As the professionally dressed researcher leaned over the chair I was sitting in - beautiful dark eyes staring at me, her sharp professional blouse sliding down to show more than a little cleavage – I realized then that this was not a typical volunteer medical test. In the past, these tests were little more than filling out simple surveys about my age, weight, relationship status, and so forth. Followed by testing some experimental medical device and/or pill. But this time things had been weird almost from the beginning.

The researcher – ‘Cathy’ I think her name was – leaned further to put her lips right next to my ear, and with a breathless whisper asked:

“Is there something you needed me to help with?”

While at the same time placing her hand on my leg, just above the knee. I was sitting in a chair wearing only a patient gown and my boxer briefs. After filling out the consent form in a waiting room, I had been called back and told to undress down to my underwear and then report to Test Room 7. This was the first time I had ever changed and the first time I was going to a special testing room rather than a typical doctor’s office. But both requests seemed perfectly normal... at first.

As Cathy ran her hand up under my gown, now lightly grazing my thigh, those instructions seemed far less ordinary now. The test room itself was incredibly weird, looking like the cross between a Surgical Amphitheater and a police interrogation room. The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror certainly hid a number of researchers, and the multiple cameras that dotted the corners of the ceiling contributed to an unsettling feeling of being watched. The large room was mostly empty, containing only a bank of shelves and drawers on the back wall along with a single piece of furniture: a lone arm chair. It was that chair in which I was currently pinned by Cathy’s hot breath on my neck and ample breasts in my face.

Though exceedingly uncomfortable with the situation, it was one of my own makings. I had frequently come to the Medical Testing facility on the south side of my universities’ campus as a way to make extra money. $100 for an hour of paper work and to take some new herbal extract that had no affect was a great deal, in my mind. This test promised five times as much money with the only warning before signing up that it was male only and “Not for the bashful”. Ignoring that warning was my first mistake.

What I later found out was that the test boiled down to taking an experimental medicine intended to improve sexual performance in men, and then masturbating in front of a team of researchers behind a 1-way mirror while a slew of high-definition cameras captured the moment. I also had to narrate, to the best of my abilities, how it felt and what – if any – differences in sensation, size, or presentation my penis and testis had from the new drugs.

But now I could feel Cathy’s lips just barely off my neck. I could hear the movement of her tongue, and her soft moan as she reached her hand up onto my crotch, feeling my one-hundred precent flaccid penis in her hand as she slowly caressed it. A few seconds later, she stood up quickly and her professional composure returned.

“Subject #23-47A. 5.2 minutes after ejaculation. No signs of erectile function when given assisted arousal by researcher. Subject was given the new – higher - dosage of the medicine, not a placebo. Subject’s previous masturbation and erectile and penial function was confirmed good.” She spoke loudly and clearly as if dictating to someone. Or more likely, for the always-running room recordings. She turned back to me and spoke in a more conversational voice.

“Thank you for helping Subject - er,”

Her eyes flicked down to the paper work in her hand

“- Jeff. You may exit the room and return to where you got undressed. The nurse will pay you on your way out. The medical test has concluded” she said while buttoning up the top 2 buttons of her blouse.

“Uhh… wow. Ok. So… the medicine didn’t do anything?”

“It appears not. Previous tests found only ~5% of subjects showed a significant response. We had hoped that by upping the dosage that number would rise, but we need more data to determine if that hypothesis has any merit.”

“Right. And what would it have done, if it had worked for me?”

“The medicine is designed to target Erectile Dysfunction and Anorgasmia. Unlike current mainstream ED medication, the drugs we are exploring will not help with getting an erection but rather with increasing the volume and frequency of ejaculation. In theory it will reduce the refractory time significantly. The idea is that people suffering from severe ED would be able to have a satisfactory and pleasurable sex life while also massively increasing the likely hood of being able to conceive children.”

“So you could have back-to-back orgasms and ejaculations with no break in-between? And your cumsh – er ejaculation – would be bigger?”

Cathy smirked as she responded “Yes, that is a good laymen’s description. In theory, what you said is correct. Though getting the right level of a response is critical. Too low of a dosage and the medicine will not be very helpful. Too high a dose and…well…” She smiled and gave me a little wink while continuing “Lets just say our goal isn’t to give a cute college kid with a nice cock a fun recreational drug.”

Realizing what she said perhaps a moment too late “Oh gosh, I’m sorry I said that. We get too casual with that type of stuff here. Its just that we’ve seen a lot of men jerking off on camera in the last few months, and – well - lets just say most don’t look as good as you while doing the test.” She said with an embarrassed smile.

“Haha, I get it. Just all part of the job I suppose.”

“Indeed. Now, before you leave make sure to look over the discharge forms. There is about a 1-3% chance that you will have an 8-12 hour delayed response to the medicine. Most likely it would be incredibly mild to the point you wont be able to notice, but there is a chance the response will be more significant. An unusual “rebound” effect we are still trying to understand. In those cases, please report it to us right away while staying hydrated and laying low. The effect will pass after about 24 hours.”

I thanked Cathy and after collecting my stuff and my money, headed for the bus. I had a long day of class and had to hustle to my first lecture. As I threw on my jacket and sprinted to the campus bus stop, I didn’t notice a soft warming sensation starting to grow between my legs...