Six Soldiers and a scientist | MPoV

The fluorescent lights flickered above her, casting a stark white light onto her crisp lab coat. She had always felt more at ease in the sterile environment of her laboratory, but now she was standing in the middle of a remote military facility. The air was thick with testosterone as she looked around at the chiseled physiques and serious expressions of the soldiers surrounding her. Her nutrition supplement had caught the eye of the Department of Defense, and now she found herself thrust into the spotlight and out of her comfort zone.

She finally had the chance to test her supplement on six elite soldiers undergoing Special Operations Selection, a grueling three-week test of fitness that determined eligibility to begin a career in the country's most elite unit. As the six test subjects walked into her makeshift lab, something primal ignited in her. She couldn't take her eyes off the muscular soldiers forming a line in front of her, causing her to stumble over her words when she tried to speak. She knew they had caught onto her longing gaze, and she couldn't hide the raw desire that coursed through her.

She clutched her clipboard tightly as she approached each one in turn, administering the pills that could potentially change their lives. The soldiers swallowed them with varying levels of confidence—some eager, others more skeptical. But as the days passed and she observed their progress, she couldn't believe the incredible changes she was witnessing. Their physical and mental abilities were reaching new heights, surpassing even her expectations. This experiment may have started off as a simple test, but it was quickly becoming much more complicated for both her test subjects and herself. With this success, she could finally receive the grant she needed to pay off her student debt and make strides in reducing food insecurity around the world. But at what cost?

Each morning, she woke up before dawn to observe the soldiers during each round of grueling obstacles and challenges, known as "events." She watched from a distance, taking notes on their teamwork and endurance. When they finished each event, they came to her for a check-up. Her hands shook as she took their pulse and asked about any injuries or mental strain. Their sweat-slicked skin and muscular bodies ignited forbidden desires within her, causing her to struggle with maintaining a professional distance.

As the only woman on a remote military base, she could feel every male gaze directed her way. It both empowered and intimidated her. But when she observed her six test subjects, all she felt was a rush of admiration and sense of safety.

Their unwavering determination and resilience in the face of grueling challenges only intensified her attraction towards them. Historically, Ninety percent of the candidates washed out, but all six soldiers taking her supplement were still there, displaying far greater endurance than the control group.

After three grueling weeks of intense training, the soldiers were ready for their final challenge, known as “the culmination.” As she prepared to give them the last dose of her experimental supplement, she noticed something off. The men shifted restlessly, their faces flushed with discomfort and their eyes pleading for relief. One soldier cleared his throat, breaking the tense silence. "Doc, we need your help." Another soldier gestured towards his crotch, a look of embarrassment on his face. "We can’t get release and it won’t go down. We’ve tried everything—cold showers, ice, even taking matters into our own hands. But nothing's working. It hurts to walk and if we don't get relief soon, we won't be able to complete the culmination. Everything we've endured will be for nothing."

As she began checking their vitals, her eyes grew wide with horror. The readings were off the charts with arousal symptoms. —high blood pressure, heart rates, dilate pupils, mild sweating goosebumps when touched. But what caught her attention most was the clear sign of a potentially dangerous side effect—all the men had prominent erections. Their entire bodies were in a persistent state of arousal, a condition that could become dangerous if not satiated within the next four hours. She searched her brain for a solution, desperately trying to save her research and preserve her career. Her grant funding and student loans flashed through her mind, adding to the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She couldn't let these poor volunteers suffer any longer—their health and well-being hung in the balance.

But how could she possibly provide them relief without compromising her professionalism—and possibly her sanity? Her mind raced through the options.

Manual Stimulation. Perhaps she could make up some scientific reason, like collecting semen samples. She had latex gloves, surgical lubricant, specimen bottles, protective eyewear, and swabs should anything get on her clothes. This could release relieve them and leave her with some dignity.

Efficient, but latex handjobs? Not her wet dream.

What she really wanted was all of them. At once She had been dreaming about this since the day she got here. Her IUD, a small and forgotten sense of security, left her with other options. She knew they were clean from their medical records. They were never going to see each other after today, assuming she found a way to relieve them. They didn't even know her real name.

"Fuck it," she thought to herself. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves gave her enough courage to begin to feel out her next move. "Ok boys, drop trow, I'm going to have to examine the problem up close."