Yes.

Zac was lying in the bed, trying to ignore his fear and arousal, when he heard the knock. He'd barely lifted himself into a seating position before the pounding intensified and he heard a shout. He rushed to the door. As he opened it, two rather muscular men in white rubber lab coats entered the room. They were each wearing a mask that covered the lower half of their face and a visor which covered, but did not hide, their eyes.

"Come on, we're late," the larger of the two barked at Zac in a deep and gravelly voice, grabbing his right wrist with his gloved hand. Zac instinctively recoiled.

"Who are you?" Zac chirped.

"We're your handlers. Now get a move on. We're late," he replied.

The shorter man grabbed Zac's other wrist.

"What? Late for what? What's the rush?" Zac asked as the much larger men roughly escorted him by his wrists out into the hallway.

"Have you been taking the pills?" the larger man asked.

"Pills?" Zac asked. The men stopped.

"The ones you're supposed to take every morning and evening," he replied.

"No one told me about any pills."

The larger man grabbed Zac by the throat. "Don't make me Scenario 1 your ass."

"Wait, wait. Hold up, Red. This is his first visit. He just signed up a week ago," the shorter man said, holding out a clipboard to the larger one, "You didn't get to read his charts today." His voice was smoother than Red's but still very masculine.

Red released his grip. "Oh. We'll do the shots then," he snarled.

Zac almost questioned this remark, but decided to keep his mouth shut because he was at least 100 lbs overpowered and Red clearly wasn't in the mood to give answers. The group continued walking until they reached a locked room labelled "Milking Chamber 2."

The shorter man waved his ID card across the scanner. Zac caught a glimpse of his name: Calvin Ge-something.

Zac entered the room with a rough shove from Red, and before him was a sight he could only describe as a mad scientist's dream lab. There were polished steel and chrome devices, machinery, and furniture of all types spread out throughout the warehouse-looking area.

Calvin quickly moved toward a computer to the right of the door and sat down. He pressed a button and a series of screens lit up around the room, showing nothing of discernible value, at least to Zac.

Zac turned to Red, who was grabbing something out of a supply closet. "What's all this for?" he asked, "Don't I just need to, you know, crank one out and leave?" He was stroking the air like it was his penis.

The larger man turned to face Zac, brandishing a syringe filled with a cloudy-white liquid, "Not even close. Now come here."

Zac backed a step away. "Oh, yeah. I wanted to ask," he choked on his words, taking another step away as Red approached, "about that. Why do I need a shot?"

"Increases libido and sperm output. Now get over here so we can get this started. We're already behind schedule," he replied, frustration growing in his voice.

"What's wrong with my libido and sperm count?" Zac asked, continually backing off as Red approached.

"Come here now and take the fucking shot or I swear to God I'll make you regret it." Red stopped moving - an obvious attempt to assert his dominance in the situation.

Zac started for the door, but felt someone grab his wrist.

"For fuck's sake, kid. Take the shot already," Calvin groaned, overpowering Zac with ease and dragging him to Red, who promptly emptied the syringe into his neck.

Zac blacked out for a moment and awakened seated on a brown leather sofa. His hands were bound behind his back and his chastity belt had been removed. His impressive 8" dick was turgid, thin strands of precum forming a web between his wet cock and the cushion. Zac watched a small droplet slip out of his urethra.

"Man, that stuff works wonders, huh?"

Zac flinched. He hadn't realized that Calvin was in front of him - his eyes had moved directly to his straining rod. Calvin bent down into a squat and ran the index finger of his now-lubed rubber glove from Zac's aching balls all the way up to his frenulum, and then began slowly twirling his thumb around his glans, making Zac shudder with arousal.

"So, as you've probably noticed, we take our milkings very seriously," he stood back up, "We want to get as much sperm from your bloated sack as possible, and we have two days to do so."

"You're... going to jerk me off over and over?" Zac asked, sheepishly. The prospect was not altogether unpleasant. Although he couldn't see much of the man under his lab gear, he felt a strong attraction to Calvin. Zac just wished he'd had some warning that today was the day he'd be losing his virginity.

"No, no. Well, maybe one or two. Mostly, We'll be using our machines to mechanically optimize your ejaculation frequency and quantity. We have about a day and a half now, because Red was late this morning, but..." his voice trailed off for a moment, "...the last few hours, our subjects usually end up shooting blanks until they beg to go back into the belt, so I'm sure you won't mind skipping most of that."

Zac had heard of dry orgasms but never experienced one. "W-why would you do that?"

Red interjected, approaching the couch from the computer system Zac hadn't noticed he was using, "First, because we have a company policy that you're not considered drained until you've shot at least three blanks," he brushed his gloved-hand through Zac's hair, "and second, because it's fun to watch you beg." He slapped Zac across the face, stinging for just a moment, and walked back to the computer.

In spite of his mask, Zac could see Calvin's smirk in his eyes. He realized in that moment that Calvin might not be the 'good cop' that he'd assumed.

Calvin bent back down to Zac's level. "We've got a few fun toys to play with. Since it's your first time here, I'll let you pick." He paused, then shouted: "Red! Bring up the..." another pause, while he making up his mind, "...Penetrator, Zapper, and VBox."

Three of the screens hanging above the computer lit up, each showed an image of a machine followed by its name.

The first screen, labelled 'Penetrator,' showed what appeared to by a gynecological chair with a large black box. The second, 'Zapper,' was a cross-shaped device with arm and leg binders and a control panel of some sort. The third, the 'VBox,' was a white pill-shaped item.

"What do they do?" Zac asked.

"It's more fun if I don't tell you and you use your first impressions," Calvin replied.