Date: Fri, 14 Jan 2011 20:14:44 -0500 From: James Miller Subject: The Male Enhancement Center, Part 3 Two weeks had passed since the boys' arrival at the center, and they were all settling into a routine. Their technician Tom had been right—most of the enhancement procedures were intensely pleasurable, and the results were already beginning to show. Andy's sperm count and ejaculate volume had almost doubled, with Dan and Ryan only slightly behind that. Andy was also pretty sure his balls had gotten bigger, but he had no scientific basis for that as yet. On top of the sexual experiments and rigorous routines, the boys had a light course-load of standard senior high school classes to take, and plenty of rec time for physical activity, It had led all 48 boys to really develop a sense of camaraderie with one another; Andy really liked most of these boys from around New Jersey, and mused to himself that he'd never have met all these people from different cliques and backgrounds if not for their one unifying trait of advanced physical development. It was early Monday morning, and Andy had just had breakfast in the cafeteria. He had about an hour until his first procedure of the day. He winced a little as his scrotum twitched; on Saturday, he and the other boys had had their third weekly baseline milking, in which all available semen was forced out of them through multiple, back-to-back ejaculations. Following the draining, different procedures were executed, to take advantage of changes that could only be accomplished when the reproductive system was voided—Andy's newly-emptied scrotum had been soaked in a nutrient bath, which was supposed to stimulate testicle function. For the last two days, it felt like someone had dipped his nuts in alka-seltzer—they kept tingling, and he was horny as hell. Andy walked past one of the procedure labs, and, out of curiosity, ducked his head in. He recognized the three boys inside as three from one of the regions up north. Sean was skinny with dark brown hair that faded to red on his stomach, crotch, and legs. He'd been playfully marked by the other boys as one of the biggest dicks in their group—it was easily around eight inches, flaccid. He was also one of only a handful of boys at the center who were circumcised, due to a problem with foreskin retraction when he was fifteen. Patrick was dirty blonde, with broad shoulders and a thick, muscular chest covered in curly light-brown hair. He was more than a little bit goofy with a fun-loving personality, and liked to joke that his balls lacked a thermostat—no matter what, they dangled halfway down his thigh, even when it was chilly in the labs. And then there was Brent, with whom Andy had actually made pretty good friends over the last two weeks. Brent was quiet and sort of thoughtful, and built like a linebacker—he was around six foot, a little pudgy, with the beginnings of a beer belly covered in golden hair. He was hairy everywhere—his blondish body hair shined under the overhead lights that were omnipresent. Andy had developed a strong sense of connection to Brent because of the weird closed-offishness present in most of the other boys—even though each and every one of them was subject to the same invasive genital exams and procedures, there wasn't a lot of frank talk about what was happening to them. Brent and Andy had had long talks about how frankly weird all of this was; everyone was, of course, happily complying with the procedures due to the legal implications and societal need to increase reproductive capabilities, but there's something a little odd about 48 teenage boys ejaculating together, repeatedly, in front of doctors for months at a time. Brent had a great sense of humor about it, and he and Andy had struck up a fast friendship in the showers after the second baseline milking. Brent had caught Andy staring at his still-erect penis, and made a joke about "the elephant misbehaving" as he skinned back the foreskin to wash behind the corona. And that was that--a little laughter, and the boys were fast friends. Today, Brent wasn't laughing. All three boys were strapped down, face-down, on positionable clear Lucite tables. A large piece of machinery was on the other side of the table, obscuring their crotches except for a clear, jock-like section in the center, in which their penis and scrotum was mashed against the glass. Sweat stained the tops of all three tables; Brent's backside faced the door, with the other two boys positioned facing forward at a forty-five degree angle. Ted, their technician, stood by them; a series of wires were connected to their foreheads, and their eyes were shut tight, their brows damp with sweat. Ted wandered over to Brent and put his hand on his head. Andy saw a whole mess of wires