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

A young man receives the results of his assessment to become a breeder

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The Panel – Chapter 4

The moment Ferdy entered the room, he knew that he had not passed the assessment. There were a gynaecological chair and a guard waiting. Like the previous guard, this one had his small genitals on display. Ferdy glanced at them. They were small, limp and impotent, like the genitals of a boy who had barely started puberty.

In a moment of insight, Ferdy correctly intuited why the guards were naked; those who had also failed to pass the assessment were less likely to feel sympathy for young men who were about to lose their breeding rights, while the presence of neuters, engendered empathy among the candidates.

The man wore a stern-looking dark uniform and the hole where his genitals dangled through had a neatly edged hem. It seemed to Ferdy, to contradict the projected narrative of strength, to have a tiny willy on display. As though the guard was a child playing dress-up in a man’s clothes. But even though he was still naked, with a straining erection, Ferdy felt no sense of superiority. After all, he knew that he too would soon enough be left with nothing but a tiny pee pee, visible for the world to see. His own penis would be reduced to something insignificant and useless for anything but urination, and his testicles would become nothing more than seedless ornaments, nestled impotently at the root of his cock.

He felt sick. The moment he entered the assessment centre, he knew that he no longer had options. He would leave triumphantly as a breeder, or in humiliation as a neuter. It was not supposed to be seen as a defeat or as something embarrassing, but he knew better. Breeders were admired. They got to fuck their way through the female population, treated almost as royalty; elites who should be pandered to and respected. And the neuters were just pathetic little non-males, less potent than little boys. At least the boys would one day grow to be potent; albeit for just four or five short years in most cases.

Society was structured around the selection process, and although the thought of refusing to comply crossed his mind, he knew that it would make him a fugitive and a pariah for the rest of his life if he did. The thought of living alone, forever on the run, distant from his family and friends was unbearable to him, and so, he complied with the process, although it offended every fibre of his being.

“Hello son. It’s Ferdy isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“My name Doctor Joven. Would you take a seat please,” the scrutiniser said, gesturing towards the upright gyno chair.

“I didn’t pass did I?” Ferdy asked.

“Take a seat please.”

Ferdy sat on the padded gyno chair, and scrutiniser Joven moved in, applying restraining straps at wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, waist and chest. The guard hovered close by. When Ferdy could not lash out or escape, the man answered his question.

“That’s correct. You were not successful at this time.”

“Who passed? Number 1?”

“Actually, number 1 had genetic problem with his sperm. He was not selected either. The successful candidates were numbers 2 and 8.”

Ferdy felt a momentary surge of empathy. Number 1 seemed like a certain pass. The failure for an unforeseen reason must have devastated him.

“So, what now?”

“Now we prepare you for your new life. We’ll start by getting rid of that hair.”

“Will it hurt?”

“No. No part of the process is painful. Mild discomfort for a few moments at places, but the whole thing has been refined over the decades to be as humane as possible.”

The man reclined the gynaecology chair, then adjusted it to spread Ferdy’s legs wide providing easy access to the young man’s groin. The position made Ferdy feel tremendously exposed and vulnerable.

“This feels so weird,” he said, blushing.

Doctor Joven smiled empathetically. No young man liked exposing his genitals, or being in such an accessible position. Ferdy’s cock still stood up fiercely hard from his groin.

Bending down, the doctor picked up a glass bottle with a spray head.  He aimed the nozzle at Ferdy’s pubic hair, and squeezed the handle. A transparent gel squirted out onto the teenager’s pubes. The man repeated multiple times, aiming the nozzle at various locations; scrotum, treasure trail, shaft of the penis.

“You might feel some warmth,” the scrutiniser cautioned.

“Why?”

“Biological depilatory. It sinks down the hairs and permanently kills the roots. You won’t have to bother shaving.”

“I didn’t shave. I only had hair for a few years.”

The man nodded without speaking. He appreciated the loss. Kid was just on the verge of manhood, and now it was being snatched away from him.

Very carefully, he placed a helmet on Ferdy’s head, ensuring that the hair on top of his head was completely covered. The helmet included goggles to protect Ferdy’s eyebrows and lashes.

“Mouth closed please.”

“Is it poisonous?”

“No, but it tastes like complete ass.”

Ferdy laughed at the unexpected idiom.

When he’d stopped, he closed his mouth, and the doctor sprayed his face liberally with the gel.

“That just takes a few moments to work. It’s very fast.”

“And it lasts forever?”

“Yes, you’ll be smooth as glass for the rest of your days.”

“But what if I earn a reversal?”

