Testosterone-X Ch. 03

Wren did not wake up in his room. He remembered falling asleep there, nuzzling into his remaining clean pillow. Now he was somewhere entirely different, and it was not one he'd ever been in. He was not on a proper mattress, but a stiff, uncomfortable cot tucked into the corner of the room.

The rest of the room was flat white walls with a few stainless steel counters. A monitor beeped to his left. There were no other pieces of furniture in the room. It was like an empty hospital room, with Wren the only sign of life in it.

When he sat up, he noticed there was an I.V. protruding from the crook of his arm and a few cables leading to his chest. He rubbed his head with the arm that did not have a needle in it. His mouth was unbelievably dry, but there was nothing he could drink from. He licked his lips and looked for some sort of call button. If he was in a hospital, there should have been something to bring someone to him.

The door opened before he could locate such a thing.

In stepped Doctor Burch and two others Wren did not recognize, and they were all smiling.

"Wren, how are you feeling?"

"F-fine? Dr. Burch, where am I?" He tried not to let the panic in his voice show.

"Oh, don't you worry about that. You're still in the facility. It looks like you had a bit of an accident, and we wanted to keep an eye on you until you woke up," Burch replied. He waved his hand dismissively and went to the monitor beside Wren's head. He read something under his breath as he wrote notes on the clipboard.

"Mr. Cochran, we are happy to report that you have been reacting exceptionally to Testosterone X," the woman by the door said. Her smile was overbearing, forced, and it made him shiver.

"Wait, what? But I thought I had an accident, and the high libido-- I mean," he was cut off.

"Now, Wren, that's all perfectly normal. We ran tests on you while you were asleep and we found that your body has recently been accepting the hormones better than we ever could have expected. We think it's time for you to move up to the next phase of this trial a little early." Doctor Burch's words did not make sense. Next phase? What was there to test beyond his reaction and development?

"I don't understand," he said weakly.

"You don't have to worry. We will be keeping your dosage and schedule the same, but you are going to be moved to another part of the facility. We have a few from your cohort already there, undergoing Phase 2," the man behind Burch said.

"What is Phase 2?" That question got him nowhere, as all three breezed past it. Burch's voice suddenly became firm again.

"Wren, you'll be moved to Phase 2 and we will begin the next part of your transition. Stop resisting this, just let us do our jobs."

The doctor left no room for argument in his words, and Wren nodded dumbly, too stunned to speak.

"Good," Burch nodded.

"You weren't wrong," the woman said, "He's already exceptionally obedient."

"Yes, yes he is," the man said.

Dread filled him as Wren heard them speak about him as if he wasn't even there. It was like he was being observed, and what a weird comment that had been-- he was obedient?

"Wren. We're going to remove the I.V. and bring you to your new room now. This room will be more communal than you're used to but don't worry, you will still have your privacy. Hold still."

Wren sat as still as he could manage while the needle was withdrawn from his arm. He winced but said nothing as the doctor placed a bandage over the prick of blood that welled up.

"Good boy," Burch praised him, and he could not deny the shock of arousal and satisfaction he felt upon hearing those words.

He stood when ordered to and was brought out into the hall wearing only the gown he'd been dressed in. They flanked him on both sides and behind, keeping him boxed in, and Doctor Burch kept one hand firmly on his shoulder. They led Wren through seemingly endless halls until they came to a hallway that finally ended. There were at least a dozen white doors lining the walls with only a black placard to number them and a dark box next to the handle.

It seemed Wren's destination was the door labeled "12-3." Doctor Burch scanned a card against a square scanner by the handle and pushed the door open, nudging Wren inside as he followed.

He found himself in a room the same size as the old one, but it had two halls leading off on either side. If he craned his head, he could see the edge of a doorframe down each one.

This new place was as generic and sparse as the rest of the facility had been thus far. A single couch sat against one wall, flanked by small, round end tables. There was a squat, empty shelf that came up to his hip opposite the sofa. Nearly every one of the white walls was bare of decoration, and it made him feel on edge, overwhelmed by their empty expanse. A hanging clock ticked above the couch.

It was nearly noon. How long had he been asleep?

"Your roommates are still being chosen, so you have your pick of the rooms. There will be four of you total," the woman said. She gestured to both of the dim halls.