connected to the back of Brent's neck, and another attached to the hairy spot right above his butt. Ted rubbed a spot just below Brent's Adam's apple, and with his other hand reached between his legs and did something to Brent's balls. And that was enough to set something off--Andy watched as Brent's furry ass-cheeks clenched, and his back arched as his chest leapt from the Lucite table. "HRRRRRR. HRRRRR! HRRR!" His ass continued to flex, and Andy looked over to see the clear plastic patch over Sean and Patrick's penises suddenly get coated with clearish pre-cum, and then flash white with fluid. Sean's bright blue eyes flew open, while Patrick bit his lip and whimpered to himself. Their hairy bodies pressed against the Lucite surfaces, looking like they were orgasming on the decks of glass-bottom boats. The sensors on their foreheads were vibrating and blinking rapidly, obviously inspiring an extreme mental sexual response. Quickly, the event was over for the two of them, and the white fluid drained from the crotch panel into a receptacle on the strange device. Sean and Patrick quickly fell against the Lucite, panting heavily. Andy returned his gaze to Ted and Brent; unlike his two classmates, Brent was still in the throes of sexual agony. Ted's right hand continued to manipulate Brent's testicles, in what was now an urgent massage motion, and his left hand had picked up a vibrating wand, which he held to the front of the clear jock cup and pressed up against the glans of Brent's penis, through the Lucite. Brent's back flexed again, and he let out a loud hiss of breath as his entire body shook. "Easy, guy. I know it's painful. I'm sorry." Ted whispered to him gently. Andy, with more than a little worry, thought to himself that it sounded like someone talking down a frightened animal. "What's wrong?" Andy finally said something, cutting through the tension in the room. "Uh, you shouldn't be here," Ted said, as the redheaded technician held his hands against Brent, who continued to quiver with enough force that Andy worried he was seizing. "If you don't want people poking their heads in, close the door," Andy knew he was getting a little bit snippy, but his friend was in pain. He was short on small talk. Ted pursed his lips, as he continued to rub the shaking, tense boy by his side. "Brent's a bit chemically difficult," Ted finally said. "We're trying to find the right balance with him, but his enhancement techniques sometimes go a little off-kilter. He's got the highest sperm count out of all of you though, so we're doing everything we can to avoid sending him home and flunking him out of the program." "What's the problem?" Andy stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. "It looks like the techniques thus far have changed the consistency of his reproductive fluids," said Ted, as he continued to massage Brent's balls from behind and apply the massaging wand through the Lucite cup against his penis. "Combined, his semen's taken on a paste-like consistency that causes a lot of pain and occasional blockages. It's hard for him to actually ejaculate it." Brent flexed again, and grunted loudly. Ted sighed and began unhooking the restraints that bound Brent to the Lucite table. "Hey, as long as you're here, help me get him down." Andy stepped over nervously, and put his hands on Brent's back as Ted released the last of the straps. Brent slipped off into Andy's hands, and Andy struggled under the weight of his hairy, sweaty friend. As the naked, stocky blond boy fell against him, Andy saw that he was clearly semi- or unconscious, with his eyes closed and the veins in his temples throbbing. As Brent's belly-fur peeled away from the lucite and his crotch separated from the extracting device, Andy gasped--and watched a ridiculous amount of pre-cum drip from Brent's throbbing crotch to the floor. It looked as though someone had painted Brent's genitals in clear, gooey syrup. His dick looked angry, as it pulsed with every heartbeat and continued to weep pre-goo. Andy could see what looked like a small bulge halfway down the shaft, like when a snake swallows an animal. "Urgggggh," Brent moaned, and another pearl of sap fell from his glans and trickled down his hair-shrouded balls. "Help me get him over to the exam table," Ted said. "We'll need to massage him to completion." Ted and Andy walked Brent over to an exam table on the far wall, and laid him down on his back. "Get between his legs." Andy obeyed. Ted reached into his pocket and handed Andy a strange shaped plastic instrument, with a loop on one end, a circular pad in the center, and a long curved banana-like white flange. He took the loop and ran it down Brent's hard shaft, and gently threaded his scrotum through the bottom of the loop. "Here. Place