Joven knew that the likelihood of earning a reversal was almost zero, but still he gave the kid an honest answer.

“The department can reverse the neuter but not this.”

The prospect of a reversal for outstanding citizens, or belatedly wealthy ones, was one that was dangled over the male populations’ head, like a carrot to aid compliance and good citizenship, but the likelihood was so extraordinarily unlikely as to be meaningless. Like the fantasy of becoming a billionaire that kept millions of people defending the preferential tax rates of the mega-wealthy, the reality was, every single public figure who had been selected or reversed, had gotten there through nepotism, wealth, or personal favour.

No movie stars or TV presenters were neuters, except for a few tokens who presented the weather or regional news. There were no neutered captains of industry or politicians. Losing breeding rights was a modification reserved for the working class.

“But why the face?” Ferdy asked.

“I guess it’s another way that neuters can instantly be identified.”

“Apart from having their dicks out?”

“People can put on trousers I guess.”

“I get that, but why do they make us look like little kids? It all seems really pedo to me.”

“Yes, I can see how you might think that. But it’s all about ensuring that you cannot breed. A reduced penis is unlikely to appeal to a breeding woman, and even if it did, you can’t produce sperm, and frankly your penis will be too small to satisfy a woman, even if you get hard. Also, you’re all adults, so not the same thing. The nudity is both a signal to breeders that you are not available, but also a way of normalising reduction so that candidates can see how common it is.”

“Not so common with rich kids…”

“No, but then when is life ever fair?”

Ferdy thought for a moment. His world view shifted in that instant.

Out in the waiting area, escorted by the Overseer, candidates number 2 and number 8 were escorted out to meet their waiting parents, each carrying certificates of approval. They were fully dressed, and both had their hands down in front of their groins hiding their throbbing boners. They looked for their parents, and when they found them, they went to greet them, and it was smiles all round. Ferdy’s dad saw the two teens and immediately inferred that his own son had not passed.

“May I speak to the parents of assessment group 5230,” the Overseer said.

The parents gathered around.

“I’d just like to let you know that although they did their very best, your sons were not selected. They will be staying at the centre for reduction processing for the next week. You can pick them up at 2pm next Wednesday. Before then, please deliver suitable display trousers for them to wear. No candidate will be released with his genitals covered.

“Is there an appeals process?” a father asked.

“Yes, there is. You can contact the assessment department directly. There’s a direct link to the appeals division.”

“How long does the appeal take?”

“Usually about a month.”

“But you’ll have already reduced my son by then!”

There was a muttering of agreement and dissatisfaction.

“That’s not quite true. He will have gone through first stage processing, but the actual reduction process takes two years to complete.”

“What’s first stage processing?”

The fact that they all had sons, meant that every father present, was a breeder. None of them had experienced the reduction process.

“First stage processing is where they are fitted with a chastity device, and induced to have many orgasms. The process at this stage is still easily reversible.”

The parents showered the Overseer with questions, but Ferdy’s father knew that they were not going to change anything. You couldn’t fight the government. He rose and left the building. Outside, number 2 stood with his father. He patted him on the shoulder.

“Congratulations son.”

The young man turned, unable to hide the joy in his eyes.

“Thank you, sir! I’m uhh, sorry that your son didn’t qualify.”

Jackson gave him a sad smile.

“Thank you, son.”

He walked back to his transpod. He’d tried to prepare himself for this moment, but it still weighed heavily upon him. Yes, 80% of the world’s males were neuters, but not his son. He thought about Cole, his remaining son. He was 14. It would be his turn in a couple of years, and if he didn’t pass selection, that would be the end of his family line. No more offspring beyond his generation. It was a sobering thought…

In the medical room, Doctor Joven tugged lightly at a few pubic hairs and they came away in his hand as though they were simply resting on the skin. He picked up a water spray attached to a shiny metal hose and quickly ran the spray over Ferdy’s stomach and face.

When he arrived, Ferdy did not have sideburns, and just the lightest shadow of darkening follicles on his upper lip. Now there was no hint on his face that he had ever had hair.

Down below, the evidence was clearer. An impressive pole and well-grown testicles made it clear that Ferdy was fully capable of breeding.

Ferdy’s penis and scrotum were darker than the rest of his body, but the reduction process would stifle the production of melanocyte cells that produced pigment. In two years, there would be little sign that Ferdy had ever started puberty, much less, nearly completed it.

Joven wondered if it would not be kinder to simply create neuters before puberty, when they had no experience of what they were going to lose, but he always came back to the realisation that it would be impossible to evaluate sperm health before a boy was old enough to produce it for a few years.

