[More of my batshit needle things] ------------------------------------------------- "Doc?" The Scout's voice was shaking. "Doc, I don't think I wanna do this any more!" His toes were curled against the stirrups on the exam table, his thin wrists and ankles straining at the cuffs that held them in place. The buckles clinked, but the sturdy leather was strong enough to hold Heavy down. The team's skinny runner wasn't going anywhere. "Nonsense, Scout," the Medic purred. "Ve must see this through. You will enjoy the results... trust me." He swabbed an alcohol-soaked rag against the younger man's balls. "SHIT that's cold!" The Scout yelped. "No, man, no, I can't, I don't-" "Hold still," hissed the Medic. "This is a delicate procedure." "I KNOW I KNOW I KNOW," wailed the Scout, trying to press his thighs together. "Shh, shh," the Medic leered as he slid a needle into the soft skin of the Scout's scrotum. "There, how does that feel?" He released the clamp on a bag hanging from a drip stand. "Uh- ohhhfuck," the Scout's eyes rolled. "Weird- fuckin'- weird- oh-" The young man went limp in the restraints. "I told you it vould be enjoyable." The Medic applied some lubricant to his heavy rubber glove and stroked the Scout's cock, watching the liquid drain into the American's balls. The Scout continued to stammer, unable to formulate a complete sentence. "Why, warm, why-" "Of course I warmed the solution before starting. Cold would have the paradoxical effect of shrinking your organs; that is the last thing we need at this time." The Medic glanced over at another bag hanging from the same drip stand. "How does it feel?" "Good, so good," the scout gasped. "Very good. We shall start the second portion of the procedure." The Scout groaned, his head thrown back on the exam table. His eyes snapped open as he felt the cold alcohol on his cock. "Oh, Doc! No, man, no, please, this is- just STOP!" "But you are enjoying it so far," the Medic pointed out. "Now, do not squirm." Pinching the delicate skin at the Scout's frenulum, the Medic inserted the needle and started the flow. The Scout screamed, long and high, his fingers clutching spasmodically at the sides of the exam table even as the Medic taped the needles in place. "Do not thrash so," the Medic scolded. "You will harm yourself. Remain calm, and tell me how it feels." The German stood close to the head of the exam table, pressing his crotch to the smooth metal, stimulating himself through his pants and lab coat. "No no no NO NO!" The Scout kept screaming. Sighing, the Medic unfurled more straps from their position under the table, and bound Scout's thighs, calves and waist. "This will only take a few minutes more. The result will be wonderful." He held the Scout's head tenderly, stroking the younger man's hair. Eventually the Scout stopped screaming, and lay still, his bony chest heaving. "Doc, man," his voice was hoarse. "This is so fuckin' weird." "I know, I know," the Medic soothed. "But it is beautiful. You are beautiful." This, at least, got a shaky laugh from the Scout. "Doc, you need ta spend less time with Heavy, go into town and meet some girls." "That is not what I mean," the Medic's eyes were lidded behind his glasses. "The ability to change the human body, to render such alteration... is magnificent. Mein Heavy will accept many things... but he will not do this." "Seriously, Doc? I thought you and him did all KINDS of freaky shit." The Scout was distracted from his predicament. "Pain... Heavy is resistant to any amount of pain. It follows, he permits me to do as I like vith scalpels, to paint with his blood. But he will not let me... change him." "Like this?" Scout smiled, a ghost of his usual cocky grin returning, as he gestured to himself. He couldn't help it; the youngest of eight brothers, the youngest of a nine-man team, he didn't often get to be the centre of attention. "Like this, yes." The Medic checked the progress of the drip bags. "I believe this is complete. Sufficient for a first attempt, at any rate." He pinched off the tubes. Full of warm saline solution, the Scout's balls were larger than the Soldier's, his cock more girthy than the Demoman's. "Agh- Doc, that feels so fuckin' weird, just take the needles out, please!" "Patience, mein Scout..." the Medic breathed heavily as he withdrew the needles, then