Insidious Drug Trial - Part 1
I'm excited to share the first part of a two part collab with another fantastic creator, @skinnyboyresus . In this tale of dark machinations and caution ignored, our attractive young friend decides to participate in a seemingly very lucrative drug trial to make some quick cash. In our first part, he goes to the "clinic" to undergo his pre-trial screening. But as things go on, he can't help but get bad vibes about what's going on. But the allure of a quick payday is too much to resist and he ignores his intuition. Come back for the second part to see what sort of disastrous results this lapse in judgement brings when part 2 is released.
@skinnyboyresus has taken some photos to accompany our tale and will provide more photos / gifs for part 2.
If any other creators are interested in a collab, or anyone is interested in a personal story they want to trade for, just reach out to me in DM. Ideas for public posts can be sent as asks.
Without further delay, please enjoy.
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As Matt pushed open the glass door and stepped into the clinic, his warm brown eyes scanned the space with a mix of curiosity and apprehension as they adjusted to the low harsh light of the overhead fluorescent bulbs. He pushed a tuft of his messy brown hair out of his vision, its perfectly imperfect, tousled locks framing his slender face in soft, gentle waves. The building he entered was nestled in a strip mall between a payday loan store and a nail salon - not exactly the location he would've expected for a medical testing facility. Then again, Matt wasn't sure what a medical testing facility was supposed to look like if he was honest, so he shrugged it off.
Matt's skinny 5'8" frame moved with a quiet apprehension as he approached the reception desk. At 19 years old, he was still unsure about his decision to participate in this drug trial but his options for financing his college were limited, so he gathered himself and set his shoulders back in feigned confidence, accentuating his narrow chest and tight abs beneath his fitted t-shirt. The receptionist greeted him with a practiced smile dripping in far too much feigned enthusiasm and waited for him to speak. "Ummm… I'm here for a screening for a drug trial?" he said apprehensively. She smiled and took his name and date of birth before handing him a clipboard full of forms to fill out.
As Matt scribbled down his information in neat, precise script, he couldn't shake the feeling of how… off everything seemed. The room he was in looked like a some sort of doctor's office waiting room. The walls were painted a sterile white, and the furniture looked like the usual cheap furniture that every doctor's office has… but the walls were otherwise barren; no fish tank, no informational posters, nothing. And it didn't smell like a doctor's office. The air was thick with the scent of wet paint and stale coffee, making Matt's stomach a bit uneasy. Once more he pushed the thought aside, attributing it to his own nervousness at participating in his first drug trial. Perhaps though it was just the promise of an easy $10,000 that made him willing to ignore what otherwise might've been subtle flags there was something wrong. A few minutes later, the receptionist called his name and led him into an exam room where a nurse was waiting.
She curtly introduced herself as Nurse Lisa before telling Matt to strip down to his underwear for the examination, all without looking up from her notes or giving off a single scintilla of warmth. 'All business' Matt noted to himself but did as Nurse Lisa instructed him to. He set about undressing with a quiet efficiency that hid his growing disquiet with the oddness of this clinic and its staff. He started with his shirt - a thin, fitted tee that clung to his chest like a second skin, picked especially to highlight his abs and chest. Matt's slender fingers grasped the hem of his shirt, and he lifted it slowly over his head, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest.
His torso was hairless from neck to navel - a blank canvas of pale skin unmarred by even a single stray strand. He was a lean boy, with no more fat on his chest than hair. His muscles were well toned, but not overly bulging. He was pleased with his look, he thought his chest and abs one of his best features. Nurse Lisa was unimpressed though, her face as unchanging as stone as she looked up to watch him undress. Matt felt awkward as she stared at him unblinking, the room quiet except for the soft hum of machines in the background, making Matt's movements seem much louder than they were.
The cold air on his skin made him shiver slightly - his deep tan nipples grew and hardened under the chill. Next came his jeans - the button fly unzipping with a soft rasp before Matt hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down over his hips. The fabric slid easily down his narrow thighs before bunching around his ankles like a crumpled pile of leaves. Matt's legs were long and lean for his frame - tapering from thigh to calf in a smooth, unbroken line that made them look very thin, almost fragile in comparison to the understated finely chiseled strength of his chest and abs. Nurse Lisa continued to stare indifferently. He was getting a bit self conscious at this cold inspection but he got a small boost of confidence when he looked down to get back to undressing: his boxers managed to hug his hips in a low dip that hinted suggestively despite his leanness - the material clinging to his cheeks made them look rounder, brought smooth lines and soft gentle curves to mind. He'd bought them just for that reason, though he again noted that Nurse Lisa was either unappreciative or perhaps unconscious standing up. A faint outline of his penis pushed against the fabric in the front - a nervous semi making it more pronounced than normal in these underwear. He lifted his left leg and then his right, kicking off the jeans. The cold tile felt good on his soft smooth soles as he now stood in front of this icy woman in nothing but his underwear.
