Clinical Trial in Submission Ch. 01

The only way I had gotten through three years of college was by participating in clinical trials. A a drug-testing company locked you up for one to three weeks and basically used you as their guinea pig, but the money the company paid was a life-saver. Last year, I had participated in a pain medication trial that paid a much-needed $1200; this year I had already done an acne drug trial and made an easy $500.

I hated being locked up on their "campuses," but those were the rules. They had to make sure the participants didn't take drugs, use alcohol, or do anything else that messed up their data.

Browsing through the college newspaper's ads, my eyes were drawn to a small ad, right next to the ones for the company that I had worked for before: "Earn up to $4500 in our new clinical trial. Call today to see if you qualify for our three week study." Wow, that was the fattest payday I had ever heard of for one of these, so I dialed the number. The girl who answered said she would take down some initial data, but that I would need to see "the doctor" before I would learn if I qualified.

I came in for the interview right before the semester break. I would have three weeks off before the next semester started, the perfect amount of time for this study. I filled out more paperwork, all very similar to what I had seen before for the acne and pain relief studies.

Soon, the doctor came in the room. He was a tall man, maybe early 40s and he wore green scrubs. He sat down across from me and explained that this was a psychological trial, not a drug trial. OK, cool. He asked me a series of questions and took copious notes on my answers. Many related to my sexual attitudes and preferences. After about 20 minutes, he said I appeared to be qualified.

I asked him more about the study and he responded that I would be shown a series of photographs, my reactions would be gauged, then there would be physical stimuli, and again my reactions would be gauged. No blood would be drawn after the initial draw to confirm that I had no infections, diseases or disqualifying conditions. That was a relief. In past trial, I had blood drawn as often as daily.

The doctor said I would be assigned a number and would be referred to only by that designation; my real name would not appear in any published reports or studies. I would need to be completely honest, but he assured me my anonymity would be preserved. It all sounded OK to me, and my mind was more focused on how a quick $4500 would solve a lot of my problems. I agreed and the doctor told me to report the following Monday at 8 AM.

I was advised I could bring reading material and a few changes of clothes. There would be laundry facilities. As was always the case, all my food and drink would be supplied by the clinic. That was one of the hidden benefits of these clinical trials: you were a captive, so you didn't spend any money at all.

I arrived a few minutes early on Monday and was given a blood test, as expected. Then a male attendant who said very little led me to a room with a chair and a table with a computer. I was presented with and promptly signed a contract, barely skimming it. It looked just like the ones I had signed for past studies. An attendant insisted I specifically initial certain pages. I hurried did so and he took the paperwork away.

I was then told to undress and to put on a robe that was hanging on the door. Then the attendant said he would be attaching a sensing device to my penis, then I would begin looking at images on the computer while alone in the room. The device would measure even the smallest reactions that were imperceptible to the human eye. Really weird, but for $4500, what the hell.

He then attached this strap made of some kind of flexible material to my dick, wrapping it around the shaft below the head, then securing it with Velcro. It was not too tight and caused me no discomfort. The strap around my dick had 2 thin wires running from it to a small box he placed on the table. Then the attendant left the room.

Soon after he left, a message appeared on my computer screen saying I should relax and clear my mind of anything except the images I would be shown on the screen. Images started appearing and I watched as they slowly flashed across the screen. There were photos of attractive girls, attractive guys, couples and other groupings. Some were in underwear, some were in swimming suits, and then came a series of naked shots.

I must have looked at 50 or more of these shots before the photos started to involve things of a more sexual nature: kissing, breast licking, oral sex scenes, then fucking in many positions.

Interspersed were close-ups of male and female genitals, where the whole screen would be filled with a shaved or neatly trimmed pussy, or a dick and pair of balls. There were photos of different dicks in both flaccid and erect states: different sizes, various colors, different shapes, cut, uncut, thick, thin, you name it. I noticed that some of these dick shots would repeat every so often and I would recognize certain ones as having flashed before.

