From: <rad_rx@hotmail.com>
Subject: [MGS] New Story from a New Author
Date: Monday, October 01, 2001 4:05 PM


Hello, All:

I received a request to post the following from a fellow member this 
morning.  Let's hope he keeps it up.  Let the author as well as the 
rest of the board know how you like it.


BrunoMack-11
Chapter One

Dr. Jack Johnson was sore and angry.  It had been the worst day of
his life.  Not only had he gotten stable duty, but the damn horses
wouldn't cooperate when he was giving them their daily injections.
Jack was just glad that the whole day was over, and that he could lie
down and relax.  Jack got into the shower and let the water fall all
over his body.  He tried to pull his mind away from the events of the
day, but every time he seemed to, he was dragged back in.

Stable Duty was the worst assignment to get at Packardt Research 
Labs.  As one of the interns there, Jack knew that he would get 
assigned to it at least once every two weeks, but today had been the
third time in a row.  "I must have pissed off some-one," he thought 
as he put his boots on.  The walk down to the stables from the lab 
wasn't far, but it had rained all last night, and the walk was 
muddy.  Jack grabbed the digital thermometer, files, and the 
injection gun from the locked cabinet.  "Well, I'll just get this
over with and get back here in time for coffee." 

Jack went into the stables.  "Morning, guys," he called out.

There were 9 stallions; all of them prime candidates for the muscle
enhancer that Packardt was working on.  The research was going well,
and hopefully Packardt would be able to put the injection before the
FDA in two years or so.  The scientists at Packardt were hoping that
their new drug, Mack-11, would enable animals, and later people who
had genetic muscle disintegration use their bodies again.  Right now
the test subjects were all healthy stallions, but the muscle growth
that they had exhibited was wonderful.  Each month, the stallions
seemed to get faster and faster when tested on the track, and their
weight seemed to go up and up, and it wasn't fat but lean muscle
mass.

The injection wasn't a steroid, but a compound of some sort of
genetic material.  Jack wasn't too sure about it since he had
just gotten his internship at Packardt, and was more of a go-fer than
anything else.  Jack hoped that soon he would learn more about the
product and be able to help perfect it.  He had a friend whose sister
had MD, and he dreamt of the day that he would be able to help people
like Paula.

The first 5 stallions had behaved just fine.  Jack had taken their
temperature, gotten a pulse, respiration rate, and a weight.  He then
had swabbed down the left hock with alcohol, took out the injection
gun, and in 1 second it was all over.  You could tell from the look
the horse gave you that they felt the injection, but it was over so
fast that it was probably more of an irritant than a pain.

It had been fuckin Aries that had caused all of the problems.  He
could tell the horse was being temperamental as soon as he walked
into his stable.  Aires was a huge black stallion with the most
gorgeous coat, and huge black eyes.  Jack often wished that he was
one of the people that got to ride the stallions on the track when
they were going through their speed trials, but he was always the one
holding the watch, not the reigns.  He could just imagine what it
felt like to have such a beast between his legs.  Aries exuded power.

Jack stepped up to Aries and pet the huge beast.  "Good-boy," he said
as he went down to the tail area.  You know what to do.  Jack stuck
the digital thermometer up the horse's rectum, and waited for the
temp to show up.  Aries kicked at Jack as he waited, but Jack was
able to get out of the way before getting hit.  "Come-down, boy.
With your big ass-hole you can't feel much of this," he said.

Finally the temp showed up, and Jack wrote it down.

"Okay, boy.  We'll just give you this injection, and it will be all
over with."  Jack took the gun out of his coat pocket and walked
around to the horse's hock.  Perhaps the alcohol swab had been
cold, because Aires pulled away from Jack and had a look in his eye 
that made him nervous.  "You've been through this one hundred
times.  One… two… and…" Jack was just about to stick the gun on Aires
hock and pull the trigger when the horse picked up its back leg and 
hit Jack right in the thigh.

Jack went right down to the ground landing on the gun.  He felt the
quick blow of the gun as it shot right into his left leg. 

"Fuck!!!" Jack cried out.  Aires turned around with a look in his eye 
that made Jack want to get the hell out of the stable.  Jack began to 
stand up, but the horse kicked him again, sending Jack flying, and 
once again he landed on the hand with the gun in it, this time 
injecting himself over and over again three times in his left side.  

"I'm gonna die here," Jack though as the horse went for him again.  
The blow this time came to Jack's right side, and once again, the gun 
went off, hitting Jack with 5 doses into his ass.  Just when he 
though it was going to be the last blow that did it, Aries calmed 
down and walked away to the other side of the stable.

Jack stared at the horse and wondered if it was going to come at him
again.  After sitting in horseshit and hay for two minutes, Jack
attempted to get up.  When the horse made no move to go, Jack quietly
grabbed his stuff and left.  Jack was in pain, and a little shaken
up, but pretty much fine.  He went and got the stats from the next of
the horse, and got out the gun to give him his injection.

