3 comments/ 11472 views/ 5 favorites WVC Ch. 24: The Test By: gupiao I did check my computer to falling asleep that night (WVC Ch.23: The Group Massage). But there was nothing. Being accustomed to finding e-mails on a regular basis, I was looking forward to my next adventure, and I was more than a little disappointed to see that my inbox was empty. Nothing arrived the next morning either. I went to my morning classes feeling a bit depressed, although I perked up when I checked my schedule. There was a dance rehearsal on at 4:30 PM. I arrived early, only to find the girls hard at work. After the intimate way Stephanie fondled me last night, I thought I might rate a little more than the curt nod she gave me. Before I could start to change into my rehearsal clothes, Amanda made her way over to me, a slight frown clouding her pretty face. "I'm really sorry, Bill. But I'm going to need the entire rehearsal time to work with the girls." Glancing past her, I saw that neither one looked particularly thrilled with the prospects for the rest of the afternoon. It suddenly occurred to me that there was some unresolved tension in the room. "That's fine. I understand. Next week then?" Nodding absent-mindedly, she gave me a tight smile and turned back to the pair. I didn't even get a wave good-bye from either one of them. With the rest of my day suddenly free, I headed back to my dorm for some studying. Later that night, I heard a soft knock on my door. No one ever knocked on my door. Barefoot, I wore my cut-offs and a tight t-shirt as I crossed my dorm room to peer through the ancient peephole. The quality of glass was so bad, I couldn't recognize the two girls standing in the hallway. "Who is it?" "Bill, it's me, Jennifer. From down the hall." I hesitated. The cute blonde had been so eager to find time to suck my cock, but Erika's warning from last night still rang in my ears. "I'm with a friend, and we just want to ask you a question." That sounded harmless enough. I unlocked the door, cracking it open and peeking at the pair outside. Jennifer's friend was the attractive black girl who loved across the hall from me, tall and shapely with a full head of dreadlocks. Although we'd exchanged pleasant nods, we'd never spoken to each other. I didn't even know her name. "Hi, Jennifer. What's up?" Pushing her glasses back in place, the petite blonde looked a little uneasy, glancing down the hall before she replied. "We just wanted to ask you a question. Can we come in?" Clad in a pair of tiny pink shorts and a brief tank top that revealed the stiff points of her long nipples, she looked delectable. Her companion was even more attractive, wearing loose shorts and a tight T-shirt, one that emphasized her full breasts. I swallowed. The pouch of my cut-offs suddenly felt tight and very constricted. "Okay. Just for a minute. I'm in the middle of studying." Swinging the door wide, I let them in and they glanced around the small room as they entered. I wasn't much for decorating, and there was more than one pile of dirty clothes. My room was at the end of the hallway. In the past, it had been reserved for a resident advisor and while it was slightly larger than other rooms on the floor, but the big perk was that it had a small private bathroom. Sauntering past me, the black girl checked out my room as Jennifer stepped inside while I closed the door. Sticking her head into the small bath, her friend whistled. "Very nice." Clearly nervous, Jennifer shuffled her sandaled feet as her friend completed her inspection as I stood near her with my back to the door, waiting. With a tight smile, the little blonde finally spoke. "Bill, have you ever met Chandra?" "No. We've seen each other in the hallway, but I didn't know her name." "Well, you do now." With her long dreadlocks swaying, she crossed the room to step up close to me and gave me a forceful handshake, her piercing black eyes met my gaze. She was pretty tall. "I'm pleased to meet you, Chandra." With just a hint of a smile, she nodded. "Likewise." She held my hand for a moment before she let go. But she didn't step back. Instead, she stood still, closer to me than most people would stand. After a moment, I grew uncomfortable, and since I was backed up against the door, I had no place to retreat. Her black eyes sparkling, Chandra held my gaze as the slim blonde started to fidget. I cleared my throat. "What did you want to ask?" When Jennifer hesitated, her tall friend jumped in. "Jen says you have a really big dick." I stared at her, but the lump in my pants started to swell. Dropping her eyes below my waist, she asked. "Can I see it?" I could feel a flush rise up my cheeks as she continued. "I understand that you're in some kind of secret training program and can't cum. I just want to see it." My voice squeaked as I responded. "And that's all?" Without lifting her steady gaze from below my waist, she nodded. Still, I wavered. Jennifer tried to reassure me. "We won't tell anybody. We don't want to get you in trouble." She paused, glancing down at the bulging front of my pants. "Chandra thinks I'm exaggerating." I sighed. "Okay." Yanking off my t-shirt, I tossed it onto the bed as I fingered the button at my waist. Flipping it open, I ran the zipper down the front of my cut-offs. I hadn't bothered with any underwear, so when I bent over to slide the shorts off my thighs, my stiffening cock swung free. As I straightened up, both sets of eyes zeroed in on the heavy pole swinging out in front of me. Although still tilted down toward the floor, it was pointing directly at the curvy black girl and twitching higher. Her black eyes grew big as she watched it thicken and fill. "Wow! You weren't kidding, Jen." "See! I told you!" The little blonde giggled as she stared down at my swelling cock, shifting nervously from foot to foot as it jerked higher. Once it reached a horizontal plateau, now fully erect, she looked at her friend and asked. "Now what?" In the silence that followed, I could feel the blush on my face start to spread down my neck. Chandra didn't move. "Can I touch it?" Debating what to say, I shuffled my feet farther apart which sent my jutting hard-on bobbing energetically up and down. Jennifer giggled again and inched closer. "I think his big cock just answered for him." The shapely black girl didn't need be persuaded. Without waiting for my reply, she reached down and slid her cool fingertips over the top of my quivering cockhead. I shivered as she explored the taut skin, caressing the shiny surface as she ran her soft fingers all around the bulb. "I'm not sure this is a good idea." They both ignored me. Still fingering my swollen knob, Chandra extended her other hand, slipping it between my thighs to cradle my balls, rolling them carefully in her palm. Without glancing up, she murmured. "These haven't been emptied in a while, have they?" "No Ma'am." I was surprised how easily I slid into that, calling her "Ma'am". As the slim blonde drew closer, she wet her lips and eased her delicate fingers along the top of my shaft, tracing the thick veins that lined it, pulsing with blood. When my cell phone rang, we all jumped. Abruptly, Jennifer yanked her hand away, but the focused black girl kept fondling me. "Hand him the phone, Jen." Obediently, the petite blonde retrieved it from my night stand and passed it to me. Chandra never missed