Yes, but change the deal

You suddenly had a thought. It was awful. It was wrong. It was hot. You looked at George. Fuck it.

"I'll shake on it." you resign, taking his hand.

George was about to say something when you locked his hand with both of yours.

"But," you say, staring into the other man's eyes, "we will only be testing on men who you know or strongly suspect are above 130 IQ. These men will be attractive. This isn't a real, recorded test. This is just a way to find men to get off with. You'll know who to look for cause you're gay. You weren't mad I made you suck my dick. In fact, it made you realise who you really are and that only men satiate that libido of yours. You want to 'test' because you want my help in finding men to fuck and get fucked by. Are we in agreement?"

George looked slightly dazed as his mind rewrote itself. You weren't actually sure if this would work, but it wouldn't hurt to try. The thought of making this beast of a man a horny cockhound made your dick chub slightly, even though you'd only just got off. Eventually, George came back to earth.

"Deal."