Travis waited patiently in the gleaming, modern lobby twiddling his thumbs as he observed the other men waiting with him. At forty-five, Travis was easily the oldest of the three men waiting in the futuristically-styled waiting area and he tried his best to discretely size them up. They both appeared to be in their early-to-mid twenties, muscular jocks wearing T-shirts from the local university. The weather had been unseasonably warm, so they were wearing shorts that perfectly showed off their tone, young bodies. They both looked like they had just strolled in from a casual day at the park.
In contrast, Travis looked like he was dressed for a job interview with his baggy khaki slacks and a white button-up shirt that fell loosely off of his broad chest. His hair was slicked back in a futile attempt to hide the numerous grey strands that had infiltrated his thick brown hair. He definitely felt out of place.
"Gentlemen, thank you all for coming,"
A tall, stately gentleman wearing a knee-length white lab coat emerged from the doorway and smiled at the group. Travis along with the five college guys looked up at him as he continued his introduction.
"Welcome to Genecontreo Labs. I'm Dr. Havens. Won't you please follow me?"
Travis and the two college jocks filed through the doorway, down a long white hallway lined with unmarked doors until they arrived at the door at the end of the hall. Inside was a spacious square room with stark white walls, a white-tiled floor, and a long metal table that ran the length of the room. The area was brightly lit, so much so that Travis and a few others looked up half-expecting to see that there was no ceiling and that natural sunlight was pouring through skylights. Instead, all they saw was an array of blindingly white lights that bathed the room with a warm, white glow. Everything looked very sterile and clean.
Dr. Havens instructed Travis and the others to stand on one side of the table, shoulder-width apart then told them to wait a moment as he left to fetch his assistants. For a moment no one spoke until Travis, feeling somewhat nervous, finally broke the silence.
"So, have you guys done this before?" he asked to no one particular.
The handsome blonde to his left gave Travis a big, toothy grin and nodded affirmatively. The attractive Latino bloke to his right also nodded yes. Travis realized he was the only one in the group who hadn't volunteered for the experiment to date making him feel even more out of place. He had responded to a random email asking for male volunteers to test out a new sexual enhancement drug developed by Genecontreo Labs. They were a large, reputable lab in town and the more Travis had corresponded with them the more legitimate the whole trial seemed, despite its taboo subject matter. Also, they offered to pay participants a healthy cash stipend for only a few hours of time with the promise of gaining 'extra sexual stamina' and that sealed the deal for Travis and presumably the other men who had volunteered. The brochure was vague, but if Travis passed the first phase of the clinical trial, he would be invited back for additional tests - and additional stipends. All in all, it seemed like a harmless way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Since the clerk he had talked with over the phone had been dodgy with details and the other two guys were at least on their second session, Travis thought now would be a good time to drill a bit more into what, exactly Genecontreo was testing.
"It's called, Testi-X!" the blonde exclaimed in response to Travis' question.
"Yeah, it's an injection that actually makes your balls bigger," came a handsome brunette.
Travis shuddered at the notion of getting an injection in his boys and his expression must have been obvious because the blonde chuckled and patted Travis on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, the shot is in your thigh. You barely feel it, but man the results are amazing." the blonde kid said with a wink.
The blonde introduced himself as Greg and the other young man was Daniel, his friend from college. They were both twenty-twos, nearly half Travis' age and incredibly handsome. Greg was slightly shorter than Travis but was quite dense, his beefy frame filling out his T-shirt and his thick, muscular legs being hugged by his shorts. His friend Daniel was equally buff with shoulder-length jet black hair and a boyishly handsome face. Travis would have bent either one of them over in a heartbeat or dropped to his knees, especially after eyeing the ample bulges they were both sporting in their shorts. Having these two try out a male enhancement drug was the equivalent to testing out an intelligence enhancer on Einstein.
Travis tried not to eye-fuck them as the three chatted, though he felt as though Greg and Daniel were both mentally undressing him as well. Suddenly, Greg overtly addressed the growing sexual tension in the room.
"So, daddy. You're better than the guy they stuck us with last week,"
Greg patted Travis on the butt as Daniel took a step closer.
"Yeah, I can tell you're a pretty sexy fucker," Daniel winked.
Travis gasped as Daniel placed a hand on his chest and ran it down his flat stomach, stopping just before he reached Travis's waistband. Daniel licked his lips and smiled.
"Mmm, I do like a fit daddy. Can't wait to see what you're packing,"
Though he was taken aback by their boldness, his cock couldn't help but stiffen as Greg and Daniel proceeded to place their hands on his ass and chest, rubbing him up whispering naughty things in his ear. Travis stood there being felt up by these two adorable young jocks and was about to reciprocate wit the door opened and Dr. Havens walked in followed by three middle-age assistants. The assistants were carrying a small bag and Dr. Havens was casually tapping on his tablet, none of the four seemed the least bit surprised at the sight of one of their experiment subjects being fondled by the other two. Daniel and Greg withdrew their hands and gave the three assistants warm smiles as if they were old friends.
