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Somewhere, unfortunately I no longer remember where, I found a story
called "The Doctor is in". I only have seen part 4, and would like to
see the first three parts (and any following part four, if such
exist). The story is about a man who is being "studied" by a doctor,
although it really amounts to torture. In episode four, he is first
shocked so that his muscles can't move, then subjected to biting ants,
wasps, and snakes attacking his cock and balls.
It was, according to the start of the message, originally from the
Inferno BBS in NJ.
I've posted the entire story below, hoping that if I'm violating any
copyrights, the various holders will forgive me (I don't know who they
are...)
Many thanks for any leads to other parts...
A Random Person
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from The Inferno BBS
(609) 886 - 6818
The doctor is in... part 4
After about 2 weeks, the size of my rectum and digestive tract had
almost returned to normal. Lance had checked me a few times over the
period of time, found no tears nor any adverse reactions to the
experiments that had taken place.
Early in the week, John called me. I expected to hear that Lance
wanted to give me another physical to see how things were progressing,
but was wrong. He informed me that I was now in good enough shape to
have the experiments continue. He told me to report again to the
farm, 7:00 pm on friday evening. Lance would fill me in that evening
on exactly what would take place. I was informed that it would be
necessary to spend the entire weekend there, and I agreed.
At 7:00 pm, I arrived at the farm. It was a warm, fall evening, and
the sun was beginning to set. As I got out of my car, I was greeted
by Juan. With him was another man who looked exactly like him...
Juan told me that his name was Miguel, and he was Juan's twin brother.
He would be working at the farm that weekend, assisting in the
activities, to make a little bit of additional cash for his family.
He smiled and nodded his head. We both shook hands. My hand felt
like it was in a vice as we shook, the muscles in his upper torso
bulging in the fading light. He told me to follow him to the doctor's
laboratory, where he was waiting, ready to begin. I followed him
eagerly.
The door opened, and I was led into a well lit, very large room where
Lance and John were waiting. Both smiled at me, and John instructed
me to take a seat, which I did. Lance began to speak. He told me
that the weekend's activities were necessary for his paper and that I
should submit without question so that he would be able to secure all
the information that he needed for his paper. The activities would be
explained as the days progressed. I agreed to the terms. Lance
nodded his head, and told John to get me ready.
John led me to the bathroom in the main house, where he told me to
shower. When I was done, he said that I should return to the
laboratory and Lance would begin with the weekend's activities. With
that, he left the room, closing the door behind him.
After about 1/2 hour, I was done showering. I dried myself off
(paying special attention to my rip-roaring hard-on,) and returned to
the laboratory, naked as instructed.
All four men were still in the laboratory as I had left them, but were
now wearing rubber gloves, rubber shop aprons, and work boots with
heavy rubber soles. There was now a table in the room with a thick
rubber pad on it, and a console next to it with multiple leads leading
from it, each lead being tipped with an electrode. Rubber restraints
hung from the table. Lance turned to John and told him to prepare my
body. An electric razor was produced, along with 2 bowls of soapy
water and razors. John handed the bowls of water and razors to Juan
and Miguel, and picked up a pair of scissors which was also on the
table. He instructed Juan and Miguel to begin shaving my body from
the neck down, removing all the hair completely. He would take care
of my groin area. The two men approached and began lathering my legs.
John knelt in front of me, held my hard-on to the side, and began
cutting off my pubic hair with the scissors. As this was going on,
Lance explained that for the weekend's activities, he needed the
muscles of my body pushed to the limits of complete exhaustion so that
I would be paralyzed and unable to move. This would be done via the
use of electricity. They would begin the session this evening, and
complete it in the morning. As he spoke, I could feel the metal
moving up and down my legs as the hair was removed, scraping as it
went. Juan and Miguel continued with my back, chest, and stomach as
John worked on my groin. After he was done with the scissors, he
continued with the electric razor, completing the job with soap, warm
water, and a straight-edge razor. A couple of times I could feel the
straight-edge nick my balls, and as I tried to pull back, could hear
Lance's deep voice coming from behind telling me to hold still so that
the men could complete their jobs. After about 15 minutes, the men
were done, and my body was completely hairless from the neck down.
