The Science of Love (Zombie_In_A_Box and Clover)

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Martin's heart skipped a beat when he saw Zane throw up again. They had to improve the medicine. It was exciting, in a way, yet he also felt bad... Once testing for one thing started, the test subjects that had been chosen are tortured until the scientists were satisfied with the results. "Stay where you are, alright?" Martin spoke into the microphone, but brought the brightness of the lights down. He motioned for the person in the full-body suit to come again. Zane was given a white robe and a simple mask to cover his nose and mouth with. "Keep these on, just in case..." Martin trailed off before pushing the button to open the door. He himself got up and walked towards the exit. Surely, he would escort Zane back to his room.

[クローバー (Clover)]

At this point, all Zane wanted was to be out of the lights and in his bed sleeping. He simply let the man in the hazmat suit do what he needed to do, taking the robe and the mask and putting them on. Martin wasn't kidding earlier when he said that the tests weren't going to all be pleasurable. Zane found himself once again questioning why he didn't just try to go back home from campus instead of letting the guy take him away. Sure he wouldn't be reduced to the status of a rat when testing drugs, but the time he was given experimental aphrodisiacs made him feel like he was being treated like a precious doll. He thought there would certainly be more in store for him if he stayed. Maybe some other benefits would roll his way from taking part in the study, however long it needed to go on for. He awaited Martin's next instruction.

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Martin walked up to Zane once he was outside, putting an arm around his waist. "You can close your eyes if it'll help. I'll lead you back to your room." He muttered, beginning to walk. The man walked slowly, leading the younger carefully, with his other hand lightly holding Zane's arm. They were soon at the other's room, where Martin opened the door and led them both in. He didn't bother with the lights, keeping them off. "Keep the mask on even when you're asleep. When you wake up, change it into a new one, there is a box of them there." He said as he pointed at the table. "Do you want anything else from me or will you be okay alone?" He asked, gently running his fingers over his hair, hoping to soothe Zane.

[クローバー (Clover)]

Zane let Martin guide him back to his room, closing his eyes and holding onto the other. His head felt like it was imploding in on itself, and he couldn't stand or walk very well. Thankfully, Martin was being his crutch and helping him get back to his bed. He laid down, the cold darkness of the room feeling wonderful against his sweaty skin. He didn't bother with the covers, knowing he would be too hot if he had them over him anyway.

"Could you bring the trash can over to the bedside in case I need to vomit again?" was his only request. Though the dizziness wasn't so bad laying down, he still felt like his stomach was extremely volatile and likely to unload itself at any moment. He had to be prepared for anything.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Martin nodded at the request, walking to get the trash can. Placing it by Zane's bed, he sat down on the edge of it for a few moments. "It's on your right, if you do need to use it. If you're still feeling this bad tomorrow, I suppose we'll have to improve the drug." He spoke softly, as to not irritate the other's migraine. Leaning closer, he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead and stood up. "Sleep well." Martin added, pulling away to go out of the room. Perhaps it was just how Zane's body reacted. No other subjects showed signs of having migraines.

[クローバー (Clover)]

Zane slept pretty well, despite his sickness. There were no weird dreams, no night terrors, and only one episode where he had to wake up during the night to throw up. True to form, his migraine seemed to be much better by the time he woke up, which was a huge relief on his part. He grimaced at the disgustingly sour taste of vomit that lingered in his mouth from having to throw up during the night. He sat up in bed, gently rubbing his forehead and making sure he was okay to support himself on his feet. After a couple experimental steps, he took a short walk around his room, his footing as steady as if he wasn't sick at all the day before. He hoped that what had happened yesterday was the worst that he would see.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Martin walked in to check up on Zane a bit later in the morning. He was certainly glad to see him better. "Do you still feel sick?" He asked softly as he closed the door behind him and walked up to him, gently checking his forehead and abdomen with his cold fingers. "I'm terribly sorry about yesterday. You will have to continue participating in these tests, though, but only after we improve the medicine a bit." He informed the other, gently cupping his cheeks to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "I promise, there will be more than enough more pleasant tests in the future. This is just a rougher patch." Truly, it was. Usually the medicine they tested didn't create such side-effects as migraines. Or, well, they weren't supposed to. Many things could happen and interfere with the predictions.

[クローバー (Clover)]

"I'm better than last night. I think I still may need some assistance or someone to spot me while I walk in case I overestimated my recovery speed." Zane said. He was still unsure of his feelings about this man overseeing him in the study. Sure he was nice and caring, but he was also a total stranger whose car he got into without a second thought. He could imagine his elementary school teachers crying in their sleep at the mere idea of one of their students getting taken away for a study like this. Even if his professors back at the university were informed about it, he doubted that they would let him finish up his classes when the study was done, which was another issue in itself. Zane couldn't remember hearing an end date for the study, and for most long studies, patients were usually allowed to live their lives as usual and only have to go in every so often. Something about the need for Martin to keep his subjects corralled in this facility bugged Zane, and he wasn't quite sure why.

