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A Lesson In Time,  Chapter  Two


I found myself a little exhausted, from all of today's brain sessions. I 
could  have forgotten about eating dinner, if it hadn't been for mom's 'family 
hour',  and gone off to lay down on my  bed.

My sister made her usual grand entrance at the supper table, sitting directly 
 across from me. She never said much of anything to me, ever since she 
started  going through puberty; which was fine with  me.

Mom was always the one to start a conversation at the dinner table, and 
tonight  was no exception. She started quizzing my sister about her day and all the 
who's  and what's that go along with being a parent. You see, my sister is 
getting  ready to enter her senior year in high school; and both mom and dad 
are a bit  concerned over the extraordinary amount of 'boyfriends' which she 
seems to have  amassed over the last two or three years.  

Of course, my sister is the same as I was at her age. Always having to buck 
the  parents when it came to them setting a certain time to be home, a set 
amount of  time doing homework and things that parents always seem to have a knack 
of  pissing their kids off  about.

After about fifteen minutes of the 'standard' grueling inquisition, my 
sister  knew that it was time for her to just sit there in silence and let the 
words go  in one ear and out the other.  

Dad never said much of anything at the dinner table. He always seemed rather  
content and just relished in hearing the day's banter between mom and his  
children. I think it was due to the many dinners where he and my brother used to 
 get into some fairly heated discussions over slavery and the way slaves 
should  be trained, used and punished. It was always mom who showed her supportive 
side  towards just about everything my brother said; which sort of put dad in 
the  minority.  

Dad was all for teaching slaves properly, but he was also concerned with 
their  wellbeing and things of that nature.  There were those times, in the past,  
when mom and dad would come close to arguing at the dinner table.  Dad had  
the more 'humane' approach to slavery where mom had been more of a  
disciplinarian towards not only her children but to the two slaves which my  parents had 
working for  them.

I could easily see why mom seemed to support my brother in most of his  
endeavors; and even went, once or twice, to visit him while he trained those  newly 
enslaved individuals.  

Mom never mentioned what she saw or heard, but she never came back from one 
of  those trips in anything but a good mood.  

I was more like my dad, with respect to abiding to all the governing aspects 
of  slaves in the country. In school, we learned how brutal some countries had 
been  and some still are, towards their enslaved population.  

The one thing that college didn't teach any of us was the reality of slavery, 
in  that there were just some things better left unsaid; unless a student had 
the  penchant desire to work, in some capacity with the nations large slave 
business.  Such was my own case. Dad, for as long as I could remember seemed to 
have a  desire towards the slave trade, but he wanted it to be done humanely 
and with  dignity; thus his renowned reputation for all of the laws and 
guidelines which  governed most, if not all, of the indentured humans in the  
country.

Mom started asking a whirlwind round of questions. Finally she got caught up 
on  my day and began talking about tomorrow and the days and weeks  beyond.

"I'm a bit concerned that I have to attend your physical exam tomorrow. I 
had  planned on doing something else, but I suppose that your needs are 
important to  the company so I don't want you to worry yourself about my presence", 
she said  in a very non-descript  way.

Dad responded to her statement before I had a chance to express myself. "Well 
 dear, Kevin is 'our' son and the rules pertaining to tomorrow's procedures 
call  for both parents to be in attendance. After all, it is a new process we 
are  starting, not to mention the millions of dollars invested in the new 
machinery  to perform physical exams of this  nature."

"I understand, honey, it's just that I'm not so sure that Kevin will want me 
to  see him being examined. I've read everything you've given me on the new  
machinery and I'm quite certain that once it is out in the field, used by all 
 processing plants that the indentured slaves will show a bigger return for 
the  investment; not to mention the future of the 'new breed' of slaves is at 
stake  here.  With the recent addition to the breeding laws, the machine will 
play  a huge roll in assuring that the crop of highly developed slaves remains 
 sound."

My head went from my mother to my father; with me just about clueless as to 
what  she was talking about. My father seemed to want to avoid a response and 
he  succeeded.