a beat, releasing my balls so she could circle the base of the throbbing stalk with one fist as she kept toying with my engorged bulb with her other hand. "Hello?" "Bill, its Erika. Are you alone?" Jennifer had locked onto my gaze, her brown eyes wide behind her glasses while the taller girl was teasing the slit at the tip of my bloated knob, trying to coax it to spread open. "Uh. Not exactly." I swallowed as the voice on the other end of the phone paused. "It's that Jennifer girl, isn't it?" I didn't answer, still gaping back at the blonde. Sinking to her knees before me, Chandra tightened her grip around my shaft and started to pump me, slow steady strokes that squeezed the maximum amount of blood into the distended head. "Does she have your penis out? Is she playing with it?" My voice was hoarse as I responded to my trainer. "Umm, yes. But not her." I could hear the venom in her voice as the tension went up a notch. "There's someone else with you as well?" "Yes Ma'am." The silence on the other end was deafening. "Let me speak to Jennifer." The little blonde's eyes grew wider as I handed her the phone. "She wants to talk to you." Without a word, she accepted the phone, listening to Erika before she answered. "Uh huh." She held my gaze at first, but as the one-sided conversation continued, her pretty face grew pale and she dropped her eyes down toward my exposed crotch. Chandra ignored us all, wrapping both hands around the base of my flagpole and gradually increasing the pace of her doubled fisted pumping. "Uh huh." Jennifer's voice became softer as the black girl kept jacking my hard-on. "A friend of mine." Feeling a sudden rush toward a cIimax, I started thrusting back against her grip, trying to get off before Erika shut the whole scene down. Sensing I was getting close, Chandra leaned forward and opened her mouth, welcoming my inflated bulb with the tip of her pink tongue. I sighed as I watched her slather saliva all over the rounded end, covering me with her spit. "I can't tell, but I'll ask her." Jennifer held the phone out to the kneeling girl just she swallowed the entire head, sliding her moist lips partway down my shaft. Hesitantly, the blonde pulled the phone back and spoke again. "Umm, she can't talk right now." Watching the long dreadlocks sway back and forth as Chandra bobbed up and down, the shorter girl continued. "Yeah, she's sucking his dick." I began to pant, shoving my stiff pole in and out the willing girl's mouth. Coordinating her double fisted pumping with my hip thrusts, she started to drool, the clear liquid dribbling from both corners of her mouth. Covering the phone with her hand, Jennifer asked. "Is he starting to leak yet? His girlfriend wants to know." With my rigid cock was still stuffed in her mouth, Chandra's words were muffled, coming out as an indistinct mumble, but her answer was clear. The blonde relayed the response to Erika over my phone. "Not yet." Gasping for air, the black girl pulled her head back while keeping her hands pounding steadily on my hard-on. As she tried to catch her breath, she finally looked up at me. "Jen says that your cock juice is incredibly sweet. I want to taste you." "If you keep that up, you won't have to wait long." Grinning at my retort, Chandra dropped her eager eyes back down to my purplish cockhead, examining it for any sign of leakage. With my phone still glued to her ear, the little blonde relayed my trainer's instructions. "She says once his dick starts to drool, we have to leave." "You're kidding?" Incredulous at Erika's demand, the kneeling girl didn't stop posting up and down. With a smirk on her pretty face, Jennifer handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you. She's not happy." Great. "Erika?" "Bill, didn't I tell you not to open your door to that girl?" "Yes Ma'am." "Are you trying to screw this up?" "No Ma'am. They just wanted to, uh --- see it." "That's what they always say. All right, listen to me. Once your penis starts to ooze, insist that they leave. Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am." "If necessary, go lock yourself in the bathroom. Now let me talk with Jennifer's friend." "She wants to talk to you." Chandra looked up startled as I held out the phone to her. "Me? Why does she want to talk to me?" I shrugged, and she took one hand off my throbbing pole to accept the phone. While her pace did slow down, she didn't stop as she spoke. "Yes?" Jennifer knelt down beside her friend, peering at the rounded tip of my bulb to see if any fluid had emerged yet. The black girl kept jacking me. "Uh huh. I see." In the silence that followed, all I could hear was my heavy breathing as Erika did all of the talking, at least until the bespectacled blonde exclaimed. "There! There it is!" Immediately, Chandra stopped pumping and pointed my erect cock up toward the ceiling, keeping the liquid that had surfaced perched on the lip of my cockhole. Into the phone, she announced. "His dick just started to flow." As she listened to my trainer, the black girl glanced up at me and smiled. A single drop of fluid oozed over her hand, glistening in the light as it slid down the back of her fist. "You promise?" Apparently, Erika had made some sort of deal with her. Chandra's smile grew broader as she handed the phone back to me. "Your girlfriend wants to talk with you again." "Hello?" "Bill, I'm going to stay on the phone with you until they leave." Leaning closer, Chandra wrapped her other hand around the base of my pulsing shaft and opened her mouth. As I watched, her pink tongue snaked out until the tip flicked at the liquid shimmering in the cleft of my gaping slit. Tickling my taut skin, she gathered up as much clear juice as she could find, holding it in her mouth as Erika whispered in my ear. "I told Jennifer's friend that she could taste you, and drink some of your lubricating juice, but that was all." "Oh." Arching her neck to let the fluid slide down her throat, Chandra made a big production of swallowing, grinning up at me when she finished. With one fist tight just below my bloated cockhead, she pumped my throbbing stalk with the other, drawing another discharge up and out of me. Erika wanted to know. "What's she doing now?" As the gleaming drops emerged from my open cockslit, the black girl ducked her head and engulfed my entire knob, her full lips sliding partway down my shaft with her cheeks billowing in and out. The slurping sounds must have been audible over the phone. "Umm. She's going down on me, sucking my uh, my penis." I could feel the blood rising in my cheeks as the blonde began stroking the back of my thigh with her right hand, pausing to cup my ass cheek and squeeze. As Chandra started to bob up and down, her dreadlocks swaying rhythmically, she used both fists to milk me, coaxing more fluid up and out of my throbbing cock. "Are you giving her any juice yet?" "Um, yes Ma'am." "A lot?" "I think so." My breath was growing short and shallow, and I responded to the steady sucking by thrusting my hips forward, driving my leaking hard-on farther into the eager girl's mouth. "I can hear you're getting close. Give that Jennifer girl a taste and then insist they leave." Panting, I pulled the phone away from my face, but kept it close enough so that Erika could hear me. "She said I should give Jennifer a taste, and then you both should leave." I was