled the crisis. By the time the video came to the part where Craig was submitting to the involuntary ejaculation response, I had begun to feel a sinking feeling in my heart. Mercifully, the tape was stopped at that point.

The attendant increased the illumination in the room even as Gustafson, with a satisfied grin, turned to Craig.

"Is your penis back to normal size now, Mr. Lundquist?"

Craig looked at the sanctimonious creature standing before him and for the first time I saw actual hatred in his eyes. "Yes."

"And do you suffer from involuntary ejaculation any longer?"

"No."

"Then you must be relieved to say the least. It must have been a terrible ordeal for you to have suffered the effects of another person's incompetence."

"Your honor." Stephan said, rising. "Counsel is expressing an opinion."

"Which he is entitled to do under these circumstances, Mr. Ambrose," the judge said, tersely. 

Stephan sat back down with a grunt. 

"That kid should have told the truth. What the hell was he thinking?"

"He was trying to protect me," I said, feeling empathy for the kind-hearted boy.

"Well he's only succeeded in making things more difficult for us," he replied with frustration. "Christ! I wish I knew why I'm having so much difficulty remembering that tape!"

The judge dismissed Craig. As he slowly walked down the aisle toward Cheryl, who sat with a pained expression on her face, hundreds of eyes traced his forlorn and arduous journey with a silence that was oppressive. Only the giddy schoolgirls could bring themselves to speak, hurling lewd epithets at him with unabashed audacity as he fell into his seat beside Cheryl looking tired and defeated.

"Shut the fuck up!" Cheryl screamed at the brunette, whom I had earlier heard called 'Bridget.'

The judge immediately intervened. "Another outburst like that and you will be removed young lady. And that goes for the rest of you too!" he said, addressing the schoolgirls.

Bridget fell silent as a general hush came over the entire audience.

"Mr. Ambrose. Call your next witness."

Stephan tapped Philip on the shoulder. "Your honor, I should like to call Philip Olmstead to the stand."

Bonnie laid her hand on Philip's arm and smiled at him as he slowly got up and headed toward the witness chair. Whatever hope he had held out for an easy victory was now dispelled with Craig's fateful decision to lie in my defense, and as such, he began to feel that his own chances of surviving his own trial, only a few months away, were becoming bleak. I was grateful to him for not dragging me into the gaping pit toward which he was now so carelessly headed by reason of his treachery, but I did not want to see him suffer needlessly either. As he sat down before Stephan, his body hunched forward and his eyes full of anxiety, I felt pity for him and hoped that his interrogation would be brief.

"Mr. Olmstead," Stephan began, "you have pleaded guilty to stealing doctor Swensen's fertility drug, EJAX-472. May I ask you why you stole it?"

"What man wouldn't want to have orgasms like that?" Philip replied. "I thought if I could steal a sample of the drug I could then have it replicated at another lab. I'd make a fortune."

"And you had no qualms about stealing from your own sister?"

"Of course I did. Christiana is one of the finest people I know. But the lure of the drug was overwhelming. When my wife told me what she had seen during the first experiment with the drug, I knew I had to have it."

"Even knowing that your actions could possibly lead to both of your downfalls?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to say."

I could sense the profound regret in Philip's voice and it I found it painful to look at him as his gaze shifted errantly from me to the prosecutor.

"My poor husband," Bonnie said, softly to herself.

"Who performed the theft?" Stephan inquired.

"That man right there," Philip said, pointing to Luis. "I hired him to do it."

"For the benefit of those that don't know," Stephan said, addressing the audience, "the man Mr. Olmstead is referring to is Luis Ramon Hernandez, a convicted drug trafficker who has a long criminal history in this country."

I watched Luis' face grow sullen as his sin was made public, and enjoyed seeing him shift uncomfortably in his chair.

"How was the theft accomplished?"

"By using my political influence, I paid some people to get Hernandez into the Clinic as a patient. Once he was in there, it was a simple matter for him to break into the safe and steal the drug."

"How much of the drug did he steal?"

"I don't know exactly," Philip replied. "Several hundred tablets or so."

"Were all these tablets in the safe?"

"Knowing how fastidious and conscientious my sister is, they wouldn't be anyplace else."

"Is this what Mr. Hernandez told you?"

"Yes."

"Did you believe him?"

"He had no reason to lie about something like that." 

"Once Mr. Hernandez delivered the drug to you, what did you do at that point?"

"I let some of it out of my hands to repay favors, and some I gave away to people just for the hell of it."

"What favors are you referring to?"

"Political favors and such."

"And you also gave some away?"

"At the party. I guess I was drunk."

"In your statement you said that doctor Swensen discovered that you were behind the theft of her drug during your wife's birthday party. Explain that."

"I had no idea what the hell I was dealing with. Before I knew it, I began jerking...I mean, masturbating, like crazy. And all the guys I had given the drug to were masturbating themselves like crazy too. It got to the point where you just couldn't help yourself. So there was really no hiding the fact after that."

"You're referring to the involuntary ejaculation response are you not?"

"That's right."

"When doctor Swensen confronted you and accused you of the theft, what did you do?"

Philip looked at me and then hung his head. "I told her the truth," he said plaintively. "I mean, after all, it was either that or lose my wife."

Bonnie took hold of my hand and squeezed hard. 

"She threatened to leave you didn't she?"

"Yes," he said, looking directly at Bonnie. "And I wouldn't have blamed her."

As she watched her husband's head sink onto his chest, Bonnie heaved a great sigh of compassion for the fallen man, the look of sorrow in her eyes reflecting the image of disillusionment sitting astride the witness chair. I felt her grip on my hand grow tighter.

"Mr. Olmstead," Stephan said. "Do you believe that doctor Swensen has acted responsibly in regard to the use of EJAX-472? And that if it were not due to your misuse of political power and the elaborate methods used to confiscate the drug, that this entire incident would never have occurred?"

"Yes," Philip replied, barely getting the word out. "If it weren't for my stupidity and short-sightedness, none of us would be here now."

"Thank you Mr. Olmstead. I have no further questions your honor."

"Does the prosecution care to cross-examine the witness?" the judge asked, turning to Gustafson.

"I do your honor," he replied, as he hastily wrote something on a pad of paper.

Stephan resumed his seat next to me but I could sense that he was uneasy.

"Mr. Olmstead," Gustafson said, rising from his seat. "How did you first come to learn about EJAX-472?"

"My wife Bonnie told me about it years ago when Christiana, doctor Swensen, first came up with the idea."

"Being doctor Swensen's sister, your wife must have had access to much of the research that was being conducted."

"I know Bonnie used to hang around the Clinic from time to time. But I don't think she really understood what was going on. Not in a technical sense anyway."

"Nevertheless, everything you learned about EJAX-472, you learned through her. Correct?"

"Primarily. And once in a while Christiana would talk about it. You know, in casual conversation."

Stephan was drumming his fingers on the table, his gaze intently focused on Gustafson. 

"How would you define your relationship to your sister?"

"I'd say it was a good relationship."

"You mentioned earlier that you found her to be both conscientious and fastidious." 

"For the most part, yes."

"Yet she allowed a convicted felon, this Mr. Hernandez, to infiltrate her Clinic and steal her life's work right from under her nose."

"Christiana is not a suspicious person by nature," Philip said quickly. "And I had the benefit of having some very powerful people on my side who managed to pull all the right strings."

"Well, your efforts to conceal the true identity of this hoodlum must have cost you very handsomely Mr. Olmstead because you succeeded in pulling the wool over her eyes and those of her staff most effectively. Could it be that the background checks she carried out on all these subjects were not done as conscientiously as you would have us believe?"

"I don't know how she conducted her background checks," Philip said flatly. "But I do know that if she had perceived any real danger to herself or anyone else, she would have dismissed Luis immediately. She's a very intuitive person."

"Not intuitive enough to recognize a criminal in her midst however. In fact I would go so far as to say that she has shown a great degree of naiveté during the selection of her test subjects." He turned to the judge. "I refer your honor to the case of John Cardelli whose trial is still pending. It was discovered recently that he has a history of flagrant acts of exhibitionism. Yet this disorder was not apparent to doctor Swensen."

Stephan stood up, his fists tightly clenched.

"Your honor," he said, "I would remind the court that the charge of exhibitionism brought against Mr. Cardelli is based upon hearsay and cannot be used as evidence by the prosecution."

"Counselor," the judge said to Gustafson. "You will restrict yourself to the facts."

"Yes, your honor," he replied, giving Stephan a nasty look.

I knew that Gustafson was trying to paint a picture of me as an incompetent person; that was the only tack he could follow. It may have seemed to some that he was grabbing at straws but Stephan knew better than to give the wily man too much ground. Already I could sense that some of the people in the courtroom were beginning to be swayed by his arguments, including the judge.

"Let's get back to Mr. Hernandez," Gustafson continued. "After the altercation at the Clinic in which he was literally thrown out of the building, did doctor Swensen report him to the police?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"Does that not seem strange to you?"

"I think she felt pity for him."

"Pity?" he asked. "After he employed physical violence on some of her staff and threatened her with physical harm, you're telling me that she felt pity?"

"Maybe she figured that he had suffered enough. I don't know"

"But we do know what form that suffering took, don't we? The female members of doctor Swensen's staff stripped Mr. Hernandez naked, humiliated him, and forced him to undergo prolonged masturbation while under the influence of the drug. Is that not true?"

"You have the tape, you saw it for yourself."

"And do you think this is the proper way for a conscientious and responsible doctor to behave?"

"I guess not."

"You guess not." Gustafson said, the words falling like a ton of bricks upon my head. "I don't know of any medical professional who would have done what doctor Swensen did to that man, irregardless of the fact that he may have deserved it. But maybe you are right. Maybe she felt that after she had punished him, that he was somehow deserving of her pity. But that was another big mistake on her part. Had she reported him to the police, you would have never been able to enlist his aid in the robbery of the drug from the Clinic. And if the drug had not been stolen, the subsequent problems relating to the side effects of EJAX-472 would have been confined to the test subjects themselves instead of filtering down into the general population."

"Objection your honor," Stephan said. "Counselor is stating a supposition." 

"Sustained," the judge said.

Philip shook his head. "That was my fault. You can't blame her."

"But I do blame her. And this is not a supposition on my part Counselor," he said to Stephan, "because I know for a fact that doctor Swensen did indeed ignore warnings raised by at least one member of the Pharmaceutical Association which called into question the safety of EJAX-472." He picked up a document from the table and read from it. "I quote: 'It has been decided by a vote of six to one that the drug known as EJAX-472 has been granted provisional status by the Pharmaceutical Association of Sweden under the laws governing the use of such drug in its application to human testing. The one dissenting vote reflects the need for further research to be conducted in light of the possibility that certain, possibly harmful, anomalies may exist now, or at some future time, within the drug.'" He thrust the document out in front of him at arm's length toward Stephan. "She knew about this warning but she chose to ignore it."

"Your honor," Stephan said. "May I address Counselor's remark?"

"Make it brief."

"That fact that the vote was six to one shows that doctor Swensen had the majority of physicians on her side. The one dissenting vote was cast by some cautious fellow who, I am told, makes it a regular habit to vote nay in almost every application for a pharmaceutical patent. Why he does this is known only to him, but I don't believe that it can be used as an argument against doctor Swensen's decision to use the drug, which she believed was perfectly safe for human consumption."

"Even one vote against should have raised a red flag," Gustafson replied, throwing the paper down on the table. "After all, people's health and safety were at stake here. I say her decision to go ahead and use the drug indicates that she acted irresponsibly and the charge of 'reckless endangerment' should stick."

Despite Gustafson's claim that I had paid little heed to the one dissenting vote, I did in fact contact the doctors at the Association and was given permission to proceed with my experiments as planned. Both the physicians and I felt that the potential benefits of EJAX-472 far outweighed any perceivable risk. I knew full well that every untried drug had its potential dangers, and despite my best efforts I could not hope to protect people from side effects that may or may not be revealed at some later time as a result of its use. Such is the nature of the unknown.

The prosecutor turned to Philip. "Your criminal involvement and doctor Swensen's negligence have caused a great deal of anguish for many people who believed in this drug called EJAX-472. Based upon what you have heard here today, do you still think she is a woman of conscience?"

Philip, who had been holding his head down, now raised it up slowly and cast his gaze over the courtroom as if seeking help from some unknown agency.

"I only know she meant to do right," he said, unable to look at anyone.

"No further questions your honor."

Philip returned to his seat beside Bonnie looking drained. 

"Thank you Philip," I said, trying to cheer him. "I know it was very difficult for you."

"Don't thank me yet," he said, failing to meet my eyes.

Bonnie said some consoling words to him, but he paid her little attention. Finally, seeing she was getting nowhere, she left him alone with his thoughts.

Both Stephan and Gustafson examined and cross-examined some of the girls from St. Bridget's, including Ms. Stedman, and the scenario they described made it appear that my drug had unleashed a ferocious sexual beast in the form of John Cardelli. I watched his face register shock and ultimately bitter disappointment at the girls' testimony, none of which could be said to have vindicated him in even the slightest way. Knowing John as I did, I found it nearly impossible to picture him as the wanton, lecherous, madman the girls portrayed, but as their own academic futures were on the line, he was treated no more than as a scapegoat. 

It soon became obvious that Bridget Veerhoft and Helga Nelson had been the architects of the sexual soirée, and the most vocal in his condemnation. Though quite beautiful, Bridget came across as cold and calculating, and her ally Helga much the same. Although the girls' testimonies had matched more or less, there were discrepancies that were left unresolved, and I knew this was extremely upsetting to Stephan, who wanted desperately to see John absolved of the crime. It was not difficult to see that the girls had formed a pact and were protecting each other, and, in so doing, had become indifferent to the fate of their once beloved teacher.

After the girls had offered their testimony, Stephan called John to the stand, anxious to get his own version of the events on that fateful day.

"Mr. Cardelli, you have heard the testimony of your students just now. Is it true, as they all claim, that you threatened them with violence unless they complied with your demands to have sex with you?"




EJAX-472: Ch. 09



John shook his head. "No. That is absolutely ridiculous."

"Are you saying that they willingly offered themselves to you?"

"Some of them did," he replied, looking at Bridget and the other girls.

"And you encouraged them?"

"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to! I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. The drug overpowered me."

"Are you blaming your behavior solely on the influence of EJAX-472?"

"No. That was only a part of it. But those girls threw themselves at me. Not all, but most of them. Those little sluts knew what they were doing."

His use of the word 'sluts' brought both laughter and reprobation from the audience.

"Because they saw you in a compromised position and took advantage of you?"

"Yes. I never threatened to hurt anyone. They made up that lie to save their own skins."

When Stephan had finished questioning John, he seemed nowhere closer to the truth than when he began. He returned to his seat looking perplexed. Gustafson, on the other hand, looked like a shark getting ready for the kill.

"Doctor Hellstrom testified earlier that EJAX-472 acts to, as she put it, 'override normal behavioral inhibitors in the brain," the prosecutor began. "Do you think your reckless behavior can be attributed to this fact?"

"In part. But the girls goading me on certainly didn't hurt."

"Let me ask you this. Would you have done what you did, let's say, if you were drunk for instance?"

"Possibly."

"So, even under the influence of alcohol, some part of your brain, the ethical part, can make the distinction between that which is morally acceptable and morally objectionable?"

