*Hi. I’m gonna put the same general warning before this story as the one I put in the other one, because you should know before you start reading something that it’s as fucked up as this story is. So yeah, heads up. This is not romance, it is horror.*
*Also, if you are someone who is waiting for the second story that takes place in the world of my first story I put on here, sorry, this one is not that. (In fact, the world this one place takes in is quite different than the other one.) That following story is a much larger work in progress with a lot more going on conceptually and thematically than these first two I’ve posted, as well as being more emotionally diverse. I’ll put it up when I feel like it’s done, which is likely to be quite a while still. I want to get it right.*
*So anyway, if you’re still reading: Thanks! I appreciate you. I hope you enjoy the words I put together.*
**Collection Center for Inseminations**
The doors slide open with a hiss, and two women walk in. The older one in a lab coat, the younger one in scrubs. The door zips shut behind them. There is a machine in a gray case in the middle of the booth, up near the door. It is on wheels, and has a nozzle sticking out of the side of it next to a button.
In front of them is a man restrained to the wall with padded shackles, eyes covered with a padded blindfold. The man’s long beard hangs in front of an otherwise naked body.
The woman in the lab coat pushes the machine over to the corner.
“Wow,” says the one in scrubs. “It’s really a man, right in front of me.”
“That’s right, Katie.” Says her superior. “Go ahead and examine it if you’d like.”
Katie approaches the figure. The man breathes in deep, as if taking in a scent. Its hips slowly thrust forward. Katie sees the penis hanging down, swaying ever so slightly left and right. “It looks so… different. It really sinks in seeing it in real life.”
“That’s right. It really is a different kind of creature.”
A yearning expression is growing on the man’s face behind the blindfold. Katie sees the swinging penis begin to fill and lengthen.
The woman in the labcoat says, “Stay back while I show you how to prepare it, Katie. They can be a little unpredictable sometimes.” She approaches the man and strokes its face gently one time. It lets out a grunt and thrusts its hips out again, hard. Katie watches as the penis abruptly jolts up and points right at her. The man lets out a long, desperate grunt as the erect penis bobs up and down. The red, throbbing bulb on the tip displays a tattooed bar code across the top.
“That usually does it. Any questions yet?”
“Wow. Not really, just, you know… these really used to just live out there normally? Out in the real world?”
“Before reproductive technology reached the point it’s at now, they did.”
“It’s just so hard to picture. Truly amazing, though. So what now, Dr. Helen?”
“Next step is to get it ready for the sleeve. I’ll let you do that. Go ahead and put some gloves on.”
“Okay.” Katie reaches into her pocket to pull out the latex gloves she brought. She snaps them on.
Dr. Helen says, “Okay now, you’re gonna put the jelly on. That’ll give it some good suction. You can come over now.”
Katie slowly approaches, eyeing the throbbing erection reaching out. The man’s teeth are grimaced, eyebrows up and tilted outwards.
Dr. Helen takes the cap off of a plastic tube and gives it to Katie. “Put this along the top. Just be very careful, it is very sensitive. We really don’t want the first release to get on the ground.”
Katie places the mouth of the tube above the base of the shaft, just like on the training model, and squeezes out a line of clear gel from the base all the way up to the tip. A little bit of it flips off of the head as the penis bobs up a couple times with more intensity.
“That’s okay, you’re gonna get some of those bobs with any amount of stimulation at all. It really is that sensitive. Just remember to really give it a good hard smack across the top if it doesn’t slow down and it looks like there might be some premature ejaculation, just like in your technician training.”
“I’ll remember.” Katie says as she applies the gel to the inside of her glove. She places her hand with the gel under the penis, then, with one swift motion, grasps the penis and glides her hand out in a twisting motion to cover the whole thing. Her fingers each slide over the tip, her pinky being the last one before the penis is left suspended in open air, glistening with a thick layer of gel.
The man makes a noise that starts as a grunt and turns into a yell. The penis flicks up once, twice, three times with more intensity each time.
“Oh, reset it, quick!” Dr. Helen urges Katie.
Katie raises her gloved hand open in the air and abruptly strikes down hard on the penis.
The man makes yelps and lets out a mournful groan, as if in pain.
“I…” Katie says, “…didn’t expect it to sound like that.” She watches stilly as the whimpering man closes its thighs together and retracts its hips back against the wall. The penis still points towards her, bobbing now from the recoil, skin across the top a bright red. The bar code tattooed on the head still pops against the new red color. Her brow furrows. “Is it… okay?”
“Don’t worry,” Dr. Helen says. “It sounds like us sometimes, but its brain isn’t complex enough to feel pain. It’s purely a reflex of an unconscious nervous system.”
“Oh, okay.” Katie says, her expression relaxing into relief.
Dr. Helen steps a bit closer to the man and kneels down to inspect the penis. “The coat of gel you got on is pretty good! Definitely ready for attachment now. Go ahead and pull the extractor over and I’ll tell you how to put it on.”
Katie pulls the heavy machine over by one handle. One wheel lets out a squeak, and the man’s head instantly turns towards the noise. An expression resembling panic appears on its face, and it tries to back up even further from it.