Like Dr. Havens, the other three scientists wearing long white lab coats and looked oddly indifferent to the scene playing out in front of them. Travis thought they were quite nice looking but Daniel and Greg's longing expressions toward them made it obvious that the two jocks were barely able to control themselves from leaping over the table and ripping the scientists' clothes off. These are some horny young men, Travis thought.
"Good, the heightened sexual response observed last week is still intact," Dr. Havens observed as he jotted notes with a stylus into his tablet.
The three assistance stood behind Travis, Daniel, and Greg - Travis looking trepidatious and the randy young studs looking excited - as Dr. Havens finished inputting some notes into his computer before turning his attention to the bunch.
"Should we measure before administering, Dr. Havens?" one of the assistants asked.
Dr. Havens shook his head 'yes' and the three pulled out a long string of wooden balls attached to a string, each a different color. Travis looked at the devices quizzically.
"What are those?"
Greg and Daniel giggled.
"It's an orchidometer," the red-headed assistant behind Travis answered calmly.
"We use it to measure testicular volume."
Travis was still confused.
"Gentleman, if you would please drop your trousers," the redhead instructed.
Greg and Daniel eagerly pulled down their shorts and kicked them aside revealing their heavy, low hanging sacks and thick semi-hard cocks. Travis bit his lip and looked away as he stepped out of his khakis and boxer shorts. His balls were nice sized, but not nearly as big as the jocks standing next to him.
Like clockwork, the assistants crouched down, took their strings of wooden orbs, and held them up to each participant's left testicle. Everything was happening so fast Travis hardly had a moment to contest - not that he would necessarily complain about a hot ginger fondling his equipment - but it was all quite unorthodox. Each assistant started with the first orb, a small white sphere slightly larger than a grape, obviously smaller than the genitals they were being held against, before moving on to the next bead on the rope which was a slightly larger red wooden ball. They continued methodically cycling through the wooden beads holding them firmly against the three volunteers' nuts as they compared the size of the bead to the size of the balls. The first three were markedly too small but by the fourth bead, at least for Travis, the size of the proxy testicle was starting to get closer to the actual thing.
The handsome ginger at his crotch smiled as he held a blue wooden ball but to Travis's left nut and called out to Dr. Havens. He had found a match. To be sure, the ginger took Travis's nut in his hand and gave it a firm squeeze that elicited a gasp before letting go.
Meanwhile, the other assistants had cycled through more beads against Greg and Daniel's nuts before calling out that they had matched them against the orange bead. Travis looked down at the orchidometer in the redhead's hands and noticed that the orange bead was several sizes larger than blue and nearly as big as the largest bead on the string, a massive white orb. Travis couldn't imagine actual testicles being that massive but the thought made his mouth water.
"Okay, now for the right side,"
The exercise was repeated with the volunteer's right testicles and, as expected Travis's right nut was nearly as big as the blue bead. The ginger took Travis's nut in his hand and squeezed. Hard.
"Ooh!" Travis gasped as the assistant let his ball go.
Greg and Daniel similarly moaned and gasped in pleasure as the assistances measuring them squeezed and tugged at their large nuts to verify their measurements.
"Very good then, the size increase noted last week is still present," Dr. Havens noted.
Next out of the assistants' bag was a small syringe. They explained to Travis that he may feel a slight stinging sensation at the injection site which turned out to be not quite his thigh. Travis yelped as the sharp needle poked his taint, but just as soon as it was inserted, the Testi-X was injected and the needle was removed. Greg and Daniel were right, it barely registered.
"So what now?" Travis asked confused as Daniel and Greg smiled at each other.
"Just wait a minute, dude. It works fast!" Greg replied.
"Well, it isn't quite a minute, but we'll be back in a moment. Please try not to get... too excited,"
Dr. Havens and his assistants left and closed the door gently behind them. Travis watched as Greg and Daniel cupped their massive balls in their hands and looked at them as if they expected them to magically start growing like balloons. After barely a minute Travis felt a slight tingling in his crotch and looked down to see that his nuts were starting to turn a light pinkish-red. Daniel noticed the alarm on his face and smiled.
"Relax, daddy. That's normal," the hot Latino said with a wink.
As Travis waited for the unspecified effects of Testi-X to take hold he thought to himself. His balls, which he was quite proud of, had ranked as 'blue' on the lab's arbitrary scale. And that was at least three notches below 'orange', which is where both of the college boys had landed. Was blue less than orange? Was the massive white orb at the end of the strand the apex of masculinity? Would these two hot guys pay any attention to a guy with 'blue' sized balls, Travis thought.