Lance then instructed me to get up on the table, which I did. John
came over, and began applying a contact solution to my legs, arms and
stomach. Once done, Juan and Miguel began placing the restraints
around my body, pulling and securing them as tightly as possible so
that my body would not move during the procedure. My head was
immobilized with multiple rubber restraints. Out of the corner of one
eye, I could see John applying the same contact solution to the
electrodes at the ends of the wires. He began applying them, one by
one, to my arms, legs and finally my stomach. Juan came over, told me
to open my mouth, and inserted a rubber gag. Lance moved to the
console, and informed all that he was ready to begin. He told me to
bite down hard on the rubber gag that was in my mouth, and asked John,
Juan and Miguel to stand clear of the table. I heard a click,
followed by a buzzing sound. The lights dimmed. The next thing I
knew, pain shot through both legs as the muscles contracted to the
fullest. The contractions were so strong that I thought my legs would
break the rubber restraints, but they didn't. The pain was immense.
I tried to scream, but couldn't. After about 10 jolts to my legs, the
procedure continued with my arms, and finally my stomach. Each area
was given about 10 jolts of electricity. I felt my muscles weakening
with each jolt. The pain was immense. My bladder couldn't empty
itself due to the hard-on that I had... I think that at some point, I
may have shit myself... I'm not really sure. My head was spinning.
A few times, I heard Lance say that he was increasing the power. My
extremities and stomach were aching from the pain as the jolts grew
increasingly stronger. I thought that I could smell flesh burning.
My vision began to cloud and darken, and I passed out.
I awoke the next morning, and found that the restraints had been
removed. I tried to get off the table, but found that I couldn't...
My muscles just wouldn't move. I had no idea what time it was, but
could see sunlight coming in through the window. Lance was talking to
the other three men in the room. Apparently, one of them must have
seen that I came to. Lance walked over to the table, and looked into
my eyes. He checked out my limbs and stomach, and I could see from
the expression that he had on his face that he wasn't satisfied. He
announced to all in the room that they would have to carry out the
procedure again. I began to cry, tears dripping down my face, as the
restraints were once again put into place, the contact solution
reapplied, and the gag put back in my mouth. Apparently, Lance must
have had pity on me, for as I heard the click and buzz of the machine,
felt a needle prick my right upper arm. The lights dimmed, and my
vision darkened just as I could feel a jolt tear through my stomach.
I came to, and as my vision cleared, could hear Lance's voice
informing me that it was now saturday evening, about 8:00 pm. I was
laying on a stretcher, and could not move. My head, however, was
mobile, and about the best that I could do was turn it left or right.
Lance came over and inspected my body once again. He smiled, nodded
his head, and said that he was ready to begin. I turned my head to the
right, and noticed that the metal table with the rubber pad on it was
no longer present. The electrical console had also been removed.
About 10 feet away were positioned 3 plexiglass boxes, elevated on
legs with wheels. All three were about a foot deep, seven feet long
and about three feet across. I could see things moving around in each
of the boxes. There appeared to be an opening in the top of each box,
located almost centrally. The next thing I knew, Lance began to
speak.
Lance explained that the experiments to be preformed were simple...
He was going to explore the effects of the venom of one breed of
reptile and two breeds of insects on my cock and balls... One mildly
venomous breed of snake, red stinging ants and wasps. He would begin
with the red stinging ants this evening, followed by the wasps and
snakes tomorrow. The combined effects of the venom should result in a
permanent swelling of my cock and balls. My condition would be
continuously monitored for any adverse reactions to the venoms. He
turned to John, and told him to get me ready.
John approached my on the stretcher with a tourniquet and a small
plastic tube about a foot long. He greased the tube up, and began
inserting it down into the piss slit of my hard cock. While he was
doing this, he explained to me that this was necessary so that once
the swelling began, it would keep my urethra open so that I would be
able to piss despite the expected swelling. When the tube had entered
my body and only about 1 inch was sticking out of my piss slit, he
applied the tourniquet around my cock and balls, and tightened it. He
explained that this was to keep the bulk of the venom in my cock and
balls and not spread throughout the rest of my body. After about one
hour of exposure to the venom, and antidote would be given to
counteract the effects. (If there was some problem, it would be given
sooner). After this, he walked away from the stretcher. Lance stated
that we were ready to begin.
