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The Dark Experiments

Chapter 1: Ensnarement

The years of my youth seemed to pass by without my knowledge. I didn't grow up in a broken household, though it wasn't as near to a loving family as I desired. Ever since I could remember my parents spent as much time apart as possible, between essentially sharing responsibility for me like a burden rather than a blessing. They intentionally scheduled their multiple job shifts at labor and office workplaces to avoid each other, and I fit somewhere in between. I was the expected outcome of a 'family life', of a life lived. Another check box marked off-car; check, house; check, child; check. Nothing more but nothing less, at least.

As I progressed through my school years, nothing ever really happened. My life wasn't so good as to be able to travel or have really any memorable experiences, but it also wasn't marred by tragedy. Nothing ever happened by which I could mark time, it just endlessly progressed, relentlessly stripping away arguably the best years of my life without me even knowing what I was losing. Time is, as they say, a cruel mistress.

So here I find myself, 22 years old with no spouse, minimal social connections and a dead-end service job that I most likely only have because I was the only applicant. No college or university education, no real passions, hobbies or talents. Those things require money to nurture, and whereas most people work to finance their loves in life, I work to finance my very existence. I make just as much as I spend for the most basic living you can imagine, and it seems this is as far as I'll ever make it. I suppose you could say I'm waiting for an opportunity, biding my time and pushing myself on in the hope that someday I'll get a lucky break.

Today just might be that day. I woke up to a simple text message, since I have a phone incapable of Internet access, and no computer. I opened it to find what seemed like a simple advertising message, one meant to hook people in with the promise of quick cash for something of theirs in return. While I'm not well off by any regard, I'm definitely not desperate enough to trade something for a tenth of its value. I learned my lesson with that long ago. But this message was different.

"A medical trial?" I said to myself in my half-awake state, staring at the screen to make sure the words were right. The message continued onto the second page, where I went numb and adrenaline flushed through my veins. I could only stare at the five-digit figure sitting there on my screen. How could they offer such a huge amount of money in return for a medical trial? There had to be some kind of serious catch if that's what they're willing to pay. Probably life-threatening, the kind I'd be wise to stay out of.

With a huff I went to delete the message, but with my finger half pressed on the button to do so, I simply closed to phone with a click and sat on the edge of my bed. Why didn't I delete it? I didn't want anything to do with it, it's just taking up space. I glanced down to the closed phone in my hand, my mind being twisted and pulled by so many internal forces. Imagine what I could do with that kind of money, I thought to myself, almost involuntarily. I could finally move on, jump start my life-it really could be my foot in the door to things I couldn't ever imagine. My heart started pounding again, my brain knowing all too well I was starting to give in to my buried desires for more than where my life ended up. With my breath caught in my throat I opened to phone again and there it was, the same huge number of zeroes. At the end of the message I found the number to call in response to this absurd advertisement.

"I could just call and ask them about it," I conceded with my conscience, "there isn't anything wrong with that. If I feel weird about it, no harm done?" I said to myself, convincing the worries inside of me.

So I clicked on the number with the selection dial, calmed myself down a bit with a deep breath as I stared at the number in the dialer, and rang.

Chapter 2: Terms

That day at work I managed to pry four days off out of my manager, saying that I had to get work done at a hospital, which was true but not the whole truth. They gave it to me begrudgingly, but I would be out of here after the trial anyways so I didn't much care if they planned to fire me. I suppose I could have just quit on the spot, but the apprehension about the trial still held sway over me and I didn't quite feel like risking everything on it. The person that picked up the phone yesterday morning had said it would only take three days at the hospital itself for initial monitoring plus a day for discharge, but I would need to come in every once in a while for a recheck of the trial. She informed me to just bring one pair of clothes, and that I would be taken care of at the hospital for the three days I was there. That checked out to me at the time. I did ask about the trial itself, what exactly it was being done for and what, very specifically, they were going to do to me. While I may have my eyes fixed on their payment, my body is still very special to me since it will be the only one I get, and I've worked hard to keep it kicking for this long. They explained in some vague details about endorphin and dopamine stimulants for depression and other emotional and physical degradation supplements. To be quite honest, a lot of it went over my head, but I was sure to look out for anything that sounded too suspicious. I didn't find anything.

So here I am, on the bus ride into the downtown area where the hospital in question is located, only doing it almost because I couldn't find a good enough reason not to do it. I got off on my stop, in the parking lot adjacent, glanced down at my phone one last time to remind myself of the name I needed to be asking for.

"Dr. Suarez?" I whispered to myself. I gave a light sigh, clicked away my phone and spirited it into my shorts pocket, and began my walk up.

It is a large hospital, I told myself. I personally have never been here because I couldn't bring myself to ever afford such care. Health insurance is something I cut from my finances long ago because I couldn't pay it every month. There were things I needed that money for right then, like food and shelter, and the promise of recompense should anything happen to me in the future wasn't worth it over those. If I was sick I toughed it out or went to a small clinic; anything short of a broken bone I just let heal naturally. Our city is well known for the medical research done here, but I didn't think I'd ever get to be a part of it.

I sauntered through the automatic doors into the main lobby, and politely asked to receptionist for the name provided to me. She gave me a little bit of a once over with her eyes, and I thought maybe she liked my looks, but without breaking a smile she directed me to an elevator and gave me some pretty detailed and lengthy instructions on what floor and hallways to maneuver to get to the trials location. I thanked her and walked over to the elevator, and heard a small click. It was the kind of noise made by someone not trying to make a noise. I looked out of the corner of my eyes to find the receptionist I had just spoken to on the phone, whispering into the mouthpiece and glance once to me, before putting it down again. I guess that was just telling them I had arrived, though it seemed kind of strange, I thought. The elevator opened and I didn't think much of it.

Upon reaching the top floor of the building, I navigated through the maze of hallways and wards like the receptionist had instructed me to. It took me over to a fairly deserted and eerily quiet section of the floor, off the beaten path from the rest. Upon the door was the name "Herschel Suarez, M.D., Neurochemistry". That definitely sounded above my expertise. I carefully opened the door and was greeted by a fairly small, but completely normal waiting room with the typical office reception at the other end.

I was the only one there.

Before I had even reached the receptionist, she greeted me by name.

"Mr. Amoss?" She said, awaiting my response.

"Yes?" I replied out of instinct.

"It's good to meet you. We spoke on the phone yesterday," She rattled through some drawers behind the glass. "I just need you to fill out these forms. Legal and some personal questions that will better help us get results for the tests we need to perform. And, of course, your bank account information for the payment for your services." She smiled at me. A defusing smile, rather than a sincere one. A smile trained by years of greeting nervous and uncertain patients, I was sure, grounded in empathy.

I thanked her for her time yesterday on the phone, and took the clipboard with the forms and took a seat in the small waiting room. Upon going through the forms, there were the standard fields like name, birth date, gender, and some basic medical history. But then there were some stranger ones as well; sexual activity, average libido measured in weekly masturbation or intercourse, and sexual orientation, to name a few. I had always heard that why an orgasm felt so good was that it released large amounts of dopamine into the brain, and I supposed neurochemistry would deal fairly heavily with that, and a dopamine stimulant trial would probably have that as part of it?

But then I was snapped back out of my worries when I got to the finances section. There it was, that five-figure paycheck. Sex feels good, right? What could be so bad about that and being paid for it?

I filled out the forms to the highest detail I could, and handed them back to the receptionist. "Thank you, we will be out in a moment for you," she said with another defusing smile, and walked off out the back door of the desk room with my information. I sat back down on the same chair and waited but only for thirty seconds until she came back out a side door and asked for me.

"Alright Mr. Amoss, please follow me," She held the door to the back hallways open for me.

"Please, if I'm going to be here for four days, call me Jeremy," I said as I passed through the door. It was just a bland hospital hallways with a number of doors, all of which were closed.

"Jeremy, then, if you would please follow me," She replied as she stepped in front of me with the forms I had just filled out in her arms. I followed her down to the end of a second hallway adjoining the first, into the only open door I had seen so far. It was a simple hospital room bed, with some IV and monitoring machinery, in a sterile examination room. There was a single padded visitor chair against the wall. "Please, take a seat. Dr. Suarez will be with you soon. About your information I have here, all of this information is correct, yes? If we don't have your exact information, it will skew the results and you may be cut from the trial without monetary repayment," She said while thumbing through my files, to my embarrassment.

"Y-yes, it is all correct and accurate," I assured her, stammering a little bit as I remembered to kind of information it asked me to pen down, now falling under her gaze.

"Good!" She exclaimed as she folded all the papers back down flat. "As I said, Dr. Suarez will be with you shortly." There was that defeating smile again, as she backed away and closed the door behind her. I sighed heavily and ran my paws through my fur, feeling my searing blush underneath. They're professionals, I told myself, and they see this kind of stuff all the time. It isn't something to be embarrassed about.

I waited only for about five minutes before the sounds of voices and footsteps pierced the silence outside the door, right before it opened. "Hello, Jeremy. I am Dr. Suarez, though like you I prefer a first name basis-call me Shelly. A little feminine, I know, but I wear it with honor from my family". Shelly was a larger than average bull elk, with his antlers trimmed and restricted to fit standard doorways and cars, like many horned mammals these days. He stood in front of me and outstretched his hand to mine. "Thank you very much for helping us test these new stimulant drugs. Are there any immediate questions you have that I could possibly answer? Keep in mind that many things about the trial have to be kept from you, as per the terms you signed in the paperwork Sharon gave to you out front. This is to keep the tests and trials as free as possible from outside factors, I hope you understand," he said.

"Nice to meet you to, Shelly," I responded, shaking the elk's hand-even though it enveloped my own canine paw. "I do have one; what exactly is this 'stimulant' supposed to do?"

"Well," Shelly started, releasing our handshake. "In layman's terms it stimulates both dopamine and endorphin production and reception, and makes you happy and amenable. It can be used for aphrodisiacs, anti-depression medication, and mental health and autism treatments. There are many uses for such a versatile drug, which is why we have you." He said, pointing at me. "We need to see how far the uses go, and potentially how much positive and negative impact it has on your body."

"But there won't be any lasting effects?" I queried, now a little more concerned with the inclusion of his last sentence.

"Oh not at all! It's completely mental, the drug itself has no effect on your body directly." Shelly replied, with a hint of a glance at the receptionist, though I couldn't make anything of the interaction. "So, ready to get started?" Shelly rubbed his hands together, legitimately enthusiastic to begin his research. I hesitated, but remembering the huge payout and the promise of no physical permanent harm, I conceded.

"All right, I'm ready." I said, a halfhearted smile drawn out of my by the elk's sheer vigor.

"Splendid! Sharon, go get the experimentation room set up for our subject, please." He directed at the receptionist, who nodded and exited the room, shutting the door on her way out.

"Sharon is my assistant in many things, and she will be helping me throughout the four days of trial we have planned. She doesn't talk much, but she is very good with people and very smart as well. I hope you don't mind her silence." Shelly said, as he began work on the IV and monitoring machines by the bed.

"I don't mind. I could use the quiet, too." I said, somewhat really happy to have someone who wasn't going to lecture me, especially in contract to Shelly's effervescent personality.

"Good. Well, Jeremy, I know we just met but I'm going to need you to strip down to your underwear. I need to get you started on the IV drip and laying down in this bed, alright? We will be running some physical tests later but for now, we just need to get you acclimated and settled in." Shelly instructed, waving a hand at my clothing.

"Sure, sure?" I replied, like it was the obvious thing to do, strip down to a single piece of cloth. They're doctors, I reminded myself again. All in a day's work?