As he was giving the injection, he noticed that the gun was sticking
the horse, but nothing was going in.  The cylinder that held the
solution was empty.  Fuck, Jack though.  I must have shot a lot of it
when I was getting the shit kicked out of me.  Damn.  I'm gonna
look like an incompetent, and they're never going to let me do more
than clean the stables.  Jack looked around, and wrote down that each
horse after Aires had gotten their proper dose, and everything went
fine.  Jack even lied when he got back up to the lab and everyone
asked why he was covered in horseshit and mud.

"Laugh all you like.  Aires decided to be a little shit-head
today, but everything went fine.  Hey, Doctor Klein, this gun is 
empty."   He handed the gun over to the older doctor.

"Do you mind if I go and clean up?"

"Go right ahead, Jack.  We're closing up early today anyway.  Marcy 
is sick, and I'm not feeling too well myself.  It must be that bug 
going around.

"Yeah.  Frank must have passed it to Dr. Evora; they had been working
together last week."

"Yeah.  That must have been it.  I'll see you in the morning, Jack." 
Doctor Klein began to walk out of the laboratory.

"See ya."

The hot water felt wonderful as it hit Jack's body.  Jack had been
glad that Marcey Evora had been sick that morning.  If she hadn't
been, he probably still would have been at work smelling like
horseshit and feeling like he had gone one hundred rounds with King
Kong.  Standing in the warm water, all of the pain of that morning
went away, and Jack finally began to feel like a human again.

Jack got out of the shower, and began drying himself off.  As he was
drying his leg, he saw the red mark where the gun had injected 
him.  "Damn," he though as he looked at the other places where the
injection had been made.  Jack would have been worried, but he knew
that the injection had just been a muscle growth stimulant, and it
took more than a couple of injections to have any effect on a horse,
let along a human.  Jack continued to dry himself, blowing off the
whole incident.  "If I notice anything strange, I'll tell the doc.
Until then, I'm sure everything is going to be just fine."

Jack looked at himself in the mirror.  He wasn't bad looking.  He
wasn't as attractive as his intern-mate, Frank, but he wasn't a
monster either.  Jack stood about 5'5, had brown hair and brown
eyes, and a slim to trim build.  All of his life he had trouble 
gaining weight, and at 28, he was still only 135 with a 30-inch 
waist.  He had lean runners build only because he was so thin, and 
always thought that he should work out to try and build his mass up.  
Frank had encouraged him to work out with him, but Jack always 
declined saying that he was too busy.  Now as he looked at himself in 
the mirror, Jack thought that perhaps it was time to start taking 
Frank up on his offers.  Vet school was finished, and all of that 
studying was behind him; it was about time he got laid again.  Jack 
laughed as he realized that it had been nearly a year and a half 
since he had his cock in a girl.  Jack massaged his cock while he 
looked at himself in the mirror.  Being only 5'5", Jack's 5"
cock looked much larger on his frame than it actually was, but he 
always wished that it had been bigger.  Ah well.  His whole family 
was short.  While should he be the exception.

Outside, Jack could hear it beginning to start to rain again. 

"Maybe I should take a nap," Jack thought.  Without even bothering to
comb his hair, Jack walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.  
The room was a mess, but Jack didn't really care at that moment.  All
that sounded good to him was his bed.  Jack crawled into bed and
covered up his naked body.  The cool sheets felt wonderful against
his sore legs, arm, and side.  "Frank can have stable duty tomorrow,"
Jack mumbled to himself as he began to drift of to sleep. "I'm
through with horses."

*

Jack woke up to the phone ringing.

"Hello?"  Jack opened his eyes slowly and looked around the room.

"Jack?  Is that you?"

"Who the hell would be answering my phone, Frank?  What do you want?"

"I thought since we have the whole day off you might want to join me 
for a game of racquetball at the gym?  Interest you?

"I don't know, Frank."

"Stop being so damn ass lazy, Jack and get out a little."

"Fine.  What time?"

"How about four?"

"I'll be there."  Jack hung up the phone, and put his head back on 
the pillow.  As he was lying there, Jack could feel the strength of 
his cock hard underneath the blanket.  It had been a while since he 
had jerked himself off, so Jack thought he would give himself a 
treat.  Jack placed his hand on his cock, and he came instantly, 
shooting jism all over the place, over and over again.  It was one of 
the longest orgasms that Jack had ever had, and one he had put the 
least effort in.  "I guess when it's been a long time, it doesn't 
take much!"  Jack looked down at his still swollen cock.  It was 
still hard as a rock, and pulsing with his heartbeat.

"I'd love to put you to better use, but right now, I think I'm all you
have." Jack took hold of his cock again, and began to jerk it, 
feeling how thick and engorged it felt.  His cock never got this 
hard, even when he had been a teenager, but hey, why look a gift 
horse in the mouth!