"Kevin, I've seen your itinerary and I think it will be a grueling summer 
for  you, and I don't want to find out that your neglecting such things as 
eating  properly and getting enough rest. If my memory serves me, you'll be seeing 
your  brother in about six weeks; that is, unless he is needed at another 
processing  facility, but in either case, I'm going to call him and make sure that 
you are  doing well.  

I remember the last intern your father had at the company, and by the time he 
 finished his summer tour; the poor lad was a mess. They had to send him off 
for  some kind of retreat, or was it one of those new 'recycling centers' 
that he  went  to."

I knew what a recycling center was and all I could do was cringe at the 
thought  of somebody having to be put through a place like that.  Dad commented 
that  the last intern wasn't sent to either place; but had been  'relocated'.

Hell, I knew what that meant as well. Whoever was the last intern was now  
enslaved for doing something wrong, or for failure to follow his guidelines and  
itinerary. I didn't have a thing to worry about. I wasn't going to deviate 
from  the schedule nor was I planning on doing something wrong; besides, my dad 
runs  the company and I don't think anybody would want to come between a 
person like  him and his  son.

"Mom, I want to go tomorrow too. I don't see any reason why I can't go. I'
ll be  starting my senior year and then I'm going to be going to college just 
like  Kevin and I'm thinking about working as an intern for dad too. So, I 
think it is  only right that I get to go along", my sister said with an evil grin 
to her  face.

"No, I don't think that Kevin needs his whole family around while he gets 
his  physical", dad said in a rather stern  voice.

'Well, dear, if our children are going to follow in your footsteps, then I don
't  see what difference it makes whether she goes tomorrow or not. Is there 
really  any sense in having her wait until she interns? I think it may just do 
her a  world of good to get an early start. It might even help her with her 
grades and  lessen the amount of time she's been spending with those boys she 
likes to hang  around with all the time. Maybe it's time that she gets serious 
about her  future", mom said in rebuttal to what my father just  said.

I had no chance to voice my opinion. My parents were locked in a conversation 
 which I just knew was going to last for at least ten minutes.  

When I looked over at my sister she had this look about her that told me that 
 she could hardly wait until tomorrow. I wondered if she knew something that 
I  didn't; or in fact, had she and mom been having conversations all  along.

"Kevin, just make sure you don't anything after midnight. You know how 
doctors  always want patients starving before examinations these days. I'll have 
MoMo  help you get ready first thing in the morning. I don't see any reason for 
me or  your sister to ride in with you two men so early, but we'll be there in 
plenty  of time", mom said; as she stood up and exited the dinning  room.

I sat there, now alone, except for MoMo and JoJo, who were clearing the 
table.  My sister had started yakking away on her cellphone the second she was out 
of  her chair and dad had gone into the living room to watch some television 
show. I  don't know where mom had gone off to, but she normally went outside 
and snuck in  a cigarette, thinking that none of us ever knew that she  smoked.

JoJo brought me a cup of coffee, while I pondered over the folder full of  
papers. I tried to understand the reasoning behind the schedule, but none of it  
made much sense to me. The only thing I could figure out was that there was a 
 need for me to be in certain places at certain times. Maybe, I could ask 
someone  tomorrow.

Finally, I went upstairs to my room and began leafing through the two books 
that  I'd been given. MoMo came in later on, with a cup of my favorite hot 
chocolate  and asked if he might speak. I granted permission, and he didn't 
hesitate,  "Master Kevin, I wished that I could say more but I am forbidden by your 
mother.  I just want you to know that I've loved every minute of every day 
taking care of  you. I just hope that your summer doesn't change you and that you 
return to us  the same loving and caring person that I know you are. And, if 
I might also add,  Master; I'll be arriving earlier in the morning to help 
prepare you for your  day."

I laid the book down on my lap and looked up at MoMo, with a look of 
confidence;  telling him that whatever he needed to do in the morning to help me get 
ready  for work would be appreciated. MoMo backed out of my room, closing the 
door and  left me to enjoy my  cocoa.

