As the youngster twisted and struggled against the metal that held him in place the dance that his magnificent build was doing continued to please his older captor. Plates of steel pectoral muscle rose and fell as biceps continued to flex to full baseball size against the cuffs. His body, a pure work of art, glistened in the massage oil that had been applied to him as rivulets of sweat ran down his smooth eight pack abs, raised into a reclining position on the sturdy apparatus to which he as affixed.
The elder circled him just once. Pausing briefly behind him to take in the full sight of both his captive and himself in the towering mirror. In the reflection the younger man witnessed the older briefly lick his lips in the reflection; the professor was obviously enjoying himself at the young stud's expense. The old man placed one finger on the cuffs that bound the heroic wrists and running his finger along the metal said, "See, I told you that you're going nowhere."
The young bodybuilder bucked and flexed at his tethering as the older moved alongside him and back to the base of the credenza. The old man stood now so that the younger could see him between his legs. Retrieving the bent metal crank from the surface of the furniture he used one end of it to gently trace a muscular ridge in the gymnast's thigh, causing it to tremble slightly in its bent position. "I have brought you here today as a favor to the University Mr. Grayson. To enroll you in a research project for which you are perfectly suited but also for which I know you would have never willingly enrolled yourself. My long admiration of your perfect physical constitution as well as my desire to use you as part of this project were made possible by my accidental realization of your alias. Today, before you and I part, you will willingly become our school's entrant into a Statewide Research Grant Study sponsored by the pharmaceutical division of Gotham's own Wayne Enterprises. Male subjects of approximately your age from throughout the state will participate. Although every school will have at least one enrollee, I prefer to consider this, as I do most inter-campus activities, a competition. I am certain that there isn't another participant in this study of your, shall we say, quality?"
The older man used the steel crank to trace down the younger's leg until reaching the secured ankle trapped against the hard wood of the credenza. Admiring the flexing perfection of the leg, he moved on with his duties. Moving the crank to the ratchet located at the foot of the device to which the teen titan was bound, the older man slid it into place with a click and once again, as he had when he raised the top, began slowly turning. This time the brass clamps to which the boy's ankles were secured began to slide apart as heavy
struts slid from confinement within the furniture and began to move them apart and upward. "I assure you that in subsequent clinical trials associated with this study the environment in which you will be studied will be much more clinical in nature", the professor explained as he watched his stunned victim's eyes follow his own knees as they continued to slowly spread apart. "Your enrollment session needed to be a little unique because the normal lure of funds or scientific participation would be of no value to you. Usually our enrollees are not of your physical prowess, masculine perfection or caliber. We have never had an "alpha" enrollee in one of our studies. I can assure you, we greatly appreciate your participation."
In shock the young man continued his fight for freedom as he watched his professor remove the crank and bend to retrieve the wooden box he had placed on the floor earlier. Gently the old man set the wooden box on the surface of the wooden furniture between the now wide spread thighs of the college student.
"What the fuck professor", the young man said as he once again tried to arch his back and fight free of the bindings, "What is going on?"
"No need for such language my boy. No need at all. You succumbed to enrollment in this study; as a matter of fact you even asked that I place your cuffs there on those ample arms of yours. Now, I think that if you were at a slightly higher angle you could see better to witness the process." Walking back to the other
end of table, behind the boy's back, the professor reinserted the crank in that ratchet and turned slowly, lifting the back of the table a few more degrees. "There, a perfect view of you in the mirror. Wouldn't you say?"
The professor retreated back to his desk to gather the final requirements for Dick's enrollment into the Research Grant Project. From behind him, blocked in the mirror by his own reflection, Grayson could hear his professor opening and closing the drawers of his desk and muttering to himself about the necessary implements. From his vantage point he could see only himself, unable to free himself while tightly secured at all four corners to what appeared to be a make-shift examination table. His legs were spread and raised much like a female patient's would be during a physical exam with her gynecologist. The oil that the professor had used in feeling him up earlier clung differently than posing oil he had used in competitions in the past had. In the reflection the sheen seemed to be becoming glossier with time and although it wasn't uncomfortable, it seemed to be drying slowly to a second skin.
The professor reappeared with a pen and paper that he set on the open space between his student's muscular legs, he also had a bottle that looked much like those used for common household cleaning chemicals in his hand; it was filled about half way with a light yellow liquid. "Our grant from Wayne Enterprises is for research on a new male potency medication that is in final FDA clinical trials. The grant itself, which will be more clearly outlined to you during your first meeting with the student assistant assigned specifically to your case, is for final trials on a unique administration of the drug. Unlike other medications currently on the market, this one is of greater strength and is more convenient for patients. Rather than having to take pills at the time of need, the new medication allows for patients to visit their doctor just once for an injection which then is triggered by use of other products that are available more readily in the marketplace. This will save patients who require such medications for fertility or performance a great deal of money. For example, an older gentleman who has trouble performing in bed may visit his physician just once for an injection and later, when the time arrives that he needs assistance he may simply chew a piece of wintergreen gum if wintergreen is the medications trigger." Standing between the beautifully spread legs of the young hero, again admiring the virile perfection before him the professor smiled as he concluded the brief introduction to the medication, "In today's case, the medication has been delivered to you Mr. Grayson in trans-dermal form. Where the marketplace would require a small three-inch by three-inch patch, you're wearing medication across your entire upper body. If I might add, a very beautiful upper body at that. The oil I placed upon you was laden with a high dose of Erectix. The drug has been slowly permeating your skin for the last forty-five minutes or so. Our school's leg of the clinical trial will use citrus oil as the trigger. Once consumed, any citrus oil will trigger the desired clinical reaction for the person using the medication. I thought, for my enjoyment today we would have a little fun. Rather than have you simply drink a glass of orange juice or suck a lime wedge as a member of the general public might when using Erectix, I am going to allow some diluted lemon oil to do the trick trans-dermanaly as well."
The professor leaned into the wide-eyed hero and whispered, "now, don't go anywhere my young friend." With that, he aimed the bottle at the air over the strapped beefcake and repeatedly pulled the little plastic handle, allowing the citrus oil to become airborne and cascade over Grayson's shirtless torso.
"As we begin your enrollment Mr. Grayson, I should inform you that typically no medications are used with our subjects during the first trial so that we are able to achieve baseline readings. Again, for purposes of your less than willing enrollment and my pleasure," he continued to circle the boy, sending mist in the air just inches from the smooth, taut skin, "I am bending the rules."
"Professor, this is insane. I am not going to allow you to use me as some sort of lab rat for any study regardless of your desire to get notoriety for this campus. I don't need a potency drug and further more," The boy stopped struggling abruptly and looked down at his own glistening body coated with oils. The medication seemed to be coming to life, he felt a strong stirring in his tight briefs and his nuts began to tingle. He looked at his professor with a horror-filled expression. Once again struggling to free himself he was fully aware that the only time he had ever been this physically aroused was when Barbara held him close, naked in her bed.
Resting his hand on the firm upper thigh of the hero the professor looked into the handsome face of the writhing hunk before him, "My boy, I believe you're beginning to see that this drug may have potential. I can say for certain from my vantage point", the professor had taken in the sight of the now bulging trunks, "you certainly will fulfill our campuses needs." Gently cupping the package that now rested before him he smiled at his student. "You're going to make us all very proud I am sure."
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