Forced milking, futuristic, e-stim, genital reduction, humiliation

A young man tries to prove that he deserves to become a breeder

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The Panel – Chapter 3

The scrutinisers rose from their desks once more, and handed every young man a small bottle of water. The young men gulped down the water in one or two large gulps.

The Overseer stood before them.

“Congratulations, on your efforts so far. Now if you would all please stand facing the panel.”

The candidates stood as they were directed.

“Now if you can please make yourselves hard so that we can evaluate your erections. Do NOT orgasm.”

Although he had been naked for at least 30 minutes, Ferdy was self-conscious about masturbating in public. But he knew that this test was an opportunity to gain points lost in the fitness and wrestling evaluations. He gripped his penis in his fist and slowly started to tug at it. It felt so wrong doing so in view of others especially mature adults. He glanced around and he saw that the other candidates were acting with a similar lack of enthusiasm, and it was clear that none of them enjoyed this part of the process.

After a minute, his penis hardened. Humiliation or not, a month of self-imposed abstinence meant his dick was particularly excitable.

The blonde boy next to him suddenly stopped his slow tugging and let go of his penis as though it was made of hot metal. His cock twitched, two, three times, bouncing up and down, then it started to spit cum, in a hands-free ejaculation that fired semen 4 feet in front of him. He grimaced with self-disgust as he tried to stop his orgasm, but he was far too horny, and he left a mess of creamy streaks on the mats in front of him. He knew that it was the final straw, and he had literally and figuratively blown it.

He looked sheepishly at the Overseer. The Overseer looked back at him expressionless. There was always at least one. The candidates were in their sexual prime, yet they denied themselves for weeks or even months in an effort to show off their virility when called upon. Truth be told, she admired their youthful virility, and found it amusing when one of them lost control.

Number 8 watched his neighbour lose control, and suddenly his cock was spurting too. He took his hand off it immediately, as though doing so could prevent his own orgasm. Like most teenagers, he was adept at inducing an orgasm, but absolutely incapable of stopping one once it had commenced. He made a comical grimace as his cock also launched cum to the mats.

This phase of the evaluation was designed partly to evaluate the size of the candidates’ erections, but mainly to evaluate their virility. Breeders were expected to be able to perform on command, but also to exhibit self-control.

Contrary to Ferdy’s assumption, overly large penises did NOT earn extra points. 6 inches was considered optimal, but points were deducted for anything longer. Much as they enjoyed looking, women did not want to be cleaved in two when they were being fucked.

The Overseer looked at the young men. They were all hard as nails.

“Well done. Legs apart, hands behind your heads again please.”

The boys complied, and the camera drones reappeared, recording detailed photographic and 3D images of their erections. Ferdy saw his boner magnified many times as it appeared up on the wall. He’d never seen it from the front, and he was pleasantly surprised how good it looked. Not that this was how he wanted to find out.

In front of each candidate, a one-foot circular area of the floor rose up to form a small platform two and a half feet off the ground. On the platform was transparent circular cylinder, and embedded on the boys’ side, there was a short self-lubricating latex tube designed to accept a penis. At the bottom of the cylinder, there was a broad funnel to catch and guide any fluids into a collection dish below. Steel handle bars protruded from the sides.

“Candidates,” the Overseer said, “this is the final part of the evaluation. It is an opportunity for you to make up points lost in the earlier stages. In front of you is a lubricated hole. You are required to copulate with the rubber holes. You must do so until you achieve five orgasms. You have one hour to complete the task. If you fail to achieve all five orgasms, marks will be deducted for each one you do not achieve. There is NO abstaining. I appreciate that some of you may feel unhappy with your performance thus far, but it is CRITICAL that you complete this stage. There is no shame in failing to perform, but we need to ensure that whichever candidates are approved, are physically and sexually capable of the sexual demands that will be demanded of them.”
“If you refuse, or do not try sufficiently vigorously, you will have your genitals neutralised entirely and you will forever become a null, complete with the lack of voting rights that entails.”