I fell asleep, on top of my bed; still in my  clothes.

MoMo's gentle nudging woke me up. I had no idea that it was already time to 
get  up; and just by the absence of sun coming through any of the windows I 
knew that  this had to be a mistake on his  part.

"Master Kevin, time to get up and get Master ready for today. Master has a  
physical exam today and Master needs to be squeaky clean", MoMo said in more of 
 a 'fatherly' tone of  voice.

It wasn't until I swung my legs off the bed that I realized that I was still  
dressed; to which I started towards my bathroom for a  shower.

"No Master Kevin, Sir. I need to help you but Master must come downstairs to  
where we prepare each day."  

I gave MoMo a look of bewilderment and he just motioned for me to follow him. 
 The house, as large as it was, seemed rather mysterious today. Everybody 
else  was still sleeping and there wasn't a sound coming  anywhere.

By the time we'd gotten to the bottom of the staircase, I was awake enough to 
 understand that MoMo wanted me to go 'downstairs' with him. I stopped dead 
in my  tracks and waited until MoMo figured out that I wasn't right behind  
him.

"Please Master Kevin, if you do not allow me to help prepare you; your mother 
 will be furious with me and that could result in a severe punishment,  
Master."

I'd never, EV ER, been downstairs; where the two slaves lived. I had no idea  
what in the hell was down there and I wasn't really anxious to find out  
either.

However, not wanting MoMo to feel the wrath of my mother, I followed him down 
 into the  basement.

It was really nice down there. It looked like a large apartment or condo. 
They  had a small living area where there was a television set, two separate 
bedrooms  and several closets that lined the corridor leading to what was the  
bathroom.

Once we both had reached the bathroom, I was surprised to discover just how  
large it was. There was very little in the way of personal things on the  
counter, such as colognes and/or perfumes. Just hair brushes, toothbrushes and  
toothpaste, and one stick of  deodorant.

MoMo started to unbutton my shirt, which surprised me; and I quickly slapped 
his  hands away. He quickly apologized but insisted that, at least for this 
one day,  that he disrobe  me.

I wasn't' ashamed of my body and the muscles that I'd worked so hard to 
obtain;  but it had been awhile since MoMo had seen me in my 'birthday suit'. I 
think  that the two of us were just as embarrassed at my nakedness; but what 
surprised  me even more was when MoMo removed his own  clothes.

After adjusting the shower temperature, MoMo stepped under one of the two 
shower  heads and beckoned me to join  him.

At first it felt normal, just as if I was in the shower room at school; but I 
 hadn't expected MoMo to begin washing my body for me. The scent of the soap 
and  the softness of the sponge seemed to be a pleasant way to start the day. 
To bad  that I'd never even thought of having MoMo bath me all these years in 
the  past.

I thrust my hips back, as his hands and the sponge reached my cock and balls; 
 but MoMo assured me that it was nothing sexual.  Sexual or not, my cock  
began to harden and finally it became so hard that I almost wanted to jerk  
myself off.  

When I pressed my hands on the wall and leaned forward, so that MoMo could 
wash  between the crack of my ass; I almost shot my wad.  

I was always quite sensitive when I washed myself back there but now with 
MoMo  washing me, it seemed as if the intensity level of my sexual needs 
increased a  hundred  fold.

For eight long, difficult years; I've hidden a part of my life from everyone. 
I  had even denied myself the opportunity to explore that which was hidden 
and now  I found myself, for the very first time, feeling the closeness and 
comfort which  one can receive from another  man.

MoMo, very quietly ended the bathing and told me that I wasn't finished yet. 
He  stepped out of the shower and came back with what looked to be a hot water 
 bottle with a rubber hose attached to  it.

It didn't take long for me to hear and understand what MoMo said next.  

I don't think that I'd ever had an enema and MoMo was now starting to fill 
my  intestines with a warm solution of water and something else which he added 
to  the red  bag.

