65 - The Sperm Donor

"I know a tale of a very different kind of captive," Asenath said, as she picked up the nearest candle. All the ones near her were gone, so that the darkness hung about her like a cloak. "Although the outcome was quite different. I call it

THE SPERM DONOR

The Wolff Sperm Bank opened in Dagon's Hollow the 1980s. The town wasn't big enough for a general hospital, but the university attracted a number of specialty clinics, including reproductive health. The birthing center replaced midwives. Planned Parenthood provided essential testing and abortion services. The sperm bank was designed to answer to the needs of couples—or single women—who desired in vitro fertilization, or even storing sperm, eggs, or embryos against future need.

Ramses Thothson handed his paperwork over to the receptionist. Scholarship boy. Tall, dusky-skinned, with dark hair and dark eyes. A second son, a scholarship student. Bright, athletic, young; clean-living, and achingly poor. Exactly the kind of donor they were looking for.

"Won't you please come into the collection room?" A nurse said, a minute later. A redhead with a scatter of freckles across her cheeks, and vivid green eyes. Her name tag said VIVIAN.

Ramses smiled at the unintended double entendre. Heart hammering as she led him into the back.

The room was clean, everything a smooth, pale beige plastic, shelves built into the wall. There was a chair in the middle of the room, a hole in the center of the seat, and a projector that hung above it. The far end of the wall, Ramses realized, was a screen.

"Have you donated before?" she asked.

"Uh...no," he said.

"We like to collect samples with a minimum of manual interference. Normal masturbation provides too much chance of contamination. So I'll need you to disrobe. Place your clothes on the shelf, then sit in the chair," Vivian said. "I'll attach the pump, and then all you have to do is sit back and watch the show."

She snapped on a pair of surgical gloves. Not without embarrassment, Ramses undressed. It was the first time he'd gotten naked in front of a woman, and he was glad that she faced away from him. As he settled his bare ass into the cushioned chair, his arms on the arms of the chair, his feet in a pair of stirrups. With an utterly neutral expression on her face, Vivan wiped his prick down, already half-swollen with arousal at her appearance. She fastened the end of a tube on his prick, a small inner tube sliding into his urethra. There was something like a safety belt on the chair, and she cinched it tight across his waist, so that the tube couldn't move.

"All good? Not too tight?" she said.

"Fine," Ramses said.

"Good. You see these velcro straps here? I'm going to use them to secure your arms and legs. Just to keep you from wiggling. The video lasts for an hour, so you won't be able to move for that time. Is that okay?"

"I wish you had told me before," he said. "Is that really necessary?"

"Clinic rules. We find it maximizes output. And the more we collect, the more you get paid," Vivian said.

"Okay," Ramses said.

Thick straps were wrapped around his forearms and shins. Instinctively, Ramses tried to move, but he didn't really have leverage. A tickle of anxiety crept into his consciousness. The thought that this was wrong.

"There! All done," Vivian smiled at him. She reached down, and her gloved hand gently caressed his balls. "Maybe later, I'll milk you myself."

She blew him a kiss, and with the warm touch of her fingers on his testes still fresh, she left the room. The overhead lights winked out.

Then the projection began.

Ramses had thought he'd seen porn before. This was something different. A constant cutshow of explicit scenes, flashing hard. Ten seconds of a woman's ass being split open by two cocks that faded into five seconds of a woman sucking a cock. Then a man. Hot wax dribbling on pale breasts. A woman with a swollen pregnant stomach riding a hard cock. Moans and voices, unsynced to the video, played from hidden speakers in a soft cacophany of sex.

"What the fuck?" Ramses said to himself, and then he was aware of it. A soft suction on his dick, and his prick slowly growing hard. Hidden motors in the chair hummed, vibrating, massaging his muscles. His anxiety spiked, and he tried to stand, but the straps held. Then he **** himself to relax. This is what he signed up for.

Time lost meaning. The film cycled through a thousand kinks. His cock throbbed. When it got too intense he closed his eyes, but the afterimages remained. Some of it was gay porn. Or women with cocks. Pregnant women. Black, asian, Latino, white...there was spanking and whipping, dildos and vibrator wands. Some of the porn was grainy, black-and-white, stag-film stuff. Others were sharp, high definition. Occasionally, there was medical footage cut in, signs of microscopic sperm, penetrating eggs, women getting inseminated by syringe. The pressure behind his dick grew and grew. Ramses **** his eyes open. **** himself to watch.

When he finally exploded, it was a release. His flexed his abs and squeezed with his inner muscles, trying to unleash every last sperm into the tube. Ready for this to end.

Only it didn't end.

Instead, the soft hiss of gas flooding the room. His vision tunneled. Head hung forward, suddenly unable to keep his eyes open.

When Ramses awoke, he was still in the chair. Yet something was different now.

Straps held his head against the headrest. He couldn't blink. Small metal clips held his eyes open. There was something in his ass. A tube that snaked through his nose and down his throat, another in his mouth. Vivian was there, wiping him down with a wet pad. She gave him a smile when she noticed his eyes tracking him.

"Awake? That's good. You've got a busy day ahead. Mother thinks you're too good to let go," Vivian said. She tapped his tubes: "Intubation. You'll get all the food and water you need to make lots of healthy sperm. When you need to go, just go. I'll be back in after your morning session to put in your eyedrops."

Vivian flashed him a smile, strange and terrible. She reached down and touched his balls again, then laid a hand on her abdomen. "You know, you were so cute when you were getting undressed. Soon, it'll be my turn. I wonder if our babies will be cute too."

Then he was left again. Alone in the dark. Ramsey strained against the straps, as the movie started. He tried to move his head, to blink, to scream, to do anything. Instead, he felt the chair begin to vibrate. On the screen, the endless parade of erotic images. His traitorous dick began to grow hard.

His life as a human being was at an end. His life as a sperm donor had just begun.

Asenath sighed. "Poor Ramses. He never imagined how virile he truly was."

So saying, she blew out the candle.