expecting some resistance, so I was quite surprised when the black girl readily pulled her lips off my dripping bulb and pointed it toward her delighted friend. As the blonde enthusiastically gobbled down my shiny knob, Chandra kept pumping. Watching Jennifer slurp, she spoke to me. "Jen was right. Your dick does taste sweet, almost like some kind of fruit juice." After milking another mouthful of clear fluid out of my rigid pole, she grinned up at me. "Your girlfriend must be saving you up for something special." I swallowed, watching as Jennifer kept sucking, her pink lips fastened tightly around the rounded end of my cockhead. As she continued to squeeze my butt with one hand, she reached out and curled her other around the throbbing shaft, just below the ridge that crowned my bulb. "I really don't know what she has in mind." The black girl's look turned incredulous. With the voracious lips wrapped around my drooling knob, I could feel the juice in my balls start to well up. "You're kidding? You're turning down a blow job and you don't even know what the payoff is?" I blushed, feeling like a naïve freshman as I shook my head and answered, keeping the cell phone pressed against my ear. "No. She just said that it would be worth it." Erika's voice whispered to me over the phone. "Have you regretted being associated with the Club so far, Bill?" "Um, no Ma'am." "The reward will be more than you can ever imagine." Pumping my hips back and forth, driving my oozing cock farther into Jennifer's willing mouth with each thrust, I was panting into the phone as Erika continued. "Tell them that your reward is none of their business. And that you need to stop. Now" Holding my hand over the mouthpiece, I repeated only some of my trainer's words. "She said that it's time to stop." They ignored me. Chandra redoubled her efforts, jacking me openly while the blonde's head bobbed up and down, her glasses sliding down her cute nose as saliva drooled from both sides of her mouth. After another moment of listening to my heavy breathing, Erika knew. "They're not stopping, are they?" "Um, no Ma'am." "Let me speak to Jennifer's friend again." Still matching their steady rhythm with my hips thrusts, I handed the phone to the black girl. Grimacing, she kept one hand tight around my bloated stalk as she took it from me. The cloud on her face darkened before she murmured her assent. Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand from my cock entirely and spoke to the slobbering girl beside her. "She says it's time to stop, Jen." Gasping for air, the blonde pulled her head off my slick cockhead, but kept a firm grip around the stalk. "Why?" As she handed the phone back to me, Chandra leaned close enough to her friend that I couldn't hear her whispered explanation. Whatever she said had a favorable reception because a smile spread across the little blonde's face. Releasing her grip on my hard-on, Jennifer used a single finger to push her glasses back in place and sat back on her haunches. As my roaring erection bobbed eagerly, just in front of her nose, her smile grew broader. "Okay. That will be worth it." Holding the phone close enough so that Erika could hear me, I asked the two coeds. "What? What did Erika promise you?" The black girl's eyes sparkled as she shook her dreadlocks and rose to her feet. "On no. Your girlfriend said that we weren't tell you. She wants to keep it a surprise." Gracefully, Jennifer joined her, gazing down at my dripping cock as she licked her lips. "Yeah, it sounds like aa lot of fun." Reaching out, she delicately placed her forefinger on the rounded top of my purplish bulb, shiny with her wetness. Pressing it down toward the floor, she held it there as she continued. "And you should really enjoy it." Yanking her finger away, she giggled as she watched my stiff pole bounce up and down. Chandra took her arm and led her toward the door, gesturing toward my jutting cock. "Come on, Jen. Let's leave him alone with that hard dick of his." And then they left, closing the door behind them. "Bill, are they gone?" "Yes, they are. What did you promise them, Erika?" I could hear the smile in her voice as she replied. "I can't tell you now, but they're right. You will enjoy it. Now get some sleep. You're going to need it tomorrow." "Tomorrow?" She paused. "Have you checked your e-mail yet?" "Uh, no." "Sweet dreams." After she hung up, I fired up my computer and sure enough, another e-mail was waiting. It seemed everybody knew my business before I did. This time, the e-mail originated from the Anthropology Department. "For membership in the White Vampyres Club, you are required to undergo in a psychological test. Tomorrow, Thursday April 16 at 3 PM, you will report to Room 315 in the Psych Lab. Dress casually and make certain that you give yourself a thorough enema. However, do not taking the diamond shaped blue pills and your supplements either today or tomorrow. And you are not allowed to ejaculate during the test." WVC Ch. 24: The Test The last was not a surprise, but not taking the pills and the supplements was. I wondered about the purpose of the test. Didn't they already know enough about me? Since the two girls had left me with a huge erection, I slept very badly. The following morning, I decided to wear the jack strap under a pair of baggy shorts. It helped hide my persistent hard-on the previous day, and it did had the same effect today as well. My cock stayed relatively calm until my 3 PM appointment. The lab seemed deserted as I found my way upstairs to Room 315. As I entered, a tall brunette in a white lab coat was standing with her back to me in front of the reception desk, studying a clipboard. She was slim with long tanned legs, nicely shaped. I cleared my throat and she turned around. As she smiled at me, I thought she looked familiar. "Oh hi, Bill. I didn't hear you come in. It's good to see you again." My puzzled look brought a broader smile to her face. She had close cropped curly hair and deep set green eyes. "I'm Diane." "Um, hi." Her smile turned into a smirk. "We met at the Club. During your final Supplicant Ceremony." Of course, she was the lesbian with the gorgeous red headed friend. Her green eyes twinkled when the recognition finally registered on my face. "I'll be administering the test today. And our testing room is down the hall. " Pointing to the open door behind me, she glanced down at my crotch. As I stood aside to let her lead the way, I was glad that decided to wear the jock strap. Retrieving a folder from the desk, she continued. "We've had to make some alterations in our normal procedures." "Alterations?" "Yes. We've never had a male subject for this particular test, so we've had to make adjustments. Follow me please." As she slid past me, the back for her hand brushed the bulge in the front of my pants. I thought was accidental since she seemed to prefer girls, but when she glanced over her shoulder to make certain that I was following, I wasn't so sure. Docilely, I trailed after her, admiring her swaying hips as we walked down the empty hallway, passing several doors before she halted and checked her clipboard. "Yes, I believe we've been scheduled here." Swinging the door open, she stopped in her tracks. The small tiled room was already occupied and as she stood in the doorway, I peered over her shoulder. Sitting at an oversized