Getting oriented and getting off

Jimmy stumbled out into the lobby, a dark stain of pre-cum forming halfway down the leg of his stretched-out pants. The rest of the Millers were all sitting on a long couch, and a young ginger woman was handing them pamphlets.

"The rules are all there on the second page in case you forget," the secretary said cheerfully. "Next we'll need to get you some OZIDs, but your Alpha will have to--Oh, and there he is!"

"H-hey guys," Jimmy mumbled, standing awkwardly by the front desk. "So... I guess I'm in charge of this vacation, huh?"

His family nodded, all looking a bit shaken.

"You sure are, big guy," the secretary tittered, "and you're just in time to make it official." With that she took a box out from behind her desk. It was full of badges, necklaces, and collars, all of which were either blue or pink.

"These are OZIDs... Or they will be, once I scan them through to add your details." She pulled out a few to show off. "Blue for Alphas, Pink for Betas. Locals don't wear an ID, of course. Now, Mr. Miller, you have a decision to make!"

Francis began to stand, then fell back into his seat when he realized the woman was talking to Jimmy.

"Clip-on badge, necklace pendant, or collar? You'll need to choose for all four of you."

"I... Wow, this is a lot. I think I need a minute," Jimmy said. "Can I decide later?"

"Sure, we can do this part last," the secretary said, smiling kindly. "I still need to tell you about lodging options, and give you your complementary medication."

"Wait, 'lodging options?' I thought the package included a hotel," Francis piped up.

"Of course! There are plenty of wonderful places to stay on Resort Row... If that's what Mr. Miller wants. Hotels aren't the most popular option, these days."

"What is?"

"Most guests choose to partake in some home invasion," she replied matter-of-factly. "A different family every night, unless your Alpha grows attached to one. It's a great way to save money while seeing more of the city!"

"Uh... I'll think about it. Guess we don't have to decide until tonight," Jimmy said. "Also, you mentioned ****?"

"You're already quite familiar with those," the woman giggled, nodding toward Jimmy's crotch. "SpermiZan is our most popular option, and it seems your parents were kind enough to give you a head start."

"Wait, people take this shit on purpose? It's been pure ****!"

"What do you mean? Didn't it make the drive more fun?" The young woman looked genuinely confused. Then her gaze turned to Audrey and Emily, taking in their composed appearance and barely-cum-stained outfits. "...Wait. Did you not--"

"Not yet," Jimmy growled, pushing his pants to the floor. "I didn't know I could. Mom?"

"Ah..." Audrey gasped as her son's massively-swollen cock sprung free, bobbing up and down. "Y-yes?"

"This is your fault, and apparently it's your responsibility... Which you've been neglecting. Thanks to you and Dad, my nuts hurt like hell. Come massage them."

"Jimmy, I'm sorry, I--"

"I forgive you, j-just hurry up," Jimmy said nervously, his still-growing erection twitching. "Just hurry up... You too, Sis."

"Wha--" Emily stopped short, collecting her thoughts. "...Don't tell me you expect that thing to fit in my mouth. That's just impossible."

"No, you're right. Just help Mom with my balls. Miss?"

"Yes, Mr. Miller?" The secretary perked up, then did something that surprised everyone else: she licked her lips.

"Blow me."

Ten seconds later, Francis was the only idle person in the room. His wife and daughter were kneeling on the floor, each suckling on a massive testicle. The cheery secretary was just behind them, slowly trying to fit more and more of Jimmy's erection into her mouth. Soon her lipstick was smeared halfway up his shaft, and she made it a little farther with each lunging, gagging attempt.

"Fuuuck," Jimmy moaned, as his genitals finally got the treatment they had been aching for. "Deeper. MORE."

"Gch." The secretary managed a small nod, reaching around Emily and Audrey to grab Jimmy's hips. She pulled herself down even farther, filling her throat with Jimmy's meat. "...Guugh..."

Before long, Jimmy was pumping another huge load directly into the determined young woman's stomach. His mother and sister kept his balls in their mouths all the while, stimulating him further through every twitch and spasm.

"Th-that... That felt good," Jimmy said, leaning back against the wall as the three women panted at his feet. His mother and sister had a thin layer of drool covering their lips and chins, while the secretary was still gulping down Jimmy's sperm.

"Mmm... That was a lot," she said after a moment, standing up and licking her lips once more. "Pity we didn't collect it. Still, I heard you going at it with our Extraction Expert earlier... Judging by how much you produced just now, we should be able to send you away with plenty of spending money for your visit."

Jimmy nodded. "And more ****, right?"

The secretary giggled. "I take it you've changed your mind about them?"

"Definitely."

"Glad to hear it!" She sat back down at her desk, took out a large canvas bag, and began filling it with goodies. First she put in a few bottles of pills, then checked her computer before adding a thick wad of cash tied with an elastic band. Finally, she offered Jimmy the box of OZIDs.

"Uh, right. I don't know how much clothing we'll be wearing, so better skip the badges," Jimmy began. "I'll take a pendant, and some collars for my family--I mean, my Betas."

Francis opened his mouth to protest, but then he glanced down at the pamphlet he was holding. These are the rules, he reminded himself. I guess I'm wearing a collar this week... Shit.

And so the Miller family left the fertility center, several hundred dollars richer and sporting their brand new accessories: a small blue pendant for Jimmy, and three matching pink collars for his ****-but-accepting family.