Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2010 15:22:01 -0400 From: James Miller Subject: The Male Enhancement Center, Part 1 Andy finished unpacking his things in the small private room that was to be his for the next three months. Along with his classmates Ryan and Dan, he had been selected, of all the of-age males in his area of the state, to advance to the next stage of testing. He sat on the edge of his bed, and took a deep breath. He thought back to the thorough, invasive, and at times humiliating testing procedures that had brought him to this point: due to declining fertility rates across the last forty years, every American male was subject to mandatory genetic and fertility testing during his seventeenth year. In his home state of New Jersey, testing at the local level was systematic and no-nonsense--halfway through their junior year of high school, all males spent a week in makeshift testing clinics. For the first three days, Andy and his classmates underwent rigorous physical testing in areas such as strength, endurance and speed, through races, weightlifting events, and carefully observed team sports. After one day of sleep and behavioral studies, the entire class had spent three full days undergoing the real purpose of the clinic: reproductive examinations. A dozen different doctors had prodded and examined his body head-to-toe, with each performing a different yet equally thorough examination of his genitalia and sexual maturity. He'd had his body hair sampled and examined, his prostate checked and milked for any pre-seminal fluid, his scrotum and testes palpated, and his penis...well, every guy in his class made jokes about it, but the stuff that had to happen to each of their penises was definitely the hardest part of the whole ordeal. Each of them had been masturbated to erection and ejaculation at least four times a day, with their semen collected after each orgasm in a vial by the technician assigned to them. On the final night, an "ejaculatory stress test" was performed, in which each young man was masturbated to six orgasms, back to back, while his vital signs were recorded. Andy shuddered as he remembered how swollen and red his dick was at the end of that procedure, and the piddling, clear few droplets of that last ejaculation. Two weeks later, he received a letter in the mail ordering him to report to the state treatment center for the next phase of testing . His family seemed pleased; only the most fertile and physically qualified young men in each area were selected for this, and of the thousand boys in his class, they'd chosen only three: Ryan Brady, Dan Ferrara, and himself, Andrew Dane. Andy didn't really know Ryan and Dan--they'd had a few classes together, but certainly ran in different crowds. Ryan was very much a jock, while Dan hung out mostly with the student government kids, and Andy primarily stuck with the drama and arts crowd. In thinking about the other two boys, Andy noted some similarities between the three of them: they all had broad chests and were "early bloomers," hitting their growth spurts around 11 or 12, and all around 6 feet tall. All three also were pretty hairy, with Andy being the sparsest with a full covering of light-brown chest hair that tapered into a trail on his belly and into his crotch. Ryan was at least partially Irish, with fair-colored skin and green eyes, but curly, dark brown hair in a thick mat over the front side of his torso. And Dan, who came from hardy Italian-American and German stock, had thick, coarse black hair everywhere, front and back. He hadn't really had a chance to see them in the more intimate parts of the clinic procedures back at the school, but he knew they'd also arrived at the treatment center the same day, and he had a feeling they'd be getting to know one another a lot better as things proceeded. Andy finished unpacking in his small room and changed into the provided uniform for boys in the program: a form-fitting blue t-shirt and dark blue pair of shorts. No underwear or footwear were provided, and Andy noted that there seemed to be a "port" of some sort at the front of the shorts, with a solid plastic ring around the genital area. He didn't know what this would be for, but he put the shorts on as instructed, and found them extremely comfortable and supportive around his equipment. A small blue light pinged above his door, the instructed signal to leave the room. Andy had read the orientation packet, and while everything was quite straightforward, he still had a little bit of that "new day of school" feeling of awkwardness. He opened his door and stepped out into the hallway, and found, to his left and right, Ryan and Dan. The three of them sheepishly looked one another over. "I guess they're grouping us geographically," Dan said. Andy immediately noticed the cluster of dark hairs that pushed past the collar of his t-shirt, and the upwards-tucked bulge within the ring of his shorts. "I think it's time for the orientation assembly. It's good to have some familiar faces around," remarked Ryan. His thick facial hair grew fast, and he already had signs of five o'clock shadow despite it just being late morning. The three boys followed a series of blinking