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damnd1:The unwilling sperm donorsInspired by Jotto’s awesome...
16.04.2014 , milking cocks

damnd1:

The unwilling sperm donors

Inspired by Jotto’s awesome art “The Battery Farm” shown above.

I believe Chirenon at maleprotection may have added the first frame to make the story more compelling. His blog has moved to:

http://chirenon.tumblr.com/

Please come back and like this story if you enjoyed it.

     

The unwilling sperm donors

                Professor Floyd Bennett swiped his entry card past the digital security scanner at his office, and held  the door open for his teenaged son Daniel. Since his wife had died, Floyd and the boy had become closer than ever, and today the boy was getting a tour of his father’s lab.

                Daniel knew that his father worked in some kind of human research lab, but he was not entirely sure what he did. He’d always been quite happy with that level of vagueness, but his high school had recently held a careers day, and it had prompted him to question his father about it that night.

                "Dad, what exactly do you do at work?"

                His father was pleasantly surprised.

                "I work at a government laboratory. We’re researching automated human reproduction."

                "What does THAT mean?"

                "It means that we’re looking at ways of maximising human reproduction in case we ever need to grow a lot of people quickly."

                "You mean like cloning?"

                "No, not quite. Cloning takes cells from a single person and produces lots of identical people. That reduces diversity in a population. What we do is duplicate the natural process of reproduction, but at a much faster rate."

                Daniel continued asking question after question, until eventually his father said,

                "If you’re really interested in what I do, you could come to my lab and see for yourself?"

                Daniel’s eyes lit up at the prospect, and a month later, Floyd lead him into the place where he worked.

                Floyd lead the boy down to the research labs, where he showed him photos of sperm and eggs, and talked to him about the process of automated reproduction. His son looked through microscopes, and watched technicians work with Petri dishes.

                Then Floyd took him down to the milking station bay to show him the devices that he designed.

There were 20 milking stations aligned in two rows, facing each other six feet apart. In 8 of the stations, naked men of various ages, were standing, legs apart, arms secured above their heads. Daniel was shocked to see that each had equipment attached to their genitals, and he noted with equal amazement, that every man had an erection.

                "This is our sperm collection system Daniel," his father explained. "These donors have agreed to become guinea pigs for the system. This is what I do at work all day."

                "You jack guys off?" Daniel said cheekily.

                "No," Floyd responded laughing, "I design these machines. They are automated milking stations. The idea is to collect the maximum amount of semen, in the least amount of time."

                "How much do you collect?"

                "Well, the  average  male produces about 3.5 millilitres of sperm per ejaculation, and can ejaculate at full capacity three or four times a day. Another department is working on increasing the capacity, and I think that they’re up to 15 millilitres in a some cases.”

                "How much is that?" Daniel asked, thinking about his own ejaculations.

                "Well, the norm is about a teaspoon full, but 15 millilitres is enough to fill a shot glass."

                "How big is that?"

                Bennett was oddly happy that his son didn’t know what a shot glass was. He struggled to find a comparison that the young man would understand.

                "Um, if your skateboard wheel was hollow, it would fill one of them."

                Daniel’s eyes widened,

                "Wow that’s a lot of jizz," he said, silently wondering how it would feel to squirt that much.

                "And if that wasn’t impressive enough, with my virtual reality system, those men can ejaculate as often as once every hour!"

                "Virtual reality system? How does that work?"

                Floyd smiled. His son loved computer games, so it was no surprise that the boy immediately picked up on the reference.

                "Well, the men are surrounded by a special hood. The hood has electronics that automatically calibrate the computer to each person’s brainwaves, and can analyse the memory centres to ascertain what each person finds sexually arousing. By transmitting perfectly tuned electrical signals to the subject’s brain, we can change their entire perception of reality. They will literally, see, feel, hear, taste and smell whatever we want them to. From their perspective, it feels as real as the real world, and they lose all sense of what their actual bodies are doing."

                "Like the Matrix?" Daniel asked.

                "Yes, very much like that, but without the wires."

                "But don’t they get bored after a while?"

                "That’s a great question Daniel. No they don’t. We access their memories to find out what stimulates them, but we don’t just pump in an endless series of reruns of their favourite porn movies. The scenarios are crafted to keep them interesting. We have an entire neuroscience division that works just on that, because the more aroused a guy is, the more that he can ejaculate."

                "Yeah I know," Daniel answered absently, then, realising what he’d revealed about himself he quickly added, "that is, I don’t mean…" He blushed brightly, and his dad laughed.

                "There’s nothing to be ashamed of Daniel. It’s the same for all of us."

                Daniel looked at the floor bashfully.

                "Anyway, there’s another important dimension to this system: although the subjects retain all of their memories, each scenario feels as fresh and new as the first time. We can control the part of the brain that gets bored, so every single time always feels like the first."

                "Wow, it sounds amazing. How real is it dad. Is it like Call of Duty or Skyrim, or does it seem really real?"

                "You can give it a try if you like. See for yourself?"

                Daniel looked shocked.

                "Me?! I wouldn’t have to be naked would I?"

                "No of course not. You can just put on the headset. You, don’t have to be rigged up for milking!"

                Daniel barely had to give it a moment’s thought; it was the chance of a lifetime, and, he reasoned to himself, he could always just take the hood off if he didn’t like what was happening.

                "Okay, I’ll give it a try." He hesitated and thought for a moment. "It won’t make me, you know, squirt in my pants will it?" he asked nervously.

                Floyd smiled broadly.

                "Well it might, if I left it on long enough, but we’ll just let you try it out for a two or three minutes."

                Daniel thought about some of his jack off sessions. He regularly came in under three minutes from start to finish when he was in a hurry.

                "Maybe just one minute, okay dad?" he said.

                His father roared with laughter and tousled his son’s hair.

                "I understand what you’re saying son, but remember, you won’t actually be…" he made a jacking motion with his hand. "I don’t think you have anything to worry about."

