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

A young man is reduced so that he will never become a breeder.

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The Panel – Chapter 5

The guard led the naked young man from the medical processing room, and walking on bare feet, Ferdy followed down two more corridors, through doors that swished open in response to the man’s implanted ID chip.

The last door opened onto a vast, brightly lit hall. There were comfortable chairs lining the walls and scattered around. Various game tables were positioned around the hall, and along one wall, there were dozens of computers.

Throughout the hall, there were hundreds of other young men; all candidates who had not passed the assessment. They lounged around alone, or in pairs and small groups. Some played the various games, or watched TV on the numerous screens, while many of them were occupied on the computers. More still reclined in the chairs. All of them were naked except for their cages.

A reception desk stood by the door, and behind it were a row of female staff dressed in red-and-white striped uniforms, like the candy stripers of nineteenth century hospitals. The reception area smelled of flowers, and Ferdy noticed a scent dispenser on the desk.

A computer read Ferdy’s ID implant and displayed it on the screen. The woman behind the desk read his name from the screen and smiled.

“Hello Ferdinand. Welcome, it’s good to have you with us.”

“It’s Ferdy.”

“Okay, Ferdy it is,” she acknowledged with a smile.

She gestured to one of the women; a brunette-haired 24-year-old.

“This is Hay-Zl. She’s going to take care of you.”

Hay-Zl smiled broadly.

“Hello Ferdy, it’s super to have you with us!” she said perkily.

“It wasn’t by choice.”

“I knowww,” she commiserated with a sad face so insincere and exaggerated that it was almost an emoji. “But now you’re here, my job is to make you as comfortable as possible. I won’t shake hands,” she joked, looking at the hand he was using to hold the towel over his leaking cock.

“Yeah,” he responded dryly.

“Anyway, let me show you where you’ll be staying for the next week.”

The receptionist handed her as small card. She glanced at it and handed it to Ferdy.

“This is your room number. 344. I’ll take you there soon. You’ll be sharing with a lovely young man called Calden. He seems a little shy, so I’m sure he’ll appreciate a friendly face.”

She continued.

“There are currently over 1700 candidates staying with us so you’ll be in good company.”

She led him deeper into the hall. There were hundreds of naked young men, dozens of whom were reclining on the seats, and it was clear that many of them were in the midst of orgasms. Some squirmed in the chairs, others grimaced, while a few wore almost angelic, faces turned up to the heavens, as they each responded to orgasms in their own way.

Others rested, in the afterglow. A number were wiping their caged cocks with towels, but the majority didn’t even have towels.

Ferdy stood in amazement and looked around. He’d never seen so many testicles in his life, and the fact that so many of their owners were in ecstasy gave the entire hall an electric charge, as though fucking or wanking could spontaneously break out at any moment, leading to a mass orgy. But he knew that none of them were capable. Like him, their dicks were all tightly confined, and they couldn’t get hard even if they wanted to. Ferdy became aware of the cage that constrained him. He reached down and fiddled with it, a grimace on his face.

“You okay?” Hay-Zl asked.

“I can feel the pipe stretching me,” he said, referring to the tube that passed along his penis, stretching his urethra. “I don’t like the way it’s folding my d…” he interrupted himself. It wasn’t her fault he was here. “My penis. It’s uncomfortable.”

“Oooh, yes, I have heard that. It does go away quite quickly though.”

“I hope so.”

Away from the immediate vicinity of the reception area, Ferdy noticed a pervasive scent that was a mixture of sweat and cum. He wrinkled his nose.

“It stinks here,” he said.

“Well, it’s the smell of all you virile young men.”

“Not any more though, right?”

“Excuse me?”

“We’re not virile any more. Not now.”

She hesitated and their eyes met.

“Well, there’s a lot more to being a man than the size of your privates isn’t there?”

“Like being able to get a boner?”

“Lots of things,” she said. Then she returned to her former bubbly personality.

“Anyway, this is the main common area. Computers are over there. You can use them to study, or glide the Overnet. They also have complete access to any game you might wish to play. There are also virtu-headsets if you prefer cyber.”

