KehnDre gave up on trying to get back to sleep and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He'd been awake for hours, miserable from the combination of pressure on his bladder and his need to ejaculate. He'd have to hold out for a few hours until they collected his semen, providing a welcome, if brief, respite from that need. His bladder problem was easier to handle. ElleKay was there to help him.
He looked forward to collection days but this one was tinged with sadness. It was the final day of ElleKay's one year contract as his personal physician. He was going to miss her a hell of a lot. There was something about her beyond her beauty and quick wit that was very appealing. "Maybe I'll wind up liking AhnMarre just as much," he consoled himself without conviction.
Donors like KehnDre had been required to have a doctor with them at all times since one of them tried to castrate himself to get out of the program. KehnDre never learned whether he was successful. It was decided that donors needed companionship as well as protection. The State was as accommodating as was practical. They did what they could to make incarceration (officially referred to as "permanent residence") in a Re-population Center as pleasant as possible. Altruism aside, it made sense to try to make donors happy. They'd live longer and produce more.
They supplied him with dossiers including video interviews on each physician candidate. He selected each year's winner (as he liked to think of them) from among dozens of equally qualified prospects. They were much alike; volunteers from the top ten percent in their class, trained in psychology beyond standard med school courses, blessed with a high tolerance for boredom and frustration and between twenty nine and thirty two years of age. KehnDre always chose women although men were also available. Some donors preferred men because they found it too frustrating to be around women or because they were gay. KehnDre liked women's company, the way they looked and smelled and the things they did to themselves and sometimes let him do to them. He'd even come to appreciate the constant, unrelieved sexual tension between them. It certainly made life a lot more interesting.
Genetic mutations from radiation, pollution, chemical warfare or something yet to be determined had so altered the gene pool that only a few men on each continent could metabolize testosterone well enough attain an erection and produce viable sperm. Semen was the rarest and most valuable commodity in the world, a natural resource jealously guarded by the State. It was far too valuable to waste on intercourse. KehnDre was one of only a handful of potent males on the entire continent.
He stood in the doorway helplessly clutching the cylinder enclosing his cock. He was rock hard from having to urinate and watching her and he couldn't do a damned thing about it. He walked over to the bed. She still didn't realize he was there. He watched her and listened to the little wet sounds of her fingers until he felt guilty and cleared his throat. She stopped and looked at him in irritation and embarrassment. Most of her predecessors had masturbated in front of him. Some, he was certain, to torment him; others to incite him to satisfy them with his hands, mouth and unfeeling cylinder. He had never seen ElleKay do it but he was certain she did, at least occasionally. Straight women had no other way to satisfy their biological yearnings.
"Sorry to disturb you," he apologized "but I have to pee." ElleKay sighed and moved her hand out from under the sheet. KenhDre's cock pulsed at the sight of the wetness on her long, slender fingers.
She'd been in agony for weeks. It would be intolerable if she didn't have her orgasm and that would be impossible if she helped him. She couldn't remove KehnDre's cylinder to let him urinate without an S. O. verifying that she was closed and she'd be too embarrassed to ask him to open her lock again five minutes later.
Miniature cameras monitored them constantly to make sure that he was well and safe and that not a single drop of his semen was wasted or stolen. No woman was allowed be alone with him when he was exposed unless she was closed. His hands had to be secured behind his back as an added precaution to make sure he wouldn't be able to waste any semen for his own pleasure. She took a deep breath and tried unsuccessfully to speak in her usual, professional voice.
"You interrupted me at a really bad time. Can't you wait a little while?" He momentarily considered being a gentleman but he didn't have the willpower. The unquenched lust on her beautiful, flushed face, her sweet, musky scent and little involuntary pelvic thrusts made him lightheaded with desire. He shook his head.
"Please, KehnDre," she pleaded "leave me alone for a while."
