Yaro Minnaar

Symbionts
Ultimate Cut

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1330 hours
Subject Files: 00230 through 00242
Master: Ecu'maret Prime

I'm anxious for the report on today's acquisitions. Sub-master Nor'ahd Betax is about to bring it. I hope the news will be good.

Upon finding this planet, soon after we discovered and abducted the first specimens of their species to be probed and analyzed, we found out that this world was meant to be paradise for my species, the Unguli. Human females were discarded. But the males… we discovered that human males carry what we've been after for so many decades now, the very reason why we live. Protheolytic enzymes, fructose and other elements are carried in great amounts in human males' seminal secretion. Their spermatozoa are rich in the nutrients that provide our only source of sustenance, and which at the same time enhance our own seminal secretion. We've also discovered that properly stimulated, human males can produce large quantities of seminal secretion.

So conquest began.

The process of enslaving this race has been slow, but fruitful. It's taken sixteen years. In this deadland which was once known as California, we're coming to the end of the wiping process. Most males over thirty and all the females have been removed. A pandemic, our agents through their news networks informed. "Attacks males and females in their prime" read the newspapers. "Females of all ages are struck by virus!" read other headlines. These people were of course not murdered, but brought into a murder-like state, so they could be memory wiped and placed in colonies throughout the earth. Their youngsters believe them to have died. Since the wiping, we've been doing recon missions and harvesting the young males between the ages of eleven and fourteen, for it is in those stages that their seminal secretion is richer in the elements we seek and in abundance as well. Properly trained, we'll make their production last all the way through their forties, when they'll be retired and given a nice life in peace. The first retirement home is under construction in an arid land located in the north pole of this planet. Master Kre'lmi Prime will be running the site.

Boys in our Shelter are encouraged to keep personal journals. Journals that I enjoy going through in my times of leisure. I find it extremely appealing to see how they integrate into our model society, which by the way, was designed with the help of a human male.

Upon joining the Shelter, our human guests are removed their name and assigned a number or designation. The designation is comprised of five digits, which indicate which number of boy he is, for matters of population control. The second part of a boy's designation is a letter that identifies his ethnicity. Last, but not least, a number that identifies his age. Think of one of our newcomers, Donovan Warren, whose designation is 00234-C12. He is our 234th boy, Caucassian, 12 years old. Thus 00234-C12.

The first comers upon our settling have now been moved to proctors, and the generation after was moved into Aides. Proctors have proven loyal subjects, so long as they receive what they most desire: sex with us, the masters. In all the years I've lived, I'd never found a species so lustful, except for mine. Many of them are docile, many of them are not, but we've tamed them and in the end all of them lust for the same thing: our seminal secretion, which they worship. So we have entangled in a symbiosis with them, we keep them loyal providing us with their precious semen, and we keep them loyal to our apetites by providing them with ours.

Perfect cycle.

In what few interactions we have with newbies we assume human shape, though it is hard and takes up a lot of our energy. Or, we subject them to memory wipes. But I don't like memory wipes, I have come to really appreciate males of this species as our opposite and complement. Probably many masters don't share my ideas, but I've come to really love this humans. I mean it, I love their tenacity, their ability to adapt, their desire to grow and advance. But most of all, I admire their lust and their sex drive. We never let newbies, trainees or Aides see our actual form. The only ones who have now seen us are the Proctors, but by then they're so addicted to our semen and so used to our apetites, that they do not feel disgusted by the sight of us. By then, we have built so much curiosity and desire upon them, that all they want is to worship and serve us. It works perfectly for us.

Perfect cycle.

Donovan Warren (12yo), Randall Chee (13yo), Jeremiah Winters (12yo), Hugo Smith (13yo), Perry Bixer (14yo), Andreas Rainheart (11yo)

Donovan Warren's Journal
February 26th 2345
0900 hours

I'm Donovan Warren and I'm a twelve. My parents are dead. They were taken by this pandemic they talk about in the news. It all started around ten years ago or so. Adults started dying. Nobody really knows why, but it did. Shelters for orphans were built and little by little I've seen the people disappear from the streets. Now it's my turn. My parents are dead… Dead! I'm alone now. I'm scared. My hands are shaking. I'm alone… I'm alone!

Two young men from the shelter are talking to me. They are nice. One of them is blonde, athletic. He says his name is Ronald. The other is wiry and red-haired. He's Stephen. They talk to me. They both tell me about the shelter. They keep on giving me instructions and telling me everything will be fine. I can't hear them. Something inside me has died along with my parents. But I can't cry, somehow I can't.

These two young men take me away in a van. The red-haired drives. The other one is sitting next to me.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

What a stupid question to ask. My parents just died. Why would he assume I am okay?

"I'm fine," I say and turn away.

"Don't worry about anything," he says, "You will be very well cared for at the shelter. We all are. Some of us have been there for some years now. I myself was taken to the shelter four years ago. I know you're going through rough times now, but before you think of it, you'll be happy again."

I nod and look out the window. That's my way of telling him I don't give a damn.

The building in the distance, a marvel of modern architecture, is growing larger as we approach it. It looks like a crystal dome with metal structures here and there. I realize we've been riding for over half an hour and also realize there's nothing else around the shelter but arid lands.

"I'm… scared…" I finally say.

"Don't be," the blonde says, "you're about to start a new life. Everything will be alright."

His tone reassures me for some reason and I remain quiet.

Ten minutes. The van stops in front of the shelter. It looks like a nice place. I hope I'll be alright. I certainly do.

We step out of the vehicle and the blonde takes me inside. He brings me inside an office where several other guys await. Some are crying. Some are catatonic. Some seem distracted or gone. We must be thirteen boys in total. Looking around I realize none in the bunch must be older than fourteen, fifteen tops. The blonde guy, Ronald, stays by my side as I sit in an empty spot. Stephen has gone away. Ronald explains that we'll be here waiting to be called by a doctor, who will make sure we're not carrying the disease. Only adults catch it, somehow, but Ronald says we need to be checked anyway, just to make sure.

A man in light blue scrubs calls my name. So I stand up and approach him. He gives me a pill which he asks me to take and gives me a plastic with water to wash the pill down. Ronald looks at me and smiles and nods in reassurance. I have the feeling that my existence is about to change forever. So I walk through the door, a door that will change my destiny. Life will never be the same.

Randall Chee's Journal
February 26th 2345
0915 hours

My name's Randall. I'm thirteen. Never thought the pandemic would reach my homeland. But it was only natural, I mean, it's struck everywhere. I lived alone with my grandpa. My father left when I was very young and my mother died soon after. I was an orphan anyway. And grandpa was old and tired. He tried his best to raise me. In many respects he was always my father. But as years passed by I noticed he was tired. The old man was almost seventy years old and had raised four sons and two daughters. He shouldn't have gone over raising another child so many years later.

But he did. And he was a great father.

When the pandemic started everybody panicked. But my grandpa and I lived isolated from the closest town, so we thought it wouldn't reach us. We were fool to believe it. My Grandpa passed away last night. A van from the Shelter came in this morning after I'd notified the local authorities, which is a couple of very young guys, probably twenty five years old if old.

Two guys came. One of them is outside, making sure the arrangements are made for my grandpa's corpse to be properly taken away. The other is coming in right now. He sits in front of me.

"Randall, right?"

I nod.

"I'm Daniel. I'm not gonna ask you if you're okay, for I guess you're not."

"I'm fine," I say.

Daniel is young, fair haired with intense blue eyes. My guess is twenty two years old. He's very nice as he explains to me about the shelter and the processes. He says the shelter's a very nice place. He say's I'll find my way there until I'm ready to go out into the world. He says he had never met a native American boy before. He compliments my long hair. Daniel is a very nice man. We ride in silence. I'm thinking of my new life and thinking about my grandpa. I look at Daniel smile and I know I'll be alright.

Jeremiah Winters' Journal
February 26th 2345
1000 hours

My name's Jeremiah, but I liked being called Jerry. I'm twelve years old. I can't understand anything. Everybody speaks. I wish they would shut up. I'm crying. My eyes are watery. I'm not whimpering. But I'm crying. I was brought here an hour ago. A guy named Corey picked me up at my place. He's sort of short, guess 1.70 [5'7"] and sort of built. He's got black and spiky hair. White skin. Blue eyes. Blushed cheeks. My mother passed away 24 hours ago. My brother Peter is gone. Don't know if he escaped. Don't know if he died. That was probably like a year ago. Peter was sixteen when he disappeared. We never heard of him again. I miss him. He was a red-haired like me. But he was slightly chubby. Lots of freckles on his face. Wish he hadn't gone.

There's more boys in this room. All of them have lost their parents. Like I have. I don't know what I'm doing here. It's a shelter for boys, Corey said. For orphans like me, he said. Orphans. The word sounds horrible. Corey says he came here two years ago. He says he missed his dead family in the beginning. He says he is now happier than he ever was. I don't think that's possible. Family's family.

A new guy has come in. He's tall and slim. Dark hair. Blue eyes. He was brought in by a blonde guy. He seems quiet. I'm not. My eyes keep watering even if I don't want them to. Why? Why did my mother have to die? Where is my brother?

A man steps through a door and calls my name. He seems like a nice person. Corey tells me to go ahead. I'm scared. But I'm here. And I will be here for some time. I try and think of happier times. With my mother. With my Brother Peter. Nights I miss him the most. He would come to my bed in the middle of the night and we would cuddle. He liked cuddling with me and I liked it too. He said he loved cuddling with me, and bathing with me and playing funny games we played in bed. He was always making fun of me cause my dick was bigger than his and he said he was more intelligent because his dick was smaller. We always laughed. I miss Peter so much. I wish he hadn't gone away.

I stand up. I walk to the man by the door. He smiles. He gestures for me to go in. I'm about to officially walk into the shelter.

Hugo Smith's Journal
February 26th 2345
1000 hours

Hugo here. I'm thirteen. If you lived my life, you'd say life sucks. Not me. I've been on the streets since I was twelve. Found my way round a living. I helped people with their market bags. Do errands. Wash cars. Watch cars. Gotta say I steeled sometimes. Din't like stealing. But I haved to sometimes. I didn't never steeled money. I steeled food sometimes. I was hungry, you see. When I growed a little older I discovered I could turn a few bucks trickin'. I was mostly seeked by loner guys. Was offered good money, food, bed for the night.

Then comed the disease. And more people died. Streets started getting empty. I got happy coz I haved lots of empty places to break into. Found my way in a small comfortable house. I was living there for some time. But today they comed. From the shelter. I first runned, coz I thought they was the police. But they sayed they din't wanna hurt me, so I stopped runnin'.

We're sitting on the small living room. The guy says his name is Adam. He reminds me of a trick I haved once. He was my regular. Carl was his name. Adam's thin an' white, Looks like a rich guy to me. He say he ain't no rich guy. He say he is a representative of the shelter. He say he will take me there, where I'll be happy.

Other guy comed too. Adam say is his partner and he drives. So we hop on a van. Adam say the shelter is close. Half hour from here he say. So Adam's partner drive.

"So," he say, "you have no family?"

"No," I say "been alone for some time now."

"Are you happy, alone, that is?" Adam ask.

"Nobody ain't happy alone," I tell him, "but I managed."

"Won't be like that anymore," he say.

I nod. I look at him.

"This shelter place," I say, "boys are happy there?"

"Very happy," Adam say and smile. He's sure got a white beautiful smile, "You'll be happy there too."

I smile. I think I haven't smile in some time. But I think this Adam guy is right and I'm gonna be happy there. I'm not will have to steal. I'm not will to run away. I'm will to have me a place, a work and friends. I wish I can be at the shelter now.

Perry Bixer's Journal
February 26th 2345
0700 hours

I'm Perry Bixer. I'm a cock slut. Delete that. LOL. I've been away for so long that the news didn't really shock me. See, I'm fourteen years old, but I've been in a boarding school since I was six. My family? Well, a workaholic rich bastard and my mother, a woman who was always more interested in her charities than her son. I had no siblings, my mother only had me, the one to blame for having lost her so cared for figure.

I don't complain, I never did. They have been strangers for me for so long I don't even think I love them anymore. Two people I saw on Christmas and summer vacation. But today, the principal at my boarding school in Massachusetts said he had something urgent to tell me. So I was summoned to his office this morning and was informed that my parents passed away last night. He asked me to pack because he said two representatives of the Shelter for victims of the Pandemic would be picking me up tonight.

So, I'm sitting at a hotel room, where these two representatives brought me. Arnold Kerrigan and Hikaru Johnson. 26 and 28 respectively. Fancy hotel, first class. Presidential suite. Hikaru's gone to get our tickets. We need to fly back to California, but apparently our flight was cancelled. I'm at the hotel with Arnold now.

"So, Perry," he starts, "how are you taking all this?"

"Fine," I say as I go through a book I've been reading, "My parents and I weren't very close, you see? So I'm fine."

"I see. Does the prospect of living in a shelter scare you?"

"Would it be different from a boarding school? Don't think so, no…"

"Actually," he says, "it will be. You see, the Shelter is not only so, but it's a community. A community of happy people who work together for their own community."

"Sounds boring," I say, still reading.

"Oh, it's not!" he says, "It really gives each and every member the opportunity to develop a career in what he's more suited for."

"Look," I say looking away from my book, "You don't have to sell the concept, really. I'm going there anyway."

"I know," Adam says, "I just… never mind."

I look at him this time. "I'm sorry," I say, "I'm being rude. I don't mean to."

He smiles. "It's fine," he says, "I just wanted you to know that the Shelter really is a nice place to live at. That's all."

"Thank you," I tell him, "really."

We remain quiet and wait for Hikaru.

Andreas Rainheart's Journal
February 26th 2345
1020 hours

I'm Andreas. I'm eleven. I am standing in the doorway as they come. I wasn't expecting anyone to show, but they did. They're here for me and I'm glad. There was never space for me at home anyway. I'm the youngest of four brothers. My parents were mature and tired when they had me. Mom was forty one when I was born. Dad was forty six. My other siblings were no longer home, save for Richard. They had married. Richard never married, he said women were otherworldly creatures. But he would date a different one every week or so.

My mom passed away when I was ten. Massive heart attack. Richard died last night. Dad died this morning. Richard was the closest to a father I ever had. My parents thought I was weird. Since I was a toddler I knew I was different. I was really good at sports but I was uncomfortable around people.

My coach, a twenty-nine year old good buff hairy blonde, did not fail to see that I had difficulty interacting with people, so I guess that made me the perfect target. So one afternoon after training he said he wanted me to stay, for he needed to talk to me. When I came into his office, that summer afternoon, after soccer training and after the showers, my whole existence changed forever.

He said he'd noticed how I had difficulty interacting with my team mates and classmates in general He said he probably thought I was a different guy, a loner. But being a loner, he said, was not bad, it was just different. He said he wanted to become my friend so I would have someone to trust and come to whenever I needed something.

I said I totally understood though I didn't know where things were going. He then placed me in his lap. He said I was very cute. He said he really liked boys that were loners. One of his hands was gently caressing my tummy as his other hand was now resting on my left leg. He said he really liked me. He moved his hand from my leg up and moved it inside my shorts. I knew this was bad touching and I got so scared I didn't know how to react, so I stayed still. His hand started massaging my weenie and kept on doing so until I had this funny sensation in there, like I wanted to pee, only I didn't. That day I had my very first dry orgasm, though I wasn't really clear what it was.

He kept on finding excuses for me to come into his office after class and kept on doing things to me until I turned eleven. I actually had my first ejaculation at his office. One day he ran away and I never heard of him again.

Now, my brother and father have been taken by the pandemic. And the people from the shelter have come. They've been talking to me for some minutes now. I know everything will be alright.

Donovan Warren / 00234-C12 (12yo), Randall Chee / 00230-NA13 (13yo), Jeremiah Winters / 00233-R12 (12yo), Hugo Smith / 00240-C13 (13yo), Perry Bixer / 00237-G14 (14yo), Andreas Rainheart / 00242-B11 (11yo)

This chapter might come across as a bit repetitive, since all our six newcomers will be given a physical (yes, one of those sexually abusive ones), but it's very relevant in establishing each of the boy's personalities.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Trel'eco Mitse
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 0945 hours
File Number: 00234-C12 Donovan Warren
Tagged: RED

The subject seems distracted. He is fidgeting as we speak. He seems scared at my presence. Through his clothes I can tell he's slim. My silence seems to make him uncomfortable.

"So," I begin, "What's your name?

"Donovan," he says. I can tell by his voice he's scared, "Donovan Warren."

I smile, though my smile seems to scare him, so I stop smiling.

"Please, Donovan," I tell him as I hand him the red pill and the glass of water, "take this pill. It'll help you relax."

He takes the pill without hesitation.

"How old are you Donovan?"

"Twelve."

Subject is still uncomfortable. His eyes come and go around everything and he keeps on fidgeting. I try joking so he can feel better, but I don't think I'm being funny. I shouldn't care anyway, I'm just here to test him. Him, and all other subjects as every single time.

"Please, Donovan," I say, "Stand up for me."

He does hesitantly. I walk around him measuring him up. He's Caucasian, with dark blonde hair and blue eyes. I ask him to step on the scale. 1.52 meters [5'0"] tall and 32 kilos [70 lbs]. Slim.

His pupils have dilated, so I know the pill has taken effect. I ask him to get naked. He seems nervous, like he wasn't expecting it. I tell him I need to run a physical on him. He complies.

When he does, I notice he blushes. He's perfect. Slim, white skinned all over. There's a patch of downy black hair around his penis and scrotum. That will have to go, the masters don't like their humans with hair in those areas. His flaccid penis is around 3 cm [1 in]. I ask him to lean on the medbed and spread his legs for me; he complies.

I come from behind and stand next to him. As I do so, I bring my hand down so as to weigh his balls. He startles as I grab his balls and moans slightly, but says nothing. I ask him to lay down on the medbed. He complies once again. I bring a med-arch on top of him and tap a series of commands. The restraining field works immediately.

"I… I can't move!" he says scared.

"I know," I tell him in a reassuring voice but refrain from smiling "I've applied a restraining field so you won't move during examination. Don't worry, this won't take long."

Now that the restraining field is in place I can take my time so I begin. I first open his legs to the sides of the med-bed, where a couple of polymer braces emerge and keep the ankles in place. He gasps. I go then over his body. He's got pink and small nipples. I pinch one between my index and thumb. He gasps again. His nipple hardens immediately. The other one hardens at the same time.

I scribble in my medpad: immediate reaction to nipple pinching stimulation.

I run my gloved hands over his chest and torso and notice his skin react. There's a blush in his cheeks. I jot that down. He gasps again. I tap a command on the med-arch and the laser pencil comes out immediately. I program it and then bring it over his pubis. His pubic hair should be gone in no time. As I move his penis sideways to complete the hair removal from it and his testes, I notice it starts engorging with blood at my simple touch. It keeps on hardening.

"Doctor?" he says, "Doctor… please…"

I ignore him and scribble in my medpad: immediate reaction to penile casual touching. Ball retraction at casual touching.

I bring the laser pencil down and remove the hair from his testes. I go further down and clean the hair in his anus. As I place my fingers on it, it automatically twitches in anticipation. He gasps again.

I scribble in my medpad: immediate reaction to anus casual touching.

The laser pencil retracts to the med-arch once I'm done.

On to phase two.

I go down and touch his penis once again, this time, trying to find vulnerable spots. He's got an uncircumcised penis, so I bring down the foreskin and his penis goes fully erect.

"Doctor…" he says between heavy breaths, "please… please…"

I ignore him. I measure his cock up and scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 9 cm [3.5 in], Girth: 6.5 cm [2.5 in](average)
• Glans generals: Shape: triangle, size: normal, color: red
• Testicular volume: 3.8 ml, Long axis: 2.4 cm [1 in] (below average)
• Scrotum generals: color: pink-brownish size: (average)

"Your glans is red," I tell him as I lick my lips, "extremely red for a boy so white."

I rub at his cockhead and he gasps. The pill has really taken full effect now, for even when embarrassed, I can tell he doesn't want me to stop.

I go down and try his testes. I squeeze them lightly and his urethra releases a healthy amount of pre-seminal liquid.

"Stop!" he says, but I ignore him.