Doctor Burch turned Wren around to face him and gave him a reassuring smile.

"You are going to be in this room for the remainder of your stay here. Meals will be delivered at the same time you are used to, and if you have any requests you need only ask. There will be someone in to monitor you all daily." His hand rested on Wren's shoulder still, and slowly drifted down his arm. "You'll be taking your injections here from now on as well."

"Why?" He could only ask numbly as he stared up at the doctor.

"Because, Wren," the doctor's voice became very stern, "it's what we have asked of you. Now be good and go choose a room. You can also take off that gown. You won't need to be clothed in here."

So Wren nodded silently and undressed. He thought he would feel self-conscious naked in front of not just Doctor Burch, but the others who he did not know. Instead, he felt a small rush as he stood before them, bare and exposed for them to stare at with looks of approval. Doctor Burch nudged him toward the left hall.

"Go on. Your roommates will be joining you within the next few hours."

He obeyed. His dick hardened with each order from the scientists, and now stood small and erect between his legs.

Wren was left alone in this new place to choose his room. There were two in each hall, blank wooden doors that led to bedrooms each with a small, firm bed and nothing else. At least the floor was carpeted. There was also a bathroom attached, with no door in the entrance. It was only a small comfort that at least his bathroom would be behind his bedroom door, though even that did not lock.

He chose the furthest room in the left hallway and began to relax finally as he laid down on a more comfortable bed. He wondered if they would bring his books and clothes to him here.

"What is Phase 2?" The question was spoken to the ceiling, whose smooth white surface glared back. He sighed.

His fingers toyed between his legs listlessly, dragging slick up from his pussy to smooth the stroking of his dick. He did not feel that overwhelming need anymore, but he knew that it would return when he got his next injection. That had to be soon. He was two days away from the next appointment when he had gone to see Doctor Burch.

He rubbed two fingers along his length, stimulating but not really pleasuring himself.

He did not see a laundry drop-off like there had been in his old room, so he did not want to go making a mess of his bed so soon. So he contented himself with teasing his hole and letting his clit throb and twitch hungrily for attention. At least he was not sore anymore.

His first roommate came within half an hour of his own arrival. Their name was Fox, and they were younger and wider, with straight blond hair and freckles dotting their face. Though they had been wearing normal clothes, their escort made them strip down as well. The next two followed shortly after.

Then there was Corey, who looked much like Wren save for his dark skin and hooded eyes, and he seemed much less enthusiastic about their circumstances. The final person came alongside lunch. Grover was shy as he let his own hospital gown fall to the floor, but he quickly forgot any shame when the trays of food were set before them. He was shorter and hairier, dark curling hair over his arms, legs, and belly-- really anywhere there could be hair.

They ate in silence in the center room, two on the couch and two on the floor, hungrily tearing through the bland sandwiches and drinking applesauce from a plastic cup. Wren wanted to say something, but Grover beat him to it.

"Do any of you know what day it is?" He looked up through dark lashes at the rest of them, his voice timid.

"136," Fox answered shortly. They were scraping the applesauce remains with two fingers, slurping it down like they had been starved. Their answer startled Wren, who had remembered it being only day 134 on his calendar in his room.

"Yeah but... what's the date?"

They all wordlessly shrugged. Almost five months, Wren figured it must be nearly June by now, but he had not been outside in weeks, and the calendar he had been given was blank save for appointment reminders.

"Does it really matter?" Corey had finished his food and leaned back on his arms, his crossed legs unfolding to spread. Wren tried not to stare at the other man's bottom growth, but it was so big. Bigger than Wren had ever imagined, nearly three inches long. "We're going to be here for another year and a half."

Fox seemed to have the same problem as Wren. Their sharp blue eyes were focused on Corey's dick, and they licked their lips.

"But we can leave if we need to, right?"

Grover was met with silence, though Wren could not tell if it was merely because no one knew, or because they were all thinking the same thing-- these scientists were keeping them there for as long as they wanted.

Corey smiled, "Don't worry about that. Besides, we're getting our next shot soon. Aren't you excited?"

Grover nodded in silence, his eyes unfocused as he stared at the floor.

"Oh cheer up," Fox purred. They had shifted on the couch, spreading their legs to show off their pussy. They had not grown nearly as much as Corey or Wren, but it was still noticeable peeking out between their shaved lips. Wren felt a strong urge to agree.