Ferdy looked around. Although a number of guys were using the various facilities that had been provided, the mood seemed desultory and preoccupied, and there was a constant low murmur of adolescent moaning.

“You’re free to come and go as you like almost anywhere in the facility, except through doors marked with a red and white “no entry” sign, but they won’t open for you anyway. Oh, and you may not enter any habitation room except your own. There’s security throughout the facility. They’re extremely rarely needed, but occasionally a guest lets his frustration get the better of him. I suggest that you try to steer clear of trouble.”

Hay-Zl led him towards the opposite end of the hall. Halfway there, he felt an increase in intensity on the stim patches. He let out a short gasp and stopped dead in his tracks. The orgasm overwhelmed him immediately, and he let out a series of staccato panting breaths as he came. He pressed the towel to his groin.

The orgasm lasted 30 seconds, but he took a while longer to recover. Hay-Zl waited patiently until Ferdy stopped grimacing.

“Good one?”

He curled his upper lip in an expression that to Hay-Zl looked like a mixture of pain and contempt. “No, neither,” she thought – “He looks like he’s having a challenging dump.”

She supressed a smile at the thought.

“What am I saying,” she continued, with irritating perkiness. “They’re all good ones, aren’t they? I gather they get a little tiring after number 10 though. That’s perfectly normal, and if you prefer to sleep most of the time, that’s fine.

She waited till Ferdy was able to walk again, then continued the tour.

“Through there is the dining room. Breakfast is from 8-10am. Lunch is 12-2, and dinner is 5-7pm – Turn up any time you want between those times. You can also get snacks for free any time until 11pm at the canteen over there.”

“I see that you have your daily check-up scheduled for 3:15. Just so long as you make that, you can do whatever you like the rest of the time. You’ll need to report to med over there by that door.”

She pointed across the hall. A green illuminate sign indicated the place he had to go.

“You can also pay them a visit if you have any medical issues.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Some young men find their goolies get a little achy. They can give you something to help. Or you know, if you get a headache or anything.”

“So, I’m here for a week. And I just play games and watch TV?”

“Sure, although I think a lot of young men are pretty preoccupied, what with all the orgasms. I think they’re pretty distracting. Speaking of which, over there is the laundry. Please hand your towel in before bed. You won’t need one tomorrow.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, your towel will be pretty soggy by then, and let’s just say, 360 orgasms a day isn’t going to leave you much um, juice to squirt. Your goolies will be the size of beans by the end of the week.”

“Seriously? Ferdy asked, not sure if she was joking.

“Oh yes!” she answered with far too much cheeriness.

She raised her hand and indicated the size by making a space between her index finger and thumb. The space between them was just a single inch.

“Wide?” he asked optimistically.

“Oooh ‘fraid not Ferdy,” she said putting on an annoying baby voice as though she was talking to a child.

Ferdy almost expected her to say “’fwaid” rather than “’fraid.”

“Nopearoonie, that’s how long they will be. Like an itty-bitty bean. Cute really.”

She added something that made it even worse.

“Ooh, and you have to be completely nude at all times – no coversies, you know the rules. Get used to it here so it’s easier when you leave.”

Ferdy had contemplated the idea of enforced nudity for the rest of his life, but as long as there was a chance of passing the assessment, he hadn’t dwelt on it too deeply. He’d never been naked in public except school showers, and he was a conventionally modest guy. Now, any sense of privacy was ripped away from him. He felt a mixture of indignation and deep humiliation.

He was also starting to find her unempathetic chirpiness deeply irritating, especially given the circumstances. She picked up on his rising annoyance.

“Tell you what, why don’t I take you to your room? Are there any questions you’d like to ask me?”

“Yeah, I do actually. Why do they do this to us? It’s totally unfair.”

She gave him a sad smile that for the first time, showed a hint of empathy.

“I know Ferdy. It’s not. But I’m just here to make your week a little more pleasant.”

It was the first time she had not patronised him.

“Shall I give you the short or long version?” she asked?

“I’m gonna be here a while. Might as well give me the long version.”
She led him along a corridor to the dormitory block, and started to talk. Her voice serious now.