                "Okay dad," Daniel said, still a little hesitant.

                "Great. Why don’t you step over here." Floyd gestured to an unoccupied milking station. Without an occupant, it was nothing more than two floor pads to stand on, and a control key pad. The hood was raised, and the other parts of the station were stowed into the back piece.

                Daniel stood where his father pointed, and his father typed a few commands on the pad. The hood lowered around his son’s shoulders and started to calibrate soundlessly to his brain.

                "Ready?" Floyd asked.

                "Oookay," Daniel replied nervously.

                Floyd hit the go button and a scenario immediately commenced.

                Daniel was studying with Tina, a friend from school that he really liked. She came and sat next to him under the pretence of asking a question. Her hand dropped to his thigh, and then slid up the inside of his leg, the back of her hand brushing his penis though his jogging trousers. He gasped and looked at her, amazed and excited…”

                The one mistake that Daniel had made, was thinking that he could simply exit the simulation whenever he wanted. Once it was running, his reality changed, and he was no longer aware that he was actually in a simulation. He could no more  choose to step out of the scenario, than he could choose to step out of the real world.

                Floyd watched his son. Within 20 seconds, the kid had a very obvious erection. Floyd would just give the boy two minutes before turning off the simulation.

                The door to the milking bay opened and Floyd’s superior, Hershel Blake entered, flanked by two guards. Floyd was surprised to see the guards, but he’d cleared the  visit with Hershel, so he had no reason for concern. Floyd quickly stopped the simulation, and  lifted the hood.

                "That was amazing dad!" Daniel said, before he noticed Mr Blake was there.

                "Yes, I can see how much you enjoyed your father’s work," Blake said, looking pointedly at the bulge in Daniel’s pants. Daniel became aware of his erection, and sheepishly dropped his hands to cover it.

                "Hello, I’m Hershel Blake. I’m in charge of this facility." Blake offered a hand, and Daniel shook it, careful to keep his erection covered with the other hand.

                Blake turned to Bennett and said,

                "Hello Floyd, I just thought that I’d come down and see how the visit is proceeding?"

                Floyd smiled warmly,

                "I think it’s going very well, don’t you Daniel?"

                Daniel nodded enthusiastically,

                "Yes dad."

                Mr Blake turned to the boy,

                "So what do you think of the work we’re doing here, ummm, Daniel isn’t it?"

                "Yes sir. It’s amazing. The virtual reality thing  is just like real life!” he gushed.

                "Yes, your father has done incredible work. Who knows, perhaps you might like to become part of our donor program some day?"

                Floyd was surprised at the comment. Although they were both scientists, and clinically professional about human bodily functions, it seemed like an odd thing to say to his son. He looked at Blake and the man was smiling. Perhaps he was just kidding around?

                Daniel bashfully said,

                "Errr, no, I don’t think so sir. I wouldn’t want people seeing me naked."

                "No, of course not," Blake said, nodding sympathetically. "I completely understand."

                Dr Blake placed his hand on Floyd’s shoulder,

                "Actually Professor Bennett, there’s one additional level to this research that even you are not aware of, but I think that this is an excellent time to bring you up to speed."

                Bennett looked to his superior with interest.

                "You see, the government decided that short term donors were a liability to the project. The more donors we used, the more people who got to know about what we were doing. Also, the effort of constantly having to find new donors, screening them to ensure that they had suitable physical and intellectual traits, and then paying them was proving to be a real burden. Therefore, in parallel with your extraction station designs, another team has been working on developing a life support system so that we can start using permanent donors."

                Floyd was stunned,

                "You can’t be serious? There are so many physiological and ethical reasons not to do that! The muscle atrophy, mental dependence, testicular enlargement, permanent increase in semen production, and that’s just the start. Who would volunteer as a permanent donor?"

                "Well to be honest, we weren’t thinking of using volunteers. Our initial testing was conducted using criminals who were transferred from their jail cells to this facility. You’d be surprised how many criminals have no family or friends. And as for the other issues, testicular enlargement is not a problem - indeed, it increases semen output. Mental dependence is only a problem if the "volunteers" are ever going to be released, and we don’t plan to release them. Muscle atrophy is not really a problem as they will never be called upon to use their muscles again. Nevertheless, a healthy body is a better producer, so we attached electrical stimulation pads much like the ones for post-spinal trauma physiotherapy. These ensure that the subject’s muscles receive a daily workout. Last but not least, the subjects are connected to a feeding and waste disposal system similar to that used for coma patients. The whole process is much easier than you might think."

                Professor Bennett ran his hand backwards through his hair as he tried to gather his thoughts on this momentous news. He’d always felt as though he was working for a benign branch of government, for the good of mankind,  but now he felt betrayed.

                "This can’t be ethical," he said eventually.

                "Oh come on Floyd. You know that ethics are often second to expediency. If mankind is going to survive beyond the life of this planet, we’re going to need the means to colonise other worlds without the logistics of shipping millions of people to those planets."

                Professor Bennett considered Dr Blake’s words for a while in silence. Eventually he said,

                "Let’s suppose I go along with this, it’s one thing to kidnap criminals, but that’s not the sort of DNA you’ll be wanting to propagate. How are you going to get the calibre of people that you will want for building a superior gene pool?"

                "Now that’s a very good question actually Floyd, and you’re not going to like the answer. The fact is, a collection department is already evaluating the population of the United States for suitable candidates. Scientists, star athletes, doctors, and far more."

                "You can’t just take people off the street!" Bennett said, horrified.

                "Actually Floyd we can. You’d be surprised how many people go missing in the United States - almost a million per year. Most cases are resolved, but tens of thousands never show up again. A few hundred more will make no difference either way."

                "But that’s outrageous!" Bennett protested. "Have you actually started yet?"

                "Actually Floyd, we have. We secured our first two subjects today. A brilliant bio-mechanical engineer, and his son, a promising young wrestler."

