Testosterone-X Ch. 06

True to his word, Doctor Burch stopped by daily after breakfast. He seemed to focus more on Wren than any of the others, but still, everyone got their exams and a bit of praise.

Today the doctor watched them eat, head tilted as he stared silently at the four test subjects. Wren had initially stopped eating, thinking that Burch was waiting on them to focus, but the man waved his hand and he returned to scarfing down the gooey scrambled eggs and dry, chewy toast. He no longer felt so uncomfortable being observed by his doctors.

After they'd all finished and piled onto the couch together, Doctor Burch approached. He pulled four leashes from the bag he'd brought with him.

"Now boys, today's exam will be a little different. I know you're digesting, but please stand up and present yourselves," he said. His hand fidgeted with the clip of one of the long black rope leads.

As usual, Wren stood first. He lifted his chin, ears flopping and mouth curled up in a pleased smile. The leash made a sharp click as it closed around the D-ring of his collar.

"Good boy, Wren. Go stand by the door while I leash the others."

Wren stood obediently at the door with his tail raised. The leash was a firm, heavy weight around his neck, pressing the nylon collar into his skin. He couldn't explain it, but it just felt so right. The others, in various states of willingness, were leashed as well and made to join him, one after the other. Fox tugged on their own black cord beside him.

"I'd say you're shaping up to be excellent little pets," Doctor Burch praised. He held Corey's leash in a tight grip as he came to the door, and Corey followed close behind. Once he'd gathered all of their leashes in one hand, he swiped his keycard over the door's lock and led them out into the hall.

Wren hadn't seen this hallway in what felt like months, though he knew it was likely much less time. It was colder than he remembered and the carpet was rough against his bare feet.

The doctor led them easily, all four pups trailing behind him with only mild curiosity at the change in surroundings. It was down the hall, several turns, and then they went through a pair of large double doors.

They found themselves inside a large room-- one which reminded Wren of a school gymnasium, except the floor was a charcoal-colored, firm mat that cushioned his feet, and there was no smell of floor polish or basketball nets hanging from the ceiling. It was big though. He thought it must be at least ten times the size of their little shared room. There were many people inside, all with different colored collars and being led by lab coat-clad doctors. Along two of the walls were odd compartments made of metal bars, thick silver poles that looked like they were built into the ground and walls.

Fox and Grover were passed off to another doctor, leaving Wren and Corey in Doctor Burch's care. He was quick to placate them that they would not be gone permanently. He must have noticed the way Wren watched them go, his tail tucking between his legs.

"Don't worry, you'll see them again. This is only the introduction to Phase 3, you still have a few more days together."

"But Doctor Burch, what is Phase 3?"

Wren's question went unanswered as a voice boomed over the room, grainy and slightly distorted.

"Please line all pups up against the wall for inspection and make sure they are securely tied."

Doctor Burch did just that. He brought the pair of them over to one of the many gaps in the fence along the wall. Wren and Corey were separated by metal bars, able to see each other, even touch hands if they reached out and stretched, but they were tied up to a thick pole parallel to the wall. He could hardly put a name to them, but the best word to describe it was a stall.

Wren had been at a dairy farm on a field trip once, and the image came back to him of the cows in their partitioned spaces, kept in place by ropes around their neck and head. He wondered if he was meant to be the cattle in this situation, leaning against the pole with his ass in the air.

"Stay put and behave, boys. They are not just judging you, but my progress. I want you on your best behavior for the inspectors. They decide when you get to move on," Doctor Burch said quietly to them. His voice was hardly above a whisper.

Wren tried to turn around to see what was happening. He was met with a smack to his nose, which made him yelp and flinch away.

"Forgive him, Inspector, he's a curious one," the voice of Doctor Burch said behind him.

The words were met with silence.

Wren faced the wall, nose stinging and eyes welling up. He could see Corey out of the corner of his eye, and the larger man looked furious, his leash tight between his neck and the bar as he strained toward Wren.

A cold, even voice came from behind him, a little further away. "Designation?"

"Wren," he tried to reply, thinking the inspector asked for his name.

"Eight-fifty two-nineteen," Burch responded over him, just loud enough to drown him out. He fell silent, confused.