Ferdy thought about the few nulls he’d seen. They still had to expose their groins at all times, but they were completely smooth down there; no testicles, no penis, no hair. They were generally looked down upon as being on the bottom rung of society. He wondered if Paul would refuse to comply again.

Regardless of anything else, Ferdy knew that HE was here to win.

“Candidates, please begin.”

Ferdy approached the artificial hole. They went by the commercial name “Fuk Soc.” He had one at home. They were available to buy at any online store. His father had bought his first one when he was 12, and he’d worn it out by the time he got his second one at the age of 14. Now he was onto his fourth (he abandoned his third when he caught his younger brother using it). None of the home versions were as robust or well-made as the ones he saw before him, and his was not heated, nor self-lubricating.

The one before him now, had a convex surface surrounding the hole, bulging outwards slightly towards him. He lowered his stance until his penis was at the same height as the hole, and holding his erection, he guided the end towards the hole and slowly thrust his hips to push his dick inside. It was warm and slimy and it felt delightful. Intercourse was strictly prohibited for young people until they had passed the assessment and reached the age of 21, but Ferdy had spent many, many nights fantasising about how it would feel. The warm Fuk Soc was a close approximation.

He gripped the handlebars and started to thrust slowly. He had no idea what was the best way to proceed. He’d never tried to cum five times in a single session before. Should he pound fast and hard, and try to get it over with, or would that empty his sack on the first cum, leaving him dry and unable to cum again?

He looked to his side and Paul was already pumping fast and hard, gripping the handlebars as though his life depended upon it.

On the other side, the blond kid was moving more slowly. He’d already cum once in the past hour, and he was trying to ration his enthusiasm so that he could still achieve the target.

Ferdy continued pumping slowly, but after a month of abstinence, he knew it would take little to blow his load. Despite his slow tempo, he felt his excitement quickly rising, and the physical pleasure quickly neutralised his tactical plans. As he got closer and closer, his hips moved faster and faster, and soon he was pounding hard enough to make the platform shake. Around him, he heard the groans of guys who were already cumming, and the sounds of their orgasms only added to his own excitement.

From the other side of the platforms, at a distance of just 6 feet, the scrutinisers sat watching. Ten plums thrusting; poking repeatedly through the latex holes like a horny game of peekaboo. Ten desperately horny young men, fucking for their future right to fuck at all. Ten sweaty, straining bodies, and contorted faces.

The male scrutinisers always prepared for their job, masturbating two or three times before they came to watch ten young men at their very horniest. But still, most of them had erections bulging in their pants. All of them were heterosexual, but this scene was heady, and it was impossible to watch without feeling empathy and arousal. For their part, watching ten young men in their prime, fucking before them, was enough to get the females damp as well, and several of them wore absorbent pads as a precautionary measure.

The only person who was not aroused was the guard. He stood watching, his tiny cock limp and lifeless for all to see. Although his expression was neutral, he watched with grim satisfaction, confident in the knowledge that soon, eight of these young men would become neuters as he was, unable to get an erection; unable to fuck; unable to masturbate; and constantly on display; their newly shrivelled cocks a source of nothing but abject humiliation.

He knew that the black guy with the big dick had already lost. His dick and physique would count for nothing. Homos didn’t need breeding rights, so they automatically lost them. The guard wondered how tiny they would make his dick. There was no way of telling from its current size. Some males reacted more harshly to the process, and the guard was certain that medics went after those with the largest dicks the most aggressively, in some subconscious, primal effort to permanently eliminate any competition.

Ferdy’s first orgasm in a month was as explosive as he expected it to be. Ropes of cum launched from his dick, flew across the chamber and splashed against the transparent opposite side in splatter after splatter, running down in thick, sticky rivers of pearly goo. Heedless now of his plan to ration the power of his orgasm, he slammed his hips forwards, thrusting as deeply as he could, his helmet sliding against the softly ridged lining on the cock sock, before poking all the way through where the scrutiniser could see it. The man grinned. The kid had clearly been saving it up, but now that he was finally free to let it fly, he went at it like an animal; a rutting gorilla, pounding his cock with the vigour that only an adolescent in his prime could manage.

