The Sustiva Experiment

Now you knew that this had to be one of those too good to be true e-mails, but I decided to amuse myself and click on it to see what it was about. Boy was I surprised when I opened the e-mail and here was this very fancy page done in html code with the Dupont Pharmaceutical Company logo on the top. I said to my self, damn, why would Dupont be in the middle of one of these silly e-mail projects?”

I read on. It said that the company was seeking healthy gay males to take part in an experiment with their popular HIV anti-viral agent Sustiva in an alternative use study. It said that the experiments would last about 8 months, you would be expected to stay at their suburban Wilmington, Delaware research facility, and that they could assure participants that when the experiments were over participants could expect to receive $100,000 and free medical care for the rest of their lives.

Having just been laid off from US Airways because the failed merger with United Airlines, I decided to check this offer out further. The page explained that some of the users of the drug Sustiva had experienced some enhanced sexual arousal while taking this medication to combat the HIV virus, and the company wanted to experiment with the drug further to see if perhaps this drug could be used similarly to Phizer’s drug product Viagra.

Apparently the company had been able to read cookies on my computer which indicated I viewed gay websites as well as Monstor.com looking for work, so they knew I might be interested in something which would pay me some money. They were correct. The whole thing seemed rather plausible to me, so I decided to hit the contact button and send e-mail to see what would happen. The contact button brought up an e-mail screen pre-addressed to [email protected]. And asked for my name, age, phone number, height, and weight plus any medical conditions such as high blood pressure, diabetes etc.

I filled out the e-mail form and sent it along figuring I will never hear from this guy again. Boy was I wrong. In about an hour, my phone rang, and there was a low deep voice on the other end of the phone, which said “Hi, this is Doctor Ed Bradley from Dupont Pharmaceuticals and I wanted to acknowledge your e-mail.”

He said, “we have had several people e-mail us today about the project and I have picked about 20 of you to interview and examine for the experiments. Would you be available to drive down to Wilmington tomorrow for 9:30 AM?”

I said that I would, but asked if I needed to bring anything with me. Dr. Bradley said no, just come to the main corporate office for Dupont Pharmaceuticals in the Chestnut Run Plaza, 974 Centre Road, Wilmington, Delaware. Drive in the drive way and go into the left hand entrance to the main building and tell the receptionist you are there to see Dr. Edward Bradley.

The next morning, I arose early for the 90-minute trip to Wilmington. I took a little longer in the shower to make sure my body was clean for the physical exam I most likely would be encountering. I put on comfortable clothes that could come off quickly, a Blue button down shirt, jeans, BVD briefs, white tube socks and white leather Nike cross trainer shoes.

The drive down I-95 from the Philadelphia Area was not too bad once I got past the airport. I pulled off I-95, went west past a BMW dealership, made a left turn onto Centre Road and found the Dupont Corporate complex in a large office park. I parked my car and found the receptionist in the lobby as instructed and found a seat while I awaited the word to go see Dr. Bradley. After about 10 minutes, the phone rang and the receptionist called me over to her desk. She gave me a special visitors badge and told me I could go to Dr. Bradley’s office up on the third floor. I could take the elevator up, make a right and go down the hall and you will see Dr. Bradley’s office on the left.

Dr. Bradley’s office had a waiting area with two other secretaries in it. They had me take a seat. A few moments later, Dr. Bradley’s office door opened and he was shaking hands with another fellow’s hand. He said to him, “I will see you tomorrow.” The other person then left the office, and Dr. Bradley turned to me and said…”you must be Richard King, thank you for coming today.”

Dr. Bradley was about 5 foot 8 inches tall, blond, light blue eyes almost albino actually. He appeared to be in his late 40’s early 50’s. As I got closer to him, I figured early 50’s definitely since I could see a couple of scars near his ears that could have been a face-lift. Oh well, so he had a face lift so he could stay young looking. I guess you need to do that in corporate America.

I shook his hand and followed him into his office and he shut the door. He offered me a seat at a round table away from his large cherry wood desk. He took a seat across the table and began to explain the program. He repeated that the experiments would involve the drug Sustiva, a drug presently used to combat the HIV virus that causes AIDS. I told him that I was familiar with the medication since there were some other gay flight attendants I knew who were on the medication. He said that while working in the lab with the product, trying to develop a drug delivery method with a skin patch, they had learned that it could cause a side effect. It sometimes causes blood vessels to become engorged and the surrounding skin areas to become hard. Needless to say, this isn’t a desirable reaction to have while administering the drugs to HIV and AIDS patients. On the other hand, it could be a desirable reaction for healthy individuals looking for a faster acting alternative to Viagra. I said, yes, now that I am in my early 50’s, something I can just rub on to make me hard would have it’s advantages.