"Yes."

"Yet this does not seem to be the case with EJAX-472. It seems to have overridden your built-in inhibitor mechanisms, those very same mechanisms, which most people rely upon to conduct themselves in a civilized fashion, and allowed you to behave in ways you might not consider, even if you were under the influence of a less potent stimulant."

"Look," John replied, feeling himself being led into a trap. "I'll be the first to admit that the drug is extremely powerful. But you can control the impulse to a certain degree. Some men have done it. Craig Lundquist for instance. But most men, me included, we kind of let our baser instincts take over. And when you're surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women, it's very difficult to resist the impulse to think and do immoral things."

"What you've said goes against the evidence concerning this drug. It is my belief that the drug exerted such an influence over your mind as to preclude you from behaving in any way other than the way you did."

"That's not true. The drug by itself cannot control your mind. It cannot make you act immoral."

"Again, what you say is contrary to the evidence. Let's face it, Mr. Cardelli, your higher brain functions were so muddled and confused from taking EJAX-472 that your only desire was to engage in sexual relations with those girls even if it meant employing physical violence to do so!"

"No! No!" John said angrily, as he brought his fist down upon the arm of the chair. "You're trying to make me into some kind of mindless monster, as if the drug had destroyed all my reason and judgment. If that were the case, and I had physically abused my students, as they falsely claim, then show me their cuts and bruises. Well you can look Mr. Gustafson, but you're not going to find anything. Look at them. Do you see pain in their eyes? Do you?"

"That will be enough, Mr. Cardelli."

"No, it's not enough!" John snapped, looking directly at Bridget and her associates. "Look at their faces. All so pristine and innocent. But not one of them had the moral rectitude to come forward and tell the truth about this whole damned thing. I say shame on you all!"

The students of St. Bridget's sat completely stunned and silent, as did the entire

audience, as John stared them down. He then cast a sidelong glance at his wife, Ann, who looked as if she were on the verge of tears. My heart went out to the distressed man, whose only crime was that he was a normal, healthy, red-blooded heterosexual with a powerful libido. He certainly had not deserved the treatment he received from his traitorous pupils, who were now forced to confront their own moral cowardice in light of his intimidating accusation. 

Gustafson himself was taken aback, surprised at the vehemence displayed in John's impassioned speech, and stood silently to one side, waiting for the uncomfortable silence to end.

For a very long time I had believed that the involuntary ejaculation response did indeed override the higher brain functions to the point that the victim could not control his reactions. This was true in most cases, but Craig Lundquist had shown that the response could be forestalled—and for a very long period of time. This "mind over matter" approach was completely unacceptable to Gustafson, whose two-dimensional way of thinking would not have allowed him to see that the drug reacted differently with different people, which is what made it, in its current state, so insidious.

Someone coughed in the back of the room and the sound of feet shuffling quickly ensued. From behind me I heard someone tell somebody else to sit down. It sounded more like a command than a request.

"Your honor?" said a pretty girl with dark hair.

All eyes in the courtroom turned toward her. She was standing, alone and anxious-looking amidst her seated companions from St. Bridget's. Her voice was high-pitched and somewhat shrill, but it caught the judge's attention. 

"Yes, young woman?" the judge replied.

"May I come up there and speak to you please. It's very important."

Gustafson shook his head and smirked.

"Does what you have to say relate to the case at hand?" the judge asked.

"Yes, sir, it does."

"Then you may approach the bench."

Stephan looked at me, then at the girl, neither of us knowing what to expect.

As she walked up the aisle I saw the consternation on the faces of her classmates, unprepared for this show of individualism. John followed her every movement; his handsome face, which had been clouded over with anguish, now reflecting a faint glimmer of anticipation. The girl smiled at him as she came to a halt before the bench.

"What is your name?" the judge asked her.

"Abigail Rylander, your honor. But most people call me Abby. Actually, Abby Gabby, because I tend to talk a lot." 

She giggled a little bit and then resumed.

"I don't want you to put me on the witness stand sir. I just want to say something in defense of Mr. Cardelli."

Gustafson quickly interjected. "Your honor, it is a little late for..."

The judge raised his hand. "I want to hear what she has to say. Go ahead Ms. Rylander."

Looking straight at her beloved teacher, Abby took a deep breath and began.

"Your honor, everything Mr. Cardelli has told you is the truth."

A chorus of groans greeted the girl's statement as the audience absorbed the full impact of its implications. At first I thought the distraught cries were coming from the schoolgirls until I realized that it was the parents of these girls who were now reacting with anger and dismay over the possibility that their children might not be as innocent as they seemed.

"Settle down please," the judge said to the audience. "Please continue Ms. Rylander."

Abby looked at the other girls and was dismayed to find them all intently staring at her with looks of immense disapproval. I, myself, could feel the hate emanating from that little group of treacherous brats and felt like taking them in hand and administering a good old-fashioned spanking to each of them.

"Bridget started the whole thing, your honor," Abby began. "She knew, we all knew, that Mr. Cardelli liked to look at our legs. So she teased him because she's got very beautiful legs. And then he started to act strange, and I could tell that he was touching himself under the desk. Before you know it, he had taken his thing out, I mean his penis, and started to play with it in front of us. Then Helga and I joined in, then the rest of the girls. I guess we all got carried away because all of us were crazy about him. But I'm the only one who really loved him. And I still do Mr. Cardelli. That's why I had to tell the truth. I tried to lie about it and be like the others, but it's not right that you should suffer. I'm sorry that we hurt you. I'm sorry I hurt you."

As Abby related this story, the voices of upset parents and their children steadily rose in volume until by the time she finished the entire section was in an uproar. The judge ordered them to be silent or face charges of contempt, but it took several minutes for them to settle down just the same. I saw Bridget Veerhoft arguing with her distraught parents, her fist shaking in Abby's direction. Bridget's blonde friend, Helga, was quickly ushered out by her outraged mother, telling the bailiff that she would return as soon as she took matters in hand with her daughter. Several other stupefied parents and their children spoke in harsh whispers, but the disillusionment and anger in their voices was quite apparent. Several of the parents made threatening gestures at John, and some even accused Abby of betraying her friends, thinking such a betrayal to be a greater evil than withholding the truth. Abby's own father and mother were now coming under attack and Mr. Rylander, fearing an altercation, took his frightened wife by the arm and led her out into the aisle. By this time, the bailiff and three other court officers were attempting to quell the pandemonium. 

"Your honor," said Mr. Rylander to the judge. "I'm Abby's father. I would like to take her out of here now."

Seeing that the girl and her parents would now be the constant target of insults and threats, the judge decided to let them leave.

"You may go young lady," the judge said. "Your testimony will be admitted into the record."

"Thank you, your honor," she said politely.

Abby looked at her teacher as she turned to go. For a moment it appeared as if she were going to reach out and touch him, but she held back.

"Thank you, Abby," he said. "That was very brave of you."

His words were to her like the fragrance of some exotic balm whose soothing essence seemed to help assuage her tormented conscience. She stood before him, her eyes full of sadness for her bittersweet victory.

"Goodbye Mr. Cardelli. I'll miss you."

The girl turned around and briskly walked down the aisle toward her waiting parents, who took her by the hand and escorted her out amidst a chorus of howls and jeers. Bridget Veerhoft was the most vocal among them, calling her a traitor and a bitch. Abby never looked back. 

Several more minutes passed before the judge and his officers finally managed to bring order to the court.

"Do you have any other questions, Mr. Gustafson?" the judge asked.

"No, your honor," he replied gruffly.

"You may step down, Mr. Cardelli."

When John returned to his seat, Ann kissed him and spoke to him encouragingly. Ms. Stedman, who had hitherto treated him like an object of dread, walked across the aisle and sat next to him. She said a few things to him in a soft voice and he responded by nodding his head. They then shook hands and she returned to her seat, both she and John looking satisfied. 

"I should like to call a recess at this point," the judge said. "This hearing will reconvene in one hour."

With that he swiftly rose and exited out the door behind him.

Stephan looked at me and held my hand in his. 

"We found a gem underneath a rock. We can count ourselves lucky."

Abby's testimony had indeed proved fortunate, for now it raised serious doubt as to whether my drug could, solely of its own accord, be said to drive people to commit mindless acts. As with everything concerning EJAX-472, there was a very large gray area that had to be taken into account in any assessment of its efficacy, or lack thereof.

On the second floor of the building there was a cafeteria where Stephan took me, and the rest of our group, to lunch. I had a chance to talk with Michelle and my other colleagues during the recess and they all expressed their appreciation to Stephan for his efforts to help me. Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer were all in high spirits, believing that the hearing was going in my favor. Dr. Hagstrom however, remained quiet, though she shook her head in acknowledgment several times in response to some of the more positive comments from my colleagues. Lynette and Maria told me how much they had enjoyed seeing the snotty brats from St. Bridget's brought down a few pegs. I noticed that those same girls and their parents had not decided to eat in the cafeteria, ostensibly because John and the others were eating there with us and they wanted to keep their wayward offspring away from him.

"My career as a teacher is ruined," he told me. "But Ms. Stedman is willing to drop charges against me based on Abby's testimony."

"It took a lot of guts for her to do what she did," I said.

"Her honesty paid off. Ms. Stedman is going to expel Bridget and Helga and several of the other girls, but Abby is going to graduate; valedictorian of her class no less."

"Beauty, brains, and a kind heart," Ann said. "Should I be jealous John?"

"But a voice like Mickey Mouse!" I joked. 

They both laughed along with me.

"She really cared about you John."

"I will never forget her," he said with a touch of sadness.

Cheryl and Craig stopped at our table on the way to the snack bar. They were holding hands and Cheryl was all smiles. Craig, however, looked troubled.

"I want to apologize to you doctor Swensen," he began, "I should never have lied."

"It's all right Craig," I said. "I know you thought you were trying to help me. Don't fret over it."

Cheryl laughed. "Oh believe me, he's going to fret over it no matter what you say."

"If that prosecutor didn't have that tape, I would've gotten away with it."

"Speaking of that," Stephan said. "I don't recall getting a copy of that particular video, and I should have."

"Somebody obviously didn't want you to see it," I said.

"It's against the law to withhold any information like that. There's such a thing called 'disclosure,' in this country, which means that both the defense and the prosecution must divulge all their information to each other. There can be no surprises."

"It looks like some of the evil seeds I planted are still sprouting," Philip said.

"Could be Philip," Stephan replied. "But if it happens again, I'm going to ask the judge to dismiss the case and demand an inquiry."

"Why didn't you do that when you found out about the video?" Rebecca asked.

"Because I believe we're close to having these charges dropped. I'll deal with Gustafson later."

Stephan and I talked at length about the how the hearing was progressing, and some of our talk touched upon more personal matters. I got the feeling that he was trying to get to know me as a person, not the wild woman doctor I had been so callously represented as in the press, and I was glad of it. During the course of our conversation he managed to finish a heaping plate of spaghetti, but I ate very little. Unlike myself, it appeared that the stress of the hearing had not impaired his appetite one bit. 

After he finished eating he returned to the courtroom, informing me that he had some business to attend to. I got up and walked across the room and looked out the window onto the grounds below. All around the front entrance to the building were reporters and media types still congregated just beyond the periphery of the police barricade. It seemed their ranks had swelled since we were first admitted, the mass of bodies extending outward beyond the line of trees that lay on the border of the perfectly manicured lawn. The thought of dodging all those reporters once again made me queasy. 

"Penny for your thoughts, sis."

"Oh, Bonnie!" I said. "You startled me."

She looked out the window at the teeming mass of people below. "What a mess!"

"I dread having to deal with that," I said, echoing her sentiment. 

"Philip and I have had a pretty tough time of it too. We're thinking of going to our summer residence up north. Want to come?"

"Maybe," I replied. "How do you think he's holding up?"

She looked somber. "He's depressed over this whole thing, but he has a lot of faith in Stephan. I do too."

"He's a good man. I think he'll do right by you."

"And you!" she said, pinching me playfully on the arm. "Oh, come on. I saw the way you looked at him, sis. You like the guy!"

"There's something about him that's different—unusual for a lawyer. I don't know what it is?"

"Humanity?" she laughed.

"He does have a great sense of compassion for others doesn't he?"

"Just like you, Chris," she replied.

"Of course he's very handsome too," I added.

"That's what I like to see," she said, raising her hand to adjust my hair. "Despite all the bad things that have happened to you, just remember that you have a lot of good people on your side who love you and care for you. In the end, that is what will pull you through this whole crazy situation."

Sometimes Bonnie had a way of saying things that went straight to my heart. Unlike me, she was neither analytical nor philosophical, but her simple heart-felt wisdom always shone through in dire times, and always made me feel better.

It was 1:00 PM when the hearing was resumed and Judge Carlsdotter came out of his chambers looking somewhat flustered. He sat down on his chair and spent the better part of a minute just trying to adjust his long, black robe. He seemed preoccupied. 

"This hearing of the state versus Christiana Swensen is now rejoined," he began. "Mr. Ambrose, you may call your next witness." 

Stephan's eyes fell on the little man seated between the two tall officers. It was the moment I had hoped would never come.

"I call Luis Ramon Hernandez to the stand."

Reluctantly, and casting an expression of contempt at Stephan, Luis swaggered over to the witness chair and sat down with his lower body thrust forward. He stretched his legs out before him as if he were sitting casually at home, in arrogant indifference to the decorum of the court.

"I understand that the police have exonerated you on all charges related to the theft of EJAX-472 in light of information you supplied that led to the conviction of Mr. Philip Olmstead. Is that correct?"

"Yeah, man. That's right," he replied, his body a bundle of nervous energy.

"However, the charge of robbery is still being held against you."

"They're gonna let that charge drop too. As soon as this farce is over."

"You seem pretty certain of that."

Luis made no reply. He simply sat there looking smug.

"Mr. Hernandez, you have made no secret of your hatred for Dr. Swensen. Was what she did to you not just recompense for your own abysmal behavior?"

"Objection your honor." Gustafson complained. "Hypothetical question."

"Sustained," the judge said.

"All right, let me put it this way," Stephan resumed. "You were paid a great deal of money by Mr. Olmstead to infiltrate the Clinic. Why didn't you just perform the robbery and leave? Why start an altercation?"

"I had to make it look good man. I had to play the part, you understand?"

"I understand. But you didn't have to hit people. That's what you did isn't it?"

"They humiliated me," he replied, throwing me a hostile look. "You don't do those things to somebody and expect to walk away."

"But you physically assaulted several women on her staff and threatened her as well. She could have easily had you arrested."

"Better she had done that than putting me through hell!" he said, raising his voice. "What kind of a doctor does those things to a man?"

"Obviously she felt she was justified."




EJAX-472: Ch. 09



"Justified? I'll tell you who's justified—me! Those crazy bitches of hers tied me down and jerked me off in front of hundreds of people! Then they kicked me in the balls and threw me out on the street!"

"Mr. Hernandez," the judge interrupted. "You will cease to use such language in this court. Do you understand?"

"Yeah," he replied, in a monotone voice.

Stephan paused to collect his thoughts. I could tell that he was disturbed by the intense hatred the little man felt toward me.

"You bleed too much Mr. Hernandez. Considering you were taking part in the experiment under false pretenses to begin with, I would say you got off rather easy."

"That's what you say man. But you weren't there."