Chapter 3: Realization

The room was colder than I realized, now without my shirt or shorts, the air entwining through my fur and brushing through to my glowing skin, flushed with involuntary embarrassment. I held my paws over my nethers by instinct, but Dr. Suarez didn't even bat an eye at my nearly naked form when he finally turned from his attention at the bedside.

"Please, sit." He gestured to the bed, and I slowly did so, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. "Are you afraid of needles at all?" He asked without looking at me.

"I wouldn't say I enjoy them, but they don't frighten me." I replied, as he attached an IV needle to the tubing connected back to the machine.

"That's good then, this should be over soon. Please hold out your left arm." He said, and I obeyed. With a surprisingly gently grasp he held my forearm, located my vein and slipped the needle in with barely a pinch before wrapping it up in medical tap and gauze. "All done!" He yipped excitedly, smiling to me. "Please lay back, get yourself comfortable, we're going to start to stimulants slow so that your body can acclimate over time."

"Alright?" I said, and slowly laid myself back into the hospital bed, resting my head on the thin pillow. "What should I be feeling?" I asked, lost at this point in their world.

"You may feel slightly light headed, that's normal, we are artificially introducing biochemicals into your bloodstream." He said, pulling out a filled syringe from his lab coat pocket and uncapping it. "Just relax and it will pass," he reassured me as he stuck the needle into the IV cap and introduced the fluid into my IV line. My heart started to pound a little bit as faster and I breathed deeply a few times to try and calm myself as I saw the mixture make its way down and into my veins.

Nothing happened. No light headed-ness, no change. I looked up and saw that the syringe was already half empty, and Shelly was continuing to introduce it. My anxiety calmed a little bit and I relaxed my muscles slightly. "There we go," Shelly said as he pulled the now empty syringe from the IV line, "Let me know when you start to feel a change, alright?" He said, standing at the bedside watching my eyes expectantly.

"Hrrmlwaw?" I mumbled. What? I tried again: "Mww?" My mouth wouldn't work. Suddenly my vision starts to darken and I try and reach up to him, but my paw only twitches. I start to panic, unable to express it in any way, but soon it doesn't matter anymore as my whole vision turns to a dark gray and all the sounds start coming from under a thick blanket.

I hear Shelly open the door and call to Sharon, "He's out, come help me." I feel the bed being rolled somewhere, my body limp, little jumbles of feeling and sound pinging into my submerged consciousness, but nothing is there to make sense of them. I feel my body being picked up and put into a weird position, different but not uncomfortable, and a slight pressure on my extremities. That's the last I got before everything went black.

Chapter 4: Physical Stimulation

The first thing to come back to me is my hearing. The sound of waiting, of a clock slowly ticking away where every second is being measured. After that comes my feeling-pressure on my arms, legs, middle and neck. Finally, comes my sight. All I can see is the far side of a room. I try and turn my head but I get nowhere. I try and move my arms and I can't. Finally I get a small amount of use out of my voice. "Whr??"

"Ah!" Comes a voice from behind me. "You're back! I thought maybe I had overdone it there, you were out for twenty minutes, much longer than I thought you'd be. But you look like you're getting over it now. Within five minutes or so you'll be back to full function, though Sharon and I have taken the liberty to limit your motor functions for our tests?" Shelly said, stepping in front of me so I can see him.

"Wh? What h? Have?" I try and murmur out, but Shelly puts a paw up in protest.

"Shhh, Jeremy. Save your energy, you'll be back to yourself in no time. I administered a fast acting but quickly neutralized sedative so that Sharon and I could maneuver you into position for our physical stimulation section of the trials. You see, we've, well, it's not pretty so I'll just tell you-the dopamine and endorphin stimulants we are testing have a positive side effect of causing the body to loosen up in certain areas. It also seems to affect each person differently, and so the questionnaire you filled out was specifically designed to find out where it would affect you. A young, unmated homosexual male canine with a high libido that prefers submissive behavior over dominate."

I blush underneath my fur, every second allowing me further back into the realm of the living. I try and arms and legs again-they seem to be held down by something. I manage enough neck movement to look to my right and see my wrist held in place by a padded thick leather cuff attached to a metal apparatus that, upon following it with my eyes, originates from the whole machination the rest of my body is affixed to. My arms held level with my head, my neck itself in a plush leather collar attached to another section of the device, a padded rung that I'm actually bent over and held horizontal at the waist, my legs spread wide apart and my knees bent at right angles, kneeling on two padded mats, my calves and ankles both held down by leather straps on both legs, my whole body sitting at an easily accessible height.

To my embarrassment and horror I was also stripped of my underwear, completely naked, bent over and bound to this rack.

I rattled the metal apparatus with strain against my bonds, swishing my tongue in my maw to get some feeling back in it, and bubbled out: "What is? This?"

Shelly gave me a quizzical look. "I thought I just explained it? I sedated you so-"

I interrupted him. "No! Why am I locked up? Why am I NAKED?" I started to panic, my heart rate rising and my breathing quickening, to the increased beeps of a heart monitor next to me that I just then became aware of.

"Jeremy, calm down, it's okay, just-"

"No, I want out of this trial now! This was a mistake!" I plead, my voice cracking.

"Sorry Jeremy, but you signed on," Shelly said, holding the paperwork I signed earlier. "We weren't required to disclose the nature of the trials and you're under our medical custody until we deem that the trials are complete, and you're safe to return home, as per your signature." He holds the papers with my clear signature up for a while longer as my eyes dart from him to the papers, before he silently walks around me and out of my vision.

"The stimulants will increase your sensitivity in the area of relaxation, and we need to know how far it all goes. Right now you're our test subject, our cattle. Speaking of which, have you ever seen semen collection from a feral bovine bull? It's quite interesting really; I come from a cattle raising family, so it's something I'm quite familiar with."

My body twitches, trying to find any weakness I can exploit for freedom, but none present themselves. I start to hyperventilate, my heart rate rising even more, realizing that there's now no escape, and I have no recourse.

"P-please, Shelly? Dr. Suarez, just let me out? I'm sorry I wasted your time I-I really am, this isn't for me, man!" I beg to the wall, but I'm met with no response.

Finally, after a time, the bull elk speaks up. "This stimulant is of my own design. I researched it, I got it so far, and now all it needs are these trials. But it can go so far beyond what the government thinks it is useful for, and I just need to show them. But to do that, I needed someone who would come to me. Who would sign themselves over to my care so that I may really find the limits of what my drug can do for people. I assure you, Mr. Amoss, everything we are going to do in the next three days will be perfectly safe for you. Uncomfortable, degrading and unnatural, yes, but still safe. I promise you that, I really do. However, I do not like banter while I work. This is why Sharon works so well with me, in that she doesn't talk much. So I'm sorry to have to do this to you, but in order for me to concentrate, I'll need you to bear it." Shelly says this all in a different tone than the lively elk I had known earlier. This is the mind of a scientist, who wants results. Cold and full of 'for the greater good'. Dear God, what have I done?

I see Sharon come into the field of vision allowed by the tethered collar around my neck, holding a thick leather muzzle.

"Wait! I'll shut up, I'm-MMF!" Shelly's heavy hands sneak up from behind my head and hold my muzzle shut, and Sharon slips the tight muzzle over my nose and maw for Shelly to tighten behind my head and ears. I mumble protest through my lips, trying to shake it off, but they had it cinched down good. Now I was naked, immobile and mute.

"There; sorry Jeremy, but you wouldn't want my hand slipping from lack of concentration, would you? At least, not while I'm inside your colon?" Shelly says with feigned humor.

WHAT? I think to myself in panic, and go stark white under my fur, my body quivering in fear.

"Of course," Says Shelly, with the crinkle of plastic punctuating his voice as Sharon, un-beknownst to me, helps him pull on a cattle rectal examination glove going up to his shoulder, "I'm hoping we'll get further than that."

I'm frantically searching for a way out of my bondage. This guy is insane, I'm yelling in my head, I've got to get out of here! The moment of doom is coming ever closer each second, I've got to! I yank on my cuffs, pull on my legs and wriggle my neck but nothing even budges-there's hardly even a rattle. I'm huffing with exhaustion through my nose, my mouth bound by the muzzle, as I feel one of Shelly's hands on my flank, my heart fluttering with panic as I realize it's here and there's absolutely no escape from him.

"Jeremy, as I said, this is all safe. You have nothing to fear. Sharon, would you be so kind as to administer the stimulant when I give the word, please?"

I hear Sharon pat over to the opposite side, and I realize my IV is still in. I just see the gauze wrapped IV needle on my arm and a few inches of tubing, but I know the injection port is right there.

"Now, Jeremy, in this test we are going to be measuring the delay between IV induction and the onset of muscle dilation," Shelly tells me from outside my vision on the right side, punctuated by the slop and spurt that I know is a generous amount of sterile examination lubricant being applied to his gloved arm, "This might be a little painful at first but once the stimulant kicks in, it will be easy." He almost cooes in my ear.

Like I'm just going to let him abuse my body like this! I'll fight until I can't anymore, you sick physician, I say in my head, steeling myself, though that resolve is shaken and my panic returns when I feel him pull away my tail from my backside, leaving it open and exposed. I hear him swirl the lubricant in the palm of the glove, a mixture of fear, embarrassment and rebellion driving my senses and body to the extreme.

Then, for the first time in my life, someone other than me was slipping into my tailhole. I clenched down as hard as I could, and caused him to stop his progress only a centimeter into me. I breathe hard through my nose with the effort, my ears pinned flat to the top of my head, staring into oblivion before me.

"My, my. Sharon, could you please begin?" Shelly said to her above my heaving back. I braced myself for anything, or at least I thought I did. Nothing much happened for the first few seconds after the elk gave the order, but then suddenly it came. A flush of hotness ran from my heart outwards, making me feel like I would sweat just from being in my own skin. My focus flickered, my eyes grew wide and my throat let out such a pathetic moan such that I would have never thought possible from a male.

"Any second now?" Shelly muttered to himself, and suddenly my resistance began to vanish. His one digit began to slide under my tail again, despite my increased efforts to stop it. I whined with effort, my body quaking with the strain but every second that passed gave me less control over my tailhole than the last. Quickly I felt the rest of his knuckles press against the back of my cheeks, his whole digit now sitting within my unresisting flesh. His free hand ran through the fur on my lower back.

"See, Jeremy? It feels good, right?" He says, trying to be reassuring. My entire being shivers from his hand running through my fur. The pain from his digital penetration starts to quickly subside, and along with that my ability to fight back. Within thirty seconds I completely lose the ability to control my tailhole at all, and can offer nothing with which to fight him as I huff and shake in my bonds, my body on fire underneath my fur from embarrassment and the drugs now coursing through my veins.

"Sharon, could you please jot down 34 seconds from induction to full onset?" Shelly speaks to her. Thirty four seconds? My body has been permanently violated against my will in thirty four seconds. Tears begin to well up in my eyes as I'm overcome with embarrassment. What have I got myself into? No amount of money is worth this torment.

"Jeremy, you still there? I know that wasn't pleasant but everything from this point on should be amazing for you, okay? Remember that none of it will hurt you." Shelly says, trying to comfort me, still scritching my lower back.

Suddenly a massive jolt of electric fire runs along my spine, through my pelvis and into my sheathed penis. My entire body locks up in response, barely even allowing me to breathe. For the first time, my bonds creak a slight amount, subjected to the rigor my body suffered. Finally, after what feels like ages, it dissipates, and I'm left panting and shivering in exhaustion, my heart rate well beyond what it was previously.

"What a spectacular response to such light prostate stimulation!" Shelly exclaims. "Sharon, could you see if he has extended? I can't imagine such an intense reaction wouldn't have caused at least a small amount of involuntary engorgement." The elk continues, like I'm some lab rat, I say to myself with disgust.