Ferdy almost lost his mind in those moments. He briefly ceased to be aware of his surroundings, and his vision exploded to white just as his cock did. He grunted euphorically, ecstatic to finally let his load loose. He smashed his groin against the latex mound as though he was trying to destroy it, all restraint abandoned. For the briefest moment, it occurred to him that many other adolescent cocks had slid through the same hole, as his brother’s had with his personal Fuck Soc. But this time, far from disgusting him, the thought only made him pump faster.

Like a photo album playing dozens of porn shots in rapid succession, dozens of hard cocks flashed through his imagination.

And then he was done. The comedown was surprisingly fast, and then he was quickly in the uncomfortable refractory period, when his dick was hyper-sensitive. He knew he didn’t have the luxury of taking a break, but the Fuk Soc was SO much more effective than his hand at stimulating his helmet. It managed to touch almost every part of the engorged glans at once, and now that his orgasm was past, his glans was almost unbearably sensitive.

He continued thrusting, but for a couple of minutes, Ferdy ensured that his glans was all the way through the sock, allowing the latex simply to massage his shaft to maintain his erection.

Not that he could lose it if he wanted to. The water they’d been given, was dosed with a powerful aphrodisiac that gave each of the young men an achingly hard erection. All ten of their cocks were rigid, and covered in bulging veins, and would remain so for some time.

Most of the candidates were now fucking with the same gingerly timid action that would temporarily reduce direct contact with their helmets. The scrutinisers suppressed smiles. It was a cycle as predictable as breathing.

The next two orgasms were no more difficult to achieve than the first for Ferdy, but after that, he had to work harder. He had his third orgasm 25 minutes after the exercise started, but it took a lot out of him. Nevertheless, he was determined to get all the way to number 5. His dick was hard and his balls were tingling with life thanks to the aphrodisiac, but elevating his arousal to the point where he could nut again, was a whole different challenge.

Ferdy gripped the handlebars tightly and thrust carefully in and out, moving just far enough so that the glans brushed in and out of the last inch of the latex sleeve, maintain a gentler, but continuous pressure. It required greater precision, but his glans didn’t slide past all the latex ridges that encircled the inside of the sleeve further in, making the experience easier to endure.

He continued, rapidly thrusting, using the lightest of strokes, but he just couldn’t seem to push himself over the edge. He closed his eyes, and visualised a pornographic scene he occasionally returned to. Shutting his mind off from everything that was going on around him, he imagined his dick sliding in and out of a moist pussy. Its imaginary owner, a girl at school, was smiling up at him. He fucked her harder and faster, and then finally managed a fourth orgasm, although it was only marked by the merest ooze of semen.

The effort exhausted him, and left his thighs trembling. The low height of the Fuck Soc meant that he had to squat, which increased his sense of arousal, allowing his balls space to swing freely, but it was far more tiring to maintain.

He looked at the timer on the wall. He had 17 minutes left to achieve the fifth orgasm. If he could manage it, it would give him maximum score in the sexual stamina competition, although he was uncertain just how much difference that would make to his chances. Nevertheless, Ferdy was determined to cum one final time.

He looked left and right. 7 of the other candidates were no longer fucking the latex holes. They looked exhausted beyond endurance. Four of them reclined on the matted part of the floor, knees spread as though allowing steam to evaporate from their genitals.  The others sat, knees also spread. Ferdy had no way of knowing if they had achieved their goal, or if they had given up. They were all still brutally hard.

