Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 22:00:29 EST
From: Wardsafe@aol.com
Subject: Medical Lab Rat

Being just out of college with a master's degree in
psychology and not having a job I am wondering how the hell
I'll survive and make a living. Considering that the only
other qualification was that of being captain of the swim
team and looking great in Speedos I'm without.  With no
money to pay the rent I'm reading every want ad offering any
method of making a dollar. After a few weeks of desperation
and being one month behind in my modest rent I found an ad
in one of the underground papers that held some promise.

The ad was looking for healthy men between the ages of 21
and 26 to participate in a medical study involving male
sexuality. The offer was to provide $500 for a one day study
involving various medical tests with no invasive procedures.
How bad could that be?

I decided that this was worth a look and called the listed
number. After a cursory interview the person on the phone
granted me a preliminary interview. I arrived at the
appointed time and was ushered into a small office with a
single desk and a very handsome young man with the required
clipboard. After countless questions about my personal life,
my family history, previous sexual practices and dietary
habits I was granted a second meeting that would involve a
medical exam and medial history.

An appointment was scheduled and I was told to not eat
twelve hours before and to avoid alcohol for two days. Upon
arrival I was sent to an interview room where I answered
more questions that you could imagine. After an hour I was
taken to a small exam room with the typical medical
appointments and told to remove my clothes and put on the
required paper gown. The Doctor arrived and told me to
remove the paper gown and stand facing him. He sat on a
small stool and looked me up and down several times. I found
it unusual that he started with the typical hernia test
followed by an order to bend over the table. As I followed
instructions I heard the ominous sound of the rubber glove
and the instruction to move my feet apart. As I waited in
dread I finally felt the cold wet feel of his lubricated
finger at my anal opening making small circular motions.
I've had this done before but never with so much teasing.
I'm starting to get erect and am a bit embarrassed by the
method he is using. I finally told him that if he continued
that I would get aroused. With that comment I felt his
finger slowly insert into my sphincter and search for my
prostate. My protest was a little late and my cock had
reached half staff by the time he had finished. After poking
and probing he removed his finger and proceeded with the
exam. After the usual heart, lung and probing and poking he
said that he was going to order some blood work and that the
exam was nearly complete. As he finished the remaining tests
he explained that on completion of the test work they would
be in touch.

After a week, I was contacted and informed that the medical
tests were satisfactory and that I would be elevated to the
next level and scheduled for an appointment to explain the
fee to be paid and what the study involved. This appointment
was scheduled and I again was led to a small office with a
single desk and guest chair. The interviewer was again a
young handsome man with a charming demeanor. It was
explained that the fee would be $500 and it would involve a
one day study involving the sexual physiology of the male.
Medical procedures were defined as limited and non invasive
and it was explained that once committed I would be required
to complete the program. A contract was provided that
explained that all procedures and that if for some reason I
failed to complete the program there would be no applicable
fee paid. The contract clearly stated that I would suffer no
permanent damage or visible marks on completion of the
program.


One more appointment was scheduled and on arrival I again
was taken to a small interview room. I was given a list of
written instructions that included not to eat for twelve
hours prior, take a mild laxative provided and prior to
arrival take three large water enemas. My appointment was
scheduled for the following Monday and I was to arrive at
0800 exactly.

After all of these appointments and meetings, needless to
say, I was a bit apprehensive when I arrived on Monday. Once
again I was directed to a small office where it was
explained that there were 100 other men involved in the
study, how long the tests would last and when I could expect
to leave that day. I was then given a confidential statement
to sign agreeing to never divulge the nature of the study.

On completion of the paper work I was directed to the exam
room where I was told to remove my clothing and told to put
on the usual paper gown and given my protein shake as
promised. After sitting for about fifteen minutes the door
opened and a young man entered explaining that he was there
to give me an enema. I protested and explained that I had
already done that, but was informed that this was standard
procedure and was told to lay on the table in a fetal
position. He carefully lubed my ass and inserted a rather
large tube. Water flowed in, I cramped up, he told me to
hold it as long as I could and left the room with the
instruction to use the adjacent bathroom to expel the water.
As the door closed I ran for the bathroom and let go with
nothing but clear water since between the laxative and the
enema I had taken at home left nothing in my system.

After sitting for what seemed hours, several people entered
the room led by a rather imposing looking man in a starched
white coat. He had to be at least six feet four and looked
like he should be in a muscle commercial for some gym.
Clearly he was in charge and in a feeble attempt to make me
comfortable began to introduce his staff involved in the
tests. With the niceties completed he instructed me to stand
and follow them to the lab.