 

But at the same time, he was beginning to trust Martin more. He seemed like he knew what he was saying in terms of medical stuff, but Zane wasn't a medical student, nor did he know any whom he could ask to research his studies and look for his professionally published work. As someone who had been stomped on all his life by everyone around him, it was nice to have someone who cared about him as much as Martin did for a change. Sure, the facility seemed like a prison cell at times, but at least the people working there made his stay enjoyable. For now, he had to hold on through whatever was thrown at him and eventually, he would be able to return to his normal life.

 

"What's scheduled for today?" he asked.

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"Don't worry. You can stay in your room while you're like this, and if anything, I'll be around... Or some nurse, you know how to call for them." Martin said, his gaze rather sharp as he looked over his test subject. He seemed to be getting doubts about this... That was no good at all. Martin couldn't bear to lose anyone. He hadn't lost anyone yet... But just yet. Sure, he let some people go, but that was only because they'd found out the truth about this company. When offered a great amount of money, they agreed to stay silent about it all. After all, a company that used humans as test subjects wasn't something people wanted to be affiliated with.

 

"While we're improving the medicine, and that's bound to take at least a month, you'll return to the drug boosting sexual appetite. If you're ready now, we can go. If not, I'll send someone to take you when you are." Martin spoke with a light smile, gently pushing Zane's hair back. He knew that the results wouldn't change that much... He didn't want them to change, either. He wanted to make his pet feel good, make him forget about any uncertainties he was getting about this place and study. The most basic way of making people feel good was to give them bodily pleasures. There was nothing that could top sex, of course... So, that was what he was about to give.

[クローバー (Clover)]

The news that the horrible drug from yesterday was going back into development for a month was the best news Zane could've heard from Martin. He perked up, his eyes looking more lively than they were as he was being ushered back to his room the other day. His expression flattened a little when he saw Martin's serious expression. Zane figured that as a scientist, Martin must have seen his fair share of catastrophic failures or other horrible things happen to his subjects. He could only wonder how bad his reaction to the test yesterday was compared to what Martin had seen before him. For Zane himself, this was probably the worst reaction to a drug he had had in his life. He wasn't one of those unfortunate souls with a drug allergy, so he was fine with whatever a doctor could do to help make him feel better. He couldn't help but wonder what else Martin could've been thinking while watching him writhe in pain from the combined force of the disease and the drug.

 

The second bit of news that aphrodisiac tests would resume for him brought even more questions into his mind. All of his life, Zane had been wanting to find someone who would love him despite his various flaws. Though Martin was very good at giving him physical pleasure, he wasn't so sure about where he stood emotionally. Sure, the dark-haired scientist would listen to his comments and adjust accordingly, but there was something in that first time that Zane felt was missing. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he knew that it was linked to the emotional aspects of a relationship. As pleasurable as the sex was, Zane was a lover above everything else. He needed passion that didn't just come from a script. He needed to experience his partner's true feelings to have it feel the best. Zane's closest friends used to think he was demisexual because of how much importance he placed on being emotionally involved in a relationship, but Zane himself didn't necessarily think that was correct. Sure, he thought being emotionally involved was important, but what it boiled down to in the end was how good his partner was at giving physical pleasure. And so far, it seemed like Martin was doing a great job at it.

 

"I think I'm ready. I might need you to hold onto me in case I still have trouble walking." Zane said, getting off of the bed to go with Martin.

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Martin offered the younger a soft smile, holding out his arm for Zane to grab onto. "No problems there. Anything else you need?" He asked, a shiver running down his spine as their bodies touched once more. Weird... Perhaps it was the shock from yesterday, still lingering in his mind and body. Losing a test subject in such a way would kill him as well. He couldn't stand the thought of it, even. Who knew what would happen if it came to that.

 

"Let's go then." He added with a light smile, walking out of the room. He seemed to go in the pace Zane wanted, letting him dictate the speed. They weren't really in a hurry either way. When the testing room was reached, Martin pulled Zane aside a bit, taking notice of another one being led out. He couldn't let Zane see what some people became like. Gently holding him to himself, the scientist walked past a young man, clearly aroused, drool rolling over the sides of his mouth, fingers shaking, eyes wide and moving around frantically. That one was a lost cause. He was only good for testing by now. Ones who became like this were no better than animals... And everyone became like that at one point. Some took longer, some took only a few months. People were quick to get addicted to certain drugs, especially the aphrodisiacs. He could only wait until Zane became like this as well. Animals were easier to deal with than humans, after all. Rushing the young man into the testing room, he ran a hand over his hair, looking at Zane with a fond gaze. "Are you ready?"

