I graduated with a Master's degree in December of 2019, which ended up being a mixed blessing. On one hand, it meant I didn't have to deal with the bullshit of having my final semester take place during lockdown and quarantine. On the other hand I was freshly graduated and looking for work at right about the time everything closed and all the jobs dried up.
I was still living in an apartment with my roommate Trina. I had a decent scholarship, so I didn't have too much student debt, but after all my hard work I was trapped inside with nowhere to go. I didn't have a boyfriend, either, so there wasn't much to keep me occupied.
Most of my time was spent online, and it was on a morning in mid-April that I saw a particularly interesting ad next to the sudoku I was doing. It was about a new supplement that was supposed to increase sexual health and pleasure for gay men.
I clicked on it and saw that they were looking for a gay male in his mid-twenties who was looking for spare income.
Check, check, check, and check.
I'll skip all the details and just say that I ended up taking the job. The man who was interviewing me and answering my own questions, Newton, had a very calming aura to him. Even through Skype I could feel that he knew what he was doing and I could trust his judgment.
It was on April 21
st
that I took the job, but for whatever reason they couldn't start the experiment right away. Eventually they did send over the pill bottle and my 120-day trial was to begin on April 27
th
.
That morning, I examined the unassuming bottle. Matte gray with jet-black letters, just the company name and contact information.
"Hey, Brett, what's that?"
I raised my head and saw Trina, looking curious.
"Just a new med for my ADD," I lied. We weren't supposed to tell anyone about the experiment.
"I see." She looked at her phone and scowled. "I gotta go." She was unfortunate enough to still be finishing up her senior year and her online class was starting soon.
"Have fun," I said as she walked off.
"Ha, doubtful," I heard her reply.
Chuckling, I broke the seal on the bottle and poured out a few tablets in my hand.
They were unlike any pills I'd ever seen before. Each was a small circle, black except for a white dot in the center. If pills could look masculine, these were it.
I remembered all the things Newton told me as I took my first pill. Closing the bottle, I stood up and started my day.
*****
For the sake of the power of suggestion not affecting my data I wasn't told what exactly the pills I was taking were supposed to do. I knew they were meant to improve my sex life, but nothing beyond that. I was just told to examine my body for any changes and tell Newton about my progress in an email every day.
Oh, and also send in a urine sample once a week to prove I wasn't just throwing the pills away and taking their money.
Trina and I were on our couch watching The Masked Singer on a night maybe two weeks in when something came up. We weren't cuddling or anything, she had a boyfriend, I don't swing that way, but we were sitting next to each other. After we were done huffing about one of our favorites being eliminated she gave me a weird look.
"Is that a new cologne?"
I raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
I saw her nostrils flare.
"You smell different."
I lifted my armpit and took a whiff. I definitely smelled something new.
"Sorry. I even bathed this week and everything!" I joked.
She laughed, shaking her head. "No, it's not bad. I like it. Very masculine. Very sexy."
"Thanks, I guess."
Curious, I emailed Newton about it and he got back to me within an hour. He confirmed that an enhancement of one's natural scent was an intended result.
Once again I smelled myself and found that I liked it. I had showered that morning and didn't even do anything that would make me sweat since then, but my scent still came through. But it wasn't bad. It smelled musky and mysterious. Trina was right, it was kind of sexy.
Over the next few weeks I started embracing it. I switched to an antiperspirant instead of a deodorant so my scent came through better. I opted for an un-scented shower gel and lotion. Soon enough I had a subtle Eau-de-Brett with me for most of the day. It was amazing that the black pills were what started it all. I was looking forward to when things reopened and I could hook up like before.
It's remarkable what a change in scent can do.
*****
In early June I started noticing something that definitely seemed to be the black pills' doing. When I was jerking off, I gradually realized that it took longer and longer for me to come. This became especially clear one night when I watched a 30-minute-porn video and still wasn't done by the end of it.
What was even weirder is that it felt good the whole time. My dick wasn't numb or anything, so why was it taking so long?
I started one of my favorite videos and beat off at a good pace. Normally this was enough to make me blow my load within a few minutes, but even now my orgasm was taking its time.
But after a while I felt my balls churning and knew I was about to climax. Faster and faster I pumped until I felt the tell-tale signs that I was coming.
My first shot was huge, arcing into the air and landing on my face. The sensations I was feeling were unbelievable. It didn't feel like I just came from my dick. It was like I was coming with my entire body.
My cock kept pumping out come, one of the biggest loads I had ever produced. Holy fuck, it was intense! I had to lay back and pant for a few minutes just to get my heart rate back down.
The next morning I got on a call with Newton and asked if there was something in the black pills that was supposed to help with load volume.
"Maybe. Why do you ask?" I heard his smirk over the phone.
I relented and told him what happened the previous night.
"This is great news. The supplement is working as it should. Try not to see it as a bad thing. More work just means more reward."
He was definitely right about that. Masturbation used to almost be a means to an end, something I did when I was horny or even really bored, but now it was like an event. I began challenging myself, seeing how long I could last. My stamina got better and better. Before long, I could go at it for over an hour, my dick leaking precome like it was a faucet, and when I finally came, it was exhilarating. For years I'd been a switch hitter, topping and bottoming depending on the guy I was with, but now my fantasies consisted of pounding away at a compliant bottom all night long. Eventually I had to put my new skills to the test in a real-world setting.
I called an ex I was still friendly with and offered a hookup, no fine print. He agreed and I blew his mind that night. He even joked that maybe he'd be willing to put up with me again if I fucked him like that. We laughed and he left soon after.
I lay in bed, exhausted but thoroughly satisfied. Ever since I aged out of my late teens and early twenties my sex drive had decreased somewhat. But those little pills were bringing me back in a whole new way.
I slept, dreaming about where the black pill would take me next.
*****
Despite the intense aerobic workout masturbating gave me several times a week, I was still relieved when the gyms finally reopened. I'd kind of been slacking off in the fitness department and was eager to get back on track.
At my gym, I used one of those machines that look like a game controller to measure my body fat and braced myself for impact. But to my surprise, my percentage had actually gone
down
.
When I got home that day I took a good look at myself in the mirror. My body did look a little firmer, a little tighter. Most noticeable was the difference in my face. My cheeks went in slightly, making my cheekbones and chin pop a little bit more, though it was sort of hard to tell with my beard.
