Confessions of a Lab Rat

What am I doing here? Legs splayed open on a gyno table, feet spread in the stirrups, knees up, hospital gown pulled well above my hips, feeling extremely vulnerable and exposed under the watchful eyes of the doctor and her assistant. Wired to a TENS machine with sliders, lights, and leads enough to make a DJ's mixer board jealous, with a dozen needle electrodes in my dick and surrounding terrain, and a half dozen more stick on electrode pads where I wouldn't agree to a needle. As the electric pulses hit, and my dick went twitchy, while my balls began to dance, I had to question my sanity.

As with so many misadventures, it all began with a woman, and a seemingly attractive opportunity. My girlfriend of the time, a med student, informed me she'd spotted a notice at the teaching hospital, asking for male volunteers for a genital nerve study. She'd thoughtfully brought home the contact info, saying

( with disturbing glee )..."It could be right up your alley... and they pay well..."

Without thinking much ( obviously, or I wouldn't be telling this story ) I called to set up an appointment. After getting a description of the test protocol, really only hearing..."$75 payment for the complete hour" and..."an injection that will cause an erection"... I was committed. I'm sure the nice lady on the phone went into much more detail, but those were the salient points so far as I was concerned. I told myself this was a chance to wear the edges off my needle phobia, and get paid for doing it. I'll admit I

have a bit of a kink for medical play as the "hapless victim". Also, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. Not that any of this had any bearing on my decision.

Yeah, right.

All the prep and testing was done very clinically and professionally. I was never alone with either Dr. Wang ( yes, really ) or her assistant. They were both always gloved, and did an antiseptic wipe down in the areas where the needles would be inserted. I was given a copy of the study, with its goals and scope, to read and sign, and an overview of the day's test protocol. The Doc stressed several times that I needed to complete the full hour to get paid, did I understand that?

Jeez..how bad could it be?

Dr. Wang and her assistant would install all the electrodes, then the doc would run a calibration test, program the TENS console with the nerve conductance test she wanted that day, and run it. Then her assistant would inject the base of my dick with the injection cocktail, leave the room for the five minutes it took to take full effect, and the doc would run the test again. She was trying to show that electrical resistance of the penile nerves was reduced ( or conductivity enhanced ) as a result of erection ( leading to increased sensitivity) as well as testing various drug blends for effectiveness in inducing erection under stressful conditions.

It wasn't that bad... if you happen to be somewhat masochistic, with a fetish for medical play. Watching my dick swell, post injection, expanding from "hiding from the needles tiny, to "oooohhh, this feels gooood", fully inflated in a matter of minutes, with zero stimulation, was utterly bizarre. Very much a.... " is that thing mine?"...experience. I wouldn't have thought I could even get an erection with a dick full of needles ( tiny, thin needles, but still...)

I was wrong.

Decades later, I wish I knew what exactly was in that shot.

I made it through that first hour, feeling pretty good about the whole experience. I hadn't even lost my erection completely ( I was dressed, stuffing my chub into my jeans had been interesting) before the doc was asking if I'd be interested in coming in again. I said I was, and soon became a frequent flier. The study went on for over a year, and I went in five or six times that I remember. There were variations in

needle placement and other details, but pretty much the same otherwise. After the third visit, the doctor old me that I was the only guy they'd ever seen come in more than twice, many didn't even make it through the first hour. Seeing as how I handled it so well, she wondered if she could..."turn up the power a little next time?"

Maybe she had me pegged?

I probably skewed her test data.

The biggest...er... longest...er....most interesting aftermath of these afternoons was an episode of satyriasis, when they tried a different drug blend in the erection injection cocktail. I deflated partially as the hour ended, got dressed, and went home with a solid chub. Not hard, but more than halfway there ( that made riding a bike awkward, as you can imagine ) I got home, called the girlfriend....too bad, she's running late tonight, I'm on my own for a couple hours. By the time she finally arrived home, I'd choked the chicken three times, and spanked the monkey twice ( I switched hands for round four and five, for fear of carpal tunnel damage) During all that time I'd never gone completely flaccid...just chub or wood.

The girlfriend had a gooood time that night, she got her fill for once. To the point of... "That's it, I'm done! Get that thing away from me!!" I 'd never had her tap out before, this was new. She did watch me beat my meat twice more before she fell asleep. It's good thing we kept some silicon lube around, we both would have been rubbed raw, otherwise.

At that point I called the panic number the doc had given me, and the EMT told me to..."put ice on it, if it's not gone in fifteen, come in and we'll drain it..."

"Drain it?"

"WTF did you just say!!?"

My dick was a shriveled shadow of its former self in just minutes. I don't know if it was the ice, or the threat of a big sucking needle.

I was sore for a week... and I still hate needles.