“That does it for the skin fold measurements,” announced Ashley as she turned toward Beth. “Is there anything else we can do before we move on to the second set of photos?”

Beth looked through my study paperwork, reviewing the list of measurements that they were required to record.

“No, everything else has clothing restrictions, so we can go ahead and do the photos now,” answered Beth.

“What do you mean clothing restrictions?” I asked. “Does that mean I can get dressed now before you continue?”

“Um, no, not exactly, Jim,” answered Ashley with a laugh. “That’s just the language that they use in the study instructions. Sometimes the study guide is a little too formal and clinical in the way it describes things. It actually means just the opposite.”

“Jim, it means that the test subject is restricted from wearing clothing,” announced Beth, “-- any clothing.”

“That’s right,” added Ashley, “your jockstrap has to come off now!”

“Aw, hell, no,” I say in protest. “I already had to do that once today, and I’m not about to strip completely in front of you two.” As I spoke I felt a sudden twinge of movement within my jock.

“I’m sorry, Jim” said Beth, “but we don’t have a choice and neither do you. You volunteered for the study and you have to finish it, otherwise the administrators around here won’t be happy at all – with us or you. And Ashley and I already did everything that we could to make this easier on you. To be honest, we usually make the test subjects strip down completely immediately following the first set of photos. You should be happy that we allowed you to stay covered up for this long.”

“But Beth, I know both of you – doesn’t that make a difference? It would be really awkward to take everything off in front of you. It just feels wrong. I don’t feel I should have to do that.”

“I totally understand, Jim,” said Ashley, “but we really have to do this. Don’t worry, it will be alright. Here, let me help you.” As she spoke, she knelt down directly in front of me and grabbed the waistband of my jockstrap with both of her hands. She now looked up and smiled confidently at me. Without any other warning, she pulled the waistband away from my body before slowly and carefully pulling my jockstrap down to my ankles.

I was taken by surprise by her actions, but it seemed that there was nothing I could do about it. As she peeled the jock from my body, I positioned both of my hands in front of my groin in a vain attempt at modesty.

“Step out, please,” commanded Ashley. One at a time, I lifted my feet out from the jockstrap that was now around my ankles. Once my feet were free from the strap, Ashley picked it up and stood up with it.

“There, much better,” she said holding my jockstrap. “You won’t need this anymore until it’s time to leave.” She walked toward the door and hung my strap on a hook next to it.

“And Jim, just to be crystal clear,” said Beth, “I know you don’t like this, but you will need to uncover yourself, otherwise we can’t finish the study. So you might just as well get comfortable with the idea that Ashley and I will see you. And that means all of you.”

As angry as I was with this whole situation, at that moment I realized that Beth was right. There was no way to get through this without being seen by these two young women. Reluctantly, I moved my hands to my sides and allowed them to view my male anatomy. The two of them didn’t say anything to me. But they both took a quick peek down at my genitals before looking up at me and smiling. Remarkably, I was still flaccid.

“Alright then, let’s get on with the next set of photos,” said Beth.

“I don’t understand why you need another set of photos,” I protested, “especially like this.”

“Well, what they’ve told us is that the nude photos we’re about to take are the ones that they actually use during the study,” answered Ashley. “The more modest, censored ones with your jockstrap are taken in case they need to release some of the study materials to the public.”

The thought of someone looking at semi-nude photos of me wearing just a jockstrap suddenly flashed through my mind. But then I thought about the horror of a group of professors and students peering over the nude photos that they were about to take. I suddenly had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I realized just how embarrassing my situation was becoming.

They now instructed me to take my position against the background again. And once again I started by facing the camera with my feet together and my arms at my sides.

“And Jim,” said Beth as she moved behind the camera, “just relax and um, try not to get too excited, if you know what I mean. They don’t want any arousal photos for the study.”

Great, I thought to myself, now I’m being warned not to get hard. As if I had any control over that. Having these photos taken in a jockstrap was bad enough. But this time it was different. I was now completely uncovered and totally nude. Everything that identified my body as male was now freely dangling between my legs and exposed for the camera to record. I wondered who would see the photos. I didn’t think about this before when I was still wearing my strap. But now that I was totally nude, I thought about the people that would be viewing these nude photos. Would it be limited to a very small group, perhaps just the professor and a few carefully chosen student assistants? Or would a much wider audience have the opportunity to see my nakedness, perhaps even other students that I know? Would they pass judgment on me based on the size and appearance of my genitals? Would I become the object of scorn and ridicule, or praise and admiration? Would I become the subject of a cruel locker room joke, or the envy of lesser men?

The lights flashed and just as they did with the first set of photos, I was instructed to hold my arms up and away from my body to my left and right sides. Once again, the lights flashed and my nudity was recorded. Ashley now told me to place my feet on the red marks on the floor, spreading them apart in the process. Now with my legs spread, I felt more exposed than ever. After taking that photo, I was ordered to endure the final indignity while facing the camera, that of placing my hands behind my head. It was a uniquely embarrassing position to be in. With my hands behind my head, and my legs spread apart, it felt as if all attention was directed at my genitals. It was as if I was demanding that the viewer of the photo look at them and nothing else.

Ashley and Beth made quick work of the other photos. As I was ordered to do before, I rotated my body to the right in quarter turns, taking the same series of photos from both sides as well as with my back to the camera.