                Bennett’s eyes widened in disbelief, and Daniel looked at him nervously, to confirm that he was correctly understanding what he’d just heard. Bennett glanced around him to assess his options for escape. He was fit, he jogged every day, and he was certain that Daniel could keep up with him, but in addition to Dr Blake’s escorts, there were guards on the door, and half a mile of corridors and security doors to pass through on his way to freedom. Their chances of getting through all of them seemed incredibly slim.

                Forcing his voice to remain calm, Bennett said,

                "Are you saying what I think you’re saying Hershel?"

                "Yes, I’m afraid I am, St…"

                Before Dr Daniel could finish his sentence, Floyd had jumped at him. He grabbed the man around the neck in a rear strangle, in the hope that he could use him as a hostage to enable him and his son to leave the facility.  Blake’s escorts were momentarily caught by surprise, and Daniel stood motionless. He watched his father. Dr Blake remained surprisingly calm. Speaking to his guards he said,

                "Would you two be kind enough to get this gentleman off me?"

                A guard approached, and Floyd swung around to face him, holding Blake between them. He heard Daniel shout “Dad look out!” and then he felt what seemed like a punch in the neck, and he fell to the floor unable to control his muscles. The second guard looked to the boy, and holding the taser up, he said,

                "I’m not going to need this again am I?"

                Daniel was almost paralysed at the drama before him. He glanced at his father, who was lying on the floor spasming erratically, then back at the guard. The boy shook his head wordlessly, and the guard returned his taser to its holster.

                Dr Blake straightened his suit and gestured to Professor Bennett,

                "Would you please help Professor Bennett to a chair, and just for safety, let’s handcuff him shall we?"

                The two guards did as they were ordered. Floyd sat woozily in the chair, unable to control his muscles. Blake addressed Daniel,

                "Okay, no point wasting time, would you take your clothes off please son. And don’t make things difficult: it’s just as easy to prepare you after you’ve been tased as before.”

                Daniel looked at his father’s boss with amazement and fear, his mouth gaping.

                "Why are you doing this to us?" he asked.

                "I thought I’d already made it clear. We need high quality sperm from fit, intelligent, genetically superior stock. You and your father are the first two of many donors. Now, no more delays, undress immediately before I order these gentlemen to help you."

                The teenager looked at the two guards, then his incapacitated father, then started to undress. Blake was amused to see the boy carefully folding each piece of clothing, as if he was ever going to wear them again. Eventually Daniel stood in just his white y-fronts. His hands covered his groin and his entre posture was one of embarrassment. His erection had long since subsided.

                "Those as well," Blake said, gesturing towards the boy’s underwear.

                Daniel did as he was ordered, and his modest genitals bounced free as he lowered his underwear. He put his pants on top of the pile of clothes, carefully keeping one hand in front of his privates.

                Blake smiled at him with bemusement,

                "You DO realise that you’re going to be naked for the rest of your life? We’re all going to see what you have down there, and a whole team of technicians and doctors will get to see everything you have? There really is no point being coy." Daniel stared back at him wordlessly, with seething resntment.

                Blake nodded to his guards, and one of them spoke into a small walkie talkie. Moments later a white-coated technician entered the room. The guards approached Daniel, and holding an arm each, they escorted him to an empty milking station.

                "Step onto the two footplates please," the technician requested. Daniel looked down at two rubber circular pads. He stepped forwards onto the plates, studiously keeping his hands in front of his groin.

                "You’re going to feel the pads moving around your feet, so don’t be surprised." The tech warned Daniel, then he typed a command into the adjacent keypad. The seemingly solid rubber plates morphed and flowed around Daniel’s feet, rising until they were just below his knees. Then they stopped moving. Daniel looked down: the rubber looked like a giant pair of moon boots and his legs were now held completely immobile.

                The technician spoke to the guards,

                "Would you lift his arms up please?"

                The guards complied, effortlessly peeling the boy’s hands away from his groin. Daniel looked up as two pods lowered around his arms. The technician activated the locking sequence, and the morphable restraint system flowed around his forearms until they were held as firmly as his legs. The tech typed a command and the arm restraints raised slowly until the boy’s body was stretched taut, with his arms raised. Another command and the leg restraints moved apart two feet, leaving Daniel completely exposed. He felt vulnerable and humiliated, and blushed a deep crimson. The technician paused and looked to Dr Blake for confirmation.

                "And now the bit you’ve been waiting for," Blake said to Daniel sarcastically.

                "Cunt." the boy responded flatly. Blake’s smug grin momentarily left his face, caught off-guard by the formerly polite boy’s unvarnished hatred. The man quickly regained his composure and nodded to the technician.

                The technician folded an armature from behind the boy, up between his legs. The head of the armature had two components; a very shallow bowl about the size of two small cupped hands, and above that, an extender mechanism. The extender was like a one inch length of pipe, with smooth, rounded edges, hinged at the back, and open so that it could wrap around the neck of the subject’s scrotum. The technician reached between the boy’s legs and firmly pulled the boy’s testicles down: not so far that it affected the hang of his soft penis, but just enough to provide a length of exposed scrotum to wrap the extender around. He closed the extender around the neck of Daniel’s  scrotum, and it locked with a click, separating the teenager’s testicles from the rest of his body. Once closed, the extender formed a perfect half inch diameter circle, with a wide smooth flange on the bottom that pressed down on the boy’s testicles.

                The bowl had a ridge down the middle dividing it into two halves; one for each testicle. The man lifted it until it was pressing firmly against the boy’s trapped testes. There was not enough pressure to cause discomfort, but enough so that Daniel’s testicles were not free to move anywhere.

                Daniel watched the man locking his nuts into the machine with a deep sense of dread. Nobody had touched his genitals since he was a little boy at bath-time, and this felt like a terrible invasion, especially in front of the others. With his nuts locked in like that, even if he could somehow get the rest of his body free, he could never escape unless he was willing to rip his own nuts off, or crush them through the narrow pipe. As it happened, restraint was not the purpose of the pipe, as Daniel would find out soon enough.

