Courts and Cabals 2 by G.S. D'Moore (warren buffett book recommendations TXT) 📗

back in my vision with a smile. “We need to take a sample of spinal fluid, so try not to move. If you do, we could do permanent damage to your spinal cord.”

“What?” I replied weakly before someone stabbed me in the spine with a needle big enough to drink a milkshake through.

I’ll admit, I cried a little. It felt like someone was trying to suck out my soul with a plunger, and unlike a quick blood draw, this seemed to last forever. Still, I didn’t move a fucking muscle. If I was ever going to get out of here, I needed to be able to move my legs.

“Done.”

I gave a final sob as I felt the needle slip out of me.

“Turn him over.”

“Now what?” I groaned, as I found myself face down.

“Oh nothing, just a little prostate exam,” Vernon nonchalantly mentioned right before a doctor went inside me.

“Gods, please be the girl doc.” No one had ever been inside me before, but I hoped my first time was with a woman.

It was the strangest sensation to have someone rooting around in there. It was a little painful, but my dick gave a few twinges when they rubbed me just right.

“Do you like Frank’s fist in your ass?” Vernon mocked.

“Nineteen fifty called and it wants its homophobia back,” I retorted, and made the UN agent growl defensively.

“I’m done,” a very male voice announced as the tightness in my ass lessened. “Do you want to . . .?”

“No, get the machine,” Vernon cut him off, and they maneuvered the table so I was upright.

The contraption they wheeled out was unlike any medical device I’d ever seen, and that made me wary. I flinched away from it, and began to struggle as they maneuvered it into position in front of my crotch.

“Hey, guys, come on,” I pleaded, but they didn’t listen.

At least this time a woman was in charge. The device was some sort of adjustable ring configuration, which they settled around my flaccid cock. With a tug, they tightened it to the point of being uncomfortable. Then, the woman took a sterile alcohol wipe and cleaned the tip of my penis.

“If you guys want me to rub one out really quick, I can. It’ll take thirty seconds, tops. Just untie me, please,” I pleaded, but no one did anything.

At least the female doctor gave me the courtesy of an answer. “We need a sterile sample,” she explained. “That’s why we use the machine. Just relax, and it’ll be over soon.”

I gave her a look. The cabal got their sample from Lilith blowing me in a janitor’s closet. I had a hard time believing the UN needed to use the Jerkoff-O-Meter 5000.

With that said, someone flipped a switch, and the machine hummed to life. The ring tightened around my cock and started to move back and forth, coaxing me to life. I groaned at the pleasure and the pain. There wasn’t any lube of any kind, so they might as well have been using steel wool; and for purity reasons, it never made it close to my sensitive tip. It just rapidly jerked my shaft like some high school freshman that didn’t know how to give a hand job.

It also took a hell of a lot longer than it should have. When I finally came into the specimen container the female doc held at the ready, my dick was bright red from chaffage. Combined with the prostate exam, I was sure I wouldn’t be walking right for a few days.

“Why?” I sobbed in defeat as they undid the contraption, and took another alcohol wipe to my dick. “This is some cruel and unusual shit, you guys.”

“Because you’re a criminal, Dupree,” Vernon stated matter-of-factly. “You’re an unregistered, novel supernatural. Everywhere you’ve gone in the last few months, death and destruction has followed. Maybe you’re not a completely self-absorbed asshole, and maybe you are; either way, we’re doing what we have to do to keep people safe.”

“I haven’t done anything!” I cried, full of emotion; least of all from my raw dick. “The only person who’s been in any danger sense this whole shitshow started is me!”

“And have you asked yourself why?” Vernon studied me.

“No,” the word dripped with irony. “I just shrug off people trying to kill me left and right, fuckin’ retard,” I practically spat at him.

“What did you find out?” Vernon actually seemed interested in what I was saying, instead of just fucking with me.

“I found out the Fae are self-righteous assholes. They’ll do what they promise but nothing more, so you’d better have an army of lawyers backing you up when you make a deal with them. I found out that some people will actually put their life on the line for me, and me for them. I found out I’m not as helpless as I thought,” I made the last one sound like a threat on purpose. I wasn’t going to let any more assholes push me around.

“I learned who I can really trust,” my voice fell to a whisper.

Vernon looked at me for several seconds before he grunted and walked away. Becky, who I now remembered was the mountain lion shifter chick who nearly killed me with a fucking machine gun, followed him out.  Needless to say, I didn’t really like her. She might be hot, but I’m also pretty sure it was her pussy I smelled on Vernon’s breath. That was one big soft-off in my book.

The doctors followed them out, and turned off the light when they left. I still had tubes sticking out of me, and the beep beep beep of my heartrate echoed through the room.

“Do they expect me to sleep?” I wondered, and almost immediately got an answer.

There was a hiss-slurp of something delicious being pumped into my bloodstream. My