[クローバー (Clover)]

"Maybe a meal after this test, but we'll see how it goes." Zane took Martin's hand, holding onto him for balance. He couldn't imagine how demanding this job was on Martin to be accountable for so many tests, some of which could save lives if the right solution was found. And the aphrodisiac tests themselves didn't seem like a cakewalk either. If there were more people Martin had to run these tests on, Zane could only imagine what kinds of techniques or drugs he'd have to use to not milk himself completely dry. Zane also wondered if there were other examiners besides Martin around or if this study was conducted completely on his own. How a normal person could do this and not completely lose their mind was beyond his knowledge. As long as it brought in money, people would do anything at any cost. Things like this just happened to be Martin's calling, Zane could only assume. When he was growing up, Zane could remember his childhood dreams of becoming a scientist like Jimmy Neutron dying a slow painful death upon getting to high school since he was told by people who came to school to talk about college that all it was was endless time in the lab, but he didn't expect scientists to be engaging in tests like this. Come to think of it, Zane didn't remember signing papers before any of the tests began, which was another thing about the study that bothered him. Was this even legal for him to be allowing Martin to use his body for tests, especially those of a sexual nature, without having had some kind of written consent? Maybe there were exploitable loopholes or other circumnavigations of red tape that Zane didn't know about. Whatever it was, the whole ordeal was seedy from the very beginning. One part of him wanted to escape and expose this man for what he was doing. Hell, if the lawsuit winnings didn't pay off most of his student loans, he was sure that media coverage probably would. If not that, the coverage would grant him a reality show based on his recovery and life as a gay college boy, but he could only dream about that.

 

Another part of Zane wanted to keep this man's operations secret. Even if there were legal complications associated with his activity, this was the most action Zane had ever had in his lifetime. And maybe it was because of the drugs Martin was giving him, but it was even more amazing than his friends told him it would be. Aside from the sex, Zane also found a guardian figure in Martin. Growing up, his parents didn't do much for him, especially when Gilbert tried to rape him. During that time, they told him to handle it like any other man would: don't report it, but sue for attempted assault and battery instead to make it seem like less of a sin than sexual assault. Zane's parents were probably the most cookie-cutter parents out there. They followed all trends that the local area was following, adopted ideas shared by the general public, and basically acted like they didn't have thoughts or feelings of their own. Even though Martin had to act a certain way for the studies, the fact that he had been taking such good care of him was more than enough to win him over. All Zane wanted was a partner who would take care of his needs without question, both emotionally and physically. So far, Martin had overwhelmingly exceeded expectations in the physical department, but there was much to be desired, or seen, from the mental department. From the way Martin acted, Zane knew that he was acting in the interest of keeping a study going, not to emotionally connect with his test subjects. Zane knew it would be dangerous to start letting Martin in if he wouldn't deliver in the end, but a part of his heart wanted to see if he could get Martin to reciprocate and let him into his life beyond the study. Maybe it would be a fruitless endeavor because of the nature of the study. Maybe if he stuck with it long enough, he would see it to the end and finally get the chance to reach out. Regardless of what Martin's true intentions were, another part of Zane was definitely interested in getting to know the man behind the lab coat.

 

When they arrived in the testing room, Zane flushed a soft pink tone, gazing into Martin's intense eyes. He knew what was in store, but the way it would pan out was the mystery that kept the experience fresh in his mind. Sure, the aphrodisiac tests consisted of Zane getting fucked senseless, if he were to go by his experience from the first day, but Zane himself had discovered a new-found curiousity about how these drugs would turn him from a closed up clam into a moaning whore. After Martin blew him away on the first day and had him dreaming about a second round that eventually came to pass in reality, Zane became preoccupied with wondering what went on behind the scenes before the drugs were sent out to be tested. There had to be a team of biochemists that had an encyclopedic knowledge of various chemicals and hormones as well as the ways they affected the body out there formulating the drugs that Martin was testing. If he were allowed to roam the facility, Zane would've wanted to locate these people and ask them about what they did and how it all worked. But then again, knowing the illusion kind of ruined the magic at the same time. Knowing too much meant that now he could expect everything and grow accustomed to the drugs before Martin could even put them in his system, which would skew the results of the tests and probably have him removed from the study. Although he was missing school for this, Zane wanted to stay in as long as possible just to see how Martin's research would pan out and what kinds of great things he would accomplish. But for now, Zane was focused on Martin and the test at hand.

 

"Yeah, I'm ready." he said, trying to keep eye contact. Images of Gilbert tried to force themselves onto his psyche again like they did during his first night, though they never went beyond flashes of his face at the moment he was about to attempt penetration. For the sake of the test, Zane tried his hardest to push these images away, taking in some deeper breaths for a while.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

A meal? Martin's lips curled out into a faint smile. The meal would probably come after the test and its consequences. Surely, Zane would want to satisfy himself sexually before remembering he was hungry. Especially after Martin, instead of making the drug weaker, only did the opposite. Those tests... They weren't for other people. Each test subject had their very own aphrodisiac. Martin himself made sure that they were the strongest they could be, but never went over the line of making them dangerous to one's health. He had a fairly big group of test subjects - and he was the most successful from every scientist here. There were nearly two dozens of them working here, each performing the same tests on their own personal 'lab rats'.