“Okay, long version it is. Let me start with a bit of history. 120 years ago, the global population was over 150 billion people. Even with the best technology and ocean farming, there were not enough resources on the planet to feed everyone; not enough chemicals to grow the food, and not enough land to grow it on. Most edible wild animals were extinct through over-hunting, and the final nail in the coffin was the animal flu pandemic, that wiped out a vast amount of the livestock that was raised in farms. Many experts say humanity was also on the brink of extinction.”

“They taught us about the Great Hunger in school.”

“Yes, 23 billion people starved to death over just 3 years, and not just in poor countries. They tried strong laws forcing birth control and child allowances, but people simply would not comply, especially in poorer districts and third world countries, where the church told them it was a sin to use contraception.”

“That was when the church leaders were all executed wasn’t it?”

“Yes, good memory. It was also when the Coalition decided that radical population control was necessary. They immediately castrated 90% of the males on the planet. Everyone over the age of 35. And a high percentage of those who were younger, including every male below a certain income threshold. It worked. But there were violent uprisings. The Coalition was toppled, even though it was something that had to be done.”

She continued, “The planet was still overpopulated, and another 50 billion starved to death before the situation was brought under control. They just couldn’t grow food fast enough. The fertile population were terrified of being sterilised next, so they finally obeyed the laws on breeding. Then, with birth rates plummeting, under the New Global Government (which was really just the Coalition with a different name), there was finally enough food, at least to stop people starving.”

“That took a long time though didn’t it?” Ferdy asked.

He’d always loved history at school.

Before she could answer, he felt the familiar rush of elevated excitement in his balls. He tried to ignore it and continue walking. He looked at her, doing his best to act normal, but it was impossible. His face turned into an awkward grin, then it screwed up more, then became a grimace. The orgasm was overwhelming. He continued a few faltering steps and came to a stop.

“A sec please,” he said, leaning over like a winded geriatric.

Although his penis was caged like a tiny animal, the feeling in his testicles was incredible. He’d never realised how much the pleasure of his orgasms was produced by his balls. Yes, his brain created the fantasies, and the glans created the arousal, but the actual orgasm; the rushing, pumping sensation that created such ecstasy, originated from his testicles, with his prostate generating the pumping sensation that he’d always thought was just coming from the root of his dick.

He turned away from her to shield himself, and looked down at his penis. Semen dangled from it, oozing in a snot stream.  The first emission snapped off and hit the floor, then he got the towel over the transparent dome to catch the rest.

Hay-Zl saw the spunk hit the ground with a splat. The boys often got caught by surprise. Hundreds of gallons of jizz from young men in their prime had fallen to the floor, and dribbled onto the vinyl furniture over the years. That’s why she was so grateful that the place received a nightly deep clean by an army of small automated hygiene bots.

She’d gotten used to the constant aroma of spunk that permeated every pore of the place, but she tried not to touch anything that the young men might have sat on.

Ferdy moaned and squirmed and fidgeted for 30 seconds until the orgasm passed, then he bent down and wiped the small splat from the floor. He turned and looked at Hay-Zl sheepishly.

“Caught me by surprise,” he explained, blushing.

She found his shyness adorable. If he was older, and not about to become a neuter, she could go for someone like him.

“Not to worry. It happens to everyone. Now where was I?”

“You said they nutted everyone and that stopped everyone starving.”

“Oh yes, but not immediately. There was still a huge population, but with the older people dying of old age, and so many dead from starvation, they managed to turn things around. But then they hit another huge problem.”

“What was that?”

“Not enough people.”

Ferdy frowned.

They emerged from an elevator onto the third floor and she led him through an open doorway. Behind it was a communal shower area that was big enough to hold 50 guys. Inside, a handful of naked young men were showering. She gave no consideration to their privacy.

“This is the shower. Come here any time you need to freshen up. There are body driers over there.”

She waved vaguely to the right.

Ferdy noticed that one of the guys had huge, plump, greasy-looking nuts, the size of chicken eggs, crimped up high behind his cage. The owner caught him staring and made a “Having a good look?!” face. Ferdy returned with an awkward “Sorry, couldn’t help myself” expression.