                The technician moved behind Daniel, and the boy strained, unsuccessfully to see what the man was up to. The man lifted a probe that looked to the spectators, like flexible three foot tentacle with a dildo-shaped head. The head had numerous metal contacts circling it. The whole thing was made of a malleable semi-translucent material similar to what was holding Daniel’s arms and legs.

                The technician lifted the head of the probe-arm with one hand, and with the other, he reached out and spread the boy’s buttocks to expose the youngster’s hole. The kid’s smooth bottom had just had the lightest smattering of fine hair. Daniel instinctively clenched and tried to move his bottom away from the intimate touch, but he immediately discovered that with his balls secured, he had almost no free movement. He felt the man placing the head of the rubbery probe  against his hole. Daniel frowned as he felt the tip touching him. It was slimy. The man whispered to him,

                "If you relax it’ll go a lot easier."

                In spite of his anger at the violation being perpetrated against him, Daniel sensed a certain kindness; a humanity to the man’s whispered advice, and against all of his instincts, he forced himself to relax.

                The probe slowly pressed against his rectum, and Daniel could feel the tip slip inside him. He grimaced with revulsion as he felt his hole widening to accommodate it. The probe moved slowly so that the teen’s anus would not tear as it entered him. He felt it slowly working his way up inside his bowels, giving him a feeling of fullness. Eventually, it was embedded seven inches inside him, with the metal contacts touching his prostate. Daniel’s hole felt painfully stretched by the two inch diameter of the probe’s tentaclular arm.

                The technician entered some commands and Daniel could feel the head of the probe getting bigger. Unbeknownst to him, it was opening so that it could double as a waste removal tube. The boy’s faeces would simply continue from his bowels, inside the arm, where they would be automatically disposed of.

               

                Daniel felt like he was on the verge of tears, and he glared at Blake with undisguised hatred. His father was still incapacitated. Blake nodded to the man and said,

                "Might as well hook him up before he can make a fuss."

                The technician nodded, and with the help of the guards, he stripped Bennett, and they installed him into a milking station facing directly opposite his son. Daniel watched silently. He’d never seen his dad naked, and in spite of the situation and his sense of guilt at looking, he couldn’t help but be impressed by his dad’s genitals.

                The technician clamped Floyd’s testicles exactly as he had Daniel’s. As he did so, Floyd gradually regained control of his faculties. But it was only as the probe entered him, that Floyd lifted his head and addressed Blake.

                "Why are you doing this to us Hershel?"

                "Well, you’ve completed what you were contracted to do, and frankly Floyd, from now on, you’re more useful to us as a sperm donor than an engineer. After all, where else are we going to find a mechanical genius AND  get his wrestling star son into the bargain, and completely without any attachments? The police will simply assume that you’ve taken your son to go find yourself in a jungle somewhere, and that will be a perception that we’ll be only too happy to feed.”

                "But you can’t do this Hershel - it’s wrong!" Floyd pleaded.

                Blake was unmoved.

                "I’m afraid it’s talk like that, that has caused you to outlive your usefulness. An overdeveloped sense of morality can be a liability in our business. But now, enough talk. Let’s get you two on your final prep. We’ll start with the boy first shall we?"

                Blake nodded the technician, and the man typed some commands into the keypad attached to Daniel’s milking station. The probe started transmitting a series of low wattage currents through the boy’s prostate. Daniel’s penis immediately started to react, and in just 10 seconds it was standing up past 45 degrees towards his head. Daniel writhed, trying to move away from the probe.  Although he was grimacing, the feeling in his prostate and penis was intensely pleasurable, and it was embarrassment at the  intensity of his erection that caused him to squirm. He looked down at Blake, his face flushed and screwed up with shame. His penis continued to get even harder. His long, soft foreskin had peeled fully back, and veins stood out along the length of his shaft. The head was so swollen that it was shiny, and considerably larger than the width of his shaft. The whole penis had a strong upwards curve, especially in the upper half

                Blake stepped forwards and tapped the side of the boy’s boner firmly with his fingers, but it barely moved.

                "Looks like you’re more than ready to donate some sperm young man!"

                "Faggot!" Daniel said, and spat at Mr Blake.

                Blake wiped the spittle from his jacket.

                "You know, I was going to make this pleasant for you: the rest of your life enjoying one happy sexual encounter after another - never bored, never too tired, never out of sperm. But just for that, and your earlier rudeness, you’re going to spend the rest of your life experiencing gay orgies. One after the other, squirting every fifteen minutes, until you come to love it. Kid, I’m going to turn YOU into the biggest faggot imaginable. In three months, you’re going to want nothing more than the feel of a giant black cock in your ass, and that’s exactly what you’re going to experience: a lifetime of getting fucked, and sucking dicks  never fucking anyone yourself - you’ll just be a hole that other males use for their own pleasure. You’re going to have balls the size of grapefruits, and I’m going to make sure that they’re constantly drained. You little punk.”

                Daniel gaped, stunned by Blake’s tirade, and the graphic description of his fate. Even in the depths of his anger and despair, it had not occurred to him how much worse things could get. The man’s vicious speech came as a slap in the face, giving the kid a total reality check. He stared at the man, his mind reeling as he tried to comprehend the full impact of what Blake had just said. Eventually, meek as a mouse, he said,

                "I’m really sorry."

                Blake’s retort was as inelegant as Daniel’s earlier comment,

                "Fuck you kid!"

               

                The technician pulled down yet another organic-looking tentacle arm from the top of the milking station. It was a penile stimulator. The transparent end reminded Daniel of a drawing he’d seen of the head of a fallopian tube where it wrapped around the ovary. It was as wide as a chicken’s  egg, and lined with small soft nodules. In the centre was a slim tube.

                The technician lowered the stimulator over Daniel’s shiny glans, carefully ensuring that the slender rubbery tube entered the boy’s urethra. He pressed a button and the stimulator wrapped around the glans like a swimming jellyfish, forming a tight seal around the glans and an inch down the shaft. Then the man turned to Mr Blake,

                "He’s all set up. All it needs now is the life support, and the VR hood."