I scribble in my medpad: immediate pre-seminal reaction to testicle pain stimulation.

I squeeze his testicles a little harder.

"Hurts…!" he says, but his cock regales me a new pre-seminal droplet.

I continue to squeeze at his balls.

"It… hurts!" he says again, "St ... stop… please… it… hu ... hurts!"

But the harder I squeeze, the more his cock throbs, and the more pre-seminal liquid his urethra releases.

I scribble in my medpad: very vulnerable to testicle pain stimulation, the harder the pain, the more his secretion.

His reaction to pain has me almost convinced I'll tag him a Red. But I think I might need to move on to a stronger phase of pain stimulation. I tap new commands and the med-bed produces an acrylic-like testicle crusher, which I place bringing his cock through the hole designed for it. I tap at my console and the crushing starts taking place, pressing on his balls at a rate of 3mm/1 min.

"Ohh… it… it hurts… ohhhhh… hurts… please, doctor… please…" he says. He might want me to stop, but the throbbing of his penis is continuous, and his urethra is producing an abnormal amount of pre-seminal fluid, so I know I can't stop now.

I scribble in my medpad: testicle pain stimulation by crushing increases pre-seminal secretion.

I'll just need to see his time lapse ejaculation and volume. I tap a command on the med-arch and the bed brings a penile stimulation ring from under him, which I place around his shaft. A couple of electro-nodes are also attached to the crushing board, so the electricity can flow through his testicles as they are being squeezed. I tap a series of commands and the electro stimulation begins.

"No… no… no…!" he repeats over and over as he tries to break free of the restraining field, but he can't. He moans and gasps and squeals. The machine has been set on orgasm mode so I can measure up his reaction. The semen container cap comes out from the med-arch and places itself by vacuum suction over his glans.

"Oh… doctor… Oh, doctor… please, please… doctor… oh… oh… ohhhhhhhhhhh…!!!!"

Stimulation takes the average lapse for ejaculation in human teen males, thirty five minutes under electro-stimulation and vacuum suction bring a healthy ejaculation from subject 00234-C12 among a non-stop chorus of moans and whimpers. An ejaculation of 3.5 ml by earth measures, average amount for a boy his age.

The penile-ring, the pads and the suction cup are dragged back inside the med-bed and arch. I wipe his penis clean and shock it with a de-stimulation phaser so it goes back to normal. I tag him: Red. I send the request for his uniform.

He's wasted. Now that his orgasm has receded he looks at me with frightened eyes. A subordinate comes in carrying a set of clothes for subject 00234-C12.

"Are you sure he's a Red, Doctor?" Nurse Ort'na Minus asks as he approaches the med-bed.

"I am, Nurse. Do you doubt my good judgment?"

"No, sir. It's just that we haven't gotten any human subject past Green today, except for that Golden boy. So it did call my attention."

"I know, but I'm positive. Please, leave the uniform and leave."

"Yes, Doctor."

00234-C12 starts whimpering.

"It wasn't that bad, now, was it?" I ask him

He doesn't reply but only pouts.

"Wh-why would… you do those… things?" he asks.

"I ran a few tests to ensure you are healthy."

"Tests?" he asks.

"Yes, and I'm glad to report you're healthy as a stallion."

I remove the medarch and ask him to stand up. Then I give him his new clothes and tell him that's what he'll be using while in the shelter. He looks at the ring askance. The ring should go around his penis and testes as a measure of control, among other things. He seems disturbed about it, but he doesn't make a fuzz as I clamp it shut. I ease him inside his jockstrap and he looks at it.

"Go on, boy," I tell him, "get dressed, we don't have all day."

He puts on the white undershirt and finally the red overalls. I show him to the door behind my desk. He goes out.

I'm glad he's gone. I've been testing humans all morning and the only thing I want is to go to my quarters and have a go at my genitals. So many penises and so much semen for a day, my throat is dry and I really need to get my rocks off. That, unfortunately, won't be happening any time soon.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Devrat'Smuc Krucef
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 0945 hours
File Number: 00230-NA13 Randall Chee
Tagged: GREEN

The subject seems calmed. Probably the quietest of the boys I've examined today. He's got long black hair and Native American skin. He looks at me straight in the eye as he takes the red pill. I hand him the glass of water. He swallows the pill and we begin.

"So," I tell him smiling, "Let's start with your name."

"Randall Chee," he responds.

"Good. Age?"

"Thirteen years old."

"Good." I say. "Brothers or sisters?"

"No."

"Good. Circumcised?"

He hesitates.

"No," he responds.

I scribble in my pad: uncut.

"Good. Sexual experience?"

"None."

I scribble in my pad: virgin.

"Good. Please, stand up and get naked."

He hesitates but complies almost immediately. Even flaccid, I can tell he has a huge glans which shows real big on his 4 cm [1.5 in]flaccid organ.

I ask him to step on the scale.

I scribble in my pad: 1.50 mt [4'11"]. 52 kilos [115 lbs].

"Sit down on the medbed, please," I tell him.

He complies. I then run my gloved hands over his lower abs and take both his cock and balls. He gasps in surprise but says nothing. Good sign. I look at his eyes and notice the pupil dilation is at peak. So I ask him:

"Lay down on the medbed, please."

He complies. I bring the med arch over his chest and explain to him about the restraining field. He acknowledges what I say by nodding. I squeeze at his cock.

"Doctor?" he asks.

"Be silent," I order him.

His body tenses. Then it relaxes. I run my gloved hand over his chest and torso. I pinch at his nipples and he moans.

"Doctor…"

"I said, be silent!" I command in a more authoritarian tone.

I pinch again and he moans again.

"Good, Randall!" I say.

I scribble in my pad: higly sensitive reaction to nipple pinching stimulation.

I tap a command on the med-arch and the laser pencil comes out immediately. I program it and then bring it over his pubis. His black and heavy pubic hair should be gone in no time. There's no reaction whatsoever to my casual touching of his genitals.

I scribble in my pad: no physical response to casual touching.

"Doctor… I… should you…?"

"This will be the last time I ask you to be silent," I warn him.

I bring my gloved hands over his organ now. My left hand rests over his penis shaft, while my right one moves about his foreskin. It is very tight, but that cannot stop me; I need to directly stimulate his glans, so I spit in his foreskin.

"Doctor… I think…"

I don't let him finish. I tap a command and a polymer tubule emerges from the left side of the medbed creating a gag. He tries to complain, but can say nothing. So it's time to continue. My saliva has the desire effect, for his penis comes to an erection. It is a good 13 cm [5 in]. Thin on the shaft, thicker nearing the glans. His penis starts throbbing as I insert my finger inside his foreskin. He thrashes about, but the restraining field is working perfectly. I rub for a couple of minutes until he is ready and I slide it down. His eyes half close and I can tell he's getting seriously horny. I bet he's never peeled his foreskin back, because a slightly dirty mushroom-like bulbous purple knob covered in white abundant smegma comes out. I feel his penis throb in my hands as his glans has been completely released.

I scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 13 cm [5 in], Girth: 8 cm [3 in] (slightty above average)
• Glans generals: Shape: knob, size: mushroom, color: purple

• Testicular volume: 4.5 ml, Long axis: 2.8 cm [1.1 in] (average)
• Scrotum generals: color: purple-brownish size: (slightly above average)

I bring a wipe from the wipe-pad so I can sanitize the knob. It keeps throbbing. Subject 00230-NA13 moans thorugh the gag and tries to free himself from the restraining field, letting me know he has a very sensitive glans. His moans are louder and come at regular intervals.

I scribble in my pad: extremely sensitive reaction to glans stimulation. No pre-seminal fluid so far.

I tap on my console and the med-arch regales me with a wipe and a sound covered in Ceratimicine, a chemical synthesized from the masters' sublingual glands. Ceratimicine applied on humans stimulate their genitals into producing pre-seminal liquid. So I wipe both his testicles, so the chemical can be absorbed via his scrotum into his testes. He moans.

I insert the Ceratimicine sound into his urethra and push at its piston, so the substance can travel all the way to his prostate and seminal vesicles. As the fluid travels inside him, he thrashes and moans, his eyes always partially closed. I can tell he is now horny beyond his own expectations.

Because of what I observed, I know where I must concentrate all my efforts. I tap a new command and the medarch gives me a tubule which oozes a lubricant over the subject's glans. I spread it over his glans and start polishing his knob. I can hear his muffled moans come at shorter intervals. I should be stimulating his testicles by now, but that purple abnormally big glans I need to keep working. I don't get to see too many glans this size. As I continue stimulation of his glans, the prescription has run its course, for a nice and large droplet of pre-seminal liquid oozes from his urethra.

I scribble in my pad: favorable reaction to Ceratimicine.

My right hand keeps on polishing his knob, and I bring my left one to begin testicle stimulation. I squeeze and feel his cock throb.

I scribble in my pad: average reaction to testicle pain stimulation.

By this point I'm almost sure what this boy will be tagged. But I can't anticipate my conclusions. I tap another set of commands and the vaccum milker is produced from under the bed. I place it over his crazy throbbing penis and begin the cycle.

I'm curious, very. So I tap my console and the gag is removed.

"Stop! Stop!" he says scared, "You shouldn't be doing this!"

The vacuum milker has accelerated its rhythm. He's close, I can feel it.

"Stop, stop, stop!" he complains, "Oh, gawd, stop!"

This is too good an offer. This is a cock I can't deny myself, I want a go at it. So, I tap a series of commands and my monitoring cam goes off. Will be off for no longer than three minutes while the system realizes there's a glitch and fix it. I tap new commands and the vaccum milker retracts. I go on to his knob and polish it. It's throbbing like crazy. He's complaining but I feel the spurt coming up. I lower myself and encase his gourgeous glans in my hungry mouth. He let's go of the artificial cock as he sees me swallowing his cock.

"Nooooooooooo… stoooooooooooop…!!!" he says but it's late for that.

He cums inside my mouth. So delicious human seed. So copious. So sweet. I bring down the suction cup, so it can take the rest of his ejaculation. It's harvested. 1 ml left. Fine. I'll tag him a Green anyway. His full ejaculation must have been around 3 ml, but I cannot tag him a Silver or a Golden, for they'll ask about the ejaculation load. He's heavily breathing and moaning as I continue to rub his purple knob. I know it's more than anyone can take after having cummed, but it might do him good to get accustomed to being manipulated.

My cam comes back online just when I'm using the de-stimulation phaser to bring his penis into an inert state.

He's gone silent now.

Subject 00230-NA13 looks at me exhausted. He looks at me and there's something in his eyes. He's not angry. I can tell he is confused, like he's trying to understand how it could've felt so good if he's just been abused.

"Very well. We're pretty much done." I tell him.

I send a command to get his uniform. I ask him to stay still as I place the ring around his genitals. He swallows hard as I do so. Most definitely a Green. Such lovely cock. Such tasty seed.

His uniform comes. He dresses and I send him on his way.

"Thank you, Randall," I tell him, "you can step through that door. Your Aide will come to assist you. Welcome to the shelter."

He's pouting. He nods.

And off he goes.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Sulti'esmu Minus
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1020 hours
File Number: 00240-C13 Hugo Smith
Tagged: SILVER

Subject 00240-C13 walks in and I ask him to sit down on the chair facing mine. He's a nice looking guy, black short wavy hair, slightly chubby. White skin, very thick black eyebrows. Very thick lashes. Gray-green eyes.

"I'm the doctor in charge of conducting your preliminary physical. My name's Steven. What's yours?"

"Hugo," he says, "Hugo Smith."

"Very well, I'm going to need you to take this pill," I tell him as I hand him the red pill and the glass of water. He swallows the pill and gives me the glass back.

"Let's start, Hugo," I tell him, "First I'll ask you some questions, for your med-file."

He nods.

"How old are you, Hugo…?"

"Thirteen."

"Good. I heard you were living on your own. Is my information correct?"

"Yes…" he says

"I'm sorry," I say sincerely.

"T'sokay."

"Let's continue. Are you circumcised?"

"Wha's that?"

"If your penis has a foreskin over the head…"

He blushes.

"Just for the record," I say.

"It haves it," he says.

I scribble in my pad: uncut.

"Have you had any sexual experience?"

He blushes again.

"Some," he says.

I smile at him.

"Can you tell me about it, so I can complete your medfile?"

"Yes," he says. He's quiet, his eyes avoid mine, but he starts, "I tricked for food sometimes on the street,"

He wipes his nose though it's clean. I think it's a tick.

"I see. Did you intercourse?"

"Wha's that?" he asks, puzzled.

"Sorry for that. Did you have full sexual relations?"

"No," he says still looking down.

"This might be uncomfortable for you, Hugo, I'm sorry, but I need you to be more specific…"

"Was payed if I let them suck on my cock, doctor."

I scribble in my pad: has been performed oral sex.

"Bet you have a nice one!" I say joking.

He pulls his cock out his sweatpants.

"Dunno. What'cha think, doc?"

I gasp in shock. "You did not need to do that!" I say, "I was joking."

"Oh, sorry," he says and pulls his penis back inside. I do have to say, it is a nice one.

"Don't be," I tell him, "let's continue…"

"But it is, right?" he asks, "a nice one?"

"It is," I tell him and smile.

"Good shooter too," he says and now smiles as he blushes.

I smile and blink an eye at him.

"I'm glad to know. Please, stand up for me please."

He complies.

"Okay, Hugo, I'm going to need you to get naked."

"So, you did want to see my nice one," he says as he brings down his pants, "Joking, doc."

"I know. Please, step on this scale."

I scribble in my pad: 1.50 mt [4'11" in]. 64 kilos [141 lbs].

He seems comfortable with his nudity. I ask him to lean on the medbed and spread his legs. He does immediately. Soon as he's naked I see his gorgeous penis and a couple of well-sized testicles. His appendage is not a long one but looks thicker than average.

I come from behind him and grab his balls as to weight them. He moans slightly and opens his legs a bit more. He likes it, so I delay my touch a bit more. I can feel his cock swelling.

"Lay down on the bed please, Hugo."

He lies down as I ask him to. I place the medarch over him.

"Now," I say, "I'll place a restraining field on you, so you can be kept steady during examination, okay? It won't hurt, but you won't be able to move?"

"Okay, doc," he says and exhales, as if he's nervous.

I tap a command and the laser pencil comes from the left side. I begin by removing his pubic hair. It's heavy, so it takes me some time to do so, especially around his testes and down his anus. As I'm done, the laser pencil retracts into the medarch.

I begin on his penis. I touch it on the shaft and it starts swelling quickly enough.

"Mmmphhh…"

"Are you okay, Hugo?

"Yes, doc…" he says, "feels good, your hand in my cock…"

"I'm glad," I tell him and smile.

I scribble in my pad: immediate penile reaction to stimulation.

I go down and touch his penis once again, this time, trying to find vulnerable spots. I bring down the foreskin, which is abundant, especially the fraenelum.

"Oh, doc…" he says and moans.

I don't think I have seen any boy with so much skin in there.

I scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 11 cm 4.3 in], girth: 12 cm [4.7 in] (above average)
• Glans generals: Shape: knob, size: mushroom, color: red-purple
• Testicular volume: 6 ml, Long axis: 3.6 cm [1.4 in] (above average)
• Scrotum generals: color: brown size: (way above average/low hangers)

A helmet shaped red-purple giant emerges from within. I rub on his glans and his penis regales me with two droplets of pre-seminal liquid that ooze down.

"Fuck…" he says. I smile.

I scribble in my pad: immediate pre-seminal fluid ejection at glans tactile stimulation.

He's fully erect and his organ reaches 13 cm [5 in], which is rather standard, what really amazes me is its girth. I smile like an idiot.

"Y'okay, doc?" he asks heavily breathing.

"I am, Hugo," I tell him, "It's just that your organ is seriously amazing. It's the thickest I've seen in the past two years."

"Am glad you like it, doc," he says and smiles.

Hugo's cock is not only thick but its glans size is seriously huge. I keep on the rubbing on his glans and his cock starts throbbing abnormally fast and at short regular intervals.

"Oh, doc… oh, doc… oh, doc…" he says between gasps.

Is he about to…? I stop. He's not supposed to ejaculate so quickly.

I release his glans. I tap on my console and the medarch gives me the syringe with the serum. We call it Promisentium. It is a serum synthesized from the master's saliva, which has an ejaculation-stopper effect. I bring the syringe and inject a third of the serum down in the shaft, between his testicles.

"Fuck! That hurt, that hurt!" he says.

His body jerks slightly. I take his left testicle and inject another third.

"Fuck, fuck, doc!" he says, "That fucking hurts!"

"We're almost done, Hugo," I tell him, "bear with me."

His body jerks slightly again. Finally I take his right testicle and inject the rest. This time his skin goes goosebump.

"Oh, fuck, doc, I'm… I'm… It hurts!" tears have welled up on his lovely eyes.

He throws his head back and closes his eyes. I place the syringe back on the medarch. So, his penis is as hard as before. I go down and try his testicles, they're round and large sized. I squeeze them lightly and a new amount of pre-seminal liquid is released. He moans.

I scribble in my medpad: immediate pre-seminal reaction to testicle pain stimulation.

His reaction to testicle pain is stronger than average. I stop the squeezing. I think stimulation should take place in two vulnerable spots. So, I tap a command on the medarch and the bed brings a penile stimulation ring from under him, which I place around his glans.

"Wha… wha's that, doc?"

"Some tools to help you ejaculate at a better rate," I tell him.

I also place an electro-pad over his glans. For his testicle pain stimulation I decide on electro-clamps. I tap and a thin tubule emerges and it goes around his penis and testicles, tying them up. His balls are individually tied. Then the med-bed brings out two tubules, each of which has an electro-clamp on its end. Each clamp clasps around each of his testicles. For the final touch, I tap one more command and an electro catheter is inserted up his urethra.

"Oh, fuck, doc… oh fuck… you're makin' me… fuck!"

I tap a series of commands and the electro stimulation begins. I've set the stimulor on orgasm mode, so I can measure how long it takes for him to ejaculate. The electro catheter will also serve as a semen collector.

"Fuck!" he says, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Even when given Promisentium, stimulation doesn't run long. Only sixteen point five minutes under electro-stimulation, his thick penis erupts.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Subject 00240-C13 gives 7.5 ml of human seed. A bit over twice the average for a boy his age.

I wipe his penis clean and shock it with the de-stimulation phaser so it goes back to normal. I tag him: Silver, which means he will be assigned as a steward, but to a master with strong sexual apetites.

"We're done, Hugo, thank you," I tell him.

"Doc…" he says, "oh, doc…"

"Yes, Hugo?"

"That's…" he says still heavily breathing, "that's the best cum o'my life…"

"I'm glad, Hugo. Now, let's get you ready to go."

He looks at me as he stands up.

"I don't have no pubes!" he says in shock.

"Oh, that!" I tell him, "I phasered them out. Hygiene, you understand. Now," I say showing him the ring, "there's just one more thing we need to do now. Look here. This is a private ring. See, every boy in the shelter is put one. It goes around your genitals. Can I…?"

He nods. I approach the bed and move his testicles aside. I place the ring. It clicks.

"D'you have one too, doc?" he asks.

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Can I see it, doc?" he asks.

I concentrate so my cock can take a human shape. You see, cause I'm a Red, in charge of perpetuating the species, my body has undergone certain changes. My penis is one of the first signs of the transmutation from Human to Unguli, and a common human would not really enjoy the sight of it. Well, not many humans anyway. When I know that transformation has taken palce, I unzip my pants and let him see my ring.

"See?" I say.

"Thanks, doc," he says.

I hand him his uniform and he gets dressed rather quickly.

"Thanks a lot, Hugo," I tell him, "go out that door, your Aide will come to show you to your quarters. He nods and walks towards the door. As he stands there he turns.

"Hey, doc?" he says.

"Yes?"

"You have a nice one too."

"Thanks, Hugo," I tell him. Now it's my turn to blush.

"See ya around, Doc!"