“They thought I was a fag,” the guy said in explanation as to why someone so obviously fertile had failed the selection.

Ferdy gave him a tight-lipped, “Sorry dude,” half smile that was more about appeasement than humour.

Hay-Zl led him away from the showers.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah.”

“Right, so on with the history lesson. They finally got the population under control. It stabilised at 70 billion. That was sustainable, what with intensive farming, insect and plankton supplements and all the other stuff, but now they hit another problem; not enough people to do the work. With half the population gone, and everything designed for a far larger population, the NGG realised that they would soon hit the opposite problem, which was ironic when you think of it.”

“Yeah.”

“That was when they came up with the idea of the Neuter. They needed something that was reversible to balance the population levels. Initially chemical castration was used, and people accepted it because they were told it was only temporary. Then gradually, as people got used to that idea, our present system replaced it.”

“Chemicals? Why did they stop using them?”

“Too many people found ways around it. They wanted a system where non-breeders could be easily identified, so they came up with the reduction technology.”

“That’s what we have today right?”

“Right. Reduce the genitals of 80% of breeding males to prepubertal size. Then the government knows for certain that people can’t find a way around it, and the enforcers can tell at a glance who’s a neuter and who isn’t. No matter how much men want to, they can’t produce sperm.”

“I won’t even be able to get a boner?”

“No, but you’ll still feel arousal.”

“So, how does it work?”

“It’s very simple actually. We stimulate you regularly over the next week. You’ll experience a state of near constant arousal, with orgasms every few minutes. Because your penis is constrained, you won’t become erect so you won’t suffer the penile fatigue that normally comes with sustained arousal, but with each orgasm, your testicles will get smaller and smaller, and your capacity to ejaculate will diminish. After a week, you will no longer be capable of unassisted orgasms. In a year, you’ll be fitted with a much smaller chastity cap, which will lead to the atrophy of your penis. You’ll wear that for another year, and will undergo one hour of continuous assisted orgasms twice a week. By the end of that, your testicles will have reduced to a fraction of their normal size, and your capacity to produce semen will be non-existent.”

He thought about her description in silence as they walked.

Eventually he said, “Thank you for speaking to me like an adult.”

She gave him a strained smile.

“A lot of boys feel very embarrassed or angry. The other personality often takes the edge off their anger.”

“I felt the opposite way.”

“Understood.”

They arrived outside a door. The number 344 was sprayed in a six-inch-high stencil font beside it. Hay-Zl tapped on the door.

“Staff, I have a visitor.”

“Come in,” a voice called.

She pressed a panel on the wall and the door opened. She led Ferdy inside. There were two beds, each with a bedside cabinet. It looked comfortable but as generic as a million hotel or motel rooms across the planet. Another young man was laying on his side on one of the beds, facing away from them. He rolled over to see who had entered.

“Hey Calden, I have a roommate for you. This is Ferdy.”

“Hey Ferdy,” Calden said in a small, sad voice.

“Calden arrived yesterday so he’s already dry, I’m sure he can guide you if there’s anything else you need.”

“Dry?” Ferdy queried.

“She means my nuts are empty, and I’m never going to cum again,” Calden said, with a glowering resentment that Ferdy shared.

He was a small guy, maybe five five tall, with a light physique. He had hair that hung just above his shoulders. If he wasn’t so delicate looking, you might have taken him for a surfer, but Ferdy immediately assessed that the kid was more of a sensitive, bookish type.

“Okay, well, I’m going to leave you two to get to know each other. If there’s anything you need, just go to reception, or you can ask any of the red stripers. It’s probably best to leave the guards alone.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

“No pwoblem!” she said in a silly voice and popped her hip like Betty Boop

He looked at her, shocked by the return to character, and she gave him a playful wink that made him instantly like her. He gave her a warm grin and she left.

Calden sat up and came over to greet Ferdy.

“Hey Sib.”

“Hey. Calden wasn’t it?”

“It was,” he said smiling.

“How long since you last came?”

Ferdy frowned.

“What? Err, I dunno, couple of minutes. Why?”