Suddenly I tighten up again, this time originating from underneath. "He has, doctor. About four inches." Sharon says from beneath to apparatus. She just touched my cock! Just one touch did that? One light brush on my prostate made me expose four inches? This is going to be too much to handle, I think to myself, they'll break me and I won't be able to stop them!

"Well then, could you stay under and measure his response to this??" Shelly says, and before the words hit me, my mind is filled with lights and fluff. I can't breathe, no muscles in my body will respond, I'm completely rigid as the same white hot fire runs inside my pelvis. He makes it last for ten seconds, but I feel like I would have passed out had he gone a moment longer. The elk finally relents, and I slump into my restraints, my eyes half-lidded and watery as I come back into reality.

"Fully extended and engorged, doctor. Knot and all." Sharon says, as she stands back up to my left. "And a considerable amount of pre-ejaculate as well." She adds.

"Wonderful!" Shelly exclaims, and slowly pulls his one digit from under my tail, eliciting a slight flinch from the rest of my body in natural reaction. "I honestly didn't think it would be this potent in full-grown mammals." He comments to nobody in particular as the elk walks into my view, slightly blurred by my own tears, and squats down to be on eye level with me. He's still wearing the glove.

"Jeremy, I'm glad to see you're still conscious. This next bit will be quite a number more intense than that last session, so I'm going to administer you a constant low stream of epinephrine that will keep you from falling into unconsciousness. I need your reactions, doing these tests with you unresponsive will be a waste of time. Please, try and enjoy this, and just relax." Shelly slightly brushes my cheek with his ungloved hand, feeling the dampness of the tears I've already shed, and simply stands back up and walks out of my vision.

I try and whimper in protest, but only meek and pathetic sounds emerge from the muzzle.

"Sharon, give him a 2ml/min constant drip of epinephrine, please." Shelly ordered. Again, Sharon began working out of sight on his left side, hanging a new bag of fluid and tying it into my existing IV. Almost immediately, I was brought out of my dreary state of being. Every tingle, every molecule of my being was firing at my brain. I began to hyperventilate again, my eyes wide and wild, too much sensation flooding my brain.

"Jeremy, just relax, breathe, don't work yourself up too much or you'll just make it worse." Shelly condemns from behind me. I try to do as he says since the sensation is just too much, and I begin to slowly calm myself down, closing my eyes and breathing deeply, the flood of feeling beginning to subside just enough to be bearable. "Good," he proclaims, "Now we can move on. Remember, just relax." He says, followed by the crinkle of the glove again.

I tighten what muscles of my body I still have control over, and scrunch my eyes closed as I feel the sticky cold lubricated cattle glove press underneath my tail. It's not a digit this time, it's his whole hand! I muffle protests through the muzzle and clench my paws and toes, trying desperately to will my rectal muscles to clamp down and prevent this huge penetration. He works his hand into a cone shape, centimeter by centimeter prying my ring of yielding and uncooperative flesh open. There's no pain, but the sensation is still there and magnified a million times by the stimulant and epinephrine coursing through my body. My head begins to swirl again as the sensations begin to overwhelm me, but there's no tunnel vision. I'm going to be forced to stay awake for absolutely anything he does to me, I scream in my head over the din of colors and chemicals.

Slowly he twists and sinks and squelches an inch, then two inches, then three, and finally? A heavy thud forces a thick stream of pre-ejaculate from my cock, now pulsing with unhinged desire between my thighs. My eyes explode with lights, my head buzzing with sensation, unable to find any recourse as I exhale hotly through my nose, half a muffled moan and half a whimper.

"Good boy," the elk mutters, "good boy..." My body feels like it's drenched in fire. His fist, now resting within my rectum, pressing constantly over my prostate as my body quivers and shudders involuntarily, my lungs and throat not even under my control enough to elicit a whine. I simply sit there, wracked with unimaginable sensation flooding every corner of my consciousness, quivering pathetically with an elk's hand wedged and forced under my tail.

"Alright, let's see how far deep the stimulant has affected your body, shall we?" Shelly says, like there's nothing amiss. With a simple crinkle and squelch the air is forced from my lungs, making me huff and grunt gutterally when he moves his fist three more inches inside of me, sinking up to his wrist in my body.

"Not bad at all. Sharon, please jot down that there is minimal resistance when passing from the rectum to the Sigmoid colon?" Shelly tells her, even as another thick jet of pre-ejaculate joins the pool below me. "And then?" Shelly starts, but is cut off by my loud but unintelligible protest from behind the muzzle.

My eyes widen and tears stream down my face as sensations I've never felt before make their way to my brain amplified unnaturally a million times over. The elk balls his large fist up inside of me, and proceeds to slowly but unforgivingly press forward; one, two, five, eight inches gliding in to rest within my abdomen. His fist and forearm half buried in my gut clearly visible from underneath me, a steady stream of thick, clear pre-ejaculate being shot from my diamond-hard cock until he finally stops, now buried a full foot inside of my backside. Finally my muscles release enough that my lungs begin working again, and I suck in as much air as I can through my nose, my eyes clenching shut and tears dropping to the floor as I feel the sensation of flesh pulled firm around the intrusion. His forearm is so large it's even almost taking up all the space in my pelvic opening. I can't look down but I don't need to-I can feel the buldge as he unfurls his large first deep within my bowels.

"Note that transition from the Sigmoid colon to the descending colon also posed minimal resistance." He said, almost smugly. "How are you doing, Jeremy? I know this is all probably new sensations to you, but you can't tell me they don't feel good, can you? The rectal area has some of the highest counts of nerve endings in the body, and my stimulant?" He trails off as he rotates his arm, slipping it over my prostate and engaging every single one of those nerves, causing me to tighten up and gasp through my nose, "makes them all come alive with such splendid vigor!"

He was right, I thought to myself through my haze of sensation, it doesn't feel bad. It could, under other circumstances, feel good, even. But locked in this device, immobile, muzzled, and with the arm of a huge bull elk I met this morning buried well deeper than I'd ever want something to be under my tail...

Before I could finish my thoughts, the elk chimed in again.

"I'm going to go deeper. I want to see if I can get to his transverse colon. We've come this far without any major resistance, I want to see if it goes further." He said to Sharon.

Please God, no! I yell in my head, trying to murmur out muffled protests and shake my head against the restraining collar before by body is ripped from my control and my cries turn to rough, unintelligible wails of overflowing pleasure and muscle contractions. The familiar crinkle and squelch of the surgical lubricant on the examination glove, the flashes of colored light zipping through my vision and the terrifying feeling of someone else's thick arm spearing into my bowels; and every single tiny sensation flooding back to me, no matter how deep he goes, to wreak havoc on my brain.

Another inch; another two, three, four. Six inches in, and he finally stops. His fist feels like it's right under my ribcage, and I come back from the electric fire in my spine to feel the final pulses of my cock again betraying me with its arousal, breathing heavily and weak in my bonds. The elk unfurls his hand so far into my bowels I think I must be dying, nevertheless the act elicits a few more drops of pre-ejaculate from my cock bobbing incessantly below me.

"Hm, I think this is it? Here." He says quizzically, and I suddenly feel his hand make a shift to the right, quickly sinking another two inches in so my tailhole grips his elbow, forcing out a muffled tight exhale from beneath the muzzle. His fingers prod in the center of my belly, pushing out against the membrane of my intestines and making small buldges in the furred skin of my abdomen.

"I believe the dilation goes further, but I cannot contort my arm in such a way as to reach any deeper." He says, to my exhilaration. "Besides, this is way further inside than anyone would normally wish to experiment, even under the relaxation of the stimulant. But that's the point there, Jeremy, we need to find the upper limits-we need to know what lies beyond the average." Shelly says to me. "Sharon, go ahead and cut the epinephrine, but leave the stimulant."

Sharon does as ordered, even with the elk's arm still buried feet within me.

"Please, go to sleep while we prepare tomorrow's experiment. Remember, this is just day one." Shelly says, and I could tell just from his tone he wore a devil's grin.

Within a few seconds of Sharon pulling the epinephrine from my drip, I start to feel the tunnel closing in on me, but it's not enough to pull me to the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. The elk then begins to draw his arm out from me, slowly but deliberately pushing downwards in my pelvis, running it over my prostate as he withdraws.

My cock goes wild, huge streams of pre-ejaculate roping onto the floor, my eyes turn upwards and I shake in my bondage as he roughly slops the huge appendage out of my bowels. Lights and sensation and then-

Darkness.

Chapter 5: Electrical Stimulation

The beep of the heart monitor pierces the veil of my unconscious stupor. It's slow and comforting almost, in the face of my prior treatment. I slowly follow it and crack my eyelids, my vision blurred but able to take in the dim light from a small lamp in the far corner of the room. I twist my head slightly to find I'm lying in the hospital bed from earlier, my head resting on a pillow. I try and rub my eyes but I'm met with a metal clink-my wrists and ankles are held with leather cuffs and a small length of chain to the bedframe. I groan to myself and flop my head back down on the pillow, the frustration and anger welling inside of me. What have I done to myself? This? Torture, will remain with me for the rest of my life, eating away at my confidence. To be violated so absolutely thoroughly by a stranger, held against my will and humiliated in front of someone. I'm so pathetic...

Just then, in my wallow of self-pity, the door cracked open and the, from my current view, insane, Dr. Suarez walked in. I growled as much as my throat would allow me to, my lips raising in a snarl.

"Jeremy, it's good to see you awake, though you don't look as pleased to see me as I am to see you. I know this all isn't what you expected, but in the end you're the perfect candidate and this research will help so many people. Cancer patients, people witch chronic depression, the elderly and infirm. Does that not mean anything to you?" He looked at me with genuine astonishment, like I was the bad guy in the room.

"It doesn't when you're doing those unspeakable things to me! How could I!" I spat, giving him the best predatory stare I could and tugging at my bonds.

"I had hoped you'd come around when you woke up and saw your body was fine. As I've said before, this is all safe. Here you are, a one in a million candidate for the tests, being paid a great sum of money to essentially have the best sex of your life doing clinical trials for a drug that will help millions of people live better lives!" Shelly said, exasperated, flinging his arms against his sides, "What's so bad about that?"

"It isn't what I want." I respond to him slowly and deliberately through clenched teeth.

"Ah, but it is what you signed up for." He responded, scientifically. We both stare at each other for a while, his clinical eyes piercing into mine, filled with anger. "So, we've come to a point of decision for you," he continued after a while, "You can either continue to fight us and we can simply sedate you into unconsciousness," he tapped on the IV line still in my arm, "Or you can cooperate with us in which case we will only sedate you far enough for compliance. The choice is up to you." He brushed his lab coat off his wrist to expose a watch. "It is currently 8:30PM. Get some rest, and give me an answer in the morning," he said, turning to leave the room, "You've been fed, washed and otherwise taken care of for the night. We start at 6:00AM!" And with that, he shut the door abruptly behind him, leaving just me, my thoughts and the heart monitor to keep me company in the dakrness of the room.

After a few minutes I started to be able to concentrate on other feelings than my anger, and noticed I wasn't hungry nor did I feel or smell of sweat or sex.

"Like a lab rat?" I whine to myself, "What have I done?" My voice cracks and a few tears rolls down my cheeks, my sniffles breaking the silence in the room. I breathe heavy for a few seconds and compose myself, a curiosity burning in the back of my mind taking hold now. I give an exploratory swish of my tail and I can feel it moving under the sheets, eventually perking up the courage to give my tailhole a clench. It responds to me, a little bit sore but intact. I let out a heavy sigh of relief, as I had half expected it to be different in some way, thought I couldn't tell you how. Maybe these were safe experiments, like Shelly kept reminding me; but that didn't make them any less horrific to my mind.

