Gay for Science: His Clinical Trial Doctor (Gay First Time Erotica)

Ben is twenty-one and has never gotten laid, but this turns out to work in his favor when he gets chosen for a clinical trial of new enhancement pills. He answers a newspaper ad and is chosen as a participant in a medical research trial, and when he arrives for his appointment, he's surprised to find a gorgeous doctor with a stopwatch and measuring tape. The medical research goes smoothly until his body disobeys orders and he's in danger of losing out on that great financial compensation. The doctor offers to help Ben take care of the problem in time, finish the trial, and collect his payment... as long as he follows every order!

Warning: This short story contains scenes of an explicit nature between consenting adults and is intended only for an 18+ audience.

Word count: approximately 7700.

Excerpt:

“I'm Dr. Mitchell,” the doctor told him, reaching out to shake Ben's hand once they were in an examination room.

“Good to meet you,” Ben automatically said, dropping his hand to shake Dr. Mitchell's hand. He couldn't help but notice the strong, confident grip the doctor had, probably at least partly from a lifetime of working with his hands to manipulate patients' bodies.

“Likewise. Now, let's get down to business, Ben. I'm the supervising doctor of this clinical trial. It's a slow process, but I'm sure one of our receptionists already warned you about that. This experiment is very... intimate, shall we say, so if you wish to back out at any stage, you can leave with partial compensation. In order to receive full compensation, you must stay the entire length of time. Obviously, we'd prefer it if you stayed, though.”

Ben patted his jacket pocket. “I've got a book in here and my phone. And I'm fine with whatever happens.”

“Good,” Dr. Mitchell nodded. “Now, I have to take your measurements first. Sit on the examination table.” When Ben sat, the doctor approached with the cuff, expertly taking the reading while Ben tried to figure out why Dr. Mitchell was making his heart race.

“Now, you can either take your clothes off and change into this,” Dr. Mitchell handed him a standard hospital garment, “or just keep your clothes off. Since we'll be measuring you a lot, that might be easier. We keep this room warm so it should be comfortable.”

Ben glanced around at the room. No windows or anything and it didn't look like Dr. Mitchell minded if he was naked, so he shrugged. “I don't mind being naked. I did take PE like everyone else,” he laughed.

Dr. Mitchell cracked a smile in response, which made Ben relax. “All right, Ben.” He put away the blood pressure cuff and took out his clipboard while Ben kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt and put it aside, then unzipped his jeans to slide them down and off before following suit with his underwear and socks. This left him stark naked in the exam room, the harsh lights flickering above him and illuminating every inch of his body.

“I'm ready,” Ben told Dr. Mitchell once he was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the examination table. The doctor turned around and approached, bringing with him a measuring tape similar to the one the nurse the day before had used. “Same as before?”

“More or less,” Dr. Mitchell nodded, resting a hand on Ben's thigh. “Spread your legs just a little to make it easier for me.”