I soon found myself kneeling on the floor of the shower, as MoMo very 
carefully  emptied the bag of solution into my butt. I began to complain of muscle 
cramps  and MoMo quickly knelt beside me and started to massage my stomach.  

As if his hands were magic, the cramps disappeared. A couple of minutes later 
 found me sitting on the toilet, expelling the solution and my morning  turds.

Three more times, MoMo filled me up and three more times I purged into the  
toilet; before MoMo acclaimed  success.

Another quick but complete rinse under the shower head and MoMo was satisfied 
 that he'd performed his  task.

MoMo dried me off, and I was about to ask where me clothes were when he said  
very direct; "Master's clothes have been taken to get cleaned and fresh 
clothes  await Master in Master's  room."

Now, I thought to myself; 'let me get this straight. I just had a shower and 
got  my ass cleaned out and now I'm being told that I have to go all the way 
back to  my room to get dressed. And, from where I was standing, does this also 
mean that  JoJo had come into the bathroom while I was getting my guts filled 
with  solution?'

I could have ordered MoMo to fetch my clean clothes, but since it was still  
early; I figured that everyone was still  sleeping.

I gave MoMo one of my 'disappointed' looks, as I brushed passed him; making 
my  way back to my own room. MoMo was right behind me, every step of the  way.

I could smell coffee, and I wanted a cup, as I briskly walked naked back up 
to  my room. My bed was already straightened out and there were clothes laid 
atop  the  cover.

The clothes, which I thought I would wear today; were not what was on the 
bed.  There was only a pair of beige shorts and a pullover  shirt.

I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, but MoMo said 
that I  probably wouldn't be wearing them once my examination began. With a 
sympathetic  look on his face, MoMo held out his hands; anticipating that I would 
give him my  undies.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked of  him.

MoMo didn't say a word, but opted to simply nod his head; as I handed my 
undies  to  him.

To say that it was a strange feeling, not to wear undies, is an 
understatement.  

After I had shaved, brushed my teeth and dressed; I along with MoMo made our 
way  downstairs.  Everyone was eating breakfast, and for a split second I 
forgot  that I was to abstain from food, until after my exam. Talk about a hard 
thing to  do… sit there while everyone else stuffs their  face.

In the limo, the ride was rather quiet except for the few minutes dad went  
through, what sounded like a rehearsed commentary on my impending physical. It  
didn't sound all that 'common' to me; but there was nothing I could do to  
prevent it, unless I wanted to withdraw myself from the intern program and seek 
 some other form of  employment.

I felt so out of place, sitting in the waiting room of dad's office. I was 
the  only one there who was in shorts, nipple tight shirt and flip flops. I got  
enough looks and stares from all those who came and went, to last a life 
time.  Not a soul even bothered to say hello or anything like 'good  morning'.

No coffee, soda or even water was offered to me for the hour and a half that 
I  sat there. I could only pass the time away by watching the large screen  
television; as it displayed only news pertaining to anything having to do with  
slave news from the day before. Some of it I found interesting, while other 
news  seemed beyond the realm of comprehension.  

Finally, a familiar face from yesterday. The lady, I actually forget her 
name,  came into the reception area and directly over to me. "Hi, and a good 
morning to  you", she said sounding rather overly cheerful. "I'm going to be 
conducting your  physical this morning, so if you'll just follow me, we can get a 
lot of the  preliminaries over before your father comes  down."

Wait just a fucking minute, I said to myself. I don't remember that this lady 
is  a doctor. I didn't recall being introduced to her in such a way. And now, 
this  lady is going to be conducting my physical… A lady  doctor?
Just as I stood up, the door to dad's office opened and he came forward,  
greeting the lady, telling her to take extra special care of 'my  boy'.

"I'll be down in about twenty minutes. I think his mother and sister are 
already  downstairs waiting for him", dad said to the lady, as he put a hand on 
my  shoulder, gently coaxing me to follow  her.