Katie kneels down beside the man’s left, wiping the remaining gel off on her coat. Dr. Helen leaves the machine next to her.
“Whenever you’re ready, just go ahead and attach the hose.”
Katie sees the nozzle of the hose poking out of the machine. She pulls it out, taking some length out from inside the machine’s case with it.
The flexible tip of the hose fits neatly on the tip of the man’s glans, covering the entire slit of the urethra. The man shudders physically.
“Alright, now just go ahead an push that button and you can pretty much let go right away. I recommend backing up.”
Katie pushes the button and immediately gets up to take a step back. The machine hums, and the nozzle of the hose tightens on the tip of the penis. It gives one strong flick upwards as the man gives out a yelp that sounds surprised. The hose remains attached.
“It really does sound like us in a lot of ways.” Katie notes.
“Yeah, I remember feeling that way, too.”
The nozzle is slowly extending over the glans, forming a sleeve, sliding over the glans as it swallows it. The man makes a whimpering sound and flicks its hips back and forth, whipping the hose around with it. It makes no difference, the sleeve stays securely attached to the tip of the penis.
“They usually settle down a bit after a second.”
The sleeve continues swallowing the glans, ever so slowly, until the mouth makes its way over the ridge and begins to swallow the front of the shaft. The whimper-like sounds slow, and eventually transition to a softer, gentler tone. The man’s head leans back against the wall. The nozzle moves up to the mid point of the shaft and then stops, the thick erection still clearly visible inside the tight plastic grabbing onto it. The sleeve begins contorting and flowing, gently sliding up and down the shaft and caressing the glans in rhythmic motions.
“Alright, most of the time by this point we already have our first release, but sometimes they need a little help after a hard reset like the one you gave it. There’s an easy fix though. Do you remember what I did with my hand on its face earlier?”
“Yeah.”
“Just go up to it and do that. Like I said, it usually gets us what we want.”
Katie approaches the man, gloved hand out, and grazes her fingers across its face.
“Sorry, I should have specified. Take your glove off first.”
“Oh, okay.”
Katie removes the glove, then puts the fingers of the same hand against the man’s cheek. The tip of her pointer finger strokes its cheek while the rest graze through its beard. It lets out a sound like a sigh and leans its head into her hand as it continues pushing back. She finishes the gesture by pushing a strand of hair behind its ear with her thumb. The movement seems strangely instinctual to her. She leaves her hand in the warmth of the back of its head for a moment. It leans its head onto her hand, resting it there. An undiscernible clear fluid seems to be coming from underneath the blindfold in streams.
The man’s mouth opens as it makes a moaning sound, and the penis begins flicking up and down prominently. She removes her hand from its face. It responds by tilting its head further towards her, moaning sound taking on a hint of desperation. Katie steps back to stand with Dr. Helen again.
The man’s moaning is almost deafening now. Visible through the clear stretchy entrapment sleeve still massaging the penis is a thick white liquid emitting from the tip of the penis. It travels up the tube and into the machine.
“And there we have it. Congratulations on your first harvest!”
“Thank you,” Katie says, half excited and half confused by what she is feeling. She watches the semen leave the convulsing penis and travel down the tube with fascination as it continues to come out, seemingly with no end. Then, gradually, the stream slows, then stops. Another small amount comes out with another convulsion. The man’s moaning sound turns back to a whimper. Another small amount comes back. The man gasps and flicks its hips to the right, flinging the penis over to the side. The mouth stays attached and flings the hose in a wild motion with it.
“Do I remove it now?”
“No, we’re gonna leave it on, actually. Sometimes if you leave it on over night you can get another couple harvests out of it.”
The semen has completely stopped coming now, and the man’s whimper becomes a cry. It continues flinging the hose around. The sleeve stays perfectly in place, contracting and gliding all over the penis at the same rate.
The cry becomes a scream. The man thrashes around in its restrains, whipping around the small room, smacking into the walls. It doesn’t stop screaming.
Both Katie and Dr. Helen cover their ears. Dr. Helen mouths to Katie “Let’s step out,” as she points back at the door. Katie nods, and they both step back towards the door. It slides open again with another hiss. After the step out, the door zips back shut, almost completely blocking out the man inside.
“Dr. Helen, it is such a privilege to be here. This job changes everything for me.”
“I’m happy to hear that, Katie. Do you have any questions for me right now before we continue?”
“Well, actually…” She begins. She isn’t quite sure how to continue.
Dr. Helen recognizes her thought. “Katie, remember, they might sound like us sometimes, but we all have tendencies to anthropomorphisize lots of different things that remind us of ourselves in different ways. Rest assured, there is no intelligent thought or experience of any kind of real consciousness at all in there.”
“I know, I just need to remember.” Katie breathes out and relaxes her tight shoulders. “I feel kinda silly about even wondering, but it’s good to hear it from you.”
“Glad I can help. Any other questions?”
“Nope, not yet! Shall we continue?”
“After you!” Dr. Helen gestures at the next door in the long, narrow hallway filled with doors on either side.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/q6vhe9/collection_center_for_inseminations
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