A New Kind of Cheerleader Ch. 01

(So the sex doesn't come up right away in this. There's a story to tell.)

Doctor Roberts had worked hard all of his life founding the Men's Institute for Social Sciences, otherwise known as MISS. Now he felt like he deserved his reward. Many men had come through the men's Institute for social sciences over the time that Doctor Roberts had work there. But none appeal to him as much as Dean. Dean was an 18 year old high school quarterback he was toned and tanned. Dean was the perfect Adonis.

Everytime Dr. Roberts looked at Dean his cock quivered with anticipation. Even though Dean was straight Doctor Roberts was determined that one way or the other Dean would be his

Dean sat down opposite Doctor Roberts. The doctor was looking through the questionnaire that Dean had filled out. Dean nervously looked around the office as Doctor Roberts paged through his questionnaire.

"Your medical exam went well Dean. It was as I suspected the very picture of health." stated Doctor Roberts.

"Always good to hear," Dean replied. The medical exam had been WAY more thorough than he was used to. It included a prostate exam. It had been pretty weird and kinda painful having to let someone slide fingers up his ass, but it had been necessary for the trial. Dr. Roberts wanted to be absolutely sure Johnny was healthy.

The Men's Institute for Social Sciences was outside of town and surrounded by fields and forests. Dr. Roberts had explained it was important his research subjects didn't have contact with the outside world or the outside world didn't have contact with them. So Dean had had to give up his phone too. It was a small price to pay for the money he'd make at the end of the trial.

"And you're aware of what kind of drugs we'll be testing on you and how we will administer it?" questioned Doctor Roberts

"A sex drug," Dean replied, unable to hide a grin. "You'll give me an injection in my arm twice a day starting tomorrow, and once a day today."

Dean had few friends. People were intimidated by his power since he was captain of the football team. The few friends that he did have told him it was to dangerous. The fifty-grand was to good to be true. There were safer ways to get money. But, Dean wasn't smart and wanted easy money. This $50,000 would be his in a week.

Dean wasn't smart but he was no idiot. He had read up on The Men's Institute for Social Sciences. Nothing had ever gone wrong and all past participants had given positive feedback. They all raved at how much their sex lives had improved. Dean wanted a sex life like the previous customers claimed to have.

"That's correct Dean," Dr. Roberts replied. "Now, you've clearly read everything but I have to tell you again that during the trial you will not be allowed to have contact with the outside world, you will eat and drink what we give you at set times, and you will sleep and wake up at set times too. Is there anything you want to ask about your stay at our institute?"

Truth be told, Dean hadn't read the contact thoroughly. He had gotten sidetracked by the drug trials promises of multiple blowjobs and long lasting orgams.

Now, about your questionnaire. You say you have zero sexual experience with men?" Dr. Roberts asked.

The question took Dean by surprise. "Uh, yeah..I'm no homo."

Dr. Roberts smiled patronizingly at him. "When you say 'zero', do you mean 'zero'? You've never exchanged a hand job with a male friend?"

"Nope." Dean didn't know why this question mattered. "Never had any trouble getting pussy and my own hand works just fine. Nothing against gay guys, but..." He trailed off and shrugged. "I just can't imagine letting another guy touch me like that, you know?"

Doctor Roberts didn't respond. He just kept typing into the computer. It didn't matter what Dean was saying now. Dean's views would soon be changing. He would be putty in Doctor Robert's hands.

"Now come with me Dean. Down to the other room. It's where we administer the shots." stated Doctor Roberts..

Dean complied and followed the Doctors' orders.

The room they entered had pink walls and a desk with a computer. There was what looked to Dean like a dentist's chair. But, it had straps on the arm and leg rests, a small TV screen above it, and headphones were lying on the seat. "Do I sit there?" Dean questioned, he was starting to feel a little apprehensive.

"Yes. Also, I'm going to have to strap you in. We have had some bad experiences with guys who say they're fine with needles, but turn out to have a slight phobia after all. I want to get this injection right, so we have to make sure you don't move." Dr. Roberts picked up the headphones, put them on a small tray next to the dentist's chair and gestured for Dean to sit down.

