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The following stories claim to be the autobiography of Nicky, a boy model in the 1960s. The reader will have to decide whether they are fiction or autobiography. In some places, Nicky wrote about real people and real places, almost all of whom (by 2021) are either dead or in hiding. He narrates events and actions which were illegal then and are illegal now, and if you do not wish to read about sex between men and boys, you should stop now–especially if your place of residence has laws against reading such material. None of this material is intended to encourage anyone to break any laws anywhere. You have been warned.

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16. My Contributions to Science

2. My Contribution to Science

For four years I produced semen once a week during semester. Each time I was in “the chair” where Liva shaved me; sometimes she watched. Mort and Liva never bothered to restrain me. I cooperated completelly. Mort, the lab technician, was an older man with simply amazing hands who always treated us very politely. We all knew he was in charge, and just do whatever he said. Once a week I produced semen as boy 111 on the label, and Mortacknowledge that I was one of their most dependable and prolific producers.

Every few months, Mort times he was accompanied by a photographer, who photographed or filmed each of us in the chair. During my junior year the photography left that work and a young woman replaced him who was equally matter-of-fact. At first this seemed humiliating, but I got used to it.

The scientific experiments were a good excuse to visit Doc, who always loved to see his boys. Some my happiest times there was when he watched me produce, and he enjoyed my liberal attention to his cock (but never to cumming). Liva became an old acquaintance as well, asking about my family, usually when I was erect beforehand, or recovering from cumming.

Every year in May we were all invited to the big lab to recognize our contributions, and that we made the production target (which was never really identified). They brought all twenty (or so) to the lab in Lawrence Township, in a couple of vans. Once there, we all stripped in the outer locker room and attended the tour and presentation nude and barefoot, exposed to everyone”s gaze. All the scientists and other workers remained dressed. The difference clearly demonstrated our subordinate role in the research. The first time I felt exposed with all the others, but then my exhibitionist side kicked in, I enjoyed the attention. It reminded me of the times at Grosse Pointe High School, talking with student journalists or local news reporters after a swim meet, buck nude in front of these clothed men and women, boys and girls.

At that time there was a lot of pharmaceutical interest in psychedelic drugs and heart medications, escort ankara since there were big, developing markets for psychological and cardiac medications. At semester breaks, half the Group (eight or ten boys) were told to expect to spend two to four days in the laboratory. This meant in an associated residential lab rather than the working labs themselves.

We were an experiment or control group for various drugs not yet even licensed or recognized for trials. All of this was completely unofficial and probably illegal, but (we were told) really important for the research. I participated in these sessions twice a year. I liked them. We were usually given some medication, either as a tablet, injection, or sometimes a skin patch. The researchers were trying various ideas that they thought might work, and by measuring the effects could learn more about what did or did not. The medication was either a tablet, an injection, or sometimes a skin patch. The researchers were trying various ideas that they thought might work, and by measuring the effects could learn more about what did or did not.

The procedure was not complicated. After we checked in, we had our vitals taken to make sure we were completely healthy, and then we stripped. The residential lab had a food service, common rooms, showers, sleeping areas, and an indoor gym with a gated outdoor area that we could use in warm weather. (I was there during summer months several times.) The building was kept really warm, so that we could be comfortable nude; we could wear bathrobes if chilled.

The residence was built with one-way reflective windows or mirrors in every room, and we knew we were under constant observation in case something went wrong. At regular intervals each day, lab technicians entered our part of the residence to take vital signs or blood samples. W boys figured that nothing private, although I doubt that we were really continously surveilled 24/7. Once a day we were informed that technicians would enter the residence “to collect,” which meant that each boy would produce semen openly, on demand.

Since everyone knew the Group included a lot of sex, we had lots of of sex of every kind in the open. Other boys could join in if they liked. We assumed that we were watched, even filmed. We were not free to go: we had agreed to be enclosed for some period of dayss, so we had to do what they asked. Otherwise we could do as we wished. Most boys used the time to study, but we could not study constantly. Life there was sleeping, studying, and sex.

What were the medications? We were never fully informed. I know we had a light variety of LSD once. I found it very relaxing. They tried various anal agents to see what sensitized or de-sensitized us (inserted manually or as a suppository). I remember one made my prostate spot incredibly sensitive and spent the next day playing with a dildo or getting fucked by every boy there, by most more than once. I know that we were also experimental subjects for early anti-depressants, and combinations of things meant to stimulate sex. There were a few “down” experiences but most were pleasant, slightly crazy-delusional (but not too far), or simply neutral.

I am sure they tried combinations of ginseng or yohimbine, because they were very interested in the erectile effects, and would esenyurt escort often record us, seated or reclining, taped up to monitors. Technicians measured the firmness and duration of our erections manually (they felt us). We were discouraged from ejaculating although that happened with every boy at least once. I became something of a favorite because my erection was strong and lasting, they could harvest a lot of cum from me, and I could repeat ejaculations. Several other boys could do more than I. Being boys, we turned it into a good-natured contest. I know they tracked characteristics of our cum very carefully.