 

Martin's sharp gaze slowly trailed over Zane's body. He had a certain weakness for the types of his. They always seemed to be so... Innocent. He adored that. Perhaps it was the pleasure of staining their pureness, or perhaps it was simply a way to push away his own dirtiness. Martin, he was very far from being pure. No, his mind had been twisted long ago, by the very same tests he would perform now. He too was taken, but for a much shorter period of time. Ever since he was a child he carried curiosity about all things science. He was taken when he was barely sixteen, and yet it took him only two weeks to grasp his situation and think of a thousand ways on how to improve the system. The aphrodisiacs were one of his ideas, actually. He found it easier to manipulate people's bodies rather than their minds. Or, it was simply easier to manipulate their minds when they were addicted to the pleasure given by the aphrodisiacs and, later, bodily pleasure. The one downside was getting attached to the subjects, but it was bearable.

 

He stepped away, walking towards the wall to find the drugs for Zane. After taking the pill, he once again filled a glass with water and presented them to the young male. "Here. This time I would much rather stay here than go back to your room, is that alright? This way, I can really observe the results... It's very important to be precise, after all." He smiled lightly, having prepared more than enough tools to satisfy Zane in all ways he wanted and needed after the drug's effects showed. This was sure to make the man even more aroused than the last time, but he wasn't sure if it was enough quite yet. He wanted to increase the dosage slowly. Just to be sure. At one point, he would have a drug so precise that Zane wouldn't be able to think about anything else but sex... And Martin. Just thinking that, the scientist's lips curled out into a smile. "Feel free to ask me whatever you want."

[クローバー (Clover)]

Zane's heartbeat quickened with Martin's hungry gaze. He considered himself to be a sensible boy who didn't mind a little action, but didn't like when things got too crazy. This man somehow was able to push him right off the deep end, sending him hurtling into a depraved world of pleasure his body never knew until now. It almost sounded like something he read out of his father's kinky sex story anthology that he kept "conveniently stashed" under his bed, and looking back on his experiences stumbling into those books, Zane found himself in the woman's place, on the ground and begging like a wanton whore. Even in a more traditional relationship setting, Zane didn't see himself as a very dominant person. In fact, he didn't really like being the dominant figure at all. He was comfortable as the submissive, the one being entered and taking the female role in sex. Even if he had almost had his virginity stolen by someone he thought was his friend, he kept on holding out hope that someday, he'd find someone who would take care of him and protect him from people wanting to take advantage of him. It had been a dream of his to find a nice guy with a strong build to protect him like a bodyguard. Until the study was over, the dream had to wait, since Martin needed data for his studies.

 

As Martin left to retrieve the new drug, Zane looked around the large room. There was a bed that was in the process of having its sheets changed in the center as well as some sex toys strewn around it from the person who had used them last. It seemed like the whole facility was very well kept, despite the nature of the tests it housed. With someone like Martin spearheading the whole study, Zane wasn't surprised by this much. Something Zane had always wondered about Martin was what made him like he was now. Certainly, something must have changed him or made him like this, since people, to Zane's knowledge, weren't born like that. Being able to handle constantly having sex with complete strangers, though affected by genetic factors, was a very emotional process that Zane would assume required the learning of some kind of mental techniques to distance oneself from people other than a romantic partner, but still be able to be sexually aroused. How Martin did this for a living was beyond Zane, but it did concern him slightly. From the way Martin went about his work, it seemed like he had no intention of even thinking deeper about what he did and what it meant for various people. From what Zane's classmates in psychology told him, using human test subjects was just as much of a self-reflective process as it was a scientific process. When playing with people's emotions and behaviors, one couldn't help but think about oneself with respect to the studies one conducted. Zane would've assumed that Martin would've had to face some kind of moral or emotional dilemma at some point in life when this became his profession. Before he was able to go any deeper into the moral complexities of what they were doing, Martin returned with a pill and a glass of water. Zane took them from him, and after a bit of hesitation, took the pill. He was barely listening to Martin's request to stay in the room and nodded automatically in response.

 

Just when he thought he was going to be on the floor, it seemed like Zane was still standing fine and not feeling anything too weird yet. Martin also mentioned that he could ask him whatever he wanted, which was exactly what Zane was hoping for. With what little time he had left before he was to lose out to his desires, Zane began to think of questions to ask that were non-invasive, yet enlightening on the various questions he had about Martin himself. When given opportunities like this, Zane almost always faltered for the first few questions, but at this point, he couldn't afford that. There was a drug inside of his system that could finish dissolving at any moment. Racing the clock to figure out questions, Zane played a little with the hem of his shirt.

