Page 140 of Brainwashed

In the video footage I’ve seen of him being treated by the others, he always appears worried about what they’ll do to him. But when I’m here, I guess he thinks that I’ll protect him, and make sure they don’t go too far.

Will I?

It’s in my best interest to remain professional. To let Johansson attend to Felix in any way he sees fit. But also, the memory of Templeton fucking him with that dildo lives rent-free in my mind, and I can feel my blood pressure raising every time I’m reminded of it.

Claude helps Felix up onto a doctor’s slab, then leaves the room.

I glance after him. “No Templeton today?”

“I felt this experiment would work best with just us,” Johansson says. Then he powers on his machine.The thing looks pretty old. Like it was made in the seventies.

Squinting at it, I ask, “Is that a sonogram machine?”

“It is,” Johansson replies casually, then he states his usual introduction for the hidden cameras. Date, time, all of our names and Felix’s vitals. “This is a sonogram, with a few tweaks, of course. I’ve used it before on a patient here and garnered some interesting results.”

He picks up a long plastic strip with wires attached to it, like a large electrode.

“Felix, I’ll need you to lie back and lift your gown. I’m going to apply this to your abdomen.” Johansson says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Felix’s wide eyes shift to mine. And I just stare back at him, my thoughts stuck wondering why we’re about to do an ultrasound on Felix Darcey.It’s not like he shows any symptoms of diseases worth checking out.

Felix gulps, then lies back on the table, his legs dangling off the edge while he slowly lifts his gown. “What was the point of making me wear this if you’re going to be looking at my junk, anyway?” he mutters, annoyed.

“It’s for your comfort,” Johansson says, sticking the long plastic electrode strip to Felix’s lower abdomen, right beneath his belly button.

My throat is suddenly dry as a bone, and I’m actively trying not to look in Felix’s direction, because his dick is just lying there, soft yet still impressively sized. His ass is right there, too… The place I had the tip of my dick in earlier…

I swallow.Is it warm in here or am I just burning in Hell??

Johansson goes back to the machine, pressing a few buttons. And suddenly on the screen, there’s a bunch of swishy stuff.

“What is that?” Felix asks, gawking at the screen.

“That is an ultrasound view of your insides,” Johansson tells him. “These machines, as you may know, are typically used to monitor the early stages of pregnancy.” He picks up a long gray stick that’s shaped slightly like a penis. Wider at the top, then slimming down for the rest, roughly ten inches long. “However, they are used for more than that. This wand will detect movement and intrusions. It can help spot tumors, cancer, things like that in places like your liver, pancreas, kidneys, and so on.”

“Cancer??” Felix gasps, his wide eyes flinging in my direction. “Did he say cancer?!”

“Well, yes, but I don’t believe youhavecancer,” Johansson says calmly. “That’s just one of its uses.”

“What exactly are we using it for today, then?” I ask with my head sort of spinning.

Johansson’s eyes fling to mine. “This is just research, Doctor.”

He snaps on a rubber glove. Felix’s Adam’s apple bobs visibly.

I’m becoming very tight and warm all over as Johansson squirts a generous helping of KY jelly onto the wand, moving over to Felix.

“Wait, you’re gonna put that inside me??” Felix croaks, then glares at me. “Can you do something?!”

My lips part, but I can’t seem to find any words. The doctor in me, who went to an accredited medical school, knows that he should speak up. And say this probably isn’t necessary.

But then the curious man inside me… The one who, only an hour ago, put his dick in the same place that thing is about to be stuffed inside, who can still feel the tight warmth on his awkwardly hardening cock, stays quiet. Fingers twitching, interest piqued.

“Felix, please spread your legs. Bend your knees and place your feet flat on the table.” Johansson comes at him with the wand, and Felix presses his thighs together.

“No… This is some weird ass shit. I’m not sick and I’m not a pregnant lady. I don’t need this.” He barks at me again, “You got anything to say here??”

I step closer, draping my hand on his leg. His thigh is muscular, with hair and stuff, since you know… he’s a guy.I’ve never touched a man’s leg before.