In the elevator, she pushed the last button on the panel; and the elevator 
sped  to the basement  floor.

The entire place looked like a miniature combination of a hospital and  
laboratory.  

We walked passed several rooms that looked like perhaps a mad scientist 
worked  in there; until we reached the end of the hall. I followed her into the 
room  only to discover that mom and my dorky sister were there waiting on  us.

I listened to the doctor, telling me what to expect but I was lost in the 
moment  by the presence of a machine that looked like something you might see on 
the  Discovery Channel.  

"Ok, let's get you started", she said; bringing my thoughts back to the  
immediate  future.

"We just need to do all the simple things like height and weight, so go ahead 
 and shuck your clothes and we'll get started", she so calmly  said.

I stood there dumbfounded, until mom spoke up; "you heard what the doctor 
said  Kevin, so get those clothes off. You know how your father has everything 
planned  down to the last second in a minute. You sure don't want to start off 
on the  wrong foot this summer, do you?" she said in a rather military sort of  
way.

All I could do was to look and feel like a school boy, as I pulled the shirt  
over my head and laid it on the chair next to me. I just knew that there was 
no  escaping my predicament, but at least I prolonged it momentarily by easing 
my  feet out of my flip flops, before I removed my  shorts.

I covered my genitals immediately, hoping that mom and my sister wouldn't see 
 them; but I knew that my pubic hair was so thick and covered such a large 
area  that it was impossible to hide all of  it.

I moved over to the scale, where the doctor was waiting and stepped up. "
Hands  to the side and chest out", she said; as she began pushing buttons on the  
electronic scale machine. "One, seventy one" she proclaimed, as if my weight 
was  within reason.  

"Now I need you to close your eyes until I tell you to open them again", she 
 said rather  seriously.

I followed her directions as she began talking again. "You see Kevin, we are  
gathering information about you by using high resolution lasers to measure  
certain areas of your body, including your current height. I wouldn't want one  
of those lasers to cross in front of your eyes while the measurements are in  
progress. This is only the third or fourth time we've used this new equipment 
 and it has proven to save time, money and most importantly it lessens the 
amount  of staff needed to do such physical  examinations."

I couldn't even hear a machine running but knew better than to ask a question 
at  this juncture. All I could think about was the machine measuring such 
things as  my cock and balls and butt cheeks; all while my sister and mother sat 
observing  the  process.

A couple minutes later and the doctor spoke again, "now you can open your 
eyes  and I need you to turn around so we can get the measurements on your  
backside."

Now I was really getting nervous. It was bad enough standing there exposing 
my  naked butt to my mother and sister, but now the doctor expected me to face 
the  other  way.

" For this next part of your scan, I need you to put your hands on top of 
your  head and spread your legs just a little for me if you would please", she 
rather  asked nicely this  time.

I hadn't even turned around yet and I was already turning crimson red from  
embarrassment; when the doctor added. "I know how you must feel, but we're  
almost done. And if you'd like you can look into the mirror on the opposite wall 
 and you'll actually be able to see the laser working, scanning your  body."

I turned around slowly, now with my hands once again covering my most 
intimate  parts. I saw the mirror, and I saw my mom and sister sitting off to the 
side.  The worst that could happen would be that they saw my cock and balls from 
the  side, from where they sat; but it was still going to be a situation that 
I  didn't want to  endure.

"Hurry up Kevin", my sister shouted. You've got nothing I haven't already  
seen."

That statement got my sister the 'stare of death' from mom; for which I 
found a  bit of comfort  in.

I hadn't moved my hands yet, and in walks dad. "Come now son, you're a man 
now  and I'm sure that you've nothing to be ashamed of", dad said in a 
fatherly sort  of way. "You are only experiencing what slaves will soon be 
experiencing and  you'll be seeing lots of such examinations over the summer; so come 
now and  follow the doctor's instructions. Time is something which not ought to 
be  wasted."

By now dad was standing directly in front of me, grabbing both of my hands 
and  placing them on top of my head. I felt so, so, so  degraded.

