Tyler rubbed his eyes and pulled the sheets off. He was a skinny boy and shorter than average for an eighteen year old. His messy, dark hair hung over his eyes, as if he were trying to hide himself from the world. Having just woken up, he was only wearing a pair of snug boxer briefs. The brightly-colored stripes helped define the curved mound of Tyler's morning erection, which was more than a handful. Although the young man was quite slender, the full pouch of his underwear proved that he was quite well endowed.
He stretched out his slim form. His bare arms, chest, flat stomach, long legs all flexed in unison, then he slumped back into the comfort of his sheets. His hand wandered to his stiff bone, gripping it through his underwear. He was so horny (as always), but he didn't have time to jerk off.
The sulking teen dreaded the task that awaited him. With graduation just behind him and his summer job before college just ahead, Tyler wanted to savor this brief moment. He should be sleeping in. But he had responsibilities that he could not escape.
Just then, Tyler's mother bellow up the stairs. "Tyler, get up, NOW!"
Tyler signed. His mother had started dating this doctor, Bill, a few months ago. He worked at some secretive research facility. He was nice enough. Tyler got along well enough with him, but he hated how his mom was so obsessed with the man.
Then, a few days ago, the doc approached Tyler's mom with a request. He was going to be running a medical trial that involved some experimental examination procedures. The trial was focused on teenage boys and the doc asked her if Tyler might join.
Of course Ms. Henderson was falling over herself to volunteer Tyler for this trial. Desperately wanting to impress her doctor boyfriend, she gleefully offered her own son as sacrifice. Tyler had no say in the matter. Even though he was eighteen now, he was still dependent on his mother, so he had to do what she said. Tyler was just a pawn in his mother's love games.
Finally, the horrid morning had arrived. On a Saturday, no less. Tyler's mom was eager to drive him to the facility and hand over her son to her mad-scientist boyfriend.
"I'm not going to ask you again!" she shouted.
Tyler dragged himself to his feet and down the hall to the bathroom. With a dreadful day of the unknown awaiting him, Tyler's morning boner shrank away as he showered. Returning to his room, he pulled on his clothes and huffed down the stairs. After a quick breakfast, they were off. They drove a while to an unassuming office park. With butterflies in his stomach, Tyler studied the nondescript building that his mother was headed towards. It was maybe four stories, but had no windows.
They parked and got out of the car and Tyler's mothers warned, "Behave yourself. Be polite. Do whatever Bill tells you and don't complain. Don't embarrass me."
"Yes, mother," Tyler groaned sarcastically, brushing the hair from his eyes. He had reached the front door and pulled it open.
"I swear, if you give Bill any trouble--" her angry tirade was interrupted by a handsome, smiling man.
"Hello," Bill said, leaning in for a kiss from Ms. Henderson. "I'm sure Tyler won't be any trouble at all. Right?" He turned towards the teenager, his soon-to-be test subject.
Tyler managed a smile.
"Alright, sweetie," Bill said to the woman. "I'll see you this evening. Don't worry. Your son is in good hands."
"I have no doubt," she said fawningly.
After Tyler's mom left, Bill guided the 18 year old down a long corridor. They passed an occasional stranger, each one cordially greeting Bill and smiling in Tyler's direction. Otherwise, this place seemed rather deserted for such a large facility. The teen felt all alone in the strange building. But Tyler found it easy to focus on the tall, broad-shouldered man leading the way. He had spent plenty of time with Bill at this point, but usually in the company of his mother, and otherwise in a fully public space. This first time with Bill totally alone was awkward for Tyler. What sort of things was Bill going to do to him? His tummy churned at the unknown.
After a few minutes of walking around hallways and riding elevators, Tyler realized he had no idea where he was inside this place. Bill stopped at an unmarked door, produced a key and opened it up. Inside was very plain room. In the center was a waist-high examination table with a padded top. At the edge of the table, a metal tray was laid out with some small equipment and a digital camera. Some simple metal chairs lined one wall.
The walls were mostly bare, except for a few black, shiny circles embedded in them at even intervals. The wall opposite from their entry had a large mirror. Tyler noted the reflection, where tall, handsome Bill towered over Tyler's more delicate frame.
"This is where your exam will take place," Bill said, busying himself with his phone. "We'll get you checked in and then we'll start."
"Thanks, Bill," Tyler said. He felt like a dummy for saying "thanks," but he didn't know what else to do as he nervously waited.
"Eh, yes, about that. I don't want our personal relationship to get in the way here. Please call me Dr. Hertz while we're in this facility. I'd like to maintain a level of professional distance while we're working together today. Is that okay?"