"If you aren't going to help me, at least give me something to take my mind off my problem," he demanded, forcing her hand. She sighed in resignation, patted the bed and turned her face to the wall. It was impossible to maintain her modesty and privacy in this fishbowl. She hated to have her body and her needs exposed but she had no choice. The S. Os. would interrupt them if they couldn't see that his cylinder was in place to prevent his ejaculating. He pulled the sheet down to give the cameras an unobstructed view.
KehnDre would rather have done it face to face as he had with the others. He wanted to see her reactions and have access to her breasts. ElleKay remained on her stomach. She never even masturbated on her back because she didn't want all the details of her secret pleasure recorded. It was still embarrassing but there was far less for the omnipresent cameras to capture when she lay on her stomach under the sheet. He lay between her legs and pressed the cylinder against her. ElleKay hadn't been desperate enough to do it with him before although she had fantasized about it. She loathed her weakness in letting it happen, but it was her last day. To hell with it.
The video record gathered by cameras at various locations around the room would be a permanent part of her file, available for anyone with authorization, including her husband, to view. She wasn't particularly concerned about him. He had no more interest in sex than any other man she'd ever met. KehnDre was, of course, the exception. Her husband ignored her needs because he had none of his own. He might comment on how disgusting the two of them looked if he saw her lying under KehnDre with his cylinder inside her but he wouldn't be jealous. Her sexuality was, at best, an irritating mystery to him. She was more concerned about how many of her superiors and coworkers would see their frantic, desperate coupling.
KehnDre was driven to do it even though it increased his frustration. It wasn't as emotionally satisfying as having sex would have been but he needed the closeness, however brief and artificial. She reached under her body, tilted her pelvis and guided the shiny metal between her labia. ElleKay had trouble taking it. He pushed slowly into her, stopping each time she gasped. It hurt both of them at first. She was wet enough but very tight. He finally managed to penetrate her far enough for his stomach to touch her upthrust buttocks. She relaxed. He tried to reach under her to touch the hot, wet folds around the cylinder and the mysterious little bump women loved to rub.
She grabbed his wrist and told him firmly "only on top." Letting him touch her between her legs would be too intimate. ElleKay braced herself on her elbows so he could cup her through her shirt. He slipped his hands inside it instead. She hissed "NO!" and tried to push his hands away. He squeezed her soft, heavy breasts until she trembled and gave in. She shook her head when he started to tell her how nice they felt.
"Don't say anything. Just help me finish, OK?" she asked softly. She couldn't allow herself to become emotionally involved with him. She needed to protect herself by keeping the act impersonal, devoid of meaning or emotion. She had never even let him kiss her. ElleKay needed to try to convince herself and the cameras that she was only doing it with him because she couldn't get what she needed alone.
He wondered what she was thinking about while she squirmed and heaved under him. He would have been amazed at the answer. She was fantasizing about taking off his cylinder and lying on her back under him while they made love the way couples once did it. Discounting dildos, her fingers and his cylinder, she was a virgin. All women of her generation were. For that matter, so were all men, KehnDre included. He'd been forced into the donor program when an erection gave him away during a routine potency screening when he entered puberty.
They bucked against each other until they were out of breath and soaked with sweat but she couldn't reach her climax. She needed more stimulation than she was getting from the slick cylinder. She lay flat, pressed her breasts into his hands and touched herself between her legs. Discovering another of her secrets inflamed him. KehnDre buried his face in the damp, fragrant hair at the back of her neck and stroked harder. A soft, moaning exhalation announced her first small spasm.
"Harder," she urged in a hoarse whisper. "I need to really feel it." She raised her pelvis and rubbed herself frantically while he drove the metal into her. "I'm so close! So close!" she whispered, then she moaned and hissed "damn it! I need to hurt!" through tightly clenched teeth. He dug his fingers into her breasts and pumped harder. ElleKay groaned "YES!" and rammed herself against him. Passion melted her reserve. He held his cheek to hers while she panted and struggled up the steep slope to her orgasm. KehnDre wondered what she was experiencing as she writhed and moaned beneath him. His own machine-induced orgasms were so short that he hardly remembered what they felt like afterwards. He let go of her breast and slid his fingers slowly down her belly, waiting for her to order him to stop. He paused when he reached her mons. She withdrew her hand, wrapped her fingers around the headboard and spread her legs wider in subtle invitation. ElleKay buried her face in the pillow and screamed when he touched her clit. He rubbed the little point until she went limp.