Luis shifted his position in the chair so that he was now sitting up straight, one leg tucked under the other. He began to look more and more like some frustrated animal as he eyes darted back and forth between Stephan and me.

"Why did you feel the need to crash Bonnie Olmstead's party? You had already stolen the drug from the Clinic. Why take the risk?"

"Why do you think a man returns to the scene of the crime?" he said. "I was curious."

"You had no intentions of hurting Dr. Swensen?"

"No, man, too many people around. I just wanted to have a good time at Olmstead's expense and maybe cause a little trouble."

"It seems you did just that. But you were discovered weren't you?"

"Yeah," he said, his face growing dark. "And this...this woman," he said pointing to me, "she and her friends put me through hell all over again."

"Mr. Olmstead told everybody that he had hired you to commit the robbery, didn't he?"

"That stupid gringo. He opened up his big mouth because he was afraid of his wife."

"And what happened after that?"

"His wife forced me to have sex with him and some midget, and then she shot me and the little man out of a cannon! Can you imagine that? Shooting me out of a cannon?" He glared at Bonnie. "And don't think I have forgotten, you crazy bitch!"

"Watch your language Mr. Hernandez," the judge warned. "If you continue this way I'll have you removed."

Bonnie gave Luis her best 'fuck you' face and chuckled.

"You were trespassing on their property Mr. Hernandez. You're lucky you weren't shot."

Luis grunted and looked out toward the audience. He began moving his right leg back and forth quickly, in a restless motion.

"Did you have any hand in burning down the Clinic?" Stephan asked.

"Objection your honor!" Gustafson broke in. "The question has no relevance to the present case."

"It's a proven fact that Mr. Hernandez has ties to the local drug gangs in this city, your honor," Stephan said. "These gangs have been implicated as possible suspects. I think it's a reasonable question."

"Objection overruled," the judge said. "Please answer the question Mr. Hernandez."

Luis took his time answering, but when he did he looked Stephan in the eye and smiled faintly.

"No," he said.

"Do you know who might have done it?"

"I don't know, maybe a rival gang."

"What rival gang?"

"I don't know man. There's lot of gangs around. Could be any one of them."

"But your cozy little group is the most powerful gang in town. Nothing escapes your notice I'm sure. Who did it Mr. Hernandez? Was it you?"

Luis said nothing.

"Was it you?" repeated Stephan, more forcefully this time.

The little man looked right past him and extended his upper body toward me. I noticed a discernible change in his overall attitude as if something within him was quietly exacerbating his more hostile and aggressive tendencies.

"Does it hurt you senorita? Does it hurt you to lose your little Clinic? I hope so. I hope that you, and all these stupid doctor friends of yours, are made to look like fools before the whole world. You degraded me, you humiliated me, and I am glad that your precious Clinic has been destroyed. I hope you and your drug both end up in hell!"

I was not prepared for his violent outburst, which the vengeful creature had felt compelled to bestow upon me. For a few moments I just sat there looking at him feeling a growing numbness in my limbs. 

"That's enough Mr. Hernandez!" the judge said angrily. "You will confine your comments to myself or to the counselors and act accordingly!"

Luis sneered at the judge. "I am tired of playing this game, man."

"You will act accordingly Mr. Hernandez!" the judge threatened again.

It was then that something within the little, downtrodden man snapped. With fists clenched and his eyes burning with a demonic glow, he turned on the judge.

"Look who's talking about acting accordingly? You call yourself a judge, but you are no judge. The only reason you are here is because that asshole Olmstead paid somebody off to put you in that seat!" 

Judge Carlsdotter' face turned completely white.

"That's enough! I will have you removed if you utter another word!"

"Remove me, I don't care. I have nothing to lose."

"I'll have you put in jail!"

"You're the one who should be in jail!" Luis screeched at the top of his lungs.

The little man had gone berserk. I didn't know what else could explain such a remarkable shift in temperament in so short a time.

"What the hell are you talking about Mr. Hernandez?" Gustafson suddenly broke in.

Luis looked at the man as if he were a piece of refuse. 

"You know what I'm talking about you arrogant bastard. You and all these other men in here like you. You are all guilty."

"Guilty of what?" Stephan asked.

"Not you," Luis replied. "These others."

He then began to indicate which men he was referring to by pointing out each one in turn. Starting with Judge Carlsdotter, he then singled out Lt. Endland, Sgt. Richter, Gustafson, Gustafson's associate, and several other prominent law enforcement officials. 

"What are they guilty of?" Stephan asked impatiently.

Lt. Endland suddenly stood up. "Watch what you say Luis."

"What's going on here?" Stephan asked looking from man to man. "Somebody care to tell me?"

"They are afraid to speak up Mr. Counselor because they are trying to protect themselves." Luis got up from his seat and waved an accusatory finger at Philip. "You know what I'm talking about don't you, you asshole?"

Philip stared at the man in the brown suit but said nothing.

"He is responsible Mr. Counselor; this pathetic excuse of a man who cannot even keep his whore of a wife under control. What do you think happened to all those missing tablets of EJAX-472? Do you think the police threw them all down the toilet? Do you think they do that with cocaine or crack?"

"We cut you a deal Luis," Endland said coldly. "Say another word and all bets are off."

"Fuck you and your deal," Luis spat. "I don't need your fucking deal!"

"Why are you doing this Hernandez?" Richter said, angrily. "Why did you have to open your big mouth?"

"Because you are just like me. You are all scum."

The judge had heard enough. "Bailiff! Have this man taken out!"

The bailiff and two other officers—one of them female—rushed Luis and with much difficulty pinned him to the floor. The woman officer managed to deliver several sharp kicks to Luis' balls until she and the other officer were temporarily forced aside by the crazed man's incessant thrashing. Endland and Richter moved in to take over. 

"Give him to me!" Endland said, reaching for the squirming man.

Luis put up quite a fight, and although there were now five officers grappling with him, they were hard pressed to subdue the wild little man. He kicked two of the officers in the shins, causing them to release their hold on him as they cried out in pain. He then punched the bailiff in the eye, sending him reeling forward into the bench. Only Endland and Richter managed to maintain their hold on him but even they were finding it hard to avoid his ever-flailing arms and hands.

"It's the judge!" Luis exclaimed as he struggled to break free of their grasp. "The cops too! They all have EJAX-472 inside of them!"

"Shut up you little runt or I'll break your god-damned neck!" Endland screamed.

"Let go of him now!" Stephan shouted to the two struggling officers as he tried unsuccessfully to tear them apart.

"Stay out of this Counselor," the judge said, rising from his seat. "Officers!"

Two more court officers suddenly came running up the aisle to help bring Luis under control, but just as they arrived, the little man broke free of his captors and jumped over the railing behind the witness stand, perching himself on a raised platform just behind the bench. The startled judge stepped back, his face aghast.

"Get the son of a bitch down from there!" he ordered.

Gustafson was cowering behind the far end of the bench, his face showing signs of extreme duress. His associate, a small wisp of a man, was crouching behind him. 

Stephan was pushed backward during the melee, his head impacting upon the edge of the table as he fell. All of us came rushing to his aid, but thankfully his injuries were minor.

"What the hell is happening to everybody?" he said, as a thin rivulet of blood trickled down from his forehead. "Have they all gone insane?"

I looked out into the audience and saw that some of the people were heading out the doors, but the more curious remained, eager to see how the fiasco was going to end. Everyone was standing now, some people were laughing, and others just looked on in silent horror at the strange courtroom antics taking place.

Luis was now safely ensconced high up in the window alcove that rested above the raised platform. Because his body was thin and wiry, he had little difficulty negotiating the awkward climb, effectively putting him out of the reach of his pursuers. He laughed at the officers' attempts to climb up after him, cajoling them and spitting upon them as they unsuccessfully tried to breach the distance from the floor to the window ledge. His face looked positively demonic as he began to curse them in both Spanish and English, not neglecting to send a barrage of verbal filth our way in the process. Somebody suggested a ladder be used to retrieve him.

"Go ahead you mother fuckers!" Luis shrieked at the officers below. "Go get a fucking ladder. And when you get up to the top I'm going to jump out the fucking window!"

"Will somebody get that asshole down from there?" said the bailiff, still holding a hand over his injured eye.

One of the officers ran out the rear door while the other men tried to talk Luis into coming down. He would have nothing to do with it.

"No fucking way you stupid gringos!" he said, looking down up them with fury in his eyes. "If I have to go to hell then I'm taking all of you with me!"

"What in God's name is he talking about?" Bonnie asked.

"Didn't you hear him?" Stephan replied, as we helped him to his feet. "The judge, Endland, Richter...all the cops have been taking EJAX-472. You can thank your husband for that."

Philip cursed under his breath. "It wasn't all my fault. Some of the drug was stolen from the Clinic when they made the raid."

"How do you know that?" I asked.

"I know because Endland himself told me," he replied. "They confiscated every ounce of it and they kept most of it for themselves."

"Do you know if they have actually taken the drug?"

"Are you kidding Christiana?" he replied, mocking my naiveté. "I'd say most of them have got about two weeks' worth of your shit in their bodies right now."

"I could kill you, Philip," Bonnie said icily.

Rebecca and I looked at each other and shook our heads. I had been noticing subtle shifts in the men's attitudes over the course of the hearing and I wondered why so many of them looked like their minds were often elsewhere. Little did I know until now that the drug's side effects were beginning to manifest themselves, seemingly all at once, in direct proportion to the rising tension level in the courtroom.

"We've got a problem here Chris," Rebecca said. "Take a good look at these guys. They're on an adrenalin rush."

It was true. I noticed that some of the officers were starting to move away from Luis, choosing to sit down and wait for the ladder to be brought in. One man kept rubbing his hands in a downward motion over his legs in the direction of his penis—a telltale sign. Endland, Richter, and the other men who had tried to bring Luis under control were breathing heavily, their faces showing signs of exhaustion. All of them were reaching down toward their genitals as the frenetic production of sperm was now taking place, and which would soon have them under its powerful influence. Meanwhile, Gustafson and his associate had resumed their seats at the table, but they were both clearly unsettled by the whole ordeal. Gustafson, in particular, seemed to be in a very fidgety mood.

My colleagues had made an attempt to approach me, but I waved them off, warning them of what was now about to take place. Barney and the other men looked on with trepidation, anticipating the event and knowing only too well what they, themselves, had felt and experienced not very long ago.

"I wish I had time to make more of the vaccine," I said with regret. "I would be able to help these men right now."

"Why sis?" Bonnie said. "What's going to happen?"

From far in the back of the courtroom a woman screamed. This was followed by more screaming and shouts of dismay. 

"Look Chris!" Rebecca said, tapping my arm hard.

I had been looking the wrong way. The source of the commotion was standing about thirty feet in front of me, high above the judge's bench.

Luis had undone his pants and had let them fall to his ankles. His underwear, now fully exposed, was quite inadequate to contain the massive cock—much more massive than I had remembered—whose upper half was sticking out in full display. With one motion he brought the underwear down and stood up, his cock bouncing up and down in a momentary show of muscular contraction, until it finally came to rest at a steep angle in front of him. From my vantage point I could not tell exactly how long his penis was, but it appeared to be an amazing two feet in length, its generous girth resting upon two massive grapefruit-sized orbs that hung at least a foot below the towering pillar of flesh. It brought a chorus of astonished comments from the crowd.

"Jesus," Rebecca exclaimed. "Do you see this Chris?" 

"I see it," I replied, completely taken aback. "But I can't believe it."

"The little fucker's even bigger than Craig!"

Despite my previous warnings, Michelle, Sheila, and Jennifer came running up toward us with Lynette and Maria following closely behind. The judge saw them but said nothing. All his concentration was now focused upon the crazed individual on the window ledge and the odd sensations he was beginning to experience in his lower body. Even as he stood behind the bench looking up at Luis, his hands were busy underneath his frock, his motions causing the robe to puff out in front of him several feet.

"I think this whole place is going to implode," I said to Michelle who was staring at Luis with her mouth open. 

"This if fucking wild," she said, her eyes fixed on the outrageous sight above her. "Does anybody have a camera?"

She meant it as a joke but Maria surprised her by pulling out a pocket camera from her purse.

"Make sure you get the money shot," she laughed as she hand the camera over to Michelle.

Jennifer was completely titillated by the sight of the enormous prick that was now being stoked hand over fist and hanging above our heads like a mini drawbridge.

"Notice doctors," she began enthusiastically, "that the scrotum is hanging much lower than anything we have previously seen. I would argue that this is due to an enormously exaggerated sperm count."

"More like an unprecedented sperm count," Sheila said.

"God, that damn thing is fucking huge!" Lynette remarked. "A fucking huge horse cock!"

By now Luis' hand was moving along at a leisurely pace as it traversed the long distance between base to crown. He stood with his legs wide apart and knees slightly bent, a fiercely determined expression on his face.

"I want all of you to know what I think of you!" he said, with mocking laughter. 

Stephan's reaction to all of this was one of utter amusement.

"So this is why everyone wants to get their hands on your drug?" he said to me. "Now I understand everything!"

Sergeant Richter suddenly fell to floor and began crawling down the aisle on all fours, much to the astonishment of Endland and the rest of us. 

"What the fuck are you doing Will?" shouted Endland after him.

The fallen man didn't respond, he simply rolled over onto his back and frantically struggled to remove his pants as if they had suddenly become too confining. He was not far from where Cheryl and Craig were sitting, and upon seeing his condition my assistant gave a startled cry.

"Oh my God!" she said, grabbing Craig's arm.

Rising up from between the legs of the stricken man, like a huge kielbasa stood on its end, was an impossibly long phallus, even longer than the two-foot aberration that was now being brought to orgasm above our heads. Richter's hand could barely circumnavigate the distance around its incredible girth, which seemed to pulse with a life of its own.

"It's a fucking epidemic!" Rebecca said, watching Richter's hands furiously stroke his huge pole.

"Why are these guys jerking off like this?" Bonnie exclaimed. 

Sheila looked puzzled. "It looks like some kind of sympathetic response to me."

I knew better. "No it isn't. They most likely all began taking the drug at around the same time. Isn't that right Philip?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Yeah, that's right."

"Of course," Bonnie said. "You gave all these men the drug on the same day, and that's when they started taking it."

"And now," I said, "the stress levels they are all experiencing have triggered the involuntary ejaculation response. Amazing."

Even as I finished my sentence, one of the schoolgirls who had not been chaperoned, suddenly let out a squeal.

"Oh, look Chris!" Michelle said pointing toward the girl.

To the young woman's right there was a youngish-looking court officer sitting on a chair jerking himself off. The people who had been sitting near him quickly fled the area but the girl only backed off a little, curiously watching him. Two of her counterparts crept us slowly behind the masturbating man and stood on either side of him, giggling at the funny sight. His penis seemed fairly normal to me, and I had to wonder if this wasn't merely an act of exhibitionism, with him taking advantage of a unique situation to manifest his fetish openly.

Some of the people in the crowd had now become so alarmed that they began to make a mass exodus out of the courtroom. The parents of the schoolgirls were the first to exit, pushing the girls ahead of them as they went. But, strangely enough, not all the girls wanted to leave. Bridget and Helga, and most of the girls who had betrayed John Cardelli, insisted on remaining, despite their parents' orders to leave. I think they found the sight of all these men masturbating themselves without restraint, as their own teacher had done only weeks earlier, highly entertaining. Once their parents had left, they were now once again free to exhibit their true libidinous natures without having to answer for their behavior to anyone.