 

"Well... I'm curious as to whether you've tried anything like this yourself. That doesn't necessarily mean the ones you make for me. Just any kind of aphrodisiac in general." Zane finally figured out his first question, gulping as he looked over at Martin, who seemed to be enjoying the wait.

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Martin's favorite thing about Zane so far was how obedient he was. There was absolutely no resistance - that made everything so much easier. He was able to coax him into tests, into sex, into anything he wanted. He would be able to take over his head entirely soon, he was sure of that. Taking the glass from him when he'd taken the pill, Martin set it away, stepping a bit closer, their bodies close to touching. He placed his fingers over the other's neck, as if feeling his pulse, while slowly, gently running across the skin - merely a faint, ghostly touch.

 

"I have." He replied simply, without going into any detail. There was no use for details. Not when the questions were about him... No, all the attention had to be focused on his test subjects, on Zane. "I'm sure you'll want these off. Would you like me to do the same?" He asked softly, his voice gaining a certain sense of huskiness. He slipped a hand underneath Zane's shirt, lightly pulling it up - for now just enough to reveal his abdomen. "And be sure to tell me if you feel anything unusual... I'll tell you if you need to do anything." He smiled, purposely beginning to caress his skin, aiming to test out if the aphrodisiac was working at the right amount, or if he would have to make the dose bigger again.

 

"Go on, sit down. It won't be long until it starts." Martin urged the other, stepping towards the bed. He wanted to start his 'test' as soon as possible, just so he would be able to enjoy it fully. He still had to figure out which parts of Zane's body were the most sensitive. He wanted to know which was the quickest way to arouse him if he didn't have access to the drugs, by any chance.

[クローバー (Clover)]

Zane sat down on the bed, watching as Martin answered his question curtly. It seemed like Martin wasn't interested in going into specifics, but Zane could infer from the way he talked that he didn't use particularly flowery language to skirt around a point and give it a story. He got straight to the point, no ifs ands or buts about it. Something about that was satisfying in Zane's mind, since he had been tired of the bullshit other guys who were looking for partners would always give whenever they were trying to coax someone into their beds. Zane had watched people he know fully submit themselves to lies that others fed them, and he saw how gravely they payed the price in the end when the illusion was ruined. It seemed like Martin was not very intent about crafting lies. However, the most straightforward people sometimes hid their lies the best. One of Zane's childhood friends got together with a guy, and it seemed like the two of them were made for each other, but as straightforwardly as he seemed to talk, he was full of unhealthy secrets, one of which cost his friend's partner his life. Since he'd been so secretive about it, nobody knew about it, which made his friend's partner's untimely death all the more shocking and saddening. He worried that Martin still had much to hide that could rear its ugly head at any moment. He didn't know if it was a traumatic past or something like alcoholism, but he had his reservations about fully trusting the man who was basically giving him sex with minimal strings attached.

 

However, Zane also found that the drug he was given was slowly getting to him quicker than the first one. He felt his body slowly heating up from his core, his dick starting to harden and make his underwear uncomfortably tight. The other's touches almost remained on his skin, which made it hard to hold himself back. When he was on the bed, the sensation of the silky sheets against his skin further tested that control. His face was getting more visibly flushed as the sensations slowly started to take over, and his skin was getting slightly damp from sweat. He looked up at Martin, a slight sense of fear in his eyes as he felt like he was losing control of his body. Sure, he still had control of his nerves and his movements, but basically losing control of his sensations was starting to get to him. A damp patch slowly formed on his underwear where the precum was building up, and he even started feeling a wet sensation from his hole, like it was lubricating itself in anticipation of what was going to happen next. A slightly frightened whimper left his lips as he tried to focus on thinking of another question to distract himself.

 

"I-I feel... so hot..." he managed to say. But wasn't he thinking of a question earlier? He was confused, as the sensational overload seemed to be affecting his focus. It wasn't like what was coming next was a surprise; his body was already basically preparing itself for it. But he found it harder and harder to stay rational as time passed.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Martin had plenty of things to hide. Everything from his past to what this company really was, he had to hide it all from people. It was for the best, both for him and the people. There had been incidents where offering money wasn't enough. Long story short, there have been people missing. Very few were here as subjects, while others aided in giving organs, most of the time. The people who turned to the black market to save their life usually didn't care where the organs came from, as long as they would keep them alive. Of course, it was a bit sad, especially when good test subjects were sacrificed like this, but it was necessary.

 

Martin's gaze turned to the damp patch on Zane's pants, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Gently pushing the other down onto the bed, he removed his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. "Let me help you cool off." He murmured softly, slipping his cold hands underneath his shirt, removing that as well. Slowly running his fingertips down his chest to his abdomen, he leaned down to nip at his neck slightly. "Where do you want me to touch you?" He asked, running one hand down to grip his cock. Even if he asked, it seemed that the man did what he wanted anyway. "How about today we see how well you do with toys? Of course, if you'd prefer me, I wouldn't mind." He chuckled, breathing against his neck before biting again. It was amusing to see such reactions... This was definitely his favorite part of the job. He got to mess with people's minds and give them the best sex they could ever have. What could be better?

