Psychology Student Requirements
Since my declared major was Psychology, I had to participate in at least 2 research studies per semester. They always paid something, so some students entered into as many studies as they could, but I was always looking for hands-on experience so I worked every group that caught my eye.
Most of the tests required you to be pre-approved through drug screening and counseling, and I stayed current on both. Some tasks required training. Not that it wasn't easy to masturbate, but for the data be pertinent, the technique had to be the same. Continuity, and repeatability were important to make the data valid.
My latest group was exploring how quickly a person would have an orgasm, while being stimulated in a controlled way, and watching a certain video.
This type of study would have me sitting in a chair that resembled a gyno exam chair, but less brutish. No straps, no spreaders, just a vibrating wand that I was asked to set to my desired intensity and pressure.
A screen was placed just below my face, and a camera recorded the image of me from the neck down while I masturbated to a full orgasm. At another time, this image would be played for male students who were being studied on many things, such as heart rate, erection rigidity, speed of first orgasm, length of orgasm and volume of released fluid.
In the meantime, I was watching a video of a pornographic nature.
Here they would gather data on such things as blood flow to the nipples and clitoris, heart rate, orgasm length and relative severity, and fluid expulsion, if there is enough volume.
My video centered on the penis and showed high definition images of big and small, but none too small! They were fat and veiny, circumcised and not, long and muscle bound. I had some good orgasms. Not my best, but worthwhile, at $20 for the hour, they paid me about 2 bucks per screaming orgasm, so la de da.
I wrote an after report, suggesting that the image of cocks could easily stimulate a woman differently if a thrusting machine with a dildo were used with or without a vibrating wand. In addition to being a better stimulant for the female participants, it provided better imagery for the video, and stimulation for the men that watched it.
A month later they were using expensive fucking machines to test our ladies.
Of course the men's group had a waiting list full of volunteers, but now we had fresh ladies to participate, some from other disciplines.
I hoped that one day I could use the data collected in this kind of study, to build therapies that will help with individuals and couples that are not satisfied sexually.
I tried every study that involved sex.
Most were incognito moments, where a screen would protect your identity, but I did them all.
They never had enough women to study anal sex, but I was there, doing my bit.
Of course it's easier when it's a controlled and safe environment.
I got Mike to sign up for the anal sex study, butt (lol) I had to join him.
I knew one of the girls that was literally handling the study.
On the afternoon of Mike's anal adventure he had to fill out a length form, concerning his overall health, age, sexual preference, preferred masturbation technique, and other intimate facets of his sexual life.
They even needed to know how often he had ejaculated in the last 24 hours.
Then his attendant, Gwen, had to measure his equipment for length, and diameter, both flaccid and engorged. This, she claimed, was to find the right fit for the collection of his discharge.
First she had to examine Mike for anal legions, then his penis had to be inside of a tube, like a vacuum cleaner.
I did not see any reason for the careful measurement, but I was not the expert.
Next they put a screen close to his face, and turned on a carefully created video, cycling from straight to gay, then strap on anal with a woman and so on. His upper body was not constrained at all.
These studies were totally anonymous but, because I knew Gwen, we both got to watch as Mike took it like a man(?)
Everything was aligned to milk his prostate, and make an orgasm virtually impossible to stop, but Mike did not know that.
The straps that she placed on Mike's waist and thighs looked like serious stuff! He was held firmly in place to make sure there would be no mechanical failures.
After the one inch dildo tip was pushed into Mike's butt, with a huge amount of lube, Gwen tested for full penetration, then backed it off a half an inch. Pulling it back, she set the withdrawal setting.
With every adjustment she made, Gwen had to reach underneath, to feel with her hand if Mike's cock was still secure.
Turning on the device, the dildo moved slowly in and out.
Mike assured Gwen that it was not painful.
He thought he needed to hold back for as long as he could, to show that he was not gay.
At first he tensed up, and a quick look revealed that he was as stiff as a board.
"You can watch the readings right here," Gwen whispered to me, indicating a widow on her laptop.
"You can see where he went from tense to relaxed, and then to pleasure on this graph here", and she indicated another data point.
I didn't need dials, I could see it in his body. The muscles in his ass went from firm, to solid, and back to relaxed, then when the arousal came, his ass cheeks locked into place. The same could no doubt be observed in his shoulders and hands.
"Sometimes I run them through two cycles, and masturbate during the second one," Gwen whispered to me in a confidential tone. "With the screen there, they never even know, they just assume that the program runs twice."
She leaned in closer. "It works just as well with the ladies," she quietly said with a deeper voice.
So the pounding continued for about 10 minutes before the pace escalated. When the computer detected that his heart rate, breathing and penis rigidity reached a certain point the program went into high gear, slamming into Mike's rear with increasing speed.
Finally Mike let out his first burst of an orgasm.
"Damn! Fuck! Shit!" he yelled as he convulsed heavily into the latex cum catcher. The strokes got slower as he recovered from the spasms.
I really wanted to grab the base of his cock and pump it but I couldn't get involved. Instead, I went out to the waiting room.
