Martín, a young and ambitious office worker, was going about his day as usual when his boss, Adam, summoned him to his office. The usually stoic and composed Martín couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease in his stomach as he made his way to Adam's office. As he walked through the busy hallways, he overheard whispers and murmurs about a "special study" that was being conducted, and how some lucky employees had been chosen to participate. Little did he know that he was about to become part of that study himself.
When he finally arrived at Adam's office, he knocked on the door and poked his head inside. "You wanted to see me, Adam?" he asked. Adam, sitting behind his desk, smiled warmly and motioned for him to come in. "Ah, Martín. Good, you're here. Please, have a seat." Martín took a seat across from his boss, wondering what could possibly be so important that Adam needed to speak to him alone.
Adam cleared his throat and began. "Martín, as you know, I've always valued your hard work and dedication around here. That's why I wanted to bring you in on something really special. You see, the company has been chosen to participate in a groundbreaking study by the local health department." Martín raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "They're looking for volunteers to take part in the study, and I thought you'd be perfect." Adam explained "I don't know the particular but It's supposed to increase the productivity of the employees dramatically, so I think it would be a great opportunity for you."
Martín felt a mix of surprise and flattery. "Me? Why me?" he asked. "Well," Adam continued, "you're young, and ambitious, and I should mention that there are some... incentives down the line for participating." Martín raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Oh?" Adam continued. "At the end of the year, if the results of the study are positive, it could lead to some major advancement for you in this company".
The idea of potential career advancement did give him pause. He had been working hard and hoped for opportunities to grow within the company. This was his chance to prove himself and make a difference.
Martín nodded, thinking it over. He didn't want to disappoint his boss, and he was intrigued by the prospect of career advancement. He thought about it for a moment, then looked up at Adam. "Alright," he said, "I'll do it."
A look of relief crossed Adam's face. "Really?" he asked. Martín nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll do whatever it takes to help the company and further my career."
With that, Adam smiled and clapped his hands together. "Excellent! I knew I could count on you. I'll let the health department know you're in. They'll be in touch with us soon to go over the details."
As Adam made the arrangements, Martín couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and unease. He knew this was a big decision, and he wasn't quite sure what he was getting himself into. But he was determined to make the most of it, for his sake and the sake of his career.
The next week passed in a blur. Martín was busier than ever, as the health department began their assessment of the employees and the company's work environment. He was interviewed several times, and his physical health was monitored closely. He even had to undergo some strange medical tests that he had never experienced before. It all felt very surreal, but he tried to stay focused on the end goal.
Finally, the big day arrived. Martín was called into a special meeting with Adam and two representatives from the health department. He took a deep breath as he entered the room, trying to calm his nerves. Adam was sitting at the head of the table, looking solemn, while the health department representatives were on either side of him.
"Good morning, Martín," Adam began. "As you can see, we have Mr. Wong and Dr. Miller here today. They're both highly respected professionals in their fields, and they're here to start implementing the study." Martín nodded, feeling a mixture of nervousness and anticipation. "Now, as we discussed earlier, the study is designed to improve your productivity and overall well-being. In order for that to happen, we need you to be fully cooperative and honest throughout the process."
Mr. Wong, dressed impeccably in a suit, spoke up. "Yes, that's right, Martín. We're going to be making some changes to your work environment and routine. Some of these changes may seem strange at first, but we assure you that they're all backed by extensive research. Our goal is to help you reach your full potential."
Dr. Miller, an african-american man with a warm smile, continued, "As part of the study, we'll be monitoring your physical and mental health very closely. We'll be providing you with some devices to wear that will track your activity levels, sleep patterns, and even your moods. This information will help us tailor the program to your specific needs."
Martín nodded, feeling a bit uneasy at the thought of being constantly monitored. "Of course, we understand that this might feel a bit intrusive at first," Mr. Wong added, "but please remember that it's all for your own good. We want to make sure you're happy and healthy while you're working with us."
"The first step IS signing this consent form," Dr. Miller said, sliding a document across the table to Martín. "It just formalizes your agreement to participate in the study, and outlines the specifics of what we'll be doing." Martín nodded, took the form, and skip-read through it. It seemed reasonable enough. He signed it and slid it back across the table.
"Very good," Mr. Wong said with a satisfied nod. "Now, we're going to start by..." He was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Jacob, a coworker, poked his head in.
"Ah, Jacob," Adam said, "Please, come in. Martín has just signed the consent form, and we're about to begin the process of improving his work environment and routines. Jacob, you already know Mr. Wong and Dr. Miller from the health department. They'll be working closely with you and Martín over the next year."