ElleKay patted his thigh. He let go of her breast reluctantly and climbed off, pulling the cylinder from her body with a wet, sucking sound. She rolled onto her side with her back toward him, pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed. Their moment of intimacy was over. She couldn't let him see her face and know the depth of her emotional vulnerability. KehnDre covered her with the sheet and lay silently beside her until she regained her composure.
ElleKay pointed over her shoulder at the nightstand and held out her hand for the lock. It resembled the spine of a small loose leaf binder. He accidentally locked it as he handed it to her. ElleKay looked at it in dismay. She always put it on before calling an S. O. to verify that it was in place. Most of them limited the examination to a perfunctory glance to minimize the indignity. Now she'd have to ask one of them to open it and have him watch her insert it. She bit her lip and pressed the button.
An S. O. she'd never seen before walked in, ignored her perfunctory "good morning" and stood at the foot of the bed. ElleKay handed him the lock. He slipped a thin magnetic key into its base. The rings opened with a loud click. She held out her hand but he moved it just beyond her reach, making her stretch for it. She took it and waited for him to turn his back. He looked at his watch and folded his arms across his chest. He had all the time in the world. She pushed down the sheet and spread her thighs. She usually had no trouble inserting it but he made her nervous. Her labia were puffy and slick. It took her a long minute of fumbling to get the rings through the holes. She looked up at him, hoping he was ready to leave and snapped the lock shut. He stared at her and smirked.
"Haven't you seen enough to satisfy you, officer?" she demanded. The little quaver in her voice told him he was really getting the better of her.
"No, doctor," he replied slowly with exaggerated courtesy, thoroughly enjoying her discomfort. "I have to be sure you've done it right." He hated her, deeply but impersonally, as most men hated women. Being sexless was a twofold curse for men because women weren't. He ordered her to move down toward him, raise her knees and spread her thighs. The shirt slid up, exposing her breasts. He stared curiously at them until she covered them.
"Move your legs wider apart," he ordered, bending over her. "Now spread yourself so I can make sure you're locked." She turned her face away so he wouldn't see her angry tears. KehnDre rose to face ElleKay's tormentor but there was nothing he could do to help her. The bastard was just following the rules to the letter. She stretched her labia with her finger tips while he poked and prodded her to verify that the rings were closed inside her, then he tried to force a finger into her, smiling broadly at her revulsion and helpless rage. He continued until she gave him the satisfaction of asking him to stop. He made an elaborate project of wiping her wetness from his fingers with the sheet, preventing her from covering herself. He grinned and pocketed the key. ElleKay pulled the sheet up to her waist and asked him if he was finished.
"Sure, doc," he replied. "I'm satisfied that you can't put anything in there." He walked to the door, turned back and grinned. "Just give us a call when you need to fill it again."
"I'm sorry. I wish I could have done something," KehnDre said softly after the S. O. left. She wiped her eyes and nodded. Her hands were trembling so much that she had a hard time pulling on her panties. He patted her shoulder awkwardly, turned away and held his hands behind his back so she could cuff them. KehnDre bent over and spread his legs so she could reach the lock behind his scrotum. The air felt cold on him when she eased off the cylinder.
ElleKay stood in front of him and held his cock down in the toilet bowl with her finger tips. It took a while for his flow to start and he had to strain to urinate through his erection. The pressure and warmth of her hand and the smell of her arousal were maddening. The thin material over her crotch was transparent with her wetness. He looked at the square outline of the lock nestled in her pubic hair and wished they were still in bed.