"Now let's see about getting those feet spread out some", dad said as if 
talking  to a third person.  

Dad leaned down and began pushing my legs apart and I quickly adjusted myself 
to  the changing width between my feet. My cock was bouncing over the top of 
his  head, mussing up some oh his hair; but at this point I didn't' give a  
crap.

Once dad had moved to the side, I looked at myself in the mirror and was  
horrified to see how my cock and balls dangled freely for anyone to see. I heard  
a scuffing noise coming from the direction of my mother and by looking in the 
 mirror I could see that my sister was moving her chair more towards the 
front,  apparently wanting to humiliate me  further.

"Would you be so kind as to hand me that small cup of medicine and the water  
over there on the counter", the doctor lady asked of my sister. "no … there…
  next to the  computer"…

Sis handed the two cups to the doctor, who in turn handed me the one with red 
 liquid in it. "This is for your next segment of tests. It taste like cherry  
soda."

I swigged it down, although it wasn't but about three ounces and then chased 
it  down with a full glass of  water.

"OK then", said the doctor, "while the medicine starts to work…let's finish 
up  here. Now this might seem to feel a bit strange but it wouldn't hurt", 
as she  began fastening something what seemed to be made of plastic around my 
waist.  

By looking at the mirror I got some idea, but not much, of what was going on. 
 The next thing I see in her hands in something that looks like a giant pair 
of  clear plastic tongs; which she fastened to the plastic belt around my 
waist,  behind  me.

Dad moved back beside the doctor, as I heard him say, "That's okay, let me 
do it  this time. He is my son, after  all."

The next feeling I get is that these plastic tongs are spreading my butt 
cheeks  apart slowly, exposing my rosebud.  

"I could only wish that all the men are virgins like this", the doctor said; 
but  was quickly rebuked by my  father.

"Sorry Sir, I meant no disrespect of the boy Sir", the doctor apologized. "
But  one must understand that out in the real world, there are rectums not as  
pristine."

"Yes, I'm aware of that, but my son needn't concern himself now, with such  
things as male to male couplings", dad said rather  quietly.

"But dad, some of Kevin's old school buddies are gay. Don't you think Kevin  
should know about boys humping boys, and men humping boys", my sister said  
without due regard to either of my parents.  

Dad remained indifferent to her statement, but mom, well she on the other 
hand …  effectively sent my sister reeling off the chair after she'd just gotten 
a  healthy slap in the face. Oh, how I wanted to smile and make a snide  
remark.

"Okay now", started the doctor, "let's finish this up as quick as we can. 
Don't  forget that you can watch in the mirror if you so choose. Your eyes won'
t be in  harms way, this  time".

Dad and the doctor stepped away as she pushed several more buttons on the  
pedestal behind me. It was kind of interesting, just knowing that technology had 
 progressed to the point where a laser can measure anything on your body that 
is  needed to be  measured.

It was over before I knew it and dad removed both plastic things from my 
body.  My sister was still rubbing the side of her face, and a few tears seemed to 
have  dried on her cheek bone. I quickly covered myself again, as if thinking 
it would  lessen the  humiliation.

I turned around and noticed that the doctor was removing a computer disc from 
 the rear of the pedestal control and then watched as she placed the disc 
into  her  computer.

As if she cared little or nothing about me, she banged away on her keyboard 
for  a minute or two and then her computer screen came to life. Everybody, 
except me,  watched that screen. It was a digital imagine of every inch of my body 
and some  of it wasn't something that I'd want to show to my friends, let 
alone family  members.  I could see numbers flashing, colors changing and mixing 
with  other colors as the doctor kept typing codes into the computer.  

It too, was over in a matter of a couple of minutes and the doctor seemed  
pleased with the initial outcome of the first  procedure.

"Well done", she said, as she came over to me. "Just one more machine and you
're  done with me for  today.

Well fuck… the only other machine in the room was this thing that looked as 
if  it was made in outer  space.