“Hard to have a conversation when one of you zones out every few minutes.”

“Yeah, I guess. How many times have you cum?”

“I dunno.  Hundreds probably.”

“You’ve squirted hundreds of times?!”

“Oh, squirted? I dunno. I mean if you count just kind of dribbling out, then 30. 50 maybe. That was mostly yesterday. Today just a few times, and then, not much.”

“What’s it feel…”

Ferdy stopped mid-sentence, as he was overtaken by another orgasm. Calden reclined on his bed and waited for it to be over.

When it had passed, Ferdy took while to recover.

“Wheweee! That was a strong one.”

He mopped up the mess.

“What’s it feel like?” Calden said, completing the sentence Ferdy had started. “Exactly like that more or less, every single time. Sometimes more powerful, but never less. Except it makes you more and more tired each time. And your nuts get tighter.”

Ferdy looked at Calden’s nuts. They were the size of small grapes, each clearly defined, pulled up towards his groin in a soft bag.

“They’ve started shrinking?” Ferdy said.

Calden shrugged.

“Not that I noticed. I know; they’re pretty small. They’ve always been like that. And my dick. Just not a stud I guess.”

He laughed, and Ferdy grinned back. The kid’s honesty was appealing.

Now it was Calden’s to stare.

“Guess you wouldn’t know about that. Yours looks pretty big.”

Before Ferdy could respond, Calden added, “Not that it matters now I guess.”

Ferdy didn’t think it would be kind to point out that there was still a range of dick sizes among neuters.

Calden suddenly curled up on his bed. Ferdy realised that it was his roommate’s turn. He put his clothes on the bedside table and walked into the lavatory, shutting the door behind him. He slid his finger over his wristcom, and found his father’s number. His dad answered on the first ring.

“Ferdy! How you doing son?”

“I didn’t get selected.”

“Yeah, they told us. I’m sorry. How you holding up?”

“Okay, I guess. I’m in my room. They put a cage on my dick and these things in my ass and my nutsack.”

“What kind of things?”

“I dunno little circuits I think. They actually stuck them inside my nutsack, on my nuts. They said they’re going to weld on and they won’t come off, ever.”

“What do they do?”

“They make you nut super horny, like every few minutes. But you can’t get a boner ‘cause your dick’s in this cage.”

“Wow. Does it hurt?”

“Nah, but it’s kind of messy and you can’t stop yourself cumming. You pretty much can’t do anything when that’s happening.”

“Every few minutes you said?”

“Yeah.”

“How long for?”

“The whole time I’m here I think.”

“Oh jeez. Well try to get through this Ferdy. We’ll go out somewhere cool when you’re done. Waterena or the Lo-G  park.”

“I’ll be naked dad.”

“So will most of the other people there.”

“I think it’s gonna take some time…”

They continued chatting until the conversation was interrupted.

Ferdy stopped talking and instead made a series of grunting sounds.

“Nnng, guuuu, uuuuuu.”

“Ferdy, are you okay?”

 “Nnnnnnuh, uhhh.”

Son, what’s happening? Should I call for help?”

Ferdy just about managed to get out a guttural response.

“Nnnn no dad, nnnn… nutting.”

“What do you mean? Are you hurt?”

The orgasm passed.

“Gimme a sec dad,” Ferdy said, regaining his composure.

He breathed heavily, panting, then he explained.

“I was uhh, cumming. You know, an orgasm.”

“Right when we were talking?”

“Yeah. It feels really weird nutting while you’re just sitting there listening.”

“I can call back later if you like?”

“Every three minutes dad, remember.”

“All day?”

“Yeah. Like I said.”

The man whistled air through his teeth as the immensity of the experience sank in.

“Phew, that sure is a lot of orgasms.”

“No kidding.”

They carried on talking for 15 minutes, punctuated by five more orgasms, before Ferdy ended the call. When he returned to the bedroom, Calden lay on his back reading.

“You wanna go down to the rec?”

“Rec?”

“Yeah, with the TV and games and stuff.”

“Sure.”

“Don’t forget your towel.”

Ferdy picked it up. It was already soggy with jizz.