"Pup Eight-fifty-two-nineteen. Date of arrival?" He could hear the scrape of a pen on paper as the day he'd begun the trial was given freely.

"He only began Phase 2 recently. You think he is ready so soon?"

"Yes, ma'am. Wr- I mean, Pup Eight-fifty-two-nineteen has shown progress unlike any I have ever seen. His whole cohort. They've taken to the changes quickly, tails and ears fully fledged," Doctor Burch told the inspector. Wren felt a hand grasp his tail around the base and it was lifted away from his butt. His eyes widened.

"We'll see if your pups hold up to the assessment. Need I remind you, if they do not meet our criteria we may re-examine your position here, Doctor. I expect nothing less than perfect scores from them," the inspector said. The hand dropped from his tail and he quickly curled it back between his legs, a sudden fear running through him. What would happen to him if he didn't get a perfect score?

"I am... Well aware, ma'am," his doctor bit out.

"Then I will begin."

The inspector stepped into his stall and he saw her now. She was tall and thin as a rake with bony hands grasping a clipboard and pen. She had black hair and blue eyes, her face lightly wrinkled and pointed. Her eyes were cold as they fell upon him, tracing over every inch of exposed skin.

Wren's self-consciousness was back in full force under her scrutiny. What was he being judged on? What criteria did he have to meet?

With one hand, the inspector reached to his face and grasped his chin.

"Sit." Her tone was one of command, and it was a command he could not disobey.

Wren knelt on the padded floor and looked up. His ass rested on his calves, his tail swaying slightly against the floor. He could not tell if she was satisfied with his response. His jaw was still held tight in her grip. She released him to write something down.

"Stand, ass up, hands on the pole."

So Wren did.

He held that position, his tail straight up. He was starting to feel the cow metaphor more strongly as she used one hand to poke and prod at him. She started at his back, tracing the slight curve of his spine. Then she felt his chest and belly. Her fingers were cold but he did his best not to flinch away from them. Her expression never changed.

The inspector's hand eventually touched his pussy. He gasped and felt his lips tremble slightly but he stayed still.

"What was his original length?" She pinched his dick in such a clinical way that Wren didn't think he could possibly be aroused. Nonetheless, his heart began to pound and heat filled his groin as blood swelled the length of his cock. The inspector's hand shifted in surprise.

"Ah, 1.5 centimeters. His last measurement was three and a half inches." Doctor Burch sounded proud, and Wren could almost see the pleased smile on his face.

The inspector pulled something round and yellow from the pocket of her blazer. It turned out to be a measuring tape, which she unraveled. She handed her clipboard to someone behind him.

Wren could not quiet himself when he felt her hand press between his legs. She gave him a swat on the lips of his pussy that made him yelp and shake. But his dick only throbbed harder. It strained now, hood pulled back to show the round, pink head. She pressed the silver tip of the measuring tape to his pubes and pulled the flat strip taut along his dick.

"Three and three-quarters inches," she said. The measuring tape receded. "And full erection in twenty-four seconds."

She wrote it down with her pen as soon as her clipboard was returned to her. The measuring tape went back into her pocket, neatly rolled. She continued with her inspection. Her fingers returned, this time pressing into his cunt without hesitation.

"Quick to wet, but I can't be certain you did not prep him beforehand."

He didn't, he wanted to say. He didn't prep me, I'm just a slut! Wren remained silent though, eyebrows furrowed as he watched her as best he could.

"See what I mean? This formula is giving us every desired result in almost half the time, and almost no side effects!"

"Almost?" She did not sound impressed, or as interested in the formula as Doctor Burch. Her tone sobered him some.

"The pups were a little sick when their tails were coming in. But I'm sure if we just draw out the doses a little further we can avoid that," he said. His voice was sheepish, though Wren could not see his expression.

The inspector withdrew and wrote some notes onto her clipboard.

"Has he been penetrated by anyone yet?"

That question made Wren feel a little nervous. He turned his head to Corey, who looked similarly concerned.

"Ah well, of course, the boys play with each other, you know. But the biggest is barely comparable to a few fingers."

Wren wanted to argue that Corey was plenty big, and he'd been much more fulfilling than Doctor Burch had been. But he did not want to fail his assessment.