Dr. Bradley produced a written contract that was about 4 inches thick. It was a corporate law department work of art full of long paragraphs in very small type. He began to go through the document with me. He said that as in any experiment, there are always unexpected outcomes. Indeed, it was another unexpected outcome in previous experiments that lead to this study. He explained that the document would give Dupont the right to perform medical procedures necessary to complete the experiments, and that when the process is complete in 8 months, I would be given a check for $100,000.

Dr. Bradley said he would need to perform a quick physical exam on me for vital statistics, and that I was free to either sign the document, or walk out the door and get on with your life. I said, “Doc, let’s give it a go…how bad could it be?” He gave me a sort of mischievous grin and said very well, let’s start the exam. He stood up and picked up his stethoscope off his desk put it around his neck and came over and began taking my pulse with his right hand. When he was done he nodded his head and said very good….62. He then started feeling the glans in my neck and then had me unbutton my shirt so he could listen to my heart beat with his stethoscope. He then took out a blood pressure sleeve out of his desk drawer and checked that too….120 over 76 he said. Perfect.

Then he asked me to stand up and lower my pants and underwear. It felt strange doing this in a private office rather than an examination room, but what the hell. I was going to get $100,000. So I complied with his request. I stood up, and he did the usual turn your head a cough routine, but this time the good doc did a little lingering down there. He cupped my balls with his left hand and then picked up my penis in his right and began to massage it in his hand. At first I thought he was just checking it for tumors or something, but when he kept it up, the natural thing started to occur. I began to have an erection. As soon as this happened, the doctor said…”Very good. You will make a fine candidate for this study. You can pull up your pants now.” I did that, re-buttoned my shirt and tucked it in. Dr. Bradley said “tomorrow morning you are to report to the DuPont Pharmaceuticals Research Laboratories Experimental Station at Route 141 and Henry Clay Road outside of Wilmington. It’s just down the road a bit. You don’t need to pack anything. Just bring yourself to the station and report to the visitors’ reception building after you go past the guardhouse. Your name will be on a list at the guardhouse and he will tell you where to park your car. You will be give further instructions once you get there. With that we both stood up and went into the waiting area. He shook my hand good-bye and said, I will see you tomorrow. As this happened I noticed another man waiting nervously in the waiting area has I had been just one half an hour earlier.

An 8 month absence on such short notice was going to be hard to explain to my friends and family, so I made up a story that I was going out of town on a job search, and that I would eventually be back unless I had a job offer or something. I was lucky that my apartment rent and most of my bills are paid automatically from my checking account. My old lover Kevin, promised to make the automated calls to unemployment so my checks would continue to arrive. They too would be direct deposited to my bank account. I had everything arranged for my experiments with a new form of Viagra.

The next morning, as instructed I arrived at the experimental station that was across the road from the old historical Dupont Powder works site where the company got its start 200 years ago. It sat up high on a hill and was surrounded by high barbed wire fences. You wondered why a building like this needed that much security. Was it to keep people out or to keep people in I wondered? I guess I was about to find out. I drove up to the guardhouse and gave him my name. “Yes, Mr. King”, he said, “Dr. Bradley told us to expect you and the others this morning. Please go to lot number 5-A and park and lock your car, and then leave your keys with the receptionist in the visitor’s building. Good luck!”

I pulled my car into lot 5-A where there were about 18 other cars. I went to the visitors’ building, told the receptionist my name and handed her my set of keys. She put them in an envelope and wrote my name on it and then dropped it into a safe similar to the kind they have at 7-11 stores for $50 and $100 bills. She told me to have a seat in the adjoining waiting room. I went into the room, and there were 18 other men mostly in their late 30’s to early 50’s all in pretty good shape. Most of them appeared a lot like me. They were about 5’7” tall or shorter. Some had full heads of hair; others like me did not. None of them appeared to be flaming queens, but my gay-dar did kick in because it was obvious to me that everyone in the room was checking each other out.

