A kinky story written by Dario – damnd1.org
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Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school where his seed is automatically harvested every day.
Max woke up at 6. It was an hour earlier than he usually rose, but something had roused him. Someone was playing with his balls.
He’d gotten used to the feeling of having his balls massaged for long periods of the day. That was a part of the Milking program, designed to increase the size and capacity of his testicles. But this was different. It was as though a human was trying to simulate the motion of the massage claws, and had then gotten carried away.
Max had started to drift into consciousness at the feeling of his testicles being lightly squeezed and pulled within his scrotum. That was normal enough. Except it was usually performed by two cool, rubber-covered mechanical gripper claws. Each movement was almost identical to the previous one, performed with robotic precision. But this was different.
For starters, the digits on his testicles were softer and they were warm. Max fought against the growing skin-crawling sensation; the sense that he was being somehow sexually assaulted; and tried to analyse why this feeling was so different to the sexual sensations planted in his brain by the implant in his head. It was designed to send the sensation of erotic sexual activity directly to his brain. This sensation was clearly not a testicular massage; instead of the two fingered gripper claws, his balls were being tugged by five fingers. It took him a while to work that part out.
Then he realised there was a more obvious tell; testicle play was not a part of the normal sexual activity. At least, not this sort of play. When the implant stimulated him, it simulated blow jobs, masturbation, even full sex, whatever would give him an erection and make him squirt. But he wasn’t hard, and this had been going on for a while.
Max sat bolt upright in his bed like a man awaking from a nightmare.
“Light!” he said, mindless of his roommate, and forgetting that he could at least activate the overhead bed light.
The main room came on.
Max pushed the covers away as though it was them that were groping him. He looked down at his groin in horror. He was dressed in the reduced size EV suit – shorts only. Sometimes he liked the comfort of wearing the full air-conditioned suit to bed, but last night he had taken the trouble to disrobe as fully as he was permitted.
His roommate Sam awakened, disturbed by the light. He looked over. Max was sitting on his pillow, back against the wall, looking down at his groin as though it was a alien part of him.
“It’s happening again. Someone’s touching my junk!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, he’s playing with my nuts. Pretending to be the harvester claws!”
Max was almost hysterical.
“Okay, well we can go see Miss Troye right now. Get her to check it out.”
“Yeah, Miss Troye,” Max said distractedly.
Then the feeling changed. It was like his balls were being rolled between a finger and thumb as though the groper was savouring them. Then it changed again. Someone was sucking him. He leapt from his bed half-crazed and started to pull at the waist of his EV suit shorts.
“What are you doing?” Sam asked.
“Gotta get outta my EV. He’s sucking me.”
“If you do that there’ll be nothing for Troye to find.”
Max paused for a nanosecond.
“Don’t care. Gotta stop it. It’s driving me crazy!”
Max pulled his EV suit down. His genitals flopped tugged, and the mouth that was sucking him sucked harder, then they his penis and testicles were free and out of the panel. Sam looked down at Max’s groin. His friend’s balls were low, pink and shiny wet with saliva.
“There really WAS someone!” he said.
“Yeah, I told you THAT!” Max said.
“I know but… but I thought maybe it was… was a malfunction or something.”
Max scowled at him.
“You thought I was going nuts?”
Sam shrugged sheepishly.
“Sib, we’d better get down to the infirmary quick or they’re going to put you in a punishment suit.”
Max thought about Van, the student who was currently suspended in a punishment suit. It was a special EV suit where his arms and legs also passed through portals, essentially turning him into nothing but a torso suspended on a mobile base. He was then milked 24/7 as a punishment for trying to escape the harvester program.
The idea of being milked 22/7 was bad enough, but to be trapped whilst he was groped by some freak out in the harvesting plant was more than Max could bear.
He slapped a palm on the hand pad of the nanodoor and it disintegrated. He ran through.
Max stopped and turned to Sam with a frown.
“Do you want to go down there like that?”
Max looked down at himself. Friedrich Krupp was a very different school to the one he had attended on Earth, and Max was slowly getting used to a planet where they swam naked at school, and all the boys constantly had their semen harvested, but running around naked was still way beyond his comfort level.
He ducked back into his room, slapping the nanodoor panel to rematerialize it, then slapped another panel at the foot of his bed to reveal his closet. Inside were the clothes he’d worn on the day he arrived at Friedrich Krupp. That day, he would never have imagined that that was to be probably the last day that he would get to wear normal clothes again for up to six years.
He grabbed his letics and pulled them up, then he stepped quickly into his EV peds and headed out of the door at a run.
“I’ll vone ahead!” Sam said, as they stepped into the elevator.