lights down a white hallway into a central meeting area that looked like a clean, large movie theater, with close to fifty oversized, very comfortable looking white reclining chairs in front of a raised platform with an examination table on it. As they entered the room from their hallway, fifteen other trios of boys also filtered in, each the selected three from their area of the state. Andy took notice of the obvious sexual signs of maturity in each of the young men; altogether, the group of 48 boys represented a highly virile and physically mature collection of specimens. Each chair had a boy's name in a plate on its back; Dan, Andy and Ryan all sat in a row, as the other boys sat down in their chairs. When everyone was seated, the lights dimmed, and two men entered onto the examination platform. One was dressed in a long white lab coat and medical scrubs, and the other was dressed, much like the boys, in a t-shirt and pair of specialized shorts, despite appearing to be in his late twenties. "Good morning," said the man in the lab coat, "My name is Dr. Christopher Welch, and I'm the chief medical officer here at the New Jersey Male Fertility Restoration Center." He was a short, wiry man in perhaps his late thirties, with a neatly groomed black beard flecked with gray. He gestured to the man in the shorts. "This is my associate, Dr. Brian Mullen." Dr. Mullen had sandy-brown hair and a friendly, almost goofy sense of physicality. He waved to the young men with a grin. "For the next six months, we're going to work with you to optimize your reproductive potential," Dr. Welch continued. "You're the most viable candidates in your age group throughout the state, and if we're going to restore the reproductive capabilities of the country within this generation, we'll need your full cooperation." Dr. Mullen stepped forward and took the floor. "Some of what will happen here might seem embarrassing or intrusive, in that we'll be examining, enhancing, and continuously observing how your bodies work--and yeah, specifically, your cock and balls." The group of boys all laughed nervously at Dr. Mullen's attempt to lighten up the tension in the room. "The long and short of it is, you're all going to see each other naked a lot, you're all going to get your junk looked at a lot, and you're all going to cum...a lot. And most of our treatments are designed to give you the best sperm count and highest reproductive function possible for men your age. The function improves, but a nice side effect is that it also is pretty pleasurable, all things told. By the end of your time with us, you'll view sex, and hopefully, what's possible in terms of an orgasm, completely differently. " Dr. Welch took over. "We've prepared a short demonstration for you. Dr. Mullen here is a former candidate of the program from ten years ago--his sperm is some of the most potent in the country, and has been used in over 200 in-vitro fertilizations. He's graciously agreed to take time off from his day-to-day duties as one of the technicians who will be working with you to assist in this demonstration." Dr. Mullen hopped up on the examination table, and removed his t-shirt to reveal a well-furred and defined chest and stomach. "We're going to demonstrate for you today a basic sample session, so you can get an idea of the procedures that you'll be experiencing over the next few months." Dr. Welch wheeled a cart with several shelves' worth of devices and equipment right next to the table. He pulled several electrodes from the cart, and began attaching them to points on Dr. Mullen's torso. "These electrodes provide vital sign data and also supply a mild electrical stimulus to key muscle groups." A small headband with several blinking lights was placed on Dr. Mullen's forehead. "This visualizer provides stimulation to the brain's pleasure centers, which both enhance and quicken the inevitable conclusion of the procedure." Within ten seconds of the visualizer's placement, Andy noticed a sizable bulge in Dr. Mullen's shorts. He began to feel a tingle in his own crotch, and, in looking over at Dan, realized he wasn't alone. Dan was sporting a full-blown erection inside his shorts, and from the look of things already was producing a little bit of pre-cum, as a wet spot spread across the front of his near-transparent shorts and revealed the dampened pubes underneath. "With those other elements in place, it's time to engage the genitalia," Dr. Welch approached the table, and unbuttoned the fly-front of Dr. Mullen's shorts. His penis and scrotum were pulled through the built-in ring in the shorts, and were framed within the plastic circle. "This port in the front of your shorts provides both easy access for the numerous procedures and a mounting bracket for the equipment we'll often be utilizing in those same procedures. We'll often require you to be completely nude for purposes of access to your entire bodies, but for general, regular use, this port will be used frequently." Dr. Welch had grabbed a cloth dampened with sterilizing fluid from the cart, and wiped down Dr. Mullen's genitals. Andy noticed that Dr. Mullen had huge balls, and his entire scrotum was covered in a patch of sandy brown hair. His penis was