He had only stroked it around 15 times when he began shooting he wad
all over the place again.   This time the orgasm was longer and
deeper, and Jack felt like he could feel it all the way to his soul.
His stomach and chest and hand were covered in semen, and Jack
couldn't believe that his cock was still hard and ready for more!

Jack jerked off eight more times that afternoon, if you could call it
jerking off.  Twice he hadn't had to do anything but look at his cock
and admire how thick, red, and veiny it was.  The head was huge, and
seemed to fill with more blood each time it shot.  Jack thought for a
moment that something like this could be a side-effect of the 
injection, but he laughed it away.  Hey, if he got these kinds of
mind-blowing orgasms from a horse injection, he'd take it again in a
second.

It was around three o'clock before Jack was able to get out of bed 
and take a shower again, washing off all of the dried cum that was 
coving his body.  His cock never fully went down, but it wasn't
as hard and rigid as it had been two hours ago.  Jack got out of the
shower, dried off, began to dress, and decided to put a jock on to
protect his now very sensitive cock.  It would really suck to be hit
in the balls with a flying racket ball today, especially after
everything he had gone through!

Jack arrived at the gym by four o'clock, just in time to meet Frank.  
Frank was much more athletic than Jack, but Jack held his own during 
the three games of racket-ball they played.  Even Frank had to 
comment on this in the changing room.

"Good game, Jack.  You really gave me a run for my money."

"Thanks, Frank.  I had a good time."

"We really should play more often."  Frank took all of his clothes 
off and began to walk into the shower.  Jack watched as Frank walked 
away, admiring the way his friend was built.  Frank was about 5 foot 
eleven inches, with black hair and blue eyes, chiseled features, and 
an athlete's physic.  It was funny to look at Frank and know that 
besides all of the sports he played in college, he had also graduated 
at the top of his class in both undergrad and vet school. Jack stood 
up and began to walk toward the shower when he stopped. His cock was 
starting to get hard again, an this time it was starting to get 
really hard.

Jack looked down, and nearly fell over.  As the blood began to fill 
every passage in his cock, it began to get longer and longer, thicker 
and thicker.  "Holy fuck!"

"What was that, Jack?"

"Nothing.  I've got to take a shit."  Jack ran for one of the toilets 
and slammed the door.  His cock was still getting hard, and still 
getting bigger.  What had once been five inches was now reaching 
eight, and it was as thick as a beer can.  Jack's heart beat as his 
cock continued to grow.

Beat…Beat…grow…stretch…

Beat…Beat…Grow…Stretch

BEAT…BEAT …GROW…STRETCH

Suddenly Jack was shooting cum all over the place.  It was like his 
cock had become a fountain.  The orgasm was hitting Jack like a drug, 
but he knew that he couldn't just sit here and let cum shoot all over 
the floor and the door.  Jack turned around, and with bending knees; 
Jack tried to aim his hard cock into the toilet.  Cum was shooting 
everywhere, and Jack was loving…and hating every second of it.  The 
orgasm was stronger than even the ones he had had this morning, and 
the jism was thicker and seemed to shoot further with every second.

"What the fuck has my cock become?" Jack thought as he looked down at 
what had once been his cock.  It was now nearly nine inches long and 
thicker than he had ever seen a cock before.  The head was as large 
as a fist, and as red as a tomato.  The veins were sitting up at 
attention, and this was the first time that he noticed that his balls 
were sitting lower in their sack, and appeared much much larger.

"Are you okay in there, man?"  Frank was out of the shower and 
banging on the door.

"Yeah.  I'm fine.  I think I'm…ahhh…a little sick to my stomach….holy 
fuck…I'll be out in a second….ahhh."  Jack listened as he heard Frank 
walking away.  Finally after another 3 minutes of cumming into, and 
around the toilet, Jack began to stop.  His cock began to deflate, 
and when it was done, laid down at a very thick six inches, which was 
more now soft than he had had hard.  When he knew that it was safe, 
Jack cleaned up what he could, flushed to toilet, and went back to 
the locker where he had his clothes.

"You sure you're okay?  You look really red."  Frank was dressed and 
staring at him.

"I'm fine.  I think I have what you had last week.  I had better get 
home."

"You need a lift?"

"Nah.  I'll walk."  Jack was dressed and heading out the door.

"You sure you're okay."

"I'm fine.  I'll call if I need anything.  I'll see you tomorrow."  
Jack walked quickly out of the locker room, and didn't feel safe 
until he was outside.  Jack wanted to go home.  He wanted to play 
with his new cock.  He wanted to feel it's thickness, it's new power, 
and enjoy it all night.  He felt hornier than any man on earth, and 
was going to enjoy cumming all night.  Jack walked quickly to his 
apartment while he thought about his new cock.  This must be what it 
really feels like to be a man.  Jack smiled as he knew he was going 
to have a lot of fun with his brand new, better model cock.

To be continued…