computer monitor was a striking black girl with broad shoulders and a startled look in her eyes. It was Lydia, the swimmer from the Club. And in center of the space, thoroughly strapped into an X shaped frame was the blonde dancer, Monica. Totally nude, she was spread eagled with black leather straps fastened around her ankles, thighs, wrists and arms. A much larger belt circled her slim waist. In addition, she had numerous electrodes attached to her head and across her gorgeous body. Her wide blue eyes registered complete shock. "Diane! What are doing here?" In response to Lydia's exclamation, the tall brunette quickly flipped the pages on her clipboard. Lead weights were clipped onto the distended nipples of the restrained girl, swinging heavily back and forth as they tugged on her full globes. Between her parted thighs, some type of apparatus was wedged into her wide open crotch with wires dangling below. I took a deep breath, feeling blood starting to flow below my waist. "I thought we were scheduled for this room at 3?" "There must have been a mix up. We have it until 3:30." Scanning the electrodes attached to Monica's exquisite figure, I realized that all the wires were linked to a bank of measuring devices on the table and ran into Lydia's computer. When I glanced back to the immobilized blonde, she blushed furiously and avoided my gaze. "Okay. I guess we can use the other testing room. Come on, Bill." Obediently, I followed Diane back out into the hallway, discreetly trying to adjust the swelling bulge in the pouch of my pants. "I'm sorry. You weren't supposed to see that." Wearing a sheepish look, the curly haired brunette led me into the next room. With the oversized frame dominating the cramped space, it looked identical, except that it was empty. Setting her clipboard on the small table next to the computer, she turned it on and began checking the electrical connections. "We're evaluating the effect of visual stimulus on the human body, specifically what subject matter causes sexual stimulation. And then, we measure the intensity of that arousal by attaching electrodes to various parts of your body. Um, like you saw with Monica." As she began to organize the numerous wires leading out of the controls, she motioned toward an interior door. "There's a private bathroom. Please remove all your clothes and make certain that your bladder is empty." "Yes Ma'am." After closing the door, I wondered where this was going. She liked women and I was just a test subject. At least, I kept telling myself that as I stripped off my clothes, folding them carefully and piling them on the single chair. After making sure that my bladder was empty, I flushed and wiped the tip of my cock with a tissue. Looking in the mirror, I watched it hang thick and heavy, swaying back and forth between my thighs. After the brief surge that occurred while I was admiring the nude Monica, it had deflated, at least so that it pointed down toward the floor. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and was startled to find Diane's lovely redheaded girlfriend standing there, also in a white lab coat, waiting for me. Immediately, her pale blue eyes dropped below my waist, drawn to the thick pole dangling between my legs. "You remember Jordan, don't you?" Feeling the heat rising in my face, I nodded, which set my lengthened cock in motion. "She'll be assisting me today. Now, if you'll step in front of the frame and turn toward me, we'll get you strapped in." Following her directions, I moved to face the door with my back to the frame, shuffling my feet wide apart so they matched up with the lower portion of the X. Silently, the petite redhead knelt and buckled the black leather straps around both of my ankles. She really was gorgeous, the porcelain skin just as clear and pale as I remembered, and the lab coat was just tight enough to remind me how chesty she was. All business, she secured the thick straps around the middle of my thighs as her friend began uncoiling the cables and draping them across the tiled floor. Belying her nervousness, Jordan's hands trembled as she buckled the straps around my legs, the backs of her hands coming perilously close to my hanging cock as she reached between my spread thighs. "To get the electrical impulses to measure the level of your sexual arousal, I'm going to attach electrodes to various parts of your body." Holding a handful of corded wires, the tall brunette began peeling the covering from the pads and carefully fastened the sticky electrodes to me. Starting at my temples, she worked over my head, down the back of my neck and across my shoulders as she continued explaining. "Once we have you all hooked up, we show you a carefully constructed series of images and video clips on the computer while we monitor you. Raise your arms." Following her directions, I lifted first one arm and then other so that she could tighten the soft leather cuffs around my wrists. After she was done and I was spread eagled on the padded frame, she crossed to the desk to retrieve another handful of electronic contacts as the slim redhead secured the leather straps around my lower biceps. Slipping behind me, Jordan wrapped the wide belt around my waist as her friend began attaching the sticky pads to my upper chest and to the inside of my elbows. The black leather belt must have been at least six inches wide, and Jordan had to reach around my waist to buckle it. I felt the unmistakable soft pressure of her full breasts against my back as she cinched it tight. Dangling between my open thighs, my cock twitched. Finished fastening her batch of electrodes, Diane rose to gather up the last handful from the desk and passed them to her partner. Methodically, the petite coed attached the square patches to backs of both of my knees, and then began to work her way up my back as the brunette sauntered back to the computer and grabbed something else off the desktop. "Now that we have those sticky electrodes attached, the next step is to apply this water-based gel to your skin for the remaining ones. It allows the contact points to maintain the maximum ability to conduct a low-level electrical current." Stopping directly in front of me, Diane squeezed some of the clear gel into her palm as the redhead finished with the last of the electrodes behind me and came around to watch. "Since we're monitoring the intensity of your sexual arousal, the remaining electrodes will be attached to what are considered be your erogenous zones." With that, Diane reached out and began to finger my nipples, tweaking them as she applied the cool gel. Once they were liberally coated, she didn't stop. She kept going, flipping them back and forth, pinching and pulling them out away from my chest. Under her expert manipulation, they rapidly grew stiff and fully erect. With a brief glance up at my face, she ducked her head and took first one, and then the other between her lips, licking and sucking them until I was squirming in my restraints. Finally, she stopped. After reapplying the gel, she fastened clips with long hanging wires to my rigid buttons and I gasped, writhing against the leather straps. She chuckled. "You'll get used to them. You may actually come to enjoy them. Jordan certainly does." As a flush swept over her pretty face, Jordan lowered her eyes. I thought she was being bashful until I