"Hmm."

There was silence again as she began to circle him, giving him firm two-fingered slaps as she doled out swift orders to him.

"Straighten your hips." Swat! He straightened his legs.

"Arched back." Smack! His back stung.

"Look forward." The next hit came to his cheek.

Wren choked back a noise and stared at the bar he gripped with white-knuckled force. That seemed to content her with his posture.

He could only breathe through the sudden rush of arousal he felt. He was positively dripping and could hear the splatter of his slick against the mat underfoot. He could feel so many eyes on him. His dick ached so badly. The throbbing length of his clit twitched in time with the pounding in his chest. He'd never felt like this before, not even when he was fooling around with Fox, Corey, and Grover.

"Well now... I was considering skipping the final part of the assessment but I think we ought to cover all of our bases," the inspector said, obvious interest in her words. She snapped her fingers.

"Bring one of the cats over here. Sterile, don't want to ruin his potential," she ordered. Someone hurried to follow her command. Wren was confused as to what a cat had to do with anything, sterile or otherwise.

That was, until he heard the jingling of a large bell, and a human voice, "Mrrow."

"Present yourself, pup." This time the inspector gave a full-force smack to his ass, no doubt leaving a stinging red mark there.

He flinched away but obeyed. Doctor Burch had taught him how to present very well. Wren spread his legs further apart to show off his pussy and pressed his chest to the bar, arms bent and against his chest. His tail wagged enticingly as he arched his back and put his ass in the air. He turned his head to see a tall, wiry girl crouched behind him on all fours, long hair falling down her shoulders. She had cat ears and a tail arched behind her. Her breasts swung heavily on her chest as she looked up at him with wide and hungry eyes.

"Up," the inspector said.

The 'cat,' if she could really be called that, pounced on him with a jingle of her bell collar. He felt the weight of a warm body fall on his back, and an odd but familiar sensation of tits pressed to his back. Her body pushed his tail to the side, somewhat uncomfortably. A dick pressed between his legs.

The kitty began to rub between his legs, the head of her dick brushing his own in tantalizing strokes. She sounded desperate as she whined and tried to fuck him. A hand caught her dick between them and guided it to his hole.

Wren howled as the long, cut cock struck home inside him. The cat-girl's arms wrapped around his belly, her blunt nails digging into his skin as she began moving fast and hard. Her bell rang with each thrust into his pussy.

He knew they were all watching him take this girl's cock right now. Though he could hear moaning in the background, across the room, no one else could match the sound of the slap of their hips, tight muscle on round asscheeks, as he was fucked. The inspector stood next to him, and her hand held the cat-girl's leash. She reached to wrap two fingers around his collar. Wren's breath stuttered as she pulled it tight.

He could only take the pounding with high-pitched, begging moans. His dick twitched and he rolled his hips forward into the cold air, hoping for any contact on its hot length.

The cat-girl's mouth fell on his shoulder but began to work its way up, nibbling at the skin until she was at the back of his neck. She bit down and he wailed. Wren bucked under her, the pain sending a shock and thrill through his blood. He clenched around her cock and arched further, his chest dropped low now as she kept fucking him.

She did not let go of the skin of his neck even as he whimpered. Her teeth were clamped tightly, likely to leave a mark there once she let go. He could feel the sharp points of them, and though they did not draw blood, he was sure they could if she wanted to.

The inspector made small comments about their performance while she watched. "Mm, yes. He really can take it, can't he? Good girl, give it to him rough."

Her grip tightened and she practically lifted herself onto him, thrusting with a fervor that nearly knocked him over. She was responding to the comments just as well as he was. He could feel her toes curling against his ankles.

Wren panted raggedly against the padded wall in front of him. Drool spilled from his mouth, which he could not close to hold back his sounds, and it began to drip over the bar. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came untouched with a choked cry. He could feel himself gushing around her cock, staining the mat with more of his slick as he fell over the edge. His dick pulsed almost painfully.

His grip weakened as shudders of pleasure wracked his body. Still, she fucked him. The cat-girl was relentless in her sexual fervor.

When she finally did cum, panting and yowling, he nearly collapsed. The bar was supporting almost his entire weight now. He felt her cock spilling inside of him-- sterile, he remembered-- and she ground her hips against his.