I was led down a long hallway into what almost appeared to
be a basement type area. On entering the "lab" I observed a
table covered in a sheet with minimal padding in the center
of the room under adequate but subdued lighting. I was asked
to stand by the table and the director began to explain that
the program was an experiment to determine the extent of the
male erogenous zones as measured by light touch. The
measurement would be determined by heart rate, blood
pressure and penis growth. Following that the erogenous
zones would then be stimulated by pain to determine the
difference in response.

Holy shit, what did I get myself into? He further went on to
explain that once the zones were determined they would then
be tested for response to tactile sensation and pain stimuli
to determine which was most effective in producing a erotic
response. Again the determination based on basic measured
body responses. Rectal stimulation and excitement would be
determined by insertion of small, medium and maximum of
various objects to determine which size would generate the
most pleasurable response. All of these factors would be
determined based on blood pressure, heart rate and penis
growth. The final testing phase would be to determine the
maximum capacity of ejaculate produced based on a standard
of five days without ejaculation.
Have I said, holy shit, what have I gotten into yet.
Unfortunately at the end of the explanation, they requested
that I get on to the table and lie face down. Now it was
becoming a little scary. The table had a hole about crotch
level which I was placed over with my stuff hanging down, my
face was placed at the head end with an opening similar to
that of a massage table for my face. Now keep in mind, I am
butt ass naked lying on a table with several guys in white
coats standing around.

The director of the program asked me to try and relax and
began to explain what they were going to do. It was
explained that for the most accurate results, it would be
necessary to immobilize me with restraints and he asked if
this would be OK. Money being the motivator, I agreed. After
I was being secured to the table with straps he then
explained that in order for the test to be valid, it would
be necessary for some sensory depravation and explained that
I would be blindfolded and have large sound muffs placed
over my ears so I would no be distracted. Have I said "holy
shit what have I gotten into yet"? He then explained that
one of the sensory devices would be inserted in my penis to
measure specific responses.

At this point, unknown to me till now I have started to
throw a world class hard on. With my mind racing overtime, I
realized the "protein" shake was spiked with something. The
muffs over my ears and my eyes covered, here I lie face down
with my dick sticking in a hole wondering what would happen
next. I suddenly felt someone under the table stroke my
already hard cock and then felt the thin probe being
inserted into the end of my now raging hard cock.

Having never been in a position where I was void of vision
or hearing was unique, but knowing that things were about to
be done that I may not like was elevating the level of
apprehension causing my heart rate to soar. After about five
minutes the director lifted my muffs and said that they were
about to begin and asked me to just try and relax and enjoy
the sensations.

My mind is racing trying to remember the criteria for the
test and what was about to happen. As this is in my mind, I
felt a soft touch on my outer ear which for me is a
sensitive area. My cock stiffened a bit and I started to
enjoy the attention.

To make a long story short, over the next thirty minutes I
felt soft gentle touches over every inch of exposed skin.
Not giving anything away, and the truth as most guys know,
the inside of my knees, my thighs and the back of my balls
registered very high on my list. The most sensitive of
course being my ass hole which made me squirm when it was
stimulated. After being covered from head to foot, through
the muffs came the director's voice telling me that they had
mapped the erogenous zones for light touch and were now
going to test those same zones for pain stimulation.

The next thing I knew I felt a stinging sensation in my ear
as an electrical shock was administered. The process was
continued on until they covered all of my "sensitive" areas
to determine if I reacted more favorably to soft touch or
pain. Needless to say the electrical shock to the back of my
balls and my ass hole were met with some wails and jerks on
the restraints. With no notice, I was released and rolled
over on my back exposing my very stiff cock to anyone in the
room.

I suddenly realized that the process that had taken place
when I was face down was about to begin with me being face
up with my hard on pointing at the ceiling complete with
probe and attached wire. Again I felt the soft touch on my
face, neck and shoulders. Considering what I had been
through my nipples were standing on end and waiting to be
touched. When the technician brushed across my chest
touching first one nipple and then the other, my cock
stiffened beyond belief and after moaning I actually laughed
thinking that the meter must have gone off the charts for
that one. He continued down over my stomach, touching my
belly button, which has never been a hot spot for me. Next
he brushed my pubic hair and my response was more positive,
looking forward to his contact with my cock. Being science I
should have known, the bastard carefully avoided any direct
contact with my cock. Finding everything on the front side
to be somewhat benign except for my nipples, there was a
pause while they conferred. Determining that the only area
of sensitivity work testing was my nipples, I suddenly felt
an intense pain in my right nipple, surprisingly causing my
cock to stiffen a bit and me to moan in pleasure. Left next
produced the same response. Wow, I hadn't thought about it
but any time someone bit my nipple it always excited me.
Again I laughed realizing that I didn't need a fucking
machine to tell me that.