realized that she was staring between my legs. With all the attention on my nipples, I hadn't noticed that my cock was just about as stiff, jutting eagerly out away from my crotch. Diane followed her gaze down between my open thighs. Her grin grew wider. "Perfect." After squeezing another generous dose of the gel into her palm, she knelt at my feet, gazing at the stiff pole sticking straight out from between my thighs. Leaning forward, Diane slathered the cooling gel all over my swollen cock, caressing my balls and squeezing up and down the thickened shaft. Ignoring my engorged cockhead, she reached into the pocket of her lab coat and retrieved a shiny metal band. About a half inch wide, it opened and closed with a hinge. Carefully, the kneeling girl slid it around my cock and balls, separating them from my lower abdomen. Snapping it shut, she tightened the adjustable mechanism and my firm cock responded, jerking and twitching higher as the unyielding metal trapped the blood. "Excellent! That will make the last group of contacts easy to position. But first ---" Rising to her feet, she moved out of sight behind me. As the pretty redhead stood silently, watching my hard-on quiver, I felt Diane's soft hand caress my buttocks. Sliding down between my spread buttocks, she applied a generous amount of what I supposed was the gel to my puckered hole. "Take a deep breath, and just relax." I followed her instructions, trying to still the pounding in my chest. "That's good, Bill. Now take another." As I did so, she caught me off-guard and shoved some kind of plug up my ass, which was shockingly cold inside my rectum. If my hips had been free, I would have tried to evade that invading object, but all I did was trigger a wildly bouncing cock in the middle of the X. Captivated by the violent gyrations of my raging erection, Jordan leaned closer. "Excellent! Now for the last ones." Holding a smaller but similarly hinged metal band, Diane returned to my front and positioned that ring around the base of my shaft, snugging it against my bulging balls. Once she had tightened that, both girls began to connect the cables snaking across the floor to all the wires dangling from my body, including the ones hanging down from my cock and balls. I was starting to grow uneasy. As Diane left to retrieve something else from the desk, her pretty partner finished attaching the floor cables. Slipping whatever it was into the pocket of her lab coat, the brunette returned and knelt on the floor at my feet. Staring at my cock as it throbbed in her face, she squeezed another dose of the gel into her palm as she spoke again, her low voice almost a whisper. "For the final contact point, you must remain absolutely still." I held my breath as she curled her hand around my protruding hard-on, just below the raised ridge that circled my reddened bulb. Slowly, she ran her slippery fist down and then back up the full length of my pulsing stalk, halting once she was back up at the top. "Jordan, can you hold him for me?" When the petite redhead saw that Diane was offering my thickened pole as the handle to hold, her bright blue eyes lit up. Eagerly dropping to her knees, she reached out with trembling hands and slowly wrapped them both around the base of my swollen cock, one small fist on top of the other. Tentatively at first, she squeezed to keep me still. Gradually, her confidence grew and her grip tightened until her knuckles grew white. With her eyes wide, she watched as the brunette coated the end of my rounded knob, daubing as much of the cool gel as she could onto the shiny surface. Grabbing me once more just below the shiny, Diane too squeezed my shaft. As the slit yawned open, she slid the tip of one fingernail inside and rimmed the lip, coaxing it spread even wider. Holding the crevice open, she scooped up some excess gel off my cockhead and pressed it down the hole. I gasped as she forced even more of the clear lotion inside. Without looking up at me, she tamped it down and explained. "The final contact must be inserted into your penis." Satisfied that she'd packed my gaping cockslit with as much gel as she could, she reached into her pocket and produced the probe, the shiny metal gleaming in the light. "It's a urethral probe, a very thin metal rod that I'll slip inside.' Feeling just a bit queasy, I glanced away, focusing instead on the redhead's pretty face. She was spellbound, her lips slightly parted as she stared as her friend hovering over the end of my raging hard-on. Diane must have introduced some numbing agent into the last batch of gel as I could barely feel the blunt point of the slender rod slide into the tip of my cockhole. Gently, she worked it deeper, carefully swirling it in an ever widening circle as she pushed it into me, pausing periodically to wipe more gel into the gaping slit. By now, Jordan's grip had loosened and she had started to rub, short gentle strokes up and down the lower half of my stalk that felt more like caresses. Her friend continued to slide the probe down the interior, cautiously rotating and twisting the thin rod until she was satisfied. It felt like it was all the way down, bumping up against the metal band around the base of my shaft. Wiping her hands, the tall brunette stood up and smiled at me. "I think we're about ready to begin." Reaching down to the floor to retrieve the last wire, Diane clipped it to the metal end jutting out of the tip of my cock, nodding with satisfaction when she was finished. Walking back to the computer, she clarified what I could expect. "Once I turn on the electrical monitors, you may feel a slight tingling, and it may become a bit warm in the areas where the contact points are attached. That's perfectly normal, but if it becomes too hot or uncomfortable, let us know immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded, shifting my eyes from Diane to the exquisite girl kneeling at my feet. Slowly, Jordan began to expand the range of her strokes. The slippery gel made it easy for her to slide her fists from the metal band pressed against my bloated balls all the way up to the fully engorged bulb, now deep purple and glistening in the light. Focused on the way the redhead was pumping my cock, I barely heard Diane's next words. "You'll view a series of images on the overhead screen while I track the intensity of your sexual arousal on the monitor." I hadn't noticed the screen suspended from the ceiling before. I was probably distracted by the other activities in the small room. "In addition, Jordan will maintain physical contact with your penis during the test, giving a subjective measurement of your excitement, which will either confirm or deny the calculations of your electric impulses. First, I need to get a base reading. Jordan, release him for a moment please." The redhead acted as if she hadn't heard, using both hands to squeeze and pump me, eagerly examining the rounded knob with the metal rod sticking out, watching every twitch it made. "Jordan, let go of his penis." Looking sheepish with the repeated request, the younger girl immediately released me, studying the way my stiff pole quivered once she freed it. Diane flipped some switches and I felt a tingling course through my body, though my temples and the back of my neck, through my knees and elbows, and especially through my nipples, down and around my cock