Dave whips his sleek car into the parking space, agitation making him reckless. He drops his mirrored sunglasses onto the passenger seat of his car and resignedly climbs out. He hears his friends advice again, "Go see my friend Dr. Marsae, she might help you with your blues, she is doing some research on electricity and skin reactions, tell her office you are interested in the V-Project".
Well he has, and here he is outside a sliver of a white building with a small glassed in entryway. He strides forward shoving his hands into his pockets to hide any nervousness. When he tells the receptionist his name she almost coos, "Well aren't they the lucky ones today!" she says with a repressed giggle, "You sign up right here, and fill out these release forms that anything that happens is with your consent, Dave" He does as he is told, then paces the confines of the reception area trying to blow off some of his nervous energy.
"We are ready for the next subject." The clipped tones suddenly come over the intercom making the lithely muscled young male jump. He gulps nervously, entertaining second thoughts about this mystery project. The still smiling blonde receptionist waives him towards the door to the lab; "They will see you now".
He breathes deeply, squares his shoulders, flips his waist length inky braid to lay straight down his back and marches toward the door. One more deep calming breath and he opens the door and disappears through it, his shoe heels clicking on the tiles. The brilliant glare of the fluorescent lights is momentarily blinding, as his eyes adjust he wonders if he is perhaps seeing double. In front of him stand two women, he would guess they are about five-seven, but the heels they are wearing make them five-ten easily, and only five inches or so shorter then him. Their dark hair is cut in identical chin length bobs, framing their faces with tortoiseshell glasses, and pouting full mouths. As he carefully looks each woman over he notes that while one has piercing green cat's eyes the others are an almost midnight blue.
His eyes skim over the expected lab coats, but his perusal has his eyebrows rising when he realizes how short they are. He could see the top of their stockings clinging to their thighs, the silky stockings sliding down their legs and into the heels both ladies wear. "What" He clears his throat, his British accent strengthening in his nervousness" Would you like me to do?" he asks as his eyes darted around the neat laboratory environment.
"Take off your clothes and we can begin." Clips out the lady with the midnight blue eyes. "You may call me Dr. Grygori. My assistant in this research is Dr. Marsae" His eyes flicked to Dr. Marsae to see her lips quirking into a small smile as one eyebrow rises.
"Come on now, you don't need my help getting undressed do you?" asks Marsae. He feels the flush of blood rising to the surface of his skin move up his chest and into his face; he slowly starts to undo the buttons of his shirt.
" I may not need your help, but I might not mind it, Marsae" He thinks as he slips his cufflinks into his pants pocket, then undoes his belt.
"All of them" Commands Grygori she stalks to a counter, her heels clicking on the tiles. He slips off his shoes, and then slides his shorts and pants to his ankles in one lithe movement, neatly folding them over a chair to his left. He could have sworn he hears a low murmur of appreciation but when he glances at the women they are both cool competence and seem to be ignoring him, Marsae wheels in a padded examining table and covers it with a white sheet.
Marsae steps forward and leads him towards the padded examining table. "Don't forget your socks, feet are so sensitive." She commands softly. He peels off his socks and tosses them over towards where he had folded his pants. "Lay down now please, face up." Marsae commands gently. "Please take a moment to relax while we prepare"
He actually manages to relax enough to let his eyes drift closed, so he misses the glint in Marsae's eyes as she carefully unravels the wide nylon webbing straps. However when she draws them snugly across his chest and secures the plastic latches his hazel eyes fly open in mild alarm. "Wouldn't want you to jump away now would we?" Murmurs Marsae as she binds him across his thighs and calves as well. She gentle lifts his head and tugs out the length of his braid as well, freeing it from underneath him, she gently separates the length of it, sliding her fingers through it. He feels the beginnings a fresh blush and curses his fair skin as he feels the blood rush to his groin, and his penis begin to thicken and harden. When he looks up at Dr. Marsae she is simply finishing spreading out his hair.
When he glances back across the pale length of his body, willing his cock to not get any harder he realizes the lights in the room have been lowered to nearly off, and Dr. Grygori is pushing a wooden cart with a laptop to where he is strapped down. "Dr. Marsae please get your equipment so we can begin." Snaps Dr. Grygori causing Marsae to jump; she quickly moves her hands from the lush length of his hair and retrieves her matching cart.
"Please discuss with us the sensations you feel as we run through our testing." Marsae asks as she brings forward a wand shaped object, when she flips the switch it glows a pretty violet color. Dr. Grygori starts typing softly on the laptop. Marsae brings the mushroom shaped head of the wand close to his skin and he watches as the electricity swirling in it arcs to his body with and audible "zap". He jumps, completely unprepared for what was happening.
"Relax, this should not hurt, but please tell me what it feels like." Murmurs Marsae softly. "You can close your eyes if that helps."
Taking her advice he let his eyes drift closed, he hears the zap of the next contact and then the brush of the electricity spreading across his skin, like bubbles. "Its like bubbles across my skin" He mutters, growing uncomfortable as his cock continues to swell. He hears the zaps as Marsae slowly trails it down one side of his torso, down his thigh, and back up the opposite side. Her perfume drifts delicately over him, something spicy, it is both exotic and erotic. He helplessly feels his body respond, his cock now hardening to stand erect surrounded by the dark nest of his pubic hair.