I try and calm myself and get some real sleep. I thought that images of the gruesome experience I had earlier would torment me throught the night, but before I can think any further to myself, my body slumps into a fluffy dreamworld, exhausted from the trials of the day.

But it couldn't last forever. The next thing I knew was the sound of the door opening, and the patter of two pairs of feet on the linoleum floor. It was enough to pull me from my sleeping state, a thin light of the sunrise creeping through the closed blinds.

Damn, I say to myself, that was fast, angry at the universe as a whole.

"Jeremy!" Shelly exclaims, laying a clipboard down on my stomach, "Are you ready for another day? That was rhetorical; what I'm more interested in is whether you're going to work with us or not?" He says, watching me expectantly.

I pin my ears flat on my head and turn away from him, embarrassed at the decision I had come to the night before. "I will?" I say in a meek mumble, blushing from terrible embarrassment under my fur. Shelly leans in near my ear.

"Thank you," he says with sincerity, "we will take it from here. Sharon?" He moves away from me and Sharon walks over to the IV drip from the far side of the room, but I dare not watch. The familiar sound of a syringe being opened, and then silence. Seconds pass before I begin to feel it; my muscles relax down, my vision grows dark but not gone. My heart rate plummets and my breathing slows. Everything is fluffy and in a haze, but I still retain some of my conscious thoughts as they begin to wheel the bed out of the room, little bits of information still coming in from my senses.

I see for the first time two other employees-a large male bear and another bull elk. The elk is younger and as he comes to help wheel me in I see on his lab coat 'Emmanuel Suarez, M.D.'. Great, I think to myself, his son.

The four of them wheel my lethargic body through a doorway and there it is, the hideous device I was trapped in yesterday. Despite the sedative, the heart monitor picks up the pace from beside me. Shelly peers down at me from my side, knowing that I'm scared and nervous, and offers my limp ears a small pet and caress to try and calm me. It doesn't.

They wheel the hospital bed to the left of the restraining rig, and the three males begin to life and maneuver my still naked body. My only resistance is minimal, the sedative still taking a major toll on my functions as they bend and tie my body down in the same exposing and humiliating position as the day before, cinching down the cuffs, straps and collar snugly. This must have been what they did yesterday, too, though I was completely unconscious for it.

"Emmy, could you get the probe and collector, please?" Shelly says to his son, then dismisses the bear from the room shortly afterwards. I hear the young elk come back into the room a small time later and drop off what sounds like a heavy piece of equipment. "Thank you, that will be all." He says to him, and the young bull elk shuts the door on his way out, again leaving Shelly, Sharon and I in the room alone. Shelly steps into my vision, blurred but visible.

"Jeremy, can you hear me? Nod as much as you can if you understand me." He says, crouching down and staring into my half lidded eyes. I nod ever so slightly in response. "Good. While you're working off the sedative, let me explain the trial for today. We need to test sperm production, virility and volume. But again, we need to find the far limits of the stimulant, so we need to run you dry. A simple orgasm won't be enough as that only gives us a small glimpse into the production; instead, we need to 'milk' you, as it were." My heart gives a flutter at his uncompassionate explanation.

Shelly moves out from my vision and fiddles with the machine behind me, and I start to lock up in fear, each second that passes causing me to have more control over my body as the sedative is metabolized. He walks back into my field of vision carrying what looks like a large metal rocket.

"This is a cattle rectal electric probe. In the farming industry it is inserted into the rectum of a feral bovine bull and slowly delivers a safe pulse of electricity that stimulates the muscles of the pelvis, causing what's called electroejactulation. While it's traditionally only used on feral animals, it's been proven to be just as effective and safe on anthropomorphic mammals as well.

My lips and tongue begin to come back to me, their numbness fading, and I try and ask, "Will it? Hurt?" in slurred speech.

"No my boy it won't. Not in the traditional ideas of pain, anyways. It forces your muscles to contract and provides an intense stimulation to your prostate. It's an effective tool even without the stimulant, and today we get to see how far it can go with it." Shelly grinned almost manically at me. I could tell he was excited, but the more he reached into the realm of joy, the further I sank into the depths of fear. Simply having him touch my prostate yesterday was enough to knock me unconscious, and I began to panic at what kind of insanity I'd be forced to endure with that thing inside me. Never mind the fact that it was made for a full-grown bovine bull and here I was, just a small canine.

He ruffled the fur on my head and walked off again with the probe. I began to shake in fear as I heard clicks and switches going on behind me.

"Sharon, please begin the regimen, same as yesterday, but also administer the inhibitor." Shelly spoke, and Sharon moved to my IV. "The inhibitor, Jeremy, will prevent you from reaching orgasm during the experiment. We need you to be able to constantly provide us with semen, and the chemicals released during an orgasm prevent that. You'll feel like you're right on the edge but won't be able to get that last bit. It will probably be the most uncomfortable feeling of this experiment, I'm sorry to say." Shelly informed me. I don't really know what the feeling he was trying to convey was, but it still frightened me more than the probe, especially with his warning.

Suddenly my skin flushed like it did yesterday. The heat radiating through my veins, starting at my chest, making me begin to pant instinctively. As the heat sank into my muscles and my body began to relax, again the disgusting, pathetic groan came from my throat as my neck and chest muscles gave in. The heat of my blush added to the fire from the stimulant and I shut my eyes to the world, too embarrassed to look at anything. Then the epinephrine hit me, and my heart rate doubled in an instant. I sucked in a gasp as my body quivered, the overloading sensations of warring chemicals in my body wracking me to my bones.

"If you can't even be quiet during the chemical onset?" Shelly began, and I knew he was about to muzzle me again.

"Wait!" I gasp out, "I'll be quiet this time! I - gyuh! - I promise you?" I begged. I actually begged him to have mercy on me, to not mute me like he did yesterday. There was a pause.

"Since you agreed to work with us, I'll give you a chance, Jeremy." Shelly said. "But anything more than a peep out of you and I'll have to do it, understand? For your own safety." He rationalized. I nodded hurriedly in agreement, not wanting to even chance the word.

The heat continued to soak my body. This feeling was slightly more intense than yesterday; did they increase the dosage?

"Alright, we're going to begin. It's been a full minute, you should be well under the effects of the stimulant now." Shelly said to both me and Sharon.

From behind me came the sounds of the surgical lubricant being applied. A cold, sticky squelching as it was rubbed over the metal, unforgiving cattle probe. From what I saw earlier it was probably four inches across and a little more than a foot long. A hugely scary sight knowing it would be forced into your body, but tempered by the fact that it was no larger than the elk's arm that was situated much deeper in me the prior day.

I breathed deeply, keeping my jaw clamped. The elk moved my tail away, making me stare at the floor in embarrassment. Here it comes...

The cold, lubricated nose of the probe prodded under my tail, smearing the thick viscous gel over my tailhole. My breathing stopped, I pinned my ears to my head and clenched my eyes shut, and the elk pushed. My bonds rattled as the round nose of the probe slowly slipped through my loose tailhole, the cold metal of it sliding across the hot membrane of my rectum, making sure I could feel every millimeter of it as the colors returned to my vision under my eyelids. I had taken three inches of it before the tapered tip stopped, and my tailhole was stretched to the full four inch diameter of the probe.

"The hard part is over," Shelly cooed, rubbing my lower back again, making my fur stand on end, "now for the rest." He said, and immediately began putting more pressure on the probe. It began to sink in, a gasp and grunt escaping my clenched muzzle as the probe suddenly put pressure on and dragged across my prostate. I couldn't feel anything else other than the electric white fire of pleasure as it did so, but I knew my cock was quickly spearing from my sheath despite my wants for it to remain still.

"Halfway in, just relax," Shelly muttered, "just be a good boy..." He chimed over my shaking and whimpers. I hadn't breathed in what felt like ages-I couldn't. My body tensing from the pressure on my prostate affected even my chest, and I couldn't control it enough to suck in a breath. I could only hope to get it over with before I passed out from lack of oxygen.

Finally, with a jarring thump, the whole of the cattle probe was situated going through my rectum and colon, the cold metal making me just aware of how far it was stuck inside of me, though it quickly began to warm with my body heat. Shelly gave it a reassuring push, just to make sure it was firmly seated, forcing a grunt from my throat while I sucked air down in ragged gasps through my open jaw.

"Fuck..." I rasped out, saliva dripping from my tongue to join the ropes of pre-ejaculate that I had already pasted onto the floor below me. I could feel my cock throbbing, completely free from its sheath and stark red with need.

"Sharon, if he's fully engorged, go ahead and attach the collector." Shelly said. Fear began to rise in my chest once more. This was a piece of machinery I had not seen, and it obviously dealt with my most sensitive body part. Sharon knelt on my side and gripped behind my throbbing knot with a gloved hand, forcing me to clamp my muzzle shut before the enormous moan escaped from my throat. My whole body tensed and my eyes rolled back in my head from the stimulation, but before I knew it she had slipped a rubber-lined device over my shaft and knot completely, and retracted her hand.

"No need to worry Jeremy, it's just an average canine penis pump designed to collect your ejaculate." Shelly said, knowing I hadn't yet seen to device like I had with the probe. I didn't respond to him, and kept my mouth shut for fear of making a noise he didn't like, but I still breathed heavily through my nose. The colors began to fade and my heart rate dropped slightly as I sat there with these two machines ready to work my body, but neither of them running.

"I'm going to start everything slow for you, Jeremy. You may feel a slight tingling..."

It was way more than a tingle. I whined quietly as my entire pelvic area burst into a prickling heat; not uncomfortable, but very different than anything I had ever experienced. I shut my eyes to try and combat the flush of heat that the sensation brought to my head. Within a few seconds the feeling dissipated, and I realized that my muscles had been slightly tense the whole time, without me ever being aware of doing it. As the feeling inside my pelvis faded, the latex lined tubed around my cock began to tighten. I grunted a little and grit my teeth as the suction put pressure on my knot and made me shoot a light rope of pre-ejaculate, but dissipated the same way the fire in my belly did earlier.

Then it came back, but more intense. The rippling electric fire coursed through my prostate and into the muscles between my legs, quickly surpassing the level it was at before, making me huff out in panic, doing my best from crying out before the feeling peaked and began to lower again. I figured it out then-the machines were working in rhythm! One would electrify my insides and the other would pump my seed from my body, and they probably wouldn't be stopped until the elk was sure I had given everything I could...

My thoughts were driven from my head as the pressure started again on my knot and shaft, quickly working up to a light squeeze. Under the stimulant it felt like the fire of an orgasm already, my head swimming and my vision splotched with purple and blurred. My muscles contracted in a natural reaction to the pressure, squirting a much thicker rope of pre-ejaculate into the device, a tube connecting it to a reservoir out of sight to me. God damn it, I thought, I'm going to be worked and milked like a cow...

My lower half almost completely tensed up as the probe snuck up on me, lost in my thoughts. I let out a sudden yowl but cut it off half way and turned it into a meek yip, not wanting to be muzzled. My breaths had to come in ragged and short, as the contraction spread into my abdomen now, the electricity quite a bit stronger than before. The clear pre-ejaculate I had been giving up until now became tinged with a diluted white as I saw it travel through the clear tubing below me. It's begun.

"Sharon, please note that the subject started releasing sperm three pulses into the cycle." Shelly dictated, running his hand through the fur on my flank, feeling my tensing muscles beneath. "What splendid response? Also note that the subject experienced contractions well beyond normal levels of response when coupled with the stimulant. It seems that it also increases the muscles' response to electrical stimulation?" The elk muttered, completely enamored with my body's forced reaction.