He removed the helmet and patted at Ferdy’s face and groin to dry them.

“Okay, I’m just going to look inside your bottom. You didn’t eat today did you?”

Ferdy shook his head. He complied with everything he was ordered to do in preparation, no matter how wrong it felt. He wished he was braver, but the thought of a life away from everyone and everything he loved was unbearable to him.

“I’m a good little citizen,” he said with a strong hint of sarcasm.

 Doctor Joven ignored the comment. The majority of young men who were not selected felt bitter to some extent, and some were outright hostile. He didn’t blame them at all.

The doctor showed Ferdy the speculum. It was a metal device in two parts. It looked like an elongated duck’s beak but smoother, and with a handle.

“Just relax and it will go in easily.”

Ferdy felt the doctor spreading the cheeks of his bottom, then the device pressing against his sphincter. He tried to control his breathing. The device slid into him.

“Good,” the doctor reassured. “Now you’re just going to feel some pressure as I open it up to get a look inside.”

“’Kayyyyy,” Ferdy responded nervously.

“Not as though I can do anything about it.” He thought.

He felt his sphincter stretching, stretching, stretching…

“Oww, that hurts!”

“Sorry, no more, it’s fully open now. I can clearly see your prostate. You’re just going to feel a cold spot, then a pinching sensation.”

The doctor rubbed a numbing gel on the prostate. He waited a few seconds then scraped the head of a small metal probe against the surface of the prostate.

“Did you feel that?”

“What? The cold.”

“I just touched your prostate; just checking it’s numb.”

The doctor inserted a tiny device. It looked like a metal spider on the end of a metal rod. He pressed it against the prostate and then touched a button on the handle of the applicator. The legs clamped shut, gripping tightly to the shiny gland, and pressing the body of the device against the flesh.

“Okay, that’s done.”

He closed and removed the speculum.

“What did you do?” Ferdy asked.

They didn’t go into detailed explanations in school.

“I inserted a stimulator pad. It emits frequency modulated sonic vibrations into your prostate. It can make you horny instantly.”

Ferdy frowned and lifted his head from the head rest.

“Why would you do that? I don’t get it.”

“I’ll explain everything at the end. Please put your head down. You’re going to feel the same cold on your scrotum.”

Ferdy’s erection had finally faded, and his penis lay limp. The doctor flopped it backwards to expose the sack. He rubbed the numbing gel on the seam of Ferdy’s scrotum at its lowest point, then made a small incision. He popped one of the gleaming white testicles out through the slit and attached another electronic spider, then he pushed the testicle back in, and repeated the process with the other testicle, before running a line of Instaheal down the scrotal seam.

“Okay, all done. Let’s give it a test. Please confirm where you feel the sensation.”

He picked up a tablet computer. There were three circles on the screen, each corresponding to a different stimulator. He pressed the one in the centre and Ferdy made an “ooh” sound, and tried to close his legs.

“Inside; in my stomach!” he said.

The doctor turned off the device and activated the next one. Ferdy’s response was the same, as he involuntarily reacted to the stimulation.

“Woah, my nut. My right nut.”

Joven turned that one off and activated the final unit.

“Left, left!” Ferdy said, his knees fluttering.

“Good, all working properly. Now let’s get your cage on.”

Joven opened an equipment drawer and selected a chastity device that he determined would be appropriate for the size of Ferdy’s penis. It had a transparent, unbreakable plastite dome that would make it impossible for Ferdy to touch his glans.

The device came in two parts; the base ring, and the penis shield. The man carefully fed Ferdy’s smooth scrotum and balls through the base ring, and adjusted it so that the two locking pins which protruded at right angles to the ring, were at the upper part of the loop.

The dome was attached to the other part, where the shaft of Ferdy’s penis would fit. At just two inches long, the shaft was half the length of its intended recipient’s cock.

A steel tube with a smooth end extended three inches from the inside of the dome, which as connected by a series of bars to another ring of steel. The doctor lifted Ferdy’s now utterly flaccid penis between the fingers of his left hand, then carefully pushed the tube into his urethra. Both the cage and the tube were gently curved, forming a right-angle from one end to the other. The doctor pushed, compressing Ferdy’s penis down to half its former length, and enclosing it within the bars. Ferdy’s glans was squished against the inside of the dome.

“That’s tight,” Ferdy complained.

“Has to be. Don’t want you getting hard again while you’re being reduced.”