semi-hard and about eight inches, with a thick foreskin covering the tip. A pool of pre-cum was already visible inside the foreskin, which impressed Andy, as he didn't know that was possible without a full hard-on. "As you can see, Dr. Mullen is uncircumcised, like many of you," Dr. Welch continued. "We'll always retract the foreskin before continuing." Dr. Welch gently pulled back the foreskin, and Dr. Mullen grunted in response to the sensation. His erection immediately stiffened completely, and the accumulated pre-cum ran down the shaft. "Dr. Mullen has generated plenty of self-lubricant, and has achieved full erection, meaning we can proceed. Today's procedure will be a basic, baseline milking. About once a week, you'll be emptied completely of your reproductive fluids, as we'll be testing them and performing enhancement procedures on your genitals. While you'll be ejaculating in one setting or another almost every day, this procedure ensures that everyone is on the same baseline testing level at the beginning of the week. It's a rapid-fire system designed to induce six to nine orgasms in a two-hour period, through stimulating the patient via manual, electrical, and mentally-induced means. The last two orgasms will typically be dry, but intensely pleasurable." Dr. Welch grabbed a black ring with what appeared to be circuitry embedded in it from the cart. "This is a standard stimulation ring." He gently guided the head of Dr. Mullen's penis through the stimulation ring, and pressed it all the way down his penis to the base. He pulled a cord from the cart and attached it to both two points on the port and one on the stimulation ring, and then flipped a switch on the cart. The port and stimulation ring lit up, and Dr. Mullen's penis swelled even larger, "HUHN, HUHN, HUHN!" Dr. Mullen involuntarily grunted in lust as his genitals surged with stimulants. A new gush of pre-cum poured out of his piss-slit, running down his shaft and soaking his balls. Andy looked at both Dan and Ryan's crotches, and saw that all three of them were extremely turned on by this display, with Ryan in particular weeping pre-cum at an alarming rate. He saw Dan grip the armrest of his chair as his cheeks flushed and he turned bright red, trying to hide his arousal at viewing the handsome doctor in such a state of pleasure. "With all of that in place, we add the final two pieces," Dr. Welch continued. "The first is the collection sleeve." Dr. Welch pulled what looked like a condom packet from the cart, and unwrapped it. It was pretty much like a weirdly shaped condom--very narrow and tapered near the mouth, with a puffed-out cap. He rolled it onto Dr. Mullen's penis, where it clamped right underneath the glans. "This will collect the entirety of Dr. Mullen's sample." Dr. Welch firmly masturbated Dr. Mullen for several strokes, and the room full of boys watched the obvious physical tension through his entire body as his penis was manipulated. "Uuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," moaned the young doctor, as a pool of clear fluid filled the bottom of the condom-cap. "He's about ready to produce; just one final step." Dr. Welch produced a syringe full of a bright orange fluid from the cart, placed one hand on Dr. Mullen's very hairy stomach, and inserted the needle at the top of Dr. Mullen's pubic bone, right above the penis. "This is a powerful stimulant that temporarily disables the male refractory period," Dr. Welch explained. "Once administered, the subject is able to ejaculate without any genital fatigue." He pushed the plunger down on the syringe and the contents flowed into Dr. Mullen's body. Dr. Mullen jerked, and a sudden spurt of pre-cum flew from his penis and into the air. A series of gasps and murmurs worked their way through the crowd of boys in front of the demonstration; Dr. Welch noted that almost every man in the room had an erection at that moment. Dr. Welch stepped back and looked at Dr. Mullen, who had broken into a full-body sweat. He grabbed a remote from the cart. "Let's begin." He pushed a button on the remote. All at once, several things happened. First, the lights on the stimulation ring all flashed blue, while the lights on the visualizer on Dr. Mullen's forehead flashed green. Dr. Mullen's eyes flew open as he began to grunt loudly, and the muscles of his torso and pelvis flexed uncontrollably. His scrotum grew drum-tight, as his penis flexed upward and testicles retracted into his body. "URRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH," he cried. And then, he came. His piss slit opened wide, and a river of semen poured forth from his penis, splashing audibly into the oversized condom-cap. Andy counted fourteen pulses of fluid from the heaving organ, and then Dr. Mullen fell back against the table, breathing heavily. Clear fluid continued to leak from his penis into the condom cap. "Again," said Dr. Welch, as he pressed the button on the remote. "HuuuuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHN! UH! UHN!" Dr. Mullen flexed even harder, as his penis produced another copious ejaculation. The condom cap was almost half full at this point, and at the end of his mighty orgasm, Dr. Mullen fell back against the