There was no pattern I could discern, just lots of different sexual images and scenarios. The sex scenes were fairly evenly spread around between male-female, male-male, female-female, bisexual couplings and groupings of three or more. Some shots were fuzzy and romantic, some were more graphic porn scenes, and some were domination and submission scenes. There were some repeats in this series too and I began to wonder if my reactions to the photos had something to do with which ones repeated.

I must have been in the room watching the images, for over two hours when the screen went blank and the same male attendant came back in. He silently removed the thing strapped to my dick and took it and the box away. He then reappeared with a tall drink and told me to down it in order to stay well-hydrated. I drank the pleasant Gatorade-like drink as instructed.

I was told to wait and the doctor would be with me after reviewing the initial data. I could sleep if I wanted as the review process could take some time. I was beginning to feel very sleepy, even though it was only around noon by my estimate.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a different room, slowly coming to. I had been knocked out, for god knows how long. I was now buck naked, lying on some kind of thing that looked like a dentists's chair that had been laid flat. I was restrained by straps on my wrists, my ankles and around my waist. I couldn't move. The room was dimly lit and I was alone. As I came out of the fog, a door opened and the same doctor I had interviewed with came in.

"Hey, I didn't sign up for this!" I protested as soon as I saw the figure in the green scrubs.

"Yes, Mark, you did," was the calm reply. He presented me with the paperwork I had singed and read me some of the fine print where I had unwittingly agreed to completely give my body to this company for three weeks, without limits. I had even initialed a paragraph saying this study would involve physical restraint, electrical shock and sexual conduct. I also agreed to punishment for a lack of complete cooperation.

Stunned, I changed my tone. I composed myself and asked him what this was all about. The doctor said he was conducting a study of heterosexual male subjects in their 20s and their susceptibility to "flexibility" in their sexual practices, as well as attitudes concerning sexual submissiveness. He began discussing my reactions to the images I had seen, saying I was an ideal candidate because while I identified as a straight male and reacted positively to images depicting attractive women engaging in a variety of sexual behaviors, my reaction to bisexual and homosexual images did not indicate revulsion or homophobia.

He also said I had shown mild interest in submission, which was also a desirable factor. Apparently, the thing that had been attached to my dick was measuring small changes in blood flow to the penis, even though at no point did I get an erection.

I started to protest that if he intended to make me have sex with guys, I wanted to call the whole thing off right now. I was angry and I demanded he let me go.

"That will not be possible, Mark. If you insist on being uncooperative, we will compel your cooperation, as per page 4 of our agreement."

When I started to yell for help, the doctor shoved a large ball gag in my mouth and secured it with a tight band around my head. I could scream to my heart's content, he stated in a matter of fact way, but no sound would be heard through the ball gag.

"You have been assigned number 67. You will be referred to as Slave or Slave 67. You will respond to that name."

While I tried to figure out what that meant, the doctor continued:

"You may not have noticed since you are restrained, but while you were sedated, all the hair from your underarms, the pubic region, your cock, your balls and your ass has been removed through a chemical process that will not need to be repeated for two weeks or more. A moisturizer was applied to reduce any irritation and to assure you are smooth where your masters wish you to be smooth."

Masters and slaves! Holy shit! What kind of twisted criminal was this? I was freaking out, but unable to move or be heard. The so-called "doctor" continued to explain what was going on:

"Cooperation will be rewarded. Resistance on the other hand will be swiftly punished in a manner that assures your compliance. Your weeks here will be far more pleasant, even enjoyable, if you cooperate fully. Some past participants have even asked to remain as employees"

I wasn't going to cooperate with this sick bastard and needed to gather my thoughts about how I could escape and get the police to put this guy away. But before I could even start to plot an escape, the "doctor" said the first thing I would do was learn to please a master's cock.

The "doctor" pressed a button and in a few seconds, an attractive blond haired male walked in, smiling pleasantly. He was wearing a thick terrycloth robe, like the ones fancy hotels put in their bathrooms for guests. I guessed he was maybe in his mid-30s and he was obviously in very good shape.