[クローバー (Clover)]

Zane could have sworn that Martin asked him something, but his mind was too hazy from the drug to really comprehend what was being asked. Before he knew it, he was on his back with the other man over top of him, his fingers gently teasing the surface of his body. Eventually, the scientist's hand found its way to Zane's dick. He got to the point just as quickly in sex as he did in life, it seemed. There was another question that Zane somehow could make out more clearly. It had to have been something about whether he wanted toys or the real thing, but his mind was so clouded by lust that both sounded good at this point. He let out a little cry of pleasure as Martin bit his neck, one of his most sensitive places. It was no big surprise that Martin knew exactly where to bite to get him going the most. After all, it seemed like his body was giving him most of the information he needed and wanted. Zane could only look ahead as Martin's head was situated on his shoulder, keeping him from looking around the room to try and distract himself with something else. Just when he felt like there was nothing to say, his mind seemed to reach an answer that would satisfy both of them.

 

"I-I don't care which one it is... I just want something inside me..." Zane said. But wait, that wasn't what he was thinking about responding with... Was he starting to lose control of himself? He tried to think about what he was going to say before, but he couldn't remember it. Maybe it was, again, a product of the lust that was clouding his mind. Or could it have been that this drug was a lot more complicated than Zane gave it credit for? The thought of losing his true self to this drug was absolutely terrifying. The thought of a general substance that could make someone your sex slave with one pill scared him even more. What if this study was just a ploy in the prostitution market? No, it couldn't be. Martin did run a legitimate test of a pharmaceutical product in its developmental stages on him just the other day, so this had to be a legitimate medical study. But apart from that, there were so many other questions that Zane wanted to ask, but his brain wasn't letting him ask out loud. If only he had contact with the outside world. If only he could ask someone close to him about whether this was okay or not. Even this moment of worry didn't last very long, as the sensations Martin was giving him flowed back through his body, possibly with even greater force than before. The ideas of having either a toy or the scientist's cock inside of him was starting to sound a lot better as he continued to descend into depraved lust.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Zane's words were exactly what Martin was waiting for. With a smirk stretching across his face, the man pulled away just enough to look at his test subject. "That's a good answer." He praised the other, lightly squeezing his cock. Before starting anything else he reached out for a blindfold, tying it around Zane's eyes. "This way you'll be able to feel everything even better... Now remember, if you don't like anything, just tell me." He smiled, although Zane couldn't see his expression anymore. Finally their game could start!

 

Martin started off with a thick, ribbed vibrator, pushing it into Zane's asshole after lubing everything up thoroughly. He switched it on the highest setting immediately, relishing in the reactions he got from the other. His moans, his sweet cries of pleasure, god it was music to his ears... "Try not to faint, sweetheart." He chuckled, leaning down to tease his nipple with his teeth while harshly stroking his cock. Martin intended to make Zane go near crazy this time. While the line was very thin, between sanity and blissful craziness, he knew how to see it. He wouldn't cross it... At least he hoped he wouldn't. "Do you want more inside of you?" He asked, moving his mouth to the other's ear, nipping and kissing at his neck while he waited for his answer. This company could've easily turned into one selling humans as sex slaves for people. Perhaps that should be where they put test subjects no longer good for actual tests. It could be something to look into. Besides, just selling drugs as strong as the ones he was using now would bring in a lot of money. Most of it would probably be illegal, and even very much so, but what they were doing with humans wasn't exactly legal either... It didn't seem like Martin cared about it too much, though.

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Before Zane could even explain what the drug had done to him, the world went black as a blindfold was tied securely around his head. Martin's words seemed to melt together like gummy candies in the hot sun because of the overwhelming lust overcoming Zane's body. He wasn't sure why Martin didn't just take his glasses away, since he was blinder than a bat without them. Before he could continue questioning the situation, Zane felt a liquid being spread over his entrance, and shortly thereafter, a thick object was gently touching the ring of muscle. Zane's body tensed up, anticipating what was going to come. When the object started pushing into him with more force, what little of Zane's logical mind was left tried to keep his hole from being stretched to the point of breaking, but the lube on his asshole and the object made penetration that much easier. When the object was fully sheathed inside him, Zane felt it start vibrating strongly. The new sensations washing over him made him cry out in pleasure, not caring whether anyone could hear him or not. Then, Zane could feel Martin beckoning over him, gently nibbling on his nipple and stroking his rock-hard length. It wasn't even five minutes into the test, and Zane felt like he was ready to burst already.