"We can always have a little fun together to pass the time. Maybe that will take your mind off of things. Time doesn't matter here, just that we're getting the results we wanted," Corey added.

"You've certainly gotten results," said Fox. Their eyebrows wiggled as they looked pointedly at Corey's erect cock. He blushed, but his grin widened. Wren felt himself reacting too, the energy suddenly changed.

"Have any of you gotten sucked off yet?"

That question startled him and Wren looked to Fox with wide eyes.

"Haha, what?" They laughed airily. "I bet you haven't. It feels so good to be able to get a blowjob now. Don't you want to know what it feels like?"

His cheeks and chest were positively burning, but he could not deny the way his body reacted to the idea. He had only been able to hump pillows up until now. They were all going to be together for who knows how long, so why not take the opportunity to experiment?

"I can show you... if you're interested."

They had begun to crawl toward Wren on the couch, one hand reaching for his thigh. He opened his legs readily for them.

"Wait, are you guys really going to--" Grover blinked in surprise, looking to Corey as if the bigger man would object.

"I can always go down on you," Corey offered. "If you're feeling left out, handsome. I've always liked 'em hairy." Despite Grover's clear apprehension, he nodded, his lips parted and eyes dark with lust.

That was how the four of them ended up between each others legs.

Fox caressed Wren's thighs as they began to lap at the leaking slick. Their tongue drew a long, torturous line up the underside of his dick, and he had to resist the urge to grab their hair. They had a wicked smile on their face as they teased him.

"You're quite big too. I bet they're happy with the results they've gotten from you," Fox murmured against his cock. They were so delicate with it, kinder than Wren had been to himself over the last month. His head tipped back on the arm of the couch and he let Fox pull one leg over their shoulder, the other hanging off the edge. They sucked kisses into the short length of his clit, tongue darting out to taste him. Wren shuddered and sighed with each teasing touch.

It was only when Fox finally wrapped their lips around him that he began to moan. He bucked up into the hot, wet cavern that enveloped him, fingers grasping for anything they could grip.

He could see Grover and Corey now, the smaller man on the floor underneath the larger. He was covering his mouth with one hand while he twitched and shook under the careful ministrations of Corey's mouth. Wren did not have a good view of them, but he could see Corey bobbing his head over a sizable cock.

Wren's pussy was positively dripping, and Fox's spit had begun to intermingle with his slick. He let out soft grunts of pleasure as his hips rocked up into their tongue. It was devilish and cruel, giving him just enough to make him tighten up, but then retreating to allow Fox to continue sucking.

The room was filled with soft moans the lewd sounds of slurping as the pair of them got their dicks sucked.

"Fo-o-x, oohhh," he whined breathily. "Please, I'm so close, Fox."

They looked up, but did not respond. Their mouth tightened and their tongue began to massage the underside of his clit.

"Fuck, Wren, you're so hot getting your dick sucked," Grover panted beside him. "It feels so fucking good."

"Ah, yeah, y-yeah," Wren nodded in agreement. His hips were starting to roll up of their own accord, thighs tensing as he felt himself grow close. He had clenched his fist into the couch cushion, but now he gripped the blond hair in front of him. He could not hold back the raging fire burning in his belly. His dick was so hard and it was impossible not to let his instincts take over.

He held Fox's head in place while he fucked up into their eager mouth, his breath coming faster and harder with each thrust.

Fox, for all the rough treatment they were receiving, simply moaned and closed their eyes. They let him control the pace, panting hard through their nose as they suckled on his clit. He watched them reach a hand under themself to play with their own cock.

Despite how good it felt, how aching he was for his orgasm, he could not cum. He felt it building and building, the pressure almost suffocating. His movements devolved quickly until he was just grinding over their tongue. He whined again, "No fair," and clenched his own eyes shut.

"Someone please... Please let me cum. Fuck, I need to cum so bad. Just say it please," he begged. He knew now he needed that command. Doctor Burch had known what he was doing when he ordered Wren in his office.

"Cum," Grover said, a sudden fierceness in his voice.