The electricity dwindled, and I knew what came next. The pressure started on my knot, and rose, and rose some more, until I thought I couldn't take it any longer. Between the insane treatment I had the day before without an orgasm and the combination of the probe and milker, I thought for sure I was going to pop with my knot being squeezed like this. I pulled on my restraints, grit my teeth and clenched my eyes shut, feeling like I was right on the precipice of release? And couldn't go any further. My breaths became fast and shallow, unable to form words in my throat, trembling with absolute need that went beyond rationality. But my release never came-this is what he was talking about. Being trapped right on the edge, unable to go the one millimeter further into a land of cosmic bliss.

It was the absolute worst feeling in the world.

I thrashed, quivered, tensed and pulsed, but nothing in my power could make it stop. I tried to beg for release, but couldn't find enough air or control over my throat to utter the words. This was torture. Nothing prior could compare. After about five seconds in this nightmare, my vision began to lose color, outlines faded, and I slipped into an ethereal consciousness where nothing existed but my burning absolute need for release.

And then the pressure began to subside. I was pulled back from this fuzzy world and heaved air into my lungs. My eyes tried to focus on the wall in front of me and found difficulty in doing so. My body trembled with exhaustion and excruciating effort at the same time.

"Sharon, please shorten the time at peak pressure, it seems that was a little too much for him." Shelly said, and I thanked God for it. I didn't know if my mind could have taken anything beyond that.

But the probe remained unchanged. It built up its voltage, sending it straight through my prostate and pelvis and directly into the muscles behind my cock. I clamped everything as hard as I could as the first tear of the day ran down my cheek. It quickly went beyond what it had been previously and felt like I was being set on fire from within, a buzzing flame of unspeakable sensation. It peaked, and I would have screamed if I had any control over my lungs. My fists threatened to draw blood from my palms and the leather cuffs and straps creaked under the strain my body put on them, my toes curling back onto my footpads involuntarily. I couldn't feel anything below my upper chest except the fiery ball of sensation, but I could see the silicone tube from the milker fill with a more intense white below me and knew my body was taking a real beating, even if I wasn't aware of it.

Then the sensation began to subside, and I regained control of my lungs, heaving breaths in and out as fast as I could, mumbling to myself, "F-fuck..." in between ragged gasps.

I finally caught enough breath between being wracked with sensation to blurt out, "How much more?" to the room in general.

Shelly walked into my vision and crouched down, but didn't say a word and simply looked into my eyes as the milker began its contraction on my knot. I grunted, the world spun and the sensations were even more intense than before and I began to feel myself quickly sink into a stupor before the pressure eased off. The pressure was getting stronger but indeed Sharon had reduced the time I was subjected to the maximum, which sadly prevented me from being knocked out. As my vision came back I refocused on Shelly, who had watched me writhe through the whole ordeal.

"There's 25 levels to the cycle; that was 5." He said, with what could have been described as a devilish grin. My eyes went wide, and my body prickled with fear, but not for long as the probe began its sixth cycle, still painfully aware of the elk's eyes watching my twisted expressions.

My body began to tense like it had done before, but was sent into such a rigor that it began to tremble uncontrollably. My lungs refused to cooperate, and even my neck started to tense from the intensity. The whole restraining apparatus creaked under the force. I could move my eyes down enough to see the tubing of the milker now a solid bright white for the few feet that was visible to me. My body was so tense that it felt as if my muscles would tear themselves apart, and the feeling screaming from my prostate situated directly under the probe would have instantly pushed me unconscious if not for the epinephrine. I was trapped in an ever intensifying cycle of torment, and only God would know where it would lead.

Through the peaking of the probe, I could hear Shelly ask Sharon, "What's he at?"

"200ml, doctor." She responded, referencing how much semen they had collected from my tortured body.

"Fascinating. Let's continue, shall we?" He said, as the probe released its death grip on my body only to be replaced with the tightening of the milker. Again my vision began to flicker, but before I could find an escape in the darkness, it began to relent. More tears added to the dampness on my cheeks, as I stifled a pathetic sob, my body being brutally ripped from my control as the probe began its seventh cycle.

On and on this went, the horrifying feeling of being stopped the moment before orgasm wracking my body again and again and again. My mind teetered on the edge of unconsciousness and insanity with the increasing pressure on my knot, and my body produced a seemingly constant flow of semen flooding from my cock.

Ten, fifteen, twenty? The cycles ticked away, each one more intense than the last. By 21 my fur is matted with sweat from exertion, I've cried all I could and have formed a small pool of tears below my nose on the floor. From my thighs to my belly deeply aches with strain, and I don't even want to see what my poor cock looks like. I can still sense pressure from it all, but the finer feeling in my pelvis long ago faded into numbness from the electricity. My tongue and lips drip saliva in response to being unable to swallow during the cycle peaks, and I gasp for air any moment I can. My body hangs limp in the restraints when it's not being forced to nearly tear itself apart one way or another.

Cycles 22 and 23 pass, each one forcing me closer to unconsciousness, even through the epinephrine.

"It seems he's reaching his limit." Shelly says from behind me. I had even forgotten they were there, I was so concentrated on myself. "It seems 25 will be the perfect number to let him release on."

I care not for their words, I can't expend the mental effort to understand them in my groggy state. Shelly comes into my vision for the first time since cycle five, and crouches down to my disheveled and distant eyes.

"This has obviously been difficult for you, Jeremy, but we are almost done. You managed through the 23rd cycle just now, which means you only have two more. On cycle 25, we're going to remove the inhibitor. Do you know what that means you need to do for us?" He asks, checking my pupils and other signs. I give no meaningful response, so he continues his explanation.

"It means we need you to orgasm during cycle 25. I'll call it out to you, okay? Do you think you can do that for us?" He questions of me, reaching to my tear stained face and lifting it gently so my eyes meet his. I give a miniscule nod and he carefully lets my head rest back down in the restraining collar. "Good, I'll let you know when. Just make it through this next cycle." And with that he walks off behind me again.

The electricity starts back up inside my bowels after pausing for his instructions. I tense, then twitch, then fling out against my bindings. My jaw locks up, my neck strains and saliva spills from my clenched teeth. My body stops breathing, my heart rate spikes dangerously, and my arms pull against the cuffs as my fingers clench into mangled fists outside of my control. I don't even know what my legs are doing; I lost feeling in them about ten cycles ago. My vision begins to shift into a silent white, my hearing starts to fade and the burning in my abdomen feels like it could cut through steel. The epinephrine keeps my mind awake but it's a losing battle until suddenly the voltage starts to lower, and I slowly gain control back of my body, so exhausted I'm barely able to return air into my lungs.

Then the milker starts again. "Last one, Jeremy, and then you can orgasm." Says Shelly from behind me, and with that encouragement I force myself to tough it out. My knot feels as if it's in a vice grip, I feel I'm about to explode from my lack of orgasm. Like an immovable object and an unstoppable force have collided inside my pelvis and I'm going to be ripped apart from their ensuing battle.

The pressure begins to subside and I come back from the edge once more, too tired to even tremble with exertion. Sweat drips from my fur and I pant raggedly; thick, dehydrated saliva slipping from my tongue.

"Alright, Sharon, remove the inhibitor. Jeremy, this is 25. You won't orgasm from the probe, but when the milker comes on this time, give it everything you've got, and you'll be through for the day. I know you probably can't feel it but I'm here." He says, and I feel a very slight pressure on my back, gently massaging me compared to the torment I have been forced to endure over the last two hours.

Then the probe comes back on, and I feel my heart flutter. I only have enough energy to sit there and bear it-I can't even grunt or whimper as my body slowly locks up around me. My lungs slow and then stop, and I'm left at the mercy of the cattle probe, like I'm being frozen alive while my body is on fire. I feel some small pops and twinges of pain, and realize it's my muscles reaching their breaking point, the fibers starting to split from the insane amount of strain they've been put through. My bones creak in their sockets, my ligaments screaming at whatever part of my brain will still listen, though it's no use under the onslaught of electricity pulsing through my pelvis. Each moment feels like a thousand, but eventually before the tunnel can fully close in around me, the probe relinquishes and my body comes back, slowly, battered and beaten, under my own limited control.

I can hear behind me Shelly let out a relieved breath. "I didn't know if you'd make it through that, Jeremy. You did very, very well. Sharon, jot down that forced semen extraction ceased halfway through cycle 25. Jeremy, this one is all you."

I can feel the milker begin it's contraction upon my shaft and knot. I take some deep breaths with whatever energy I can muster before I lose control of my respiratory system, though they come through broken and raspy and grit my teeth down hard, straining my jaw muscles.

The pressure increases like I have never felt before. Right at the apex of the pressure, my loins burn with the familiar unstoppable force of a building, white-hot orgasm, but where it had stopped right on the edge until now, the sensation finally made the tiny extra distance it needed to push me over the edge.

Despite the tightness of my body, I inhale deeply, tendons and blood vessels all throughout my body clearly visible through my fur and skin. My maw gapes with a silent scream into the world as all of the pent up arousal from the last two experimenting sessions floods out of me. My muscles strain and tear, small tingles all over my body as the fibers snap, and the first wave of absolute, uncompromising pleasure, amplified to searing heights by the stimulant, smash into my brain. My whole body goes numb and cold, I don't feel anything other than the pulse of my cock and the swelling of my knot. My vision goes completely black, my hearing fails me, and even if I could remember to breathe I wouldn't have even been able to in the face of such overwhelming pleasure. The cuffs around my arms and legs creak as another wave of pleasure erupts from between my legs to smash my senses into oblivion. Then another, as a weld on the apparatus shears from my orgasmic rigor. I feel a joint pop dully as it dislocates under my straining muscles, but it barely registers in my mind. The final pulse from my cock and the wave of pleasure surges up my spine, my body utterly and completely spent and destroyed in every sense of the word. My vision slowly starts to return as I almost asphyxiate myself from my own orgasm, tinged purple and blue as the unspeakable pleasure begins to slowly dwindle. Another five seconds of constricting rigor and I slump in the bonds, the broken weld clanging against the rest of the bars. I'd have tried to escape, but the prison of exhaustion I had been locked into was more secure than any physical bonds. My body vibrates with hot pink afterglow, my vision a wash of rainbow colors and my ears ringing, my eardrums pounding with my heartbeat as I instinctually gasp for air to try and keep myself afloat in the sea of indescribable sensations.

"Sharon, cut the epinephrine and the stimulant. Let the poor thing rest," I hear from half-consciousness, "we'll remove the probe and collector once he's out, I don't think he could take it in his current state."

Suddenly, like supports had been yanked from under me, I fell into the cool embrace of unconsciousness. I wasn't forced there like yesterday from an overflow of sensation, this was unconsciousness brought about by absolute and total exhaustion beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life.

It was the best sleep I could have ever asked for.

Chapter 6: Aftershock

I slept until I woke up on my own, and alone. Nobody there to rob me of my senses or force me into submission. It was a relieving break from the torment of the last two days upon both my body and mind. For the first time I looked around the room and picked up small details that told me it was the same room I had been in twice before-once when I first foolishly accepted the IV into my arm and another when I woke up yesterday. This now marks the third time, though the difference was that I wasn't restrained.

Also, I noticed for the first time, there was no clock in the room and my personal belongings like my phone and cheap watch, along with my clothing, had been removed. It was probably done on the first day but I never noticed. Looking achingly out the windows I could tell it was probably sometime in the afternoon, but couldn't make much more than that. From the bed I also saw the window itself was security glass, a good indication of what kind of experiments were performed here if breaking out of a 15th story window was a better alternative.