No sooner did I find my seat, then Dr. Bradley entered the room. He welcomed us all to the facility and gave everyone an opportunity to back out of the experiment. He said, that once we went to the next building, there was no backing out because this is an 8 month commitment to the experiment. We all looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders and then Dr. Bradley said, very well then, please follow me.

We went out the door of the visitors building and followed Dr. Bradley into the much larger office building where the laboratories are located. We went into a side door into what appeared to be a locker room. Once we were in the building, Dr. Bradley explained that the facility is known as a clean facility. No one is allowed to wear street clothes in the lab. He asked us all to strip off our clothes and put them in a locker. The lockers had combination locks that Dr. Bradley promised we could get the combinations to at the end of our stay in Wilmington.

Suddenly there we were, all 19 of us, naked as jay birds continuing toeye each other. About half of the guys, me included, were starting to get a bit stiff. Dr. Bradley said, “Well, I can see from looking at you all that I did pick an all gay sample group. We are going to have to prepare you some and run some tests before we can put you in your quarters for the experiments. With that, we were suddenly joined by a group of 19 laboratory interns carrying hair clippers and safety razors. I knew what was coming next. My laboratory intern was a young guy in his twenties and very blond. He asked that I hold my arms up over my head for a bit. He began by shaving off my underarm hair, and chest hair and kept working his way south on my body. When he got done getting rid of the underarm hair, he let me put down my arms and continued to get anything which could be handled by the vibrating clippers. I looked around the room, and my fellow laboratory rats were getting the same treatment. Then I got a shock. The intern stood up after finishing off my legs and started to shear from my head what hair I had left around the temples. I did not expect that. Apparently this other guy wasn’t expecting it either because I could see he was crying as his long 60’s hippy style hair looped off his head into a huge heap on the floor around him.

When everyone was rid of their longer body hairs, we were asked to step into the shower room and get wet. Soon our interns who were now naked carrying the safety razors joined us. They used dispensers in the wall to get soap and lather up our bodies. My little blond intern looked really cute naked. He had a tight little ass and well defined pectoral muscles. He lathered up my chest and began to flick the razor up and down my chest and torso cutting back every little nub he could to the skin level. He took extra special care around my genitals to get those hard to get to stray hairs. My cock was rock hard during this part of my prep work. So was my intern’s, but you could tell he was trying his best to be professional about what was going on. Here we were, 19 middle aged men totally naked in the showers, being shaved by 19 young good looking male interns. And I kept thinking, they are going to pay me $100,000 for all this fun. There must be a catch. Oh boy, would there ever be a catch.

After the interns were done with us, the interns then took showers of their own. I guess they too had to be clean to go into the rest of the plant, but since they were not being experimented on, they didn’t need their body hair shaven. We all just sort of stood there as this happened and then soon a naked Dr. Bradley joined us in the showers to take his soapy shower. For a man in his 50’s he was not in too bad a shape. I was a bit surprised at his pubic hair though. For someone who appeared almost albino, I was surprised to see it was as red as Lucille Ball’s hair.

Once we were all cleaned up, the interns and Doctor Bradley put on new hospital scrubs with the Dupont label over the left breast. Dr. Bradley, though, had his name embroidered on his with his Vice President title beneath. We were handed towels to dry off ourselves. We were told by Dr. Bradley to place them in the hampers as we left the locker room. I now knew why Dr. Bradley told us not to pack anything. It became clear we were not going to be wearing any clothes for 8 months.

We were then lead down the hall. We went by several laboratories filled with scientists. None of which batted an eye at seeing 19 naked middle age men walking down the hallways escorted by Dupont personnel. It must have been a regular site.

The next room we went into was the men’s room. Near the sinks was a cart with small enema bottles stacked on them. I knew what was going to come next. We were asked to bend over the sinks and our interns inserted the bottles into our rectums and emptied the contents. Dr. Bradley was snickering at watching this spectacle. He came over and rubbed my stomach a little to feel the liquid in my belly. That of course sent me running to the nearest open toilet. This was repeated on each of us until the fluid ran clear into the bowl.

We were then marched back to the locker room where we were told to take another shower. We did, and then we were assembled in the locker area and Doctor Bradley said that we were now ready for our base line readings. Our interns took out all kinds of measuring tools and began to measure our genitals. While this was going on, Dr. Bradley started a stop watch. The interns measured the lengths of our penises and took circumference measurements while we were flaccid. They then proceeded to continue to fondle us until we began to get erections. Dr. Bradley noted the time it took for an erection to occur and made notes on his clipboard. As we each got hard, more measurements were taken. When the measurements were done, Dr. Bradley then said that we needed to provide him with a semen sample. Our interns would help us with that once we were shown to our living quarters.