Juan and Miguel came over to the stretcher and lifted me up by my arms
and legs, my hard cock flying wildly in the air. Upon Lance's
command, they brought me over to the plexiglass enclosure containing
what looked like hundreds of thousands of ants. There was an opening
in the top so that my cock and ball could be introduced into the
enclosure so that the ants could vent the frustration of their
imprisonment on my cock and balls. A piece of rubber covered the hole
with "*" shaped cuts in it... Allowing my genital inside, but keeping
the insects within their prison. They held me above the enclosure,
turned me upside down, and began lowering me down, pointing my
genitals at the opening in the top. Down they lowered me onto the top
of the plexiglass case, and finally my body made contact with the top
as my cock and balls shot through the hole in the top. Immediately I
felt a stinging in my groin area as the ants began an attack on my
hard prick and balls. Juan and Miguel backed off, and Lance came over
to the plexiglass enclosure, clipboard in hand. I felt a warm feeling
in my cock and balls, followed by pain. Over and over again, hundreds
of ants began stinging my cock and balls... Hundreds of stinging
needles piercing my cock and balls. Lance peered into the enclosure
and stated "good, they're beginning to swell..." I could feel an ever
increasing pressure growing on the tube that had been inserted into my
prick... My balls were beginning to swell and I could feel them
hanging lower and lower into the enclosure as their weight increased.
I tried to move my hips upward to escape the pain of the insects'
bites but could not... My muscles still didn't want to respond.
After an hour, Lance instructed Juan and Miguel to turn me over.
After they complied, I looked down at my cock and balls... My cock
was now longer and about twice the size in diameter than it had been
previously... It was reddish purple and oozing blood... My balls
were swollen to the size of lemons and ached tremendously. Lance
brushed off the ants in the area and examined the results... He
nodded his head and said "good," jotting down notes as he walked away.
He instructed John, as he walked away, to stay with me for the
remainder of the night, and if there were any adverse reactions to
notify him immediately. John gave me a shot of antivenom, and told me
that if at any point during the evening I had to go to the john, Juan
and Miguel would carry me in. He told me to try and get some sleep,
said "goodnight," and sat down in the corner. I closed my eyes, and
drifted off to sleep despite the pain and swelling, my arms and legs
limp and still unable to move.
Morning came, and Lance returned. He studied my genitals and was
pleased to see that the swelling had not gone down... I heard him say
to himself, "good, it looks like this'll be permanent." And walked
away. He then instructed his assistants to continue as instructed.
The tourniquet, which had been removed the previous evening, was put
back in place and tightened... The tube in my dick was still in
place. Juan and Miguel carried me over to the plexiglass enclosure
containing the wasps, and lowered my body onto the top, genitals
popping through the hole. Their stings immediately filled my genitals
with fire as they began to swell even further. Sting after sting,
they attacked the intruders. I thought that my cock and balls were
going to burst from the pressure that was continuing to build up
inside. Lance watched, taking notes...
I must have passed out at some point, only to wake up and feel fangs
latching on to my hard cock and balls... I could feel the blood in my
cock squirting out under pressure as the snakes with their 1/4" fangs
took turns attacking my genitals... I could feel their fangs piercing
my scrotum, occasionally biting so hard as to penetrate the testes
themselves... I could hear myself screaming out continuously in pain,
tears running down the sides of my cheeks... I turned my head and saw
Lance standing there, clipboard in hand with a blank look on his face,
taking notes and watching the snakes as they continued to introduce
their venom into my cock and balls. I passed out.
My eyes opened, and I found myself in my own bedroom. John was
sitting at the foot of the bed. When he saw that I had opened my
eyes, said "goodmorning" in a monotone voice. After some of the fog
had lifted from my brain, I saw him get off the bed and move around to
the side... He pulled the bed sheet down to my knees. He told me to
look at my cock and balls... I glanced down. I couldn't believe it!
My cock was the size of a horse and my nuts were hanging like two
softballs! John informed me that the effects should be permanent...
After I had passed out, Lance had opened up my scrotum to make sure
that no permanent damage had been done to my testicles... The
inspection passed with flying colors. John told me that Lance had
instructed that I stay in bed for the following week and not go into
work... He had also ordered a male nurse to come and stay with me for
the week to keep an eye on my stats. He got up, and started heading
for the door. As he was about to close the door to my bedroom, he
stuck his head back in and said, "oh, and one more thing... Lance
will continue his experiments on you next weekend..." And with that
closed the door.