As I began to look around me I saw more and more men drop their pants and attack their privates with a mindless passion. Lt. Endland was the first of these to fall victim to the overpoweringly pleasurable sensations he felt creeping all over his cock and balls, releasing his immense meat stick from his shorts with a vicious tug so that he could run his hands up and down his prick with delicious abandon. There, right in front of the judge, who, himself, had to combat the drug's irresistible stimulus, Endland stroked himself, heedless of his superior because his superior now had to confront his own failings in dealing with EJAX-472.




EJAX-472: Ch. 09



The judge stumbled out from behind the bench, his robe cast away and the bottom half of his body exposed to the audience. He looked down and cried out when he saw his own hand busily working itself rapidly up and down over the snaking behemoth that was his cock. This brought a huge round of howls and cheers from the St. Bridget's girls who had now found two other officers in a similar state sitting in the row in front of them next to another lone officer. The three men sat side by side concentrating on the task at hand, not caring that standing behind them, and on either side, were about a dozen wide-eyed females laughing and cheering them on.

I was astounded at the uncompromising brazenness of these girls, who, even when Ms. Stedman had ordered them to depart, laughed in her face and cursed her openly. The groups' leaders, Bridget and Helga, were now clearly running the show, and they delighted at seeing these otherwise intelligent and proper gentlemen make complete fools of themselves for their amusement. Even as the spectacle of Luis and the others loomed before us, Bridget and her stable of lustful vixens were conducting a show of their own, and for their own private pleasure.

"I can't seem to stop it!" said one of the three young officers, his hand flying up and down his cock while Helga leaned over the railing to observe him firsthand.

"Don't you have any shame?" she asked the officer.

"Huh?" he grunted, steadfastly applying himself to his work.

All three huge pricks were glistening with pre-cum, and the girls, knowing ejaculation was not far away, began to taunt them even more.

"Men are such pigs," she said, as she went from man to man, inspecting their individual technique.

Bridget laughed. "Look at this one," she said to Helga as she pointed to a lone masturbator who lay on the floor completely naked before them. "Some people have no respect for themselves."

It was as if the men didn't hear them. 

At one point Bridget made eye contact with her teacher, and for a moment John returned her gaze. But when she smiled seductively at him, he quickly turned his head aside, averting her intense stare. Ann saw this brief interchange take place and took her husband by the hand and led him near to where I was standing.

"That bitch is evil," Ann said. "I'll kill her if she looks at you that way again."

"Don't worry babe," he replied. "She no longer has any hold over me."

The scorned girl took her frustration out on the men around her, calling them weaklings and filthy jerkoffs. Her friends were delighted.

My colleagues and I stood totally aghast at the absurdity of the scenario taking place all around us. In addition to the judge, Endland, Richter, and Luis, there were roughly two dozen men who were now very close to orgasm. Their mutual moans of pleasure, like the sound of a herd of animals in heat, wafted up to the rafters and echoed throughout the great room. In almost every corner, and in various places within the room, someone was masturbating. Something had to be done.

"Craig!" I called to him. "I need you!"

He and Cheryl were staring out the window by their seat, but came running up to me, sidestepping Richter and a few others, when they heard me call.

"Cheryl," I said. "I want you to stay with me. Craig, you and Barney go outside and see if you can get the cops in here."

"Forget it," he said. The hall outside is empty. There's a big commotion going on outside in the street."

"You can see it from the window," Cheryl said. "That's where all the reporters are."

"I don't care what's going on out there," I replied. "Go get me some cops and hurry up! Get Barney and Adam and the others to help you."

As if to corroborate her statement, Luis just then let out an ear-piercing laugh. He had been looking out the window too.

"Hey, you mother fuckers!" he yelled. "Mr. Mayor is having an orgasm too! And in the middle of the street! Look! Look!"

He laughed like a madman as he continued to pull away at his cock.

"Forget about it," I said to Craig. "Just hurry up and go!"

He bounded out the rear door with Barney and Adam close behind.

Those of us that could, headed for the windows. Unable to open them, my friends and I stuck our faces into the glass and peered out at the throngs of people below. And there, before hundreds of shocked onlookers—the men and women of Stockholm—our beloved Mayor, and several other leading politicians, stood in a small circle surrounded by the city's inhabitants, their hands encircling their stiff organs and masturbating wildly.

"There! You see!" Luis cried. "See what you have done to us! Even the Mayor himself is made to look like a fucking freak! Ha! Ha!"

Oblivious to what was going on outside, Dr. Hagstrom was devoting her efforts to helping keep Richter as calm as possible, but her attempts were proving fruitless. She did manage to help seat him on a chair but she could not remove his hand from his cock, which was now nearing orgasm. All she could do was sit and watch.

"This is the wildest freak show I have ever seen," Stephan said. "I would have never believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself."

"I told you my drug was powerful," I replied. "I'm just sorry that I can't help these men."

"Better tell that to your friends," he replied, pointing to Jeffrey and Stuart.

Standing directly underneath Luis, the two men pleaded with him to come down, but the crazed man simply ignored them. The officer who was supposed to come back with the ladder never did, and it was nearly impossible for either of the men to retrieve Luis from his perch, though they tried several times.

"Come on Luis, come down! The doc's found a cure for us. Don't be an idiot!" Stuart said.

"Go away! Go away! Or you'll be sorry amigos!" 

He pointed his cock at them and they backed off somewhat, fearful that he might ejaculate at any time.

"Go fuck yourself asshole!" Jeffrey said to him as he and Stuart briskly walked away out of range of the deadly weapon.

Priscilla and Denise stood next to me as the men approached.

"He's out of his mind doc," Stuart said. "They all are."

"There's nothing we can do for them except let them cum," I said. "After that, they should be all right."

"I've never seen anything like this before," Denise said, looking out the window. "Look! He's cumming!"

As if on cue, the Mayor and his several associates each started to ejaculate, sending cloudy ribbons of white high up over the heads of the amazed crowd. Those nearest the onslaught got bathed in sperm, the rest of the crowd dispersed within seconds as the hail of cum rained down upon them. It was a remarkable sight that was caught on video by dozens of cameramen. 

"It's unbelievable," Priscilla remarked.

"Yeah," Jeffrey said, "but we kind of have some problems of our own. Look at this son of a bitch!"

Luis, had the dubious distinction of being the first to ejaculate. Having already gotten a head start, he was primed and ready to fire. Leering at the crowd below, he screamed once and began to unload a gigantic mass of white paste from deep within his oversized nuts.

"Fuck you doctor Swensen!" he cried. "Fuck all of you! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

On the last 'Fuck,' his penis reared back like a cannon, firing a multitudinous burst of white, creamy spunk that sailed out over our heads and into the back rows where a woman, dressed all in black and wearing a concealing black hat, looked up just in time to make contact with the slimy missile. It impacted upon the wide brim of her hat, with the greater portion of cum splashing directly into her face and the rest flying upwards to make contact with the wall behind her. It was the longest cumshot I had ever seen—an amazing forty feet—surpassing anything previously attempted during my studies.

The woman shrieked, and with an awkward stumbling motion she headed out the door. Her presence in the courtroom surprised me because I could not remember seeing her sitting there before, but I noticed that Dr. Hagstrom stood up and took notice of her departure with great concern. The girls of St. Bridget's were tickled with joy upon witnessing the spectacular cumshot, turning their head en masse to follow its errant trajectory, and laughing gleefully at the older woman's distress.

"More! More!" they cried, even as Luis was preparing to fulfill their demands.

Another creamy burst immediately followed, which didn't travel as far but managed to land in the seat directly in front of Bridget and Helga. Both girls squealed as the thick bolt of sperm hit the back of the chair and exploded into a mass of milky white drops that fell like a torrent around them. Their outstretched palms received the bulk of the sticky offering, but the remainder found its way onto their clothes and faces.

"Look at you!" Helga screamed at Bridget. "You're all covered in spunk!"

"You should take a look at yourself!" Bridger replied, using her sleeve to wipe the cum from her face.

Their companions were overcome with laughter, teasing both of them unmercifully as the two girls searched around them for anything to clean up the mess.

"He's like a jack rabbit," Michelle said. "Look at how fast his hands are going on that thing!"

Luis was firing off a succession of volleys now. With each upward pull on his cock, another stringy load sailed out before him, coating everything in its path with an abundance of white goo. The bench below him was covered in sperm and the judge himself had got hit several times as he tried to duck for cover. My friends and I stayed well off to Luis' right, avoiding most of the bombardment, but not everyone managed to escape being unscathed.

"He got me," Rebecca said, taking a tissue to her silky blonde hair. 

"He got me too," Bonnie snarled, looking down at the front of her skirt where a trail of sperm was visible. "That little fuck!"

Luis continued to cum for several more minutes, as the rest of us watched in complete amazement. I thought that his performance during the experiment was exemplary, but it was nothing compared to what I was witnessing now. Over and over, his prick continued to fire off salvo after salvo of hot cream, sometimes the ejaculations catapulting themselves over everyone and everything, landing somewhere in the back of the room. Other times, they took the form of extremely spirited, short bursts that he would direct toward his masturbating counterparts below. And each time one of his creamy missiles hit its target, he let out a joyous yelp to commemorate the event.

"This is astounding!" Jennifer said excitedly as she watched Luis' prick continue its assault on the courtroom. "Too bad we couldn't get this on tape!"

Just as she finished these prophetic words, the door to the courtroom burst open and a host of reporters, headed by Craig, Barney, and Adam, came flooding into the room. The awesome sight they were greeted with made them stop in their tracks for a moment as they surveyed the sperm-coated surroundings. Everywhere they looked there were traces of Luis' spunk, on the seats, on people's faces and clothing, and on the floor in front of them. Craig, Barney, and Adam, ran immediately over to me.

"Where the fuck are the police?" I asked them.

"They're all outside with the Mayor and they've got their hands full," Craig replied, breathing hard. "There's a riot going on out there!"

"It's really bad," Barney said. "Seems like your drug got in the hands of a lot more people than we thought. Lots of important people, if you know what I mean."

Adam looked frazzled. "Dr. Swensen, the whole town is out for blood. Some people are trying to break in here but the police barricades are holding them back. I think they're coming for you."

"Hey look Chris," Rebecca said, turning her head from the window. "They're carrying the Mayor away." She looked outside again. "He's still cumming!"

I looked out the window to see the Mayor being dragged off by an enraged group. Other masturbators were being assailed too, and the whole affair was quickly turning into one big, ugly mess. I watched with horror as a group of middle-aged women, who were sitting on a bench some distance from the fray, turned around suddenly to find themselves confronted with an elderly gentlemen who had released his prick from his trousers and was openly masturbating in front of them. The women screamed and ran away just as a massive stream of cum erupted from his cock. Several men quickly grabbed him and carried him away, his penis still ejaculating.

But immediately below was where the real activity was taking place. A massive wall of police had blockaded the entrance to the courthouse and reinforcements were now being sent in to keep the unruly mob at bay. A few rocks were thrown, one of them penetrating the glass where Luis was now putting the finishing touches on his grand performance. He fell forward slightly but managed to retain his balance.

"It's time for me to leave you now my friends!" the madman said as he buckled up his trousers and opened the window. 

"Get your cameras on him!" said one of the reporters.

In an instant, a barrage of men and women came forward, some with video cameras in hand, attempting to catch Luis' dangerous and less than graceful exit from the building. All around us cameras clicked and flashbulbs went off in a frenzied attempt to record the masturbatory mayhem. But it was Luis who now grabbed center attention.

Like a character out of some nineteenth-century romantic novel, he bowed to the astonished crowd and with a flourish propped one of his legs outside the open window onto the outside ledge. 

"I leave you to your fate good doctor!" he said smiling wickedly. "Adios!"

And with that he jumped. 

All of us cried out at the same time as we watched his body fall to the street below. Jeffrey and Stuart, who were standing next to a lower window followed the crazed man's descent.

"He's okay!" Jeffrey said. "He landed in the shrubs."

"Did you get that?" said one of the men to another man holding a video camera. "Well, did you?"

"I got it! I got it!" came the reply.

Stephan took my hand. "Are you okay Christiana? 

"I'm all right," I replied. "I just hope the police can keep those people out."

"Just stay close by, okay?" he said.

Gustafson had come out from behind the bench where he was hiding, his small-sized prick in his hands. He was kneeling next to his associate, who although afflicted with the same problem, seemed to be successfully fighting off its influence.

"Can't you do something about all this?" he said to me, his eyes welling with tears even as his hands plied away at his thin erection.

He could say very little; the drug overpowering him to the point where any concern other than releasing his pent-up sperm was secondary. 

"This is so embarrassing," said the associate as he tried to get Gustafson into a chair.

Several cameras moved in on the two men, catching every moment of their combined distress.

"Oh! Oh!" the judge suddenly roared.

Standing as he was on the edge of the platform, I couldn't see the lower half of his body because the bench was blocking my view. But I didn't have to wait long to discover the cause of his outburst. 

Seconds later, three long jets of sperm shot out from his cock, splashing into a group of reporters who had strayed too close in order to get a better view. The men and women fell back, their clothes drenched in a tidal wave of semen. One of the men's camera lenses got liberally coated with the slimy paste.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. "I'll never get this stuff out!" 

He was more annoyed at this than the fact that his expensive suit was now saturated with sperm.

"Over here! Over here!" someone shouted.

Several video cameras quickly rushed into action as the three officers, who had been sitting side by side in front of the St. Bridget's girls, were now ready to explode.

"Let's get a group shot!" said one woman holding a video camera. "Girls, if you please!"

The three men groaned all at once as the girls fell in behind them, grinning broadly as they leaned over to watch the imminent eruption of white.

Hands were a blur as the first in a series of long, creamy jets shot out of all three cocks at once, astonishing everyone, including me. Like three separate geysers spouting off simultaneously, the huge cocks let forth their combined loads—one jet rose and then fell as another took its place. Bridget commented favorably on the amount of cum ejaculated and her and Helga took bets on who was going to last the longest. The men themselves were breathing heavily and their faces were coated with sweat.

"Oh fuck!" the man in the middle said, as an exceptionally powerful burst shot up high into the air, a portion of his semen getting caught in the bangs of the brunette leaning over him. She laughed as she reached down toward his cock, letting more of the creamy ejaculate splash over her hands.

Not to be outdone, Bridget and Helga decided to reach over and masturbate the men in front of them, which resulted in an even more incredible display of aerial sperm acrobatics. Together the two girls provoked a dozen or more massive loads from their victims, they and their friends crying out with delight as their hands brought forth spurt after joyous spurt, the cum cascading up into the air and landing several rows in front of the dazzled audience. The excited camera people got it all on tape.

"Some people will do anything to get themselves on television," Rebecca remarked.

"I can't wait until their parents see it," I said.

It was now Richter's turn to add his creamy offering to the vast reservoir of sperm that was once the courtroom floor.

"Please," he begged Dr. Hagstrom, "jerk me off!"

She knelt beside him on the floor and obligingly grasped the incredibly long aberration in her hands.

"I will take care of it, do not worry Mr. Policeman," she said, as she ran her hands over his pole, marveling at the length of it.