the pad right behind his scrotum, and then insert the rest into his anus." Andy did as he was told, and soon Brent's furry crotch was bound up in the strange apparatus. "What I'm going to need you to do is to hold his scrotum and massage his testes where the spermatic cords connect." Ted guided Andy's hand onto Brent's balls, and showed him exactly where he should touch. All it took was contact for Andy to really see what was wrong here; Brent's scrotum was feverishly hot, and he could feel each ball throb in its hairy pouch. He began to rub the spermatic cords between his thumb and forefinger, as instructed. He watched as Brent's thighs flexed, and his penis thrust into the air, desperate to impregnate something with his pent-up seed. "With your other hand, place pressure on the disc behind his scrotum." Ted placed Andy's hand right behind Brent's balls, and Andy pushed with his index and middle finger against the disc on the yolk of the equipment. "Push hard." Andy did, and he felt the disc grow hot in his hand, as Brent let out a moan. "Uhhhhmf," he whined, as a globby rivulet of clear fluid spat out of his penis and cascaded down his shaft, coating the hairs on the back of Andy's hand. "If you're all set, I'll get started." Ted steadied himself by placing one hand on Brent's fur-covered stomach and then wrapped his left hand around his thick, swollen penis, He began by softly rubbing the bulge in Brent's urethra. "AAAAAAAh, it hurts!" Brent screamed, suddenly awake and lucid. The clear fluid running from his penis turned slightly milky. Ted quickly reached for what looked like an epi-pen and held it to Brent's jugular before pulling the trigger. Brent's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oooh," he murmured, as his head rolled back and his body tensed up further. "It's a drug that simulates the last thirty seconds or so of a nocturnal emission," Ted explained. "He'll be completely out and in a sexual fantasy, which will make this easier for us." He wrapped his hand around Brent's shaft and began stroking again. The masturbation treatment went on for three minutes, as Andy continued massaging his hairy friend's testes. Finally, a change seemed to be occurring; Brent's scrotum pulled tight against his body, and his testicles seemed to almost go completely inside their cavity. "We're close—here he comes." Ted gently pulled Brent's foreskin all the way back, and with his other hand began twisting Brent's glans like he was trying to start a fire. "Unnnnf. Unnnnnf. UNNNNNNNNNNNNGH!" Brent's body flopped like he was possessed, and his penis swelled again. And all at once, he started cumming and cumming. First, Andy saw what looked like a soft white marble emerge from the end of Brent's penis and fly onto his stomach with a dull splat. Then, his entire body spasmed as a geyser of white fluid flew into the air and began covering everything in sight. It landed in clumps on Ted, Andy, and Brent's hairy stomach—and, as it landed, Andy saw that it had a lumpy, pudding-like quality and dried quickly, like Elmer's glue, into a harder state. "Christ," he thought to himself. "That has to be so painful." Ted continued jacking the erupting cock, as Brent's tongue wagged out of his mouth in his unconscious state. His penis continued to fire in hard, explosive spurts for almost a minute, coating his hairy chest, his technician, and his assisting friend. Finally, it was over, and Andy watched as the goo, which aside from its color didn't resemble semen at all, rolled down Brent's torso. Ted scooped up a sample of it into a pre-labeled wide-mouthed jar, and placed a cap on it before dropping it in a sample chute in the nearby wall. Andy, meanwhile, watched his friend breathe heavily. Brent's erection had collapsed like a popped balloon, and rested heavily on his dense pubes, dripping a river of semen into them as his chest heaved up and down. Under his body hair, Andy could see that his naked friend still had a full-on sex flush, and his skin glowed a bright pink as he snored slightly in a post-orgasmic blissful slumber. "Wow," said Andy, as Brent's foreskin snapped up over the tip of his softened penis. "Is he gonna be ok?" "Sure, it's just a little intense. He'll be back to normal in a day or so," Ted responded. He took a towel and brought it over to the nearby sink, where he thoroughly dampened it. He began wiping up the solidified semen all over Brent's torso. The sleeping boy moaned slightly as Ted wiped off his soaked pubes and belly hair, before wrapping the towel around his penis and tugging gently. "All right." He then pulled what looked like a set of paintbrush bristles about 8" long out of his pocket, attached to a 2" metal rod. "See how thick his semen gets when it clots? That's part of the