He says and off he goes. I remain there and realize I'm horny as hell. Very few newcomers can produce that effect on me, but Hugo surely has made me horny. Shame, cause I still have people on the roster to be tested. I remain quiet and plan for the night. I think I'll ask one of the masters for a special appointment tonight. No one's better at milking, fucking and sucking than the masters, and I'm really looking forward to getting my rocks off.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Sulti'esmu Minus
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1120 hours
File Number: 00233-R12 Jeremiah Winters
Tagged: GOLDEN

From all the subjects I attended to today, this one is the one that seems the most disturbed. His eyes are red and watery, so I assume he's been crying for some time now. I must be gentle, I don't want this to be a bad experience for him. I smile as I ask him to look me in the eye. His mouth pouches.

"I'm the doctor in charge of conducting your preliminary physical. My name's Steven. What's yours?"

"Jeremiah…"

I extend my hands so he can place his hands in mine. He does.

"Look," I tell him, "I know things might look real bad for you right now, but here in the shelter you'll find a happy life. Believe me, I know. Take this pill, please, it'll help you relax."

"Did you lose your family too?" he asks once he's swallowed the pill.

"Six years ago," I say, "among the first victims to the pandemic. And look at me. I've now become a doctor and live happily here. We're here to help youngsters like you, who have lost everything in the world."

He starts whimpering, so I extend my arms and he jumps into them. I hug him.

"There, there," I say, "let it out. Everything will be fine, Jeremiah…"

The way he whimpers breaks my heart. But I know he'll find his way among our new order and I also know he will be happy, just as we all became after we came in the shelter. I let him cry until he's done. Then I gently separate from him and look him in the eye.

"Feel better now?"

He nods.

"Very well," I say, "Then let's start. First I'll ask you some questions, for your file."

He nods.

"How old are you, Jeremiah…?"

"Twelve."

"Good. Any brothers or sisters?"

"No…" his eyes go watery again, "I had one, but he left…"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Jeremiah," I say sincerely. "Are you circumcised?"

He blushes. "No."

I scribble in my pad: uncut.

"Have you had any sexual experience?"

He blushes again.

"Blowjobs count as sex?" he giggles.

I smile at him.

"It does. Have you given…?"

"Yuk, no!" he says, "But my brother used to blow me when he was horny…"

"I see."

I scribble in my pad: has been performed oral sex.

"Did you like that?

"What?" he asks looking down.

"When your brother blew you… did you like it?"

"I did," he says blushing, "That bad?"

"No, it's actually cool. I wish I'd had a brother to blow me too," I wink at him, "Please, stand up for me please and step on this scale."

I scribble in my pad: 1.40 mt [4'7"]. 36 kilos [69 lbs].

"Okay, Jeremiah, I'm going to need you to get naked and step on this bed."

He looks at me scared. I tell him everything will be alright, that I just need to run a full check-up. He hesitates, so I come close and help him ease out of his clothes. His pupil dilation tells me he's ready. He seems more comfortable now. Soon as he's naked I see a gorgeous penis and a couple of well-sized testicles. No twelve year older could have a cock this size. His pink appendage is born at a downy fuzz of red pubes.

He lays down on the medbed as I ask him to. I place the med-arc over him.

"Now," I say, "I'll place a restraining field on you, so you can be kept steady during examination, okay? It won't hurt, but you won't be able to move, so, don't get scared, alright?"

He nods and partially smiles. Good.

I should begin on removing his pubic hair, but I don't think so. I wanna see that patch of red hair for some time still. So I begin on his penis. I touch it on the shaft and it starts going hard immediately.

"Doctor?" he asks a little confused.

"Relax, Jeremiah," I tell him.

"Isn't this… b-bad… to-touching?" he asks.

"No, because I'm a doctor, you see?" I tell him.

He nods.

"Plus," I ask him "doesn't it feel good?"

"It… it does…" he says hesitantly.

"So if this were bad touching, would it feel good?"

"I… I guess… not?"

I nod and smile. I rub a bit more and he goes fully erect.

I scribble in my pad: immediate penile reaction to stimulation. Time lapse between touch and erection: 2 seconds.

I scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 22 cm [8.7 in], girth: 17.8 cm [7 in] (way above adult average)
• Glans generals: Shape: bullet, size: large, color: light pink, intense red on the ridge
• Testicular volume: 29 ml, Long Axis: 6 cm [2.4 in] (way above adult average)
• Scrotum generals: color: pink size: (extremely low hangers)

I go down and touch his penis once again, this time, trying to find vulnerable spots. I bring down the foreskin, rub on his glans and his penis regales me with two droplets of pre-seminal liquid that ooze down.

"Oh…" he says.

I smile at him, and he smiles back.

I scribble in my pad: immediate pre-seminal fluid ejection at glans tactile stimulation.

This boy is most definitely well endowed, even more than many adults. He's fully erect now and his organ reaches 22 cm [8.7 in], long for an adult human male, huge for a teen, abnormally big for a pubescent boy.

I go down and try his testicles, they're huge. I squeeze them lightly and a new amount of pre-seminal liquid, this time double in quantity, oozes from his urethra.

"Mmmmphhh…"

"That hurts?" I ask him.

"I… I d-don't… know…" he says.

I squeeze his balls a bit harder.

"How about that? Does that hurt?" I ask him.

"I-I… it… a-a little…" he says.

I venture into squeezing him harder. He moans and gasps. His precum is so copious it looks as if he were cumming already. I squeeze harder. He moans. I squeeze harder. His moans are non-stop now.

"It… it hurts… it… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

I scribble in my medpad: immediate and copious pre-seminal reaction to testicle pain stimulation.

His reaction to testicle pain is stronger than average, even stronger than Hugo 00240-C13's. I stop the squeezing, and move on to slapping them. The harder I slap, the more his cock throbs.

"Ohhhhhhhh… it hurts!… Ohhhhhhhhhh!" his cock is precumming like there was no tomorrow.

I scribble in my medpad: very vulnerable to testicle pain stimulation, seems to enjoy high levels of genital pain.

"You like that, Jeremiah?" I ask him.

He nods, eyes half shut and breathing heavily.

"Good," I tell him, "then we need to try and give you more of that you seem to enjoy so much. Is that okay?"

He nods again and I proceed.

I tap a command on the medarch and the bed brings a penile stimulation ring from under him, which I place around his shaft. A couple of electro-pads are also placed over his testicles. I tap a series of commands and the electro stimulation begins.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhh…" he goes non-stop.

I've set the stimulor on orgasm mode, so I can measure how long it takes for him to ejaculate. The semen container cap comes out from the med-arch and places itself by vacuum suction over his glans. Stimulation doesn't run long. Only five minutes under electro-stimulation and vacuum suction brings out his ejaculation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh… doc… ohhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh… doc, doc, doc!"

His ejaculation… Holy crap! I go over my readings to make sure my eyes are not tricking me: Jeremiah Winters, Subject 00233-R12 has given me 15 ml of human seed. That's three times the average amount.

I scribble in my pad: time lapse for ejaculation: 5 minutes. Semen Load: 15 ml – triple the adult average.

I know this is a particular case, very particular, and decide to run a second cycle.

"Are you alright?" I ask him.

"Yes, doc, yes, yes!" he says enthusiastically, "Gimme… gimme more of that, doc, please!"

"Just because you've asked, Jeremiah," I tell him, but truth is I'd already made up my mind about the second cycle.

This time I tap some commands. The penile-ring, the pads and the suction cup are dragged back inside the med-bed and arch. An electro-stimulation corona, attached to a polymer tubule comes down from the arch and inserts itself on Jeremiah 00233-R12's big penis.

"Ohhhhhhhhh…" he moans as the electro sound goes inside his urethra. An electro testicle-crushing board comes from inside the bed and traps his testes. I tap and the cycle begins. Electricity is sent down his penis and his testicles are gradually crushed at a rate of 5mm/30 seconds.

"Sssssssoooooooo… goooooooooddddd… ohhhhhhhhhhhh… doc… ssooooo…"

Stimulation runs for only ten minutes when his second ejaculation takes place.

"I'm… cummmiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggggggggg… oh… ohhh… ohhhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

I look at the readings. I can't believe my eyes.

I scribble in my pad: time lapse for second ejaculation: 10 minutes. Load: 15 ml – four point five times the adult average for second ejaculation.

I wipe his penis clean and shock it with the de-stimulation phaser so it goes back to normal. I tag him: Golden. This boy is a finding, probably the most remarkable finding since the Shelter was established. I need to make sure master Ecu'maret Prime reads my preliminary report. Jeremiah 00233-R12 is the finding of a lifetime.

I look at him, he's completely wasted, his mouth half open as he gasps, his eyes half shut.

"We're done, Jeremiah, thank you." I tell him.

"I… I…" he can't manage to say anything, but smiles.

He's much more relaxed. No wonder after his seed has been harvested twice. He stands from the medbed.

"There's just one more thing we need to do now. Look here. This is a private ring. See, every boy in the shelter is put one. It helps us read your lifesigns at all times. I'm going to put this on you, alright?"

He nods. When I approach the bed and move his testicles aside he gasps and jumps.

"It's alright," I tell him, "the ring should go around your privates."

"D'you have one?" he asks.

"Wanna see it?" I ask him.

He nods.

What's with today's newcomers, I ask myself. This is the second test in a row in which I'll have to expose my sexual tool. I concentrate so it can take a human shape. It does. I unzip my pants and let him see my ring.

"See?" I say. "Can I put yours on?"

He nods.

I secure the ring. It clicks.

"Are you alright, Jeremiah?"

He nods.

"Do you like being called Jeremiah?"

"My brother used to call me Jerry."

"Do you like Jerry better?"

He nods.

"Good. Jerry it will be."

He smiles.

"Do you want me to help you inside your jockstrap, Jerry?"

He nods. I kneel in front of him, holding the jockstrap in my hands. He pulls up his left foot and then the right one. I pull the jockstrap up and arrange it for him. As I do so, I jokingly pad his lovely bulge. He smiles.

I help him put his uniform on. Once we're done, I send him on his way. I'm glad I'm the doctor initiator for new Goldens. I'll be getting ahold of Jerry very soon. I'm glad, because he's proven to be the most promising Golden ever recruited. I also have to say, that I'd love to keep on working with that lovely cock of his, it's been a long time since I enjoyed someone so big and fruitful. I suddenly feel ashamed at myself, for what I do here is both medical and scientific. But I can't help myself, Jeremiah's cock is the most beautiful tool I've seen in my entire career in the shelter.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Devrat'Smuc Krucef
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1000 hours
File Number: 00237-G14 Perry Bixer
Tagged: INCONCLUSIVE

The subject seems calmed. Over confident. I hate cocky boys who think they deserve the world. He's got that kind of attitude. Fine.

He's white skinned, big gray eyes with big lashes. Light blonde hair. Pink small mouth with thick lips.

"So," I begin, "take this pill, please."

He does.

"Let's start with your name."

"Perry. Bixer," he replies.

"Good. Age?"

"Fourteen years old."

"Good," I say, "Brothers or sisters?"

"No."

"Good. Circumcised?"

"Yes," he responds.

I scribble in my pad: cut.

"Good. Sexual experience?"

"Yes."

"Please elaborate."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"I was prone to very affectionate friendships with my partners at the boarding school," he smiles.

Irreverent. Arrogant.

"Please elaborate."

"How graphic do you want me to be, doctor?"

"Don't want you to be graphic, boy. Just objective."

"Fine," he says, "Along my times in the boarding school I had several lovers. I started early, when puberty hit. I was an early bloomer, by the way, starting puberty at ten. As you can imagine, puberty, hormones, boarding school for boys. I had already had foreplay since around my nines. Blew my first cock at ten. Blew multiple cocks at eleven. Was given my first bukkake facial at twelve. Sexual intercourse for the first time as a bottom at age 12. Sexual intercourse as a top at age 13. They say I'm good at giving head."

I scribble in my pad: broad sexual experience.

"Good. Please, stand up and get naked."

He complies immediately. I ask him to step on the scale. He has a good looking white and veiny circumcised penis. Nice pink round testicles too. Pink nipples. Slightly hairy butt. Pupil dilation at a great rate.

I scribble in my pad: 1.67 mt [5'6"]. 56 kilos [123 lbs].

"Lay down on the med-bed, please."

He complies and smiles.

"What?" I ask.

"I just thought… This is not gonna be one of those porn-movie like physicals where you take advantage of the naïve boy's body?"

I hate this cocky boy.

"You're not naïve at all," I tell him.

"I know…" he smiles that stupid arrogant grin.

"And… what if it were… one of those porn-movie like physical?" I venture.

"Well, if it were," he says and licks at his lips, "I would like it to be a very hot experience…?" he giggles.

I scribble in my pad: aware of procedure. Wants to actively participate in procedure.

"Suit yourself," I say.

I ask him to stretch his arms and legs. He complies. I tap the commands on my console. The bracelets and anklets emerge from the tubules on the side of the medbed.

"Neat!" he says.

I ignore his comment and run my gloved hand over his chest and torso. He closes his eyes and sighs. This cocky boy is most definitely a sluttboy.

I pinch at his nipples and he moans.

"That's good…" he says.

"I'm glad you approve," I tell him.

I scribble in my pad: higly sensitive reaction to nipple pinching stimulation.

I know he wants to have the sexual experience of his life, so, why not make the most of it?

I tap a command on the medarch and the laser pencil comes out immediately. I program it and then bring it over his pubis. His blond and heavy pubic hair should be gone in no time.

"That feels funny," he says, eyes shut.

"Please, do open your eyes and see for yourself."

He does. His eyes are opened in amazement as his pubes disappear under the laser beam.

"On for your testes," I tell him. I touch his cock and bring the underside of it. I laser the pubes there. His lovely circumcised cock starts swelling.

I scribble in my pad: quick physical response to casual touching.

I bring my gloved hands over his organ now. My left hand rests over his penis shaft, while my right one moves about his glans. His penis comes to a full erection.

I scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 15 cm [5.9 in], girth: 9.5 cm [3.7 in] (above average)
• Glans generals: Shape: triangle, size: normal, color: pink-red
• Testicular volume: 15 ml, Long axis: 4.5 cm [1.7 in] (average)
• Scrotum generals: color: brown size size: (above average)

I like this penis. Very thick on the shaft, thinner nearing the glans. His penis starts throbbing as I stimulate him. I lube his glans and start rubbing.

"Ohhhh, Myyyyyyyy Gawwwwwwwwwwd!" he says leaning back and closing his eyes, sighing.

His penis keeps throbbing in my hand. Subject 00237-G14 has a very sensitive glans. It's already oozing pre-seminal fluid. It keeps oozing. And keeps oozing. Its vast amount helps my touching him.

I scribble in my pad: extremely sensitive reaction to glans stimulation. High amounts of pre-seminal fluid.

I move on to his testicles now. I bring both my left and right hands to begin testicle stimulation. I squeeze both his balls. New droplets of precum. I feel his cock throb thrice.

"Like that, boy?" I ask him.

"Feels like heaven, doctor," he says as he heavily breathes.

"How about this?" I ask and squeeze harder at each of his testes.

"Fuck, yeah!" he says.

"And this?" I say now squeezing with a lot of strength.

He moans. He gasps. New precum.

I scribble in my pad: extremely favorable reaction to testicle pain stimulation.

I think pain testicle stimulation should be taken on to a new level. I tap new commands. A tubule emerges from the med-bed and creates an electric testicle cup.

"Let's see how you like this," I tell him.

I tap new commands and electricity starts flowing.

"Ohhhhh, fuuuuuuckkkk…!!!!!" he says.

"Hurts?"

"Hurts like hell!" he says.

"Do you want me to stop?" I ask him.

"Don't you fucking dare!" he says, "Oh, fuck!"

Tap. Two tubules bring me nice and small suction caps for his nipples. Suction begins.

"Ohhhhhh… ohhhhhh… ohhhhhhhhh…" he repeats incessantly.

As his nipples are sucked and his testicles electrified, I go back to working his penis and glans.

"Ohhhhh, doctoooor, ohhhhhhh!"

I scribble in my pad: docile willingness to be sexually submitted.

I get my face close to his.

"Are you enjoying it, boy?"

"Oh, doctor, yes… yes… YES!" he says excited.

"How about we go one step further?" I ask him, "Are you willing to test your limits?"

"Yes, doctor, yes… give me more!" he says.

I obey. Tap new commands and the medarch regales me with a corona and electro sound. I squeeze the fluid inside his urethra. In the sound goes.

"Oh… y-you're… you're fu-fucking… my p-pee-hole…" he says in-between gasps.

"Precisely," I say.

Tap new command. Electricity starts flowing inside his penis. It throbs like there was no tomorrow. I place the setting to keep him stimulated but unable to orgasm. This has been by far the BEST physical of my career.

"Oh… please, please… please…" he begs.

"Should we stop, boy?" I ask as a new tubule inserts an electric plug up his ass and starts a new electricity flow. His hips are now moving, moving with a cadence uncommon in the average of human males. I think I now know what I'm dealing with. I look at the control monitors to see if I'm right. And I am. He's so far released 725W, 28W over the average male when heavily exercising.

"No… no, doctor… please… please… don't let it stop… don't… ohhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuuck!"

I laugh at his reactions. Suddenly I find myself likeng this boy more and more.

"I… I…" he says, "I-I need to suck on something, doctor… ohhhhhh… your cock, doctor… please…"

"I can't help you with that boy," I tell him.

"Plase, doctor… please! I can stand this if I have a cock to suck on to!"

"Nothing I can do, really…"

I increase the amperage. Go back to my monitor. 789W.

I increase the amperage once more. His hips are moving savagely now, so I tap a new command and a securing belt emerges from the med-bed. 810W.

"Please, doctor, please… I need to suck… I need to suck!"

I say no, but I'm planning on following a different path. I approach my face to his. I pretend I'm checking pupil dilation. Tongue secretion. I ask him to blink his eyes, open his mouth and other irrelevant things. As I do so, I also tip him with a secret or two.

"I feel like I can trust a horny boy like you. Can you keep a secret? Do not stop your sexual pleasure noises. Just nod."

"Ohhhhhhh, doctoooooooooooorrrr…" he says following my lead and nodding.

"I'm not fully human," I say as I place my eye lamp over his left eye, "would you still want to see a non-fully human cock and suck on it?"

"Fuuuuck, yeah…" he says nodding, "yes… fuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeeeeees… doctooooor…"

This is one horny slut. I tap some commands to make my cam glitch again. If it did once a while ago, it wouldn't be a strange for it to continue glitching.

"We only have three minutes, boy," I tell him as I bring my cock from inside my pants.

My organ is not so far transformed, it looks pretty human, but it's thicker and its texture is rough. It's also slightly bigger than a human male's, 24 cm [9½ in] in length. My glans is sort of knob-shaped and mushroom sized, but it's texture is sort of slimy, pink-whitish and covered by very thin red veins. His eyes go wide open and he takes my glans on his mouth without hesitation. My pre-seminal fluid oozes inside his mouth, triggering a little seedoxication effect.

Seedoxication is a phenomenon common to all humans when they ingest Ungulian pre-seminal and seminal secretion. It is characterized by a strong sexual euphoria which increases the sexual sensitivity. It also reddens the eyes, as if alcoholized or drugged.

I take my cock back inside my pants, just in time as the cam comes back online.

"Ohhhhh… doctoooooooor…" he says.

I change the electro-stimulation setting to orgasm. His cock starts throbbing under the new different electro-sensation. The electro sound is removed and a catheter sound takes is place to collect his seminal secretion.

"Ohhhhh… fuuuuuuck… that's… that's… let me cum… doctor… p-pleasssssseeeee… l-let m-me…"

He's close now. I go on to his knob and polish it. It's throbbing like crazy. He's moaning. I feel the spurt coming up. Not yet. It's barely been thirty minutes. I want more.

"Not just yet, "I tell him. You wanted to test your limits. So we will."

I bring out a syringe with Promisentium. I shoot him in the shaft.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkk!" he screams, "that hurts… that… fuck I need to cum!"

"No, dear boy," I say smiling at him, "you challenged me, so, on we go!"

I increase the amperage on the electro stimulation and set it on orgasm mode again. I polish his knob incessantly.

"Please, doctor…" he says between gasps, "p-please… please m-make it… stop, l-let me… cum… please… let me c-c-cum… please! Please, please!"

I laugh. I keep on polishing. He keeps on begging. He is about to cum.

"Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh…" he says, "I'm gonna cum, doctor… I'm gonna cum…"

I give him a new shot of Promisentium.

"No, no!" he says in frustration, "please doctor, please! please let me cum… cum… please, please, please I beg you!… please, let me cum… Ohhhhhhh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

I am so enjoying this. I tap new commands. The electric cup goes away. My turn at his balls. With my right hand I keep on polishing his knob. With my left, I grab both his balls and squeeze them. Squeeze them hard. Keep on squeezing.

"Please, doctor…" he starts whimpering, "please, please, let me cum, let me cum… please doctor… please, please, please!"

I think it's been enough of an ordeal, even for such a slut, so I increase the electro to full amperage in orgasm mode. The strong current should fry his cock and balls. He loves it.

"Fu-fuu-fuuuu… fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!"

He cums. Jet after jet after jet of his young seed. It's harvested. 8 ml. Quite over the average. His final radiation reads 1027W. The tag is obvious: Orange.

Subject 00237-G14 is wasted.

"Very well. We're pretty much done," I tell him.

I tap new commands and all the sexual stimulation tubules withdraw. I send a command to get his uniform. I ask him to stay still as I place the ring around his genitals. He moans lightly as I do so. His uniform comes.

"Wow!" he tells me, "what is this place, really, doctor?"

"The place where a natural like you should be," I say.

"Is… is this going to be regular?"

I tap some commands. My cam glitches. I'm free to speak for three minutes.

"Would you like it to always be like this?"

"That would be fucking awesome!" he says excitedly.

"I've already tagged you. But I could use a boy like you. Would you like to be my assistant?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Be my test subject…"

"What kind of tests, doctor…?"

"The kind that would make you experience pleasure at a rate no human ever has…"

He licks at his lips.

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, doctor…"

"Good. Put on your uniform. Please, take the door on your left. There's a small loft there. Please wait in there while I talk to my superiors. I'll seek you out in a couple of minutes."

I sit on my chair and go back to writing my report.

He stands from the medbed and, on his way to the door, he passes next to me and rubs his cock against my shoulder. I look up at him and he blinks an eye at me as he licks his lips. I thought I hated cocky boys.

My monitoring cam comes back online. If I get the okay from my superiors I'll be keeping this boy to abuse at my leisure. Someone with such a promising cock that can produce so much seed after an hour of stimulation, I want him so badly. I will for once have the chance to try all my torture-stimulation toys in a human male. I'm so horny I can hardly wait.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Doctor Chablel'rsur
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1030 hours
File Number: 00242-B11 Andreas Rainheart
Tagged: ORANGE

Subject 00242-B11 comes inside my office. He's a thin young and short boy with light blond spiky hair and tanned white skin. He has a lovely babyface.

"Hello, dear," I tell him, "I'm doctor Chablel, and I'll be in charge of performing your preliminary physical, okay?"

He nods and partially smiles. I ask him to take a sit and he does.

I bring my pad so I can start writing his file.

"What's your name, dear?" I ask him first.

"Andreas, doctor," he says.

"Thank you, dear boy" I tell him, "And your last name?"

"Rainheart."

"Good. Please take this pill," I say as I hand him the pill and the glass of water.

He swallows the pill and gives me the glass back.

"Good. Good. Now, I'll ask you some questions, for your med-file."

"Okay."

"How old are you?"

"Eleven."

"Good. Brothers or sisters?"

"No, doctor, they all passed away," he says

"I'm sorry," I tell him with a sympathetic facial gesture.

He only shrugs and says nothing.

"Are you circumcised?"

"What's that?"

"If your penis has a foreskin encasing the glans?"

He looks at me askance, so I ask him to stand up. I ask him to unzip and show me his penis. He hesitates for a long time, so I help him unzip and lower his underwear. I come closer and look at the thing. I ask him to put it back in and sit down. He does.

I scribble in my pad: uncut.

"Have you had any sexual experience?"

He blushes.

"I'm your doctor now, Andreas," I tell him and wink, "whatever you share with me is confidential."

"There was this one thing…"

I smile at him. "Please tell me about it, so I can complete your medfile?"

His eyes avoid mine, like he feels uncomfortable.

"There's no need to feel uncomfy, my dear, really," I tell him.

He nods.

"It happened last year. My coach, um, he…"

"He?" I say, "Go on, Andreas, I'm listening."

He clears his throat.

"He did things to me," he says.

"I see," I tell him, "what sort of things?"

He starts fidgeting with his finger on his leg.

"Um… he used to rub my weenie… sometimes he'd make me rub his. And…"

"And?"

"Sometimes he made me drink his… um… his man seed?"

"I see."

I scribble in my pad: male to male sexual experience.

"Please, dear boy, come step on this scale."

I scribble in my pad: 1.30 mt [4'3"]. 32 kilos [70 lbs].

I ask him to get naked and he does hesitantly. I ask him to lay down on the medbed.

He lays down on the med bed as I ask him to. I place the med-arc over him.

"Now," I say, "I'll place a restraining field on you. You won't be able to move, but it won't hurt, okay?"

"Okay, doc," he says and exhales, as if he's nervous.

"Now," I tell him as I place the visor over his eyes, "I'll be performing a physical mainly on your genitals. That fine?"

"Okay, doctor," he says.

Removing his pubic first should be the first thing. It's not heavy, it's actually a very very light patch of peach-like blonde pubes, so it takes no time to do so. His testicles and anus are completely smooth so I finish rather quickly. As I'm done, the laser pencil retracts into the med-arch.

I begin on his penis. I touch it on the shaft and it starts swelling quickly enough.

He exhales.

"You okay?" I ask him.

"Yes, doctor," he says.

"Okay," I say.

I scribble in my pad: immediate penile reaction to stimulation.

I go down and touch his penis once again, this time, trying to find vulnerable spots. I bring down the foreskin, a very nice pink colored abundant one, its fraenelum is heavy and attached very close to the boy's urethra. I've been a doctor at the shelter for almost seven years now, and I've never seen such a weird penis. He moans as I manipulate his cock.

I scribble the generals in my pad:

• Penis generals: Length: 10 cm [4 in], Girth: Irregular, 6 cm [2.3 in] on the base of the glans, 11 cm [4.3 in] on the base of the shaft (uncategorized)
• Glans generals: Shape: Irregular, knob-like, almost completely vertical and flat, size: small, color: red-pink
• Testicular volume: 3 ml, Long and short axis: 2.5 cm [1 in] (irregular, completely round, uncategorized)
• Scrotum generals: color: pink-brown size: small, balls cup at each side of the shaft

I rub on his glans and his penis throbs abnormally, as if very sensitive. No pre-seminal liquid at all.

I scribble in my pad: abnormally sensitive glans. No pre-seminal fluid ejection at glans tactile stimulation.

He's fully erect and his irregular organ keeps throbbing even if I don't touch it. I keep on rubbing on his glans and his cock continues to throb abnormally fast and at short regular intervals.

"Oh, my!"

He cums with no previous notice, so there's no way I can measure up his load. I tap on the console and the medarch brings down a suction tubule which collects as much of what he spurted as possible. Readout says 3.7 ml. Not bad. His sexual energy seems good, so I go on to my console and I read out 250W. This boy has radiated so much energy and I had barely touched his cock. Because I think he'll be tagged an Orange, I need to change the stimulation technique, so I can measure his radiation output.

"Andreas?"

"Y-yes, doctor?" he asks still breathing heavily.

"You came very strongly and I was barely beginning. I need to measure how much cum you can produce, so we'll have to start all over."

"Fi-fine, doctor," he says.

I tap on my console. The cum collector tubule comes down, and the medarch gives me the syringe with the serum. We call it Oblivium, and it's a serum synthesized from the masters' seminal secretion. Oblivium takes the subject into a state of sexual euphoria, which enhances sexual sensitivity and performance, increasing the orgasm at an exponential ratio of 1/5. We call it the phenomenon of Seedoxication. I bring the syringe and inject the serum down in the shaft, between his testicles.

"Mmmmphhhh!" he moans, but he doesn't complain.

I produce another syringe, this one filled with Promisentium. I inject it straight to both his testicles.

"Mmmmphhhh!" he goes again.

I tap another series of commands and I get a sound filled with Ceratimicine. Upon pushing the piston, the chemical is shot directly to his prostate and seminal vesicles. He moans deeply. I tap and get a ballcupper. I place his balls within it. I tap a new command and the cup is instantly filled with Ceratimicine.

Finally, because I'm willing to test where he can go, I finally tap some commands and his ass is penetrated with an anal probe, which, once in position, produces a needle which will inject Spermatogenium directly into his prostate at regular intervals. The substance is another serum synthesized from the masters' seminal vesicles. It is a chemical whose sole purpose is to multiply the rate at which the seminal vesicles produce their agent.

The cocktail I've administered on my subject will have several effects:

1. bring him into seedoxication, so the sexual activity becomes more intense and keep him in a close-to-orgasm permanent sensation (oblivium)
2. unable to ejaculate (Promisentium)
3. doubling his pre-seminal fluid production (ceratimicine)
4. augmenting the secretion of his seminal vesicles (Spermatogenium).

00242-B11 is in for the sexual ride of a lifetime. I notice when the drugs kick in, for his cock starts releasing precum on its own. His eyes are partially closed and his mouth half open.

As if the medication wasn't enough, I tap another set of commands and the tubule emerges from the medarch. It inserts inside his urethra. Once in the right position, the polymer switches shapes and in a liquid state runs from his glans covering his penis completely as it goes down. Once it's shaped as a metal penis-armour, it solidifies and the show begins. The metal encasing armour is sucking at his penis and electrically stimulating it as the sound goes in and out his urethra. The anal probe is doing its thing electro-stimulating his prostate and injecting it with spermatogenium at regular intervals.

"Ahhh…" he goes every time the needle inject his prostate, "Ahhh… Ahhh… Ahhh…"

Suddenly, 00242-B11's abdominal I region is thrashing about, even when there's a restraining field keeping him secured. The penis armor also works as a radiation collector, so I begin measuring the radiation output. It is incredibly high. So far, fifteen minutes into stimulation, he has produced an amount of 556W. I keep on running the stimulation and keep on increasing the amperage. I click in a red light, so my superiors know I'm running a test which will carry more time than the usual.

I scribble in my medpad: voltage response over average.

It's been thirty minutes under stimulation and he's released a total of 1003W. I can see his hips thrashing as his abdominal and genital region move in a coitus-like motion. I've set the stimulor on orgasm mode, so I can measure how long it takes for him to ejaculate. The electro catheter will also serve as a semen collector.

Even in orgasm mode, it takes 00242-B11 forty five point six more minutes to ejaculate.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" he goes as he ejaculates.

His full load reads 13.5 ml, nothing bad for an Orange. His radiation equals 1456W. I don't think there's ever been any subject in our society who has given over 700W. This boy could mean a new battery type citizen.

I wipe his penis clean and shock it with the de-stimulation phaser so it goes back to normal. I tag him: Orange. I let him rest for a good fifteen minutes before proceeding to the memory wipe.

"Are we done, doctor?" he asks.

"We are. How did you like the physical?"

"I…" he says, "I was scared at first… but…"

"But?"

"I'm used to being touched there…"

"Well, you did very well," I tell him.

He smiles and so do I.

"Your uniform will come in no time. In the meantime I should be placing your ring," I show it in my hand and he looks at it askance.

"What's that, doctor?"

"Oh," I tell him, "This is a ring designed to help us read your lifesigns at all times. Here, at the shelter, it is very important for us that all our citizens are healthy and remain that way. It should be placed around your genitals. Do you mind…?"

He says he doesn't, so I place the upper part of the ring over his pubic mount and secure it under his testicles. It clicks.

A nurse comes in and gives me the pack, so I hand 00242-B11 his uniform, and he gets dressed.

"Thanks a lot, my dear boy," I tell him, "go out that door, now. Your Aide will come to show you to your quarters. He nods and walks towards the door. He walks out. I squeeze my cock over my pants. It's leaking pre-cum like there was no tomorrow.

Donovan Warren / 00234-C12 (12yo), Randall Chee / 00230-NA13 (13yo), Jeremiah Winters / 00233-R12 (12yo), Hugo Smith / 00240-C13 (13yo), Perry Bixer / 00237-G14 (14yo), Andreas Rainheart / 00242-B11 (11yo)

Donovan Warren's Journal
RED Tag
February 26th 2345
1150 hours

I left the doctor's office feeling weird. I don't feel as anxious as I did before, but I do feel uncomfortable about this ring I've been placed around my dick and balls, but it doesn't really bother me or anything, it's just weird.

I'm now in a very small room waiting. They told me an Aide would be coming to bring me to my assigned room. There's something really weird about this place. I haven't seen any girls at all, just boys. And the doctor touching my dick and .. and all the stuff he did… I'm trying to understand why the doctor did what he did. I had never been touched in my boy parts. I was always taught that nobody should touch your boy parts at all, that it's wrong. The doctor did hurt my boy parts. But it felt good. But it is wrong. Should he…? There's another guy in the room. Slightly chubby, black hair. He's got green eyes and heavy brows and lashes. His uniform is not red, but silver.

"Hi, man!" he says.

"Hi!" I say, "I'm Donovan."

"Hugo," he says.

We both smile at each other as we stretch hands when another door opens. A Native American boy comes in. His hair is long and black. I've never seen such long hair in a boy.

"Hi!" I say, "I'm Donovan. He's Hugo."

"Randall," e says as he clasps my hand and then Hugo's.

"Any idea about the color in our uniforms?" I ask.

"Know exactly as much as you do, Donovan."

Suddenly another guy comes in. He's a red-haired kid. He's got green eyes and freckles. His uniform is not red, but golden. I approach him extending my hand in greeting.

"Hi!" I tell him, "I'm Donovan. These here are Hugo and Randall."

"Hi…" he says looking at the floor, "I'm Jerry… well, Jeremiah… they call me Jerry, or they called me… whatever."

I extend my hand and he clasps it strongly.

"Hey," I say soothingly, "It's gonna be okay…"

He nods. He's terrified, I can tell.

Suddenly another door opens and a blonde guy comes in. He's shorter that the rest of us. Baby-faced.

"Hi there!" I say but he doesn't reply.

"Donovan," I say. Then I gesture at my partners, "Jerry, Randall and Hugo."

Andreas smiles but never looks in our direction. All of us look at each other, but nobody seems to want to talk about what happened. Wait, maybe it just happened to me. I think I'd like to know… Or maybe I don't. Maybe it just happened to me?

I'm pondering on whether to mention anything when five guys come into the room. All of them wearing skintight suits. The one who seems to be the youngest, a kind of dark-skinned Turkish-like guy, calls my name and I stand up.

"I'm Donovan," I say.

The guy comes closer and extends his hand to me.

"I'm 00100-A18 and I'm gonna be your Aide. What's your designation?

"Designation?" I ask in confusion.

"Don't worry, I'll explain to you later. Please, follow me. I'll take you to your quarters."

I look back at Jerry. He still seems scared, but his Aide is talking to him now, so I hope he'll be okay. Randall is now leaving with his own Aide and so is Hugo.

I think I'll be okay as long as I don't have to see that creepy doctor again. I don't want anyone touching my boy parts again.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1215 hours
File Number: 00234-C12
Subject Name: Donovan Warren
Aide 00100-A18's personal log

It's a long way to my newbie's quarters apparently, but I barely talk as we walk.

00234-C12.

He seems like a nice guy and I hate nice guys because I become attached very easily. I've been recently promoted as an Aide, and I intend to go up the ladder very quickly. I was a newbie for only two weeks, then a trainee for only three months and an apprentice for a little bit under a year. I'm the very first human to ever be promoted into Aide at such a young age and after the shortest apprenticeship.

As we walk, I explain to 00234-C12 the basic rules of the shelter. I tell him about curfue and I tell him he should be in his quarters when curfue is on. I also explain to him that he'll have three socialization periods during the day, which will take place during mealtimes. I also tell him that the rest of the time he'll be attending training with the proctor. I explain to him that he's very lucky, for Reds are the only newbies who get to interact with the masters. Any other tags do not meet the masters until much later.

It's so much information he only nods but I know he's not following me. I do remember my first day. It was possibly the scariest experience ever, but I just so grew to love this place.

00234-C12 asks me about my parents, but I pretend I don't acknowledge his question. What's the use? He'll very soon find his way in here the way I did. Truth is I'm glad I came in the shelter in the first place. Before that I used to be a melancholic kid, very prone to depression. When I came here, I realized I could be happier that I had ever been. And I have been.

We stop at the door and show 00232-C16 inside his quarters.

"This is it," I tell him. "You'll get cleaned up, that door on the left is the shower. Oh, about your designation?"

I ask him to get naked and he says he won't.

"Look," I tell him, "there's two ways of doing this: the nice way or the hard way. Which one's it gonna be?"

So he gets naked. He seems angry, but does not talk back. I kneel in front of him and remove his jockstrap. I pull his dick down and he looks to the side, as if pretending I'm not touching his cock. I look over the ring he was placed in his privates.

"00234-C12," I tell him.

He looks at me askance, and I point at the serial number he's got engraved in his ring, "That's your designation. Memorize it now. Your name will not be acknowledged in here, only your designation. Get cleaned up. I'll be back for you in ten minutes."

And off I go. There's a puzzled expression in his face.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1215 hours
File Number: 00233-R12
Subject Name: Jeremiah Winters
Aide 00108-AA20's personal log

00233-R12 is very scared. I told him he had to get cleaned up, but he wouldn't react. I ask 00233-R12 to get naked. He panics, but I tell him it's alright, I'm just gonna help him get ready for his cleanup. I help him undress.

00233-R12 is a very good looking boy, 1.40 meters [4'7"] tall, with red and curly long hair and very green eyes. He's not slim, he's average, with that funny 'extra-fat' pubescent boys have in their underbelly. As I remove his clothes I can almost immediately understand why he's been tagged Golden. His cock is really big for a guy his age, I bet when engorged it must be around 18-19 centimeters [7-7½ in]. His balls are two big and round low hangers. I assume his cum production during the test must've been huge, otherwise he wouldn't have been tagged Golden. I hate it that his pubic hair has been removed, though. I can imagine that huge uncut veiny pink cock surrounded by a nest of red pubes. Shame I'll never see it that way. I remind myself I shouldn't have these thoughts.

Once naked, I bring him inside the shower and tell him the process will be automatic. So I'll wait in the room while he's cleaned up.

The process begins and I can hear him gasp. I can then hear him moan and know the process is underway. I can feel my black cock stiffen at the sounds 00233-R12 makes. But as it starts growing, an automatic shock from the ring makes it lay inert again. The pain I've learnt to live with. It's not as bad as it was when I first came in the shelter.

Now, I'll just wait till 00233-R12 has been cleaned up.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1215 hours
File Number: 00230-NA13
Subject Name: Randall Chee
Aide 00121-B21's personal log

00230-NA13 is a level-headed guy. And he's handsome too. He's wearing his green overalls and now that we've come to his assigned quarters I'm about to explain about cleanup, socialization and curfue. I'm glad cleanup time has come. I'm seriously wanting to see him naked. He was tagged a Green, so I assume his doctor must have gathered he's a natural at carnal pleasures. I'm seriously hoping to try him very soon. I know I will.

"Cleanup is scheduled first thing in the morning," I tell him. "I'll come pick you up every single day during your newbie term."

"What's a newbie term?" he asks with his grave voice.

"Here, in the shelter, it's your entrance rank," I tell him sitting down on his bed, "your newbie term ends when you are ready to move into the trainee rank, after the Initiation Ceremony."

"I see," he says.

I notice he looks intently at my body through the skintight suit. I don't blame him. I'm athletic and I have a very good looking uncut cock with a pair of big round balls. My whole pack shows through the fabric. I assume the masters designed the suits for that effect precisely.

"Everything alright?" I ask him.

He blushes partially and lowers his sight.

"No need to blush, no need to feel embarrassed," I tell him sincerely, "I do know these suits leave very little to imagination."

"I'm sorry…" he apologizes.

"Hey!" I tell him bringing his face up so he can look me in the eye, "no need to apologize. Are you curious about my body? I can show you if you are…"

This is one of the perks of being a Green that I enjoy the most. Unlike other tags, we Greens are allowed to use our bodies in whatever manner we see fit during training. After all, Randall will have to get used to pleasuring others.