and up my ass. A slight humming accompanied the low stimulation, adding to the unreality of the scene. The brunette adjusted the dials and nodded to Jordan. "Let's begin." Grabbing my projecting hard-on with both hands, the gorgeous redhead immediately started squeezing. Staring at the rounded knob of my cock, she whispered to me, and I suddenly realized that they were the first words I'd heard her speak today. Her voice had a musical quality I didn't remember from the Supplicant Ceremony. Of course, we weren't doing much talking then. "I volunteered for this you know." Looking down at the top of her head, I responded in an equally soft voice. "No. I didn't." Slowly, she began to post up and down the full length of my shaft, glancing up at me as she spoke, the silver stud in her tongue flashing in the light. "Uh huh. Ever since the Supplicant Ceremony, I've been thinking about you." As a slight flush spread across her pretty face, she dropped her gaze back down to my jutting cock. "And about your penis." The screen in front of me flickered to life, evidently powered by the computer that Diane was running. The first slides were of men and boys, initially clothed. The kneeling girl peeked over her shoulder to see if her friend was listening. She wasn't, so Jordan continued. "Falling asleep in Diane's arms, I've had dreams about you, about your penis." Nude male images began to cross the screen as she kept up her double fisted stroking. I started to reply when Diane reprimanded us from her seat at the computer desk. "Stop talking, you two. It's altering the readings I'm getting." Abashed by her friend's comment, Jordan glanced back up at me before lowering her pale blue eyes and focusing on her hands as they steadily pumped my cock. As the parade of pictures continued, I began to soften in her grip. After a couple of silent minutes, Diane spoke again. "Call this level of arousal 'one', maybe 'two'." The series of images changed. The pictures were closer and focused on individual cocks, some uncircumcised and others cut. Some were soft and shrunken while others had lengthened and were more distended but clearly not close to being erect. "Jordan, any change in his condition?" Still staring at my now flaccid pole, the girl with the pale skin shook her head. "No. He's about the same." "That's what I'm getting too. Let's try this." The pictures changed again, the cocks becoming thicker and longer, showing early signs of excitement. I swallowed as Jordan kept stroking. "Anything now?" "Maybe." "How about this?" WVC Ch. 24: The Test The next series of slides were close-ups of cocks in genital restraints, cock rings, ball stretchers, small leather harnesses. I could feel my own cock start to rouse under Jordan's persistent strokes. "Jordan are you getting anything?" "Yeah. Maybe some threes and fours." As the parade of slides continued, the cocks no longer were soft and flaccid. They were hard and erect, straining against the leather and metal, veins bulging, cockheads taut and swollen, just like mine was starting to become. "Any fives?" The kneeling girl slowed even more, squeezing firmly as she posted up and down my stiffening pole. Her devoted attention and the pictures were having and effect. "I would say so." "And this one?" The next image in the series was of a particularly large one, fully erect with only a simple leather strap circling the base of the rigid shaft and bulging balls. The bulb was deep purple and considerably larger than the thick shaft below, with the heavy veins along the sides well defined and pulsing urgently. It looked like it was on the verge of ejaculation. A single drop of clear fluid was perched on the lip of the large cockhole, which was gaping wide open. I felt my own hard-on surge in Jordan's grip. "That's a six." The screen went blank and the kneeling girl reached for more of the clear gel, slathering it onto my thickened cock, lubricating the stalk and wiping dabs into the yawning slit, forcing it down inside of me, around the thin metal rod. "You liked that last one, didn't you?" I didn't realize that she was watching the screen. I thought she was focused on the nearly fully erect cock pole protruding between my legs as she called out the scores. Blushing, I mumbled my assent. "I thought you might. It's a close-up of you." Startled by her statement, I wondered, when did someone take a picture of me? With a sparkle in her blue eyes, she glanced up at me as she began posting up and down again. "There's more." Immediately, I pulled my gaze back up the screen just in time to see the next series of images begin. They were all of girls and women. And to my surprise, I recognized many of them, girls from my classes and around campus. Valerie, Erika and all the Club members were there, including the gorgeous redhead who was rhythmically stroking my now throbbing erection. "Is his penis leaking yet?" Leaning so close I could feel her warm breath wash over my quivering knob, Jordan inspected the tip of my captured hard-on. "Yep. He just started." "Good. And the readings?" "Sixes and sevens." The progression was the same. The images were fully clothed at first, then nude, followed by close-ups with various restraints, spreader bars, nipple clips, genital rings and the like. With the later pictures, I couldn't tell who they were for certain, but I thought I recognized Erika's stunning figure and her athletic black friend, Lydia. And when we came to a porcelain skinned girl with full rounded breasts spilling off the sides of her slender torso, I caught my breath. Bright silver rings pierced the small buttons of her reddish nipples, and her plump pussy lips were adorned with a double row of glittering metal circles. Moisture glistened along the inner edges of her inflamed flower, several shades darker that her pale outer skin. With her back turned, Diane's voice came to us. "Was that an eight?" Rubbing her thumb along the underside of my engorged cockhead, Jordan grinned up at me, a gleam in her eyes. "Uh huh." Glancing up over her shoulder, she nodded at the slim figure frozen on the screen. "That's me." There was an earnestness in her gaze as she turned back to me. "You like?" Firmly in her grasp, my cock throbbed. "Very much." "Come on, you two. We need to stay focused. We don't have this room forever." While my straining hard-on was now drooling plenty of clear fluid, enough to keep the urethral probe sopping wet, Jordan reapplied the gel to the rest of my exposed genitals, working it around and under the metal bands that circled my balls and the base of my rigid shaft. Satisfied that all the contact points were well lubricated, she resumed her steady posting up and down as the third series of images began to cross the screen, pictures of individual men and women, nude and in various poses of intercourse. They began with the standard missionary position and progressed through other poses, but always with the man in a dominant posture. I didn't recognize any of the people onscreen this time. They must have been professional models since the bodies were uniformly spectacular. "Jordan, are you still getting sixes and sevens?" "Uh huh." "How about these?" The next series were of anal intercourse, with the man on top. Gripping my cock, Jordan immediately noticed my reaction. "No. These are lower." From the computer desk, Diane didn't respond, but