With only a few intense tugs, his prick released a torrent of hot seed all over her hands. She watched the bulk of it shoot out onto the surrounding chairs and before he was done several minutes later, the furniture was dripping with his contribution.

From the corner of my eye I saw the back door open and through it walked the mysterious woman in black. Her hat no longer bore any traces of sperm but it effectively concealed her face from view. She glanced around furtively and then went to sit by herself in her previous spot. Dr. Hagstrom took notice of it.

"Do you know who that woman is?" I asked Rebecca.

She followed my gaze to the frail figure at the back of the room.

"I have no idea. I've never seen her before. Besides, who could tell with that hat on!"

Before I could think any more about her, Endland got down on his hands and knees and started braying like a mule. His hand was going up and down his cock with lightning speed and, as he started to erupt, a dozen flashbulbs went off in his face.

"Damn, that's nasty," Barney said, as the lieutenant cried out in agony. 

At the same time, Gustafson started to cum. Pointing his prick away from his bemused companion, he began to ejaculate all over himself and the table. The sight of this once self-assured man, now red-faced and displaying a great degree of embarrassment, made me laugh. Previously, smug and arrogant, he was now forced to humble himself before the appreciative crowd, who gave him a thunderous round of applause each time he sent another round of sperm sailing into the distance. This, too, was all captured on tape. His associate however, did not succumb to the drug's influence and managed to ride out the worst of it by sitting in his chair with his legs tightly clamped together. It appeared almost as if he were meditating. Whatever he was doing, it worked. His hands never touched his penis.




EJAX-472: Ch. 10



"Ah!" Dr. Hagstrom said, looking straight at Beechcroft. "The vulture finally comes flying out of the darkness to descend upon her helpless victim!"

The idea of any sound coming from the taciturn Dr. Hagstrom, who had been silent for so long, startled us all.

Beechcroft made no reply. She merely cocked her head further to one side as she focused one of her bird-like eyes upon her erstwhile accomplice.

"Yes, I am talking about you Millicent Beechcroft! You deceiver and betrayer! You are nothing more than a coward!"

Beechcroft stepped back a few paces away from Dr. Hagstrom, who was slowly coming closer with each step. I noticed a faint glimmer of fear in the woman's eyes as she sought protection from one of the officers.

"That's enough!" the judge said to Dr. Hagstrom. "Say what you have to say."

With a look of infinite regret, Dr. Hagstrom turned to me.

"Ah, my dear Christiana! You think that I have deceived you, but I tell you that it is not true! Do you hear that Michelle and you girls? I tell you it is not true! Your work is not destroyed. It is still safe and sound. Safe and sound!"

I stared at her in disbelief. "But you just admitted..."

"No, Christiana, no. Did you hear me say anything?"

It is true she had refused to answer all our inquiries. And even though all of us misconstrued her silence as an admission of guilt, we did not stop to think that it might have also been a ploy to outwit a fiend into confessing a far greater evil.

"Then...then are you saying that my research is all intact?"

"Yes, dear one! Anna has kept it all safe for you. I do this because I love you so much!"

I stood there for a moment contemplating her words. Just minutes before I had believed that all my work had perished in flames and deception. It was almost too much to hope for.

"This is wonderful news!" Stephan exclaimed. 

"I can hardly believe it," I said, feeling giddy. "But why didn't you say anything?"

Before she could answer, Beechcroft moved between us, her face livid with anger. 

"You told me you destroyed everything! And I was foolish enough to believe you! How could you do this to me?"

Dr. Hagstrom laughed in her face. "I did nothing to you, you stupid woman. Nothing but prevent you from hurting an innocent person!"

"I will tear out your eyes!" screamed Beechcroft, extending a bony hand.

Dr. Hagstrom moved to counter her antagonist but the two officers interceded, forcing the two belligerent women to stand at opposite sides of the room.

"Dr. Hagstrom," the judge said. "Would you care to enlighten us to what the hell is going on here?"

"Of course, your honor. Of course."

She turned to me.

"Christiana, I will not lie to you. I was involved with this woman's plans to defame you and steal your great work. In the beginning I was jealous of you because you accomplished something that I could never do. Something she could never do! But when I came to know you better, I grew to like you. Yes! I Anna Hagstrom grew to like you. And I do not like too many people!"

As she said this she gave Beechcroft a harsh look.

"She wanted to ruin you so that you would be forced to befriend me, and in this way she hoped you would divulge the missing genetic codes necessary to replicate the drug. But, when the judge dismissed the case, she had to ditch that whole plan. She was afraid that you would get too chummy with me and then she would be left out of the equation. So you see, she betrayed you and she betrayed me."

All eyes slowly turned on Beechcroft, who had now moved into the shadows of the late day sun. She looked like a wounded bird fluttering about, chased away by a far stronger opponent who would not allow her to savor her kill.

"You are a fool Anna," she said with a rasping voice. "A greater fool than you know. You will pay dearly for your treachery I promise you."

"I do not think it is I who will pay when I tell them what you did."

Beechcroft's body seemed to fold in on itself as she slithered backwards into the shadows.

"Ah, yes!" Dr. Hagstrom exclaimed. "Go hide in the dark. Better for us not to see your lying face!"

The woman in black retreated further still, her eyes never leaving her adversary.

Dr. Hagstrom turned to me. "What I tell you now is the truth. And I am ashamed because for a little while I was part of it. But she is the one responsible for burning down your Clinic. Yes, Christiana, it is true. She is the one who did it!"

This accusation, as incredible sounding as it was, did not shock me as it otherwise might have if I had not already experienced a chain of similarly horrible events during the past several days. Yet it was a most distressing feeling for me to believe that Beechcroft could hate me so profoundly—she, who had never really known the object of her hatred other than what she might have learned about me though secondary sources—that the only way she could appease her wrath was through violent means. But this was indeed the case with her. Over a great span of years the jealousy and rage she felt toward me had grown to such a degree that it demanded physical expression, and her madness had finally found a way to accomplish it.

"Is this true?" I asked her.

She vacillated for a moment as though trying to gauge my emotional state, as if even at this late stage of the game she might yet be able to manipulate me in order to suit her own selfish purposes.

"You and I can still be friends doctor...Christiana," she said haltingly. "You don't need these others. All you need is me. I am a great doctor just like you. The only difference is that the world never recognized my greatness. But now, through you, they will. Together you and I will become immortal!"

Bonnie guffawed. "Look lady," she said to Beechcroft. "You're not strung too tightly here okay? Just answer my sister's question."

Beechcroft, paying Bonnie no heed, continued as if she had not been interrupted.

"You don't know what it's like. Never having suffered defeat yourself, how could you? I made discoveries too; some of them quite wonderful; maybe even more wonderful than your precious drug. But my colleagues at Harvard, they downplayed my ideas. They told me that my tenets were unworkable. And the more I struggled to raise my voice, the more they shouted me down. Even after all these years, I can still hear their laughter. But now I have a chance to pay them back for their insolence and lack of vision. I have you! You and I will show them what true greatness is. Together, we will throw their arrogance right back in their faces! And it will be Swensen and Beechcroft who will be the ones to laugh!"

She ended this diatribe with a long cackle as she replaced her black hat on top of her head. The rest of us just stood there dumbfounded, waiting for the effect of her crazed words to dissipate. There was no doubt any longer about the woman's sanity. She had been corrupted by hatred, and all I was now seeing were the burnt remains of an intellect that had long ago been consumed in the fires of unfulfilled ambition.

"It was you, wasn't it? I asked her again, feeling both pity and contempt for the pathetic woman.

She cocked her head to one side and gave me a disconcerted look.

"I didn't want to do it, but you gave me no other choice," she said as if admonishing me. "You know that miserable piece of excrement? That little man you call Luis? Well, I paid his cousin Antonio to do it. 'Burn it down,' I told him. 'She won't need it anymore. She's coming with me to America!' And he did a very good job of it too. Don't you think?"

Without a word Bonnie lunged at Beechcroft, forcing both her hands around the terrified woman's throat. And she would have succeeded in strangling her had not the two officers intervened. It only took a few seconds for the powerful cop to pull Bonnie away from the woman, but as he did so, she thrust her foot into Beechcroft's stomach and she fell back into the chairs, clutching her throat.

At that moment we heard and felt a loud bang, as though something heavy had impacted with the outer wall. In a matter of seconds, several policemen came running through the door to the courtroom.

"Get out! Get out now!" one of the cops said. "They've broken through the cordon! We can't hold them any longer! Everybody get out!"

It was a mad dash for the service door as we fought one another like crazed animals in a stampeding herd. I could hear the sounds of the tumult occurring just outside the door, threatening to spill into the courtroom at any second. We had miscalculated. We had stayed too long thanks to one frightened woman who now watched our exit with eyes full of confusion and horror.

Some of the officers ordered the dazed Beechcroft to accompany us, but she looked uncertain of what to do. By the time she got to her feet those same officers were now employed in preventing the crowd from penetrating the area we now found ourselves in. It was a losing battle for the police. As the bulk of our party scrambled out the service door, several men broke through the line looking for someone, anyone, to take out their frustration upon.

"There she is!" one of them said, pointing at me.

We were still waiting for several people in front of us to get through the exit. I grabbed onto Stephan.

"Get behind me!" he said, shielding me with his body.

Acting swiftly, two cops brought both men down with their nightsticks before they ever got close to us. But two more men suddenly caught sight of the woman in black, now cowering in the shadows, and dashed toward her.

"Christiana!" she screamed. "Help me!"

Beechcroft looked like a terrified animal caught in a trap. And, as she did on that day when she had been chased down in the Clinic, she lost her senses and dashed up the small flight of stairs leading up to a tiny balcony overlooking the courtroom. On either side of the balcony were two tall windows that opened up onto the parking lot below. One of the windows was open. In her frenzy, she crouched down and stepped out onto the ledge. 

"Oh my God Stephan!" I said looking up at tiny figure in the window. "She's going to jump!"

Responding to her plea for help, I started to move toward her.

"No, doctor," Barney said suddenly coming up from behind us. "I'll go and get her. You two get the hell out of here!"

But it was too late. The crowd had now broken through and Barney had to run for his life. Bravely pushing Stefan and I ahead of him, he effectively fought off three attackers with one hand while he used the other to push me through the door. In that split second I looked up and saw the backs of two men kneeling by the window and then I heard a woman scream. The cowardly bird had fallen from her perch.





EJAX-472: Ch. 10



As for the man who helped saved not only my life, but that of my now current boyfriend, Stephan Ambrose, all I can say is 'thank God for Barney Cole!' I found out last week that he and his wife Janine had separated and that divorce papers are being drawn up. He told me that he loved her, but that her negativity was ruining their marriage. I, of course, was not the least bit surprised to hear this. He sounded a bit down when I spoke to him, but he cheered up a little when he told me that he was recently hired as a male stripper at one of Stockholm's more upscale adult clubs.

Although not a part of the original test study, Craig Lundquist has proven to be a marvelous friend. He and Cheryl send me e-mails every day and he stops at nothing to lavish praise upon me and my work every chance he gets. It was due to his unflinching courage and loyalty that a cure for the drug's debilitating side effects was developed, helping him and all the other men to resume a normal life. He is an exemplary individual.

I could not end this entry without remembering a woman who, although I could never consider her a friend, was nonetheless a victim of her own self-inflicted torment and is therefore deserving of my pity. In those last moments at the courthouse, when I was fleeing for my life before a crowd of hysterical men and women, I chanced to look up at the balcony window and saw a frightened woman trying to evade the clutches of two angry men by stepping out onto the window's ledge. I was to learn in the following morning's newspaper that the men had actually tried to help her, but she did not believe them and sought to escape by walking along the narrow concrete ledge that encircled the upper story. She didn't get far before she lost her footing and fell fifty feet to the ground below. On the way to the hospital she was pronounced dead; she had died from internal hemorrhaging. Her body was flown back to Cambridge, Massachusetts, where she was buried alongside her parents in the family crypt. Only her younger brother, his wife, and a few colleagues had attended her funeral.

Millicent Beechcroft will remain nothing more than a footnote in scientific history, but to me she will always occupy a special place in my mind. A reminder of what fate awaits those who desire without struggling, who dream without working, who live without loving. And in her final moments on this earth I like to think that when she stepped off that ledge, she was somehow mysteriously transfigured, and the crude, predatory creature she once had been had now turned into a beautiful, white dove that flew joyously into the golden light of the setting sun, undaunted and unconcerned as it looked down upon a world filled with human misery and folly, and was grateful to no longer be part of it.

 





EJAX-472: Ch. 10



"Ah, yes, so you should. She is a gorgeous woman."

I learned that the other two women's names were Felicia and Rosaria. Although I could not converse directly with either one of them, Julia happily acted as an interpreter, and it was soon revealed to me that these women were not only beautiful, but highly intelligent and savvy business people. If Forbes magazine had ever decided to do a swimsuit edition, these three would have certainly made the front cover.

Stephan and I shared a quick drink together before Bonnie came by and stole me away from him, demanding that there were other people for me to meet. 

"You'll have plenty of time to be with him later," she said. "He's planning on staying for a few weeks."

"I know. He told me," I said, reluctantly letting go of his hand.

As we walked from room to room I noticed very quickly that there were far more women than men. In fact, I did not notice any other males outside of Philip, Stephan, Craig, and Barney. Carlo, and the other two male servants, did not count, as they were there to serve, not to participate. Most of these women were friends and business acquaintances of Bonnie's, some of whom I knew. When I asked her why there weren't any more men, she winked at me and said that it was "girls night out," and left it at that.

During the course of the next hour, she had introduced me to roughly a little over one hundred women, varying in ages from eighteen to seventy, and representing a motley assortment of ethnicities. One woman, however, made an indelible impression upon me. Her name was Phoebe Anjou, a beautiful, blonde American businesswoman who had married a French duke and who now made her home in a castle on the outskirts of Paris. Beyond the fact that she was beautiful, she possessed a very keen mind and a commanding presence; being dressed in a white sheet serving to heighten her allure rather than detract from it. Her daughter, Angelique, was a spin-off of her mother, and every bit as forthright, if not more so. At eighteen, she was a force to be reckoned with.

"Don't be taken in by that nobility crap," the girl told me, making sure her mother was out of earshot. "My mom's family is originally from Los Angeles. You know, typical upper middle class."

"She seems to have done very well for herself," I said.

"My dad's a real duke. She met him in Paris and that's where they fell in love. Pretty romantic huh?"

"I would say so."

She looked at me for a moment, pondering what to say.

"You know, maybe you could come visit us sometime. My mom's always throwing parties and stuff. She's a pretty important person you know."

"I'm sure she is," I replied. "I'll think about it. Thanks for the invitation."

I actually got to talk to Phoebe, as she insisted I call her, not long afterward. I found her unassuming and a pleasant conversationalist, although there were times I could have pictured her in a latex suit brandishing a whip.

"Yes, my daughter is very much like me," she began, laughing. "The two of us like to control things—our businesses, our relationships...our men. But then again, I hear you do too."

I was a bit put off by her insinuation.

"I've been called a control freak by some," I admitted, reluctantly. "But that pertains to my work."

"You must be very proud of your achievements," she said.

"You know about my experiments?"

"Only from what Bonnie and Philip have told me," she replied. "Do you enjoy being in control?"

