Doubly Milked Male

Chapter One

Chapter One

How It All Began

I regarded myself as a normal, although somewhat bent guy, and at 26 years of age living in Vancouver, BC, was well recognised in my chosen section of the IT world. I earned a quite decent amount of money at a satisfying, although somewhat sporadic employment, but thanks to the frequent abundance of disposable cash and time, was always in search of the different and more interesting aspects of life, engaging in a lot of time spent surfing the internet and particularly sites that dealt with topics like men changing to women and all sorts of other different B&D/S&M topics.

The allure of rubber garments was very high and I acquired a large wardrobe of all sorts of corsets, and suits, as well of course as helmets and gas mases of varying severity and complexity. However, I only ‘played’ in them in solitary, and normally could only handle being encased in a full rubber costume for a couple of hours before releasing myself. Many times I challenged myself to see if I could manage an entire 24 hours encased in rubber, wearing a gas mask that allowed me to drink, but it proved far more difficult than I had imagined it would be in my fevered day dreams. Self-bondage and strict restraint harnesses were another component I loved to experiment with in combination with the rubber and so I’d inadvertently set the stage for all of the events I’d come to experience, at first willingly, then soon, more and more unwillingly.

I was, I think, regarded as relatively good looking with regular features and a good head of dark auburn hair, worn long, but was somewhat shorter than my peers, at 170 cm, and weighing 65 kg,. I didn’t exercise much, truth be told, but still retained a slim and tightly-muscled frame. Truth to tell though, I wasn’t very active in the more public kink life style, despite my fascination with it, but then came the day that would change the course of my life in ways that are indescribably even now that I’ve lived through them.

The notification arrived in my email as an unsolicited message and had ended up in the ‘spam’ folder, but before deleting all the crap, as usual I skimmed through the contents and what I found was intriguing, given my secret desires and past experience with the stranger and kinkier sides of life. If I’d thought about it more fully, I’d have realized that I’d been specifically targeted, thanks to the pervasive snooping programs being used on the internet, and they knew far more about me than I could possibly have imagined. Here’s what so intrigued me …

RESEARCH ASSOCIATE NEEDED

Mature man between the ages of 25 and 35, maximum weight of 85 kg, in good physical condition required by a pre-eminent Research Organisation to participate in a targeted, long-term, clinical, s****l/Gender/Biological Evaluation Programme. We will, at no charge, evaluate Candidates. No specific skill sets are required, however, a willingness to accept personal challenges and a desire to resolve differing and complex physical and mental situations are considered desirable assets.

The selected Candidate will be single and free of any long-term personal and/or s****l commitments. Travel to the Facility’s location is required and so a valid passport is necessary. The Candidate must be available for participation in the Programme for a minimum period of at least 12 months, with the strong possibility of a longer duration, depending upon results obtained during the first two weeks of participation.

All expenses are covered for the selected Candidates i.e. payout of any housing and vehicle leases, travel, meals, and accommodations. Secure storage of all personal property for the duration of the Candidate’s participation in the Programme will be provided at no cost to the successful Candidate. All required Uniforms, specialized garments, together with all necessary appliances will be provided at the expense of the Evaluation Programme. The provided Uniform, specialized garments, and all necessary Appliances will be worn , 24/7/365 for the duration of the Candidate’s participation.

All time spent by the selected Candidate will be remunerated at a substantial rate; this to be disclosed upon our acceptance of the Candidate. These monies will be deposited in the financial institution of the Candidate’s choice and available for verification at any time.

Our Programme requires that the selected Candidate accept a number of non-permanent medical procedures; these to be carried out in a certified environment. Piercings of various types will also be required, but these will be done under general anesthetic.

If accepted, the Candidate will become a member of a carefully-selected group that is subjected to constant testing and evaluation during on-going procedures and carefully regulated experiments. The Programme will take place and be administered in a remote, secure environment, and therefore the Candidate will, essentially, be isolated for the duration of his participation.

Interested men are asked to complete the on-line form available at h***:://www.SGBEP.org.

… at that point, page after page of fine print, legal ‘boiler plate’ began, before the final disclaimer showed up, much like an End User Licensing Agreement. I skimmed over it to the bottom, as, by this time, my interest had been fully-engaged by the phrase ‘s****l/gender/biological evaluation programme’ and the other about the remuneration being at a substantial rate.

I really should have read the whole thing thoroughly before signing, but the pages of fine print legalese were just too much to wade through and analyse in detail, so I flipped through these pages then went to the website and filled in all of the basic data that was asked for. After putting my name on the dotted line I fired it off without any expectation of hearing from the Programme Administrators for a week or two at the least, if ever, and went back to surfing the net.

Much to my surprise, the application was answered two days later with the request that I acknowledge receipt of the message and that an agreement to appear be sent. I was invited to attend an interview at a quite respectable downtown address and now, with my interest aroused, immediately replied in the affirmative. The next day I did personal appearance maintenance as well as pulling out my best suit, getting a haircut, and shining my shoes. Unsure of what to expect, but knowing that first appearances are many times decisive, I intended to make the best impression possible.

A side note … my s*x life over the past months had been confined only to the occasional necessary m**********n, if for no other reason than to relieve the pressure. Girl friends had been few and far between during the year, thanks primarily to a heavy work schedule combined with frequent travel, and too, I wasn’t the handsomest guy on the block. The usual bar ‘meat market’ sort of thing was not my way of finding a lady I could enjoy some time with. My IT contracts had all been completed and I so, job-wise, I was at loose ends, looking for new work and income, as well as some sort of feminine companionship. The lease on my apartment was about to expire and when the advertisement showed up as if by accident, I was ready for a change and pretty much free to accept whatever was offered.