"No, I-I…" he says.

I take his hand and place it over my bulge. He doesn't take it away. His eyes are locked on my pack as I make his hand run over it. My cock is swelling very quickly. I can tell 00230-NA13 has a natural curiosity for cock. I'm glad I'm assigned as his Aide. From all the newbies I've assisted, I think he's the one I'm going to enjoy the most.

"Like it?" I ask.

He doesn't react.

"Stand up for me," I command.

He's docile. He stands up immediately.

"Let's see about yours."

He doesn't say anything as I unzip his green overalls. When I put my hand inside his overalls and over his jockstrap, he gasps. He's really hard in there. Nice.

"You like my hand in there?"

"I-I…" he stammers.

I bring my hand inside his jockstrap. He gasps again.

"Mhhhh," I tell him, "Nice balls. Nice cock too."

His eyes are half shut. I can tell he likes my touching him. He's breathing heavily now.

"How about we take a peek?" I ask mischievously.

He blushes. I bring his overalls down and move his jockstrap aside. I can now take a look at his gorgeous cock and balls. I squeeze on his rod and he closes his eyes and whimpers.

"Okay," I say, "time for cleanup. Let's get you naked."

And having said so, I help him outside the rest of his outfit. This is gonna be one hell of a cleanup.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1215 hours
File Number: 00240-C13
Subject Name: Hugo Smith
Aide 00116-R22's personal log

00240-C13 has been quiet all the way to his quarters. But once we're in, he suddenly gets in a talkative mood. He's one curious guy, very cute face. His robust figure gives him something special. Probably the why he was tagged a Silver, being strong and all.

"So," he says, "what's it mean being a Silver?"

"Oh! You mean your tag. Well, you see, the society model of the shelter is a very organized one. First there's the Alphas: The masters, the submasters and the providers. Then there's the Betas Plus: the Proctors, the doctors and the Aides. And finally The Betas Minus: the trainees and the newbies, like you. The Betas Minus are tagged depending on their assigned role in society. You were tagged a Silver, which means your role will be that of a Steward."

"I dunno what'char talking about."

"I know," I tell him, "but soon you will. Now, for newbies, cleanup is the very first thing after wake up every morning. So, let's get you ready for cleanup. Please," I say, "get naked and go to that door. That's the shower. I'll wait till you're done."

"Okay," he says and starts getting naked. When he's removed everything, he looks at his ring and asks me, "How 'bout this gadget?"

"Oh!" I tell him, "That will not be removed but for nightcycle."

"What's a nightcycle?" he asks.

I smile. "You'll see tonight. Go ahead and cleanup."

So he walks inside the door. And I wait for him to be done.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1215 hours
File Number: 00242-B13
Subject Name: Andreas Rainheart
Aide 00086-AS28's personal log

It is sort of ironic that me being the oldest of the Aide bunch assigned to the new batch, should actually get the youngest of them. But I'm glad. His ass looks rather interesting. And Oranges are usually meant to be stimulated via rectum. I want to get familiar with him, but he seems to keep to himself, I'm sure he is not very bright at being social.

We get to his assigned quarters and I tell him it's time for him to get ready for cleanup.

"Cleanup?" he asks.

"Yup," I respond, "cleanup is first thing in the morning activity for all newbies. It takes place in the shower and it's an automated process."

"Okay," he says, always looking down.

"Here," I tell him, "let me help you out of those clothes. Time's running."

"D-does… um… does it… t-take long?"

"As I told you, newbie, it's an automated process. Come here!"

He approaches and then I unzip his overalls. He gasps a little but says nothing. I ease his overalls down and then ask him to pull one foot at a time so I can take it completely out. He is gorgeous. Even when he's short, he's got a slim and kind of toned body. His jockstrap prevents me from seeing a tad more, but I see I was right, he has a beautiful lovely butt. I stand up behind him and place my hands on the band of his jockstrap. I feel him sigh as I bring it down, casually brushing his balls and breathing on his rear. I feel his body tense. We'll be getting acquainted very soon. But for now it's clean-up time.

So I send him to the shower.

Perry Bixer's Journal
Test Subject
February 26th 2345
1215 hours

Doctor Devrat'Smuc Krucef has brought me to his private lab in his loft. Once here, he asked me to get naked. He said that's the way I'll always be when at home. It's fine for me, really. I love being naked and the climate control in the shelter allows it for me to be naked without being uncomfortable. He asks me to come by his side. He's sitting in front of a massive computer console. I stand next to him.

"Look," he says, "I know I can be totally truthful with you, since we're gonna share so much from now on. First of all, I think you should be able to see me the way I really am. Do you agree with it?"

"Yes, doctor…" I say timidly.

I know for a fact this is not a human, but something else. I'm sort of scared but I'm also curious like hell. After all, he has given me the horniest experience of my life. He stands from his console and asks me to follow him to his bedroom. I follow him and when we get there he turns and looks as me as he smiles.

"Please," he says, "Help me out of my clothes, boy."

I approach him and first remove his lab robe. He turns and shows his belt, which I unlatch with a curiosity that is driving me crazy. I unbutton his pants and unzip them and kneel so I can take them out. Finally, I help him remove his shirt. He looks completely normal to me.

"You're wondering, aren't you boy?" he asks. I nod.

He closes his eyes and he makes a noise, like a concentration noise. Then the changes start happening. I feel amazed at the things that start going on. His skin changes its color slightly, still like human flesh but with a grayish tone. His arms elongate a little and his hands grow in size. His torso… Holy fuck! His torso is a dream, all his muscles developed as a bodybuilder's. His nipples are two pink-grayish inviting knobs. As the transformation runs down, his pubis changes texture, it becomes sort of rough, almost tree-like.

Freaky?

His cock starts growing until it's a hanging thick rod. It's thick and veiny, of an unnatural pink-reddish color. His glans is knob-shaped and mushroom-sized, and it's kind of whitish with red vessels all over.

His balls?

Oh, my! They grow until I notice two huge low hangers, each testicle must be the size of an apple. His ballsac is brownish-pink and there's huge pulsating veins all over it. I should be disgusted. But I'm not. I very quickly realize I'm hard as hell.

His legs are still human like, but with the same grayish tone.

I look at him and I'm drooling. My cock has gone rock hard under the spell of his physique. He opens his eyes, which are now completely black with no whites whatsoever. I must be seriously staring, for he smiles.

"You do like what you see, boy, am I right?" he asks and smiles again.

"I do," I tell him.

"Very well," he says, "now, come closer."

I do and he hugs me. I feel my rock-hard cock pushed against his tree-like pubis. His cock starts coming to life and I feel it stiffen and move between my legs. He brings my face to his and we kiss. His tongue is a long and rough tongue and I feel it move within my mouth. His cock goes fully hard and I feel it pushing under my balls. I love the length of it between my thighs and under my balls. His tongue is fast and experienced. He makes me horny only with his kiss.

He separates and tells me "Come this way, I've got something to show you."

He sits at his console and asks me to sit on his legs. As I do so, he taps on his console. His cock feels hot against my back. I'm still rock hard. Holoscreens are displayed before my eyes. In each screen I see different guys going inside the shower.

"It's time for clean-up," he says, "I take it you'll enjoy this."

He brings once of the screens and I see a Native American boy walking into the shower followed by another guy. This, I think, is gonna be fun.

Randall Chee's Journal
GREEN Tag
February 26th 2345
1225 hours

Aide 00121-B21 hasn't stopped touching me since we came into my quarters. It's my fault, 'cause I was looking at his pack as we talked. So I have to let him do what he wants, because I provoked him. I am naked now and he brings me inside the shower. He says every morning he'll assist me with cleanup. We walk inside the shower. There's two circles marked in red over the wall.

A computerized voice says: "Please, put your hands on the circles."

I do. Two liquid metal tubes emerge from the wall. I've never seen technology like this. I'm surprised. The end of each tube makes a bracelet for each of my wrists and lock me to the wall.

"What…?"

"It's okay, 00230-NA13," my Aide tells me, "that's standard procedure. Do relax."

"Okay."

"Shower," he commands.

Another tube comes from the ceiling and I feel the water spraying from it. Aide 00121-B21 starts spraying all over my body. As he does, he runs his free hand over the spots where the water runs.

"Anklets," he commands.

A couple more tubes emerge from the floor and each of them creates an anklet for each of my ankles. They clamp around my ankles and pull sideways, making me spread in an A position.

"Very good…" my Aide says.

He brings the hand shower down and directs the water towards my ass. At the same time, his hand runs touching my cheeks freely, on the sides. His hand slightly brushes my ass and I feel it twitch.

"Please…" I beg him.

"You want me to stop touching you there?" he asks me, "Are you sure?"

I gasp. I can't answer. I want him to stop. His hand there feels weird. But I provoked him. I provoked him, so I should just let him do as he wants.

"So?"

I do not answer. I only gasp.

"I thought so," he says.

The water keeps running over my cheeks and ass, but his hand goes a little lower and he grabs my balls from behind. He caresses. He caresses. He cups them in his hand. Then he squeezes.

This is insane! This is insane! He has to stop touching me! But I provoked him…

"Somebody is really gasping!" he says and laughs.

I can only gasp.

"Water off. Soap," he commands.

Another tubule emerges and he takes it in his left hand. He brings it on my back and starts rubbing. He squirts a new amount over my asshole. It's cold. My ass twitches. He starts rubbing the soap on my cheeks. Then he starts rubbing the soap on my asshole. I'm gasping.

"Let's wash you perfectly clean," he says giggling.

He pushes a soaped finger inside my ass. I gasp and moan.

"Nice and tight ass!" he says and laughs.

As he moves his finger inside me, I gasp. I've never felt such a pleasure. My dick throbs and throbs every time he pushes in and out.

"I think we need to soap that lovely cock of yours too," he says.

He takes out his finger.

"Bracelets, 90 degrees," he commands.

The tubes emerge from the wall and pull my arms stretching them up. My arms are up now, and my legs spread open. He places himself before me and squirts soap on my cock. He starts rubbing my cock and balls.

Oh, Fuck! Stop! Please stop!

"Let's take a look at that knob!" he says.

He starts peeling my foreskin down. I have to tell him, I have to tell him my foreskin doesn't peel. But I can't speak.

"Tight," he says, "but not impossible…"

He soaps my foreskin, puts one of his fingers inside it. His finger is rubbing my cockhead inside. I have never been rubbed in there before.

I'm… I'm gonna go insane! I can't take it, I can't take it!

How he manages, I don't know, but in a soft movement he brings all my foreskin down.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" I utter.

He laughs.

"Look at it," he says, "I've bet you've never seen this lovely cockknob! Go ahead and take a look!"

I look down and look at my cockhead for the first time in my life. It's big. It's purple. It's oozing? I don't know how that's possible, I never precum. I never do. But I am precumming! How… how?

"Let's make sure we make it perfectly clean!" he says and rubs and rubs and rubs around it with the soap. I'm going insane with pleasure.

"Please…" I manage to say in-between gasp, "Please, please…"

"Oh! Somebody's got a sensitive cockhead!" He laughs.

I keep pleading.

"What am I thinking?" he says, "that tight boypussy of yours should not be left unattended!"

He positions himself behind me and starts fingering my ass again. But as his left is busy at my ass, his right one continues to polish my knob. Before I notice, there's three fingers up my ass.

"Please…" I beg him, "please, please…"

"I think that is one hungry hole…" he says, "let's feed it!

Before I can say anything, Aide 00121-B21 thrusts his entire rod inside me… It hurts like fucking hell. It hurts.

"Stop, you're hurting me!" I say, "Stop!"

He doesn't stop. Instead, he starts fucking my virgin ass. I moan. I gasp, I beg. He laughs. His mouth is right behind my ear. His cock is going inside and outside my ass. His left hand is working my balls, caressing them, cupping them, squeezing them, slapping them. And his right hand keeps polishing my knob.

"You like it, don't you?" he asks in my ear as he licks my lobe.

"No, it hurts!" I say.

"It hurts but you fucking like it! You're one little horny cunt!" he says and laughs.

"No! I'm not! Stop!"

"Yes you are!" he says, "And guess what? You're mine, you're my cunt…"

"Please!" I beg him.

"You like my cock up your boypussy, huh?" he carries on, "I can feel your hole squeezing my cock tight, like you want it in there forever, like you want to be fucked till the ends of time, huh?"

Before I notice, I'm moving at a rhythm I didn't know I had inside and I notice my cock is rock hard. How is this even possible? He's hurting me!

My hands are tied up and my legs spread for his fun.

"Please… please… please…" I keep pleading, "please… ohhhhhh… please… ohhhhhhhh… ohhhhhhh… please…. please, please, please, please, please…"

As I beg and move, he thrusts deeper. Can't hold it. Can't help it. My cock starts throbbing incessantly. And it squirts. I cum. I cum. Fuck, I cum!

Because of the way he gasps as I cum, I know he's cumming too. He then takes his dick from my ass.

"Well, there you are!" he says as he continues to rub at my cockknob, "you have one hungry boycunt full of my cream. You like it, don't you, pussyboy?"

I can't look him in the eye.

"Look me in the eye and tell me, did you like it pussyboy?"

I look at him. I love his white skin and his lovely hazel eyes and his wet blond hair. But he just hurt me. He hurt me. But he made me cum. Do I like this? Being fucked in the ass like some faggot?

"I didn't…"

"You fucking liar!" he yells, "You fucking liked it! Tell me you liked it or I'll fuck you again just now!"

"I did, I did, I did!" I say scared that he'll put it up my ass again.

He laughs at me and then stops. He comes closer.

"Bracelet release," he commands.

The bracelets holding my hands disappear as the tubes go back to merge with the ceiling. I instinctively hug him. I'm crying. Why am I crying? Why am I hugging him if he's just fucked me up the ass? He slicks my hair back with his hand and kisses me deeply on the lips. I've never been kissed before. I've never been fucked before.

"I'm glad you liked it," he says in-between kisses, "for as long as you're a newbie, your body will be mine to abuse. You are now officially my pussyboy. That clear?"

I nod.

"I wanna hear it," he commands.

"It's clear."

"What's clear?" he pushes it.

"I'm your pussyboy."

"Good, 00230-NA13. Now let's get you ready for socialization."

Jeremiah Winters' Journal
GOLDEN Tag
February 26th 2345
1225 hours

Aide 00108-A20 is a nice guy. I'm scared but he reassures me. I don't know what's this place. I don't like it. My mother wouldn't like it either. But she's gone, my mother, and my brother too. I guess I'll be here for a long time. 00108-A20 showed me the inside the shower. Time for cleanup he said.

"Please, place your hands on the shower wall," A computerized voice tells me. I do so.

The wall comes alive. This is so sci-fi! It's cool! A couple of metal liquid-like tubes emerge from the wall. Each clamps a bracelet in each of my wrists. Not cool! Once clamped, the tubes are swallowed into the wall. My hands are immobile.

I gasp.

Similar tubes emerge from the floor and go and clasp around my ankles. Then they move back on to the floor spreading my legs in an A position.

I gasp again.

This is wrong. I'm scared. What's going on? Somebody, please… help?

It turns creepy now. The floor opens underneath me. There's tubules under… hoses? They look like… what? That's not… that can't be… My mind doesn't know how to read what I see. Tentacles? Wait, that can't be… can't be… human? The first one moves up and goes around my neck securing me. A couple more come up and go around my torso. Something foamy emerges from a little hole on their tips. It smells good, like scented soap, and both tentacles start rubbing my back and chest. I feel funny… I'm… What? I can't think… I… what? Tentacles…?

I gasp again.

Two more tentacles raise from the hole on the floor. They slip around my ankles. They move all the way to my privates. One of the tentacles produces the foam and puts it on my foreskin. It numbs. There's a funny sensation there. Please, stop? Please… these things… what?

Something emerges from the tentacle's slit. it looks like a lace or like a worm. It goes inside my foreskin. It rubs inside it. No, stop, stop! That's weird! That's not good… That's not… that's… good? Feels good… No! Stop! No… please, please stop… please don't… please… don't… stop!

I gasp repeatedly.

The worm like thing has a harsh texture, like scales, and goes around my cockhead, under it, in the neck, and brings my foreskin down. I can't help it, my cock is going hard. As it does, the ring around my privates goes tight. No! Stop! No… please, please… Please stop… Not there!… please… oh… oh… oh…

I can't think anymore. My mind's clouded. Is it? A tentacle I didn't see coming goes inside my mouth. It has a funny flavor. No… no… not bad… tastes funny… please don't rub my cockhead… no… please… ohhhh… tastes good?… it's good?… no, stop… please… tastes…

Even with my mind clouded I very quickly understand what's going on. I'm not being cleaned-up. I'm being fucked. The tentacle in my mouth goes in and out, in and out. I let him do me. My cock goes harder. The ring tightens its grip again.

I moan.

There's two worm-like tongues around my glans now. They take turns squeezing my glans and releasing it. They go around my shaft and squeeze too.

It's wrong! This is… No! Not my cockhead… Ohhhh… My… ass? No… please… oh, please… stop!

A tentacle's tongue goes inside my ass. It hurts! Its texture is also scale like, it feels cold in there. A second tongue, a third, a fourth, a fifth. I moan with the tentacle still inside my mouth. The tentacle in my rear starts pushing its way in.

My ass, Oh crap!… Oh please… it hurts… it's… no, no, please… oh fuck…

My ass is unexplored territory. I moan repeatedly at the outrage. My sphincter finally gives. The tentacle thrusts its way inside me. My cock stiffens a bit more – if that's even possible. The ring tightens its grip once again. So tight! I can see the veins in my shaft bigger than I've ever seen them. My cock is a swollen purple-colored rod. It hurts… feels good? A second tentacle comes up. There's two tentacles fucking my throat now. There's also two tentacles raping my virgin ass.

I moan and moan and moan.

The tentacles in my mouth explode in orgasm. I feel them tense up as they release their cum. It's too much… too much cum… too much… tastes good?… it's sweet… oh fuck…

I feel like I'm gonna drown in their cum, but my mouth keeps swallowing. It's so much I feel it sliding down my esophagus. Then I feel it, I know my own load is cumming. I'm gonna shoot now. Just when I'm about to shoot, the ring around my cock releases an electric shock. I scream as my cock goes immediately limp. The tentacles in my ass do not cum. They go out. The ordeal is over. Now that it's over I'm scared at what I've been done. What the fuck was that creature under the shower? First thing I'll do is ask Aide 00108-A20 about it.

Some liquid-metal tubes emerge from the walls and bathe me. There's a huge white light that blinds me.

What was that th… what… what was what…? What did just happen?

I come out of the shower perfectly clean.

Donovan Warren's Journal
RED Tag
February 26th 2345
1225 hours

So I go inside the shower. Two circles on the wall appear and there's a computerized voice that tells me to place my hands in there. As I do, a couple of tubules emerge from the wall and clamp bracelets on both my wrists.

What the…?

Before I can say anything, same thing happens around my ankles. A door opens on the floor and a liquid substance forms a sort of chair. The bracelets pull my hands behind the make-believe chair. Then the anklets pull up and my legs are spread open.

The substance underneath me, the chair? is warm. I'm sort of sitting/leaning back with my hands tied behind me and my legs spread.

The same black substance starts moving behind my back and starts ascending until they reach the back of my neck, circle it and come around my face. I'm terrified. Then it goes inside my mouth, placing itself in there, as a sort of organic blob-like gag.

What…? What's going on? Help? Somebody?

Before I can think of anything, two blob textured tentacle like things emerge and start licking my body all over. They're like blob matter tongues. Suddenly they're not blob like anymore, like they've solidified. Their texture is strange. They keep on licking me all over.

Please, somebody! Stop this… this… madness!

Before I can realize it, they're licking my torso, my nipples, some of them go down my abs and start licking my cock. No, no, no, stop! But I can't help it, stimulation runs its natural course and suddenly my cock is hard. These things seriously know how to do it. They go inside my foreskin, I feel them rubbing in there, until they bring my cockhead all out. Can't help it, my cock is already drooling.