table. "Again." The button was pressed once more, and Dr. Mullen's penis swelled even further as another torrent of semen flew out into the cap. Andy noticed that this time it was a lot less white, and a lot more transparent overall. Andy marveled at the sheer volume of the output, and wondered what it would feel like to produce that much seminal fluid. He had a feeling that, one way or another, he was going to find out before too long. "Ugh, shit, ugh..." he heard from his left, and saw that Ryan was spasming in his chair. The crotch of his shorts was completely soaked through and transparent with pre-cum, and his large penis heaved under the fabric. Suddenly, his penis heaved and thick white semen started flowing through the fabric. The poor guy had ejaculated without touching himself, in his shorts. "We've got a leaker," Andy heard from one of the doorways. Suddenly, a bearded, friendly-looking technician rushed up, and immediately opened the front of Ryan's shorts. He pressed a button on the side of a chair, and straps quickly bound Ryan by the arms and legs. He immediately took a small gasmask out of his backpack, and placed it over Ryan's nose. "Breathe deep," he instructed. Ryan did so, and immediately, his body flushed as his penis swelled enormously as another blast of cum flew out, seeping through the front of the shorts in a pool of thick white jam. The technician smiled and removed the mask. He pulled a six–inch wide canister out of his backpack, and pulled out Ryan's still-spasming penis and testicles. He pulled back Ryan's long foreskin and gave the ejaculating organ several rubs with a lubricating fluid before attaching the cylinder to Ryan's port, with his penis secured in its center. "Awwwww--ugh!" Ryan yelled, as the technician pushed a button on the top of the canister, pressurizing it. Ryan's penis swelled within as it continued to spew forth fluid into a receptacle within the device, and the technician lifted up Ryan's shirt and injected a syringe of the orange fluid about an inch below his furry navel. Ryan's head flopped back as his penis continued to ejaculate. Dr. Welch observed from the platform, as he tapped the button again and Dr. Mullen's penis erupted once more. "Young Mr. Brady appears to have a bit of a hair trigger," he chuckled, "but you're all about to experience a little bit of this yourselves. Please sit back and relax, and the rest of the morning should be quite pleasurable." He hit another button on the remote, and all of a sudden, Andy found himself bound to the chair, as did the other boys in the room. He looked over at Dan, who had a look of panic on his face while dealing with the intense lust created by his penis surging against his straining shorts. A squad of technicians entered the room, with one assigned to each cluster of three boys. The technician had finished with Ryan, whose penis continued to fire without end into the cylinder. Ryan's eyes had rolled up into his head as he flopped in his restraints, and Andy could see his testicles rising and falling in rhythm with his continuous orgasm. "I'm Tom," the technician said to Andy as he opened the fly of his pants. "We're going to be spending some time together." He pulled out a small rod with what looked like a rubber pouch on one end, a small stimulation ring, and two electrode pads. While Ryan over there is experiencing the pressure cylinder, I think we'll start you today on the urethral rod, with a little e-stim." "Uh, what does that mean?" Andy said, as Tom pulled his penis through the port of his shorts and began to smear a lubricant over the hardened shaft. Andy felt a sudden surge of horniness, and realized there must be a drug of some kind in the lube. Dan's eyes grew wide as he watched his classmate being fondled by the medical professional, and he knew he was next. "This small rod is hollow in the center," Tom explained. "I'm going to insert it into your urethra and then activate it. These two pads provide stimulation to your testicles, and will result in what we call a `resistant ejaculation,' where pressure is applied into your ejaculatory channels to increase the force of your output." Tom's firm hand grabbed his penis and gave it a squeeze. "Wow, firm. You're going to have a good time here." He placed the rod at the tip of Andy's penis and began to push. Andy expected pain, but aside from the unusual pressure, he found it intensely pleasurable. As the rod slipped into his throbbing cock, it sort of felt like an orgasm in reverse. Finally, the rod had extended into the root of his penis, and Tom attached the electrodes to each of his testes, with wires running to a small panel in the chair. After all this was set up, he picked up a syringe, this one filled with blue fluid instead of orange. "While Ryan over there got the endurance formula, we're starting you on one that really maximizes fluid output. " He pulled up Andy's shirt, revealing his hairy stomach, and pushed aside the pubic hair to find a patch of clear skin. He injected the syringe's contents into Andy, and then activated the rod and pads. All at once, Andy felt his crotch surge with energy, as if every muscle in his groin contracted at once. "AAAAH AAAAH AAAAAAH!" he cried, as a fountain