I tried to sit up and rasped in pain. When the tightening in my chest and back subsided, I took some deep, calming breaths and tried to reach down with my hands to steady myself. One arm was in a sling and the other had a gauze bandage over the palm of my hand. I also still had my IV line in, and upon some closer scrutiny, seemed to be delivering only saline.

I gently and slowly uncovered the lower half of my body from the hospital sheets to see that I was indeed still naked. My cock was back in my sheath, and while I was terrified I might not see the same appendage I remembered, I tried nevertheless to pull my it down slightly with my free arm. While sore and a little darker red than it had been before, it seemed intact. From what I remembered, I wouldn't have been surprised if it had simply exploded.

My legs seemed mostly without issue, though my footpaws looked slightly swollen. I maneuvered myself, with much wincing, to the edge of the bed and swung my legs slowly over to the floor, grunting dryly as every joint in my legs creaked audibly in protest. The door, I thought to myself, I need to try the door!

I scooted my bum from the edge of the bed and put weight on my legs-that didn't seem to exist. I crumpled to the floor with a hard thud and a sharp cry before I could stop myself, pulling the IV drip down to crash beside me. Shit, I thought in my head, they definitely heard that. I looked down at my legs with terror and tried to move my toes, which wouldn't cooperate. I rotated my body, with much pain, to bang my footpaw against the bed wheel closest to it, and felt nothing.

Almost on cue, the sounds of feet at a run echoed through the hall. The door slowly opened a crack and I stared into one of Dr. Suarez's eyes.

"Jeremy?" He cautioned, before throwing the door open and running to my side. "Don't move! Your body is still recovering, you could cause lasting damage if you strain in your condition!" He pleaded at me.

"I can't even feel my legs! You've paralyzed me!" I screeched out, my dry throat cracking on every word.

"Of course not! The feeling in your legs just hasn't recovered, I promise you'll have no lasting nerve damage. Your reaction to the electrostimulation was way beyond what I anticipated, and it in turn affected your body much worse that I imagined it would. Here, let us help you back into the bed and we can talk, okay?" He begged, with his hands over me.

I hesitated for a while, measuring my options. There didn't seem to be any. "Okay," I conceded, "help me back up."

Shelly motioned to the rest of the staff standing outside the door, including his son and the bear I had seen that morning through my sedation. They rolled me over onto my back, the handling of my naked body causing me to blush slightly under the circumstances, and through many yelps and scolds, got me back onto the soft-enough hospital mattress.

"Fuck... I hurt all over. What the hell did you do?" I say, laying back down with a pained grunt. Shelly motioned his staff out of the room, leaving only me and him.

"First, Jeremy, let me tell you that your performance this morning was extraordinary. I couldn't have dreamed you'd have been this strong and resilient, or take to the stimulant so well. The whole of the experiment I sat watching you in awe, sure that you would crack and go under at any moment, but you persisted and stayed with it through the whole ordeal. Every minute we spend with you is like a year of traiditonal research. Thank you." He said. I could see in his eyes he meant it, though his sincerity was misplaced on me.

"Not like I had a choice. You kept pumping adrenaline into me and forced me to take it?" I whimpered, with glossy eyes staring away from the elk's. I couldn't look into them, not without reliving the excruciating experience I had this morning.

"But you did have a choice. Remember, right at the end, I asked you to tough it out for just a little while longer? And you chose to do it. You could have gone, if you had wanted to. But you fought it, and made all of the pain before that worthwhile. If we hadn't gone to 25 cycles, all of the data would have had to be ignored. You chose to make it count," he continued, and I twitched a little as he put his large hand on my head, "and I really do thank you for that."

A small silence followed his gratification, within which I just enjoyed the gentle caresses he offered me. I was a little disgusted at myself, enjoying attention from the man that just forced unspeakable things on me, but I was taking anything I could get.

Finally I spoke up, "So what's all this?" I say, gesturing to the sling and the bandages. He removes his hand.

"It was really quite amazing, though slightly terrifying. The sling is because you managed to dislocate your right shoulder with how much you were pulling on it. The bandages on your left paw are because at your orgasm, you gripped your fist so tightly that you cut your palm with your claws. The same would have happened to your right hand had your shoulder not dislocated before that. You also have a lot of bruising where the restraints were, so your neck will be stiff for a while more; same with your wrists and calves." Shelly sighed, and continued.

"You tore about 12% of the total muscle fibers in your body, way more than an average competitive weightlifter during peak training. You will be extremely sore and painful for a number of days after this. It was something I didn't think we'd have to worry about, but your reactions have been so far beyond our expectations. Your legs are simply numb from the intensity of the reaction; the nerves in your lower back and below your waist were just overloaded. You'll have feeling back in them in a few hours." Shelly stopped, and didn't offer me more. I knew he was aware of it, but didn't want to be the first to bring it up. He had skipped a crucial section of the rundown.

"So," I say, without embarrassment, "is my cock okay?" I couldn't be embarrassed about it. I wanted a straight answer, and in fear of what may be told to me, there was no room for bashfulness.

"Ah, yes, well... It seems that a number of capillaries and blood vessels burst during the last experiment, but by and large your equipment is undamaged. Just a little sore, which will dissipate within a few hours as well. The coloration may be a little different than before, though. Slightly darker." He said, bracing and wondering what reaction I would have.

A flood of relief washed over me, the worst of the news out of the way, and I sank slightly more into the sheets as my body relaxed that much further. I didn't care if it was a darker shade of red, so long as it was there.

"How long did I sleep for? And why no cuffs this time?" I asked, unaware of the time or even the day, waving my free arm as much as I could without pain. Shelly seemed to perk up a little with the passage of the subject.

"About nine hours. It's just past 5:00PM now, and the experiment concluded at around 8:00 this morning. We have nothing else planned for the day and I had expected you to sleep through until tomorrow, with how exhausted you were following the experiment. We gave you a good wash as you were dripping with sweat, examined you for any major injuries and bandaged anything we found. We've also been running you a saline IV to treat your dehydration as a result of the trial, but can't offer you any pain medication I'm sorry to say. As for the restraints, we figured you wouldn't be too much of a flight risk in your current condition, but we locked the door just in case." Shelly added, pulling the sheets from under my limp legs and covering me with them, which for some reason slightly comforted me. At least for now, it said, nothing bad was going to happen.

"Get some rest and heal as much as you can, I've scheduled the last test for tomorrow afternoon." Shelly said, walking to the door and shutting off the lights. Before closing the door completely though, he stopped and added, "By the way, you have some impressive strength. You managed to shear a weld on the restraining rack this morning. If you worked at it, I'm sure you could become quite the physical specimen."

And with that, he walked out and closed the door, followed with a light click as the external lock slid into place. I couldn't even get to the door, I thought to myself, but I guess they're not taking any chances this far in. I turn my head as much as I can with my stiff muscles and gaze out the window. I feel like a prisoner, beaten and broken and pathetic. I watch the cars and people outside on the road and wonder; would they help if they knew what was happening to me? Would I have helped someone if the roles were swapped? I wonder what he meant by a 'physical specimen'. I became aware of my eyelids beginning to slip over my vision.

'I guess I'm more tired than I thought,' is the last thing that passed through my battered mind before I fell into a deep slumber once again.

Chapter 7: Chemical Stimulation

I probably could have slept for a few more days, my body forcing me to stay unconscious as it tried to repair the damage naturally. I was awoken the next morning by Shelly gently calling my name, pulling me from under the serene waves of oblivion.

"Jeremy, wake up my boy," he said, "We've got to get you ready."

My brain takes a moment to process the information; where I am, who this is, ready for what. Then I remember the last two days, and the heart monitor makes its presence known and I try and sit up in the bed, grimacing at the pain. For the first time since I came here, Shelly looks at it with a slight concern.

"It's okay, Jeremy, just calm down." He says, pushing me down again gently by the shoulders. "We're not going to sedate you or anything this time, but we will need to restrain you. But just lay there, you won't have to move at all." He says, and I take some ragged deep breaths, the monitor's beeping slowing. Shelly gives me an almost caring look as he goes back to helping Sharon get my sheets and bandages off, and removes the sling from my right arm.

"You'll still be stiff and a little painful, but there shouldn't be any major pain from the dislocation." He says, slowly extending my arm to rest against my side. He moves to the far side of the room and opens a cabinet from a row and pulls out four free medical leather cuffs and tie-downs. I give my pawtoes an experimental wiggle and they respond.

This is it, I think to myself. I'm somewhat healed and I can feel my legs, and the door is open. I can make a break for it right now, before they tie me down again and put me through the wringer, because this time it may not be me that comes out the other side.

I make a quick rise, ignoring the searing pain from my muscles, about to swing my legs off the side of the bed and sprint-

Shelly's large hand grips my shoulder, not letting me go any further, but also not shoving me back or holding me down. I turn my head to the side as much as I can and see him from the corner of my vision, my body trembling in fear and anticipation.

"Listen to me, Jeremy." He says, with a serious tone. "If you run now, you get nothing. I get nothing. We both lose. You'll have been hurt for nothing, and I will have lost the biggest opportunity of a lifetime. You run now, and everything you've been through will be in vain. You'll go back to your unfulfilling job, waiting for another chance to escape. I'm giving you your that right now, and all you've got to do is bear this one last trial. One more." His grip weakens on my shoulder, going from a restraint to a comfort. "Please, Jeremy. Then it's all over and we can both start a new life."

Shelly drops the cuffs on the bed and walks around in front of me, his hand still on my shoulder, shortly joined by another on the opposite side. He rounds in front of my face, his eyes inches away from mine, misty with the beginnings of tears.

"I beg you, sir." He cracks. I think of everything I can do with the trial payment. Everything I can leave behind. In ten years from now, will I have regretted running from this opportunity? What if I never get another?

I think about it for what seemed like forever, every so often glancing back into the elk's eyes. I slowly start to roll and lay back on the bed, my muzzle a little ajar, never breaking eye contact with Shelly as his hands guide me. "One more." I say, barely a quivering whisper. He nods in knowing response, and breaks our moment together.

I stare at the ceiling, a tear rolling down my cheek, choking back a sob and hating myself for my decision as one wrist is tied to the bedframe. My second wrist is next, followed by my ankles. Here I am again, I say in my head, but for the last time as I feel the leather pulled taught against my fur. I give them an inquisitive pull, and receive no give. I start breathing deeply, in through my nose and out through my mouth to combat my growing fear, at the elk's mercy once again.

"What happens this time?" I quiver out to him, the elk working at the far side of the room, his back to me.

"This is the final portion of the trials, my boy. A chemical stimulation threshold test. We gave you 15ml of the stimulant on day one, and 25ml yesterday, both with external stimulation as an added factor. This test is to see how much stimulant is needed to reach an orgasm without any external stimuli. In other words, I'm going to keep administering the stimulant until you orgasm on your own." He says.

I'm not quite sure what to expect with this, but he seems serious. I don't know what I'm in for, and it makes me just that much more frightened. The other two tests I had at least a slight amount of familiarity with-with this one, I have nothing.

"We won't be giving you any sedatives, inhibitors or epinephrine, and it will just be me." Shelly nods to Sharon, who leaves the room and closes the door. Shelly turns back around with a number of syringes full of what I can only assume is his stimulant packed into his lab coat front pocket, all containing the clear-yellow liquid. He comes to my bedside and rubs his hand over my shoulder. "We know, on a chemical level, what will happen. What is still unknown is what you'll actually feel. It could be painful, but I can't tell you how much. On the other hand, it could become the best experience of your life. I suppose, in the end, it comes down to you." The elk pauses and squeezes my shoulder reassuringly, "Are you ready?" He asks, the seriousness like iron bars. He waits for my response.