No… no… please… please… stop…

But it's like I can't think anymore, like their touch is driving me insane. There's tongues in my nipples, tongues in my cockhead, tongues in my whole cock, tongues in my balls… Fuck! Not… not in the balls… oh… fuck! Just when I finish thinking it, the tongues concentrate precisely in my balls, as if they were reading my mind, as if they knew how sensitive I am in the balls.

There's so many tongues… So many… so many tongues…

Then there's also tongues in my ass, licking from every side, from every angle. Then, the tongues around my balls seem to thin and start, what? Why are they encircling… The answer comes quickly, two of the tongues have tied each of my balls separately and start pulling.

No! That, that hurts! But my cock starts drooling precum like there was no tomorrow.

We know it hurts… a voice inside my head says. A voice inside me? Precisely, boy. We know it hurts and we know you like the way it hurts. You like the pain in your balls. No! I say, No! Don't lie to yourself, boy. You know you like it… feel how much precum your cock is producing.

As if on cue, new tentacle like things come from within the blob. They're thicker, disgustingly veiny and have… mouths? Two of them approach my face and open, as if they wanted me to see their sharp teeth. I moan but I'm gagged. Those first two move with cobra-like speed and start biting on my nipples.

It hurts! It hurts!

It DOES hurt, boy! But feel your cock throb! Can you feel how it throbs? You love it, boy, you love IT!

I want to think no, it hurts and I don't like it. But the voice is right, my cock is throbbing and oozing and throbbing. Then there's some mouth tentacles in my genitals… and two start biting at my balls! Fuck! Please stop, please stop! But the answer is a deep cavernous laugh inside my mind. Then there are teeth all over my cock and balls. They bite hard. There's mouths all over me, biting. They keep on biting my cock and balls, my glans, my nipples.

The blob-thing inside my mouth muffles my screaming as my cock releases jet after jet after jet of my cum, which squirts so hard most of it lands on my face. Good, boy! That's one good load of cum. See? You do like pain!

Then there's a very strong white light.

What…? What just happened?

I feel disoriented, but I am sitting on a chair and there's water running. There's also some tubules washing me clean.

Hugo Smith's Journal
SILVER Tag
February 26th 2345
1225 hours

These people here do have very weird ideas. But everything I've saw is very nice. The place is like out of a sci-fi movie. Doctor was very nice conducting my physical. I remember everything he did me and I get hard. I remember when he peeled my cock. I remember when he rubbed on the head. His soft hands rubbing my cockhead was good. I liked when he squeezed my balls. It hurted but I guess it was good coz I almost cummed. But he did not let me. He injected somethin' in my cock and balls and it burned. He did some things too. With electricity in my cockhead and balls. He put something down my pee-hole with electricity and then I cummed. T'was a good cum.

I wanna see the doctor again. I was payed for blows when I was on the street. Many mans sucked my cock. But nobody maked me cum like the doctor did. It was different and good. I cummed a lot. I feeled it even if I was restrained by that arch thing. I loved how it feeled as I cummed. And I cummed a lot. And I liked it. I wanna see the doctor again.

Then the shower talk to me and tell me to put my hands in the circles. I do and they are clamped to the wall. My ankles are clamped to and then separated. I dunno for sure, but I think somethin' is gonna do me again, like the doctor did.

Am right. I knowed I was right. A door slide open under my open legs. Things come from there. I think they're tentacles. They look like tentacles. I know these things are not suppose to exist, but they do. Am not scared. A tentacle comes all the way up to my face. It's red and veiny. I see veins throbbin' all over it. The end of the tentacle looks like a cockhead. He wants me to give it head. I know. So I open my mouth and extend my tongue so I can lick it. I lick it more. And more. I think it like it, coz it squirm.

Then come another. Then another. And before I know, there's four red veiny tentacles and am licking all of their knobs. They drool precum like I do. My cock is hard, I feel it. Then is like they don't have no more patience and one tentacle go inside my mouth. And I'm sucking on it. I like the flavor. Smell like all the cocks I've sucked in my life. Like just one tentacle give off the scent of ten mans. It go out and come another. Then it go out and come another. They take turns so I can suck'em all. I like suckin'em all.

Then I feel it. Another tentacle is under me, but this one don't have no cockhead. This have a mouth and it swallow my full cock. It doesn't go in or out, but something inside it feel like it's suckin' me. Two more come down there. One swallow my left ball. The other my right ball. They suck on my balls and pull down, pull strongly down as they suck. My balls hurt but they hurt good, like with the doctor.

I think they like me the way I like'em. One more red veiny tentacle come from under the floor and go to my rear, my boypussy. I telled the doctor I didn't have had no sex, but I lied for I was embarrassed. My regulars liked my boypussy, they sayed it was pink and musky and tight. The tentacle spit somethin' on my boypussy and if feels tingly. He goes in. It thrust in and out of my boypussy. I swear no cock feeled like that in my boypussy. As it go in and out I feel the veins throbbing. I'm sucking on all four tentacles. The tentacle mouth is suckin' my cock fiercely. I think it have teeth, coz I feel like the lips around the lower part of my shaft are bitin all around the shaft.

I feel my boypussy stretch. I know why, there's another tentacle trying to fuck me in the boypussy too. I think am gonna cum now. I think. But I don't cum. My cock trapped in the tentacle mouth feel something funny, tickly, weird. And then something cold and rough, like sandpaper, slide inside my pee-hole. I feel like I wanna cum. Realize I have three tentacles fucking my boypussy now. Is really stretch opened. I like'em three fucking me in the ass. I like'em four I'm sucking with my mouth. I like'em sucking my cock and balls.

Too much. I can't handle. I feel it comin'. I feel it comin. My cock is throbbin' like crazy. I shoot my spunk. The tentacles cum in my mouth. Their cum is sweet and sour, like mans cum but more intense. It's a loto spunk. I swallow and swallow and swallow and it don't stop cummin'. The tentacles in my boypussy are cummin' too. I feel their spunk runnin' up inside me. I'm still cumming too. We're all cummin at the same time.

When we are wasted, the tentacles go away and the door slide close. Then there's a bright light and a voice inside me say, These events never happened. This you won't remember. When we're done bathing you, you will only think you took a shower. You will not remember.

Then I'm washed. I dunno why them tentacles don't want me to remember them. I like'em fuckin my ass and mouth. I like'em suckin my spunk. I like'em fillin me with cum. But I think they don't want me to remember nothin'. So I will to pretend I don't remember nothin'. That's what I'll do. I will to pretend.

Perry Bixer's Journal
Test Subject
February 26th 2345
1330 hours

I'm so fucking hard I can't believe it. I've seen several boys being fucked and sucked by all sorts of weird looking tentacle cocks. Doctor Devrat'Smuc Krucef has been jerking my cock as we both watch the guys in different screens. Their final cumming is the best part to it. He taps something and the screens just disappear. I hadn't noticed, but one of his hands is madly squeezing my cock and the other is madly squeezing my balls. My cock is drooling precum like there was no tomorrow.

"You enjoyed that, pretty boy?" he asks knowing I did.

I nod.

"Very well. Come with me now," he says and asks me to stand up.

We walk to a different part of the loft, his lab, he tells me. There's a chair which looks kind of menacing, and he asks me to sit down on it. I do. When I'm on it, bracelets and anklets emerge from it, securing my wrists and ankles.

"Whaaa…"

"Relax, boy," he asks, "It's time for us to get started. See, you'll help me work on my energy theories."

And having said so, he taps something on his console. The first thing that happens is that a weird looking set of tubules emerge from within the chair. They hover over my body, like trying to decide where they'll go. They finally approach my nipples and they grow bubbles. I know they're suction caps and I gasp in anticipation. Next command tapped by the doctor brings two more tubules. These too grow suction caps and each of them attaches to each of my testicles. That's new!

He approaches me and places his hand over my lower abs. As he starts caressing me, the bubbles on my nipples come alive and start sucking at my nipples fiercely. I gasp and moan. The doctor's hand goes down and gets ahold of my cock. He squeezes it and my pee hole starts oozing precum.

"In for a bumpy ride, my boy?" he asks.

I nod.

"Here we go!"

As he says so, the bubbles on my testicles start sucking fiercely, so much I feel like they'll swallow my testicles. He's taking his time to rub on my glans. With one hand he does so, with the other he squeezes the shaft. I'm already moaning, this doctor knows how to work a cock. Suddenly and without notice, the doctor taps new commands. Half of each of my testicles is inside the sucking bubbles. Each bubble grows a needle that pierces each of my testicles. I moan as something is injected inside my balls.

"Okay, boy," the doctor says, "Get ready to be worked out, for this ride has been programmed for six hours of nonstop sexual stimulation torture with no orgasm allowed."

I open my eyes wide. I'm gonna be so fucked up by the end of the day!

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1325 hours
File Number: 00233-R12
Subject Name: Jeremiah Winters
Aide 00108-A20's personal log

I assume 00233-R12's memory has been perfectly wiped after the clean-up. And I assume so because he does not say anything about what happened in there. I've tried remembering myself about how it was when I first came into the shelter, but I have no memory of my clean-ups, apparently nobody does. Whatever happens in the shower remains one big mystery to all of us. His cock is limp, but I see a little droplet of inviting pre-cum oozing from his pee slit. His cock looks a tad purple, so I assume he was really ring-gripped.

"Everything okay?" I ask him.

"Yup," he says, "that was fast!"

He seems a bit more cheerful now. I do not want to scare him, so I don't mention a thing about the clean-up. It wouldn't help for him to know that what he thinks to have been a five minute shower was in reality a one hour… fuck? My balls hurt now as I imagine his boypussy filled with whatever the masters do to us during clean up. I really need to be milked urgently, but I know that won't happen until night time. I wonder if I could talk to proctor 011-Ben about it. I'm just freaking horny after listening to the lovely noises 00233-R12 made while in the shower.

I help him inside his jockstrap and 'accidentally' brush his balls. I see his cock twitch and lick at my lips. I certainly hope it won't take long before he jumps from a newbie into a trainee. Only then will I have access to that gorgeous pubescent cock that is making me drool. I help him inside his golden overalls and tell him it's about time for socialization, and I explain that socialization with others in the shelter occurs only during mealtimes. He smiles. The one good thing is that he doesn't seem scared anymore.

So I conduct him to socialization staying by his side. Once in the socialization room, I leave him and move on to the Aide's socialization room, which is a separate one. Every caste has its own socialization room, there's one for the newbies, one for trainees, one for Aides, one for proctors and the one room for masters. Nobody really knows the master's room, save for Proctors. Only Proctors have seen the masters. I certainly hope I'll make it to proctor very soon and with an immaculate history. Once a Proctor I'll be able to know the masters, see the masters, be fucked by the masters.

When I first came in the shelter I was one terrified boy, just as 00233-R12. Thanks to my genetics I was tagged Golden. I became a trainee real soon, only two weeks after my arrival. See, there's different things we can be here in the shelter. Goldens are the luckiest in the bunch, for we provide the masters' daily supply of boy milk. Our seed is harvested in four different three-hour shifts. I'm on both alpha (0600 hours) and delta (1900 hours). We're worked out three hours until ejaculation, when we are released to do as we please.

Not me, of course, cause I decided to become an Aide. So, in between the harvesting shifts, I attend to my duties toward my protégé. I've been assigned 00233-R12 in this new batch and I'm happy about it. Cause, you see, we Goldens get a free day a week, and during this day, our rings are removed and we're free to do what we want with our privates. Once 00233-R12 becomes a trainee… well, I do intend to try and sample that gorgeous cock of his, milk and all.

I think 00233-R12 will become used to being a milkboy very soon.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 1335 hours
Subject Files: 00230 through 00242
Master: Ecu'maret Prime

I'm anxious for the report on today's acquisitions.

Sub-master Nor'ahd Betax has informed me that tonight I'll be meeting two new proctors for their initiation rite, subjects 00052-AS23 and 00067-R22, which have been recently ascended. I can hardly wait. This will be the first time they'll see a master, and I want the experience to be as fulfilling as it should be. Luckily I've been feeding on all the milkboys in all four shifts for the past twenty four hours, so my prostatic organ is ready to produce massive amounts of seminal secretion. 00052-AS23 and 00067-R22 will be filled with the liquid they so worship.

Finally, Sub-master Nor'ahd Betax comes in with the report I've been expecting.

I ask him to make himself comfortable, so he slips out of his human shape. His expression is one of utter relief as he hands me the infopad.

"Here's the report, master," he says as he bows.

I take a quick skim through the report. We've acquired thirteen new heads today. They've been assigned as follows: 1 Golden, 2 Silvers, 2 Reds, 3 Greens and 6 Oranges. There's also an inconclusive test. Doctor Dev'rat Smurcef requested for the boy to become his test subject.

Here's the preliminars. It is such a shame that we've only gotten one Golden, for it means only one new milkboy. The Silvers will become stewards, always necessary for to attend to household chores. The Greens will be holes – not that bad an occupation – for they keep our proctors sexually entertained. And the Orange ones labor force, or energy workers. The Reds, well they are lucky indeed, for they will ensure the perpetuation of our species.

"Tell me about the new Golden boy," I command.

"Yes, master. Subject 00233-R12. Him I sampled myself during cleanup."

"And…" I ask, my curiosity aroused.

"I did not let him ejaculate, as it is rule for Goldens, but his testes were severely worked out as my sexual appendages worked his body. He's got tender nipples, easily stimulated. His fully engorged cock reaches a bit over 22 centimeters [8½ in]. His balls, I might add Master, seem to produce the seed at a faster rate than any Golden we've had before. Tonight we'll be sampling his load work, but with the doctor he produced an amount of fifteen milimeters. Properly fed, master, I think he'll be able to give us twice that amount."

"Perfect," I say, for I couldn't be more pleased, "let's make sure his daily meal includes the chemicals necessary to make his appendage grow, you know I like them over 25 cm [10 in]. Also make sure to include at least five grams of exhibitor, so his testes can double their size and reach their full potential. We need all the milk he can produce raised to peak performance."

"Five grams, sir?"

"Do you have any problem with that, submaster?"

"It's just, sir, that…"

"Yes?"

"Top dosage has been 2.5 grams sir. I'm not sure a human could handle…"

"He can. See that he's given the dosage I'm commanding."

"Will see to it sir."

"Oh, And make sure he does receive his daily dosage of milk. As you know it is our seminal secretion which keeps them horny. We need him horny at every moment, and ready to give in to us."

"Oh, I don't think we'll have a problem with that sir. As I worked him during cleanup, the moans emerging from his throat were ones of utter pleasure. I think he will be a very willing milkboy."

"I'm happy to hear that, Nor'ahd."

"If there's nothing else, Master?"

"Yes, there is. Please make sure that 00052-AS23 and 00067-R22 are sent to you and Submaster Sarb'rue Minus, one for each one of you, so you both can get them ready to come into my quarters. Have they been properly prepared?"

"Yes, master," he says licking at his lips, "as protocol indicates, they have been cut off from socialization for the past four weeks. They have not been milked since and their rings have been discharging at a rate of twice an hour, so they can't go erect at all. During night cycle, their genitalia has been worked out via their rings in full night shifts, not allowing them to orgasm. Their diet, as suggested in your reforms, has been doubled in sexual stimulants and has been removed all Ungulian seminal secretion."

"They must be going insane…"

"You know withdrawal from our seminal secretion creates a strong sexual desire which cannot be calmed down with anything sir. So, yes, sir, they are going insane with lust and desire."

"Perfect. Send them to my quarters as soon as you're done with them."

"Will do, master. If you'll excuse me."

Nor'ahd Betax leaves me alone in my office. I need to get ready for tonight. But I have to make sure I'll soon pay a visit to this new Golden 00233-R12. If he can produce as much milk as I'm informed, sustenance of the Unguli is ensured.

Donovan Warren / 00234-C12 (12yo), Randall Chee / 00230-NA13 (13yo), Jeremiah Winters / 00233-R12 (12yo), Hugo Smith / 00240-C13 (13yo), Perry Bixer / 00237-G14 (14yo), Andreas Rainheart / 00242-B11 (11yo), 011-Ben, Proctor in charge of Night Cycles (28yo)

Donovan Warren's Journal
RED Tag
February 26th 2345
2050 hours

The day is finally coming to an end. During socialization – lunch and dinner – I was able to get ahold of Jerry, or 00233-R12, I better say. We talked a little and he seemed much more relaxed that he was when we first came into the shelter. He told me he's been coming and going all they long to different rooms, where he's been plugged into different virtual simulations. He says he's happy, for he was taken to different places around the globe in these simulations.

I haven't been that lucky.

My Aide, 00100-A18, is a little bit nicer now that the day is almost over. Unlike 00233-R12, I was taken to only two different rooms during my day. In one of them, I was placed under the care of a medical technician called 00056-L27, who started teaching me about vaccum theory. What for, I do not know, but he say's I'll need to learn everything regarding different techniques that will come in handy, for I am a Red. I still don't know what that means, but it seems to be a good rank among the shelter.

During socialization, I got to interact with other guys as well. Many of them have memorized their numbers, but during socialization we do get to use our given names with no restriction. Our socialization room is designed for newbies only, so we haven't gotten to interact with any other people in the shelter. I wonder if I'll ever see Ronald and Stephen again.

During socialization I got to chat for a while with Hugo and Randall. I also met and interacted with these other guys. I met Rashid, a very cool and intellectual guy from India who had moved to California when he was 5 years old. I also met Josh, a fourteen year old thin boy with olive skin and dark hair. He's the coolest guy ever, and he keeps on talking about this alien theory and how he'd loved it if aliens ran this place. All in all, my first day at the shelter has been full of grateful surprises.

As we come into my quarters, 00100-A18 seems more relaxed.

"So, how did you like your first day in the shelter?" he asks.

"I thought it was fine."

"I'm glad you did, most newcomers get terrified."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"What's your name?"

"I told you, 00100-A18. That's my name."

"I mean your given name," I ask.

There's a troubled expression in his face.

"Listen," he says, "there's no use in remembering your given name. It will no longer serve any purpose. Look, 00234-C12, you seem like a very nice boy. You're lucky to have been tagged a Red. You'll have a good existence in here. Leave it at that."

I nod. He then tells me I need to get ready for my night cycle and asks me to get naked. It's not as hard as it was in the morning. I take everything off except for the jockstrap.

"Yeah, that one too," he says and approaches me, "Curfue will be in effect 10 minutes from now. Once that happens, it will be the beginning of the night cycle."

"What's a night cycle?" I ask him.

"You'll see very soon," he says on his way to the door.

When he's by the door he turns around.

"It's Derek."

"What?"

"My given name," he says, "It's Derek."

And having said so, he walks about the door. Ten minutes later, I hear an alarm go off. So I go on to bed. I very quickly feel my lids heavy. And I fall sleep.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 2050 hours
File Numbers: 00230-NA13, 00233-R12, 00234-C12, 00240-C13, 00242-B11
Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Hugo Smith, Andreas Rainheart
Proctor 011-Ben's personal log

It's 2050 hours and Curfue will be in effect in ten minutes. All newbies and trainees are in their quarters. Some Aides have been concentrated in the night preparation room, only those who have been assigned a newbie. I'm here to make sure all of them understand and have gone through the procedures, so the night cycles might be performed appropriately.

See, night cycles are, to use an analogy, like an induction course. Here, at the Shelter, newbies and trainees have to undergo their night cycle like clockwork, because the procedures will ensure their being ready for the positions they will later on take up in our society. Newbies, specially, because never before had they fit so perfectly in a society which depends on everybody's sexual energy's correct usage.

So I go one more time over the specifics of each and every Aide under my care.

"Aide 00108-A20, Please describe the phases of the night cycle for your newbie," I say.

"Yes, sir," the Aide replies, "My newbie, subject 00233-R12 is a Golden. Therefore, his night cycle consists of only one phase of continuous stimulation oriented towards working out the newbie's seminal organs. His seed must not be harvested. Cycle will take place for three hours. Purpose of the cycle is to have the subject ready for morning extraction."

"Thank you, Aide," I say, "Aide 00121-B21, please describe the phases of the night cycle you'll be performing."

