Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2006 10:29:30 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sperm Farm Chapter 3

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Sperm Farm

Chapter 3	The Contract


For the next five days Daniel eagerly picked up the post, and searched for
a letter that looked as if it came from Coming House.  He was just
beginning to think he had been rejected, when the letter came.

"Dear Daniel," it read, "Following your recent interview and assessment I
am pleased to say that analysis of your sperm sample proved satisfactory,
and I'm therefore able to offer you a contract as a donor.  In order for
the Contracts Manager to explain the Contract to you, and for you to read
it if you wish, please would you report to me at this office on Wednesday
next, at noon.  In the event that you sign the contract, you should be
prepared to remain at Coming House for at least the next forty days.  Do
not bring anything with you, other than enough cash to get you here.  All
food, drink, and clothing will be provided during your stay with us.
Looking forward to seeing you again, Melanie."

"Wow!" thought Daniel.  "I'm in the money!"  Today was Monday, and he spent
the rest of his time until Wednesday sorting out finances for his absence.
He rang his friend Bill, and asked him if he'd like to borrow his flat for
the next six weeks.  Bill, currently in digs, jumped at the offer.  "Where
are you off to?" he asked.  "Ah!  That would be telling," he said, darkly.

At noon on Wednesday, Daniel found himself once again in Melanie's office.
Melanie looked even more business like than before, wearing a close fitting
dark trouser suit.

"Sit down, Daniel," she said.  "And welcome to Coming Home.  I hope you'll
be staying with us this time.  Unfortunately our Contracts Manager has gone
off sick today, so I'll run through the contract with you myself.  Stop me
at anytime if you have a question.  Then, if you decide to sign, after a
few formalities, I'll take you through into the residential area, and hand
you over to the Induction Officer."

"OK," agreed Daniel, "go ahead."

"Right, the contract remains in force for forty days from today. During
that time you agree to make donations of sperm to what we call the "Wank
Bank" in accordance with an agreed programme."  "Hold on, what programme?"
asked Daniel.  "We'll discuss and agree that at the end," promised Melanie.

Continuing, she referred to her notes.  "You, as donor, agree to make the
donations under the strict rules of hygiene and verification as laid down
from time to time by Coming House.  At no time will you masturbate
yourself, or allow yourself to cum, except when making an official
donation."

"Blimey!" observed Daniel.  "I wouldn't think I'd have the need to add to
the official occasions!"  "Quite!" said Melanie smiling.  "You also agree
to wear the garments provided as prescribed for the occasion."  "OK so far,
then," agreed Daniel.

"Finally, there's a clause requiring you to obey any instruction given to
you by an Authorised Officer.  That includes Ejaculation Officers and their
Assistants, Trainers, and Personnel Staff, including, as it happens, me."
"You're not going to force me to do anything nasty, are you?" Daniel
smiled.  "No, course not!" grinned Melanie.  "Not until after you've signed
the contract, anyway!"

They both had a laugh, and then Melanie pulled out another document.

"Now we come to your personalised Donation Programme.  This is a draft
prepared by Colin and Janice, based on their assessment of you.  It will be
subject to tweaking from week to week, depending upon your performance."
"Fire away," said Daniel, eager to learn what was expected of him.

"They've pencilled you in for a daily donation at 7 am starting tomorrow.
How does that sound?"  "Daily?" gulped Daniel.  "I don't know if I'll be
capable of that!"  "Most men say that, but you'll get stimulatory help if
you have difficulty.  And it's like sports training – the more you exercise
the easier it gets!  Or so I'm told," she added.  "OK, then" agreed Daniel,
"I'll sign up to that."  "Believe me, that will on ly be the start, and
you'll soon improve on that frequency anyway.  For example, on Tuesday,
Colin suggests stepping up the rate by putting you in for an evening
session at 9 pm as well.  That will take you to the second weekend, before
which we'll review performance, and lay down the programme for the
following week."

I have to say that by your last week, you'll not get a lot of free time,
especially if you're assigned to the FEU, or Frequent Ejaculator Unit.  OK
so far?"

"You're beginning to get me worried," admitted Daniel.  "No need to worry.
In practice it works out that you take things at a pace that's comfortable
for you.  Tto simplify things, the formulae the Contracts Manager works on,
in conjunction with the Chief Ejaculation Officer, aims to achieve a
minimum of 100 donations per donor over the forty day period.  If a donor
has no difficulty in following the curve leading to that figure, the rate
is gradually increased until, in some cases, when the target of 100 has
been reached, the donor is assigned to the FEU.  With that comes a bonus of
£100 per ejaculation after the first one each day."

"Wow!  There's money to be had, then!" exclaimed Daniel.  "Yes, you take it
at your own pace, but there is an incentive there to hit the jackpot! "

"Well, as long as the programme is tailored to the individual's
performance, I see no objection to signing up to that."