problem." Ted tapped a button on the end of the rod, and the bristles stiffened up. Ted grabbed the end of Brent's penis and began feeding the bristles slowly into his urethra. Brent moaned again as Ted continued to push the device into his cock. Finally, all that remained was the metal rod peeking out beyond his foreskin. Ted placed one hand right above Brent's penis and pushed a button on the rod. Andy immediately heard a noise that sounded just like an electric toothbrush as Brent flopped around on the table and began sweating. Ted held the rod steady for a good thirty seconds or so before hitting the button again and quickly removing the device. Brent exhaled deeply, and Andy watched as the bristles were pulled out from his penis. He saw large, chunky white flecks throughout the brush instrument, as if something solid had been chiseled away. "Whoa, was that his semen?" "Everything's too thick—we had to clean him out, or there'd be a problem." "Uhhhhhhf," Brent exclaimed, and suddenly, a milky clear river of fluid poured from his urethra, all over his stomach, and onto the table. "Hey, there we go!" Ted said as he smiled. "Looks like his fluids have balanced out, behind the clog. He's gonna be ok." He took another vial and began to milk the soft penis into the container, loading it up to the fill-line before capping it and depositing it for analysis. He then finished thoroughly cleaning off Brent's sticky, coated crotch and body with a warm towel. Andy caught his own breath as he listened to Brent's snoring, and looked over at Sean and Patrick, who were both also asleep on their Lucite tables, following their tremendous ejaculations a few minutes earlier. He wondered when he was due for such a forceful expulsion; some of the procedures on him thus far and been a little rough, but nothing like this. "Don't worry," Ted smiled at Brent's sleeping body. "You'll figure out what it feels like, soon enough. It won't be that bad, I don't think you're prone to clogging. But for the moment..." Ted reached over and opened the front of Andy's shorts, getting his own hand doused in pre-cum as he pulled out the teenager's throbbing penis. "Hey!" Andy shouted. "Thanks for the help, but I can't let either of us back into the hallway like this. Standard procedure for all techs and non-subjects—every erection produces a sample. "Andy stood there in disbelief as the handsome technician gave his penis three firm strokes, yanked back Andy's foreskin, and then snapped a tiny condom cap over just the glans. Ted inhaled deeply as he opened the front of his own pants and pulled out his thick, veiny cock, which dropped a pearl of pre-seminal fluid to the floor in a loud plop. He skinned back the hood and applied a latex cap to his glans as well, before grabbing a small electrical box and two rings from a nearby table. "This'll be quick and easy." Ted slipped a ring about halfway down Andy's penis, and did the same to his own. He connected a small wire from the box to each ring. He then reached a hand into Andy's shorts, and applied external pressure right behind Andy's balls. Andy moaned and pulsed a spurt of goo into the condom cap. "Here we go. Three, two, one." Ted turned a dial on the box, and he and Andy both saw stars as electrical current surged into their genitals and the contents of their balls poured into the condom caps. "AAAAAAH. HUUUHN!" Andy shouted, as he steadied himself against Ted, who held the boy up as they continued to ejaculate. Andy's penis throbbed against Ted's dick, and they could feel each other shoot their loads into the receptacles as hairy man and boy thrashed together in sexual ecstasy. Andy looked down and saw Ted's cap was completely milky-white, compared to his goopy, thinner semen. The condom caps puffed out, full of their reproductive material. A few seconds later, both men had finished depositing their seed. Ted took a deep breath, and quietly milked Andy's shaft into the end of the cap before detaching it and dumping the contents into a specimen vial. He put a lid on the vial then removed the container from his own penis, and did the same to his semen. Ted zipped himself up, and patted down Andy's crotch with a towel before tucking him back inside his shorts and closing the flap. "Y'all right?" "Uh, yes." "Good. Now get going. You've got a procedure this afternoon to prep for." Andy walked to the door of the room, and turned around. Brent was still asleep, at peace, as Ted attached what looked like a black rubber sleeve of some kind to his soft penis. He grabbed two more of these sleeves from a nearby table, and walked towards Sean and Patrick. This enhancement center sure was a weird place, thought Andy as he headed back out into the hallway, and wondered what the rest of the day would bring...