                "You can set up the life support later, and this brat’s VR program is going to need some adjustment before he goes online, but let’s just make sure that everything is working. Make the brat squirt a couple of times just to be sure."

                Daniel listened to Blake talking. His eyes were red-rimmed, and he didn’t dare to say anything else. He couldn’t think of anything else TO say.

                The technician started the extraction routine running  on full intensity. The probe in Daniel’s rectum commenced with an even more vigorous and stimulating sequence of currents, and the boy was shocked to feel deep-ripples running up and down the probe arm, massaging the inside of his stretched anus. In  spite of himself, and his strong heterosexuality, he could feel his hole pulsating and hungering for stimulation each time a ripple passed. It was almost as though his hole was trying to suck at the probe arm.

                At the same time, dozens of millimetre-width rods gently massaged the underside of his tightly-held testicles, each delivering a low-powered current that increased the metabolic rate of his testicles, and generated a tingling feeling of almost unbearable excitement deep within each one.

                As if that wasn’t enough, the stimulator surrounding his glans was delivering the most incredible massage. The small nodules had warmed to ten degrees above his body temperature, and  the entire hood was filled with thick, warm lubricant. The nodules swayed and tweaked and rubbed, and it seemed as though each one was programmed with the perfect movement according to which part of his glans they were touching. Those on the main body of the glans simply moved in small figure eights, whilst those touching his fraenulum moved side to side, playing the stretched flesh like a banjo string. The nodules around the coronal rim of his glans moved up and down, lightly tweaking the edge; and behind, the last few rows burrowed in with the lightest of touch to ensure that not a single millimetre of the boy’s glans was left without stimulation.

                The cumulative effect of so much expert erotic titillation was to drive Daniel almost wild with excitement. Initially, he tried desperately to resist, but after just thirty seconds of flawless stimulation the boy was grinding his pelvis, and panting like a dog in heat in the presence of a dozen caged bitches. Grinding his teeth, he closed his eyes, raised his face to the ceiling, and tensed his stomach as his body throbbed and screamed in pleasure at the mechanical attention. Every part of his genitals was competing for attention, and the teen clenched and thrust and gyrated, in an uncontrollable response to the mind-blowing pleasure. He could feel himself moving, and although a part of him was only too aware how he must look to the spectators and his father, the pleasure was so intense that his body was reacting on automatic, as much to move away from the source of over-stimulation, as in pleasure at what was happening.

                His father watched the machine that he’d designed, do  its work. He knew from earlier testing that no healthy male had any chance at resisting its ministrations, and his son’s orgasm was guaranteed - it was simply a matter of how long his boy could resist. He could tell that Daniel was fighting tooth-and-nail not to experience his most private ecstasy in public. Floyd had used the machine on college students, grown men, and volunteers well into their 50s and 60s, but even the most disciplined didn’t last four minutes, and none of the college students had made it past two. Floyd could tell by how hard his son’s penis was, that the machine was turned up to high. The thick, swollen veins along its pale pink length were a certain sign.

                At 95 seconds without any change in the boy’s animated writhing, the thin extraction tube in his urethra filled with milky fluid, and it was sucked away as quickly as Daniel produced it. But the milking station continued to stimulate him at the  same level, and the boy continued to groan at the massive unaccustomed arousal that he was feeling. At four minutes, the tube filled again, and when Daniel’s testicles stopped pumping, Blake said,

                "Okay, that’s enough. It seems to be working just fine. Turn it off please Rex."

                The technician did as he was told, and the extraction cycle ceased, returning the kid instead, to his former arousal level. Gradually Daniel’s breathing returned to normal, and he was able to think clearly again. He was sheathed in sweat. He opened his eyes and looked at his father, stunned by what he had just experienced. He’d developed an entirely perspective on his father’s work. The boy looked down at the  spectators. Blake was openly smiling, and both of the guards were smirking like schoolboys who’d just been caught looking at a dirty magazine. Daniel was overwhelmed with shame at his lusty reaction, and he looked away from them all, unable to meet their gaze.

                "Well Daniel, that was without a scenario. Imagine how much more intense it’s going to feel when we start feeding a virtual reality simulation directly into your brain. You won’t be able to fight it. You’ll get excited by what WE want you to be excited by. And soon enough, even without the VR sim, those same things will excite you. Kid, you should never have mouthed off to me. Within a few months, you’ll do anything to feel like that."

                "You’re kidnapping me, how do you expect me to behave?!"

                 "If you say just one more word, you’ll spend the rest of your life getting fucked by virtual Alsatians and sucking Rottweiler dicks!"

                Daniel stared at the man disgusted and horrified. He knew that he was utterly at Blake’s mercy. He didn’t risk another word.

               

                Rex turned and prepped Floyd as he’d prepped his son. As soon as the prostate probe was activated, the scientist grew an erection just as quickly as Daniel had. It didn’t stand as tall, but at seven inches, it was two inches longer than his boy’s, and twice as thick.

                Blake looked at it appreciatively.

                "Quite impressive Floyd. Guess you’re not just all brains."

                The technician placed the stimulator over Bennett’s glans, then he lowered the VR hoods over the two captive’s heads. They completely enclosed them all the way down to their chests, forming a tight seal that prevented any light from entering. Air flowed in freely from a vent at the front.

                "No please, please don’t!" Daniel shouted, in spite of Blake’s warning.

                The hood muffled his shouts.

                "I don’t think there’s any reason to keep Floyd waiting is there Rex?" Blake asked the technician.

                "No sir," he replied, and activated the VR program. Floyd’s entire perception of reality changed, and he found himself in an apartment he didn’t recognise. Two beautiful, naked women approached. He watched them come towards him and he eagerly waited for them to arrive……

                Rex spent a few minutes adjusting the program on Daniel’s milking station, and when he’d made the adjustments that his boss had ordered, he activated the second VR program. In Daniel’s mind, he was in the showers after wrestling practice. Two college boys were there too, and they both had erections. They turned to Daniel, and in the fantasy that was transmitted directly to his frontal cortex, he looked at their penises with excitement. They stepped close and he reached down..