"This is Master Dom, slave. He will be instructing you on how to please a master's cock. He was selected for you because you reacted favorably to penises that looked much like Master Dom's: circumcised, about six and a half to seven inches long but considerably above average girth. Did you know that you liked fat cocks, slave?"

I was humiliated that my reactions to the photos had somehow indicated that I liked any kind of cock. I had never had sexual thoughts about men and certainly didn't think about cocks in my fantasies.

Turning to Dom, the doctor said "Show the slave what he will be worshipping, Master Dom."

Dom walked over to stand next to my head and casually untied the rope belt on his robe. The robe parted, revealing the man's blond pubic hair, his thick circumcised cock and large balls covered in faint blond fur. He did not have a hard-on, but looked like he was chubbing up a little.

The doctor continued: "Gaze at the prize you will be pleasuring, slave. It will become the center of your life in a very short while. Now will you be cooperative and fondle this lovely cock if I release your hands?" He lifted the ball from my mouth to allow an answer.

"Fuck, no. I am not doing gay shit and I am not your slave. Now let me..."

Snap! The ball was firmly back in my mouth, cutting off my words. The "doctor" then opened a drawer and pulled out a stainless steel ring-like item with a tapered bullet-like spike on it. The thing had been in what appeared to be a sterilization solution. He also picked up a 4 or 5 inch steel dildo-looking device with a cord running from it. Now I was really freaking out, jerking against my restraints and trying to be heard through the ball gag.

The "doctor" then pushed a button and the dentist chair I was tied to began to move, raising my back up so I was in a sitting position. The doctor applied some lubricant from a small tube to my dick and firmly jacked up and down on my dick, which to my surprise started to harden.

"The cocktail you drank contained an erectile dysfunction drug currently in clinical trials as an alternative to Viagra and Cialis. It is very powerful but has fewer side effects. The dosage you received will make your penis erect whenever you are stimulated, even if your stubbornness causes you to try to will your body to do otherwise.

My dick grew to a full fledged hard on within seconds as the doctor made rough jack off motions on my dick.

The doctor then opened his other palm to reveal the metal ring like thing with a tapered steel spike in the center, running `perpendicular downward from the ring.

"This is a beginner penis plug, Slave 67. It is just the right size for your cock when hard. We induced an erection and measured you while you were sedated. This steel plug will be inserted into your urethra, then your cockhead will be pushed through the ring, so that the plug is snugly held in place by the ring fitted under the ridge of your cockhead. You are indeed fortunate to have such a defined mushroom head, as the ridge of your cockhead will assure the ring holds the plug firmly in place."

As I tried to think of a way to escape, the doctor kept talking:

"If you have been curious about different sexual practices, you may have seen a video of the penis plug insertion and fitting process on Xtube, where there are many enthusiasts for the penis plug and the hands-free orgasm it makes possible when combined with mild electric current."

I had never seen such a twisted torture device and had no idea what he was talking about. But the thing was scary enough just held in the palm of his hand.

The doctor continued: "I have adapted the plug to allow a more powerful electrical current to be administered through it than the low wattage that the sex toy enthusiasts use for their pleasure. This adaptation makes the penis plug an ideal device for training uncooperative slaves. You will now be fitted with the device."

A large mixed race man, easily twice my weight, appeared in the room and picked up the lube the doctor had used to make my dick hard. I watched in abject terror as he applied the gooey, clear liquid to the tapered bullet-like spike of the penis plug. He then roughly smeared a big drop on the head of my rock-hard dick. I tried to squirm but his huge hand pressed against my chest and held me in place on the chair.

He then firmly grabbed my dick with his left hand, squeezing the head so my piss hole opened a bit. With his right hand, he inserted the steel post of the plug into my piss hole, twisting it and pushing it in until it was almost fully inserted.