The dam broke and Wren pulled Fox's hair so tight it must have hurt. But they just moaned louder and rubbed their dick faster. His chest rose in a shaky gasp and he pulled them flush to his pussy as he fell apart in their mouth. They took his rough, grinding thrusts with a practiced ease, never stopping their tongue. It was only when he had stopped shaking and fallen back onto the couch that they let him fall from their lips.

He released his grip in the hazy afterglow, eyes unfocused once more. He could feel the wetness under him, the couch surely stained, but he did not care enough to shift away. Fox pulled up, their chin damp with their shared fluids.

"Look how hard you got me," they whispered, using two fingers to expose their pink clit, which jumped with each heavy breath they sucked in.

Next to him, Grover was bucking and moaning through his own orgasm. His hands grappled desperately with Corey's shoulders, toes curling as he cried out high, breathy noises.

"Ah, ah, ah oh fuck, Corey!" He squeezed the larger man between his thighs and he began to squirt. Wren saw the stream erupt from his pussy like a fountain. He moaned softly at the sight. He had never squirted himself, or even seen someone do it, but Grover was spilling his cum onto the hard floor and crying the whole way through.

When Corey pulled away, he left his partner a shivering mess of nerves and slick on the floor. His own dick had been caught in the spray, it seemed. Grovery's cum leaked from his dick, clear and shiny.

"Oh that's fucking hot," Fox panted. They were still stroking their clit, and spread their legs a little wider as Corey began to watch. "Did you know you could do that, Grover?"

Still dazed, the small man shook his head. He was able to pick himself up and crawl to the side of the couch. Wren reached one arm down for him to hold onto as he panted and curled up at his side.

"Never uh- never... Never did that before," he said. His voice was still shaky but he started to perk up.

"I can try to make you squirt," Corey said, offering his still-slick mouth to Fox.

"Mmm, that's really tempting," they hummed. "But I think I want to feel that monster of yours inside me." They pumped two fingers into their wet cunt, smiling.

"I can do that."

Corey climbed up onto the couch, and Fox shifted back to make room for him. He took hold of their thighs, his hands squeezing the fat of them as he spread them and pressed his dick between their soft pink lips.

"You want me to fuck you?" He rolled his hips in slow, teasing strokes, only parting the folds of their cunt enough to make them gasp.

"Oh yes, yes. I want you in me, your big dick in my tight hole," they moaned.

He slid in with a firm thrust and they both groaned as they locked together. Wren was tempted to touch himself again just watching. Corey began to fuck with short, hard thrusts. He could not pull out far, but that did not matter. Fox cried out with each one, their head lolling back as they took the pounding, and he could tell they were absolutely loving it.

"Can I kiss you?" Grover whispered in his ear.

"Oh, uh, sure," he nodded. He turned his head to accept his lips, opening his mouth in invitation for Grover's tongue.

"Ahh, yeah that's so good. You really are tight, Fox, squeezing me so good right now." He panted the words into the meat of Fox's thigh, his teeth grazing the milky flesh.

Wren's eyes kept darting between the pair and Grover, who was starting to rise up further. He had pushed his tongue in and now they were tasting each other. Grover's was twisted around his own, pressing insistently in to the roof of his mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, oh fuck," Fox squealed. They were so noisy, not that Wren minded. Corey leaned forward, though, and caught their lips in a sloppy, wet kiss. Their open mouths latched onto each other, each moaning into the kiss loud enough their attempts to be quiet were useless.

He had gotten his dick up again and tugged Grover's arm, pulling him up into his lap. The small man went easily and straddled his hips.

"Can I put it in you?" He asked with a deep, hungry tone.

"Uh, I don't know," Grover hesitated, "maybe just rubbing for now?" He rolled his hips as an example, and Wren gasped at the feeling of his wet hole rubbing against his dick.

"Alright," he nodded.

He pushed his hips up against the glorious slick between them. He was content with this for now. His fingers wandered to Grover's hips, guiding him to rut back and forth, their dicks touching momentarily with each motion. Wren sighed with pleasure. His eyes drifted shut and his mouth hung open, releasing soft breathy moans as they moved together.

Behind Grover, the other two were a mess of tangled limbs and obscene noises. They were going harder and harder, Corey pounding into the tight hole he'd been given like his life depended on it. All the while, Fox squealed into his mouth. Their arms had come up over his shoulders, blunt nails scraping at the skin and leaving sharp red lines.