Wolves of the new dawn

Frozen up

*Freesia*

Staring at the blood work results, disbelief floods through me. Each number, each sequence, seems to defy science itself. I've run the tests thrice, ensuring their legitimacy before I stand up, papers in hand, and head to Cass’s office.

"Come on in," she calls out as soon as my knuckles rap against the door. I step inside, my heart racing.

"Oh, hi Freesia. Are the tests done?" Cass asks, her eyes already scanning my face for answers.

I place the documents in front of her. "I did them three times, same results every time. I thought you'd want to see this."

Her eyes scan the pages, nodding, making quiet sounds of acknowledgment. "So he's human, at least on a DNA level," she states.

"He is, but more than that," I point to the data, my excitement palpable. "Look at these numbers. His vitamin and mineral levels are unprecedented." I move my finger down the page. "But here, there's something else."

"A second strand of DNA?" Cass's voice rises in surprise. "And this isn't human."

"No," I shake my head, "it's unknown to me, like he's two entities in one. And look, his testosterone levels are through the roof. Could he be fertile?" The excitement in my voice betrays my scientific curiosity.

"I think it's a real possibility. We should do a full physical," Cass rises, determination etched on her face. "But for this, we need to immobilize him, for our safety and his."

Even though I hesitate, I nod, knowing some procedures could be more painful if he moves. Also not knowing fully what he is, he could become dangerous.. "I guess you're right. I'd like to help with the physical."

"I would appreciate your help," she says, leading the way out of the office and down the hall to where he's kept.

Pressing the button, the wall turns transparent. There he sits, in the corner, seemingly asleep, his body curled around itself, his chin resting on his knees. "I honestly feel bad about this. When he's human, at least mostly, it feels wrong to force him."

"I do feel you," Cass sighs, "but imagine the breakthroughs he could give us. We need to find out, and I have a feeling he won't volunteer this time."

"How do we do this in the easiest way, with the least discomfort to him?" I ask, watching him, torn between the thrill of discovery and the ethics of our approach.

Cass looks thoughtful, her mind clearly racing through the options. "Hmm, the easiest for him would be sedation, but we have no idea how he'd react or how much to give him. It could be dangerous. Easiest for us is having him naked and immobilized. So, I suggest using the shower, that will leave him clean and undressed, and then the paralyzing gas."

"I guess you're right," I concede, though the thought of paralyzing someone sends a shiver down my spine. "We need to make it fast and safe."

We have two male nurses roll in the shower cabin, informing him he's allowed to take a shower. They draw a curtain in front of the door, to give him a sense of privacy as they leave.

We wait, watching as he examines the shower cabin, turning the water on and off, clearly checking it for safety.

Finally, he decides it's safe and slowly pulls off his shirt. His chest is lean but sculpted, every muscle defined, there is not an ounce of excess fat.

"He seems to live on a lean diet," Cass comments, breaking through the sudden image in my head of my fingers tracing those muscles.

"Yeah, but there's more to it," I say. "It's a combination of diet, manual labor, and the testosterone level, I think." The intrigue is undeniable.

He unlaces his boots, removes them along with his socks, then opens his pants, pulling them off and folding them. His legs are slender but muscled. He turns his back as he removes his underwear, leaving him completely bare.

Cass giggles, a sound I've never heard from her before, then rolls her eyes. "Okay, I have to admit, that is one well-shaped behind."

"Cass!" I giggle too, then he turns around, reaching for the shower cabin door, and I hear her gasp, my own voice laced with shock. "Holy shit... is... is that thing caused by testosterone?"

"It could be. Maybe it's some sort of mutation," she says, staring wide-eyed as he steps into the shower. "Do you think it's... functional?"

I bite my lip, considering. "It seems like it would take quite a large amount of blood to fill, but on the other hand, he's healthy, so maybe... But would any woman really want to deal with that?"

"Well, from a doctor's perspective, I guess it could prove a positive thing," she says as we watch him start to wash. "Oh, it does seem to work."

"Yeah, it works... and it gets... bigger," I say in awe, watching as the water runs over him, clearly eliciting a physical reaction, making his male appendage grow longer and thicker.

*Torren*

I step into the shower, a sense of unease lingering, but the allure of warm water and soap is too strong to resist. What's the worst that could happen?

Closing my eyes, I let the warmth and the sensation of the soap on my skin spark a longing within me. It's tempting to indulge, to give in to the urge to pleasure myself, but the vulnerability that comes with it stops me.

Just as I'm about to turn off the water, there's a strange sound, then another, like air escaping. f**k, this can't be good. I reach for the shower door, managing to open it, but as I stagger out, my limbs start to stiffen up.

Damn, I've walked right into a trap again. For f***s sake Torren, keep your head straight, or you'll be dead soon. I can't reach my clothes or even a towel. My body feels like it's completely frozen.

A minute later, the door opens, and the two female doctors enter with a transparent plastic gurney between them. I focus on breathing, at least I can still do that.

"I'm sorry about this," the younger one says, the cute one who drew my blood yesterday. "We're not going to hurt you, only examine you and do some tests. There might be some discomfort though. This is the safest way, I promise it is only temporary."

They flip the gurney vertical and place it behind my back. Silicone bands tighten around my legs and chest, and the gurney starts to flip back to horizontal. Now I'm lying on it.

The doctors grab an end each, rolling me out of the room and down a corridor. The cool air makes my skin contract, and I wonder where we're headed and what they're going to do to me.