Martín turned to Jacob, surprised and confused. "Wait, what? You're part of this too?" he asked, feeling even more uncertain about the situation. Jacob nodded. "Yeah, apparently they need someone to keep an eye on your performance and make sure you're following the program," he said, shrugging.
Dr. Miller cleared his throat. "Jacob here will be your...I suppose we can call him your mentor, of sorts. He'll be working closely with you, monitoring your progress, and providing feedback to us. We think it's important for you to have someone you know and trust guiding you through this process." Martín glanced at Jacob, not sure how he felt about having Jacob thrust upon him.
Mr. Wong, sensing the tension in the air, stepped in. "There's no need to worry, gentlemen. This is a unique opportunity for both of you. We believe that, with Jacob's help and the guidance of the health department, you can achieve great things. And who knows? Perhaps, at the end of this year, we'll be looking at not one, but two improved employees." He smiled reassuringly at them.
Martín nodded, trying to muster some enthusiasm. "Right, of course. I'm just...a bit surprised, that's all."
Jacob chuckled. "Trust me, I get it. It's weird having your subordinate suddenly become your supervisor, I guess."
Martín started "What? My supervisor? You work under me!"
Adam smirked. "Well, technically, for the duration of this study, Jacob will be in charge of your progress. We're just trying to make things more efficient and effective for everyone. But don't worry, Martín, I'm sure at the end of this year, you'll both be back to your regular positions."
Martín was shocked. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Martín had gotten Jacob his job
at the company, had been his mentor and guide, and now it seemed like everything was being turned upside down. He felt a combination of anger, frustration, and betrayal welling up inside him.
Adam noticed the tension between the two men and decided to step in. "I understand this may be a bit of a shock for both of you," he said, "but remember, this is a unique opportunity for growth and development. We believe that, by working together and supporting each other, we can help you both reach your full potential."
Mr. Wong said, "well, I think it is time to explain to Martín the particularities of the study he has volunteered for."
"The name of the study is "The Impact of Sexual Satisfaction on Office Productivity,". Its purpose is to investigate the correlation between employees' sexual well-being and their work performance. As part of this ambitious project, a team of researchers, doctors, and supervisors set out to select a group of individuals who would serve as subjects for their study".
Martín was confused and concerned. He understood the concept of the study, but he wasn't sure how they expected to measure sexual satisfaction and its impact on his work. "I don't understand," he said, looking at Mr. Wong. "How are you going to...you know...measure that? And what does any of this have to do with my job?"
Dr. Miller, sensing his unease, explained, "Well, Martín, with this study we are trying to prove that workers who don't engage in sexual activities Will redirect their energy and frustration to their jobs, thus increasing productivity".
Martín interjected, "so you want me to, what?, refrain from having sex for a year? I don't think that's going to happen. I mean, I understand the concept of self-control and all, but come on, that's not realistic."
"Actually, that is exactly what IS going to happen.", Mr. Wong responded confidently . "In order to prove our theory, we need to make sure that you are completely abstinent from all forms of sexual activity for the duration of the study."
"In order to ensure your compliance, we will be installing a chastity cage on you. This is a special device that will physically prevent you from engaging in any form of sexual activity, including masturbation. It's made of medical-grade stainless steel and is completely safe to wear for extended periods of time."
Martín's eyes widened in surprise and horror. "You can't be serious! You want to lock me up like an animal? I won't be able to even take a piss without asking permission!" he exclaimed, feeling a mix of anger, fear, and humiliation welling up inside him.
"Actually", Dr. Miller interjected, "urinating won't be a problem as long as you sit down when you need to go. The chastity cage has been designed with that in mind. As for the other concerns you have, I assure you that we will be monitoring your well-being closely throughout the study. There will be regular check-ins and opportunities for you to discuss any issues or concerns you may have."
"So i won't be able to take out the chastity cage for any reason?" asked Martín, his voice shaking with disbelief and fear. "What about if I have to go to the doctor or something? Or to wash up?"
"The chastity cage is designed to be worn at all times, except during specifically designated removals for hygiene purposes," explained Dr. Miller. "Jacob, as your supervisor, will be given a key to remove it during these times, and it will be monitored to ensure that you do not attempt to tamper with it or remove it for any other reason."
Martín's heart sank as he tried to process this information. He couldn't believe that he was being asked to do this. He felt like he was being treated like a lab rat, like his entire life was about to be put on hold for the sake of some experimental study. He glanced over at Jacob, who seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a little too much. "I don't know if I can do this," he finally managed to say. "I mean, it's just...it's not right. There has to be another way."
Dr. Miller nodded understandingly, but her expression remained firm. "I understand your concerns, Martín," she said, "but I assure you that this is the only way to properly test our hypothesis. We've spent months designing this study, and we're confident that it will provide valuable insights into the relationship between sexual satisfaction and workplace productivity."