Doctor Joven pressed the cage ring against the base piece and the two sections interlocked, with the locking posts on the base, poking through slots on the cock cage. He inserted a flat metal bar through a locking hole on the pins, then gripped it with a small hydraulic clamp. With a hiss, the clamp flattened the ends of the bar, spreading it so that it could not be removed.

“Hardened steel,” the doctor explained. “Far too strong to cut through or remove without specialist tools.”

“Great,” Ferdy said dryly. “Now can you explain what you’re doing please?”

The guard smiled out of sight. He knew now that the kid was beyond saving. He was well on the way to having a cock as useless as his.

Doctor Joven nodded.

“Let’s give it a test first. Everything will become much clearer afterwards. Just lay back and relax.”

The guard upgraded his smile to a broad smirk. He knew the kid would not be relaxing soon.

Doctor Joven reached for the pad, and clicked the activate button. All three devices that he had inserted, immediately sprang to life. Ferdy gave a sharp intake of breath. The doctor placed the tip of his finger on the onscreen intensity slider. It was currently set to minimum. He dragged the bar to half and Ferdy lit up like a festive light.

“Ahhh, ahhh, ohhh, ohhh jeez, my god, oh fuh…”

Ferdy squirmed in the gynaecology chair like a worm on a burning pavement. He twisted and turned, desperately trying to close his knees while simultaneously pumping his legs as though he was swimming breast stroke. But his legs were firmly secured, held wide, so all his straining accomplished was to tense his inner thighs and buttocks, and that only increased his arousal.

The doctor watched dispassionately for a minute, then he dragged the slider all the way to the right.

Ferdy completely lost his mind. His squirming intensified fivefold, violently thrashing as though he was possessed by a demon. His groans became incoherent, and he threw his hips from side to side, twisting, bouncing, thrusting, and writhing in every axis and plane of movement he was capable of.

His voice was incoherent, but the two watchers had seen they spectacle thousands of times before. They knew what he was trying to say; he was begging for it to stop. The devices were stimulating the young man more deeply and effectively than his wildest imagination, and his best adolescent fumbled masturbation was a pale shadow of what he was currently experiencing. His mind was simply not equipped for such physical pleasure. His cock bounced, small and soft in its cage, then cum started to bubble from the end of the dome, flying from its shiny surface as Ferdy struggled wildly. The doctor noted the timer on the pad. It was 70 seconds since he had activated the stimulators.

He left the devices running for a further eleven minutes, watching as Ferdy came three more times. When the young man had not ejaculated for three minutes, the doctor turned the devices off.

Ferdy lay, still trapped, every inch of his body glowing a rosy red; drenched in sweat. It ran off his body onto the chair, and from there dripped to the floor. There was a pool of cum underneath his bottom and on the floor.

The young man was exhausted, stimulated beyond endurance. He lay panting, as his hammering heart beat slowly returned to normal. He was not interested in questions now. He couldn’t even think straight. His mind was off somewhere else, swirling in a void in which only his asshole and his balls existed, glowing and pulsing in an afterglow which was itself, more powerful than his best ever orgasm.

The doctor addressed the guard.

“Quite the reaction huh Zade? Guess he has a low pleasure threshold. He’s going to have fun over the next week.”

“Yes sir,” the guard responded with a grin.

He loved the LPTs. He knew that sustained stim would utterly fry their brains.

“Do you remember your high stim?” the doctor asked.

Sex talk was not usually an open topic, but the doctor rarely considered the feelings of neuters.

“Yes sir.”

“What was it like?”

“Not as strong as that, but I still lost my mind. It was 25 years ago.”

Doctor Joven smiled.

“It clearly left an indelible memory.”

“Yes sir.”

“Would you clean him up while we wait him to rejoin the land of the living please Zade?”

“Yes sir, of course.”

Zade picked up the metal hose and sprayed the cum from Ferdy’s body, and from beneath him with the warm water. Then he hosed him from top to bottom, washing the sweat away. The water and cum ran into drains on the tiled floor. When Zade was done, Joven released the straps that held Ferdy in place, then closed the chair legs, and returned the chair to its sitting position.

Ten minutes after his stratospheric orgasm, Ferdy finally came around. Like a soul floating back into his body after a near death experience, Ferdy had the sense of reconnecting to his consciousness, and then becoming aware of his senses. His staring eyes blinked, as he tried to regain control of his thoughts. Eventually, he gained enough composure to speak.

“Oh my god. My fucking god. What just…?”

“Ahh, good to have you back,” Doctor Joven said. “Do you remember who I am?”

Ferdy frowned.

