Interdimensional Milking 32 – Resentment

Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school on planet Herschel Majoris where his seed is automatically harvested every day.

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Interdimensional Milking 32 – Resentment

Max and Stan walked to the infirmary, escorted by Brill and the two calmers.

“You don’t have to come,” one of the calmers said to Brill.

Brill looked at Max.

“He’s my bow,” he said.

“Oh,” the man said, mistakenly assuming the term had something to do with one of the sports team at the school. “Well look, he’ll be fine. You should get outside to muster.”

Max looked at Brill and nodded. Brill gave him a quick smile of encouragement before heading off towards the atrium.


Max and Stan walked on in quiet resentment. Both were sheathed in sweat but it wasn’t just the fight that was responsible. 15 minutes on max stim, boners straining and bouncing, without the closure of an orgasm was exhausting.  And now, immediately afterwards, they were both green. It was the natural progression but it just made Max even angrier. Just 15 minutes ago, he’d been naked and boned, sword fighting with Brill, their oiled dicks rubbing together, but before they could throw their splash, they were interrupted by a fire alarm triggered by Stan. Now to make things worse, he was thoroughly boned; experiencing expert sexual stimulation, and it was going to be wasted in his EV suit on the way to the infirmary.

In his mind, he felt a tongue running around the rim of his glans. Under any other circumstance, he’d stop whatever he was doing and sit down to wait until he orgasmed. But right now, it wasn’t an option. Ignoring a random boner was hard enough when he was a 14-year-old back on Earth and he had to hide it in his trousers, but ignoring it while he experienced a superb blowjob was next to impossible. His legs felt like jelly as he walked in silence.


The calmers knew that their charges would both be green. It was the natural follow up to a max stim. They could tell almost to the second when the boys would cross the line as well: 5 minutes from the moment they started. It was the perfect remedy for elevated tempers. It was hard to maintain a rage when you’ve just blown your load.


Stan was the first to orgasm. He grunted and stopped to support himself against the wall as his enormous penis twitched in a distant collection station, and the pipe leading from it was filled with semen.

As the calmers waited patiently for Stan, Max’s legs buckled under him and he took a couple of steps to regain his strength. It was a powerful orgasm – a 1 in 50, charged by his intimacy with Brill, and supercharged by the max stim, then completed by the normal collection sequence. In spite of himself, he also grunted, frowning at the force of it.

The calmers waited 20 seconds for their charges to complete their ejaculations. Stan looked at Max: his eyes looked unfathomably sad through the black eye and the blood. The expression made Max look away in confusion. The last thing he wanted to feel for Stan was sympathy. That had already gotten him into trouble repeatedly before: in the swimming pool, on the wrestling mat, and now here. He pushed his empathy down, and turned away.

“Are you both done?” the lead calmer asked.

“Yesh,” Stan responded.

Max nodded.


They continued walking until they arrived at the infirmary. Inside, Nurse Janeway looked at the two teens. Stan was clearly in the greatest need of attention so she attended to his needs first. She cleaned him up, ran a tissue-seal over his cuts, and applied a dermal regenerator to his bruises.

“You’re going to be sore for a few days, but at least you won’t look like you lost a fight with a tambor.”

A tambor was a muscular animal like a small hornless rhino.

Stan gave her a wan smile.

“Thanksh Mish Janeway.”

She nodded graciously.

“Any other injuries or bruises Stan?” she asked.

He shook his head and she gestured to a vacant chair away from Max, then she turned her attention to Max. He took less patching up and as soon as she was done, the lead calmer spoke up.

“Okay, you guys wanna tell me what that was all about?”

Max glowered at Stan. It would be so easy to just blurt out everything, drop the kid right in the shit. With his father as head of the school, it would undoubtedly have serious repercussions for the older boy. Dr Arnold was already painfully uptight.

When neither of the teens offered an answer, the calmer turned to Stan.

“Come on Stan, this is not like you. What would your father think if he knew you’d been fighting.”

“You don’t HAVE to tell him,” Stan said.

“Why wouldn’t I do that?”

“It wash jusht a dishagreement. I wash being an arshole. I don’t blame Macksh for how he reacted. I would have too. It wash totally my fault.”

Max was taken aback. Stan was taking all the blame for the altercation – doing his best to clear him of wrongdoing. He looked at Stan and frowned. Their eyes met, and all he saw was sadness.

“You certainly got the worst of it. So, what was it all about?” the calmer asked.

“I’d rather not shay,” Stan replied.

“If you want to keep this between us, I’m going to have to push you Stan. I can’t have this escalating into something more serious because I let it go now.”

Stan looked down at his feet, then up at Max.

“I wash jealosh.”

“Of a girl?”

Stan blushed.

“No, of Macksh – becaush he’sh with shomeone elsh.”

“Oh…” the calmer was momentarily thrown off his track as he remembered Brill saying that Max was his bow. He’d assumed at the time that it had meant “friend” or “teammate.” That was another word to add to his teen slang dictionary.


He turned to Max.

“What’s your name son?”

“Max. Max Tait.”

“And how do you feel about this?”

Max glowered across at Stan.

“He’s a total moffing asshole!” he said, aggressively. “He keeps getting in my biz and messing with me.”

Stan looked at ground, forlorn, and Max’s better nature kicked in again.

“Look, I know he’s lonely, and I feel bad for him. I know he likes me too, but that’s not my fault! We could be friends if he wasn’t such a stalker, and so moffing intense. There’s no half setting with Stan. He’s on max stim ALL the time.”

Now tears started to drip from Stan’s cheeks as he continued to stare at the floor.

“I’m pathetic,” he said, with real self-loathing. “I’m sho shorry Max. I swear, I’ll never mesh with you again. I won’t even come near you. I jusht wanted to be part of your life.”

Max did his best to hold onto his righteous anger, but seeing a lonely 18-year-old boy crying because he kept alienating someone he cared about just seemed so… pitiful.

“If you would just leave me alone, that would be pacing,” he replied less aggressively.

Stan nodded.

“Can we trust you guys to walk out of here?” the calmer asked.

Max nodded. Stan didn’t lift his head but he gave the smallest of nods.

“Max why don’t you go first. I don’t think there’s any need to report this. Stan, you stay; I need to have a couple of words before you go.”

Max rose from the medbed and walked to the nanodoor. He glanced at Stan before disintegrating the door and leaving.

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