"In my professional life I have no choice," I answered. "But in my personal affairs, yes, I suppose I do. But sometimes it's nice to let others take the reins."

I could feel that she was testing the waters with me, as if trying to find some common ground upon which she could forge some kind of connection. The issue of control seemed to be of special concern to her.

"I don't know if Angelique told you," she began, "but I am quite involved in civic affairs back in my own country. My husband is an extremely powerful man and through him I have become involved in many philanthropic activities promoting social welfare. There is a society of women, mostly made up of people such as yourself—doctors, lawyers, social workers, celebrities, and many other people from various disciplines—who get together several times a year at my chateau to talk business and to enjoy themselves. I think you would find it most interesting."

"Your daughter did mention something about it. What exactly takes place at these meetings?"

"I would not call them 'meetings' as such," she answered. "They are more like social engagements, a fraternity of like-minded individuals who share common interests."

"I see. Has my sister ever attended one of your 'engagements'?"

"No, unfortunately. But I think you would enjoy it. We are having our next get together around the middle of September. If you would like to attend, let Bonnie know and I will forward all the information to her."

She took a sip of her drink and smiled.

I felt that behind her seemingly innocent invitation there was more, much more, she wasn't telling me. I searched her face for any sign of a clue, but she simply stared back at me, smiling complacently.

"Is there any particular reason you want me to come?" I asked bluntly.

"As I told you," she said evasively. "I think you would enjoy it."

I questioned Bonnie about Phoebe's invitation, but there was little she could tell me, having never been a part of the woman's secretive-sounding club. She did say, however, that Phoebe was well respected and much loved in her own country, having been behind the funding of many useful social services for the young and underprivileged. Intrigued as I was, I decided to learn more about this seemingly enigmatic and fascinating woman before making any commitment to attend her little 'get together'.

I spent the next few hours socializing with friends and guests, Stephan close by my side. Philip and Bonnie were the perfect hosts, making certain that my belated celebration wanted for nothing. The dinner they had prepared was a sumptuous repast, with a choice of several entrees and carefully chosen wines from their local vineyard. Everyone, it seemed, was having a splendid time.

When dinner was over, Bonnie ordered her servants to bring out my birthday cake. After enduring a mostly off-key rendition of "Happy Birthday," I was then allowed to open my gifts as we sat and had our dessert and espresso. I received many lovely and rather expensive gifts, but the one that made me most happy was the one bestowed upon me by Stephan. It was an architectural drawing—and artist's conception of my new Clinic, whose construction was now fully underway. His law firm had handled the negotiations for the project and, through his persistent efforts, succeeded in getting work on the structure begun months earlier than originally scheduled.

"I don't know what to say," I said to Stephan, as my eyes filled with tears.

He looked at me and smiled lovingly.

Rebecca, who was sitting to my immediate right, suddenly got up and took the picture from me and began passing it around.

"Here everybody, have a look," she said.

She then took my hand and offered me a napkin to wipe my eyes.

"What my dear friend means to say is that she thinks all of us are simply wonderful and she thanks everyone from the bottom of her heart. Right sweetie?"

"Right sweetie," I replied between sobs.

"A toast!" Bonnie said, raising her glass, to which everyone else joined in. "To my little sister. The most beautiful woman I know."

"Here's to you beautiful!" Stephan added.

After all the remnants of dinner had been removed, Bonnie made an announcement.

"Okay," she began, "the servants have been discharged for the night and the fun is now about to begin. Let's move this whole thing out onto the veranda everybody. It's time to party!"

Everybody made a mass exodus for the doors that led out onto the tiled portico, which was now festooned with all sorts of birthday favors and decorations. Rows of colored floodlights provided an intense but harsh illumination as the sound of disco music came blaring through the loud speakers. Dozens of tables and chairs had been set up on the borders of the dance area making the whole portico look like a nightclub. In a matter of seconds the entire group of celebrants poured out onto the veranda and began dancing to the music.

"Aren't you going to dance?" asked Angelique, who had appeared suddenly from behind the colonnade.

"I'm not much of a dancer," I said.

"But it's your birthday," she replied, taking my hand in hers. "Come on Christiana. Don't be shy."

She began to pull me toward the dance floor, but I gently pulled my hand away.

"Maybe later," I said, a bit unnerved by the girl's boldness.

"Okay," she said, seemingly unconcerned.

I watched her as she ran into the crowd, disappearing into the mass of gyrating bodies.

"She's a lot like her mother. Always has to have things her way."

Philip took a sip of wine and looked out over the sea of bobbing heads. He seemed quite inebriated. 

"Better sit down or you'll fall down," I advised him.

"Don't worry about me dear sister," he replied, briefly losing his footing. "I have to leave you now. I have to get ready for my big entrance."

"What are you talking about?"

"Can't tell you that. Oh no. Bonnie would have my head."

"Another one of her extravaganzas?" I said with some misgivings.

"What did you expect? It's your birthday!"

He turned to leave.

"Philip, what do you know about Phoebe Anjou?"

He chuckled at the mention of her name.

"Let's put it this way," he said. "She uses men like she uses toilet paper. Does that tell you enough?"

He didn't wait for me to reply as I watched him stumble back into the house. I wondered under what set of circumstances he had been led to that conclusion. From what Bonnie had told me, she was a kind, though controlling, benefactress. But his perception of her was a distinctly negative one. I could only surmise that the truth lay somewhere between the two extremes.

From behind me I heard the sound of laughter. I turned around to find Maria, Michelle, Cheryl, Lynette, and Rebecca headed toward the dance floor.

"Better watch out, Chris," Michelle said. "Bonnie's got something planned for you."

"There's nothing she can do that would surprise me."

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that!" Lynette replied.

All of them laughed.

"Have any of you seen Stephan?" I asked.

"He's with Craig and the rest of the guys," Cheryl replied.

"Well, what are they doing?"

"Getting ready for the show, what else?" Maria answered.

"What show?" I asked as they sauntered off onto the dance floor.

Rebecca answered me by waving one of her special tubes of lipstick in the air. 

"Gonna be a whole lot of shakin' goin' on tonight, Chris!" she said, laughing.

They were all drunk and I had barely consumed a half glass of wine. I suddenly felt like a stranger at my own party.

I went back into the house to find Bonnie talking excitedly with Sheila and Jennifer.

"She's going to love it. Trust me," she said to the two women.

"What am I going to love?" I asked her.

"Hey!" she said. "You're not supposed to be here. Now get out there and start having some fun."

"Oh, please Bonnie. You don't have to do this."

"Do what? Did Philip open his big mouth?"

"He doesn't have to say anything. I know you."

Sheila looked at me and frowned. "And you were doing so well up to now," she said, with a disappointed look. 

"It's not that I don't appreciate it," I said. "It's just that I kind of wanted to spend some time with Stephan...alone."

"You're going to have a chance to see plenty of him right now," Jennifer said coyly.

"I don't like the sound of that." I turned to Bonnie. "We're not going to celebrate with another three-ring circus now are we?"

"Look, sis," Bonnie said. "He's the one who volunteered to do this so please don't give me a hard time. You're going to spend two whole weeks with the man, so what the hell are you complaining about?"

"Okay, fine," I said. "But there better not be a midget or a cannon in sight."

As I left I heard Bonnie say, "I love her but sometimes she can be so...I don't know...prissy!"

Okay, so maybe I was a little 'prissy,' as she said. Maybe if I had more of a penchant for alcohol, like most of them did, I would be less prissy. The truth of the matter was that I really didn't want to be a part of another one of Bonnie's mega productions. Her birthday party had been eventful enough, and somewhere in the back of my mind I had harbored thoughts that this celebration may conceal unpleasant experiences that, like hers, were just waiting for the right moment to be revealed. I was especially concerned with how Stephan would react to my sister's tendencies toward lasciviousness. He was, after all, quite modest, and I feared that she might have talked him into doing something he would have preferred not to do, but did anyway to please me.  

I sat outside on the veranda watching the people dance but not feeling inclined to do so myself. My friends came over to me at intervals, trying to persuade me to join them on the dance floor, but I declined them every time. At last, after a whole half hour had passed, Rebecca came over and sat down next to me. I could tell she was concerned as well as annoyed.

"Here you are, sitting by yourself with that sad look on your face, and everyone thinks you're having a miserable time, including me," she said firmly. "Now what the hell is troubling you Chris? This is your birthday party for Christ's sake!"

"I'm sorry Rebecca," I replied. "I know you don't think I'm happy, but I am, really. I'm just...overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed by what?"

I sat quietly for a few moments staring into my soda.

"Don't tell me. It's Stephan isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Well what's the problem Chris? You love him? You don't love him? What?"

"It's just that I've never had a man love me the way he does. It's such a powerful love. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to lose myself in it."

She laughed. "So that's it! You're afraid of joining the rest of us mere mortals when we, through no conscious effort of our own, dare to put our hearts on the line and love somebody unconditionally. You're afraid of losing your precious control."

"I suppose I am."

"Well, I only have one word of advice for you Chris: lose it! Lose control! You're living in one of the most romantic spots in the whole world. All you have to do is let go, and let this place work its magic on you."

"I have felt its magic Rebecca. I have felt it. Believe me. And that's what's so scary about it. It's beautiful and scary at the same time."

"Of course it is, Chris!" she said. "All of life is beautiful and scary. And love is the most beautiful and scariest thing of all. Whenever you really love somebody, it's like putting all your cards on the table. You're saying to that person, 'Here I am, no tricks.' And if that person really loves you back, then you win. If not, then you deal another hand. But if you refuse to deal, then you're not playing in the game of life at all. Don't be one of those people."

As she finished her speech, she placed her hand over mine and stared at me with her intense blue eyes. She might have been a little drunk but her intent was clear. 

"Do you remember that night when I kissed you?" I said.

"Yes," she replied.

"I never told you this, but I enjoyed it."

"I know," she said, caressing my hand. "Come on. Let's get up and dance."

Sometimes people are their own worst enemies. And this was no less true than in my own case. Capri had been a liberating experience for me, for I had allowed myself to open my heart and mind to its enchanting influence. But falling in love meant surrendering part of yourself to another living being: the individual identity coalescing and losing itself within the greater whole. And this fear of losing is what Rebecca had so astutely recognized. She saw that I was standing in my own way. 

For years, she and Bonnie, and most of my other friends, had tried in vain to get me to come out of my shell. But my work always came first, most often to the detriment of my social life. During the entire seven years in which I toiled day after day to create EJAX-472, I had enjoyed no real relationships, forgoing these things in favor of the vision I slavishly sought to bring to reality even at the cost of my own personal happiness. But now I was beginning to undergo a radical shift in my thinking about the way in which I had chosen to live my life. 

As I danced with Rebecca in my arms, our bare feet flying over the cool tiles of the portico, I tilted my head back and allowed her to take me by my wrists and whirl me around and around, faster and faster, until the floodlights and hanging lanterns became a blurry mass of dazzling colors that swirled around my head with such dizzying intensity that I became lost in the blazing conflagration of light. And, as I abandoned myself to the intoxicating rhythms of the music and the heady night air, I began to experience a gradual melting away of the nameless terror under whose shadow I had lived for so long. Watching the faces of my friends as they laughed and danced about me, clapping their hands and urging me on as I now danced without any partner at all, I finally realized that my love for Stephan did not mean that my own identity and sense of purpose had to be compromised. But rather that by joining together, we would create something even far more magical and profound than anything I could ever hope to envision in the sterile laboratory which had become my heart. And when the music finally came to an end, and a startled Rebecca and my other friends struggled to pick me up off the floor, drenched in sweat and overcome with joy, I knew that the person who strangely resembled me, whom I recognized as my enemy, would have no dominion over me any longer. Because the next time I saw that person coming, I would step out of the way.

"Oh, my God, look at you!" Michelle said, delighted to find me in such a bedeviled state. "Are you drunk?"

I was laughing so hard I couldn't even reply. And then suddenly, I saw my sister Bonnie looking down upon me from above, her face twisted into a puzzled grin.

"What the fuck are you doing sis?" she said as if admonishing a child.

"I'm sitting here on the floor on my ass!" I replied, with images still swimming before my eyes.

"I can see that!" Bonnie said, as she grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "You're really something." She reached for a chair. "Here, sit down."

At this point, several of my friends had gathered around me, curious as to why I was behaving in such an unusual manner.

"She doesn't look drunk to me," Sheila said, as she looked me in the eye.

"No Sheila, I'm not," I replied, in a giddy voice.

"Then what is it?' Bonnie demanded to know. "Why are you acting so crazy?"

I thought it funny for my sister to ask me such as question: she, herself, epitomizing the sexually debauched wild woman of her own recent birthday celebration.

"If you want to blame anybody," I said, pointing at Rebecca. "Blame her."

"What the hell are you talking about Chris?" Rebecca said, as all eyes focused on her.

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," I replied. "That little speech you gave me. It woke me up. You made me realize that I've been living in a box. And I don't want to live in a box anymore Bonnie. I want to be like the rest of you. I want to be just as loose and carefree and crazy as you are. Is that so hard to understand?"

My sister's gaze fell upon the crowd and then upon me.

"Sure sis, sure," she said looking concerned. "Whatever you want. But you know, we kind of like you just the way you are."




EJAX-472: Ch. 10



"You do?"

"Yes, we do. But if you want to act like a nut cake, please go right ahead. It's your birthday, you can do anything you want."

I thought about what she said for a moment and then made a decision.

"You know you're right. It is my birthday...well, two weeks late, but still, it's my party, and I'm going to act just like the rest of you drunken fools. Somebody give me a drink!"

Several martinis later and I was feeling on top of the world, or to put it more precisely, I felt like the world was on top of me. But this feeling soon passed as I continued to imbibe the delicious concoction, that is, until Bonnie intervened.

"That's it sis," she said, pulling the third drink out of my hands. "Any more and you'll miss your party."

Even in my semi-inebriated state, I knew she was right. I was not used to drinking, and I knew if I continued I would not make it through the night.

"Okay, sweetie pie," I said, my tongue feeling a little thick in my mouth. "So tell me, what have you got planned?"

"Well, I can tell you this much. Barney and the boys are providing the entertainment tonight. They cooked something up when they were on the plane." "What did they cook up?"

"I don't know. They didn't tell me."

"Are you sure?" I said, gently prodding her.

"Of course I'm sure. And even if I did, I wouldn't tell you because it's supposed to be a surprise." Just then Carlo appeared.

"We are ready now Ms. Olmstead."

"Thank you Carlo," she said. "Tell them to begin."

Leaving me seated where I was, Bonnie walked over to the far end of the portico where a small riser, about one foot in height, had been placed. Directly behind this makeshift stage was a stairway leading down into the servant's quarters toward where Carlo was now headed. A microphone had been placed center stage and Bonnie took the instrument in hand as she addressed the crowd.

"Ladies!" she yelled. "Are you having a good time tonight?"

She was greeted with a deafening roar of applause and cheers.

"That's what I like to hear!" she said. "Now I want all you to take your seats because we are going to have a special performance in honor of Christiana's birthday!"

There was another round of applause.

"Are you going to strip for us Bonnie?" Michelle asked, raising her glass in a mock toast.

"You wish!" Bonnie replied.

"Come on," Jennifer said, slowing inching her way to the nearest chair. "Everybody sit the fuck down!"

As I watched the crowd settle into their seats, Rebecca came toward me and grabbed my hand.