licked up the two beads of blood that formed, one on the Scout's swollen scrotum, the other just below the crown of his engorged cock. The Scout groaned, a strange, inhuman sound. "Doc, you can't-" "You keep saying this," the Medic leered. "And yet, I have. How does it feel?" The older man repeated. "It- oh fuck. It feels so fuckin' weird, tight and hot and so fuckin' sensitive." "It will feel even better, once you have an erection." The Medic freed the Scout's hands. "Touch yourself." "I'm not sure about this, Doc, it just looks so god-damn freaky..." the Scout hesitantly put his hand to his groin. He stroked experimentally, then with increasing vigour. "Oh, oh yeah, oh FUCK yeah!" "Slowly, Scout," the Medic put a lubricated, gloved hand over the Scout's own. "Savour it, liebling." The Scout moaned and writhed under the German's expert touch. "Stroke yourself, while I support your scrotum." "NOT a problem," the Scout moaned. "But, can you untie my legs?" "Ach, if I must," the Medic smiled ruefully. "You look so appealing, strapped down like that." "Yeah, yeah, save it for Heavy." The Scout flexed his toes as he lowered his legs to sit on the edge of the table. "Fuck, this is amazing." He looked down at his own bulging crotch. "Yes, Scout, as I promised." The Medic was panting slightly. "May I make one further request?" "No more blood, you perv." "Nein, as I said, Heavy is more than happy to permit that. I merely wish to... record." "You're not taking any pictures, you sick fuck." The Scout stroked himself. "God DAMN this is good." "Nein, no pictures. I vish to make an elektrokardiogram recording." He gestured to a blocky grey machine with wires attached to it. "A what? Ohhh..." The Scout was only half paying attention. "I vill record your heartbeat as you do this. It is... important to me." "No needles or whatever?" "No, none." The Medic held up two small pads at the end of some wires. "I will coat these electrodes in a harmless gel and tape them to your skin. They will not shock you, they record only." "Fine, I guess, but you have to keep touchin' my balls like you promised." "Have I done anything but what I promised?" The Medic smiled as he daubed the electrolyte gel on the pads and affixed them to the Scout. He took his time, caressing the younger man's chest, abdomen, arms and legs as he attached the leads. "Come ON, Doc, stop teasing!" The Scout squirmed. "Patience, patience." The Medic switched on the machine, and double-checked that it was printing out the steady spikes of the Scout's heartbeat. Smiling viciously, he squeezed the Scout's engorged cock. The Scout cried out in pain and pleasure, and the spikes on the printout leapt. "Yesss..." the Medic closed his eyes in pleasure, his broad hands cupping the Scout's heavy genitals. "You like this?" "Aww fuck, Doc, do that with your thumbs again," the Scout begged. The Medic did as he was asked, massaging and squeezing Scout's aching, swollen balls. The Scout's eyes were tightly shut, his mouth hanging open as he handled the unusual thickness of his cock. "Fuck FUCK fuck, so big, never thought it could be so big-" he fingered the sensitive crown of his penis, the only part still at normal size. "Gonna come, Doc, I'm gonna-" "Yes, YES," the Medic hissed, and dropped his head to take the Scout's cock in his mouth. The Scout screamed again, arching his body up off of the table, supporting his weight on one hand and his toes on the step. His orgasm was accompanied by an insane babble, compounded of "yes," "fuck," and "no," mixed with "stop," "please," and "more." When his orgasm was finished, the Medic gave the Scout's balls one final, loving squeeze. "Sehr gut, sehr gut..." he sighed, detaching the EKG leads. "Oh, fuck, Medic, never, I have NEVER come so hard," the Scout panted. "You, uh..." in the aftermath of orgasm, he was realising what he had done, what he had let the Medic do. "On your chin." "Ja, thank you." The Medic wiped up a drop of semen and licked his finger. "I can understand if you need to be alone at this time. I quite need to be alone, myself." His fingers tightened convulsively on the stack of heartbeat printouts. "Yeah, sure..." The Scout gingerly put on his trousers and left. Behind him, the Medic locked the infirmary door and sat down to fully enjoy the record of what had just transpired.