OK, last year, I took a community college chemistry class, and it was sooo easy… well, to be honest, the only thing I learned in that class all semester was the definition of the rubber object mentioned in this chapter…
Ludwig was teaching Iggy about lab equipment.
"What's that?"
"A beaker."
"What's that?"
"An Erlenmeyer flask."
"What's that?"
"A rubber policeman."
Meanwhile, Larry was listening in on them, and he perked up at the mention of "rubber", and smirked at the mention of "policeman".
Sounds like Ludwig is creating some NAUGHTY stuff in there!
Larry knocked on the lab door.
Ludwig grunted with reluctance as he answered the door.
"Umm, Ludwig, do you mind if I borrow your, uh, rubber policeman?"
"Larry? What use could you possibly have for my lab equipment?"
"Lab equipment? Aww, is that what it is?"
"What, did you think it was, a sex toy?"
Ludwig took the rubber policeman and showed it to Larry. It looked like a small spatula with a firm tip of black rubber. Larry held it, fingered it, squeezed the rubber part, and squinted his beady eyes at it.
"Oh, the things I could do with this…"
"If I have to sterilize that, then I am going to be one MAD scientist!" shouted Ludwig. Larry sulked and handed it back.
Meanwhile, Iggy had been thinking about the rubber policeman. What exactly had Larry been planning to do with it?
Iggy helped Ludwig with his experiments for another hour before Ludwig decided that he wanted to retreat to the tower where he kept his musical instruments.
"Iggy, would you like to practice pipe organ with me?"
Iggy screamed.
Ludwig sighed. Iggy wasn't taking to music like he hoped he would. He only seemed to be interested in science and invention.
Luckily for Iggy, Ludwig was becoming more trusting of him, even allowing him to work in the lab unsupervised.
Once Ludwig left, Iggy turned off the light. Thanks to his drug-widened pupils, he was overly sensitive to light. The phosphorescence of the glow-in-the-dark planets and stars stickers that young Kooky stuck all over the lab walls when he was little was all that Iggy needed to see.
He reached for the rubber policeman. He hunched over it, stroking his fingers up and down the length of it, pressing the rubber tip to his lips.
He jumped at an unexpected noise.
It was just Junior being a brat and whining to Wendy about something or other outside the lab.
Iggy scratched his head, wondering where to put it. He stretched open his eyelid, scraped the rubber around the edge, pushed against the eyeball, then stopped when it began to hurt.
He then placed the rubber up his nostril. He twisted it around in there, tingling from how good it felt, until he made himself sneeze.
Iggy loved sneezing. Even as a young child, he would spend hours sticking objects up his nose to make himself sneeze on purpose. He sneezed the rubber out a few more times before finding another orifice to explore.
He stuck the rubber down his throat. He didn't like this feeling; it reminded him of when the doctor stuck the tongue depressor down his throat. He went to a mirror and used it to play around with his uvula for a bit – at least until he made himself throw up.
Iggy brought the policeman down to his penis. He rubbed the tip of it with the rubber. It felt kind of good, like a cross between being tickled and having to pee, but in a good way, and he tickled himself down there for a bit. His cock hardened, and he brought the rubber tip down to his anus.
It hurt a bit when he tried to jam it up the tight-closed butthole. He squeezed his abdomen in an attempt to collect enough gas in his rectum to build up a fart…
Iggy stuck the rubber policeman up his gaping, flatulent anus. When it tightened again, he felt the surprise of having what felt like a turd suddenly in there.
Iggy made believe he was pooping, squeezing his rectum rhythmically while he stuck the rubber deeper in there. For some reason, doing this was making his cock harden.
Iggy then began to twist the rubber around. It chafed the walls of his rectum, but it made his cock harden for some reason.
Iggy pulled it out (which chafed even more, especially since his asshole was tight closed around it) and tickled his hard cock with it. The cock dribbled pre-cum all over the rubber policeman, thus lubricating it.
Iggy jammed it back up his butt. It slid easily up his tight anus. He then began to twist it around.
He loved the slippery feel, the way the rubber squished and stretched around in his rectum, and he rhythmically tightened and loosened his rectum over it.
This was all exciting his cock somehow. Iggy's erect member stretched and pointed upwards and spew a burst of cum-spray.
Iggy laughed in delight. The only problem was that he couldn't twist the rubber policeman around fast enough. He wanted it to twirl around in his rectum as fast as an electric drill.
Iggy rummaged manically through the lab until he encountered Ludwig's old power drill. He removed the drill bit and fixed the rubber policeman to it. He then fastened some wires to the drill motor and wired it up to a computer, which he then programmed to operate the drill by voice recognition.
He dipped the rubber into glycerin for lubrication and stuck it back up his ass. He asked the computer to spin it around at 1 rotation per second, then 10, then 20, then 50, then 100, attempting to find the angular velocity that felt best in his rectum.
It felt sweet for a while, but it then turned out that the drill did not have sufficient torque to overcome the tightness of Iggy's ass.
Iggy knew how to fix the motor to increase its torque. He had also pondering, what could possibly make the experience of a high-velocity rubber drill in the ass even more exciting…
ELECTRICITY!
Iggy went into a fever building the twisted contraption that had popped into his twisted head.
…
Iggy had himself strapped by an arm-restraining straitjacket to a table, with a network of electrodes wrapped around his cock and the drill, now fitted with its own computer chip, an auto-lubricator, and a high-torque motor, shoved up his rectum. He commanded the drill to twirl it around in his ass at 10,000 RPM.
Iggy laughed and tossed his body around like a flailing worm. The electrodes sent pulses through his cock at all the right moments. He had programmed the computer in the gadget to vary the angular velocity at which the motor twirls at random intervals so that it would always keep him guessing and excited…
At the exact moment that he hit climax, the electrodes sent a massive shock, just below the pain threshold, through his penis, causing it to burst out an aerosol of semen.
Iggy cheered, his brain wired by electric bliss.
He had also programmed the electrodes to hasten his refractory period so that he could cum again sooner.
"Good morning, Iggy. Judging by your laughter, you must have made something fantastic today!"
Iggy panicked at Ludwig's voice. He tried to undo the straitjacket that he had wrapped himself in, but since his limbs were all restrained it was a feat that required a Houdini to accomplish.
Iggy commanded the machine to turn off and stretched and hid his panic with laughter, hoping that Ludwig would not guess what he was doing or what this machine was designed to do.