So out the door we went again, most of us still sporting wood, past all the laboratories windows with busy scientists working with test tubes, laboratory animals, and sophisticated looking machinery. As we got to the rear section of the building, there was a series of 30 or so doors much closer together. As we arrived there, I noticed that the interns lead us each into our own room and they closed the door behind us. The door did not have a doorknob on the inside. Unlike the usual Dupont décor, there was no wood paneling in our quarters. There was a small single bed with a plastic sheet on it. There was what appeared to be a medical examination table, a stainless steel sink and toilet, and a couple of height adjustable chairs.

The intern asked that I get up on the examination table so we can get the sperm sample. He asked if there was anything he could do to help me harvest the sample and I said yes. Take off those surgical scrubs and help me along. He was very happy to comply. He reached down and pulled the cord on the bow holding up his lower half of the scrubs. They feel to the floor, and then he removed his top that then gave me a beautiful view of the nice young body I had seen in the showers earlier. He could see that I was starting to get hard, so he went over to the cabinet above the sink and retrieved a condom which he put on my penis to collect the sample. He then had me lye back on the exam table and told me to relax. He told me to go ahead and pleasure myself and he would do his best to enhance the excitement. So I reached down with my right hand and began to pull the pud, while my intern came over to me to give me a close up look at his penis. While I began pumping away, he let his penis flop on my face a few times getting closer and closer to my mouth with each light slap. When it got close to licking distance, I gave it a few licks and then suddenly had it in my mouth sucking on it as best I could. It seemed to work for the intern too, because he grew very hard after I did that. Of course, I was getting closer and closer to my own climax so I stopped working so much on my intern, decided to let lose in my collection condom. I had hoped to return to servicing my intern, but as soon as I let loose, he backed away from the table. Stepped back into his scrub pants, pulled them up, and then went to attend to my filled condom. He pulled it off very carefully and pushed the creamy sauce into a plastic specimen tube. He then retrieved his scrub shirt, and looked across the room at this corner mirror and suddenly I heard a buzzer that opened the door without a doorknob.

I was left alone in the room for about an hour. The next person I saw was Dr. Bradley. He told me that my base line readings were very favorable. “Your erection times were like those of a 20 year old. Your sperm count was as good as a 30 year old. You will make a good candidate in our experiments Rich.” That’s the first time he ever called me by my first name and even then it was Rich, not the formal Richard others mostly call me. I guess I should be glad he didn’t call me Dick.

I said, thank you to the good doctor and said “I guess I better get mentally ready for the next 8 months.”

“Yes, that’s right,” he said. “we have a whole regimen planned especially for you so we can best evaluate the effectiveness of Sustiva on men. There is no turning back now, you will need to cooperate as best you can, because that will only make your stay here as pleasant as possible for us all. You have agreed to do what ever it takes for us determine the greatest possible alternative uses of this medication and I am very pleased so far with your cooperation and enthusiasm. We are going to do some more baseline tests on you to see how you react to various sexual situations. We may need to do some of them more than once, so don’t be too disappointed that we expect repeat performances.” He said with a smile.

I said, “Doc, this seems like a walk in the park so far and very arousing. So far, I don’t know why I am not paying you for giving me this most erotic scene I have ever been in.”

Dr. Bradley then said “Scene? By chance, do you like gay bondage scenes?” Surprised by the question, I said that I had looked at a few web sites on the subject but had never really been in a situation with a lover where the occasion occurred. “Well,” he said, “we will see how the real thing excites you as the experiments move on. You have a lot to contemplate after this hectic day. Why don’t you get some shut-eye, and I will see you later to start the experiments.”

He was right about contemplation. As soon as he left the room, I wondered how he knew to ask about bondage other than the word scene I had used, and it came to me. The same cookie files that were on my hard drive for gay and employment sites most likely had told him about other web sites I had visited. My mind raced with thinking about all of the sites I had visited over the years, and the list horrified me.