 

The next morning

                At midnight, the simulation automatically shut down. Daniel had experienced 36 orgasms, and had ejaculated 7 times in the past nine hours. The root of his penis was aching and he felt like he’d been kicked in the balls hard. He could remember all of the homosexual scenarios that he’d played through and it sickened him. He shouted and screamed for help, or to be set free, but nobody came. Eventually, at 2am, he drifted into a restless sleep.

                At 8am he woke up.

                "Morning Daniel," a woman’s voice said. "You and I are going to get to know each other quite well. I’m your nurse. It’s my job to make sure that you stay clean and healthy."

                "Please let me go. Tell someone I’m here. Please," Daniel implored.

                "I’m sorry, but there’s no point asking that. My job is just to take care of you."

                He felt the bowl under his testicles moving away, and then he could feel the woman’s hands and a damp cloth as she gave his scrotum a quick wash. Then she gripped his limp penis, pulled the foreskin back and washed his penis and glans gently. After that, she quickly washed all of the other exposed parts of his body, chattering to him inanely all the while, and utterly ignoring his repeated pleas for help.

                After she had cleaned him, he felt the familiar tingling in his prostate, and within seconds, he had a fierce erection again. He felt her reattach the stimulator to his glans, and move the bowl back into position, and moments later, he entered a new scenario…

One month later…

                Daniel is on his hands and knees, furiously sucking a small Asian dick, whilst a thick nine inch black cock pounds into his rear. He feels his seed tumbling from his hard cock as the black man’s cock hits his prostate on each down stoke. He sucks faster, and contracts and releases his sphincter muscles, eager to bring the other two off at the same time. Behind him he hears a primal grunt as the star quarterback shoots his load. The guy holds his pelvis to stop him moving away, and smashes his cock balls-deep with jack hammer force and rhythm as he finishes. Meanwhile, the Asian kid has started face-fucking him in earnest. With the computer’s help, Daniel was immediately given the skills to deliver an expert blowjob, and now as the guy in front of him is enjoying those skills. Daniel forms his mouth into a tight O, careful to hide his teeth with his lips At the same time his tongue is flickering over the short penis as it pumps in and out of his mouth. He tastes jizz, and the boy ahead gradually slows and stops, as does the quarterback behind him.

                On the couch are four more players that Daniel has serviced. He glances at them with satisfaction, but the room suddenly goes dark. He is disoriented, then a crack of light appears by his chest. The kid looks down and sees his chest. His eyes are unaccustomed to real light, and it takes him a few moments to acclimatise. He looks further down and he  can see his hard penis in the stimulator and he starts to reconnect with reality. It feels like waking up in the middle of a vivid dream. He remembers everything that has happened over the past month. Every penis he has enthusiastically masturbated; every cock he has gleefully ridden or sucked; and all the balls and assholes that he has expertly licked. The taste of semen is still in his mouth. A wave of disgust floods over him as he thinks about it. He imagines what would happen if his friends ever saw him doing all that stuff.

                After a pause of 30 seconds, the hood raises the rest of the way off, and in front of him is Rex the technician.

                "How long has it been?" the boy asks. He’s barely used his vocal chords in a month, and his voice cracks like a boy just starting puberty.

                "Just over a month," the technician replies.

                "That long," Daniel says, frowning, "it only feels like a week or two."

                "Yeah, time passes quickly in the milking stations. Look kid, I can’t set you free, but I can change the program if you want. Would you like to be fucking girls instead of guys?"

                Daniel nods.

                "Alright, done," Rex says. He types a few commands, and the hood closes. Almost immediately, a new scenario begins. Daniel has a job in a sauna, and he walks in to change the towels. The room is steamy, and all around him is the sound of ribald laughter. The local hockey team has just come in to unwind after winning a  game. He feels a hand reach through his legs from behind. He  looks over his shoulder to see the coach. The burly man is sitting, with a dirty grin and no towel, sporting a huge erection. Daniel looks down at it happily, and returns the man’s lusty grin…

Three months later …

                Daniel is squatting. Beneath him are two construction workers. They are laying with their cocks together, and Daniel is bouncing up and down. He can feel the burn in his thighs, but the biggest burn is in his asshole as both cocks stretch his hole to its very limits, and fill him utterly.

                The virtual reality program has been calibrated to Daniel’s precise body dimensions, and in this reality, his asshole is always fresh and tight, his balls are always full and ready to squirt, and his mouth and tongue never gets too fatigued to prevent him servicing another cock.

                Each time Daniel sits down, he can feel both cocks jabbing at his internal organs. He would never have believed that such an experience could feel so good. His unbelievably hard cock wobbles between his legs with each squat, and the audience of men sitting waiting their turn, cheers and urges him onwards appreciatively. He feels himself rapidly approaching a monumental orgasm when suddenly the lights go out, and the cocks inside him are gone in an instant. He’s still hard but there’s no stimulation. Light appears at his chest and the hood raises. Daniel squints, and again he can make out Rex standing there.

                "What are you doing?" Daniel demands. "Why did you make it stop?"

                "Sorry about that. I tried to change the program before, but I nearly got caught. I can change it now. I’ll get rid of the men and put girls in, instead."

                "No don’t!" Daniel says, alarmed, just send me back quickly.

                Although the machine is merely keeping him hard, Daniel is still utterly aroused and part of his mind is still in the scenario he’d just left. He knows that that was just a fantasy, but at the same time, there are two hot guys waiting for him, and he wants nothing more than to feel them both inside him again.

                "Are you sure?" Rex queries. "I might never get another chance."

                "Yes, yes, I’m sure, now quick, send me back, before John and Mark lose their boners."