The next day I called Uber to get a ride into town and was dropped off at the high-end address some 10 minutes before the appointed time then walked up and down the street checking out the neighbourhood. The address was for a well-preserved five story building with beautifully-maintained granite facing, probably about 60 years old, but in immaculate condition and that alone lent the upcoming interview a lot of legitimacy in my view.

A most attractive young woman answered my knock on the door and introduced herself as Connie, then asked that I accompany her. To my surprise a small elevator took us to the top floor and I followed her along a deeply-carpeted, wide corridor to a large room. Once inside she said that I was welcome to make myself comfortable, pointing to a side table on which a coffee service and buns were set out, then left. For a few minutes I wandered around the luxuriously-appointed room; it being furnished with high quality modern chairs, tables and art objects of all types.

Some five minutes later a tall, elegant 30-something woman dressed in an immaculate white lab coat over an expensively-tailored suit entered the room, and I stood up and greeted her. Unmasked, she smiled and held out a beautifully-manicured hand.

“Good afternoon, Mr Grantham. I am Doctor von Furstenberg.” She spoke in a low, well-modulated, contralto, with a slight German accent and gestured that I should resume my seat while she sat across the coffee table from me. My own glancing inspection of her was returned with equal frankness, then she began to speak.

“Mr Grantham, to be frank, we have done a quite thorough check on you and your life. We feel that our caution is warranted, and so as a result of our investigations, you have acquired our interest as a potential candidate for our Research Programme, I’m happy to say.” She said with an encouraging and friendly smile that revealed perfect teeth.

“Well,” I replied, “I was quite sure that such a preliminary check would be done and so I’m pleased to have reached this point. What comes next?”

“It was mentioned in the advertisement for the programme that we require you to undergo a preliminary physical examination, as well as to answer a more detailed series of personal questions before we proceed any further. Are you willing to do this? The facilities are available in this building and so the physical can be completed immediately. If so, I would ask that you proceed to the Examination Room and upon completion, return here to continue with our arrangements. If this is unacceptable to you, then we will terminate the interview at this point and thank you for your time by providing a $1,000.00 certified cheque. Are you willing to have the examination?”

Truth to tell, I’d not expected matters to move quite so fast, but I agreed immediately and as if she’d been listening in, Connie reappeared and gestured wordlessly that I accompany her down the hall to a small, starkly-appointed examination room.

“Please remove all of your clothing and have a seat on the examination table, Mr Grantham. The doctor will be with you in a moment.” She gestured to the clinical table and clothes horse before turning, closing the door.

I had no reluctance in doing as asked, because I’d pretty much expected this to happen at some point in the interview process and so waited until a white-coated doctor, I presumed, entered the room. Over the course of the next hour she subjected me to all the usual medical indignities that a thorough physical exam involves and as well, a blood sample was drawn. The last 15 minutes of the examination consisted of me filling in a medical questionnaire, then answering a broad range of personal questions about my feelings, s****l history and current views on my life. When all was said and done, the doctor indicated that I was to get dressed and return to the lounge to await the news of my acceptance or rejection as an eligible a Candidate … probably within the next hour.

Once back in the lounge I took advantage of the refreshments and found a couple of magazines to flip through while waiting, and reflected on what this whole thing was about. The details had been covered in only the vaguest terms and so left me wondering what I’d actually applied to be a part of. Some 45 minutes later Dr von Furstenberg reappeared with a file folder in the crook of her arm, then sat down across from me and smiled.

“First things first, Mr Grantham. We would like to welcome you to our Programme, but your participation must be kept confidential. With this being the case, and if you agree, before we proceed further, you must sign and agree to observe the conditions of our standard Non-Disclosure Agreement. Do you agree to this condition?”

“Yes, certainly.” I replied, calmly looking her in the eye and noticing her anticipatory if perhaps a trifle predatory smile.

She presented me with a densely printed page that delineated my responsibilities upon signing the NDA. I’d had to agree to this sort of thing for past employment and so skimmed through it and signed at the bottom. She smiled again and slipped it into the file folder.

“As matters stand Mr Grantham, we have a vacancy that you could fill immediately, and by that, I mean within the next 48 hours. Are you able to manage this without difficulty? We will of course, arrange for all of the details of your residence and vehicle leases to be terminated as needed, as well of course as to collect, pack and store all of your personal effects. If this is acceptable, we will then make suitable arrangements for your transportation to our Research Facility.

“Now, I know that you obviously are concerned about the financial arrangements and so I shall be straight forward. To begin with, the initial data of the advertisement noted that all expenses on your behalf will be taken care of by the Programme, but I am aware you have questions about the manner and amount which you will be paid for your participation.

“Given the nature of the procedures and processes involved, their duration and their inevitable effect on your life, we are prepared to offer a grant of $50,000.00, tax free, per month, with a signing bonus of $25,000.00 to be paid immediately into the financial institution of your choice upon completion of the documentation. Do you have any other questions, Mr Grantham?”

“Thank you for accepting my application and for the information you’ve provided. Could you let me know what I need to do, to proceed from this point, please?” I was more than a little stunned by the amounts she’d quoted, but quite happy to suddenly have so much disposable cash available.