Sure enough, even before the experiments began they had started using the topics suggested in the gay porno sites I had visited over the years. The lingering doctor in a hernia exam, the leering men in a locker room, a shaving scene, an enema, and a forced medical exam were all scenarios I had read about. Suddenly it had occurred to me that these scientists were going to try every sexual fantasy I had read about out on the Internet on me. They wanted to see how I reacted without drugs and with drugs. I began to wonder what else they learned from the cookies on my hard drive, but I guessed there was no use in trying to figure that out. They knew what they knew, and there was no need to be volunteering anything else.

The next day came and the onslaught began. Dr. Bradley came in and told me that my intern had left for another job with Bristol Meyers-Squibb and that he would be taking over personal care of me so as not to interrupt the experiments. I said, “that’s OK, as long as I get my $100,000.” The doctor just smiled at my attempt at humor.

The doctor then proceeded to try out my reactions to oral sex, anal sex and bondage. Each time I climaxed during these exercises he would get up and make notes on his charts. I began to think, I remember reading about more than this. Why hasn’t he done some of the other things I have read about online. I should have known better than ask that question to myself. I would find out soon enough.

After about a month of a daily routine of oral sex , anal sex and bondage, Dr. Bradley came into my quarters and informed me that the real experiments would begin now that we know how you perform without medications.

He said that the mixture of Sustiva that would be administered to me would be given in a liquid drop. “To make sure we measure the effectiveness of this medication, we will need to strap you to the examination table and attach various sensors to read vital signs.” With that, a cart was wheeled into the room full of medical equipment I did not recognize. I was laid back on the examination table, and cuffs were applied to my wrists and ankles. Straps were put over my chest and abdomen, and my legs were put into stirrups like those in a gynecologist’s office. They then attached sensors to my head, and just below my rib cage. Additional sensors were glued to my feet, underarms, and hips.

Dr. Bradley stared down at me and said “are you comfortable?” with a wicked smile on his face. He looked like an angry troll actually. He was an angry albino one with red pubic hair. What a strange character he was, but he was the man with the bucks and I was determined to get through this.

With that he took out a small bottle that looked like an eyedropper. He dropped a single drop on my left nipple. Suddenly I felt the area around my nipple to get hot and it seemed to vibrate very fast. I looked down, and my nipple seemed to grow harder and redder than I had ever seen it get that way before. Harder and redder than after a lot of chewing by one of my lovers. It didn’t stop. The vibrations continued and the feeling became so wonderful, I didn’t want it to stop. I could then feel my penis getting harder. I was always one of those guys who could get good and hot with good tit sucking and biting, but here I was getting the same feeling with only one single drop of liquid Sustiva put on my left tit. It was heavenly. After about a half an hour of this stimulation, I couldn’t take it anymore. I climaxed without having anyone or anything touch my penis. It was the most amazing feeling I had ever had and I made quite a mess. Much more semen than I had ever shot before.

Dr. Bradley took out a spoon and scooped up the discharged semen and put it in another plastic specimen tube and then left the room for a while, leaving me strapped to the table. While he was gone, the vibrations on my nipple continued, but by now it was no longer a pleasant feeling. You know how it is after you have cum, you want to rest for a bit. No such luck for me though. Dr. Bradley came back into the room in about five minutes and could see the agony I was in and decided to help me out. He took out an alcohol wipe and wiped off the Sustiva on my tit, which did bring instant relief. He told me that my semen sample was 15% larger by volume than without the drugs. I was truly amazed.

He told me that he would have to repeat this regimen every four hours for the rest of the day to average the results. True to his words, he returned later and repeated the procedure with me still strapped to the table. After the third treatment, I was un-cuffed and given a good meal cooked apparently by the chefs at the Dupont Hotel in downtown Wilmington and trucked to the facility for special guests and high level staff.

The one tit experiments went of for about a month, and then they started to become a little bit tiring. About then, they started to do both tits, which more than doubled the sensation. I was never a real moaner during sex. But I will have to say, the stimulation on both tits from the Sustiva sure changed those habits. They kept it up 4 times a day every four hours for another two months. So here I am 4 months into the experiments and I begin to wonder why I would need four more months of experiments.

The immediate question was answered when Dr. Bradley came in to put the drops on my tits, but this time also added them to my penis as well, and then smeared the liquid all over my penis. Within seconds, my penis was growing and throbbing like it was my very first erection. Here I was bored before with the tit stimulation, yet the penile application made me go wild again.

