Jason was your classic office stud. He was a few years out of college, working in the suburbs as a client relationship manager at a car dealership. It was probably the best job he could have gotten with his below average skills. He had spent too much time in college going to frat parties, fucking sorority girls, and sleeping through class to really rise to the top.
He was a sport and fitness nut and almost always stopped at the gym after work. As a result his biceps and pecs strained his polos and his perky butt made the back of his slacks pop. He had spiky black hair that was faded on the sides and back. He had an odd but endearing shaped smile, his mouth was slightly small but he had brilliant white teeth. His skin was clear and smooth. Popular throughout high school and college, he smiled and laughed easily and loved going to after work happy hours and basketball games. He was a bro.
His bulge was full and he walked confidently around the office. His heaving pouch visibly swayed side to side like a grapefruit under his tight khakis. Girls in HR and marketing would play with their hair when he came by and involuntarily stick their chests out. "Thanks Jason let me know if there's anything else I can help you with!" They would say in a baby voice as their eyes dwelled on his crotch.
After the gym he went home to his petite, pretty wife. She had no particular aspirations beyond her job as a real estate agent besides sticking with her man and giving him babies. She performed her wifely duties perhaps once a week, or every other week if she was mad at him. That didn't stop him from trying though. If he was trying too often she would deflect, she did not want her man to expect sex every day. He was more controllable when he was horny. If she relented, then he would part her panties, enter her, and pant and hump her until he got off, they would kiss and mentally check off "sex" in their list of Things That Newlyweds are Supposed to Do. Except that was the last time Jason got to fuck anyone.
Dim, but not too dim to realize he was never going to get ahead, Jason responded to an online ad that promised early retirement in exchange for a simple medical trial. "My friends are all buying houses and vacationing in France. Why don't I deserve those things?" He grumbled to himself. "God, I bet my wife would let me fuck her everyday if I brought home a million dollars. Probably even let her friends join in."
Skipping the gym one day, Jason nervously stopped at a nondescript office after work called, "Biotech Research Clinic". He entered the quiet office and there seemed to be nobody there except an older secretary.
"Uh, yeah I'm here about the trial?" He asked.
"Oh of course. Just sign this paper and have a seat. The doctor will then see you."
"Uhh alright, but what is it exactly? I don't want to sign up if I don't know what it is." He said.
"This is just a sign-in sheet! There's no commitment of course until the doctor examines you." The secretary responded tartly.
Jason shrugged, excited about the prospect of buying a huge house with a pool, with an Aston Martin in the driveway to make his friends jealous. He looked around and was a little weirded out that there weren't the normal things you'd expect in a clinic. No magazines, toy bins for kids, clipboards, notepads, aquariums, or plants. Just metallic walls and a surprising amount of mirrors. The air seemed somewhat dry so he helped himself to some cucumber water in the lobby. Finally a tanned gentleman in his 50s or so with dark hair but graying temples and an Italian accent came out from.. somewhere? Jason didn't see from where.
"Ahhh, you must be Mr. Alvarez.. I am Dr. Martelli. Come with me please." The man said.
He followed the man, turning down several hallways until at last they came to an exam room.
"Please have a seat Mr. Alvarez." he said.
"So, I assume you are here for the trial?" the doctor asked.
"Well, maybe? I just want to know what it is and what it pays. My job is nothing special and I could use some extra cash for my kids. Well, I mean my future kids. I've been fucking my wife for a while now so I'm sure she'll have one soon enough."
"Fucking?! Well that is good Jason, because actually this trial is a procedure on the genitals." Dr. Martelli said.
"Whoa, holy shit dude. I was just thinking I'd take a pill or something. I don't want to get operated on." Jason frantically said.
"Mr. Alvarez allow me to explain. We are trying to test a hormonal injection into the side of the penis that might heal injuries to the genitals. You know, burn victims, factory accidents, soldiers that stepped on a IDE and got their parts blown off. In a healthy man we don't expect much side effects, possibly reduced or increased libido as the body adjusts to the hormones. But we do need to test it nonetheless before we can sell it to the public."
Jason frowed and his eyes darted for the exit. "Yeah.. my dick is just fine. I can't imagine anything would be worth getting my dick injected."
The doctor sighed. "I was afraid you might say that. It has been difficult to find volunteers. That is why our company has kept raising the price. Even at $4 million dollars there was not much interest in finishing the trial."
Jason's eyes popped. "F.. four million?" he wondered. His mind filled with images of expensive watches, front row basketball tickets, and being idolized at his high school reunion.
"Wow. Damn. And what are the side effects again?" He grew more comfortable.
"Well, just fluctuations in libido. You may not care for sex for a few weeks, or you may be extremely aroused. In any case a young athletic male like you should not notice anything too out of the ordinary. And if you're not sure Mr. Alvarez, think of all the people you could help by completing our study."
"I mean if I have a chance of being a millionaire and a stronger dick then... yeah. I guess so." Jason shrugged.
"Excellent. The first thing we will need is a semen sample to establish a baseline. Then you will have to submit a sample regularly so we can monitor your progress. Please pull down your trousers Mr. Alvarez."
Jason looked worried and shy.
"There's no need to hesitate ...." "Jason" he said. "Yes, Jason, This whole trial is related to the sexual organs so you might as well get used to it." The doctor reassured.
Jason shimmied down his slacks and boxer briefs halfway down his thighs and looked to the side, averting his gaze to spare some embarrassment. His relaxed balls and dick heaved to one side. But it had started to swell. Pretty much any time he was fully exposed was exciting, even if it was in front of a doctor.
"So any problems with your penis or testicles Mr. Alvarez?" The doctor asked.
"Um, no." Jason replied meekly.
"Good. And you are sexually active yes, about how often do you copulate?"