Then, with that obscene steel plug shoved into my dick, he began twisting the whole device, rotating the plug in my piss hole as he pushed my malleable cockhead through the ring. The ring fit just under the ridge, just as the doctor had said. Then he pressed the plug in even further, creating a tight fit held in place by the ring under the glans of my rock hard dick. It looked like I had one of those Prince Albert piercings I had seen in some sick porn site while cruising the internet for jack-off material one time.

I was so terrified that it didn't register whether it hurt terribly or not going in. I guess the lube made the insertion go relatively painlessly, although I hated the feel of the thing. My dick felt uncomfortably full as the steel post extended maybe an inch into my dick. I noticed tiny wires running from point where the ring met the plug, and these wires ran to a small metal control box.

Next, the "doctor" handed the attendant a couple of large, round black patches, which the helper affixed to each of my shaved balls with the adhesive on the patches. These patches, too, had wires running from them to the box.

Finally, the doctor handed his helper the steel dildo, which the man began covering with lube. The doctor pressed a switch and a small panel in the chair under the center of my butt retracted. The chair was tilted backward, so my head was near the floor and I was upside down, my ass was fully exposed. The man then slowly but firmly shoved the lubed metal plug up my ass. I screamed but made little sound as the cold metal butt plug filled my virgin ass. It too had wires attached.

All the wires ran to a small control box with an on/off switch, a green meter screen and three knobs. The doctor flipped it on as I was being returned to the upright sitting position. My cock was plugged with the penis plug and gripped by the ring; my ass was filled with a steel plug about the width of a large cock and my balls were tagged with a round patch on each. I felt like I was in a third world prison in a bad spy movie.

The doctor dismissed the helper and turned his attention back to me.

"Now, slave, listen to me closely. I will release your hands so you can begin pleasuring Master Dom's cock. You will do exactly as he and I say and, if so, you will be spared unpleasantness. My wrists were freed and again, Dom walked over to stand very close in front of me. I was expected to start playing with his dick, which I couldn't bring myself to do.

When it became apparent in a matter of seconds that I was resisting, Dom stepped away and the "doctor" reattached my wrists to the restraints. He then slowly dialed one of the knobs on the control box. A jolt of increasingly strong electricity began to run through my dick. The current was conducted around the ring under the head of my dick and down into it via the bullet-like spike. It was unbearable and I jerked in panic and pain.

He then dialed another knob and my balls were similarly shocked. As I quivered in pain and shock, he then methodically turned the last knob, jolting me from inside my ass. I shook like a quivering leaf, unable to feel anything but electric shock across my lower body. The agony was unimaginable. I feared permanent damage was being done.

Then suddenly, the doctor turned all the knobs back to zero and the shocks subsided. I was wild-eyed with terror and my chest heaved. My eyes watered as if I had been crying.

"That was a mere four seconds of discipline, at a level 3 on a controller that goes to 10. We can try longer periods of discipline, and higher levels of electric current if you choose the discipline over the easier path of cooperation."

He lifted the ball from my mouth again and asked if I would cooperate. I couldn't face even stronger shocks, so I said "yes."

With that, my wrists were again freed and Dom again presented his dick to me. I tentatively reached out to touch it, figuring this was by far the lesser of evils. I fondled his dick as cooperatively as I could. It felt so different than the only other dick I had ever touched, being my own. I tried to mimic the things I liked having done to me, feeling his ample balls with my left hand while my right gently jacked him, using the loose skin of his hardening cock to move up and down without chafing him with too much friction.

"Very good, Slave." Dom spoke to me for the first time with a smile as he watched me manipulate his cock and balls. He was enjoying my touch, as evidenced by his growing length and girth. I was surprised at being fascinated by the feeling and texture of the dick in my hands. I had to admit that this was a very nice cock, about the same length as mine but definitely fatter. My own erection was waving obscenely, the ring and plug adorning it. I worked steadily on Master Dom's cock, anxious to avoid more electric shocks.

When Master Dom's cock was fully hard and I was running out of things to do in giving him a handjob, the doctor spoke once more:

"Slave, I will now remove the ball gag so you can continue to please your master by sucking his magnificent cock. You will comply, won't you?"