I remember that one trial was special. In the early 1970s, the standards for trying something out on legally cleared subjects were far lower than now: drug companies could hypothesize that something might work and try it out, so that they could later go back and figure out exactly why and how it worked (and get FDA approval).

In the 1970s the pharmaceutical laboratories were already experimenting with heart medications for the huge cardio-pulmonary market. The scientists at this lab were looking for a heart medication; they got something else entirely. They had stumbled upon what would later be called PDE5, the active ingredient of sildenfil (Viagra). They were just starting to learn how and why it worked, much less how to synthesize it. (It occurs naturally in far lower quantities, but reliable production and concentration was 20 years of work.)

The researchers gave the boys what they described as a trial heart medication or project. They were silent about what else it might do, if they really understood its other effects. The overwhelming effect was immediate and apparent. It made every boy very hard for hours, in addition to kicking heart rate up mildly. The scientists tried PDE5 on us several times as they were honing in on what to look for and how it worked. Did it ever work! (I do not remember what dosages they tried on us.)

I remember those experiments as pretty much constant sex. Since I was usually one of two or three definite bottom boys, and I knew I had to keep myself cleaned up and ready for the next fuck. Boys would stay hard after fucking me and cumming inside me, and I stayed hard for hours as well. It was certainly a break from the pressures of Princeton studies! After these experiences I returned to campus tired, but ready to think about something else for quite a while.

The boys always had to drink a lot of water, because we had blood and urine tests. I remember a couple of times I was hooked up to monitors and graphing machines, with my legs open and my larger regular dildo in me. My unnaturally hard erection swayed and pulsed in the open. Sometimes a researcher would fondle it “by accident.”

Several boys talked about being taken out of the dormitory to obscure store rooms where they would service young female technicians either orally or vaginally. That never happened to me. Several times someone from the lab recognized me as “Nicky” from the RMX photographs. All the lab technicians were fascinated because I could take fucking so often and so well, even by large cocks.

Nude, watched, and measured –the whole experience was slightly science-fiction and of course never a word was spoken to anyone eskişehir escort outside the lab. I remember getting headaches and in one case a light rash all over my upper body, but do not really remember anything very negative. It was strange, but it was easy not to ask questions and just do as we were told.

One older male researcher in particular took some kind of liking to me, and he would take me out of our enclosure to his lab in the next building. This was not supposed to happen, and I was nude, of course, so I”m not sure how he planned to explain it were we discovered. He clearly had master-like desires or tendencies: he tied me up to a lab chair: legs, arms, wrists, ankles, torso, even my head. I was totally in his power, and found that incredibly stimulating sexually. He gave me poppers (my first time with those). He inserted the first inflatable dildo I had ever seen, and pumped me up fully but not too much–I could feel it way up inside me. I was feeling a little woozy from the poppers and the enormous thing controlling my prostate and anus.

This researcher made me drink a lots and lots of water so that I felt like I always had to pee, all the more because he was constantly feeling all around my body. He let me pee into a funnel and a collecting jar when I couldn”t hold it any longer. Then he began to edge me, using his bare hand with plenty of lube –he stroked me very skillfully and could read exactly when to back off, when to tweak my nipples, when to fondle my balls. This seemed to go on for hours, and when he finally gave me permission to cum, I never learned how much cum he harvested. He photographed and filmed me during all this time.

Far from muzzling me, this researcher wanted me to talk about how I felt, what my fantasies were, why I liked to get fucked, what kinds of men and boys I liked, how I liked my own cock and was it big enough. (I have never had the size thing: at 6″ its fine.). After a long time he untied me and though I could hardly walk straight, took me back to the residence. There he told me to lay back on one of the sofas in the main room while two of the bigger boys fucked me, one after the other. He watched and filmed through through the glass. It was both objectivizing and deeply personal, all at once. I felt more like an exhibit than ever.

We boys were also occasional subjects of hypnosis, in combination with psychotropic drugs of some sort. They had really powerful hypnotists come in, who always remained clothed, and would hypnotize one, two, or three boys, separated from the others in dark, quiet rooms. I can”t remember anything about these sessions, but several times I re-awakened to find myself covered in sweat (the rooms were always warm), or with my own or another boys cum on me (even in my mouth). I once saw a videotape of me on a recliner, rigidly erect and cumming on the hypnotist”s command without touching myself, or his touch. I know the hypnotist somehow knew about my past, my mother, Ted, and my previous career. I know I am highly suggestible, and have avoided any kind of hypnosis since (although one therapist wanted to try it out).

Each Spring break, those boys in the Group whom the lab did not summon usually traveled down to West Palm Beach, Florida, where there was a club that doubled as a seasonal gathering of Cloister Inn. It had two pools, the smaller and more secluded of which was definitely gay, with optional nudity and many old Tigers. We were on display there, and as often as not had sex with someone who had been approved for us (Doc was always there, and always had to approve). The sex happened in private rooms, well away from any witnesses, of course.