Jane’s lunch that day was a banana and a container of Yoplait strawberry yogurt. She ate it at her desk in her cubicle of the big pharma company where she worked in marketing and PR for its blockbuster dick drug. It was interesting work, certainly lucrative and very important to the company, although she rarely told others — especially men — what she worked on. A divorcee since she was thirty, who had been through several unhappy dating relationships, Jane had enough of the suggestive replies over cocktails, thank you very much.
The World Sexology Conference — yes, that was actually its name — was coming up and Jane would be part of her company’s heavy presence there. So she was being cc’d on all kinds of sexuality studies and journal submissions that would be presented. Jane peeled the banana and nibbled at its tip as she opened her email to peruse the latest. This one was a study of another company’s drug meant to help with “rapid ejaculation,” the industry’s new preferred term for premature ejaculation.
Jane had become accustomed to seeing pictures of dicks and cum, always in a very clinical setting, as a matter of her job, but this one was something else. It was accompanied by video, not just still photos. In it, the test subjects were interviewed about their sexual experiences. Nearly all of them described a heavy consumption of pornography, the single men in particular. Some of them also talked about visiting escorts or strip clubs.
The guys in their twenties and thirties masturbated twice a day. The guys in their forties slowed their roll a little. The married guys confessed that jerking off in lieu of sex with their partners had damaged their confidence, if not also their performance, in bed. Jane found all of this titillating. The men were of various shapes and sizes, seated in a bathrobe with their face up and out of view.
The test subjects, there were two-hundred of them, had all been taking the rapid-ejaculation treatment for two weeks. A control group was asked to continue their masturbation and sex habits in that span. The experimental group was asked to abstain from all sexual contact.
Then, and this made Jane’s jaw drop, they were filmed. Yes, filmed. Gaining an erection and sustaining that erection through orgasm and ejaculation. Most of the men masturbated; a few even brought sexual partners (two were same sex!) and fucked them on an examination table as a time-stamp rolled on the screen, counting off how long they were going.
Oh yes, there was audio. That was the best part. She put headphones on, so as not to disturb the rest of the office floor. The video itself was very clinical, the audio was what was pornographic. Men panting and groaning into their girlfriends’ ears; the grunting cacophony of a gang-bang porn movie playing on a screen off-camera. One guy literally unfolded a copy of Penthouse and talked dirty to the pictures while he jacked off. Jane could barely believe what she was watching. The video kept going and going, each test subject. She was sopping wet as she scrolled through it all.