Summer Intern Chapter 2

Author: lithium500mg
Title: Summer Intern Chapter 2
Date: 25 February 2015

Summer Intern Chapter 2

I can supply a brief recap of my earlier notes that ended with me and five others stripped bare in front of an old wooden building in the desert. It wasn’t a desert in the scientific sense as we were actually in the Panamint Valley just west of Death Valley. I’ll write about the camp environs in another chapter.

The six of us, all between 19 and 20 years old, all just about 190 cm tall, all about 82 kilos, were standing naked outside the building waiting for “orientation and assignments.” We had been recruited for a study of male sexuality out of small California colleges, me out of U. San Diego. We got $35k for two months study, a blinding amount of money for a summer intern. When we were dropped off at the site, we, perhaps foolishly, allowed all our possessions to disappear in a bus down the road, leaving us with nothing but our smiles. Like I said, a blinding amount of money. Secretly I had a thrill when all my stuff disappeared; being stranded naked in an isolated spot seemed like it might be fun.

We were to be the vessels for determining if male sexuality was subject to cycles. These cycles could be lunar, weekly, none. The study would collect semen from the six nearly-identical subjects at periods that were not specified in the contract. This contract included an obligation that we must finish the study. Let me say this. We were never told or promised anything that wasn’t true. We were promised a lake. It was a dry lake. We were promised mountains. They were the Panamints, mountains without trees.

The first fellow intern entered the office escorted by a burly fellow we shortly knew as “Supervisor.” Maybe five minutes later the second went in, and I was the third. What I was expecting was to get assigned housing, some camp clothes, and maybe some written material about details of the study. What I got was an elliptical metal cage dropping over my shoulders, pinning my arms to my sides. As it dropped a very heavy rubber hood fell loosely over my head, muffling my shouts. The cage was designed so that the bars angled backwards. This arrangement allowed Supervisor to pull my arms back by repeated tugs, and to apply handcuffs.

A chain was dropped and locked to my neck (a temporary collar), and I was hobbled by ankle cuffs. The hood was attached loosely to the collar. Next, the metal cage was raised off my shoulders to get ready for the fourth “intern.” A voice in front of me said something (probably to calm me), but everything was a buzz, and I was walked off (hobbled off, really) to another room. All this took less than a minute and a half.

The hood was a strange but simple and effective contraption. It was made of heavy rubber maybe six millimeters (about ¼ inch) thick. It was cylindrical with a hemispherical top, and sat loosely on top of the head. It was just long enough to sit above the shoulders. It was loosely fastened to the collar to prevent the wearer (that’s me) from shaking it off.

Anyway, I was standing naked and cuffed, mostly immobilized by the ankle cuffs but able to see a little out the bottom of the hood. I could see my feet and others, so there wasn’t a problem of balance like there might be with a totally blacked-out hood. I heard weeping from one of the other guys, and I think I heard the other trying to comfort him. My way of comforting people is light humor, so, when I gathered my wits a little, I began some banter, the details of which I don’t remember. I also was trying to hide the fact that I was scared, and I probably wanted to weep myself.

The weeping seemed to stop as the remaining three interns joined us. At first we were randomly dispersed within the room, then the burly one we called Supervisor set us up in a straight line. Among us, there had been little talk, sometimes a “Does anyone know what this is all about?”, and “Do you think they’ll hurt us?” We didn’t know whether we were alone in the room, so everyone instinctively knew to keep quiet. We are all athletes and we know the danger of having a coach overhear unguarded comments. It wasn’t too long before our study managers came into the room where the six of us were standing. The medical doctor, or rather the fellow who conducted our college interviews, started the orientation.

“Thank you all for agreeing to participate in our study,” he started out.

“You six were selected with extreme care for your physical and responsive similarities. Your signed contract obligates you to 61 days, but you should also consider your participation an opportunity to advance the field of physiology. Your life will be regulated by the Study in fine detail for this period. We will control when you eat, when you sleep, when you urinate and defecate. We will control your caloric intake, which will be generous and extremely high quality. We will control your caloric output from work and targeted exercise. And, particularly pertinent to this study, we will control your release of semen.”

This last statement did it for me. I sprang the galaxy boner. I was already getting relaxed with his soft tone of voice. The combination of cuffs, collar, hood and naked had given me a little tickle from the start, and the “control your release of semen” put me into overdrive.

The medical doctor continued. “You will call me ‘Control’, the large fellow you will call Supervisor, the other fellow you will call “Welder.”

I filed the names in my brain, Control, Supervisor, Welder. I thought I might not have heard the last name properly, and actually filed it in my mind as “Walter.”

“In our presence you will speak only when spoken to. You will have all the information you need from us, from us.” “You will be called by the order in which you entered the Office. Supervisor will mark the numbers on your butt.” Supervisor started his assigned task, separately applying the Magic Marker to each cheek. “For the benefit of the other four, Number Three and Number Five now have full erections. This means that their bodies are demanding the production of semen. Please feel free to do the same.”

He continued, “We will soon remove your hoods shortly and provide you food and water. We will not release you from your cuffs until later tonight. The man you will call “Cook” has prepared a porridge and you will be fed by hand. Do you understand all this?”

I nodded yes, and I suppose the others did as well. I started to speak, and got a light tap on my balls from behind as a consequence. Supervisor gently whispered to me “Don’t speak.” I complied.

Control continued, “You will lead an exceptionally healthy lifestyle while you are under contract. You will defecate after breakfast after which you will shower, brush and floss. You will shower, brush and floss just before bed. Your bedding will be fresh and clean every night. You will have outdoor work for about four hours a day at the lake. You will be wearing the gear you will be issued tonight. Number Two is now fully erect. Good for you!”

Number Two had been the one who was weeping. He recovered fast!

“Do you understand that you will not speak in our presence?”

I nodded as the others probably did, and the hoods started coming off. Supervisor led us into the third room of the building - all of us still cuffed at the hands and ankles - and placed us standing around a dining table. The three erections softened as we shuffled into the new room, and I think the other three had a little extra blood at the groin. The fourth guy, Cook, came in with the porridge, and we dutifully accepted the meal. It was delicious, and plentiful! Supervisor had one hand in our bare backs and the other on our chests to steady us while Cook offered the porridge to our mouths in a ladle. Even the cold water was delicious, coming from a deep well and not across hundreds of miles to San Diego from the Colorado River.

We all remained standing although chairs around the table were offered. I think we were all looking forward to getting our gear, getting the cuffs off, and getting settled. It would be a little while.

After a while, Control came into the room. “Thank you again for your participation. Let me check you for testicular lumps or cancer, and then I’ll explain a little more about our procedures”. He came to each of us in turn, manipulated our packages and tested the texture and resilience of our balls, felt our arms, pecs, nipples, calves and thighs, and stood back to take in the whole physique. “Good choices, I had not been sure about the uniformity of Number Six’s testicles or the responsiveness of Number Two’s penis.”

He continued, “I want to make it clear to you: your meals will be totally healthy. The meat is all grown in this county and is free of hormones. The fruits and vegetables are pesticide-free. We are isolated enough that your grains will be natural and not genetically modified. Your preferences for breakfast were listed in the questionnaire you provided with our interview. Other meals will be uniform among the six of you.”

After he finished, he looked at Supervisor and Welder and said “All perfect.” “Now Welder will make each of you your permanent collars … and harnesses.”