I take a deep breath and meet his gaze, finding real compassion within it. "Yes." I respond, situating myself one last time on the bedsheets. He nods to me and removes his hand, and I return my gaze to the ceiling, picking out a small detail and focusing on it, my heart pounding hard with the fear of the unknown.

He removes one of the syringes, uncaps it, and slowly eases it into the induction port of my IV. He stops and gives me one last glance, but I'm already in my own world, trying to brace myself for whatever I might be about to experience.

He slowly pushes the plunger, the stimulant mingling with the saline and courses through the IV line and into my bloodstream. It hits me for the third time, the familiar rush of heat from my chest, the inhale of breath as it feels I'm placed over liquid fire, and the melting of my muscles soon following, causing my body to visibly sink into the sheets. The usual moan is replaced by a raspy exhale as my battered throat and chest relax muscles. I can start to feel my lower half relax even further, my muscles fall from my control until finally moving beyond the reach of my will. Luckily, I think to myself, I won't be violated there again, knowing all too well the effects of the stimulant under my tail. The ache in my muscles subsides and is replaced with a low constant throbbing in rhythm with my heartbeat, my skin and fur feeling as if its radiating heat like a sauna.

"That was 25ml, the same dose as yesterday. How are you feeling?" Shelly asks, pausing for a moment after removing the empty syringe from the IV line.

I take a moment and gather some of my fragmented thoughts that had seeped into the numbing heat of my body. "Good this time, actually. A lot of my pain is gone and I feel hot, like melting rather than burning." I say, my speech slurring slightly at the end as my tongue loses a little bit of its agility.

"A usual response to the standard dose. Most of the effects of the stimulant are going to be in response to stimuli. What you're feeling now is the background noise between your dopamine and other chemical receptors. The idea behind this test is to find at what dosage your receptors become sensetive enough that the background noise feels the same to you as intercourse or more, and where your body reaches an orgasm from it." Shelly says, giving me a little more insight into the actual science behind the experiment this time. He's not really watching me as he explains, but is fairly closely watching the heart monitor and my other vital signs.

"I'm not putting you on epinephrine this time for two reasons actually, the first being that if you pass out from the orgasm that's fine; we'll still have found what we need and you can rest. The second is that if there is any accidental stimulation past 50ml of stimulant, the chemical release in your brain would be enough to quickly knock you unconscious. If we were to force you to remain conscious during that time, you'd likely suffer some kind of mental stress disorder for at least a few afterwards, simply because of how sensetive your receptors will be. You'd probably lose or at least have dulled sight and hearing for a short time following the incident, as well. Are you ready to go further?" He says, and pulls another full syringe from his pocket.

I relinquish my stare on the ceiling and give him a terrified look as he so nonchalantly dismisses those fairly hefty consequences. He raises his hands in a surrender, even though he still has the capped syringe in one.

"I swear on my oath as a physician, I will not touch you. You have my word." He locked his gaze with mine, the sincerity and trust I felt in them spoke to me more than any words he could have said. I slowly return my gaze to the ceiling and my heart monitor slows.

"Are you ready to continue?" He asks, referencing the syringe in his hand.

I give a gently nod and close my eyes, focusing on my breathing and calming my heart rate as I hear him uncap it. I don't want to know when it's coming.

The pulsing throughout my body doesn't quicken, but it does deepen. It's like each heartbeat was expanding my body in a wave spreading from my chest, each one spreading an increase in the relaxing, tingling heat that already mingled with my aching bones and muscles.

The first dosage had dulled the pain a significant amount, but this second one completely eliminated it. I knew it came with a trade off in sensetivity, but for what it was worth, I thought to myself, it could make a good alternative to traditional pain medication. I started to see what Shelly was saying with how much this could help people, and felt a little bit of pre-emptive pride thinking of myself as the one who endured it all to get it to them...

My pride faded when I felt a deep throbbing between my legs. Lifting my head slightly, feeling like I was pulling it through a thick hot sea of pleasure I look down to see my thrumming red member staring back at me, fully free of my sheath somehow of its own accord and ready. I hear Shelly's voice but can't turn my head, knowing somewhere in the back of my mind it would overflow my senses.

"Just lay back Jeremy, you won't want to move much from this point onwards, I shouldn't think. I'm going to give you another dose." He said, his voice between silk and a megaphone in my head. I do as I'm told, knowing it's about to get worse.

Everything suddenly seems to slow slightly. I realize I can hear Shelly's watch ticking under his lab coat, even above the din of my growing heartbeat in my ears.

"Everyt--" I began and grimaced, hissing a little through my teeth as my own voice rang in my ears.

"Jeremy?" Shelly said with concern, my increasing heart monitor like a blaring siren.

"Too loud!" I shrill out in a harsh whisper. I thank God that Shelly heard it the first time, as I felt more than heard the sharp beep lower in volume considerably.

"Jeremy?" Shelly said again, a barely audible whisper to someone else if they were present, but the word was almost a shout to me; loud, but bareable. I crack my eyes but can only squint, my pupils heavily dilated and unresponsive. Shelly notices and switches off the lights, careful to prevent the switch from making too much noise.

"Thanks," I whisper to him as I try not to breathe too loudly and regain my composure, "everything seemed to slow down and suddenly it was like it all got amplified a hundred times over. I'm okay now though, I think." I whisper to him.

"I understand. The stimulant must also be affecting the surrounding sensory receptors in your brain. It shouldn't be a problem, we'll just be careful. How do you feel down there?" He returns, his eyes moving down to my cock. I can feel it throbbing, almost buzzing with sensetivity, the heat in my belly being slightly tempered with what I assume to be pre-ejaculate at almost a continuous flow from the tip. I can't bring myself to clench down at all, the stimulant removing the control of those muscles from me at a complete level. I guess I'll just have to wait for it to happen, I think. I can't do much else.

"Very... Intense. Feels like it's vibrating." I answer, and his expression doesn't change.

"A feeling a little like yesterday, but less aggressive? Like a small vibration or electricity?" He says quizzically, still watching my member from outside my view. It was a little strange, even through the events of the past two days.

"Yes, I think." I say back with a little suprise as to how accurate his description was. It was a little like yesterday with the probe, but like it was barely on the first setting and right inside my member rather than my pelvis. Shelly smiles a bit and grabs a fourth syringe.

"You're getting there," He says jovially, "Though I don't think you're going to want to talk or hear anything after this dose. Even a whisper is going to be like sitting inside of a ringing bell. Can you feel my hand?" He says, nodding to my left arm. He's got his near mine, with an open palm, waiting for me to accept it. "Until you squeeze and let me know, I won't give you any more. If you let go, I'll stop and give you a sedative until the affects of the stimulant wear off." He whispers seriously. "Do you understand?"

I gently take his hand, feeling somehow much better knowing he's there. He's strong but gentle, his hand holding mine tightly but not so much as to overwhelm my senses. He knows exactly what to do, exactly how to keep me safe. A little bit of myself inside, some untinged and protected piece of my being smiled.

I gently squeezed his hand, and he returned it. My ears twitched at the momentary pop like a gunshot as he uncapped the next syringe with his teeth, still holding my hand in his the whole time. I can't hear the heart monitor now but the pulsing of my heartbeat through my body hits me like a firework show's finale.

My breathing shudders momentarily as my skin becomes almost white hot, with a rod of blue fire piercing through from between my legs that embeds itself into my brain. I gasp quietly and hoarsely, my eyes wide as my vision becomes tinged with violet. The feeling of quivering muscles between my knees and stomach warns me of my body's teetering composure. I can still breathe, though rattled with my body's light spasming as it escapes hot and wet with fiery arousal that reaches deep into my overheated body.

I close my eyes, the violet tinge to my vision following me, and try to get control of myself and relax. I manage it slightly and quickly feel the pleasure that lingered underneath the fire until now begin to surface, but not increase. I know with despair that it won't be enough to push me over the edge, regardless of how it already feels as if I'll be driven to insanity should I move just one step further. Push on, I shout to myself, take it!

I force myself to squeeze Shelly's hand. There's a pause, and I feel the beginnings of panic start to set in, but I then feel his comforting response, slow and deliberate. The pop of the syringe deafens me and all I can hear is serene white noise.

I can no longer feel Shelly's hand, but I can't focus on it for long as the fire in my skin implodes, like suddenly it concentrated in the center of my body, and connects directly to the pounding in my loins. I screw my eyelids shut as pain shoots through my body, tears slowly running down my cheeks as the familiar colors return to my field of vision and my chest constricts as I start to lose my breath. Oh, God...

Then, like it all just simply reached a breaking point, all of the ferocious, primal flame that had been building in my belly escalates to a level where I think I will simply black out; but suddenly the unbearable pressure and pain and tension swirl together like the core of a collapsing star and erupts with a force I can't even begin to give words to. A sharp flash of supernova white fills my shut eyes before transforming into the most beautiful kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that my mind could never imagine on its own. What feels like liquid thermite repeatedly trails and ropes over my chest and muzzle as my heart pounds like a cannon in unison. And that was the last thing I remembered as my body finally gave in.

Shelly watched in pain as my cock swelled and pulsed, twitching maniacally as my body shook momentarily before hardening to diamond. A few muffled pops could be heard and the elk grunted in pain, clutching his arm. No sound escaped my lips as my knot engorged beyond any reasonable amount for canine biology and the first rope of almost pure white, luminescent semen jetted over my head to soak into the hospital wall. Through misty eyes Shelly watched in silent, pained awe, my semi-conscious form wracked again as my shaft pulsed with force, the second rope landing over my nose and forehead, thick and voluminous. Another painted my neck and muzzle, soaking into my fur, nearly steaming with my elevated internal temperature.

Shelly scientifically counted in the back of his mind: 7, 8, 9 jets. Almost 20 seconds of full ejaculation, and another 15 seconds before my body began to relax, slipping from the grip of the chemicals in my brain. Shelly watched my motionless chest carefully, waiting for my breathing to resume with restrained concern, a flood of relief washing over him as it began to raise and lower slowly. If Shelly were to offer his educated guess, he'd say I'd ejaculated an estimate of nearer to two cups of semen over those 20 seconds. And broke three bones, too, as he slowly slipped his hand from mine with a grimace. A lot of potential, he thought to himself as he watched my spent, gummy form in the quiet prison of unconsciousness.

"Emmy, Sharon!" He called, walking to the door to yell down the hall. He opened it and poked his head out into their view. "Come help me quickly, you two. And bring some orthpaedic splints, please?"

Chapter 8: A New Start

I'm greeted the next day by gentle rays of sunlight tracing through my eyelids. I open them and squint, slowly sitting up. I yawn widely and stretch, only realizing afterwards that I was obviously free from the bonds I had--

--That I had passed out in yesterday. How did it all end? I thought to myself. I remembered that absolutely overwhelming, twisted mix of pain and pleasure and the indescribable, utterly primal satisfaction that followed for a short time. I was a blank for anything afterwards.

I sat up, still feeling the slight twinges of soreness and repairing muscles from the electrical test, but felt a lot better than I had the day before. I brush off the sheets, still naked as I expected, but saw that my original clothes were freshly cleaned and folded, sitting at the foot of the bed. I swing my legs over the edge without much issue this time, but still test them on the cool floor before putting down any real weight. I smile and slowly take a step, realizing with mild excitement that it was the first one I had taken in four days; what a strange feeling, I said to myself, to be in control of my own body and fate. It was exhilerating, being free. I had never felt this way before; simply happy to be alive.