"Finally, there's the penalty clause.  If there's any breach of the above
clauses, or behaviour that brings the establishment into disrepute, the
management of Ejaculation Unlimited may terminate your contract.  A
financial penalty equivalent to the cost of keeping you here and an admin
overhead will be levied against you, less a figure of £100 per donation
given up to that time."  "I'll be a good boy, I promise!" grinned Daniel.

"There's one other thing," went on Melanie.  "You have been selected to be
offered the Client Donations Clause in your contract."

"What does that mean?"

"If you agree, it means that at any time of day or night you can be called
upon to take place in a line up in front of a female or couple who are
seeking fertilisation on a more personal basis than the anonymity of a
sperm bank and a clinical insemination.  From the line up they choose their
donor. Such donations are not made in the usual way.  The sperm is taken
from the donor by one or both of the clients in a private room, under the
supervision, of course, of one of our Ejaculation Officers.  It is then
introduced into the female client by the male client in the donor's
presence, or occasionally, by the donor himself."

"Well, I'm not too sure about that.  Is that in addition to the laid down
programme?"  "Of course, but also there is an additional fee of £50 for
just taking part in the line up, and an additional £200 if selected and the
donation proceeds."

Daniel didn't hesitate.  "Count me in on that one!" he said.

"Well, I think that's all," said Melanie, laying out two copies of the
contract in front of him.  "If you agree, please sign both copies at the
bottom, after which you will not be permitted to leave the premises for the
next forty days, and will follow any orders given to you by all Authorised
members of staff, including myself."

There was a slight twinge of doubt, but it was so slight Melanie hardly
noticed it, as Daniel scrawled his signature on the documents.

Melanie briskly took them and put them in her folder.

"One of these will be deposited in the desk in your room," she said.
"Meanwhile, you will now pose for some shots for the Client Donor's
Gallery."

Daniel noticed that her attitude had subtly changed, and that instead of
requesting she was instructing.

"What's that when it's at home?" Daniel asked slightly facetiously.  "The
clients who come in for a donation are able to select five potential donors
for the line up from the photo gallery.  They then make their final choice
from the live line-up."

Melanie got up and led the way into the photographic studio off her room.
She locked the door behind them.  "I suppose you'll be wanting me to get
naked again?" he asked, resignedly.  "No, Daniel.  If I want you naked, I
can now order you to undress at any time anywhere on the premises, and you
will disobey at your peril!.  But the Gallery isn't a porn collection!" she
said.

She set up the lighting, and then handed Daniel a miniscule silk posing
pouch.  "I don't want you naked, I want you in this," she said, handing
Daniel a miniscule silk posing pouch.  "Get into that and stand on the dais
in the lighting," she instructed.

Daniel changed while Melanie re-arranged the lighting.  Melanie took his
clothes and put them in a locker, which he noticed she locked, popping the
key in her bra.

"First a couple of mug shots," she said, pointing the camera at Daniel's
face and clicking away.

"Now a general physique shot.  Flex your muscles a bit and move around
sexily," she said.  Daniel struck a number of sexy poses while Melanie
clicked away..

"That's all I need," she said, holding her hand out.  "Now I'll have the
pouch back, please."

"Sure," agreed Daniel, "Open the locker and I'll get changed back into my
clothes again."  "You seem to have forgotten you now do as I say!" smiled
Melanie sadistically.  "Now get that pouch off!"  "I'll take a chance on my
appeal on the grounds of gratuitous behaviour when you invoke the
disciplinary procedure under the contract!" Daniel laughed.  "Open the
locker, damn you!"  "Take the pouch off first!" she ordered. "or I really
will hold you to be in breach of your contract?" asked Melanie.

Daniel gave in, slipped the pouch off, and handed it to her.  She mad no
attempt to open the locker, but continued to busy herself tidying up the
equipment.  "You could at least show me yours!" he complained.  "I never
get to see anything interesting!"

Melanie stopped what she was doing and went over to him, taking hold of his
balls and squeezing slightly.  "You must be joking," she hissed.  "You're
here to do what I say, not vice versa.  And don't forget it!"

She finished what she was doing, and then got his clothes out of the
locker.  "You can put these back on in my office!" she said, walking
through to her desk.  Daniel scrabbled for his clothes, and fought his way
into them as fast as he could, lest anyone should come into the room.

"Think yourself lucky I'm not going to report you for insubordination and
indecent behaviour towards a senior member of staff," Melanie told him.
"But believe me, you'll get your punishment if our paths cross the other
side of the Residential Door!"

With that threat, she get up from her desk.  "Now I'll deliver you to your
Induction Officer," she said.


To be continued ...


Next: The Induction