"So let's get you started", the lady doctor said with conviction. "You see  
Kevin, not only did the first machine measure you but it also allows this  
machine to know your measurements as well.  You might say that the two  machines 
talk to each other. So hope up here on this table and let me get you  all 
strapped in for the  ride."

RIDE… WHAT FUCKING RIDE? Were the only words my brain was speaking to  me.

"Don't you worry young man, this last part of the examination only takes 
eleven  minutes and it really isn't that uncomfortable", the doctor said, as if 
I was  just a  kid.

Before I realized it, she was strapping both of my arms down, had placed a 
wide  leather strap over my forehead and  two additional straps over my chest 
and  hip  bone.

"The machine will be performing one hundred percent of the test, but there 
are  one or two things which I must assist the machine with", but I don't want 
you to  worry one tiny bit",  the doctor said with more of a sadistic  tone.

My eyes were locked onto the faces of my parents and my sister; who had all 
now  gathered around me, and it wasn't until a moment later that I realized 
that my  cock and balls were displayed within three feet of  them.

The doctor said something to my father and as if on a signal, my legs were  
placed into some things that looked like hard plastic troughs of some kind, and 
 secured with even wider and thicker leather  straps.

The doctor pushed buttons, lots of buttons on the side of this machine; 
bringing  it to life.  

"The machine is much like those in hospitals, that scan a person's body. But 
 this machine has such features which will enable us or any processing plant 
to  obtain required and important samples of a slave… not that you are a 
slave.. but  you know what I mean", the bitch doctor touted her authority over my 
defenseless  body.

The table slowly began to ease into the chamber of the machine. I could 
easily  tell that the inside of the machine was kept in total darkness. There was a 
warm  gentle flow of air moving from one end to the other; which momentarily 
made me  feel as if I was on a beach, naked. I couldn't see to far back 
towards my ass,  but I could see the doctor and the members of my family all moving 
closer, inch  by inch as my body moved further into this  machine.

Suddenly the table stopped all forward progress and a small light came on 
just  in front of my head. Then a panel in the tunnel slid open and exposed a 
small  television screen.   

"Don't worry about a thing. Everything is fine", the doctor said. "We just 
want  to give you the experience of seeing what is happening during your exam. 
 Normally a slave would not be allowed to see this, but since you're not a 
slave  and your family is here to witness the exam we all thought you might 
enjoy  knowing how all of this come together to give us or a slave processing firm 
very  important  information."

More small panels open up and what look to be robotic arms come out and place 
 themselves on my chest. "They are just tracking your heart rate and your  
breathing", came her voice once  again.
I  couldn't help but to notice that the two arms were covering both of my 
nipples.  The combination of the warm air and having something stuck to my 
nipples seemed  to elicit a small moan of pleasure from within my  soul.

"Now Kevin, just keep your eyes on the monitor above your head. There is one 
or  two things that I must do that the machine is yet capable of doing; but 
neither  of the two are painful", the doctor said with childish mannerisms.  

"The first thing I need to do is to collect a sterile urine sample. You might 
 feel a little pressure inside your penis but there's nothing to worry  about"

I looked into the monitor and saw the doctor picking up my dick and inserting 
 what looked like a greasy rubber hose. There was a short but not to painful  
feeling, when the hose broke into my bladder, after which I could see a great 
 deal of piss flowing through a clear plastic hose.  

"There now, that wasn't to bad was it?" the doctor asked, knowing damn well 
that  I couldn't answer  her.

"We're going to leave the hose up your cock.. I mean penis … until the 
machine  has finished the scan; but while the machine is scanning, it will also  
automatically do an internal scan, exam and massage of your prostate gland. You  
do know what that is don't' you Kevin."  

I'm guessing that she had left her microphone open, as I plainly heard her  
telling my sister… "no the hose in Kevin's penis is a size 30… which is the  
largest catheter available for male humans.  Anything larger than that  would 
cause him to have to permanently urinate through a hose for the rest of  his  
life."