The shower was even worse. She leaned over, soaped his cock and balls and washed him gently with a face cloth while the steaming water cascaded over them. His heartbeat so hard he felt the blood pounding in his lips, temples and cock. Her lips were only inches from him. He though about old videos of women sucking men's cocks until they ejaculated. The sight of semen wasted on lips, faces and breasts was unthinkable but KehnDre would gladly have done it if only he could have. He tried to imagine whether it would feel better to ejaculate in her mouth or vagina.
Handling him aroused ElleKay as much as it did him. She succeeded in hiding every sign of it except the hardness of her nipples. ElleKay had spent the year struggling to suppress her curiosity about sex and her desire for KehnDre. As much as she wanted to make love to him, she was too disciplined and intelligent to ruin her life for a brief interlude of forbidden pleasure. She turned off the shower and dried him. He waited in his room while she showered, dried herself and dressed.
KehnDre sat on his bed and looked helplessly at his cock, which stood out at a right angle to his body, veins pulsing, twitching with each heartbeat. His ejaculations were limited to one per week so he'd have an ample amount of semen at each collection. He was always in agony by the seventh day and playing with ElleKay had made it that much worse. He wasn't scheduled for collection for several hours and the ache in his balls had worked its way into his cock. He was almost sorry that he'd done it with her. He rolled onto his stomach and rubbed himself against the sheet until she came back and held up the cylinder. He gave her a lopsided grin.
"Can't you leave that damned thing off for a while?" he pleaded, then looked around at the cameras and shouted "we won't break any fucking rules." She laughed for a moment but then she grew serious and told him she'd rather he were covered. She worked the cylinder into place and lay next to him. ElleKay took his hand and dropped her defenses for the first time. It didn't matter anymore. She'd be gone before noon.
"I've always wondered what sex would be like," she admitted.
"What do you call what you were doing this morning?"
"I don't mean with my hand or this," she patted the cylinder. "I mean real sex with a man, the way it's supposed to be."
"You'll never find out so why torture yourself?" She sighed and nodded.
"I wish I'd been born back when everyone could do it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "I wish a hell of a lot of things, ElleKay..."
She looked at the cylinder and shook her head at the ridiculousness of their situation. Using him for a dildo was acceptable to her superiors but talking like they were now would have required a meeting with Security if her assignment weren't over. She was past the point of worrying, though. She'd be back in the real world tomorrow, uncaring husband and all. ElleKay took a deep breath and talked to KehnDre about her marriage for the first time.
"I don't know why I need to tell you this but I do. My husband and I were classmates. We got married because we both wanted a child and singles can't get authorization. We also had a pretty nice friendship as different-sex relationships go and I was naive enough to think it could develop into something deeper. That dream lasted until he told me that what I did to myself was disgusting and the thought of touching me that way made him sick. I never suggested that we do anything intimate again. I feel badly about going back to him after being with you. I don't expect anything from him except help in raising the child but I wish our relationship could be different. I wish he could feel what I think you do for me."
Ellekay's realization that her problem was universal but didn't ease her loneliness and pain. People married for convenience, if they married at all. Love had disappeared along with sex, leaving men and women at odds without common ground on which to build or sustain relationships. He sympathized but there was nothing he could do or say that would help, nor did she expect him to. They lay next to each other in silence for an hour after she finished speaking, holding hands, wanting and needing each other and knowing it would never happen. She kissed him lightly and got up. It was time to go.
ElleKay escorted him to the security area outside the collection room and left him with AriCho, the technician. The S. O. inspected her skin tight anti-pilferage lab suit. The front- zippered, one piece garment locked at the neck, ankles and wrists. He prodded the outline of her labial lock through her clothing, a mandatory but unnecessary item on is checklist. Unlike ElleKay's, hers was impossible to remove without surgery and the law forbid tampering with a permanent lock even if she had been able to find a willing surgeon. Women of her social strata were never given an opportunity to conceive. That was reserved for the elite. The S. O. followed them inside the chamber and locked the door.
