It was 7am when John was awoken. Maria entered his room carrying breakfast on a tray. “Hi John, I have some cereal with milk and a cup of coffee for you”. She placed the tray onto the table and wheeled it over the top of the bed. It was a hospital room, of course, and the furniture was suited to the job. Maria left the room for a few seconds and returned with a white paper overall. “When you have finished your breakfast I’d like you to remove your underpants and wear this. Someone will be along shortly to take you to the barbers and after that, the orgasm lab”.

John had finished breakfast and was ready and wearing the overall when another nurse entered the room. “Hello, John, my name is Teresa and I’ve come to take you to the barbers”. She was about 5ft. 6in. tall, slim and with long blonde hair, tied in a ponytail. She wore the same uniform as Maria but with a mid blue belt, rather than Maria’s red. John stood up and Teresa took his hand as she led him out of the room and across the corridor into the barbers. A young woman, wearing a pair of black slacks and a white nurses’ tunic told him to be seated in the chair and then picked up an electric shaver. “Just relax, John, I need to shave your head completely”.

“Whoa! No one said anything about losing my hair!”, he exclaimed.

“I think you’ll find it was in your contract”, Teresa told him, “and unless you have it all off then we can’t conduct the experiments – what’s it to be, John – your hair or home”? John looked in the mirror and hated the thought of losing his head of curly hair but then thought of the money, the excitement of what promised to be fun and then decided that a new image would be no bad thing anyway.

“OK, just do it”! It didn’t take long at all before his head was completely smooth and Teresa took him by the hand again and led him out and along the corridor.

There were a few other nurses and some women in white lab coats and even a couple of other male subjects with them. One was being wheeled along, strapped to a sack-cart, Hannibal Lecter-style. As he passed doors John, inquisitively, tried to get a look inside any that were ajar but could see little of what was going on within. He also read the signs on the doors – ‘Electronic Ejaculation Room’, ‘Dress Stores’, ‘Isolation Tank’ and then one that really got his attention – ‘Castration Chamber’. He asked Teresa “Do you really castrate men here”?

“Sometimes”, she replied, “if they’re naughty”.

" John didn’t know whether he should take her seriously or not but figured that it was either a joke or something to do with the fantasy that he had discussed with doctor Talbot. Presently they arrived at their destination – the ‘Orgasm Test Lab No. 1’.

A white-coated woman was waiting inside and was attending to a piece of electronic equipment with many leads coming from it, rather like an ECG machine. She turned to Teresa and said “Have him take a seat, this first test won’t take long”.

"What happens now”, he asked.

“I’m just going to fit these sensors to you”, said Teresa, “they pick up nerve patterns and brain waves”. She then unzipped his overall and began to stick the little pads all over his body, including some around his groin, which had him moving, trying to get her hand to brush against his cock, which was hardening. She then pulled a tight rubber cap over his bald scalp. The cap contained lots of the same sensors and then Teresa and the other woman began to clip the leads from the machine to the pads and the cap. When they had done the woman, who from her name badge John had learned was called Kate, explained what was going to happen.

“OK, John, we’re almost ready. This machine registers your nerves and brainwaves. In this first test I want you to masturbate, wank, jerk yourself off – whichever term you prefer. When you come the machine will record your orgasm”. There was a wide-screen monitor in front of him and Kate pointed to it. “We will start a slideshow of stimulating pictures to help you once Teresa has fitted the final piece of equipment”.

Teresa took a rubber sleeve, which also had very fine sensors and rolled it over John’s cock, like a condom. By now he was hard and couldn’t wait for the slideshow. As soon as Teresa moved away his had was around his rubber-sleeved cock and he was wanking furiously, her perfume still in his nostrils as he looked at her sexy body – the curve of the crisp white nurses uniform over her breasts, her waist nipped in by the belt and her long hair draped over her shoulder. Kate pressed the button to start the orgasm recorder and forgot to start the slide show, not that she needed to. His eyes continued to lock onto her as she walked away. Her sexy legs and the way she walked… Then he came. His jiz squirted into the sleeve and he slowed his strokes as the orgasm died away.

“Excellent”! said Kate. “I’ll just save that to hard disk and then we’ll unfasten you from the Orgasm recorder. Then you can remove the sleeve and go and have a shower to clean up”. She turned to Teresa and said “I want him back after lunch to repeat the same test and again after tea. Do we record the stimulus for that one as coming under his fetish for nurses uniforms, or what”? Teresa laughed and said, “Well his notes do say that he has such a fetish but I’d say it was just that I am such a sex goddess. No, better put it down to the uniform fetish, Dr. Talbot wouldn’t like to think that any of her staff are sexier than her, would she? The two women laughed together as John closed the door to the shower room after him. “I can’t wait until we test him on his feminisation fantasy”, said Teresa. “I’m looking forward to the castration one, giggled Kate, “the hardness of the cocks on some of them under castration testing is to be seen to be believed…”

To be continued.