 

"I-I'm... already close!" Zane cried out, wishing he could see what was going on. With the drug driving his sensitivity through the roof, any touch that the scientist gave him felt like it was on an erogenous zone. Within minutes, Zane was already cumming and screaming in ecstasy. However, when he thought he was done, his cock remained hard all throughout. It was like his body had forgotten that it had been made to orgasm and got aroused all over again. He couldn't see where his fluids went, and he could only hope that they didn't dirty Martin's clothes. Suddenly, he could make out Martin asking him if he wanted more. Zane's mouth went dry. How could there be more? His ass was already feeling extremely full with the massive vibrator shoved into it. Was this not even the biggest one that he had?

 

"M-more..." was all Zane could say in reply. At this point, the replies didn't even feel like his own. Was this drug unlocking a side of his personality that he didn't know he had?

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Martin's skin covered with goosebumps at the first cry of pleasure from Zane. He would never grow tired of that sound. He knew the pleasure was almost too much to take, it would drive the young man mad if he wasn't careful. Martin knew how to hold himself back from actually hurting his test subject - the question was did Zane know how much he could handle and what would end up being too much for his mind and body. He came quickly, though that was to be expected. He was incredibly sensitive, and still far too inexperienced to fight back against the drug. The only setback was that bits of his cum got on Martin's lab coat, though he didn't even notice. It was very likely that he would only take notice of that after their "test" ended.

 

"Whatever you want." Martin murmured, the smirk on his face almost audible. He reached out for a small bullet vibrator, slicking it with lube as well before slowly stretching Zane's asshole further, just enough to slip the little toy in. It may have looked small, but it was incredibly powerful. He adored using it, honestly. Switching it on, Martin puled away a bit, his hands placed firmly over Zane's thighs. "Do you like it, love?" He purred out the question, moving down to press harsh kisses to his neck, biting mercilessly to leave bright bruises. "I'm going to let you cum two more times... How do you want to cum?" He asked, his lips right against Zane's ear. He intended to start mentally breaking Zane until he couldn't live without Martin in his life. Those test subjects were the best... He absolutely loved them.

[クローバー (Clover)]

The small bullet vibrator was pressed flush up against Zane's prostate and vibrating at full force. Zane cried out, his body already pushed back to where it was when the first vibrator went in. This drug was a dangerous substance. Zane was glad that he was in this controlled environment where nobody could see him. Deep down, he felt incredibly shameful for how needy his body had become. He felt like he'd become like one of those cheesy porn actors who looked like anything could pleasure them to the point of climax. In his body's state of heightened sensitivity, how couldn't he resist? His body felt hot all over, and even the sweat on his body wasn't cooling him down. Before he could answer Martin's questions about how he wanted to be made to cum, he was already cumming again just from the vibrator being put inside of him. Zane had no time to catch his breath since the drug pulsing through his veins kept him aroused and sweating like a pig. His gaze fell on Martin, whose smirk was undeniably one of the sexiest sights he'd seen in his life, and he began to find the composure to answer his question.

 

"I... I want you..." Zane said. "Take the toys out and fuck me... Please..."

Though Zane was under the impression that he was acting against his will for most of his time on the drug, the way he asked Martin to fuck him seemed oddly... natural. It wasn't like his mind was rejecting it, even in the darkest pits where his normal conscience was being pushed into. Were these desires beyond what the drug was making him do? If they were, had he felt like this from first meeting Martin? Zane wasn't sure. It had only been a couple days, but living in isolation from his busy university life made the hours feel like days and the days feel like months. He'd only been in this kind of captivity for a couple days, and he was already developing strong physical attraction to Martin. There was still a lot that had to happen before Zane could ever think of this as love, but as far as he knew now, Martin was the only one he wanted at the moment and the only one who could satisfy him fully in his state. Just after finishing his response, Zane could feel himself starting to slip in and out of consciousness. He gave Martin a desperate, starved glance.

 

"H-hurry... I don't think I can last much longer..." He said.

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"Oh... I guess there's only one time left." Martin sighed out as the other came again. It was a bit of a shame, honestly. It didn't mean the test would end when Zane came again. He'd just have a cock ring on from that point onward. Zane's words, however, surprised him a little bit. Who was he to refuse, though? With his smirk only widening, he pulled Zane up, turning him over so he was on his fours, ass up. "You're acting like such a good boy..." He whispered, pulling the toys out hurriedly. Unzipping his pants, the scientist pulled out his throbbing cock. "Try to stay conscious for as long as you can... I won't stop the testing so soon this time. If you faint, I'll just wake you back up." He murmured against his neck before roughly slamming inside. He didn't waste any time, beginning to work his waist harshly, pounding straight into his prostate like a wild animal in heat. Zane would get what he asked for.

 

Roughly gripping onto his hips, the man pressed his lips against the back of his neck, hungrily kissing and biting down his spine, leaving light bruises here and there. He'd already broken Zane, wasn't it perfect? He just had to keep his body in one piece... Yet begging was his biggest weakness. He couldn't resist the voices of his perfect little pets when they asked for something so desperately. Martin was growing crazy with power. Pulling the younger's ass up even more, Martin began going even harder, possibly enough to actually cause pain, but the drug would override any pain and make it into pleasure. He adored this... He really, really did.