Nurse Lisa pointed wordlessly to an exam table. He complied and climbed up. She pulled over a medical monitor on a little wheeled cart and proceeded to hook him up to it. She snapped 3 lead wires into a strip of paper with electrodes attached and peeled them off one by one to place them on his chest, one above each pec and one down left of his belly button. The lead wires brushed back and forth against his nipples as breathed in and out. In another context, it would've been pleasant, maybe downright hot, but something about this room just made him too uncomfortable to appreciate it. Next came the pulse oximeter - a small plastic clip snapped onto Matt's finger like a miniature handcuff. She lifted his arm without asking and moved it outward as she wrapped a blood pressure cuff around Matt's upper arm and pushed the button to take a reading. It started to work like a constricting snake - inflating to an almost too tight squeeze before slowly relaxing its grip. The machine beeped out a staccato rhythm as it calculated his BP - the numbers flashing across the screen in bold red digits.
She put her stethoscope in her ears and began to auscultate his chest, listening to his heart and breathing - the cold metal pressed against his skin making him shiver slightly as she moved it from place to place. Unlike every other doctor and nurse he'd ever encountered, she made no effort to warm it or apologies at it's uncomfortable chill. This part also normally excited him, having another human being carefully listening to the beat of his heart, but under her stone cold stare it just felt uncomfortable. Nurse Lisa moved on to his head and neck next, peering into Matt's mouth with a tongue depressor and checking his ears with the otoscope. She returned to her notepad and spent several wordless minutes taking notes. Matt had no idea if that was good or bad, but apparently it meant the exam would continue as she next instructed him to lie down on the table and he complied.
Once lying down the exam continued as she palpated his stomach, searching for any tenderness or abnormalities that might indicate an underlying pathology he assumed. Her fingers probed his belly with a slightly uncomfortable and insistent pressure - feeling out the contours of his abdominal organs like a blind person reading Braille. Again, normally being manipulated and touched like this was a feeling that left him trying to hide an erection from an attractive nurse but the vibe Lisa gave off left no such problem, his nervous boner form earlier having long since gone soft. Next came his arms - Nurse Lisa lifting them one at a time to examine his armpits and press on his lymph nodes. The sensation was almost ticklish, making Matt squirm slightly as she probed the sensitive skin. Without so much as a warning, she reached up the leg of his boxers to check his femoral pulse - her fingers searching out the throbbing beat of blood in his thighs. This caused him to blush and shift his weight slightly to keep her touch limited to his thigh. She either didn't notice or didn't care. There was something about the forceful nonchalant way she handled him, like some sort of object instead of a person, that didn't sit right with Matt.
Finally came his legs and feet - Nurse Lisa examining them with the same detached efficiency that had characterized every other part of her exam. She felt along his calves, shins, and ankles, searching for any abnormalities in muscle tone or reflexes. She pressed up on his toes and slid her thumb up his soles checking reflex and tone. She manipulated his legs into various positions lifting them, bending them, etc. Never giving Matt any warning nor asking permission. Matt's body lay passive under her touch - he'd accepted that to this woman he was a mere specimen to be probed and analyzed like a piece of meat on an autopsy table. Eventually, she seemed to be satisfied with her work and placed his leg back down. After once more spending several silent minutes notating the chart, she removed the leads from the electrodes and pulse oximeter and unhooked the BP cuff's tubing but left it all in place on his body. "Follow me" she instructed with no other explanation and walked out of the room.
Matt, a bit embarrassed to be walking out into a common area wearing nothing but his underwear, followed her into the hall and down one door to another room as quickly as he could without overtaking her casual pace. As he turned to face the doorway and could see into the room, he saw a treadmill, some sort of breathing mask, a 12-lead EKG machine and a couple of other machines which he assumed were monitors of one sort or another. A stress test must be part of the examination he realized. As Matt was led into the small workout room by Nurse Lisa, he felt another pang of that unease. Why would a cardiac stress test be a requirement for a drug trial that was advertised as being so safe to participate in? Once more though, the lure of his upcoming payday caused him to shrug it off and step into the room, albeit with a bit of trepidation.