"Yes, of course. Night cycle for a Green subject will consist of four distinct phases: Pre-sexual stimulation, oral and anal stimulation, denial and praising. His seed should be harvested at the end of the last phase. The purpose of a Green cycle is for the newbie to adapt his organism to please others through the correct use of his body, making sure to regale his users with his seed."

"How about you, Aide 00116-R22?"

"Yes, sir. Night cycle for my Silver will run in three phases, each one similar to the other. The purpose is for the newbie to experience all kinds of sexual stimulation, placing particular emphasis on CBT seed extraction, purpose being having the Silver ready to be taken at a master's whimp."

"Aide 00096-L25, what's the nature of the night cycle for your Orange subject?"

"As we all know, sir, an Orange provides the city with energy. An Orange night cycle is the longest among regulars and runs between four and six hours. Their cycle consists of just one phase assisted by virtual reality stimulation. A series of pre-programmed 'sexual dreams' are run through virtual stimulation for this purpose. These sexual in nature dreams are assisted by tubule technology. Seed harvest is irrelevant, it can or cannot occur, so long as the subject keeps radiating heat."

"Very good, very technical. Aide 00100-A18, yours?"

"Night cycle for a Red demands that I first make sure he takes the prescription designed for his genitalia to become ready. Then, the cycle will run for three distinct phases, in which the subject's sexual torture will increase in intensity. His seed should be harvested at the end of each phase."

"Very well," I tell all the Aides under my command, "Curfue will be in effect in less than two minutes. Good luck, people. Make your Proctor proud."

So, the curfue alarm goes off and I send them on their way, not without reminding them to place their oxygen masks before the Morpheum is released. The door closes and I sit on my chair. I tap at my console and all monitors to my Aides' newbies come online. I tap the commands and Morpheum is released into the atmosphere of their quarters. I see them drift away. A red light blinks on my console, as every night. I tap and communication begins. Submaster Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen.

"Proctor 011-Ben," he says, "are you ready to monitor the night cycle of your five newbies?"

"Yes, master," I reply respectfully.

"Very well. I'm opening my cam so I can monitor your process," he tells me.

It's a part of the protocol I love, knowing the master will be monitoring me.

"Ok, Proctor, I'm proceeding to stage 1, step 1."

"At your command , sir."

He taps on his console and two tubules from under the chair come up, each of them plugging to one of my balls. I feel the first slight pinch as their needles pierce their way through my testes.

"On for stage 1, step two," he says.

He taps a new set of commands and the needles inside my balls inject the serum. When it is shot inside them, my cock goes hard at a second's fraction. I'm ready to see my boys in action. And I'm ready for the master to see me as well.

"On for stage 1, step three," he says.

He taps the new set of commands and the vacuum milker comes to position encasing my 23 cm [9"] thick cock. It's grown 5 cm [2"] since my arrival at the shelter. Perks of being a Golden.

"As protocol dictates, Proctor, I must remind you that you are not to interrupt harvesting of your seed at any time during night cycle. I must also remind you that because of your newbie tag, as a Golden, your seed will only be extracted when night cycle finishes. I should also remind you, your enhanced testes are the community's and for the community's survival, therefore, as a Golden Proctor, you'll be expected to contribute with a significant amount of Master Ecu'maret Prime's morning meal."

"As protocol dictates, master," I reply, "I must acknowledge your command and remind you my seed is only the Unguli's. I will do my best to provide."

"Have a good harvest, Proctor."

The call is cut, but I know somewhere in the room, a hidden camera will monitor my night cycle. How did I ever live happily before I came here? This is what happiness means.

I look at all the monitors and decide on which of the newbies I'll start. I very quickly decide on subject 00234-C12, the Red tag. As I lick at my lips looking at the monitor, I think, This is going to be one hell of a night. Let the night cycles begin!

Perry Bixer's Journal
Test Subject
February 26th 2345
2050 hours

I'm past gone. My cock and balls are red and swollen. It is actually so swollen I can barely recognize it. Huge veins pulsate all over. I've had so many spoiled orgasms I can barely count them. My doctor and boss tells me the night cycles are about to begin, so I need to be excused. He brings his cock up to my mouth. I have to recognize him the fact that he hasn't orgasmed either.

"Go on, my precious boy," he tells me, "suck on this cock you crave so much!"

I barely start sucking on it, when he cums copiously in my mouth. I'm amazed at how much these alien creatures can cum, for I feel I might choke on so much seed. Its flavor is highly intoxicating. Just when I'm done drinking his four minute orgasm load, he goes down and releases all the torture devices around my cock, balls and ass. His sole touch makes me shiver. He swallows my cock and his sand-paper-like tongue licks on my knob as he fiercely sucks me.

It doesn't take long for me to cum. With my cock in his mouth, I erupt jet after jet of my teen spunk, which has been kept inside for the past six hours or so. I can't believe how much I cum, and the good doctor swallows the whole thing. I can tell by the way he squeezes my balls and bites and my cockhead that he likes what he's drinking. When my orgasm is finally over, he stands and kisses me. His tongue goes around my mouth, and my tongue plays with his. As we kiss, my cock erupts one last jet of cum, taking us both by surprise.

"Nice and providing cock, my boy," he tells me as he taps in his console and the chair releases me.

I try and stand up, but my legs are numbed and I trip. The doctor catches me and hugs me.

"I'm gonna have you rest, my dear boy," he says, "You should take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow will be one long day again."

"I think I'd like that…" I tell him.

"The shower and the rest?" he asks.

"No," I tell him, "The prospect of another day of milking torture."

"You're such a submissive slut!" he tells me smiling.

I hug him and look him in the eye, "I am. And I'm all yours for the taking, doctor."

He slaps my ass playfully and I go on to the shower. Fuck I love this place!

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 2105 hours
File Number: 00234-C12
Subject Name: Donovan Warren
Night Cycle: Aide 00100-A18

From all the Aides, I'm the only one who has never performed a night cycle. I was just recently promoted to Aide, so I have gone over the basics of the training. But I've never performed the thing per se and I'm nervous about it. Proctor 011-Ben has been very supportive and has helped me go over the procedures, tools and techniques so I am ready.

But I'm nervous.

We are the given the green light and move on to our newbie's room. 00234-C12 is sound asleep. I'm glad, for I wouldn't want him to know what I'm about to do to him. I'm in his quarters now and the light is dim. I remove the bed sheet and look at his good looking cock. I insert the master key and remove his ring. His balls hang lower as I do so. Before I came into this place, I would've never thought I'd desire a cock so much, but now I do. I was actually quite the ladies' man and most of my friends envied my luck. Now, having been in the shelter for two years, I realize I've always liked cock… or have I? 00234-C12's cock is gorgeous. It calls to me and so does his balls. When did I turn that alley?

I begin stimulation as instructed, peeling back the foreskin. His cock goes rigid immediately. Mine as well and I'm terrified at my own cock being shocked by the ring. But the shock never comes… Is that normal? My newbie, 00234-C12 is completely rigid now, and my cock drools pre-cum like there was no tomorrow, I can feel my skintight suit getting wet in that spot.

First Cycle begins.

Now that 00234-C12 is fully erect, I move on. I tap a series of commands, and two tubules emerge from within the bed and tie his balls separately. Once done, I place the electro stimulation device in his cock shaft as instructed. I tap the commands on my pad, and the show begins. I sit back, as I've been trained to do, and keep on varying the amperage in the electro-stimulation device. My cock is so hard at looking at his lovely cock fully erect and oozing pre-cum under stimulation. He stirs and moans in his sleep, but he can't wake up. It's the effect of the Morpheum.

I tap another command and another liquid-metal tubule comes out from the bedhead. When it reaches 00234-C12's cock, it opens as a clamp, clasping his glans and turning into a corona. I can see his cock throb like crazy. From within the corona comes out a small tubule and inserts itself in 00234-C12's urethra. He moans again. The liquid sound goes in and out as I keep on varying the amperage. I'm rock hard and wishing I could masturbate. But that would mean being severely punished for breaching protocol. So I just look at 00234-C12's cock as it trembles under stimulation.

The cycle runs for two hours and he cums in a huge load, the tubule sucking all he's got in his balls. He's moaning a lot. Is that normal? I make a mental note to scribble that down on my report. Maybe I'm doing something wrong. I'll better ask Proctor 011-Ben once the night is over.

Second cycle begins.

I tap another series of commands and a couple of electro pads place themselves over his balls. I remove the electro ring from his shaft all the way to his glans, next to the corona. The electro anal probe comes from within the bed and pushes its way through his asshole. He moans again. I push up the amperage. His cock throbs and throbs and throbs as his cock is electrified. One hour under stimulation he releases his second load, almost as copious as the first one.

I'm so hard I could cum without touching myself.

Third and last cycle begins.

I tap a new series of commands and the apple polisher emerges from within the bed, placing itself over his tenderized cock. His balls are now cupped inside an electric cup whose insides have retractile spikes. These, of course, are designed to pierce his balls once and again. Every time the spikes retract into the cup, they also secrete a substance that instantly heals his testes. Then the cup spins, stops, and the spikes once again pierce his testes. I must point out, that the purpose of this device is to increase excitation and provoke a stronger ejaculation, and also that his testes are immediately healed after every piercing. So pain is induced, but he's never injured in any way.

I tap and the polisher starts running, moving up and down his cock. The electric spikecupper runs its cycles, spinning, piercing, retracting, spinning, spiking. I tap new commands and two more tubules bring out two electro clamps, which attach themselves to 00234-C12's cock shaft and glans. Two nipple suckers are also placed, so he can be stimulated in every way. He moans repeatedly, so I move closer to his bedhead to make sure everything's working fine. It is. His expression is one of utter pain and pleasure.

The cycle is coming to an end, so the electro clamps turn into liquid tiny tentacles which strangle 00234-C12's cock as the apple rubs his fraenelum. The spikecupper contracts completely, crushing his pierced balls beyond madness. Donovan's mouth is wide open as he moans. His eyes are tight shut as if in pain. His cock erupts its third load, which travels through the seed collector. Night cycle is over.

I don't know how he's managed all that electro-stimulation, all those artifacts up his ass, the unbearable abuse of his lovely balls and the three huge loads he's given now that his cock has erupted for the third time finishing the third cycle and the night's stimulation.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 2305 hours
File Numbers: 00230-NA13, 00233-R12, 00234-C12, 00240-C13, 00242-B11
Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Hugo Smith, Andreas Rainheart
Proctor 011-Ben's personal log

Just as 00234-C12 delivers his first load, Master Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen again.

"Proctor 011-Ben," he says, "how are you holding up?"

"Well, master, my testes are on fire. I can feel the seed being worked out."

"Good," he says, "are you ready for stage two?"

"At your command, master."

He taps on his console and the vacuum milker is gone. The new artifact for my tonight's milking is much more elaborate and only used in proctors. A tubule emerges from under me and places the spider on my shaft, just between my balls. It starts ticking. I know the spider's timing. Ten, nine, eight seconds. The tubule goes away as the spider's sting pierces my shaft. I moan like there was no tomorrow as the sting travels up my urethra and comes out my pee-hole. As it does, its tip opens as a four spike anchor. Seven, six, five seconds. The spider sprouts its legs, which clamp shut around my cock shaft and strangle. Four, three, two seconds. The anchors' four spikes move down, inserting in four different spots right under my glans. One second, zero. They start the electro stimulation, as they also release the Promisentium, the very potent Ungulian cum preventing chemical.

I click on my console to go over our new Orange acquisition's night cycle. It's gonna be a long night. But fuck I'm gonna give the masters a good load tonight!

Andreas Rainheart's Journal
ORANGE Tag
February 27th 2345
0230 hours

This is, I guess, the weirdest dream I've ever had. I'm leaning on the grass, on a lovely warm sunset. But as the sun goes down, the night gets cold. I am shivering. Then I feel something warm filling me. It starts on my crotch, so I look down and realize I have no pants. But down there, are two strange looking creatures that turn their upper face? And I see bright red eyes shining towards me. They react surprised, as if they didn't expect me to catch them doing stuff on my weenie. They look a bit like armadillos. One of them opens its snout and I realize the only reason why I feel warm in there is because both creatures are licking at my weenie with lusty long warm alien like tongues.

I creep out and decide to stand, but suddenly, tree branches grab my wrists and start going around my arms. I realize I have no shirt now, and the branches go to my nipples. They have thorns, so as they move they make me bleed. My nipples are being bitten on by… little mouths on the branches? I gasp. I wanna run but I can't. Then a worm like animal runs and stands in front of me. Then he moves down and, as the armadillo creatures keep licking at my cock, the worm like creature starts licking at my ass. I feel its tiny little paws trying to go inside my asshole. Then, somehow, the whole worm creature goes inside me and bites at my prostate from within. I cum hard.

It's dark and I can't see a thing. I feel things rubbing through my every body part. Dim light starts coming. As I open my eyes, I'm encased inside a sort of cocoon. There are worms moving about. Then I realize all worms have actually weenieheads on both ends. Then, all weenieheads are rubbing at my every sensitive spot. One is fucking my ass. One I'm sucking at. Two are fucking my ass. I'm sucking at three. Four are up my ass now. I take turns licking at every single weeniehead around me, now I've lost count of how many there are. All of them cum all over me. I'm covered all over. I cum hard.

Then I wake up. The clock in my room says 02:30. My cock is hard and I see a blob of cum oozing down my pee-hole. I'm so horny I start masturbating real hard until I cum ejaculating all over my face. I eat my own cum. My balls hurt, like they have been drained.

What is this place, really?

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 0230 hours
File Numbers: 00230-NA13, 00233-R12, 00234-C12, 00240-C13, 00242-B11
Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Hugo Smith, Andreas Rainheart
Proctor 011-Ben's personal log

Just as 00242-B11 delivers his third load – the boy's reaction to virtual simulations is amazing, giving in to his own pleasures –, Master Bbursl'alte Betax's gorgeous visage is on my screen again.

"Proctor 011-Ben," he says, "I hope those testes are really getting ready for extraction?"

"One more hour to go, master. I think I'm gonna give you a nice load today, sir."

"Good," he says, "Master Ecu'maret prime is ready for second dinner."

"I'm all his, master."

"Good. As protocole dictates, from this point on, I'll stop my monitoring. Have a good harvest, Proctor."

"Thank you, master. I hope I can soon share your leisure time. It's been a while since we communed."

"Oh, I'll see to it, Proctor. Few Goldens enjoy my favors the way you do."

"Sir, nobody knows how to treat a man's balls better than you. I know that."

"Til soon, proctor," he says and he disappears from the screen.

All sexual devices are taken away from my cock. Now on for the real thing.

A sliding door under my chair opens and I see them. Master Ecu'maret Prime's lusty appendages coming my way. Let's monitor our Silver.

Hugo Smith's Journal
SILVER Tag
February 27th 2345
0415 hours

My insides are on fire. Dunno know why, but everything I've been done to tonight have gotten me so horny. My balls hurt, oh, yes they do! Why wouldn't they after so much squeezing and electrifying took place in there. My pee hole hurt as well, like with the doctor.

My Aide slapped my balls real hard, so hard it maked me cum. I never knew I could cum so hard and so many times. What is this place? Don't think it's a shelter no more, I think it's some kind of sexual camp. But, it don't really bother me. It's 4 am and I can't sleep. All I keep on thinking is about them tentacles in the shower this morning. I keep on thinking that my spunk was milked out three times in a row with all sorts of sexual torture devices.

I think this place is a good place to be. Feeded three meals. Given a place to live. Given head and fucked. I didn't know I liked being tortured in my cock and balls. But I do. I like'em balls slapped and tied and electrocuted. I like my cock fucked in the pee-hole and squeezed. I like my ass fucked by them tentacles. It's 4:15 I a.m. and my cock is hard. So I grab it and jerk-off. I cum hard. I try my spunk. I wish them tentacles could fuck me now.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 0415 hours
File Numbers: 00230-NA13, 00233-R12, 00234-C12, 00240-C13, 00242-B11
Subject Names: Randall Chee, Jeremiah Winters, Donovan Warren, Hugo Smith, Andreas Rainheart
Proctor 011-Ben's personal log

00240-C13 delivers his third load. Master Ecu'maret Prime's collector sucks at my cock at an impossible rate. All my newbies will be finishing their cycles within the next twenty minutes, so I should be getting ready for them. The collector, the one single tentacle in charge of the master's feeding approaches my cock. The collector approaches my glans and opens its beautiful mouth. The first of five of the collector's thin straw-like sand-paper-textured appendages – the extractors – savagely enters my urethra. Then the second, then the third, and fourth. All together equal a human finger. Imagine your pee-hole being fucked by a human finger. I feel my cum load cumming. It's running its way through my organ. As the first contraction happens, the collector swallows my glans, squeezing hard on the neck of my cock, as its appendages savagely wait for my seed.

I'm a Golden, an enhanced human male, one who was once a regular seed provider. My enhanced abilities allow me to orgasm for around eighteen minutes now. Giving milk all through the ordeal. And it's only been three minutes now. Perfect timing so I can receive the Aides once they've finished the cycle. I can't think anymore because I'm cumming for the master of masters.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 26th 2345
Time: 0425 hours
File Number: Aide 00100-A18
011-Ben's personal log

Night cycle is over and the Aides to the newbies are coming back to my station. I hadn't had newbies for some time now, and I welcome the diversion. Monitoring their cycles makes me horny as hell and, being a proctor, I do enjoy the benefit of being milked by a hole. I'm glad I don't have to wait for milking cycles as it was when I was an Aide. All the Aides are now handing their equipment and preparing their reports. It's 0300 hours, so their reports will be ready an hour from now.

Aide 00100-A18 approaches me with a troubled face.

"Everything alright, Aide?" I ask him.

"I was wondering if I might have a word with you in private, sir," he says very seriously.

"Please, have a sit," I tell him and then tap a series of commands which close and lock the door, "Go ahead."

"Sir, as you might know, it's been my first night cycle as an Aide…"

"I know, go on."

"Sir, doing what I did, well…"

"Yes…?"

"Sir… um… it's just… well I have this problem…"

He stands up and I can see his huge boner under his Aide's skintight silver suit, which has a huge precum stain all over his crotch. That's not something I would've expected.

"What's the problem there, son?"

"Sir, can I speak candidly, sir?"

"Go ahead, Aide."

"My balls are gonna explode if I don't cum now, sir."

"Well, Aide, there isn't really…" he says, and then tells me, "please. Wait here. I'll see what I can do."

I go out leaving the Aide in my office. There's this special thing for emergency cases, and I hope submaster Rucbla'Sherl Betax can do something for the Aide. His boner did look painful. I put on the headset and tap the special line button. Submaster's Rucbla'Sherl's cavernous voice comes on the other side.

"Yes, proctor?"

"Master," I say respectfully, "I have a case, sir."

"You know this line is for extreme cases, Proctor. Is this such a case?"

"I believe it is, master," I speak submissively."

"Do speak, Proctor."

"There's an Aide under my care sir, 00100-A18…"

"A steward, yes…" the master replies, "what's with him?"

"He performed his first night cycle ever tonight, and he has what seems like a rather painful boner underneath his suit, sir. He has not been assigned to a master sir, and his night cycle under my care is not on for another four days. And he does seem in an urge. He's been an impeccable Aide, sir, and I wouldn't want him to break a rule for the sake of his cumfilled balls."

"You do realize, proctor, that if he's assisted by me, there will be no way back…"

"I know, master."

"Such young humans are not ready for the sight of a master. He could lose it. He could go insane."

"I know, master," I reply honestly, "but I think he'll go equally insane if not allowed to cum tonight."

The line goes silent for some minutes, which seem to become an eternity, and Submaster Rucbla'Sherl speaks again.

"I have consulted with master Ecu'maret Prime and he's granted his permission for me to perform this merciful task. But there are arrangements to be made."

"Yes, master. You command, and I obey."

"Bring Aide 00100-A18 to your personal quarters. There, you'll blindfold him and restrain him. Do explain he's been granted a major favor, and he is not to talk to anyone about it. I'll visit him in your quarters. Because you have brought this case to me, you'll be granted the favor of watching as he's helped. You will have to remain silent as the process takes place, but you will be able to empty your balls if you wish to do so."

"I'm most honored master, but my seed is the community's…."

"And as a representative of the community I shall have it."