Ferdy returned his attention to the latex tube. He wearily slipped his boner back into it. The last orgasm had taken 18 minutes. He knew he didn’t have the luxury of gently teasing a final orgasm this time. He gripped the handles firmly, then he started to pump back and forth. His penis was as hard as it had been for the first orgasm, but his pleasure was diminished now and his glans felt raw. From the other side, his scrutiniser could see the skin turning a bruised purple colour. 43 minutes of continuous friction, even with lubrication, had made his helmet sore, and he was nearing total collapse. Nevertheless, Ferdy continued pumping with grim determination. He watched the minutes tick by on the digital clock. Just five minutes remained but still no excitement rose within him. He increased his pace, matched by just one other candidate – number 2. They glanced at each other, and something passed between them.

The worst of it was not knowing how many times the other candidates had cum.

Two minutes remained, and number 2 suddenly quadrupled his pace, letting out a triumphant groan, before collapsing onto his back, all-but senseless.

Ferdy continued. Just one minute to go. He knew he had it in him. He pumped as fast as his body would take him. 3… 4… 5… thrusts per second. Finally, he felt something stirring in his balls. He was going to make it.

“Time,” the Overseer said. “Please stop now number 6.”

“But I’m almost there.”

“Time. Stop now,” she said firmly.

Ferdy stopped pumping and collapsed to the floor. He lay looking up at the ceiling.

The Overseer turned to the scrutinisers.

“Have you tabulated the results? If so, please display them so that the candidates can see.”

Above each young man’s naked image, a number appeared.

Ferdy forced himself to sit up. He was not surprised to see a 4 above his name, but there was a 3 above candidate 2! All of that effort, and the other boy had only just passed half way!

Ferdy scanned along the images. Only one candidate achieved 5 orgasms; number 1. The others achieved 4 or less, with most only making it to 3. Paul made it to 2 orgasms.

“Well done candidates. A good effort all things considered. Now we just need to assess the quantity and quality of your sperm. Scrutinisers please.”

Each of the scrutinisers stood and approached the columns. The hall was filled with the strong odour of sweat, but when the plastic boxes were opened, the scent of semen rapid rapidly mixed with it. The room rapidly took on the potent aroma of a Roman orgy.

The young men sat on the floor, damp cocks still standing tall, and the pervasive smell of sex only served to amplify the atmosphere.

The scrutinisers collected the petri dishes, each of which contained a generous load of cum. The Overseer looked in surprise at the dish taken from number 1. Like the others, it measured 4 inches across, but there was over half an inch of cum in the bottom; a gargantuan amount.

“Number 1, how long did you abstain from masturbation before the assessment?”

“Two weeks ma’am,” he responded.

“And do you always produce so much semen when you ejaculate?”

“Yes Overseer.”

The woman nodded, impressed.

“Well, he’s through for certain,” Ferdy thought to himself.

The scrutinisers poured the contents of each dish into receptacles on each desk, and a medical computer in each one evaluated each candidate’s load. Soon, numbers appeared alongside each candidate.

Ferdy looked at his own. There were four figures:

Volume 9ml/3

Concentration 25/mill

Motility 45%

Morphology 6%

The only number that made any sense to him was volume, but was 9ml/3 good? He looked at number 1’s stats.

Volume 27ml/3

Concentration 4/mill

Motility 10%

Morphology 2%

The volume was expected, but what about the others? He glanced at the other candidates, but he might as well have been reading ancient Sumerian for all the sense the statistics made.

The Overseer addressed the candidates.

“The evaluation is complete. Thank you for your compliance. Please pick up your clothes and follow your scrutiniser. You will receive your results in private.”

Ferdy looked to his scrutiniser and the man gestured towards a door with a half-smile. Ferdy picked up his clothes and walked towards the man.

“Shouldn’t I get dressed; I’ve still got a boner?”

“Everybody does, don’t worry about it.”

Ferdy looked at the other candidates as they followed their own scrutinisers. Every one of them was exhausted, but you’d never know it by looking at their dicks. Ten cocks pointing the way or aimed upwards in varying degrees. He followed, and found himself in an adjoining corridor. Ten doors lined its clinically white, walls, with five on each side, with a further door at the far end. His scrutiniser led him to the last door on the right, and ushered him in.