Nurse Lisa had Matt stand on the treadmill and began to hook him up to the 12-lead EKG machine next to the treadmill. In addition to the three electrodes that were already on his chest, she added a fourth, a matching mirror mate to the one on his lower abdomen. Then she proceeded to place one on either side of his sternum, just above level with his nipples. Finally, four more were put in a sort of arc, leading down from the left side of his sternum, under his pec, and around to the side of his ribcage. Once they were applied, she began attach the leads to these electrodes. Each lead had its own wire snaking back towards the EKG machine, a bundle of dark cables that looked almost organic as they twisted and turned across Matt's torso before disappearing into the belly of the beast monitoring his every heartbeat with cold precision. As Nurse Lisa finished attaching all ten leads, Matt felt their combined weight pulling down gently against the skin of his chest, monitoring and restraining him like a collection of leashes attached to some animal. He definitely felt like he was an animal being led around on parade by its master. Even with that thought in his mind and the incredible weirdness of the situation, this time he did find he was once again aroused, his cock starting to push against the inside his boxers a bit too openly. His fascination with hearts had always lead him to fantasize about being on a 12-lead EKG at some point, and though this circumstance was far from his sexual ideal, it was better than nothing as a first time. Being all wired up, every axis of his heart being examined, on display, was definitely hot. He noted that the weight of the electrodes and their leads was heavier than he had imagined, giving the whole experience a physicality that surprised him and really turned him on. He was already imagining how that tugging would feel bouncing up and down as he would run on the treadmill. He tucked a thought away in the back of his mind for later, "Maybe I can use part of the $10,000 to buy myself one off ebay". If "Nurse Ratchet" noticed his full on hard-on tenting his underwear, she didn't so much as blink in acknowledgement. 'Just professionalism I'm sure' Matt thought wryly, definitely not because she's some sort of robot.
The V02 mask was next, it fit snugly over Matt's nose and mouth - Nurse Lisa pulled it too tight from the back, its rubber straps digging into his skin with an insistent pressure that initially made him feel like he was being slowly suffocated by an unseen hand. He didn't dare ask her to loosen it though, and eventually he got used to it. The machine hummed to life, a soft whirring noise filling the air as it began to monitor his oxygen intake and usage. After reconnecting the blood pressure cuff and the O2 sensor, Nurse Lisa motioned for him to stand on the treadmill. She told him the treadmill would start and once it did, it would go through 5 stages of difficulty and he needed to complete them all. It was the most he'd heard her speak by a long shot.
Stage 1 of the stress test began almost immediately - Matt starting at a slow walk with little incline as Nurse Lisa stared at the various monitor screens. His heart rate ticked up slowly but surely, beating out an only slightly faster than normal rhythm in his chest like a metronome marking time. As he had imagined earlier, the shaking of the EKG leads created a pleasant rhythmic tugging on his chest and rubbing against his skin that he found he liked a lot. I'll definitely get myself a 12-lead for home with some of this money he decided in that moment.
As Stage 2 commenced, Matt felt the incline and speed both increase, and his breathing quicken and deepen - becoming more slightly labored as the intensity increased. Going from no incline to a relatively good one really kicked up things up a notch. Sweat began to form across his forehead and chest, tiny droplets of moisture that cooled him and caused his chest to glisten pleasantly. Matt's body was starting to warm from exertion but he was not yet at all tired. It was a comfortable level of exercise. He dared to sneak a peek at the monitors and was fascinated by the 12 different lines representing his heartbeat as they scrolled across the screen. He'd viewed EKG's online frequently as a cardiophile, but found now that it felt very different to watch his own for the first time. He liked it a lot, needless to say. He nervously inspected the nurse for any outward sign of how he was doing. Any one of those twelve lines just had to show a single issue and he was certain he would be eliminated by this emotionless woman. His head snapped back to forward though as Nurse Lisa's attention came up from the monitor and back his direction, though he couldn't tell why he felt like looking would somehow get him in trouble.
In Stage 3, things started finally started getting hard - Matt's heart was pounding in his chest with increasing force as the incline steepened even further and the speed picked up. Now instead of jogging up a pleasant incline, he was running up a fairly steep hill. His lungs burned slightly in that way they do when you are in the middle of a really good workout - a dull ache that almost pleasantly radiated outward like ripples on a pond after throwing a rock into its still surface. He didn't have a problem getting through this phase, though he could tell he was starting to tire and worried about the next two phases given how much harder things were in this one. The treadmill continued accelerating, pushing him harder still until finally he hit Stage 4.