"That's very generous, master. As I said, I'm most honored to be granted your favor."

"Aides should be finishing their report," he says, "Send them on their way and proceed to your quarters with Aide 00100-A18."

"I'll do as you command, my Lord."

"Very well. I'll see you shortly."

Line is cut and I go back to my office.

"Please, wait here," I tell 00100-A18.

I unlock the office and go see the other Aides. They're all done with their reports and start piling their pads over the preliminary desk. One by one they leave the room. All of them are now experienced Aides, most of them in a range between 20 and 23 years old. 00100-A18 has just been recently promoted upon his eighteenth birthday. Once the Aides are gone, I go back into the office.

"You have been granted a night's asylum, Aide," I tell him, "I hope you'll keep that in mind and throw a good word or two on my tutelage's behalf."

"I will sir, Thank you sir!" he says excitedly.

"Don't thank me just yet, Aide," I tell him seriously, "what you are about to experience is a very special favor, granted to very few Aides, especially one so young as yourself. This particular favor ceremony will be hosted in my room. And you'll be blindfolded at all times. Is that clear, son?"

"Yes, sir," he responds with a certain blush under his cheeks. I assume he thinks I'm gonna have my way with him.

How little do Aides know about sex with the masters. How little indeed."

Donovan Warren / 00234-C12 (12yo), Randall Chee / 00230-NA13 (13yo), Jeremiah Winters / 00233-R12 (12yo), Hugo Smith / 00240-C13 (13yo), Perry Bixer / 00237-G14 (14yo), Andreas Rainheart / 00242-B11 (11yo), Proctor 011-Ben, Proctor in charge of Night Cycles (28yo)

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 27th 2345
Time: 0120 hours
Master Initiator: Ecu'maret Prime
Aide 00067-R22's Personal log

I'm going insane. I've been confined for what, a month now?

I haven't been milked since and I feel like my balls are about to explode. They feel heavy, so heavy I think they weight triple their normal weight. I'm starving for seed. I think I'm delusional. At night I dream of cocks. I miss the daily ordeals of a Green, such as me. My cock has grown a bit since I first came to the shelter. I think it was 15 cm [6"] back then. Now, when fully engorged, it reaches 18.

What? What am I thinking? Fuck, I need to be fed! I need to be milked. Somebody, please help me. Somebody please have mercy on my soul.

The door to my confinement opens, and Proctor 012-MARS smiles at me. I kneel at his side, inspiring the sweet smell of his crotch. He lets me linger in there, but then he commands.

"Stand up, Aide!"

I do so.

"Sir, please, please!" I say. I'm whimpering.

My body's shaking all over. What is this thing? What's wrong with me? I wanna be filled by cock. I need to be fucked. I need to be fed… Please! Please!

"Aide!" he yells, "Compose yourself! You are to meet master Ecu'maret Prime immediately for your initiation, you wouldn't want him to see you like this!"

I do compose myself. I've heard so many stories about the master and his sexual prowess that I feel my cock come to life. The electric discharge brings it limp again at the pain in my crotch. But I don't care anymore. I'm to meet the master. I'm to be fucked and milked and fed by the master. Isn't that the reason we boys are alive for? To be the master's?

I'm conducted by the proctor to a side of the shelter I've never been to. He shows a door and asks me to step through. I come inside an almost completely dark room. There's a figure in the back.

"Hello, Aide 00067-R22."

"Master Ecu'maret Prime?" I ask, not daring to look his way, it would be horribly disrespectful.

"No," he replies, "I'm submaster Nor'ahd Betax. I'm here to ease you into the master's company. Please, come close."

As I do so, the submaster's shape becomes more illuminated. He seems human, but a glance and I know he's not. Do I really care?

"Look me in the eye!" he says.

I do so. His eyes aren't human at all, they're completely black with no whites whatsoever.

"Are you scared?" he asks, but there's something in his eyes that soothes me.

"No, master," I reply honestly.

He opens his robe and I see something I've never seen before. First, there's a set of three balls – three! – so huge I couldn't dream of them, probably as big as apples, and they hang in a slimy ballsac all the way to his knees. There's no cock to talk of. Really?

"You're wondering where my sexual appendage is, aren't you?"

I nod.

"You are one curious human. That'll come in handy. Would you like to see my sexual appendage?"

I nod again. He sits down again and orders me to kneel. I submissively do.

He orders me to come closer and lick his balls. There's slime there, but I'm so fucking horny I don't even care. As I start licking, I realize the slime is his ball sweat, sweet and sour, so intoxicating that I feel like I'm tasting the smell of five men at the same time.

He brings his hand on to my head and I realize he doesn't have five fingers but three bulbous ones. They're scaly and cold, but they feel good against my head.

"You like my balls, boy?" he asks, his voice seems deeper now.

"Yes, master," I say without stopping my licking.

"Look up…" he says.

As I do so, I notice he's getting sexually aroused. Where his cock should be, there's a slit the size of a mouth oozing a white-yellowish slime. It looks disgusting, but he orders.

"Lick my slit, boy."

I bring my tongue to it, discovering the most delicious liquid I've ever tasted. It's like pre-cum, but a hundred times more potent. I keep on licking there until something shows. It looks like a cock alright, but its head is bulbous, a pee slit twice the size of a human's. The yellowish pre-cum is oozing from there. Once his cock is fully out, I see it's probably around 30-35 cm [12-14"] long, I don't think there's any living human that might have a cock that size. I notice there are some funny knobs all around his shaft. They look like little nipples, but I'm sure that's not what they are. I also notice each one has a slit.

"You like my cock, boy?" he asks in his now cavernous voice.

I'm so hard I think I'm gonna cum without touching myself and I tell him so.

"Don't," he says, "cumming now would only disappoint the master."

I keep on licking at his cock knob until he orders me to start sucking. The thing is huge, but I somehow manage to take it in. I've gone so long without feeding, that I'm sucking cock as if this was the last time I'd do it. The little knobs around his shaft have come to life and I realize they're very long thin tentacles, 'cause they emerge from their captivity and find their way around my body. Two of them go all the way to my nipples and start caressing them. Two more go down my abs and capture my balls, tying them separately, as if they were bondage ropes. They pull my balls down with a strong grip. I'm going insane with desire.

One more goes all the way from my shaft to my glans, circling it and then tightening its grip. I moan with the master's cock all inside my mouth. Another thin tentacle goes around my cock head and then slips through my urethra. I moan deeply.

"Oh, somebody likes being fucked in his pee hole!" he says and then laughs in a cavernous laugh that sends shivers down my spine.

The tentacles in my nipples are done rubbing and they suddenly… start biting on them! That's what I saw, little tiny mouths in each tentacle. As several other tiny tentacles go up my ass, my sucking becomes so fierce the master grabs my head with both his hands. I don't think I've ever been fed this much alien seed, his massive load goes down my throat as so much of it slurps outside my mouth. It must be three or four liters of alien cum. I'm so intoxicated all I want to do is keep sucking at it. But he stops me as his tiny tentacles retract back to his shaft. His apple-sized balls are beating underneath the sac. I feel them do so.

When I stand I look at him. There's nothing human about him, save for the face which remains partially human, probably for my own benefit, There's four arms with bulbous fingers. His torso resembles a larva and his big bulbous cock hangs limp over his huge balls, which hang all the way to the knees of two none human legs that look more like a combination between ostrich paws and horse legs.

"Are you afraid of me, son?" he asks, his voice now completely guttural.

"No, master," I tell him honestly, "I am in love with you, sir."

He laughs his cavernous laugh again and tells me, "Wait til you meet master Ecu'maret Prime. Then you'll know what true love is."

I go insane with lust. If this gorgeous creature says so, I'll only worship Ecu'maret Prime til the end of my days.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 27th 2345
Time: 0440 hours
Special Favor Granted
Aide 00100-A18's personal log

I'm lying naked and blindfolded in Proctor's 011-Ben. I have such a boner that it hurts. I hear a hissing and then a deep masculine voice.

"Remove his suit, Proctor," the voice says.

So, it won't be Proctor 011-Ben who will be assisting my body? I suddenly feel like screaming, but that wouldn't be proper, not after I've been granted this special favor to unload my balls two days before the time comes. I feel my proctor's hard strong hands unzipping my suit. He unzips it completely and lets my torso, abs and genitals exposed. I can feel a sudden gust of warm air. Who's there? Who's gonna milk me?

Then I feel it. A cock approaching my mouth. It leaks a heavenly tasting droplet of cum. I've never tried such flavor! Then he commands me to open my mouth and I comply instantly. The cock goes inside my mouth and only then I realize it's not a cock… A tentacle? What kind of a creature is this? I panic, but there's nothing I can do, that huge tentacle cock is face-fucking me real hard. Then, there's a tongue in my right nipple. Fuck! That's some licking! I very soon forget that what's facefucking me cannot be human, and let the cock go in and out at its leisure. That tongue is most definitely driving me crazy in the nipple. Then I realize it's two tongues in my nipple, very human-like tongues but a tad harsher in texture. Then, there's two other tongues in my other nipple.

Another tentacle cock approaches my face and both tentacle appendages take turns fucking my, now, eager mouth. My suit is ripped apart from underneath and there's a tongue rimming my ass. No, two tongues. Wait… three? I can still not decide how many tongues are rimming me, when I feel another good number of tongues licking at my cock. I start moaning even when I have two big tentacle cocks face-fucking me. I can't take it. Suddenly the dynamics change. A big tentacle cock pushes inside my ass. I groan, for I cannot scream as full as I am on the upper end. The tongues continue to bathe my cock as the huge tentacle is finally fucking me savagely.

Suddenly, a viscous liquid falls over my balls. It burns, fuck it burns! Help me! Proctor help me! But I can't scream. The burning sensation is wiped away as the tongues bathe my balls clean. And when it's fading away, a new load is thrown all over my balls burning them again. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I can't think anymore. My balls are in such a pain but my cock is rock-hard. I think this… whatever it is, understands the dynamics of sex, pain and pleasure in a way I can't understand.

Something swallows my cock. It's like a cocoon wrapping my cock. It's warm and slimy. There's… Wait! Two tentacles up my ass? I panic, but there's nothing I can do. I'm stuffed with two tentacle cocks in both my ends. My balls burn and are licked and then burnt, and then licked again. My cock is so hard I think I'm gonna go crazy. Then something else happens. The cocoon starts moving, like expanding and contracting, creating a vaccum suction on my cock. Fuck! This is heaven!

I haven't finished thinking the sentence when something emerging from the cocoon that encases my cock goes inside my pee hole.

Fuck! This is crazy! Fuck, what is this creature! Please, Proctor, help me! The tubule inside my cock expands and contracts as does the cocoon. When the cocoon expands, the tubule goes partially out and thins. When the cocoon contracts, the tubule goes deeper inside my urethra and expands so much I feel it's going to rip my cock open. Then the tentacles up my mouth stiffen, and there's an obscene amount of cum being shot inside my mouth. Then the other does the proper. Fuck! What kind of a creature can cum like that? I'm filled with that cum, when the tentacles fucking my ass both erupt at the same time. I'm assuming there's an equal amount of cum, for I feel it run all the way through my intestines and I swear I feel it come all the way to my stomach. I'm so glad it's finally cum, so I'll be allowed to do the proper. But before I finish the thougth, a new set of tentacle cocks fill my ass and mouth again.

How long is this gonna be? I start regretting the fact that I ask to be milked. Why did I do that in the first place? I don't know. But I think something is happening for I start feeling like I want more. Do I? Do I want more of this?

Did you think it would be your Proctor assisting you in cumming if you came to him?

Wait, that's not me!

You're right, Aide, that's not you, that's me, the one fucking your brains out.

Please, stop, sir, please! I will never ask for anything again!

It's late for that, Aide. You wanted to be milked, so you will be. But you do have to help me satisfy my needs as well. Tell me, don't you like everything I've subjected you to? No… no I… Oh but you do! Feel your own cock going harder and harder the more I torment you. Your balls are burnt red and your urethra has been madly abused… and your cock is way harder than it was when we started. You will enjoy all my favor.

Master, you're… you're right…

There's no voice in my mind and even when I keep on pleading, he, whoever he is, whatever he is, won't stop. I'm fucked and tortured for hours. I don't know how many hours, but I've already unloaded thrice. All my insides are covered with his cum. I love this, I love this pain, I love everything he's subjecting me too. I can't thin anymore, it's as if I'm this giant cock and balls. It's as if the rest of my body doesn't exist anymore but my genitals. I explode for a fourth time. And then I fall unconscious.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 27th 2345
Time: 0510 hours
File Number: Aide 00100-A18
011-Ben's personal log

Submaster Rucbla'Sherl is one merciful creature. As he fucks and milks Aide 00100-A18, one of his tentacle mouths has been sucking my cock. First it was me jerking. But the sight of my young Aide being abused by the submaster was way too much for me to handle. Rucbla'Sherl is so merciful he started helping me do my milking. I love his tentacle mouths, the way they can envelope your cock and expand and contract to make the milking a most satisfying experience. 00100-A18 thrashes about, as if he wants to get away from the submaster's grip. But it's late for that. He asked for a special favor and the favor has been granted.

I look at submaster Rucbla'Sherl with such a hunger that he immediately knows what I want. One of his cock tentacles comes wrapping itself around my neck and finding its way to my mouth. He's not vicious with me, he lets me lick and suck on his appendage at my own leisure. I know I don't have to talk to him, he's one of the few submasters that can communicate telepathically with humans. So I spread my legs open wide and ask with my thoughts. Master, would you favor my hungry ass?

I don't have to ask twice. Another tentacle cock comes my way and starts fucking my ass. I suck savagely at the cock in my mouth as the one in my rear end thrusts deeper and deeper. He regales me with one more tentacle cock for my mouth and another one for my ass. So I'm sucking on two lovely gorgeous looking tentacle cocks as two more fuck me deep in the ass. Aide 00100-A18 goes limp the very minute my nuts release my load inside the master's enveloping warm mouth. His four tentacle cocks regale me with huge amounts of his lovely master cum. Submaster Rucbla'Sherl is one merciful and lovely creature. Such a shame an Aide cannot truly understand communion with the masters.

Deadland Earth Shelter 01X2-OMICRON
Human Date: February 27th 2345
Time: 0100 hours
001-Ron's personal log

Through the sliding door, Master Ecu'maret Prime has taken me to his own chambers, located under the training wing. His lusty sexual appendages are doing me all over. There's no other master in the shelter with so many sexual appendages of so varied shapes, sizes, purposes and natures. I heard the master will be initiating two new proctors tonight, so it's no wonder he wants to have one last 'snack' before going through it. I was the first human to have communed with the masters. I was taken from earth, abducted, before colonization took place. I was their first seed provider. I was the first Golden of the order. When I was first taken, at age seventeen, I was a well-endowed bastard, 23 cm [9"] of thick lusty meat with a pair of nice low hangers, which made me the envy of my pals. I was a pussy lover. I had all the women I could have desired. And then I was abducted. And tested, and probed. And I became their first human lover.

I'm 1.92 mt [6'3"] tall. I'm heavily built. Bulky on top, fat underneath. I'm now the only proctor who does not proctor anymore. I'm the masters' pet. I commune with each one of them. I'm about to be 33 years old and I have communed with all ten submasters and with The one master, Ecu'maret Prime. Sixteen years at their service, helping them develop the Unguli-Human order has changed me like it changes all Goldens. My cock is now 27 cm [11"] long, 20 cm [8"] in girth. My knob mushroom sized glans has become soft and sensitive, so sensitive I can no longer have sex with humans, for their simple touch makes me cum. The masters saliva, however, has several chemicals which enhance my sexual performance while at the same time prevent me from cumming for long periods of time. My ejaculation load is usually around 300 ml per cumload. There has never been another Golden like me. My balls, oh, how I love my balls! Now hang halfway through my thighs and each of them is the size of a ripe lemon. Maste Ecu'maret Prime says I'm his favorite and always will be.

There's four veiny red and slimy tentacles – the feeders – with huge knob shaped purple glans and pearl like insertions all over hovering over my mouth so I can service them. There's two bitters, the thin worm-like tentacles biting at my nipples. They bite so hard I feel them sucking blood out of them. It's pure ecstasy.

There's three eaters, the master's mouth tentacles, long and rough all over, green and veiny. They are working out my cock and balls driving me insane with pleasure, for their saliva is both an erection enhancer, a sensitizer and it's hot. The only way I can explain how It feels, is thinking of hot acid wax being poured all over your genitals as you're sucked. I can also feel some bitters drinking blood from different spots in my balls, glans and corpora cavernosa.

"Master?" I ask him, "Would it be too much to ask for the pleasure of looking upon you?"

"Only if that's what you really want, Ron." His deep cavernous baritone none human voice replies. I'm the only human subject he calls by his human name.

"It is, my lord."

Lights are brought upon us. He is so beautiful I cannot even begin to describe him. After so long communing with humans, his face has been shaped like one, save for the eyes, which are full black. His torso is one beautiful blue wonder with so many nipples you wouldn't know where to begin sucking. He has two strong looking arms with bulbous fingers, each one the size of an average cock. And he does know how to finger a hungry ass. His breath is so intoxicating I went into full seedoxication the first time he kissed me. But the best part of it is his one cock.

It first comes to my face, and rubs its slimy purplish white surface all over my face, its red and purple net of veins beating as his pre-seminal fluid bathes me all over. Its head, unlike a human´s cock, is shaped as an arrow, with a tiny mounticle on top which has his pee slit. The glans is the size of a human fist, then it goes from thick to thin on its way down, then thicker in its bulbous glans, whose veiny surface exhudes the most delicious of substances. Then there's his prepucial ring, and then the rest of its rough surfaced shaft, which is crowned under by the three cantaloupe sized testicles. His full cock is sized as a horse's. Not everyone's ass is built for a cock like that.

Mine is.

And it's hungry for him.

"Are you ready for it, Ron?"

"Yes, master," I say devotedly, "please, take me. I can no longer wait for the pleasure of being yours!"

The six openers, hot-dog sized slimy veiny tentacles up my ass have prepared me for the ultimate pleasure, so they move aside as the master's real cock approaches. The glans slides in with such ease I feel amazed at it. The bitters are going harder at my nipples, cock and balls. He pushes in. His cock is almost all the way through its bulbous glans. The feeders are now taking fast turns at fucking my mouth. The master's all ten feeders await impatiently for a taste of my mouth. I jerk some of them with my hands while they wait for my mouth. He pushes in more, his bulbous glans goes inside me and I deeply moan. He pulls out and thrusts in. Pulls out and thrusts in.

I'm so horny and I'm really close now.

"Ready now, Ron?" he asks.

"Yes, master!" I say.

The collector, the one single tentacle in charge of the master's feeding approaches my cock and the eater withdraws. The collector approaches my glans and opens its beautiful mouth. All five extractors savagely enter my urethra. All together equal a human finger. Imagine your pee-hole being fucked by a human finger. I feel my cumload coming. It's running its way through my organ. As the first contraction happens, the collector swallows my glans, squeezing hard on the neck of my cock, as its appendages savagely wait for my seed.

As I start spurting my spunk, he does too. I feel my insides being shot his hot load inside me, as his feeders ejaculate all over my face and torso and hands. I suck savagely at all of them, I do not want to waste any ml of the master's precious seed. His cum load up my ass has erupted so savagely, that I feel how its trespassed, finding his way through my intestines, forcing the valves in my stomach open, pushing its way up, and erupting all through my mouth. I am so far through seedoxication I feel limp and exhausted. But I'm a Golden, an enhanced human male, one who was one a regular seed provider. My enhanced abilities allow me to orgasm for around eighteen minutes now. Giving milk all through the ordeal. And it's only been three minutes now.

The master is pleased at the amount of milk I'm giving for his morning meal. He brings me closer and kisses me in the lips, his long tongue exploring all the way to my throat, feeding him his own seed. I give in to full seedoxication. On my minute nine of orgasm I fall unconscious. See, no human male can go beyond minute nine of orgasm without falling unconscious. But the masters do not mind. I might be gone now, but my 27 cm [11"] abnormally long cock will continue to ejaculate for fourteen minutes now, feeding my beloved master my human seed. I can't think, I've fallen now.

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