At this time my headphones announced that this part of the
testing was complete and I could relax for a few minutes.
Few minutes my ass, the next thing I felt was my legs being
released and lifted straight up and spread exposing my ass
once again to public view. The nest thing I felt was a hand
running down the inside of my leg caressing my balls and
gently sliding over my ass hole making me shudder. This was
all interrupted by my headphones when the director explained
that the next test was to determine anal sensitivity and
range. What the hell does that mean? Didn't take me long to
figure that out. I felt a smooth and cold sensation at my
hole along with gentle pressure. Trying my best to relax, I
allowed entry of an object into my ass which didn't provide
bad sensations. The object was inserted and removed three
times and felt very good. After removal, it was replaced by
a similar feeling and pressure was exerted to force it into
my now not so willing hole. Once past the opening the
feeling was good and I realized it was larger than the
first. Again three insertions were made all of which felt
very good. After removal another even larger probe was
inserted this one causing some pain but once used to it felt
even better than the second. After three insertions it was
removed and the head phones announced that except for the
maximum capacity test this portion of the testing was
complete. There was a pause and again I felt something at my
hole pressing hard. The earphones came to life again and it
was explained that this part might cause some discomfort. A
sudden push of the object against my hole caused an
involuntary scream which didn't stop with complete
insertion. The object was slowly removed and my screaming
stopped, leaving me covered in sweat and shaking. I guess
this must have been the maximum capacity test, if not, I
knew I would die shortly when it took place.


The headphones announced that all anal testing was complete
and I could relax for a few minutes. Relax hell, I spent the
next five minutes gasping for air trying to compose myself.

Composure returned, it occurred to me that my cock was still
standing like a flagpole and only prevented from dripping by
the probe inserted by the technician. The headphones then
announced that the last procedure was to determine my
maximum semen expulsion. The headphones again announced that
while the old fashioned method might be more pleasurable,
for accuracy and maximum flow the process would be done by
electric stimulation. With that announcement, my restraints
were released and I was rolled back onto my stomach with my
now very hard cock extending through the hole at the center
of the table. My legs were once again spread and I was
strapped down securely to the table.

I am now taking deep breaths and trying to relax. This was
interrupted when I felt someone under the table tugging on
the probe inserted in my cock. As it slid out I had a sense
of relief and could actually feel a few drops escape from
the built up excitement. I had little time to enjoy the
sensations of pre cum dripping from my very hard cock.

The headphones cracked and the director told me to try and
relax that this part would be over in a few minutes. A
lubricated finger slipped into my hole searching for my now
very excited prostate which when contacted caused an
involuntary jerk of my body. The finger was removed and
quickly replaced by a lubed instrument of nominal size which
caused no discomfort. Considering that I had recently had a
phone pole shoved up my ass, a small lubricated instrument
was of little concern. Boy was I about to be proven wrong!

Feeling the probe find my prostate was an interesting
sensation when combined with the fact that someone under the
table was holding a container against my aching cock was
actually providing some pleasure. The next sensation was
beyond description except to say that I felt like my
prostate had exploded causing the most intense orgasm I had
ever felt. Not ready for the following electrical impulse my
body jerked again and a similar even more intense sensation
rocked my body only slightly resembling an orgasm and
totally void of any pleasure. The next three shocks could
only be described as complete pain followed only by the
anticipation of more pain.

I lost it for a few minute and was brought around by a light
shaking of my shoulder telling me that it was over. I felt
the straps holding me down released and had an urge to jump
from the table and run. The problem was I couldn't move. As
the technician removed the ear muffs and blindfold he
explained that he would stay with me for a few minutes and
that I should just relax. I finally felt well enough to sit
up and look about the room noting that there was only me and
the technician left. I was still naked and somewhat self-
conscious which he quickly played down putting me at ease
and handing me a robe to cover myself. As soon as I could I
stood and with the tech's help went to the changing area
where my clothes were. When I was dressed he produced five
$100 dollar bills and said that the tax man didn't need to
know about this. It was only then that I noticed the front
of his scrub bottoms had a rather large wet spot and a still
slight bulge poking out the front.  He noticed me looking
and smiled saying that he probably enjoyed the test a lot
more than I did. With that he leaned in and whispered into
my ear that if I wanted to explore some of those spots they
found he would be happy to help me. Still not sure about
what happened I just looked at him when he handed me his
phone number and asked me to call sometime.

Will I call? I don't know. Will this open a window to new
sexual adventures? After gathering my thoughts, I do wonder
what pleasures a man with his training might provide.


This story idea was provided by one of Nifty's readers which
is appreciated. Comments or suggestions appreciated, feel
free to contact me. wardsafe@aol.com