The jump in difficulty of Stage 4 was yet more extreme than the other stages and his body protested with increasing urgency against the punishment it was being subjected to. Now he was moving at nearly his maximum speed up the side of what felt like a mountain. Partway through the Stage, Matt felt like he was going to collapse - the lean muscle in his legs now burned and had a growing stiffness from lactic acid accumulation. The burning in his lungs had now exceeded the semi-comfortable heat of a good workout and was really beginning to hurt. He wheezed, his throat dry and painful.
As he reached the midpoint of Stage 4, Matt decided he wasn't sure if he could finish, his breathing ragged and shallow from exhaustion. He dared to ask a question... "I don't know if I can keep going," he gasped to Nurse Lisa. She turned to him with a completely impassive expression - her face as calm as still water on a windless day. "If you stop now, you won't be eligible for the trial." Words that, he suspected where chosen because she must have known, cut like a knife. After all, he'd already subjected himself to a fair bit of pain and awkwardness to get this far. The words had the desired effect, for Matt decided he couldn't afford that - despite his growing fatigue and discomfort, he pushed through Stage 4, determined not to let anything stand in the way of this chance at financial security. He retreated into a little fantasy in his head about hooking himself up to his new 12-lead and monitoring himself for hours to take his mind off the pain.
The final stage proved almost too much for Matt, tougher than anything he had faced before from a physical fitness perspective - pushing him past his limits until all he could think about was collapsing onto the belt and letting everything just fade away into nothingness. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest, pounding so hard that each beat sent shockwaves through every fiber of his being like an earthquake rocking a city on a fault line. His heart beat faster than he'd ever felt it before. He vaguely worried if one could push their own heart too far and give themselves a cardiac arrest. He was certain he felt it skip a few times, though who could tell, he was having trouble focusing. It was everything he could to just put one foot in front of the other. Matt's lungs burned with every breath - searing pain radiating outward from deep within him like embers smoldering inside a volcano waiting to erupt at any moment. Sweat poured down his face, plastering his hair to his scalp and running in rivulets down his chest. His entire body was soaked with sweat, his boxers now several shades darker with moisture, clung to him in uncomfortable ways, his balls had plastered themselves to his left thigh and no amount of kicking his leg out as he ran could get them free. He was starting to chafe from the wet underwear.
He was just about to give up and collapse, when through the foggy haze of his own personal misery Matt heard Nurse Lisa's voice - without the slightest hint of congratulations or reassurance - telling him that he had finally reached the end of the test. The treadmill slowed and leveled out. Matt collapsed onto the belt, gasping for air like a fish out of water flopping helplessly on some desolate rocky shore. He lay down right there on the treadmill panting and gasping for air as the nurse took down her notes and printed some strips out from the EKG machine. His legs kicked and trembled involuntarily as they struggled to recover from the extreme stress. His chest hurt, the overexertion causing his diaphragm to feel like it was in a vice. He struggled for every breath he took. In what may have been her only act of anything that could be mistaken for kindness, Nurse Lisa bent down and unhooked all of the equipment instead of asking Matt to stand as he had expected, though this was probably just so she could keep things moving. She left the electrodes on his chest and told him he could take them off himself later, now he had to stand up and follow her.
After arriving back in the first room, still drenched in sweat, Nurse Lisa promptly tied a rubber tube to Matt's arm and jabbed him with a needle. Matt had blood drawn from his arm - four vials in total were taken. The needle slid into his vein like a hot knife through butter, Matt feeling only a slight pinch as it broke through the skin. He was loathe to give this woman any credit, but he had to say, despite her demeanor Nurse Lisa knew how to find a vein, it wasn't the worst draw he'd ever had. That said, she ended up taking so much blood that, between blood loss and his extreme exhaustion, he was starting to feel light headed. Darkness creeped in from the edges of his vision once or twice, but he fought it back. If he passed out now, he would definitely be disqualified, he was certain of that. Instead he set about putting his jeans back on as he thought the exam over. His legs and underwear were so wet with sweat, they immediately began to soak through the jeans.
Matt had thought himself done at this point but it turned out Nurse Lisa had one final indignity up her sleeve. She turned back to Matt with that same impassive expression that had slowly changed from seeming simply indifferent to outwardly cruel, the context of what was happening to Matt making this woman seem darker by the minute. She instructed him brusquely "We're not done yet, drop your pants and underwear". Somewhere deep down, his mind wanted to refuse, didn't want to be nude in front of this android of a woman. It felt like one indignity too far after everything else, but this part of him lost the battle in his mind; just as before he convinced himself he'd come too far to let modesty stop him now.