of semen flowed up through his jerking, electrified penis, into the receptacle at the end of the rod. It just went on and on--he felt like he was pissing cum, and it just didn't stop. He felt his testicles grow heavy and full as sperm production increased, a sudden effect of the blue fluid. Sweat flowed down his belly hair and soaked his shorts, already moist with pre-cum. All he could think about was continuing to cum, and his body thrashed against the restraints as a river of white fluid flowed out of his cock-head and into the container. Tom smiled as he looked at Ryan and Andy, both lost in the throes of the most intense sexual moments of their young lives. He turned to Dan. "Alright, you, sir, get the edging treatment today. We're going to overstimulate your penis to the point of extreme arousal, but inject you with an agent that will prevent you from ejaculating until the right moment. Tomorrow, we'll move on to different enhancements for each of you." Tom picked up a green syringe as he pulled out Dan's penis, which was thicker than the other two boys' members. Dan's extreme hairiness meant that he even had hair on the shaft of his penis, which Tom noticed was a little bit rare. He squeezed the head of the penis open, and stuck the tip of the syringe directly into the urethra before injecting the fluid. Dan immediately felt like he was being jerked off from the inside, and moaned loudly as the fluid reached his prostate. It was like he was just on the edge of cumming, but couldn't quite get over the edge. "Alright," Tom said. "Now that that's applied, it's time to get you good and horned up. I'm in a hands-on kind of mood, today." And with that, he placed three silver discs on Dan's belly, one on each testicle, and, reaching into Dan's shorts, one just behind his balls. He tapped an activation button on each of these, which caused explosive feelings to course through Dan's cock. "EEEEEEEEI!" he shouted, as a fountain of pre-cum fired from his penis. Try as he might, though, he couldn't orgasm. Pre-cum, however, rocketed out of his penis at an alarming rate. "Buddy, this is going to be the handjob of your life," Tom laughed to himself, as he wrapped his hand around Dan's shaft, and began snapping the foreskin up and down over the glans of his penis. The discs centered and intensified the pleasure, and Dan's huge balls churned in their retracting sack. Dan looked over and saw Andy's penis continue to explode with another wave of semen, as what looked like a full cup of semen sloshed around the pressurized unit on Ryan's crotch. His two classmates had sweated through their shirts, revealing their hairy, soaked chests as they continued to orgasm repeatedly. Dan looked up at the table as Dr. Welch pressed the button again, and Dr. Mullen screamed in what sounded like pain. He saw Dr. Mullen's penis swell with in the ring and continue to throb, but nothing came out. Dr. Mullen's orgasm went on for a full minute of dry-pulses before Dr. Welch took his finger off the button. Dan stared down at his own penis, as Tom massaged his belly with one hand and vigorously stroked his penis with the other. He had never produced this much pre-cum in his life, and his shorts were drenched. He noticed that Tom's hairy hands and arms were also covered in the sticky, clear fluids of his emissions, and he wondered for a moment what would happen when he came, before losing himself to the sensations in his cock. As tended to happen to the technicians during the process, Tom's own penis began to pour semen into a condom-like sheath inside his pants. He smiled as he picked up the pace on Dan's cock, which burped string after string of pre-cum over his entire forearm. Dr. Welch looked at the room of 48 boys, each young, hairy and virile, and the various technologies at work on each of them. He listened to the chorus of grunts and soft beeps throughout the room, each beep signaling a moment of ejaculation. Over the next six months, these boys would be trained and enhanced to produce the most viable semen possible, to ensure the continued fertility of the United States. He looked down at Andy in the front row, and watched as the tip of the rod inserted in his penis turned white as another splash of semen flooded the containment pouch. Andy screamed in pain and pleasure as another jolt roared through his testicles and his prostate began to pump his fourth ejaculation through his penis. Dr. Welch remembered being in that chair himself, twenty years ago, as one of the first boys in the state to go through the process. As he pressed the remote again, activating Dr. Mullen's twelfth orgasm, he felt an involuntary, spontaneous orgasm overtake him, He grunted and unloaded into the hidden receptacle in his shorts, as his own, incredibly hairy penis and testicles produced a thick, fertile load of extremely dense hyper-semen. He looked over at Dr. Mullen, who had completely filled the oversized cap with his fluids. He gave his colleague's balls a gentle tug as he removed the full receptacle and gently massaged his shaft. It was going to be a good year, he thought to himself, as he watched the technicians continue to harvest sperm from the boys. Indeed, it was going to be a very good year.