Two minutes later they stood outside the door of the infirmary. Sam reached out and pressed the alerter. Nothing happened. He pressed it again; still the nanodoor remained solid.
“Oh no!” Max said.
Max didn’t answer, instead he wore a pained expression, and half hunched, sticking his bottom out.
“Max, what’s wrong?”
“Max stim!” Max managed to say before falling to the floor.
He started rolling around groaning in pleasure, clawing at his crotch.
A man Sam didn’t recognise jogged along the corridor.
“Yes. But I phoned for my friend Max.”
The man looked to Max.
“What’s wrong with him?”
The detector in his his head could not tell the difference between the stress of a fight and the stress that Max had been feeling.
Max was thrusting his hips in the air, an erection tenting his shorts.
The man placed his hand on the pad outside the nanodoor and it disintegrated then he grabbed Max under the armpits. The boy was writhing in ecstasy as his neural implant took him to the threshold of erotic endurance.
“Ohhhhh, ohh, oh god!” Max moaned.
The man dragged Max inside the infirmary just as Max’s groaning took on a more frantic tone. Cream oozed through his silky shorts, but Max acted as though he was not even aware that he’d just ejaculated.
“What’s his name?” the man asked.
“Max. Max Tait.”
“And he’s a student here?”
The man turned on the computer by pressing his thumb against the sensor pad.
He brought up Max’s file and deactivated the implant.
Max continued squirming for 10 seconds as his body came down. The euphoria he felt may have been electronically produced, but his genitals, his multiple erogenous zones and his limbic system could not discern the difference.
Eventually he stopped twisting and turning. Sam was kneeling beside him. He offered a hand to help Max sit up.
“Fuck, I don’t ever want to go through that again. I’ve never felt so horny.”
“Yeah, you totally overloaded. You um, juiced yourself. Pumping strong.”
Max looked down at himself. His shorts were a sticky mess. He blushed brightly.
The man offered him a wad of paper towels.
“Hi Max, I’m Jaymes. I’m the night doctor.”
Max accepted the paper towels and did the best he could to clean himself. His penis was still protruding. He rose to his feet and turned away before pulling the front of his shorts down and cleaning his penis and scrotum.
The doctor waited patiently until Max turned back around. He looked at the wadded bundle of towels.
“You can throw that in the disposal over there.”
Max threw the towels into the hole in the wall.
“If you don’t mind, I won’t shake your hand,” the doctor said.
There was a sparkle of humour in his eyes. Max looked to see if the man was joking at his expense. He wasn’t. Max grinned sheepishly.
“Yeah, no problem.”
“My name’s Jaymes,” the man repeated, “Okay for Sam to stay with us?”
“Yeah, of course.”
Sam smiled at the doctor who smiled back pleasantly.
“So what’s the problem this early in the morning? Why aren’t you in your EV suit? I assume from the max stim that you’re not exempt?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Is there a problem with it?”
“Someone keeps groping me. I already reported it but Miss Troye didn’t see anything. It happens all times of the day. I woke up this morning and someone was pulling my balls.”
“Pulling your balls?” Jaymes asked incredulously.
“Yeah. Then… then sucking them.”
“You’re sure it’s not your implant?”
“No, fuck it! That’s what everyone asks, like I’m too stupid to tell the difference. Well I’m not. Someone was sucking me. It creeped me out.”
Jaymes ignored the outburst.
“Is that why you took off your Enviro suit?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t stand the thought of a stranger messing with my junk.”
“No, I can well imagine.”
“I saw it,” Sam added. “His balls were all wet and pink looking, like they’d just been sucked.”
“I see. Well I think the best thing we can do is give you a new portal assignment. Would that make you feel better?”
Max thought about it.
“How many portals are there at the harvesting station?”
“Millions. If somebody is genuinely targeting you, it would be virtually impossible for him to find you again. Thousands of boys are added and removed every day. There’s almost no way someone could find you again.”
Max looked at Sam. Sam raised his eyebrows in encouragement.
“Tell you what, why don’t I give you a three-day exemption as well just to give you a bit of a break. You can wear your streets, or if you prefer not to stand out from the other boys, you can wear your EV but we’ll keep it deactivated. How’d that be?”
“That sounds pretty good. Thanks Jaymes.”
Max and Sam looked at each other grinning. It was weird to hear an adult use their youth slang.
“Just one more thing; you might want to hide that before you go back to your room. Don’t want you scaring the cleaners.”
Max looked down at his still raging boner and grinned even wider, relaxed for the first time in weeks.
“Will do Jaymes! And thanks.”
“My pleasure. Be sure to contact me or Miss Troye if we can be of any more help.”
Max and Sam returned to their room.
To be continued …
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