His soggy jeans and underwear hit the floor with a wet slap. He stood there totally nude save for the leg-wear around his ankles, the 10 lead-less electrodes decorating his chest, and the sweat still evaporating from his skin. His flaccid, uncircumcised cock hung exposed in the cold air, dangling from a taut scrotum that had a fresh, youthful firmness, its skin smooth with a subtle sheen of sweat. Foreskin loosely enveloped the head of his generously sized cock, which itself curved gently to the left when erect, giving the illusion of a subtle, seductive smile, as if inviting all eyes to drink in its beauty. His balls seemed to bulge slightly in the tight confines of his scrotum, hinting at the robust virility they contained, and providing a soft cradle for the base of his shaft to sit. In totality, the whole arrangement had the quiet, potent allure of youth. He wasn't sure if it was the cold air in the room on his still sweat dripping body, embarrassment at his freshly exposed genitals or his intense feeling of ick for this woman but he could feel his already high sitting balls retracting into his body and his cock shrinking like it was trying to hide in his foreskin as he stood there.
Nurse Lisa stepped forward and her gloved hands closed around Matt's penis - her touch icy cold as she began examining him with detached precision. Despite his penis's best efforts to escape her, she pulled back the foreskin, peering intently at his head and glans before releasing it and moving down his shaft to his balls, pushing each one this way and that way before giving them a squeeze through his scrotum like someone checking for ripeness in fruit. Her touch was not gentle and he shifted uncomfortably as pain shot through his balls at her probing. She had squeezed him hard enough that nausea grew in his stomach and his head swam a little. He felt like a kidnap victim - though he'd come here voluntarily, now he felt unable to escape as Nurse Lisa continued probing every inch of his body without any regard whatsoever towards how this made him feel.
Finally Nurse Lisa released his scrotum and stood up. Matt sighed in relief to at last be done, but Matt's was once again wrong. His torment was to continue, as Nurse Lisa walked around behind him and said matter of factly, "bend over and touch your toes". At this point, he had been so beaten down and conditioned by this experience, he didn't even hesitate, just bent over as she instructed. He couldn't begin to understand why they would need to inspect his asshole but once more, the promise of his impending payday overrode his better judgement and he complied. 'Let her get her look and be done', he thought. He'll never forget what came next. It caught him totally unprepared when Nurse Lisa suddenly grabbed his shoulder with one hand and inserted one finger coated in lubricant up his ass. The invasion was not just wholly unwelcome but totally unexpected, as she had given no warning before molesting him - the shock of it making him tense up involuntarily, his sphincter clamping down, an action that caused him no small amount of pain and Nurse Lisa some irritation as she audibly sighed. Not that it stopped her, she just kept going anyway. After feeling around inside him for what felt like an eternity, Nurse Lisa finally removed her finger, having finished examining Matt's genitals and anus. She stepped back and regarded his body one last time with that unblinking gaze that made him feel like some kind of specimen about to be dissected inside a lab - a mere object rather than person. Without a word of acknowledgement for what had just happened or even so much as handing him a paper towel to clean the gel from his ass, Nurse Lisa handed Matt a piece of paper and said, "give this to the receptionist on your way out" and then turned back to her charts and started writing. He had been summarily dismissed mere moments after she basically molested him.
He quickly pulled up his pants and put on his shirt, deciding to deal with the electrodes on his chest and the gel in his asscrack when he got home. He didn't want to risk Nurse Lisa deciding there was more examination that needed done. He finished dressing, and without another word to his tormentor, did as he was told, taking the note to the receptionist. "Thanks so much! You'll receive a call in the next few days if you are eligible to participate!" she practically buzzed. Her sickly sweet demeanor now outright sickened him, given what she was sending people back to experience. But he headed out the door and drove home. The entire drive home, Matt stewed in the feeling that something was really wrong in that place, his brain battling with itself, oscillating between 'he shouldn't go back and maybe even should call the police' to 'it was just a rude nurse and a cheap location, don't be a wuss'.
In the following days, Matt waited anxiously to hear back from the clinic. On the surface, he told himself he wasn't sure if he'd even go back if they did call. But if he had been honest with himself, deep down he knew he couldn't pass on that kind of cash, especially after what he'd already gone through to get it. He spent most of his time practicing for upcoming college exams that he hoped would be less grueling than the trial's screening had been. His phone rang on Wednesday at 5pm. A nurse's voice (not Lisa) was on the other end with an offer to participate in the clinical drug trial beginning next Monday morning at 9am. Matt accepted without hesitation before hanging up the line.
The weekend flew by, leaving Matt feeling both excited and apprehensive about what lay ahead. Some small part of him wondered if he was making a terrible mistake, but the promise of easy money was too enticing to ignore. But these doubts weren't enough to stop him and Monday morning, he opened the door in the strip mall for the last time…
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