Mr. Wong leaned forward in his chair, his voice taking on a more persuasive tone. "Look, Martín," he said, "you're an ambitious young man, right? You want to make a name for yourself in this company? This is your chance. This study could be the key to proving yourself, to showing everyone just how dedicated you are to your career. And who knows? Maybe in the end, you'll even find it liberating, you know, to focus all that energy on your work."
Martín couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in his stomach. He knew that he should be grateful for the opportunity, but the idea of being locked up like an animal, unable to control even the most basic aspects of his life, was terrifying. He looked around the room, hoping for some sign of understanding or support, but everyone seemed to be taking it all in stride. He let out a long, shaky breath and tried to gather his thoughts. "I need some time to think about this," he said finally. "Can I have a moment to myself?"
"Actually, no. You have already signed the consent form. You agreed to participate in this study, and you understand the conditions. There will be no changes to the protocol," said Mr. Wong, his voice firm. "Now, let's talk about the timeline. The study will last for a period of one year. During that time, Jacob will be your supervisor and caretaker. You will both be required to maintain detailed logs of your activities, including work productivity, sleep patterns, and any changes in your emotional state."
Martín felt like he was being backed into a corner. He couldn't believe that he had actually signed the consent form. He felt a hot flush of anger rising in his chest as he looked at Mr. Wong and Jacob, realizing that they must have known how he felt all along. "This isn't fair," he muttered under his breath. "I didn't even have a choice."
Dr. Miller, sensing Martín's discomfort, tried to reassure him. "I understand your concerns, Martín. But remember, this study is for the greater good. It has the potential to change the way we think about workplace productivity, and about the role of sexuality in our lives. You have the opportunity to be a part of something truly groundbreaking."
Jacob, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying the power trip a bit too much. "Well, Martín," he said, grinning, "I guess you better get used to the idea. I'm going to be your new best friend for the next year. We're going to be spending a lot of time together, so you might as well get used to my face."
Martín nodded, his stomach churning. He couldn't believe this was actually happening. He glanced around the room again, hoping for some sign of understanding or support, but everyone seemed to be focused on their own tasks. He let out a long, shaky breath and tried to compose himself.
Dr. Miller cleared her throat, his expression sympathetic. "Well, I thinks it is time for us to proceed. Martín, can you please follow me?" He led him down the hall to a small, sterile room where a metal table lay in the center. On the table was a tray with various medical instruments, as well as a small, intricate device that Martín recognized as a chastity cage. His heart sank as he realized that there was no escaping this ordeal.
Jacob followed them into the room, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't worry, Martín," he said, clapping him on the shoulder a little too hard. "I'll be here to make sure everything goes smoothly." He turned to Dr. Miller. "Do you want me to help?"
Dr. Miller nodded, his expression professional. "That won't be necessary, Jacob. This procedure should be simple enough for the two of us."
"Now, I'm going to need you to remove all of your clothing and lie down on the table, Martín," Dr. Miller said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Martín hesitated for a moment, his heart racing. He couldn't believe this was really happening. But he knew there was no point in fighting it anymore. Slowly, he began to undress, folding his clothes neatly and placing them in a pile at the foot of the table. His skin prickled with nervousness as he lay down on the cold, hard surface, feeling vulnerable and exposed.
Jacob watched with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as Martín struggled to maintain his composure. He could tell that the younger man was terrified of what was about to happen. It was almost as if he could sense the power dynamic shifting between them.
Dr. Miller, meanwhile, carefully took the chastity cage and positioned it at the base of Martín's penis. "This may be a little uncomfortable," he warned, "but it will only take a moment." He proceded to attach the device, making sure it fit tightly. Once it was in place, he secured it with a small lock and key.
Martín gasped as he felt the cold metal press against his sensitive flesh. The discomfort was almost unbearable, but he tried to remain calm and still. He could feel Jacob's gaze burning into his genitals, and the man's presence seemed to make the situation even more surreal.
"There you go," Dr. Miller said, stepping back to observe his handiwork. "That should do the trick. You'll be incapable of having an erection or engaging in sexual activity for the duration of the study."
Jacob grinned, obviously pleased with the result. "And if you try to cheat, we'll know about it," he added, his voice dripping with confidence. "The monitoring system is state-of-the-art. Nothing gets past it."
Martín felt a shiver of fear run down his spine at the thought of being constantly controlled. He wanted nothing more than to escape this nightmare, but he knew there was no way out. For the next year, he was trapped in a bizarre experiment, with no control over his own body. The only thing he could do was try to endure it and hope that the year would go by quickly.