"You're sitting up front in the seat of honor," she said, pulling me out of my chair. 

She dragged me to a table that stood about six feet from the center of the riser. Maria, Cheryl, and Lynette, all of whom were quite drunk, had already seated themselves. Before I could say anything to them, Rebecca pushed me into one of the three remaining empty seats and took a seat to my left. The vacant chair on my right was reserved for Bonnie. 

At the table on my left sat Michelle, Jennifer, and Sheila with several other women I didn't know. To my right were the three lovely Italian businesswomen: Julia, Felicia, and Rosaria, each one looking deliciously exotic as they sat there with their long legs crossed sipping Chianti. At the same table sat Phoebe Anjou and her daughter Angelique. Both of them smiled politely at me. I noticed that neither of them had touched a drink all night.

Most of the tables surrounding us were filled with anywhere from six to ten women, most of them tipsy from having consumed too much alcohol. When Bonnie saw that everyone was now seated she introduced the act.

"And now ladies," she began, "I give you "Big Barney and his All-Star Revue!"

As the loudspeakers began playing a famous disco song from the 1970s, Bonnie jumped off the stage to join us.

"This better be good," she said to everyone as we waited to see what was going to happen. 

For a few moments the music played with no sign of Barney. Then I heard Julia exclaim something in Italian and we all looked in her direction. She was pointing to the stage.

"Here they come!" she shouted excitedly.

Everyone stood up at the same time. 

"It's Barney!" Lynette screamed. "Look at that gorgeous man!"

He did indeed look gorgeous. Dressed in a modified version of his toga, the cloth on the arms and legs having been cut away to reveal his powerfully muscular limbs, he came dancing up the stairs and onto the stage as he sang along with the song, moving every bit as gracefully as a ballet dancer. Behind him, and dressed in similar attire, were Craig, Philip, and—to my utter astonishment—Stephan, looking somewhat self-conscious and shy as he fell into line with the others on the stage. 

To the delight of the crowd all four men began to dance in step, as if the entire act had been pre-rehearsed. I was to find out later that Barney had borrowed some of his routines from his popular male strip show and had taught the three other men some of his less intricate moves. It gave an otherwise amateur performance a surprisingly professional touch and the audience loved it.

"Doctor Swensen," Cheryl said leaning toward me. "What do you think of Stephan?"

"I didn't know lawyers could dance!" I laughed, as I watched my boyfriend keep his eyes glued on Barney.

"I told you that you'd be seeing a lot more of him," Jennifer said, shouting over the din.

I had to admit that the men performed admirably. Barney was, by far, the most gifted dancer, but Craig was not far behind. His lean and boyish body moved in a more sensuous way than any of the others, and this was not wasted on Cheryl.

"Oh, baby, do me! Do me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Philip seemed to hold his own, periodically sneaking a glance at his wife, who was taking in his performance with a big grin. Towards the end of a particular tricky movement, which he maneuvered with great skill, she got to her feet to applaud.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out later you handsome stud!" she cried.

This made everyone at our table break out into gales of laughter.

Maria was thoroughly enjoying herself. At one point I caught her reaching down between her legs to stroke her tender mound as Barney thrust his groin in her face. She laughed at his sudden ploy, but I could tell she was extremely turned on. For a split second I wondered what it would be like to have my face buried in the junction between her lovely thighs. Rebecca caught me looking at her and quickly whispered in my ear.

"Anytime you want to give it at a try," she said, her hot breath tickling my ear.

I didn't know how to respond, as the impulse came and went so fast that it startled me.

I had to remember that all my friends were drunk, as I nigh well was, and whatever sexual feelings we were experiencing toward each other could not be taken seriously. Why I felt this sudden lesbian desire toward Maria I could not explain. I could only surmise that it was the effect of the alcohol that had distorted my thinking. Rebecca, ever on the prowl for a good lesbian fuck, saw my untoward interest in Maria as an open invitation that she would have loved to have capitalized on, but my recent willingness to dispense with my sexual inhibitions was still a problematical issue to some degree, and I just wasn't sure if I wanted it to include making love to another woman.

As the first song came to a close, the women gave the amateur dance troupe a standing ovation. I found myself cheering right along with them, singling out Stephan for special attention. He smiled at me and threw me a kiss as the next song began. It was a very sexy mid-tempo disco song that brought all four men off the stage and straight over to me. Without any explanation or warning, Stephan picked me up in his arms and carried me to the stage where he and the other men began to rub themselves up against my body in a lewd display of passion. The audience went wild.

For the entire duration of the song I was groped, fondled, and teased by the four men who would often rub their genitals up against my buttocks in a mock attempt to fuck me. My friends were beside themselves with laughter at my surprised and often shocked reactions until I decided to turn the tables and started acting like the aggressor. I got so turned on from all the attention that I stuck my hand down Stephan's toga and played with his cock, driving him wild. By the time the dance had ended, I left him standing there with his cock fully erect and visible to everyone. 

"Take if off!" Jennifer screamed at Stephan as I sat back down. "Let's see it!"

This command was taken up by the entire audience as the next song began playing. Barney wasted no time in giving the women what they wanted. He instructed the other three men what to do and suddenly the four of them began to strip off their togas in time to the music. It was a very deliberate and sexy strip, calculated to produce the most thrill for the effort. One by one, the clothes came off, revealing the tasty, delectable fruit underneath. By the time the song was halfway finished, all four men were standing completing naked on the stage, gyrating their hips so that their cocks swung to and fro with a life of their own. Although not as well endowed as Barney, Craig, or Philip, Stephan's penis was no less impressive for its thickness and attractiveness. 

Concluding the entertainment with a set of marvelously rendered steps, the four men took their bows to the ecstatic applause of the crowd and made a graceful exit down the stairs.

"You should have seen yourself!" Sheila said to me, still clapping. "Miss prim and proper!"

"She was great," Rebecca answered. "Handled it like a pro!"

"Stephan's got quite a package," Jennifer laughed. "At least you know you're not getting short-changed!"

"My man's got the biggest package of them all!" Lynette observed.

"Oh, so it's your man, now huh?" Maria said.

"That's right girl. He's through with that other bitch."

"Yeah, she was a downer."

"Well, I still think Craig's got the nicest piece of equipment," Cheryl remarked.

"Of course you do," Michelle said. "You're in love."

Bonnie just sat there looking amused. 

Once the applause had died down it seemed as though the night's entertainment had concluded. For a few minutes the women sat talking amongst themselves, waiting for some indication as to what they might next expect to see. Bonnie made no move toward the stage, but sat contentedly in her seat sipping on her drink. Then the lights dimmed, and suddenly through the loudspeakers the strains of some exotic, ethereal music began to play. The plaintive song was played on a lyre, and several other ancient instruments of antiquity, often used as a backdrop to many Roman-period Hollywood films, the notes reverberating throughout the villa in low, subdued tones, adding a distinctly classical flavor to the atmosphere. The girls and I looked at each other questioningly, but Bonnie sat unperturbed, as if she knew something we didn't.

"Okay, what's up Bonnie?" Michelle asked finally.

"You'll see," was all she would say.

I looked over at Phoebe and her daughter. They were speaking in low, hushed voices with Julia, but they seemed to know no more about what was going to happen than anyone else. An air of expectancy now came over everyone as we waited anxiously for something to happen. And then, when the tension had reached a point where it had almost become unbearable, the first in a line of twenty of more young girls, all dressed in beautiful flowing gowns and all singularly lovely, made their way up the stairway carrying large wooden bowls filled with roses, which they tossed down onto the floor of the portico as they passed. The procession circumvented the entire area, the girls often stopping to place a flower in someone's hair, or to entertain a group of women with a makeshift little dance. I was amazed to see that most of these girls were quite young, probably around eighteen or nineteen years of age, and I wondered what their role in this fanciful production they would ultimately play. I made a comment to Bonnie about it, but she only smiled and said nothing.

The parade of flower bearers finally culminated when they reached the middle area of the portico and, in unison, they deposited the remaining roses in a heap on the floor in front of them. One of the girls, a very pretty dark-eyed girl with flowing black hair, walked toward the center of the flowery tribute and genuflected before the audience, who were now quietly anticipating her words.

"All blessings of the god Apollo be upon you fair women of Rome," she began. "Tonight we pay honor to the one the god has chosen to be his escort."

Without another word, several of the girls came toward me and asked me to follow them. With assurances and encouragement from everyone around me, I rose from my seat and, taking me by the hand, they led me to the bed of roses. I stood there within the circle of girls, my bare feet buried under the mass of sweet-smelling flowers, looking somewhat beguiled. And then, the same dark-haired girl spoke again.

"Happy birthday Christiana," she said. "Behold the god Apollo!"

From the stairway emerged an enclosed litter, carried upon the backs of four men. Immediately behind the litter followed Barney, Craig, Philip, and Stephan, dressed in their previous costumes and bearing cages of exotic looking birds. As the entourage approached the place where I was standing, the litter was lowered to the floor and out popped none other than Carlo, all dressed up in a flowing white toga with a crown of olive leaves adorning his head. The audience stood up, cheering wildly.

"I give you Apollo!" the girl yelled above the roar of the crowd.

With that, the handsome, young god took my hand in his and kissed it.

"Happy birthday dearest Christiana!" Carlo said. "May fortune forever smile upon you!"

As he said those words the doors to the cages were opened and out flew the birds, fluttering and squawking as they made their way heavenward. 

I thanked the god publicly for his graciousness and he then presented me with a golden tiara, which he carefully placed on my head amidst thunderous applause. He then escorted me back to my seat and returned to the girls, who slowly began to disrobe him.

As the last piece of clothing came off, we were treated to a sumptuous view. Carlo had a magnificent body; his tanned, muscular frame forming a perfect counterpoint to the more fair-skinned maidens surrounding him. His penis was already erect and the girls wasted no time in rubbing his entire body down with perfumed lotion. A few of the girls removed their robes, revealing the beauty of their lithe, young bodies to the appreciative god, who began to caress their small, girlish breasts with rapturous delight. Their panties, however, remained on. 

The crowd was beginning to show its appreciation.

"Let's see some action!" Jennifer shouted from her seat.

"Give the god a blowjob!" some woman yelled from across the room.

In short order the entire audience was caught up in hurling lascivious remarks at the god and his devotees. As if in obedience to their will, the girls threw themselves at the bewildered but accommodating deity, letting their gentle ministrations overwhelm him.

"Let the games begin!" Maria cried.

Carlo took one look at my drunken assistant and beckoned her to come on stage. She looked around the table as if seeking permission until finally Rebecca and Cheryl insisted she get up. Acquiescing to the demands of the god and his female acolytes, Maria rose up from her chair and walked over to them, looking a bit unsteady. Several of the girls took her by the hand and led her before Carlo, who was now enjoying the caresses of several of the girls at once. He kissed Maria on the mouth and she returned his kiss, fervently stroking his cock as the audience shouted their approval. They kissed passionately for several minutes until Maria, overcome with lust, removed her robe entirely, exposing her naked body to the crowd. 

When the god took in the sight of her gorgeous body with its cream-colored skin, he dropped to his knees and stuck his face in her crotch, his tongue seeking the sweet nectar that lay between the folds of her vagina. This brought the crowd to its feet.

"Lick her pussy you bastard!" shouted Angelique, who appeared that she might have taken part in the orgiastic display if her mother had not held her back.

Maria stood motionless, her legs spread wide apart, as the god continued his assault upon her womanhood. His tongue snaked out over and over again as it traveled back and forth from her pubes to her anus, resting occasionally on the soft, silky bud of her clitoris. Some of the girls were now using their own tongues to lick the delicate area between her ass cheeks, frequently fighting with each other in their attempt to get at her asshole and the area surrounding it.

As I watched her being fucked in this way, I recalled my own short-lived desire to perform the same function upon her myself, and I wondered why I had felt such feelings at all. What I realized as I continued to watch them was that Rebecca had awakened something within me several weeks ago when she and Cheryl had engaged in a threesome with Craig. I had kissed her that night, and it felt good. And now I wanted to try it on someone else, mostly out of curiosity, but mainly to see if I did have these lesbian tendencies within me. Maria had always possessed an earthy sensuality that I found appealing, and I supposed this was what drew me to her in the first place as a possible partner.

"He's got some tongue, let me tell you," Bonnie suddenly confessed.

Maria was close to orgasm; her moans filling the night sky. With Carlo's tongue now driving itself up inside her hot pussy with unrelenting fury, and the myriad other tongues licking and sucking on various pieces of her anatomy, the combined pleasure finally pushed her over the edge. To the sound of cheering, Maria started to cum.

"Fuck me Carlo!" she said, gripping his head between her hands. "Fuck my cunt hard!"

I had to admit that his technique was flawless. Throughout his performance his tongue never once left her body as it titillated the tasty mound of flesh comprising her vagina. At first gentle and teasing, his attack upon her grew steadily more passionate and intense, even as his own desire mounted. And now, just as she was beginning to surrender her creamy girl juice to the pleasure of his oral ministrations, he forced his tongue all the way up into her as far as it would go, using his hands to grip her buttocks as his face disappeared within her hairy bush.

"That's it! Yes! That's it mother fucker!" Maria screamed.

She drove her hot cunt into his face as she came, her entire body shaking violently. The raw power of the sexual act taking place not more than a few feet in front of me made me squirm with sudden desire.

"Oh, God," I moaned deep in my throat, as I clamped my legs together in sympathetic response.

No one paid any attention to my comment, as they were all, themselves, held spellbound by the wild scene. Her body convulsed several times as she rode the crest of her orgasm, and then finally it was over. The shaken woman was dressed and then escorted to our table by several girls as the applause washed over our heads.

"Maria, you were fucking awesome!" Cheryl commented, as she helped her friend into her chair.

All of us congratulated her on her fine performance, but her complete lack of inhibition made me jealous.

"How do you do that?" I asked her. "How do you just let yourself go in front of all these people?"

"A typical Christiana question," Bonnie joked.

"First of all," Maria said, "I'm drunk, okay. Second of all, I get off on having people watch me fuck. But you already know that don't you?"




EJAX-472: Ch. 10



She was right. I did know. But she misunderstood my intent. What I really wanted to know was how she managed to suppress her inhibitions. By what means was it achieved? The liquor didn't explain it because she would have participated even had she been sober. What exactly was it that made her do what she did? As I myself had always been the spectator and never the participant, I had no clue. But I was fast approaching the point where I no longer wished to remain in ignorance.

"Apollo wishes to bestow upon all of you his blessing," the dark-haired girl said. "Are you ready to receive it?"

The crowd roared their approval as several pairs of hands grasped his throbbing erection and began to masturbate him. The girls closed in around him now, some of them kneeling before him and sharing generous mouthfuls of the god's massive cock, while others playfully used their hands and tongues to stimulate other areas of his body. The loving treatment the girls were showing their beloved deity was driving him mad.

"Apollo invites all of you to partake in his sexual communion," the girl announced, even as her fist flew up and down over his huge pole. "Please join us. Don't be shy."

"I think we have a full blown Roman orgy on our hands here Chris," Rebecca said.

"It would certainly seem so," I replied.

"Well," she said, getting up. "See you later."

