Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2010 10:53:44 -0400 From: James Miller Subject: The Male Enhancement Center, Part 2 "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Andy exclaimed, and slumped back in his chair. His penis had ejaculated the last of his semen, and, after one last dry orgasm, the equipment shut off and he felt his entire body relax in a heap. He looked to his left, where Ryan had stopped cumming several minutes earlier. Tom, the technician, was carefully removing the cylinder full of semen from his groin. He sealed up the container and gave Ryan's balls a brief rub in their super-tight scrotum. Ryan whimpered as a last spurt of murky jizz flowed out of his cock. Tom moved over to Andy, and gently pulled the stimulation rod from his urethra. He dumped the contents of the collection sleeve on its end into a collection vial, and then delicately moved his foreskin back over the head of his penis as he patted his crotch dry. Andy's eyes rolled back in his head, as a stream of post-orgasmic drizzle flowed out of his foreskin, over his balls. Tom tousled Andy's hair, and then moved over to Dan. "Alright, my boy, time for the end-game." Whereas Ryan and Andy's first treatments were designed to coax a series of rapid-fire orgasms from their genitals, Dan's initial procedure was very different. His penis had been treated with a process that caused a perpetual near-orgasm for the last hour, but did not allow him to ejaculate. A set of electrostatic stimulators placed on his genitals and behind his testicles created a series of muscular fluctuations and pulses. Unlike his friends, no receptacle had been placed on his dick. The result of all this was that Dan was flopping in his chair and pulling against the restraints, in the worst sexual flush of his life. "HUUUUUR! UHNF! AAAAAAAH!" He cried, as his penis shot a stream of pre-cum up past his stomach, where it landed on his sweat-soaked shirt. He was clearly overheated, and his entire crotch was soaked in foamy, runny-pre-cum. His penis just throbbed and throbbed as his sexual heat continued. His testicles remained loose in their sack, bouncing up and down with each spasm of lustful, drug-induced agony. "Easy my boy, easy," Tom said soothingly. First, he cut Dan out of his shirt, revealing his thickly-furred chest and belly. His penis continued to burp out pre-cum as Tom attached two more stimulation discs to his nipples. He then reached into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a wide-mouthed collection vial, and wrapped his hand around Dan's penis. Dan's eyes went wild as he thought about finally, finally cumming. "Here we go, Dan. Time to release." Tom began rapidly jerking him off once more, as he tapped the stimulation disc right above his penis three times. A high-pitch whine hit the air, and Dan's scrotum retracted suddenly, almost disappearing against the underside of his hairy shaft. "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURGH!" He let out a deep-voiced moan as his urethra swelled to an impossible volume, and semen rocketed forth. It was the whitest, thickest semen Tom had ever seen, and Tom tipped the collection vial's wide mouth to collect all of it. It just kept pouring out of the young man's cock, as Tom jerked him off with a super-tight, fast rhythm of strokes. Finally, it was over, and the orgasm was complete. Dan had released the same volume of semen as Andy had--the difference, of course, being that Andy's had accumulated over nine orgasms, and Dan's fluids were released all in one climax. Ryan put them both to shame, with a total of over 100 ccs of milky-clear semen produced. "Attaboy," Tom cooed, as he wrapped a cool towel around Dan's overheated organ, and gave each testicle a thorough examination along the spermatic cords. He noticed no damage as the boy continued to pant. He looked over at Andy and Ryan and noticed that both of them had finally gone soft, with huge pools of post-ejaculate collecting on their crotches. Both of them had fallen into a deep sleep, and as Tom removed the last of the sensors from Dan, he watched as the boy's head slumped forward into unconsciousness. He noticed, with a chuckle, that Dan's hairy penis remained erect, and continued to trickle pulses of shiny clear fluid. This one was going to love what was coming up. Tom looked up to the stage, where a series of doctors were observing Dr. Mullen's genitals. The demonstration session was an important part of orientation, Tom knew, but it took a lot out of the 28-year-old physician. Dr. Mullen was passed out, as Dr. Welch removed a very full condom sheath from his penis and deactivated the stimulation ring. One of the foundations began a gentle massage of Dr. Mullen's penis and testicles, and Dr. Welch inserted a syringe full of relaxants into his anus to relieve his overworked prostate. Dr. Mullen's chest and pubes were matted down with a mixture of sweat and pre-cum--his dark, copious body hair looked even thicker when covered in the fluid. His chest rose and fell with his slumbering breathing, and Tom remembered, fondly, Dr. Mullen's work as a technician on him five years ago, when Tom himself was a 17-year old selected teen at the center. Dr. Welch wiped his hands off and looked over the room of 48 boys, each bound to their chairs, each having just released the full contents of their reproductive systems and in various states of unconsciousness. He hit a button on his remote and the restraints folded back into the chairs. "Alright, technicians," he announced. "Time for a quick emptying before we reset." Due to the stimulants pumped into the air throughout the facility, the accumulation of sexual release in the room took its toll on every man there, regardless of age. A series of panels slid aside on each of the hall's walls, revealing several openings. Tom smiled as he walked toward one of these "glory holes," and opened his fly. He looked to his left and Edward, another technician, and Teddy, one of the physicians, had done the same. Teddy, a redhead, was flushed all over, and clearly needed a release. Edward's pale face and dark beard always looked perfectly calm and collected, and Tom remembered that, even seeing him ejaculate as a boy, he'd never seen him really grunt or thrash while dropping a load. All three of them pulled out their penises and removed the full condom sheaths inside, which collected the inevitable spontaneous ejaculations that came with being in a room during these procedures. Each carefully dumped the contents into a separate vial on their belts, before retracting their foreskins and inserting their softened penises into the holes on the wall. Dr. Welch, his team of physicians, and each of the 16 technicians were each now attached to a space on the wall by their genitals. Dr. Welch inserted his thick penis into the wall and shouted to the room. "Full release in three, two, one--"--and with that, he hit a button on the remote. A small electrode quickly slipped behind each man's scrotum and sent a zap of current through his crotch. "UHNF," shouted Tom, as a watery load poured out of his penis into the equipment in the hole. He saw Teddy's legs buckle and watched the shaft of his penis, covered in red-brown pubes, surge with fluids as they emptied into the receptacle. Tom reached out a hand and put it on his ejaculating buddy's shoulder, steadying both of them. Edward's penis jutted out from his curly dark body hair, and was clearly swollen with the onset of his cum, but he looked as calm and placid as if he was just taking a piss. A moment later, every man had come--it was part of the procedures of the first day that no man left the hall with a "fully loaded gun." One by one, each professional removed himself from his hole, zipped up his pants, and began organizing the samples collected from themselves and the boys. Once this was done, each boy was carefully transported by gurney back to their rooms, and a nocturnal receptacle cuff was attached to their genitals. This consisted of a sheath, series of electrodes, and a clamp underneath the glans, which would generate a high-pressure sample of semen at the onset of REM sleep, after each boy had had a little time to recover. Tom set up Ryan and Andy first, and then brought Dan back to his room, where he carefully brushed aside his body hair and made sure to connect the equipment properly. As he was leaving the room, he heard a "MMMMF" from behind him, and turned to watch the sleeping boy's first wet dream in the facility, as a splash of semen flowed into the nocturnal receptacle. His furry belly heaved up and down as his penis thrashed within the tight equipment on his crotch. Tom was stunned--usually, after a full draining, a natural orgasm was impossible for days, but this kid had just had an unassisted wet dream, less than five hours after a complete release. His reproductive material was going to bear watching, he thought to himself, as he closed the door behind him and headed to the lab to analyze the results of the boys' emissions.