                The lines between reality and virtual reality are fuzzy in Daniel’s mind, but all he knows is that he wants to finish what he was doing. After all, the rest of the crew needs servicing yet.

                Rex types some commands and the hood closes, and the scenario resumes.

Rex turns towards the camera monitoring the boy’s milking station and with a grin, makes an okay signal with his finger and thumb. In his office, Hershel Blake smiles with satisfaction.

                Three minutes later, Daniel joyfully experiences his eighth orgasm of the morning.

Summer 1998: Wing Man for a Muscle God
16.04.2014 , Boomer Beefcake and Bonding
In the summer of 1998, just after I returned from visiting Jaan in Estonia (and cruising the Swedish bodybuilder in Tallinn), it was time to travel to Montreal, to the annual conference of the International Sociological Society, where I read a paper on queer theory.

But I also had plenty of time for sightseeing: the Basilique Notre-Dame, the Musee des Beaux-Arts, the Centre d'histoire de Montréal.

And the Gay Village, an amazingly vibrant neighborhood cluttered with gay bars, restaurants, shops, and saunas.

At the Oasis, a gay sauna on the rue Ste. Catherine, I hung around the spa (a pool-sized hot tub) and started a conversation with an older guy named James, probably in his mid-60s, a member of the English-speaking minority of Montreal.  He didn't learn Québécois French until high school, and he still couldn't parse a sentence in Parisian French.

What was the difference?

Tu as...vouz avons
C'est de valeur...quel domage 
Chatons la pomme...nous flirtons

We were so busy discussing languages that I forgot gay sauna etiquette: casual conversations must be restricted to a few sentences, or the other guy will think you are interested.  And James was definitely cruising me!

He reminded me of John Fiedler, who starred in The Bob Newhart Show in the 1970s: short enough, but rather too old for me, and lacking the other characteristics that I find attractive: he was pale-skinned, scrawny, and unimpressive beneath the belt (James, not John Fiedler).,

But, I figured, we were having a nice conversation, so why not? So when James put his hand on my knee and asked "Do you want to come to our room?" I consented.

Wait...our room?

"Do you mind if my friend joins us?"

Two pale-skinned, scrawny, under-endowed 60-year olds?  But I was in this far...  "No, I don't mind at all.  The more, the merrier."

He turned and addressed someone on the other side of the spa.  "J'ai trouvé un garz!  Eu, Jérôme!" I found a guy!  Hey, Jerome!

Wait -- there weren't any pale-skinned, scrawny 60 year olds around...

But there was a massively-built bodybuilder.  In his 30s,  dark-skinned, rock-hard chest and abs, massive biceps, and more than adequate beneath the belt (see top photo).

He had been giving everyone in the sauna attitude -- including us. But now he raised up on one arm and grinned and said, "Ok, passons-nous à la cabine,"  Let's go to our room.

I was stunned.

When two friends cruised together, the most attractive always acted as the bait, piquing the target's interest so much that he was willing to accept the less attractive one as part of the bargain.

Why did James and Jérôme reverse the pattern?  Surely Jérôme could get any guy he wanted.

It would have been gauche to inquire, so I didn't, but later I surmised: because there was such a blatant difference in attractiveness, some targets in the past had agreed to Jérôme but fled upon seeing James.

The strategy of using James as the bait resulted in fewer hurt feelings.

They both turned out to be nice guys.  Later they took me on a tour of the Gay Village, where we had dinner at Cafe Saigon and finished up the evening watching the show at Le Stud.

The uncensored version is on Tales of West Hollywood.
An Interview With Conner Habib: Writing, Censorship & Future Porn Scenes That NEED To Happen
16.04.2014 , Manhunt Daily

Writer, lecturer, and perennial porn pup Conner Habib stands out in the industry not just as a performer, but as a critic with a keenly tuned eye towards what makes it tick. As a porn star, Conner’s done scenes with Raging Stallion, Naked Sword, Channel 1 Releasing… And the list goes on and on. If you haven’t seen him recently, that’s because he’s been busy cranking out thought-provoking pieces on sex and relationships all over the web.

I had a chance to catch up with Conner and talk about his latest work, who he’d love to do a scene with, and why more people should “do it for the Vine”. (But he ain’t gonna do it.)

- Karsh

Photo credit: Titan Men

Find out what Conner had to say (and see more lovely pictures) below:

Conner Habib Manhunt Daily Interview 2014

Conner! Thanks so much for talking to us. What’s new in your world? You’ve been pretty busy!

Hi! Everything’s new. I moved to LA and I’m finishing my book Remaking Sex (which is being published by my favorite countercultural media company Disinformation in late 2014/early 2015). I’m writing sex advice for Patti Stanger‘s blog. Things have shifted a bit. I’m focusing less on porn and more on writing and other media stuff. I’m not done with porn, though; I’m just taking a brief hiatus (which is always nice, because in a hiatus you can eat donuts.).

Very cool! Tell us more about this book!

The book is an everything-you’ve-been-taught-about-sex-is-wrong exploration of sex in history, science, politics, and more. It’s about pinpointing where, along the line, our culture got our screwed up ideas and attitudes about sex. We tend to think that our attitudes about sex are somehow inherent; like “that’s just the way it is!” But in fact, we can look at specific moments in time or specific concepts and say, Oh! That’s where we messed it up! So the book does a lot of that, and I also try to give some solutions to get us moving forward instead of being stuck.

Conner Habib Manhunt Daily Interview 2014

Porn stars writing books looks like a trend now. The Maverick Men, Christopher Daniels, Nick Capra… Who says print is dead? While we’re on writing, let’s talk about your piece in The Stranger. What’s been the feedback from that?

It’s been overwhelmingly positive (though perhaps you wouldn’t know if you read the comment thread on the article itself). The essay is a sort of companion piece to an essay I wrote last year, “Why Do Gay Porn Stars Kill Themselves?

With the essay in The Stranger, I was trying to get underneath the common fears and reactions people have surrounding porn. I used the word “hate” not because I feel like people are throwing bricks through porn stars’ windows, but because hate is a strong emotion without any ideological substance behind it.