“Yes, you’re the doctor at the assessment centre.”

Joven smiled.

“Very good. Welcome back Ferdy. That was quite the show. Every candidate reacts differently to a max stim, but I have to say, that was the most vigorous reaction I’ve seen in a while.”

“What happened?” Ferdy frowned again. “You turned that thing on; my asshole… my balls.”

“That’s correct. That was the stimulation program on maximum setting. You’ll never experience that again. Unless you fail to comply with the program…”

“I don’t get it. How did you make me feel like that? I didn’t have a boner but I couldn’t stop cumming.”

“Ah yes, I told you I’d explain didn’t I? Your assessment is completely accurate. I have attached stimulators directly to each of your testicles.”

“They’re inside my nut sack?”

“Yes, they are currently clamped to the flesh, but soon they will fuse in place and can never be removed.”

 Ferdy lightly probed his scrotum with his fingertips.

“I can feel them. What happens if I try to pull them off?”

The doctor smiled. They all asked that.

“The legs will clamp tighter, digging deep into your testicle. If you removed them, it would… damage you, causing you considerable pain. I’ve never heard of somebody successfully removing them.”

Ferdy winced.

“What do they do?”

“Well scientifically, they’re frequency modulated electrical stim patches or e-stims. To put it into ordinary language, they electrically stimulate your testicles to produce sexual pleasure. At the lowest level, it will feel as though you are on the edge of an orgasm. 50% will induce an actual orgasm. Above that, it simply increases the orgasmic intensity. 100% will actually feel about fifty times more powerful than the level of your usual orgasm. That’s what you just went through. We reserve that only for the initial draining, or for control.”

“Control?”

“Yes, the patches are controlled by radio, and the receivers can be activated by n-sat anywhere on Earth.”

“Anywhere?”

“Well, to a depth of 20 miles beneath the surface at least. Far deeper than you could ever possibly reach.”

 “Why?”

“Because the Earth’s temperature rises, the deeper you go.”

“No, I meant why would you put them on my nuts in the first place?”

The doctor laughed at his misunderstanding.

“Oh, my mistake. Every neuter receives regular stim to maintain the genital reduction. Furthermore, e-stim can be used to enforce acceptable behaviour. It’s very hard to commit crimes when you’re squirming around on the floor in ecstasy.”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“There’s another stim attached to your prostate. It uses ultrasound vibrations to massage it.”

“My prostate?”

“Yeah, it’s the organ inside your bottom associated with male arousal. It also helps make semen.”

“I thought that was my balls?”

“No, they just make the sperm. The prostate and another organ makes most of what you see when you ejaculate.”

“Not any more, I guess,” Ferdy said, suddenly thinking again of what it would mean to be a neuter.

“That’s not quite true. You’re going to ejaculate many times over the next week, and even without semen, you’ll continue to experience orgasms for the rest of your life.”

Ferdy brightened.

“Will they still feel the same?”

“In some ways better. They’ll be more intense for a start. But they won’t require penile stimulation so no need for…”

He made a masturbating hand gesture.

“But I won’t ever have sex,” Ferdy said remembering.

“No, not with a woman. But your genitals will still feel good to touch. Most neuters prefer to partner with other neuters.”

“Homo? No way. I’m het.”

“You’d be surprised how people’s attitudes change over time, especially when it’s their only choice.”

“Not me.”

Joven smiled patiently. He’d heard it a thousand times before.

“Anyway, Zade is going to escort you to the living quarters.”

He gestured towards the door and Ferdy stood up.

“I’m going to turn the stimulators back on now young man. They’ll remain active for the rest of your stay with us.”

Doctor Joven turned the stimulators to 25% intensity and Ferdy inhaled. The sensation was not overwhelming, but the transition from nothing to right on the verge of orgasm was immediate. Ferdy drew his knees together, and they fluttered like a child desperate for the lavatory. He hunched slightly, as though protecting his groin.

“Oh, ooh, that’s intense.”

“Only 25%, but you’ll orgasm every few minutes for the next week. Be sure to drink a lot of water or you’ll get dehydroed. The next 24 hours are going to be kind of messy. I suggest you keep this with you. You’ll need it a lot today.”

He handed Ferdy an ultra-absorbent hand towel as the teenager walked towards the door.

“Your testicles will soon be empty, and you won’t need it. The other staff will check up on you every day to make sure that you’re okay. Goodbye young man. I wish you a good life.”

Ferdy glanced at him, then made a pained face as semen started to bubble from his caged cock. He held the towel to it, as the guard led him to join the other non-breeders.