Interdimensional milking part 51 – The prisoner

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. Life at FK is returning to normal after the camping trip.

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Interdimensional milking part 51 – The prisoner

“Hey lift up, it’s not going to be that bad,” Brill said. “You wore your EV for months before. You’ll quickly get used to it again.”

Max was looking morose as they walked along the corridor. His head hung down.

“That was before that creeper started messing with me.”

Brill linked fingers with Max as they walked.

“There’s millions of guys in each station. Thousands of new ones every day. Hundreds of thousands probably. You’ll be getting a new portal won’t you? What’s the chances of him even noticing you after all this time?”

“Yeah, but he found me again before. I just wish I didn’t have to wear it again.””

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Brill asked.

“Sure.”

“You look super sexy in your EV, with your flat tummy, and all that shiny pvex. Mmmm droolicious!”

Max smiled. He knew that Brill was trying to make the best of it by putting a positive spin on the situation.

“I guess I AM pretty schmexalicious,” he said, making up the word on the spot.

Brill turned towards him grinning widely.

“Absolutely!”

They kissed on the lips, lingering a while as Brill massaged Max’s mouth with his own.

When they parted he said, “You want me to wait for you?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. Thanks bo. I’ll see you after lunch.”

“See ya later schmexi boy!”

“Hello Max. Did you bring your EV?”

“Yes nurse.”

“Good, well you know the procedure. Strip down to your skin. I’ll quickly insert your waste plug, and run a quick test on your implant. Then you can put your envirosuit on. I’ve assigned you a new portal, and after two months out of your suit, it will doubtless be farrr from your previous position.”

“Do I absolutely HAVE to do this?” Max asked.

She looked him with a kindly expression of sympathy.

“We’ve been over this Max. Yes, you do have to. All students do once they’re old enough to be harvested.”

He sighed as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

“I hear that you didn’t go visit Miss Troye. She really can help if you’re feeling stressed.”

“I didn’t really want to discuss my privs with any more strangers.”

She smiled. She was used to teenaged boys and their modesty. Some were completely unconcerned, but she often found that those from other communities, especially off-worlders, were very self-conscious of their bodies, and during puberty was the worst time for it. She thought of Gen-Halber. He’d grown up in a very religious community, and he was almost cripplingly embarrassed about his body. But now, from all accounts, he was completely comfortable.

“Not a problem. Well, she’s always there if you need to talk. Now if you can undress please.”

Max undressed with the same reluctance as his first time when he arrived at the school. He stood naked, hands covering his groin.

“Hands on the table – lean forwards please,” Janeway said.

Max complied with all the enthusiasm of a dog going to be neutered. He shuffled over to the metal-topped table and leaned forwards. Even on a world where non-sexual nudity was commonplace, and most teenagers were in a regular state of high arousal, having a faeces-collecting dildo forced up into your rectum by a female nurse was something that extremely few of them welcomed.

Janeway spread his butt cheeks with one hand, and pushed the lubricated plug into him with the other. He grunted, as it slowly forced its way into him.

“Try to relax.”

Max stifled the extremely sarcastic retort that his brain offered up. He quite liked the nurse, and she was just doing her job. He felt the plug snap into place, and she locked it there so he could not remove it. She turned a second mechanism that opened it like the mouth of a Dune sandworm ready to receive his faeces.

“Done. You can turn around now. Good. Hands away from your privs please.”

He reluctantly lowered his hands. Thanks to the harvesting program, his penis had grown three quarters of an inch in length over the past year, and was thicker, although he was unaware of it.

She looked down at the pale-coloured sausage hanging over his loose bag. The students were rarely at their most impressive when she got to see them, but she was strictly professional.

“No signs of pubes. That’s good. She took off her disposable glove and ran a finger-tip over the silky smooth skin just above his penis.

“Clean as a whistle.”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh sorry, it’s an expression my grandmother used to use. It means there’s nothing there. Completely smooth.”

“Oh. Greaaat,” Max said, and this time he didn’t completely supress the sarcasm in his voice.

She grinned.

“Hands on your hips please.”

He gave her a querying look and she showed him the hero pose she needed him to adopt. He copied her and she walked to the computer and typed a few commands.

“Just checking your erection,” she explained.

Max turned his head sharply towards her, but he’d been through this before. He forced himself to remain in the pose she’d requested, standing sidewards on to her. Almost immediately, his penis rose; a gentle curve, a 45-degree flagpole, and then a rigid iron bar pressed up against his belly.

It was so hard it hurt. He grunted.

“Nnng. Do I have to stand like this long?”

“Is it uncomfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll turn the upper bound down ten percent. There’s been a recent planetwide recalibration to adjust for the…”

She pointed skywards and waved her index finger around to indicate the atmospheric disturbances.

“Some young men found the new max uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” Max grunted again. “Could you ummm, turn it down please?”

Veins corded along the length of his shaft, and his foreskin was fully retracted leaving the head shiny and deep purple with blood.

The doctor typed on her keyboard.

“That should be more comfortable.”

The effect was not as immediate as his erection had been, but after ten seconds, his penis started to lose some of its brutal hardness, falling away from his belly.

“How’s that?” she asked, when it settled to a new more tolerable angle.

“Better. I guess.”

“I can take it down another ten percent if you’d like, but the harvesters work best when you’re on the harder side.”

She looked at his thick pole, jutting up from his groin.

“Noooo,” he sighed. “That’ll be fine. Just one thing – could you reset me back down 5 times a day? I got ramped to 9 times a day when I first got here, and it’s pretty distracting.”

“Of course! Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

He shrugged, his stiff cock still bouncing between his legs.

“It’s pretty embarrassing. I didn’t want to admit it.”

“Oh Max, I know you’re from Earth and maybe they’re not quite as comfortable talking about such matters, but please come to me any time you have any such a concerns. Or you can speak to one of the male staff if that makes you feel more comfortable?”

“Thank you Miss Janeway.”

“Are you still alright with a five-minute high intensity on a Saturday at 6pm?”

“Yes, but could you move it to 6:30 please.”

“Certainly.”

She typed again, and finally the blood exited his penis and it gradually collapsed back to its flaccid position.

“Super, if you could just put on your envirosuit.”

He reached for the shoulder pack he’d placed on a chair and reached inside. He unfurled his EV suit with a flourish then put it on, stepping into the bottoms. He arranged his genitals so that they were squished in the bottom with the least discomfort, before zipping up the front, leaving a bulge in the groin area.

“All set?” Janeway asked.

Max nodded, and she entered a command on the computer. The bulge disappeared and he instantly felt his genitals fall free as though they had been supported by a towel that was whipped away.

Janeway looked at a video feed that showed the other end of Max’s portal.

“Just going to set up the portal station,” she informed him.

Max felt two soft claws grip his penis. One held the shaft, while the other pulled his foreskin back to expose the glans. Then he felt slender tube being forced down through his urethra. When it had been inserted far enough, a small rubber bulb at the end inflated in his penis, holding the pipe in place.

“Well, that’s done. You’re free to go. Do please speak to one of the staff if you continue to feel uncomfortable.”

“Yes Mrs Janeway.”