It was then that I hear a small grunt from a dark corner of the room. I turn sharply to see Shelly asleep in a laughable position upon a makeshift bed from two waiting room chairs pushed together, still clothed and in his lab coat. It almost makes me laugh, before I remember the intense pain and humiliation he's caused me over the preceeding days. What is wrong with me? I thought. He's a monster who used my body and put me through such unspeakable and inhumane torture. But seeing him asleep there tugged on something in my heart; he seemed just like everyone else, desperate to make a mark and help others find meaning in our small lives.

I pul my gaze from him, with a little more reluctance than I would like to admit, and grab my underwear from the pile on the bed. I raise one of my legs to get them on and lose my balance, nearly falling over. I grab the rolling bed to steady myself and in the process caused quite a racket. I glance over to Shelly, but he hasn't budged. I kind of wish he had.

I do my best trying to get my clothing on with limited balance, and make little success. Tears start to well in my eyes, the emotional stress, pain and frustration of the last four days rearing up in force within my chest. I lean back against the bed and cup my head in my hands, silent tears staining my cheeks.

"Need some help?" I hear and quickly wipe my tears away the best I can, looking forward quickly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I reply, without looking back, sniffling quietly.

A small silence followed, and I hear the chairs scooting slightly on the floor. "I stayed because I wanted to be here when you woke up. I'm glad I did." He said, without patronizing me. I hear his shoes on the floor coming over, and joins me leaning on the bed. "How do you feel?"

I pause for a moment and look over my body briefly. "I'm here," I chuckle hollowly, "bruised and sore but here." I finish with more seriousness, though I can't look him in the eye to say it. I feel his arm come around my shoulders and pull me to him.

"I put you through a lot. I'm sorry, but it was necessary. I won't make any more excuses than that. Hate me if you'd like for not being more transparent with you, but me, my son and all those our research will help will never hate you back. We'll all forever be grateful for what you've given here, physicall and mentally. Very few could have done what you did." He said quietly into my ear as my head hangs down a little, fidgeting with the shirt in my paws.

I pause for a little while, just enjoying his warmth. Eventually, slowly, I let my head lay down against his chest. He moves and holds onto my head with his other hand, gently stroking my ears as I begin to quietly sob into him. I feel his cheek bump against the top of my head as he holds me and tears run down my cheeks to drop onto my pants. He doesn't say anything as I quietly heave in his arms; he just holds me close and pets me. It was the best thing anyone had ever done for me, and it meant more than I think he ever realized.

After a few minutes I pick myself back together, wipe the tears away and sit up. He let me up without a word, and helps me get my shirt, socks and shoes back on. It was then I notice a number of bandages on his left hand and wrist; the same one he would have held my hand with yesterday, I realized. He didn't let me go, even through all that.

"Don't worry about it," he said, seeing my stare and returning it with a light smile, "it's nothing compared to what you wen't through. If this is the physical price I have to pay, I pay it gladly." And he paid it for me, I thought to myself, a small glow warming my chest.

After being helped getting dressed, I pat down my pockets and is about to ask where my phone is before I find it sitting in front of me, laying in Shelly's outstretched hand. I look into his face, and he meets me with a smile and bright, caring eyes. I take it without a word and turn away, expecting him to say something. He never did.

My hand on the doorknob, I stop. I turn back to him, still met with that slight smile, and extend my right hand to him. The smile turns into a pleased grin, and Shelly gives me a well-earned and hearty handshake. It was something I had never experienced before. Another sentient being recognizing worth within me. I guess I'll add that to the list of things he's made me feel for the first time, I joke in my head. I decided then that despite the atrocities he's done to me, he's also the first person to ever believe in me. I return his smile.

We are locked like that for a few moments before he releases his grip and I turn back to the door. I open it and walk through in one motion before I can stop myself. I quickly trapse down the hallway, faster than needed, and pass Sharon, who I half expect to stop me, that this is all some sick joke. She doesn't, and simply nods to me as I shuffle past. I blush when I remember what she's seen of me, and it is all I can do to nod back to her. I subconsciously navigate the 15th floor's maze and reach the elevator trembling slightly.

I'm out. I'm free again, and exhale deeply.

It's like I've been let out from prison. Suddenly there's other people. I recognize the receptionist that directed me to the elevator four days ago, but she doesn't recognize me. I'm a number again, just another person, another face to everyone here. Nobody takes notice, nobody rushes to my side, nobody knows what I've been through. It's somewhat ethereal and disconnected.

Eventually I catch the bus back to my area of the city, walk slowly through the quiet streets and back to my small, dark apartment. Everything is exactly as I left it, except for me. I walk through the small construct I call my home, and eventually end up sitting on the edge of my bed and do nothing but sit there in silence. A while later a small muffled buzz comes from my pocket.

It's my phone. I had forgotten about it, having not seen it for a number of days. There's only one message, sent just now. I open it to find it's from a random number.

The bank I use sent me the confirmation message for a large deposit into my one and only account. My body is so drained still that it doesn't even startle me, even though it's more than was advertised five days ago by almost double. Machinations begin their monolothic movement within my brain, by which nothing can stop them.

I stare at it for a few minutes, then get up and begin to pack an old, small duffel bag with my limited belongings. I only own enough to fill it half full, but I think nothing of it and leave. I don't even lock the door behind me.

Chapter 9: Epilogue

"Take one of these at lunch and dinner, or at least six hours apart." Shelly said to the young and forlorn antelope sitting on the examining chair, and hands over a small bottle of medication. "Emmy will see your paperwork is taken care of, and please don't hesitate to call our office if you have any questions." He said as he gently ushers the quiet mammal into the arms of his son, who takes him down the hallways towards the reception desk. Not even six months into the launch of the prescription-only oral version of the stimulant and I've already seen more prescriptions filled and office bookings than I have in all my years of practice and research before it combined, he thought to himself. Word is getting out and the stunning results from the mammal trials definitely pushed it into the top of the market for anti-depressants, with many of his colleagues around the world pushing it to whomever they can. Speaking of the trials, I wonder what that boy Jeremy is doing now. He's never called me or wanted to talk, and I don't blame him. I saw so much potential in him and the information he gave us on the uses of the stimulant were so much more than we anticipated I couldn't help but give him a little bit of a bonus to the agreed payment.

I just wish I could know what has happened to him over the past three years, he thought, taking a moment to heave a little sigh of relinquished curiosity. Sharon rounded the corner and cought his attention.

"Dr. Suarez, message for you." She says in her usual way of never wasting a word. He'd never found anyone that could replace her. She extends the wireless office phone to him before walking back to the reception desk, leaving the elk in a quiet corner of the office.

Shelly beeps the handset and listens, expecting it to be a fairly important patient or urgent question if Sharon has passed it on to him first-hand. After listening to the length of the message he pads over to the reception desk, thanks Sharon and returns the phone, with the order that he's going to be out for a long lunch today. In an unusual fashion, Sharon notes, he leaves his lab coat laying over a chair behind the reception desk, and can't help but give a soft smile as he walks out the door in a slightly excited hurry.

It takes him a little longer to get to the restaurant than he originally thought, and arrives only a few minutes late, but nevertheless a little lost, scanning into the sparse crowd for the wolf he was here to see, but found nothing he recognized.

"Dr. Suarez?" He hears from his left, and turns in a little suprise, focusing on a large, admittedly handsome canine, dressed with class in a dark navy two piece suit and polished shoes. He's taken aback for words, just staring at the man.

"It's rude to stare, you know." The wolf chuckles and extends a hand. Shelly takes it a little cautiously, still not sure he's believing what he sees in front of him, and locks eyes with the man.

He's there. Under all the dense muscle, new clothes and lush fur, they're the same eyes he saw that day, when he parted ways with Jeremy three years ago.

"Jeremy Amoss?" He stutters out, his hand a little limp in the wolf's grasp, not focusing on it at all. His question is answered with a small nod, and the wolf motions to a small table on the open patio of their lunch venue. "Come, sit down and we can talk." He says. Shelly obeys.

"I couldn't even recognize you," Shelly says as he sits down with Jeremy opposite, "And I still don't. But your eyes are the same; I couldn't forget those in a thousand lifetimes." He smiles, staring into their blue depths. "They were the eyes of a man reborn, given an opportunity. And I can see," He says, motioning to Jeremy in general with a bright smile, "That the opportunity has been leveraged quite considerably! What happened?" Shelly continues with burning curiosity.

Jeremy leans back and smiles, not sure where to begin. "The day I left your offices, I left the city as a whole. I went home, gathered what I had and walked out; I left everything of my old self and life behind. I used the money to travel around for a while, city to city, meeting new people and seeing new places. Within a few months though, I had my plan all set up. I had people who I could talk to, and more importantly, that would listen to me. But always in the back of my mind was your praise of my natural strength." Jeremy said, opening his arms to display his bulk. "It's my ability, just as yours was formulating that drug and having the willpower to see it through, and I leveraged it. I trained, worked and studied incessantly. Every moment I wasn't in a book I was furthering my body, learning from those that came before me and using my connections to eventually start competing in events. I started going to school just for business, but quickly found a love for the physical sciences and now I'm close to finishing my education for both, paid for and financed by you." Jeremy pointed a knowing finger at Shelly.

"Now, I'm working as a part-time assistant in a personal training company just a few hours from here, and finishing up the last of my classes online. I'm due to graduate in a few months, at which point I'll be bumped to full-time and work on getting my physical therapy license." A waitress comes up and greets them, placing down two glasses of water. Jeremy smiled and thanked her.

Shelly can feel his smile bright and full of sincerity, vigor and promise, so much different than the small timid canine that answered his call for a trials subject years ago. All the boy needed was someone to believe in him and a little jump start. A few tears well in the elk's eyes, unseen by Jeremy as he sips from his glass.

"I head you're doing well, Dr. Suarez." Jeremy said with a grin. "A new age in the medical treatment of chronic pain and depression, or so I've heard it toted. It was all I could do to get Sharon to clear a lunch for us, you're so busy!" Jeremy exclaims in laughter.

"Yes, well, as I said those years ago; this will change the lives of so many suffering people. What I gave you was so much less than you deserved, but it was all I could spare at the time--" Shelly begins, but is cut off by Jeremy as he leans forward to him.

"What you gave me financially was much more than I needed. The real thing you gave me was a motivation, and a chance at a fresh start. To make a place for myself, rather than wait for it to be handed to me. The money helped but it wasn't the real gift." He said, and reaches forward to grasp the elk's hands gently. "Back then you thanked me, and now it's time I do the same. Thank you for believing in me, for seeing something of worth, and for freeing me from myself." Jeremy stares passionately into the elk's eyes, and puts everything he can into the statement. Shelly feels almost like a massive weight was lifted from him, one he wasn't even aware he was carrying until now.

"I didn't know what had happened to you," He said, his voice shaking, "I-I didn't know if you killed yourself from what I did to you, or, or..." He trails off, and Jeremy grips his hands a little tighter, but still gentle.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you, or let you know. But I wanted to face you again as a new person. I wanted to return as a success, and for you to see what your generosity and sincerity has cultivated." He told him. "I wanted you to know that you've succeeded in not only saving a life, but in building a new one." Jeremy finished.

The two of them paused for a long while afterwards, taking in this new relationship between them; of friends. Both indebted to the other, but neither feeling like they owed them anything beyond the promise to always be happy about what they had achieved.

The two talked about many things during the afternoon, like plans for the future and how to stay in contact. Apologies were accepted, and forgiveness granted. They were both destined for great things by the universe, and to spread their knowledge and compassion to others who were like them, needing guidance, an opportunity, and a friend. At the end of the day they parted ways, their lives leading them in different directions; but both men felt that they had been granted an immense opportunity by the other, and vowed to not let their sacrifice and compassion be overlooked by the world.