Sign it

You honestly have no idea what this is all about, and you know you shouldn’t sign anything without reading it. You start to ask some questions. In your defense, you really intended to ask a serious question that would elicit some clarification about what this is all about, but your eyes again took in Amy’s hot body and form-fitting clothing. You can’t be held accountable for what comes out of your mouth under circumstances like that!

“I do have a couple of questions, now that you mention it,” you say. “Is there any kind of limitation placed on the penis size of participants, because if you won’t take anyone whose schlong is over 8 inches, I’ll have to decline.”

Amy rolls her eyes with impatience. “I doubt that’s going to be a problem. Any other questions?”

You say, “Are you sure? You might want to check it out, just to be on the safe side. It won’t take but a minute.”

She taps her clipboard impatiently. “Look, I’m on a tight schedule here. If you don’t want to do this, fine, but just tell me and let me move on to the next candidate.”

You show a rare and admirable amount of restraint by not following up on her comment about her schedule being “tight.” You casually flip through the pages again, as if the words will magically be communicated to your brain. When you get to the last page, you take the pen and sign your name.

Amy takes the papers from you and points toward one of the beds. “Come with me.”

You jump to your feet and have your shirt off before you have taken two steps. “I knew you couldn’t resist the Zack Attack. And I really wasn’t kidding about my pecker. Brace yourself — it’s one to tell your — I mean OUR grandchildren about.”

Amy turns and sees you beginning to undress. “Honestly! You really should get some help.”

You leer at her and rub your crotch a couple of times with your palm. “Oh, you’re too kind. And don’t sell yourself short — I’m sure you’ll be great. This will be a far more meaningful relationship than a little ‘help.’”

“Mr. Humphrey, go over there, pull the curtain closed. Put on the hospital gown that is on the bed. Lay down and stay there without opening your mouth, or you’ll be spending the rest of your college experience sitting in sexual harassment classes.”

You about about to ask how that would be any different than how you spent the last four years of high school, but the expression on her face tells you that she is not in a mood to answer any further questions.

You go to the assigned area and pull the curtain closed. In terms of privacy, it leaves a lot to be desired. The curtain does nothing to drown out any sounds from the rest of the room. The curtain reaches from the ceiling to about 18 inches from the floor, and it isn’t exactly opaque. You can still see the dim outline of Amy’s body as she steps to the desk.

The absence of complete privacy might be a concern for some, but it is totally a non-issue for you. When the shyness genes were handed out, you were absent that day — probably because you were wanking off in the school playground as you caught a glimpse of the girls’ panties when they sat on the swings. The whole concept of being self-conscious about one’s body has always been a bit of a mystery to you. Sharing your dorm room with Justin is the first time you have had a roommate, but it still blew you away that he seems so skittish whenever you walk around naked after a shower or when you feel like beating off when he is studying a few feet away. You’re beginning to learn that most people have some kind of hang-up about being seen naked, even if you don’t understand it.

You strip as instructed. You’re really tempted to throw open the curtain and show Amy that you weren’t exaggerating about the size of your dong. In fact, you’d really like to give it a few strokes until it is erect and use it to push open the curtain. Remembering the stern expression on her face, however, you restrain yourself and set to work trying to figure out the hospital gown. It is a complicated piece of apparel that seems designed to cover everything except your ass. Granted, you are pretty proud of your ass, but it is far from being your most attractive physical asset.

You lay on the hospital bed, waiting for Amy to come in. As you wait, you look at the electronic equipment next to the bed. In addition to the monitors and sensor leads, you see a complicated contraption that is connected to the equipment by a wire. You reach over and pick it up to examine it. It is made of a flexible material that allows you to mold it into different shapes. You play with it a bit and see that you could make it into a cap. A few more twists and it looks like a boxing glove. In a flash of inspiration, you make it into a long tube and consider using it as a masturbation toy. The electrical sensors on the inside of the device give you pause, however. That could be a bit uncomfortable.

You stick your hand inside it and notice one of the monitors come to life with lines and numbers. You reshape it into a cap and place it on your head, and the monitor changes with a completely different set of data.

You hear the sound of a phone ringing, immediately followed by Amy’s voice as she answers. You look again at the monitor, trying to make sense of what you see. You hear Amy saying, “I have a candidate getting ready now. Horny little bastard. I’m half tempted to reject him, but we’re short on volunteers, and we’ve got to get the report to Dr. Burbank this weekend.” Her voice falls silent, and you are unable to hear the other side of the conversation. When Amy speaks again, her voice is much less harsh. “Stop it! I told you that I’ve got someone here right now. And don’t worry… I’ll be done with it before you get here. I’ve been waiting all week to see you…. Don’t!” She laughs naughtily. “You sound like you’re just as horny as my little science experiment. Don’t worry… I’ll be done with him by the time you get here….. Luke! You’d better get off the phone and concentrate on driving. If you keep talking like that, you’re going to have something between your legs interfering with the steering wheel! …. Mmmm…. Thanks, Babe… I’ll see you soon, and I’ll hold you to that!”

You have no difficulty filling in the blanks to be able to reach a reasonable guess about what this Luke fellow plans to do with Amy. In fact, you have a pretty explicit picture in your mind, even without knowing anything about Luke. In your imagination, he looks almost exactly like you, and you can see Amy writhing in uncontrolled lustful pleasure under your expert —

ZAP!

A power surge causes the lights to glow brightly, then dim for several seconds before the power stabilizes. You feel a weird sensation pass through your body as the sensors on your head vibrate and grow warm. The data on the computer monitor seems to explode, filling the screen with all kinds of unintelligible numbers, formulae, and graphs.

You pull the cap off your head and let it hang by its wires next to the equipment. You run your fingers through your hair, scratching at the itchy sensation from where it touched your scalp. As you itch, you feel warmth, tingling, and other queer sensations move through your body, settling ultimately at your crotch.

Your cock was already rigid from picturing the impending reunion between Amy and this Luke fellow. It now throbs powerfully, and the blood flowing into it threatens to engorge your cock to the point of bursting. You grab at it through the hospital gown, feeling panic starting to take over. You are about to call out for help when the feeling finally subsides. Sighing with relief, you lay back in the bed, breathing heavily and too tired to wipe the drop of sweat that you feel running from your forehead to the side of your face.

You hear footsteps approaching and see the curtain abruptly pulled open. Amy is standing there, looking concerned.

“That was a power surge,” she says. “That’s not supposed to happen. The laboratory has equipment to prevent that from happening.” She looks at the monitors which have returned to the state they were in before you started playing with stuff.

She looks at you suspiciously. “Did you do anything?”