the images changed again. With the pictures of a woman kneeling to suck the man's cock, my own hard-on surged under the redhead's constant stroking. She spoke over her shoulder. "Better. These are sevens and eights." As a second woman appeared to join the action on screen, I could feel my cock swell even more. She had knelt behind the man and pressed her tongue between his spread ass cheeks. "Oh, he likes this one. It's a nine." Suddenly, the door swung open to admit a tall brunette with a regal bearing. She was stunning, wearing her reddish brown hair upswept on top of her head while her high heels accentuated the muscular curve of her shapely calves. And although her conservative business suit effectively hid her body, the material was tight enough to hint at a magnificent figure beneath the cloth. Leaving the door wide open, she ignored my startled gaze and strode past Diane as the coed rose from her chair. With my feet spread well apart, she towered over me. She was very attractive with wide set green eyes, a square jaw and lusciously full lips. Obviously accustomed to being in charge, she gazed directly into my eyes before lowering her eyes to examine my exposed body. Referring to her notes, Diane explained. "We're almost finished with his evaluation, and he's responded just as you anticipated." Nodding approvingly, the statuesque brunette continued her appraisal, dropping her steady gaze until she was obviously looking down at my crotch. Watching Jordan pound my throbbing hard-on, a slight smile crossed her lips. Tilting her head sideways, she looked down at the floor beneath me. A pool of liquid had gathered on the tile from my dripping cock. After closing the door, Diane joined us to introduce the newcomer. "This is Professor Baker, dean of the Psychology Department and my advisor. This study is under her supervision." Reaching down, the professor slid the tip of her forefinger under the rounded end of my cockhead, capturing some of the clear fluid streaming out of my slit. I held my breath as she circled the gaping hole, carefully avoiding the thin metal rod jutting out as she smeared my juice around the taut skin. Nodding again, she glanced up to the screen where the image of the two women kneeling to service the standing male was frozen. Abandoning me completely to Jordan's slowly pumping fists, she strolled over to the computer, leaving a whiff of a spicy perfume lingering in the air. It was vaguely familiar, and I tried to remember where I'd noticed it before, although I was more than a little distracted by the redhead's hands all over my cock. Diane joined the older woman back at the computer and when the screen came back to life, another nude trio replacing the earlier threesome. This time, there were two men standing over a prone woman, one with his dick stuffed in her mouth while the other had his thrust deep into her pussy. It was followed by another scene, this one with three men penetrating a single women. "These?" "Fives, maybe." From her position on the floor, Jordan looked up to see what was causing the lower scores. Without missing a beat, she whispered to me. "Don't like to share, huh?" I started to protest, but then I realized that my softening hard-on spoke for me instead. The pair at the computer punched buttons and the images changed back to a twosome. Both the man and the woman wore revealing bondage costumes, with the man restrained very much like I was. With her two handed grip, Jordan noticed the change in the stiffness of my cock immediately. "He likes this better." When a second woman, a tall blonde joined the duo onscreen carrying a short leather riding crop, I would have sat up straighter, if I were sitting. "How about now?" Both women at the computer turned to look, the cool gaze from Professor Baker centering on the dribbling pole the redhead was stroking. "Oh yes, an eight at least." Diane returned her attention back to the computer and flipped a switch. The still picture of the bondage trio flickered to life and the figures began to move. Staring at the screen, it occurred to me that the earlier images had been screenshots of movies. Wearing thigh high boots and a tight leather corset, the tall blonde approached the captive male. Jiggling as she walked, her oversized breasts protruded above the black leather, crowned with bright pink areolas. The dark haired male wore a full body harness, one that crisscrossed his muscular torso and had a shiny metal ring circling his erect cock. The first women, a curvy brunette had knelt between his widely spread feet and begun fisting his hard-on. He was pretty big, easily accommodating her second hand as she increased the pace of her jacking, much faster than the leisurely tempo Jordan was using on my own dripping hard-on. "Let me know when he reaches nine." "Oh, he's already there." As the onscreen mistress began lightly tapping the male's bare butt, Professor Baker strolled across the floor, her high heels clicking on the tile. Alternating her steely gaze between my oozing cock and the action onscreen, she stood close enough to me so that I caught another whiff of the oddly familiar perfume she wore. When the onscreen brunette opened her mouth and swallowed the guy's cock, I felt my own stiff pole surge in Jordan's grasp. I was panting now, inching closer to a very large eruption. "Is that a ten?" Diane hadn't looked up from her computer as she asked, and Jordan didn't raise her blue eyes from my quivering cock as she answered. I was getting very close to the edge, panting heavily. "I think so." Her fists kept posting up and down the length of my shaft as the kneeling brunette's head began to bob up and down on the guy's cock, coordinating with the rhythm of the riding crop smacking his ass. As the blonde mistress increased the pace of her whip strokes, I started to pump my hips against Jordan's hands, matching the man's hip thrusts. Even without any sound, I could tell he was getting close to his climax, shoving his swollen pole back and forth between the woman's willing lips. Without lifting her gaze from my crotch, the professor rested her hand on Jordan's shoulder. Just as the male threw back his head and delivered a load of cum into the kneeling brunette's mouth, the gorgeous redhead abruptly released me. Left with a spasming cock on the verge of my own orgasm, I thrust wildly into the air in front of me, desperately seeking some resistance so I could cum. "Definitely a ten." Her eyes wide, Jordan watched closely as I humped the air, the dangling electrodes swaying from my body as I writhed in the restraints. The door swung open and in walked a muscular blonde that I knew but couldn't place. Immediately behind her was Stephanie, wearing a white robe. They stopped short, their eyes wide as they stared at the throbbing cock jutting out from between my thighs, my last futile attempts to reach a climax bouncing it wildly. Exhausted, I slumped against the leather straps, my cockhead glistening in the light as fluid bubbled up out of my gaping slit, seeping around the bobbing metal rod. "Sorry, I didn't realize anyone was using this room." The sturdy blonde may have been apologetic, but she made no move to leave, studying my twitching cock as it continued to drip on the tile floor beneath me. Suddenly, it dawned on me that she was one of the regulars at the gym, the Club member with