The drop on my penis and tits made my boredom go away. Very quickly I was moaning and gyrating against my bonds like a bull being ridden in a rodeo. I was bucking and shouting like crazy. Again I came and the semen was scooped up and measured, but they had long since stopped sharing the information with me about what was excreted. For some reason the quality of the food I was given had also dropped off. It was no longer the Dupont Hotel food I had grown used to. Instead it seemed to be from the local McDonalds out on Route 202. But I kept telling myself that the $100,000 I would get at the end would be worth it.

Another month went by and they continued the treatments with the drops of Sustiva on my tits and penis, and now Dr. Bradley said, the next phase of the experiment was to begin. He asked me to get on the table and be strapped down again. This time however, no one came in with the medical machines to monitor vital signs. Instead a team of male nurses came in just scrub tops (no bottoms), and operating room masks. Dr. Bradley asked me if I knew what was going to happen and I said I think so. You must have known that I had read some stories in the Eunuch Archive about castration and that you are now going to experiment with that on me. He said, “very good…I knew from the beginning you were a very bright sane man. That’s why I took a special interest in you. These remaining employees at Dupont are members of the Gay Dupont Employees Association, and they have volunteered to perform this very final act to be sure that their hard work on bringing Sustiva to the marketplace does not go undocumented.

Get ready Rich, because we are about to see how this drug really works on men with real sexual dysfunction. I said wait a minute. “I don’t have any sexual dysfunction.” Dr. Bradley said, “no, you are right, but that doesn’t mean we can’t help you to have some.” With that, a tube was placed into my penis and pushed into my bladder. My groin was shaved again to get rid of the past 4 months of hair growth. A shot was administered to my pubic bone region and I began to feel numb there. Dr. Bradley scrubbed up at the sink, put on surgical gloves and went to work cutting me up. He started by cutting open my scrotum and removing my balls. He then cut away my scrotum and then began to cut away my penis from the base. Instead of re-routing my urethra like most sex change operations, he wanted me to have an opening in my pubic region. Why I did not comprehend at first.

I screamed bloody murder as the procedure was done on me. I said, “I will make sure you don’t practice medicine again when I get out Dr. Bradley.” He just laughed and said, “Don’t you go doing that. I am a Harvard Medical School graduate and I used to work for the National Institute of Health in Bethesda, Maryland. No one is going to believe your story. They will think it is a fiction you dreamed up. That’s why I picked gay men for this experiment. No one believes them.”

The pain was getting too much for me so I blacked out. When I awoke, I checked myself and sure enough found bandages on my groin. It was another two months before I was completely healed from the procedure and thankfully I was not subjected to anymore experimentation until the last week before my scheduled release. Dr. Bradley returned to my quarters and had me strapped to the table again. He applied the single drop to my left tit again, and sure enough, I had the same feelings I had when I was whole. My tit became red and hard. It kept vibrating and giving me the old feelings I thought I would never have again after the operation I was subjected to. I was put onto the same four hour regimen I had been on before, but this time, not for a month at a time. Instead after a couple of days I was increased to both tits, and then finally on the day before I was to be released, I was given the medication to my now vacant groin area as well. The sensations were as if I still had genitals. So I realized that I had really helped medical science find a way for sexually dysfunctional males to have screaming good sex.

When my day of discharge finally came, Dr. Bradley had the door to my quarters open. We walked down that long hallways past the laboratories. Only this time, there were no employees in the laboratories. We made it to the locker room, and he gave me the combination to my locker and I retrieved my original clothes that fit a little looser with the weight and obvious appendages I had lost during my stay. We went to the visitors building and I noticed that even the parking lots were empty. He gave me my keys and then said that he was sorry.

I said, sorry for what? He then said that I would not be receiving the $100,000 I was promised. He informed me that Dupont Pharmaceuticals had been purchased while I was involved in the experiment. It was purchased by Bristol Meyers Squibb. He had stretched the truth about my intern leaving for that company, because the real reason he left was that the lab was being transferred to Princeton, New Jersey. The experiments on Sustiva were officially cancelled since Bristol Meyers had their own Viagra drug in the research pipeline. He and a few volunteer employees from the gay employees association decided to see the experiment through to the end for the sake of science. With that, Dr. Bradley started to run across the parking lot to his grey BMW and he took off like a bat out of hell yelling out at the top of his lungs…..”don’t even bother to try and call me, It’s been great, but I got what I wanted from you. Enjoy the rest of your life.” I was left in a vacant parking lot, not knowing what I was going to do now.