KehnDre undressed and lay face down on the table with his cylinder in the opening. She secured his wrists to restraints in the sides of the table and removed his cylinder. She had a hard time getting the collector sleeve over him. Her nervousness and his erection turned a usually short, mechanical procedure into two minutes of titillation. He enjoyed the feeling of her small, soft hands as she timidly worked the sleeve onto him. He was sorry when she finally succeeded. He'd had an orgasm years before while a novice technician tried to hook him up. He never saw her again.
AriCho lubricated the electrode wand and slipped it into his anus until it rested firmly against his prostate. She and asked if he was ready. He laughed at her politeness and the irrelevance of her question and nodded. He was more than ready but it wouldn't have mattered. The current would force him to ejaculate as soon as it hit him whether he wanted to or not. She sat on a low stool and stared at his glass-enclosed cock. His was the first erection she'd ever touched or, for that matter, seen except on tape.
"Is this the first time you've done this?" he asked while she nervously set the controls.
"Yes, with a live subject," she answered. Her face was only a foot away but he saw ElleKay's when she pressed the button. His muscles contracted, squirting a stream of semen into the collection vial with each pulse. KehnDre whispered ElleKay's name each time he ejaculated. The machine kept on pulsing him after he was drained. He fought to catch his breath and pleaded with AriCho to shut it off. She didn't seem to hear him. She sat transfixed, watching him writhe on the table until the machine timed out. He lay there, dizzy, sore and exhausted until she finally came to her senses, unscrewed the collector, pulled off the sleeve and withdrew the electrode. She took his shrinking cock between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it several times from base to head to expel any remaining semen. Satisfied that she had collected all she could, she capped the half- filled vial and handed it to the S. O.
As much of it as possible would be used immediately. All babies were now what were once quaintly called "test tube" babies. Several thousand ripe eggs awaited fertilization and implanting. The remaining semen would be frozen and stored or traded with other Centers to promote genetic diversity. AriCho helped him to sit up and steadied him until his head cleared. Her forehead was dewed with sweat despite the coolness of the room and she was trembling."
I guess she enjoyed the show, he thought sourly, looking at the little points of her nipples under her uniform. His cock and balls ached from over stimulation but he didn't say anything to her. It must have been one hell of an experience for her to handle an actual erection and see an ejaculation, albeit clinical and mechanical, in person. He'd gain nothing by complaining and she'd probably do better the next time.
She glanced at his flaccid cock and turned away. It now looked like every one she'd ever see outside the Center; shriveled and useless. AriCho wiped him carefully with a soft, antiseptic - soaked cloth and put the cylinder back on him.
"Just once," he said to the small, slender woman who stood with eyes averted while he dressed "I'd like to come some other way."
ElleKay was gone when he got back to the suite. AhnMarre was almost finished unpacking. She took a long, thick dildo unselfconsciously from her suitcase, laid it in a drawer and greeted him with a bright smile and warm handshake. She was even prettier than her pictures and obviously uninhibited but he wasn't in the mood to deal with her yet. He smiled lamely, went into his room and closed the door.
Central Access Control called KehnDre ten months later to inform him that he had a visitor. He went in expecting the usual bureaucrat or researcher but it was ElleKay who waited for him in the cold, sterile room. She was even more beautiful than she had been when they parted. He extended his hand but she embraced him, pressing her milk-heavy breasts and hard, distended stomach against him. He put his arms around her and held her tightly until the S. O. ordered them to separate.
They sat in awkward silence, looking at one another across a low table. There was so much he wanted to say but he couldn't get any of it out. He finally shrugged and shook his head. She nodded, smiled through her tears and rubbed her rounded belly.
"I hope everything will be perfect for both of you," he said and rose to leave. She rose, too and extended her hand across the table. KehnDre squeezed it and hurried from the room. He almost made it back to his suite before he began to cry.
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