the Asian girlfriend. Her sleeveless blouse revealed a pair of well-developed biceps, and muscular thighs bulged from her tight shorts. Clearly annoyed, Diane checked her watch as I eyed the blonde's full chest. "We're scheduled to have this room until 4." Her dark eyes twinkling, Stephanie interjected. "We can wait." She was being an imp, grinning up at me as Professor Baker quietly conferred with Diane and the busty blonde. The actors on the screen were frozen, the male's cock still jammed between the woman's lips, rivulets of creamy cum dribbling from both sides of her mouth. Coming to stand next to Jordan, Stephanie joined the redhead in gazing down at my rigid cock as it jerked and twitched, eager for release. "Wow! He looks like he's about to explode." Nodding her head, the kneeling girl agreed. "That was the plan. I know we were supposed to take him to the edge more than once, but I don't know if we have the time now." With her brown eyes fastened on my trembling pole, Stephanie offered a solution. "If we can stay and watch, I don't mind waiting." The conference evidently over, Diane turned from the computer to cross the now crowded room and outlined the plan. "Since we're nearly done, we'll stop and let them have the room." As the tall brunette began disconnecting the electrodes from my body, Jordan rose from her kneeling position to help her. Glancing at the blonde as she stood aside, I still couldn't remember her name. When she saw me staring at her, she nodded curtly. "You do remember me, don't you?" "Um, yes. I just can't remember your name." With a knowing smirk, she shook her head. "I'm Brooke. Although today isn't appropriate, I can see I'll have to leave you with a more vivid memory the next time we meet." Her dark brown eyes flickered down to my quivering cock as the other two coeds continued to retrieve the electrodes. Delicately, Diane disconnected the wire attached to the urethral probe. Freed from the weight of the wire, the metal rod bobbed up and down like a conductor's baton leading an orchestra as it stuck out of my cockhole. Leaving it and the cock rings until last, Jordan peeled the electrodes from my front, including those on my head while her partner worked around to my back. I caught my breath as Diane carefully withdrew the plug from my ass. Although I hadn't completely forgotten about it, I had become so distracted by all the other activities that it had ceased to be the annoying pain it had been earlier. Now that it was gone, it felt like my sphincter was permanently altered, leaving an enormous hole gaping wide. The cool air rushed in, giving me goosebumps. As I shivered, my jutting hard-on trembled, straining against the metal rings and causing the probe to bound up and down once more. Wrapping her hand firmly around my shaft just below the engorged bulb, the redhead carefully withdrew the glistening rod. I was surprised how much had they had actually shoved inside of me. I'd been too squeamish to look as they slid it into my cockhole, but I was spellbound watching Jordan pull it out. As soon as it cleared the gaping slit, a wad of clear fluid oozed out, coating the underside of my already slippery stalk. As she held the dripping metal rod to one side, Jordan immediately began pumping her fist up and down, milking more of the translucent juice out of my stiff cock. Finished disconnecting the wires from my back, Diane circled around to my front, shaking her head when she saw the redhead energetically jacking me. Bending over my crotch, she chided her friend as she skillfully loosened the ring around my cock and balls. "Jordan, hold him still while I take of these bands." Nodding silently, the gorgeous coed stopped with her fist tight around the base of my shaft, nestled against the last remaining ring. Unwrapping the shiny metal, Diane dropped into the pocket of her lab coat. Exasperated, she glanced up at Jordan. "You're going to have to move your hand." Briefly lifting her gaze from my quivering hard-on, she grinned up at the tall brunette. "Like this?" Deliberately, she slowly ran her fist up my stalk, pausing just below the purplish knob. Ignoring her, Diane unwound the last band from around my stalk and stood up. As she began to release my wrists from the X shaped frame, Jordan made no move to help. Still holding the urethral probe, she resumed posting up and down the length off my hard-on. Freed from the overhead restraints, I rubbed my wrists and moved my shoulders, trying to restore some circulation. With a disdainful glance at Jordan, Diane knelt to unfasten my right ankle. "Here, let me help." Surprisingly, Brooke volunteered, joining the curly haired brunette on the floor as Jordan kept pumping me. Once I was released from those cuffs, I gingerly rotated first one ankle, and then the other as the she continued to stroke my dribbling cock. The two girls rose from the floor and watched the redhead for a moment before Diane finally broke the silence. She was not happy. "Jordan, it's time to let go of his penis." Startled, the gorgeous redhead looked up at her friend, reluctantly releasing me. As my reddened pole swung back and forth, she looked a little sheepish. "I guess I got a little carried away." "Uh huh." Nodding her head toward the tiny bath, the tall brunette was clearly distracted. "Go ahead and put your clothes back on, Bill." As I turned to go, Stephanie stepped in front of me to block the way. With her arms crossed over her small chest, she watched Diane join Brooke and the professor at the computer desk. They went over the notes in the folder that the blonde had brought with her as Diane reviewed my test results. Turning back to me, the little brunette grinned as she glanced down at the stiff cock jutting out in front me. "I think you may just convert her." I stared. "Who? Diane?" Stephanie nearly burst at laughing at my guess. "No, silly. Jordan," Immediately, the slim girl blushed, glancing quickly to see if her friend was paying attention. Engrossed in the computer screen, Diane gave no indication that she'd heard Stephanie's remark. Stepping aside so I could make my way to the bathroom, the petite brunette winked at me. "We'll see." Jordan avoided my eyes as I passed her. Closing the door behind me, I retrieved my clothes and managed to stuff my swollen cock back into my pants. When I emerged, Brooke, Diane and Professor Baker were all busy preparing for the next test. Fingering the neck of her robe, Stephanie waved good bye as Jordan waited hesitantly. "Diane asked me to see you back to the office. You need to sign the exit form." Our walk back down the hall was awkward. Stephanie's last remark hung between us and the redhead wouldn't meet my gaze. I wondered if I had offended her in some way. Back in the office, Jordan handed me the release form, still without looking at me. "Sign this and you may go." As I passed it back to her, I asked. "Will I see you again?" "Probably." And then she glanced up at me, a sparkle in her eyes and just a hint of a smile. "I hope so." Despite my swollen balls and uncomfortably tight shorts, I had a bounce in my step as I crossed the campus back to my dorm. All I could think about was Jordan, until the image of Professor Baker popped into my mind. I was certain that I knew her. I just couldn't remember where. Someone that dazzlingly attractive I'd certainly remember.