So… What happened as a result of the article? Lots of people reached out and said, “I didn’t realize there was all that junk kicking around in my heart and mind about porn performers.” It seems to have helped people identify their shit. And in the piece there’s a little line about how I (and other performers) have a lot of that shit too — it’s not like we’re immune. So I heard a lot from other performers, particularly in straight porn. One of the most touching responses was when another performer sent me a message saying his ex-boyfriend had read the article and called him to apologize for the way he treated him.

I feel so blessed and grateful to be able to write stuff that has meaning for others. You write something, and you have no idea if it’s going to make sense to anyone. So it’s been really awesome, and I’m so thankful that it was so widely read.

Conner Habib Manhunt Daily Interview 2014

Each one, teach one. What you said reminds me of a quote from an old BuzzFeed article you wrote: “Because sex is so compartmentalized — it’s often considered separate from the rest of life and hidden away — porn performers, who have sex publicly, are in a unique position to consider and talk about integrating private and public aspects of life.” Have your intellectual pursuits affected your porn career much? I know you mentioned you’re not doing as many scenes these days.

They’re totally intertwined with it and have been since the beginning. I’m always thinking, and I’m perpetually horny, so there’s bound to be lots of overlap.

I guess that’s as good a segue as any to talk about your porn work. (Hey, it is Manhunt.) I have to say, the scenes you’ve done with Joe Gage are some of your best. There’s a really special attention paid to chemistry between scene partners. What have been some of your favorite scenes?

Thanks! My favorite scenes have a lot to do with directors – and it makes sense that you’d point out the movies I make with Joe, because he and I have really similar minds. He’s all about set up, tension, and camaraderie between the performers. For me, camaraderie is totally erotic. To me, that’s not “straight” in any way — it’s the gay aspect of male friendship. So my favorite scenes are scenes I do with my friends. Joe gets that — he tries to create a sort of “we’re just buddies fucking” thing on set and in his movies. So After the Heist and Armed Forces Physical are two of my favorites for sure.

Is there anyone out there that you’d love to do a scene or two with?

Colby Jansen. Bravo Delta. Valentino Medici. There were some rumors that Steve Kelso might turn up and make some gay porn, but I don’t want to get too crazy thinking about how amazing that would be. So, yeah, Colby, Bravo, Valentino. There are tons of guys I’d like to do scenes with. I’m just naming off the top of my head. (And Colby is always right there!)

Conner Habib Manhunt Daily Interview 2014

Can we talk about how smoking hot Steve Kelso is today? WOOF!

Yeah, he looks great.

You two would make a hot scene; you kind of favor each other too! And you’ve done scenes for MEN.COM, so maybe a Colby Jansen pairing is in the future!

I agree. Can you guys give Steve my phone number? Thanks!

Shifting gears here — how is the Vine petition going? Any headway there?

Well, it went great and then slowed down — same with most petitions. You hit hard and fast in the beginning and then you just go slow after that. The funny thing is, there’s almost no awareness about the Vine thing.

The other day I bumped into one of my favorite (non-adult content) Vine celebrities. We talked for a bit and I told him about it – He has hundreds of thousands of followers. And he had no idea! “Vine banned porn?” He was sort of gobsmacked. This is someone who makes money off of his Vines and is IMMERSED in that community. So he should have known, but he had no clue.

So I don’t think a lot of people know about it. They’re just like, “Hey, where did that porn vine I liked go?” The thing he DID say was that he noticed less people using Vine. Which is something I’ve heard a lot of people saying. So, the petition is still up. It’s been sent to the Vine offices, but we could always use more signatures, more support. Not to change Vine, per se, but to show them we do not support this decision.

Conner Habib

I noticed Vine now has private messages, so maybe that’s a compromise?

Oh, I hadn’t seen. They deleted my account. But for me, no that’s not a compromise.

When I started drumming up awareness about Vine people kept saying, “You should start a Vine for porn!” It’s a good idea, but it’s a separate idea. To me, that defeats the entire point. The great thing about Vine was that it allowed you to be goofy AND sexual AND everyday AND artsy. The fact that there wasn’t a separation between sex and everything else was what made it great. The separation — like, sex is somehow separate from the rest of life — is what reinforces the attitudes that lead to censorship and shame in the first place.

You make a compelling argument there, sir! Lastly, as someone who’s been in the industry for years (and isn’t afraid to cast a critical eye towards it), what advice would you give for someone looking to become a porn star?

I’d say three things:

1. Make sure it fits into the context of the rest of your life. People will know. Future employers will know. Your family. Your boyfriends/girlfriends. If you can own it, go for it. But owning it is not “fuck you, so what, yeah, I’m in porn.” And it’s not “well, I just needed the money.” That’s aggression or apology. Owning it is knowing you’re doing it, enjoying it, being secure with the fact that you enjoy it, and helping others understand when they’re confused by it

2. Sexy and pretty are not the same thing. Someone can have an eight-pack and giant pecs, but that’s not “sexy”; that’s just pretty. Be yourself. If you have an eight-pack, okay great. But make sure, whatever you look like, to tap into whatever it is that makes you sexy, and don’t compare your body to other people’s bodies. Understanding your own sexiness – as opposed to trying to look pretty/buff/whatever – will help you stay grounded and secure.

3. Make your own! Studio porn is fun and has a whole infrastructure that makes certain things — sets, working with your favorite porn stars, etc — possible. But you can always make your own. Then you don’t have to worry about any of the business bullshit that comes with porn – and if you post it on the right site, you might make more money on it than you would with a studio. Of course, I love porn studios, I’m just saying there are other options for you that don’t involve a middle man.

Viva la homemade porn! Thank you so much for talking to us! I know your schedule’s busy, so it means a lot.

Thanks! It was nice chatting!

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Want to keep tabs on Conner? Be sure to follow him on Twitter – @ConnerHabib – or head over to his blog for more!

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