Before I could say anything, she was on her way toward the god, her hands already reaching out to grasp the breast of the nearest girl. In the next few minutes other women also got up from their seats and joined in the orgy. Maria followed Rebecca and then Cheryl and Lynette got up. A minute later Michelle and Jennifer also rose from their seats to take part in the wanton display of lust. 

"Come on guys," Jennifer said to Sheila, Bonnie, and I. "You only live once."

Sheila then rose to leave, leaving only Bonnie and me.

"I'm surprised you weren't the first one up there," I said.

She looked at me thoughtfully. "You know sis, I'm trying to be a little more discrete these days. Philip's ego is none too stable and I just don't want him to start feeling like I don't love him anymore."

"I guess you didn't tell him you had sex with Carlo?" I asked.

"Normally I would have, but now...he just can't handle it. However, you could do me a big favor."

"What's that?"

"I want you to make love to my husband," she said bluntly.

"Are you serious?" I asked, shocked by her request.

"Just a handjob, that's all. No fucking. And I want you to do it now and get it over with. You know he's nuts about you."

"Look Bonnie, I don't really mind doing it if it means that much to you, but what the hell is Stephan going to think? I don't want to jeopardize my relationship with him."

"You won't. He seems pretty open minded to me. And if he starts to get jealous, I'll take care of him."

"I don't want you screwing around with his head Bonnie."

"Just the one between his legs, that's all. I promise."

Despite myself, I had to laugh at her comment. As I looked out on the floor I saw a pile of bodies entwined together like a mass of swirling snakes, all trying to wring pleasure from one another. I noticed that Phoebe and her daughter had joined in the fray, looking like a pair of generals surveying a battlefield. I noticed that both of them enjoyed the voyeuristic, rather than the exhibitionistic, aspect of sex. 

The four men who had carried Carlo up the stairs were now engaged in sex with some of the women from the audience. Carlo, himself, was enjoying the lustful attention of several females at once.

Lynette was now locked in Barney's powerful embrace, and Cheryl and Craig were on the floor kissing passionately. At one point, Barney stepped back and did a little dance for Lynette, forcing his huge cock to bounce up and down.

"Oh, look at that thing go!" Lynette laughed. 

Her squeals of delight drew everyone's attention to Barney's animated penis.

"What do you think baby, huh?" he asked Lynette. "Biggest one in the house I'd say."

"You got that right!" she said, still laughing.

His little dance was not wasted on Phoebe and her daughter, who were both held spellbound by the enormous wagging tool.

Two of the young neophytes had cornered Stephan into a corner and were attempting to disrobe him. He struggled with them and let them go so far as to kiss him, but I noticed he did not take any of his clothing off, nor did he let them touch his penis. 

"See," Bonnie said. "Men just can't help themselves. And your boyfriend is no exception. He's putting up a good fight now, but in a few minutes they'll have him by the balls."

"And I'm supposed to just sit back and let it happen?"

"You can't change human nature."

"Maybe not. But why do I feel so jealous?"

"Because people in relationships tend to want to own one another. All of a sudden you're in love with someone and you think that gives you the right to treat him or her like private property. Look at Cheryl and Craig. You can't tell me that she hasn't already staked her claim on him. I doubt the poor guy will ever get his dick wet with another woman as long as she's in the picture."

I did notice that Cheryl had shown some resentment to any other women who took an interest in Craig, and she had soon become possessive of him. I think the days when she would casually share him with someone, as she did with Rebecca, were now over. Even now, as the two of them were fucking the daylights out of each other in full view of everyone else, they seemed to be in a world of their own, not allowing anyone to be part of their crazed union.

"I guarantee you ten to one that he shoots off inside her," Bonnie said.

"How do you know that?"

"A possessive woman doesn't like to share her lover's sperm with anyone else," she stated with assurance. "We're not going to see a drop."

A curious observation I thought, but maybe she did have a point after all. Sexual freedom, as I well knew, was one of the greatest freedoms of all, and although she and Philip had been swingers for years, there was no doubt that they loved one another. To continue to feel a sense of loyalty and trust toward a spouse who could simultaneously engage in sex with others took an incredible degree of self-esteem, and unselfish love. But Bonnie and Philip had achieved it. I had never met two people more in love or more willing to sacrifice their own personal happiness for the sake of the other. Their recent tribulations had proven this many times over. Even on the day after her birthday party when she had admitted to me and the other girls that she had thought of divorcing Philip in light of the EJAX-472 scandal, I knew that she was saying it out of hurt and disappointment, not from any real desire to leave him.

"Okay, Bonnie," I said, rising from my chair. "I'll do it, but only this once. Don't ever ask it of me again."

"Thanks sis," she replied. "You're a doll. Go and make him feel good."

I found Philip sitting by himself next to Julia, Felicia, and Rosaria, watching them take turns eating each other out. They seemed oblivious to his presence. When he saw me approach, his eyes lit up.

"You know even with that gown on," he began, "you can tell you've got some fucking gorgeous body underneath."

I chuckled. "You never made a point of hiding that fact from me—or your wife."

"Did she send you over here?"

I was surprised by his insight. "Why do you ask?"

"I know Bonnie very well. She probably wants you to cheer me up."

"Actually," I replied, undoing his robe, "she wants me to do a little more than that."

"Really?" he said, his eyes widening.

Philip allowed me to undress him without a word. I think he was too surprised to speak. And if he could say anything, I think he would have remained quiet rather than take the risk of spoiling his unexpected good fortune. 

My eyes sought out Stephan, who was now talking with several women. One of them reached for his cock, but he pulled her hand away. Our eyes met then, and he smiled. Bonnie had been right, but only to a point: some men were putty in a woman's hands, but not all. And maybe it was true that some men's willful subservience was not confined simply to the object of their love and affection. But it was also true that some men put a high priority upon personal integrity and loyalty to a loved one. It was this latter category to which Stephan belonged.

"Hey Chris!" Rebecca shouted, as she removed a massive prick from between her lips. "Welcome to the club!"

She was happily engaged in sucking off one of the handsome Italian men who had served as a litter bearer for Apollo. He lay before her on his back, his huge, stiff cock buried up to its base in her throat. I noticed that her lips were glistening with her special lipstick lube that had worked so effectively on Luis during the experiment.

"She's good," Philip said. "But not as good as you I bet."

"My instructions are to give you a handjob, not a blowjob Philip. So don't get your hopes up."

"Look Christiana," he said. "If this is not cool..."

"Shut up and don't say anything. You know you want this and so does Bonnie. As for me, well I'll be damned if I'm not going to get some pleasure out of it too. Now come with me."

He obeyed me without complaint. I led him over to where the majority of women, who had not joined in the orgy, were milling about observing the proceedings.

"Lie down here so that all the ladies can watch this." 

He did as I asked.

"Can you see him Bonnie?" I asked her.

"Perfectly," she replied smiling.

As soon as the women around me saw what I was going to do, they all pulled up their chairs to get a better look. My colleagues, who themselves were now engaged in various forms of sexual involvement, took a moment to watch me and to offer me their expertise on how to best masturbate him. Even Lynette, who was now being fucked by Barney in an upright position, shouted out some pointers. Barney, whose face was buried between her massive tits, poked his head out from between them and let out a hearty laugh.

"Hey doc," he said. "When you're done with him, you can start on me!"

Lynette frowned. "I'm gonna start on you right now, you big, black bastard!" she said, giving his ass several hard slaps. 

Remembering that I had taken a small tube of the "Last-X" masturbation cream with me, I called to Bonnie to retrieve it from my purse. She had one of her friends bring the tube over to me and I began to apply the sticky lube to my palms.

"That looks dangerous," Philip said, as I put the cap back on.

"Only to you," I replied, as I wrapped both hands around his swollen cock.

He groaned with pleasure as I worked my hands up and down his shaft, allowing the tip of my thumb to tickle the sensitive glans on each successive journey upward. The small crowd of women would laugh each time I stroked his glans, which caused his lower body to spasm with pleasure. Heeding one woman's suggestion, I pulled his cock down between his legs and then suddenly let it go, causing myself and the rest of the women untold glee as the stiff slab of meat shot upwards into his abdomen. I did this several times until one woman offered the services of her bare foot in lieu of my hand. Philip looked on with fascination as he watched his cock bounce up and down repeatedly under the woman's agile ministrations. I allowed this to continue for several minutes until I once again had him in my slick hands.

"You know Philip," I said, keeping my tempo consistent. "I really hated you for a while. What you did to me and your wife was really low."

"I know. I know," he replied, taking in deep breaths.

"There was really no excuse for it. No excuse at all."

I gave him two rapid bursts that forced him to shove his body upward in a violent motion. Bonnie laughed aloud.

"I never meant to hurt anyone," he said quickly. "You have to believe that."

He took a quick look in his wife's direction.

"I do believe it Philip, but you were still an asshole."

"Yes, I was," he admitted freely.

"And you may still be for all I know."

Before he had a chance to answer I pulled on him with a vise-like grip, adding a little bit of pain to his pleasure.

"No, Christiana," he grimaced. "I learned my lesson. Believe me. I'm not an asshole. Not anymore."

"I'm glad to hear it," I replied. "Because if I thought for a moment that there was any chance of you falling back into your old ways..."

I let go of his prick. It swayed back and forth as if an invisible hand were stroking it.

"No!" he cried out in agony at seeing his tool abandoned so abruptly.

"Hey mom," I heard a voice behind me say. "An unmanned dick!"

It was Angelique, with her mother close behind.

"Oh, doctor Swensen," Phoebe said. "I see you've got your hands full—or did!"

We all laughed.

"Do you mind if we sit and watch too?"

"Be my guest."

Phoebe and her daughter took up seats on my left, right next to Philip's towering shaft. My hands once again resumed their task.

"My girlfriend Muriel told me that she can bring her boyfriend off in about a minute," Angelique proudly remarked.

"That is not an accomplishment," Phoebe said. 

"You want to make the masturbation last as long as possible in order to give the greatest amount of pleasure," I said to the girl.

"Yes," Phoebe agreed. "You do want to prolong the masturbation that's true, but it's better if it's done for your pleasure rather than his."

"I think it can work both ways," I replied. 

Phoebe looked at me curiously, as though the thought had never occurred to her before.

I know Philip was not enamored of the woman, but he said nothing about it, preferring to surrender himself to the pleasant feelings he was experiencing at my hands.

"Can I jerk him off Christiana?" Angelique said.

"I'm sorry, it's my sister's wish that I do this for him."

"Just sit and watch," Phoebe told her daughter. "Maybe you will learn something."

It was an amazing thing to see this relatively small microcosm of exhibitionists sheltered amidst the watchful eyes of an equally small contingent of voyeurs. And even more amazing was the fact that I was a willing part of it—an active performer rather than a passive bystander in this showcase of unbridled hedonism and debauchery. In the Clinic I had never masturbated anyone, with the exception of Big Barney and later, Craig, and even then I had only volunteered to do so because I felt pressured. But now, I was beginning to see that being involved was a lot nicer than simply watching and recording events passively, as I had done for most of my life in the lab. The unfortunate part of it all was that my reticence to experiment sexually and the lack of spontaneity in my personal life suffered because of the plodding, analytical nature I had developed in my professional life. It was actually a very skewed vision of reality that I had suffered under. But now that was all about to change.

"Now, Philip. I want you to listen to what I have to say. It's very important."

I gave him two sharp tugs on his balls, not to hurt him, just to let him know that I wasn't fooling around. This maneuver was not wasted on Phoebe and Angelique.

"Are you listening Philip?"

"Yes, Christiana," he replied, watching me tug away on his prick with fascination. "I'm listening."

"From now on," I said, "you are to obey your wife in all things. Is that understood?"

"Yes, yes."

"And you are never to do anything against the law ever again."

"I understand."

"You will obey her, and love her, and devote yourself to her with absolute loyalty. Do you understand?"

"Yes...yes..." He whimpered in his throat. "Oh, that feels so good!"

"Do you understand Philip?" I said, pinching the head of his penis lightly.

"Yes," he winced. "I...understand."

"Good. Now how are you going to treat Bonnie?"

"Um, I'm going to...obey her...and love her...and devote myself to her..."

"With absolute loyalty, right?"

"Yes, right. With absolute loyalty."

He was panting heavily now and I was beginning to see the first few clear drops of pre-cum appear at the tiny slit on top of his penis. 

"Look mom," Angelique said. "He's getting excited."

"He's already excited you silly girl," Phoebe said. "What you're seeing here is the prelude to ejaculation. It happens to all men."

"Has your daughter even seen a man orgasm?" I asked Phoebe.

"A few times, but never from up close."

I didn't understand what she meant by "up close," but I was too involved with Philip to pursue the matter.

"You know Philip," I said. "Your balls and penis seem a bit distended. Now you didn't lie to me about the drug did you? You're not still taking it?"

"No! No! I swear! I have none left!"

"Okay," I said. "I believe you. You might still have a trace of the drug in your bloodstream though. Do your balls feel heavy and tight?"

"A little. But not as bad as when I was taking the drug."

I felt around his testicles and, although partially swollen beyond what might be considered normal, they seemed free of the drug.

"You still might experience a very robust orgasm. It will probably be the last one you will have now that the drug is almost out of your body."

"I'll try not to soil your clothes...Christiana," he said with an ingratiating smile.

"You know something Philip...don't worry about it. These women want to see you shoot off and the more you cum they happier everyone will be."

"I like it when a guy shoots a lot," Angelique observed.

"She's just like me doctor Swensen," Phoebe said. "We both love to see the sperm fly! Don't you ladies?"

The small crowd of women onlookers all agreed.

"My husband can fill a shot glass with cum, I swear," said one woman in her late fifties. "For an older man he still packs a wallop."

Phoebe wasn't impressed. "If you keep him on the verge of ecstasy for a very long time," she told the woman, "a man can fill up a dozen shot glasses."

"Really?" the woman said with surprise.

Philip was now producing pre-cum at a rapid rate, and I was using the salty fluid to lubricate his massive prick. He would look over at Bonnie every so often to gauge her response. She appeared to be enjoying my work.

"Give us a good show Philip!" she said laughing.

Philip smiled back at her and waved.

"Yes, dear," he said, trying to catch his breath.

"Philip," Phoebe said. "Do you mind if Angelique and I touch your balls?"

"I...I guess not. Is it okay, Christiana?"

"Go right ahead," I told her.

Both mother and daughter extended their hands and ran their fingers over the smooth, velvety scrotum. Philip sighed loudly.

"It feels so nice mother," the girl said, her eyes sparkling with keen interest.

"Yes, dear," she replied, as she teased the sperm-swollen sac. "They do feel especially smooth and taught." She turned to me. "You have a marvelous technique doctor. And all without the use of any tools."

"Fortunately for me I have people in my employ who are experts at giving handjobs," I said, giving his cock several rapid strokes from base to tip.

"You are fortunate. Giving a proper handjob is a lost art. My daughter is just starting to learn how to do it. It's an excellent way to control a man."

"I don't want to control them so much as bring them pleasure."

"Ah, but the pleasure comes from controlling them," she pointed out. "Look at him. He can barely talk or even think straight. Can you Philip?"

"I...I..."

Philip's eyes were shut tight. I could sense he was close to orgasm by the way his balls now ascended into his body.

"See? You've turned him into a slave who will do anything for you just so long as he gets his precious handjob. Doesn't that make you feel good to have such power over him?"

She ran her hand brusquely over the underside of his testicles to accentuate her point.