Wednesday morning came in a flash. I quickly showered and shaved, grabbed an energy bar, and ran out the door. I was late. I practically sprinted down the halls to Dr. Hu's office, bursting through the door, hoping she wouldn't scold me, which she does often as if she were my mother. "Why are you panting so heavily, Ben?" The doctor asked. She stood by the one window in the room, which looked out over a small courtyard. "...

I stepped into the large, cold office. It was empty, save for a large, vintage wooden desk, an ordinary office chair on either side of it, and a small, metal table under the window. There was nothing on either the desk nor the table, but that's how Dr. Hu liked it, simple. Sheri Hu was a middle-aged Chinese-American urologist, who had been with the program since its inception. She was kind and very smart, but also to the...

Sandra stood next to me at the door to Receiving Room 2. She looked my body up and down. I was naked, save for the priming device encasing my genitals. "Are you nervous, Ben?" she asked, lifting her gaze back to my eyes. "Nope, I'm ready," I affirmed. "Good. It looks like the injections have been working." She patted the primer like it was a dog's head, making it, and my cock, bounce slightly. The device was working as in...