Travis was definitely a balls guy. He loved licking and playing with a nice sack and obviously was cognizant that some balls were bigger than others, but had never thought to assign an objective rating to them on such an absolute scale as the orchidometer. Testicle size had always been subjective like 'huge' or 'small' or 'average'. Never an absolute size, in this case, denoted as a color on a scale. It was a definitive fact - not a subjective opinion - that his balls were smaller than the college studs' and there was a quantitative scale to prove it. If Travis had been feeling inadequate by the adorable jocks before, he now had scientific proof that he was slightly less of a man than they were. As Travis's mind raced he continued to feel a hot flushing sensation in his crotch followed by a slight feeling of euphoric high that radiated from his brain. His eyes bugged out as he suddenly felt incredibly horny. He turned toward Daniel who obviously had just hit the same stage of his own Testi-X treatment and the two looked like they were going to lunge at each other, Travis's mouth literally watering at the prospect of taking Daniel's fat cock in his mouth.
By now, all three of the volunteers were raging hard and at least in that respect, Travis won out with his massive, thick ten-inch cock protruding from this crotch. Daniel's seven inches and Greg's eight inches were large but paled in comparison, though their markedly larger nuts made their overall packages look bigger. Man, I wish I was an 'orange', Travis thought...
"Ooh, the DILF is packing," Daniel smiled.
"Yeah, no shit! Yummy," Greg replied.
Travis felt incredibly horny - unnaturally horny - as he eyed Daniel, wanting to rip the young stud's clothes off and throw him to the ground. The door opened and Dr. Havens and his three assistants walked back in, the assistants taking their position crouched under their volunteers. The handsome red-head at Travis's feet looked up and gave Travis a coy grin, licking his lips as Travis's massive cock hovered in front of his face. Travis had to fight the urge to grab the back of the scientist's head and ram his cock down his throat. Travis felt so incredibly horny that he had forgotten his fleeting thoughts of feel less of a man than the big-balled college jocks.
"Green," the redhead called out to Dr. Havens who nodded cooly.
Travis looked down to see that the assistant was firmly holding the green orb, the next size larger, against his fat right nut. Travis's nuts felt swollen, and heavy and larger than normal. Literally a size larger on the orchidometer. The handsome ginger measured Travis's second nut and the results were uniform. The injection had successfully caused his balls to bloat and swell slightly, but noticeably enough to register on the lab's measuring device.
Travis looked over to see that Greg and Daniel's nuts, though red and puffy, hadn't quite grown to the next size orb. The assistants measuring them had roughly grabbed both sets of bloated nuts and were now squeezing and needing them as if doing an overly-hard testicular cancer screening.
"Oooh!" Daniel winced.
Greg doubled over as the assistant grabbing his balls squeezed as hard as he could.
"Pain response as expected,"
Travis looked confused and for a second feared the scientist at his feet was going to squeeze his nuts like the others, but he just smiled and stood up.
"Aaaah!"
"Stop!"
Travis turned to see that the scientists measuring the two jocks had switched from simply squeezing, to outright punching those four bloated sacks. He couldn't help but wince in sympathy.
However, upon examination, it was clear that the strength of the blows in no way matched up with the studs' exaggerated response. Maybe having bigger balls wasn't the be-all measure of masculinity, Travis thought.
"Aaah!" Greg squealed as his fat nuts were pummeled even though his cock stayed rock hard and he kept his legs wide open.
"Thank you, Travis, but you're not quite what we're looking for in the study,"
The handsome redhead motioned toward the door.
"The receptionist will have your check,"
The assistant shook Travis' hand with the same hand he had just used to squeeze and measure his nuts and Travis put his slacks back on, his raging cock making an obvious outline in his slacks.
Travis looked back to see that Daniel and Greg were having their balls punched and squeezed mercilessly and the blows did seem to be increasing.
"I do have a question," Travis asked the red-head.
"Why do the measuring balls have different colors, instead of numbers?"
The scientist smiled slyly.
"Um, we aren't really allowed to talk about that. Let's just say it isn't arbitrary,"
He patted Travis on the shoulder and sent him on his way. As he left he heard the two assistants who were pummeling the jocks casually comment things like "Pain response decreased as expected..."
That night as Travis stood in the shower letting the hot water run over his hairy body he held his balls gently in his hands and fondled them. They were nice sized balls, among the biggest he had seen in real life before he met Greg and Daniel, orchidometer be damned.
He couldn't help but ponder though how his manhood had been reduced to a color, a random color, on an arbitrary scale. Was he actually less of a man than those college jocks? Maybe even after the drugs had puffed up his junk he was still too 'small' to continue with the study. Were 'blue' balls even worth having?
Travis gave his balls a gentle squeeze with one hand as he stroked himself off.
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