Now, I’m going to tell you guys a story I heard from a dude I know. I can’t vouch for the accuracy, but this is what he told me:
I was in college and short of money, looking around for something to do to pick up some bucks. I was surfing on the dark web one day, and I saw this ad offering up to $350 for participating in an experiment.
Now, I wouldn’t usually trust stuff I saw on there, but because I was so strapped, I clicked where it said “More Information”. The deal was that they were conducting a study of ejaculation information about young men. They were looking for men between the ages of 18 and 25 who were physically fit, and considered themselves “well hung.” The experiments involved “inducing ejaculation by anonymous manipulation of the subjects’ penises.” They also explained that the dick size thing was because “for the purposes of obtaining valid comparative data, we need to ensure to assure that the subjects’ urethral length between two defined anatomical points is very nearly equal.”
If I wanted to find out more, they would pay $100 for a preliminary interview and examination. I figured I could safely go that far and still back out if it turned out to be too weird, so I called the number and set up an appointment.
I got there a few minutes early and there were a few other guys my age, mostly looking like college students, already waiting. I took a vacant chair. after about 15 minutes, someone called my name and ushered me into a small examining room like the ones in doctors’ offices. Soon after, a guy walked in and said he was Dr. somebody or other. (I didn’t care, and don’t want to tell personal stuff about other people there anyway,)
He asked me to “disrobe,” and said, “I will need to measure your erect penis and the area as far as your anus. There are some pornographic materials here to help you achieve an erection. When you are ready to be examined, please push this button, and I will return. You can press this button,” he said, handing me a thing like they use on quiz shows to buzz in, “when you are ready.”
So I looked bat some of the stuff they had until I got a hard-on, and pushed the button. He came in and measured (gingerly), got his results and said, you can get dressed and go back into the waiting room. Someone will let you know if you meet the criteria, and when to come back if you do. Then you may collect your hundred dollars for this visit.
I turned out iI did “measure up,” and I had to sign an agreement that I was willing, basically, to get jerked off while blindfolded and to consent to the placement of three sensors on or near my dong, and that any jizz they got from me “and any other research materials” they could keep. Then I was told when to come back for three more visits, at which time I would receive another $250.
I was ready to collect. Three visits weren’t too many, and it wasn’t far from campus, so no biggie for me. Anybody who knows me well knows that I don’t care who sees my meat, and I’ve jerked off with other guys before. Just never had anybody else pull it for me, but I’d be blindfolded, right?
The day came, and I went. The same thing as before up to the point of “here’s some shit to help you get your meat stiff,” with the added advice, “don’t stimulate yourself manually”, i. e., don’t start to jerk off, just get hard. Also, I should not speak to the person conducting the rest of the experiment. Then they sat me down, showed me how to keep my legs apart, and blindfolded me. I heard the door close, and I heard it open again.
Someone came in and put three sensors on me, one on either side of my dong, and another between my ballsack and and my asshole. Then they put some lube on my cock and began to milk my dong. It started slowly and gradually, as my cock got harder, speeded up gradually, when I felt i was going to shoot, I could feel my muscles tense up all over and soon the jizz began to squirt, pretty much flying out my pisshole.
I heard some sounds of activity I couldn’t figure out, and the door closed behind my new jerk-off pal. Someone came in, removed my blindfold, showed me where there were some paper towels, and told me to get dressed and go. I would get paid at the end of the third session.
Two more times , I went back and repeated the same basic steps. The thing , though, the ejaculation experience wasn’t the same each time.
The first time, I cummed pretty hard, and thought it was one of the best squirt-offs I ever had. The second time, it exceeded even that level of orgasm. I didn’t know I could experience so much pleasure out of my dong squirting. I could swear it went on longer, that I squirted more times, and the afterglow was definitely superior.
Now the last time, that was the killer. I was in seventh heaven from the moment the stroking started. I thought the... the uh, technician... edged off at least three times while I was being milked. The orgasm was the best I’ve had so far, indescribably hot. And when I left, I checked the clock and saw that I had been in there for over an hour.
I went to the desk in the reception room looking for my $250.
“How was your experience?” the receptionist asked. I started to answer, but he said, “Please just fill out this survey and hand it back to me, and I’ll settle up the fee.”
It was a compre-fucking-hensive survey, full of detail about each visit and my reaction to each one. It was like from the questions they asked, they knew that I had an unusually intense experience. I was totally up-front in saying how intense it was.Then I went back and handed it in. I got an envelope.
“Please count it and make sure you have received the correct amount,” the receptionist requested. I did and all 250 bucks was there.
I hesitated, and then I asked, “Do subjects ever repeat the experiment?”
“If there is any indication in our study of your sessions that we might want more study data from you, we will contact you if you leave us your information.”
“Does that happen much?’ I asked.
“I don’t recall seeing any repeat visitors, but I’ve only been here a short time.” The smile that accompanied that remark has been on my mind since then. I left my info anyway.
I haven’t heard back... yet.