There was some more sounds coming from the machine, as it began its scan of 
my  body. I wanted to close my eyes, but the thought of having a robot probe my 
ass  was something which put an enormous amount of fear into my  body.

Now, I wasn't sure if the doctor was talking to me or to my family; as I felt 
 the first wave of cold steel making contact with my rectum. She was actually 
 telling them every small detail of what the machine was going to be doing 
inside  my  ass.

I began to feel as if there were small prickly sensations coming from the two 
 robot arms on my nipples. These sensations combined with the anal probe were 
 causing me to have strange, yet pleasant  thoughts.

The probe appeared to be no larger in diameter than my own index finger; 
which  admittedly had found its way up my hole once or twice, while I jerked off 
in the  shower at  school.

The sound of yet another panel opening up caught my attention; as this 
sinister  robotic arm came towards my  arm.

"Now, now, let's keep that blood pressure under control in there", chimed in 
the  doctor. Everything is going to be just fine. The machine is just going 
to  collect a small sample of your blood; and it will even have it processed by 
the  time your exam is  over."

Indeed, there was nothing to fear; as the machine collected what blood it 
needed  for testing. That part was over in less than a  minute.

The tingling on my nipples and the probe in my butt seemed to stop in unison, 
as  the doctor said to me, "just one more test and sample and you're all 
done, for  today.

I watched the monitor as the doctor pulled the catheter out of my dick, and I 
 think it hurt worse coming out that when it went in.  

Then I heard her talking to my family again, "Do you want me to do it, or 
would  one of you prefer to do  it".

I could hear my sister pleading with my mother, "Oh mom, please oh pretty  
please, can I do it. Afterall, like daddy always says… we are family and we  
shouldn't have any secrets amongst  us."

I had to assume that my mother, as such she was, agreed to let my sister 'do  
it'.

I watched, as the doctor lathered my shaft with clear grease; as another part 
of  the machine came to life.  

Then to my horror, I saw my sister's hand sliding some metallic looking tube  
over my cock. I was petrified, as I continued to see her holding onto to this 
 diabolical instrument of death. I could only think that they were getting 
ready  to cut my dick off. I was so scared that I couldn't even protest no 
matter how  hard I  tried.

Shortly, it all became all to clear. The metal tube was pulled against my 
hairs,  sealing itself to my skin. It instantly began a pulsating and thrusting 
motion.  In like manner, the probe in my ass began to massage and palpitate my 
prostate;  the two robotic hands on my nipples began sending tickling 
sensations throughout  my chest and stomach. I was getting 'milked'.  

After several minutes, I was in a blissful state of mind; as the machine and 
its  integrated parts worked to bring me to an orgasm.  

I let go with an ear splitting scream as what seemed (felt like) pint after 
pint  of cum was elicited from my body. It was the most protracted orgasm I'd 
ever  had.

Soon, the doctor's voice came rumbling through the speakers by my head; "
well,  your physical exam is all done. Just like I said, eleven minutes to the  
second."

The tingly sensation in my nipples was gone, the probe fell dormant and there 
 didn't' seem to be any movement on the metal sleeve covering my  dick.

"Good son, you've done real good", dad said into the intercom.  

Then the voice of the doctor reverberated in the tunnel saying, "while the  
machine processes your samples, I'm just going to leave you there for awhile.  
Although your physical examination is complete, your mother and father desire 
to  see if you can in fact produce any more sperm samples, which may or may 
not be  kept frozen and used in future programs throughout the  country."

I yelled, 'DAD NO DAD!" but to no  avail.

The metal tube came to life, as did the anal  probe.

"Not to worry big brother, I'm staying right here with you while them guys 
all  go out for a coffee", said my sister with a gut wrenching  laugh.

Left inside this machine, for who knows how long? What if something goes 
wrong?  What if I need immediate help? What lesson am I to learn from this? Is 
this not  a waste of  time?

Those questions and more filled my head, as I looked into the monitor to see 
my  sister's hand surround my  scrotum.

To Be Continued…       



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