Dean shrugged and reminded himself of the $50,000 he would get in a week. All apprehension was pushed aside. "All right." Dean sat down, and let Dr. Roberts strap him in. His lower arms were strapped down first, then his lower legs. He tried to pull free, but the tight straps were strong.

Dr. Roberts pulled open a drawer of his desk and when Dean saw the needle, he felt nervous even though he had plenty of shots in before. He let out a hiss when Dr. Roberts injected him with the clear fluid.

"This was the high dose, right?" questioned Dean

"That's right. You've really read all the info, haven't you?" Dr. Roberts sounded pleased. That made Dean smile. "Every day, the afternoon is high and the morning dose is low. That's because most couples have sex in the evening, so that's when we'll be performing most of our tests." stated Doctor Roberts.

"Hmm. What kind of tests?" Dean questioned There hadn't been details on that in the information available. "Drawing blood and stuff? Urine samples?"

"Amongst others tests. You'll just have to live the experience.." Dr. Roberts adjusted the TV screen so that it was right in front of Dean's eyes. "You'll have to wait here for the drugs to start working and we want you to lie still while it does. We've found it's more effective that way."

"Okay whatever you say doc. You're the boss.," Dean meakly replied and wished Dr. Roberts had mentioned that before the injection. "Can I pick the movie at least?"

"I'm sorry but our movie options are limited." said Dr. Roberts. He then put the headphones over Dean's head. "Since there are people working in the offices on either side of this room, we're using headphones. Are they comfortable?"

Dean nodded and flashed a thumbs up sign.

Dr. Roberts went back to his computer and the headphones already muffled the sound of him clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard. Dean couldn't see what Doctor Roberts was doing, but the TV screen in front of him suddenly lit up.

Dean looked at the screen. There was a black and white spiral and he stared at it for a few seconds before blinking and looking away. "So, what's the movie He attempted to turn his head to see Doctor Roberts but it was in vain.

Dr. Roberts frowned at him. "Look at the screen, Dean. The movie will start soon." He ordered.

Dean turned his head back to the TV. He was starting to feel pretty tired and relaxed in the chair. The spiral was changing colours, the white becoming a light pink.

"I just have to change a few things, Dean, you keep looking at the screen like a good boy."

"Okay." It was strange, Dean felt so tired but he also couldn't close his eyes. All he could do was look at the screen. He saw something flash, random letters, but they were gone before he could read them. Then the images started to appear. They were faded and Dean found himself straining to figure out what was in the pictures.

He started when the sound of rain and other ambient noises came through the headphones and he turned to look at Dr. Roberts who smiled and nodded at him, then pointed at the screen again. Right, he had to look at the screen. It was part of the trial. It was what Dr. Roberts wanted. He needed to follow Dr. Roberts instructions.

The sound of rain falling and water surging in his ears made Dean feel even more relaxed. He wasn't sure what this had to do with the drugs he was testing, though.

Dean did as he was ordered and kept staring at the spiral, the colour changing from light pink to dark pink, and the words became easier to read as they flashed on the screen.

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Dean frowned a little. Heed? Who was he supposed to heed? "Dr. Roberts?" he asked and but he couldn't entirely hear himself through the headphones. "The video is weird." He turned his head to look back at the screen. But, Dr. Roberts was already by his side, shaking his head.

Dr. Roberts grabbed Dean chin and turned it so Dean was looking at the screen again. He moved his hands so he was holding Dean's cheeks, making sure he kept facing forward. Then he placed a strap across Dean's face. So Dean was forced to always look at the screen. The words flashed again a brighter pink.

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Dean blinked and felt his body relax further.

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An image flashed on the screen and Dean realized it was a muscular man's torso. More images of muscular men followed, sometimes they were pictures of men flexing their biceps, sometimes they were focused on the men's chests and abs or thighs. Since Dr. Roberts had strapped him in, Dean was forced to watch it.

Dean's thoughts were foggy as he watched the spiral, the images and the words flash in front of his eyes. This experience was weird. Why was he looking at pictures of muscular men? Why was he told to obey? There were other words too, words he couldn't make out yet.

Maybe if he just kept watching, he would find out what was going on. It would make sense. But it was nice to sit here in the comfortable chair and watch the pretty colours in front of him. He didn't have anything to worry about, all he had to do was watch the movie. He also thought about the money he would be getting soon.