Medical Simulation

Chris closed his eyes and endured the pricks and cuts of the machine as it whirled around him. He was never a fan of needles, not deathly afraid or anything, just found them annoying to deal with. This machine, however, had not just machines but various other tools, all ready to dig into Chris. The needles took his blood, the scissors took his hair, blades took his skin, swabs took his saliva and sweat. Only after it had gathered all it could, did the arms retreat and the device went back to its nest in the rafters of the room Chris and Hank were in.

“There! No worse for wear, yes?” asked Hank to his patient. Chris just let out a sigh before he answered.

“I guess not. So, do we have everything we need?” he asked, internally begging the answer to be yes.

“We just need one more sample. One that I will leave you to provide yourself. Just please, aim for this cup,” Hank said as he handed him a measuring cup.

“Wait, you weren’t kidding?!” asked a shocked Chris.

“Of course not!” Hank said in a serious tone. “The X-Gene is, of course, a gene found in DNA. And, as I’m sure you know, semen contains your genetic code. What better way to try to find your ability than to attempt to look at your X-Gene?” Hank said in a matter of fact tone.

“I well...I mean...I guess?” stumbled Chris, not sure how he could counter the logic that the scientist before him told him.

“Excellent!” Hank said happily as he got up from his chair and made his way to the door. “I’ll give you some privacy. Have fun,” he said as he reached for the door.

“Uh, wait! Do you have any...uh...material to help, maybe?” asked the young mutant.

“Ah! Yes, that would be helpful, wouldn’t it?” said the older mutant. “Sadly, I did not think of that. But you are young with a strong imagination! I’m sure you’ll think of something to help stimulate you!” Hank said with a smile as he quickly left the room before Chris could object or say anything else to him.

“Well fuck, how am I supposed to do this?!” Chris asked the aether with a sigh. He looked around the room and saw nothing but a sterile scientific room. No magazines, no papers, no phones, computers that were password protected but most likely had only scientific tools on them, nothing of use for his conundrum.

Well shit. How am I supposed to do this? I assume Dr. McCoy won’t let me out until he gets his damned sample. There’s nothing here to use to help me jack off. I guess I could think about the fun I had with Mandy under the stairs. His manhood grew as he recounted her mouth as it engulfed his dick. The pleasure he gained from her bobbing her head back and forth, her tongue twirling around the shaft as she took him deeper and deeper into his mouth.

Then he switched to how her pussy felt. The velvety warmness that enveloped his tool when he first entered Mandy felt like nothing he ever felt before. Her folds massaged his dick as he pushed further and further into her. Her pussy squeezed his dick to provide maximum pleasure for him as he continued thrusting, aiming for her womb.

Chris’ hand snaked its way down to his shorts and pulled them and his boxers down as he began this recollection. His hand grabbed his manhood and he began to stroke himself. His pace increased as he thought more and more about what he and Mandy did that day. As he stroked himself and the fantasy was coming to its conclusion, Chris’ mind began to wander.

First, his mind made its way to Kitty Pryde, the girl his age that Jean and Scott brought with them when he was moving. She was shorter than him, but had her brunette hair up in a ponytail. She was wearing skinny jeans and a cardigan over a light green tank top. He could picture her cute little A or maybe B Cup tits below her shirt. With extremely pink areolas and cute little nipples. Chris brought his lips to her nipples as he sucked on them. His tongue flicked them as he tried to get imaginary milk to come out of them with how hard he was sucking. This Kitty silently moaned as the young man had no idea what she sounded like when she did. This did, however, make him want to find out what cute voices she would make as he played with her tiny tits.

His hands then slid down her tight tummy to her smooth pussy. His fingers slid into her tight, untouched mound. He watched her face contort in all sorts of ways as the pleasure the young girl felt lit up her brain. Her pussy was overflowing with love juices as his fingers rapidly moved in and out of her slit, his thumb making sure to stimulate her clit every few seconds. Chris could see Kitty shaking as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body thanks to his skillful fingers.

Chris’ hand continued to pump along his shaft but he had not quite hit critical mass yet. While his little game with Kitty was fun, it was not quite the same since he did not know how she would really act or sounded during such things. So his mind began to wander yet again. This time, however, it drifted to someone that could, perhaps, give him a more visceral simulation as he stimulated himself.