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Zane wasn't even sure where he was or what was going on now. The whole thing felt like a dream, but Zane was completely awake and aware the whole time. Why his body was still behaving like this was beyond his comprehension. Thinking in itself was getting very hard at this point. He still felt like he had a shred of his conscience left, and it was telling him that what he was getting into was turning into a very dangerous game very quickly. Sure, he knew about the underground nature of the proceedings at the facility, but the new fears bubbling in him were more about his own well being and his identity. In one of his psychology classes, Zane had read a huge article about cult indoctrination, and Martin seemed to be doing a lot of what the articles said. He had gotten him to say yes to a seemingly harmless activity: participating in a study. He'd showered him in attention during the first test, and past that point, he was keeping him secluded from society and managing his resources strictly, but nowhere in the process was he giving the promise of any reward. Could this really be called a cult if there were no rewards involved? Zane didn't have much time to process since his thoughts were cut off by being turned over.

 

All he could do was stare at the scientist's impressive length, mouth agape. Though he'd taken Martin's cock before, the drug seemed to restore the newness of the sight. Just as quickly as it was taken out, Martin's cock was already inside him and hitting his g-spot with deadly accuracy. Zane's cries were getting hoarse as his voice was strained from being made to make so much noise. At this point, he was completely consumed by his pleasure. His cries wantonly spilled from his mouth with little regard for anyone else who could be passing the room. Tears spilled down his face as pain and pleasure melded together in a marriage that he didn't think was possible. He wasn't even sure why he was crying, but he figured that it was because the sensations were overwhelming his body. All he could wonder was how he'd let himself get into a situation like this. He was getting faint from the physical strain from the test, but both his brain and Martin told him to try to hold out until the end. He wasn't sure why, but he figured that maybe if he held out long enough, he'd experience the return of his senses. But how would he be able to function after a test this physically taxing? He figured he'd probably find out eventually. All he had to do was make it through the test without fainting. How hard could that be? Perhaps harder than he thought initially. The colors of the room were already starting to warp ever so slightly. Zane tried his hardest to push through it, his mind focusing on the sensations of Martin slamming into him.

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Martin's mind grew hazy, as if the drug was beginning to affect him as well. His fingertips dug deep into Zane's flesh, holding his slim hips tightly, like a drowning person would hold onto a raft. The bruises wouldn't fade overnight anymore. In a way, they could be a reward - a memory of what he'd gotten for Zane. There wouldn't be any more rewards necessary. Soon enough, all the man would want would be sex. Mindless, rough, wild fucking. At some point Martin would be able to leave Zane alone in a room, tied up, with a vibrator in his ass driving him to his climax over and over and over again. Right until he passed out. Zane would be washed up, put to sleep, fed, and then the cycle would continue. The drug would become stronger and stronger, because his organism would grow used to it, and one day he would never be taken off the drug. By that time Zane wouldn't care about the outside world. His world would be sex. Nothing else.

 

Martin leaned down against Zane's back, roughly biting into the side of his neck while slamming straight into his prostate. "Don't you dare faint." He whispered, licking off the drop of blood that made its way out of the bitemark. "If you faint, I'll add another fifteen minutes to the test. I plan on going for another hour. So... If you faint thrice during that, you'll have to endure forty-five minutes more. Be a good boy and keep conscious for me. It'll feel good. I promise." His voice grew soft, as if he was talking to a child, or, more accurately, a pet. Martin kept biting Zane in various places, leaving hickeys and bright bruises all over his slim body, coloring his pale skin like a coloring book. "You're doing so well," He'd whisper from time to time, along with other praises. After Zane'd come again, Martin put a cock ring on him, this way keeping him from cumming again. From that point onward, Martin kept fucking Zane in various positions, with toys or his own cock. He placed a gag into his mouth after half an hour, blissfully listening to his muffled screams and cries. He put a pair of powerful nipple clamps on him as well, watching as his nipples, already bruised from being bitten and sucked on, erected, looking near painfully red. Martin tied Zane's hands behind his back, watching him struggle against the rope. If he tried to get out of it too much, it would just dig into his wrists, leaving bright burn marks. Not that Martin would mind. Oh, he intended to fully break Zane's mind. He wanted to get deep into his brain, leave his mark everywhere, not only outside. When the test, at last, finished, Martin removed all toys, along with the gag, and pressed a soft, warm, near-loving kiss to his lips. His hands, which clung onto his body so mercilessly, now were stroking each crease of his body, gently running over the marks he'd left. "You did so well. You've earned my love. Zane, I'll never let you leave me." Martin whispered softly against his ear, pressing a soft kiss right underneath it. If Zane tried to run away, he wouldn't be allowed anymore. If necessary, Martin would keep him to himself as a slave. He was ready to go that far.