The cat-girl dismounted him and her leash was handed off to someone else.

His legs shook with the effort of holding himself up. He could hear the inspector writing something down beside him, and when she stopped she said, "You may kneel."

In an instant, Wren fell to his knees, panting against the bar. He felt his spit smear over his cheek and his pussy lips were still dripping, now with his own slick and the cat-girl's cum, but he didn't care. His dick still poked up between his legs, all few inches of it still throbbing with want.

He wanted more after that. After she'd bitten the back of his neck so hard it would bruise and fucked him like an absolute animal, Wren wanted to feel it all over again. If his legs would have listened, Wren would have tried to present himself again. He could hardly do more than wag though as he came down from his orgasm. The room was quieter now around him, save for his heavy panting.

"Well, Doctor Burch, if your next pups meet this standard of quality, I suspect we'll be looking to your team's formula for the next batches," the inspector said, her voice back to the clinical coldness from before.

"I- thank you, Inspector. You're very kind."

"Not kind, doctor. I simply see the results I want. You'll receive his scores tomorrow and we'll get to pairing him with a trainer. I have someone specific in mind, but I'd like your input. You've worked him the most of your team, and you know his temperament," she said. She stepped away from Wren and her shoes smacked against the mat as she walked over to the next stall.

Corey was the next pup to be examined.

Wren was allowed to relax. Doctor Burch ruffled the hair between his ears and whispered a "good boy" to him that made him wag tiredly.

It was strange watching the same sequence happen right next to him. Doctor Burch introduced Corey as Eight-sixty-nine-eighteen. Through the bars, he could see Corey being inspected by her sharp, probing fingers. He did not make so much noise when she swatted him, simply grunting softly through his nose.

The inspector hummed appreciatively as she measured his fat cock. Corey winked at him as he made it flex in her hand. He could not help a small giggle.

Corey was not subjected to a cat-girl mounting. He instead was made to fuck the inspector's hand. And fuck, he did. Wren tried to suppress his growing arousal at the sight of his roommate bent over and thrusting his long, dark cock in and out of those tight fingers. He could almost imagine he was that closed fist. He knew well enough how Corey felt when he was spreading you open, his hips rolling hard and quick. He longed to feel that now.

Wren shifted to lean his back against the bar, legs falling open as he faced outward at the center of the room. His dick was still a furious pink and overly sensitive to the cold air circulating overhead. He did not risk touching himself. He had a feeling that Doctor Burch would be upset at him if he did.

He watched his roommate with dark, lidded eyes, his tongue peeking out from his parted lips. He wanted to be under him so badly. There was a deep need in his chest. He'd finally been mounted like a bitch and he wanted to feel nothing but the slick slide of a cock in his pussy. He could feel the cat-girl's mess oozing out of him still.

His sprawled posture caught the attention of Doctor Burch, who tsk'ed like he was being naughty but said nothing. How could it be bad to show off how hard and wanting he was? He just wanted to be a good boy.

Corey was panting and grunting in the stall beside him. If Wren was a cow, then Corey was a bull. He slammed his hips forward with a force that shook the inspector, his dick throbbing visibly in her grip. He growled through his release with a ferocity that made Wren shudder.

The inspector wiped her hand on a towel offered to her, and again she took notes on his performance. She seemed very pleased with them so far. She even praised Corey, despite him shifting his head away from her touch. His drooping ears swung as he did so, and he tucked his tail between his legs.

"Are these next two yours as well?"

"No, Inspector, the other two are further up, in the ninth batch." He pointed the inspector toward the corner, where Wren saw a familiar mop of blond hair on a round, eager body. A fox's tail swished back and forth.

"I will see you there, then."

Corey did not seem so exhausted by his inspection but he was still hard like Wren. He looked over from his stall with a grin as he kneeled, still holding the bar.

"Fuck that bitch, but it was hot to watch you get fucked. I'm gonna give it to you good tonight," he whispered as the inspector began her assessment next door. He twitched his cock for show, which Wren whimpered at. He wanted it now!

He couldn't say that though. He'd sound like a petulant brat, not a good boy at all. So he nodded his head and let his own dick beg for attention it would not get.