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[This post is pure fantasy and all imaginary individuals are 18 years of age or older. If you like it, I’d love to hear from you.]

I woke up this morning after the most intense wet dream of my life. I was coated in a flood of cum - so much so that I had to strip my sheets and shower afterward. Here’s how the dream went:

In the last few years, a growing number of aspiring athletes have been purchasing the precum of elite athletes in the hope that consuming it will transfer pro-level benefits to the buyer. Allegedly, ingesting precum boosts testosterone, helps build muscle mass, increases stamina, and is an overall mood booster.

A friend of a friend named Dave said he had a laboratory that handled these extractions and he was explaining how lucrative it was. Buyers were paying $30k for 450mL, which is crazy..

The participants were primarily current olympic, college, and professional athletes. Some, like the olympians, did it for the money since they could often earn more from donating their bodily fluids than from their day jobs, winning medals, or OnlyFans - plus it was insanely pleasurable. Some pros did it just for fun.

When I arrived at the lab, it was similar to a sperm bank from the outside: a clean waiting room, friendly staff, and so on. We met in the front and he explained how the process works:

First, the athlete preps for their session for 8 weeks. They have a strict diet, take supplements like Pygeum bark extract and sunflower lecithin, hydrate, get great sleep, and refrain from ejaculating. 30 minutes before their appointment, they pee and immediately drink a liter of water which helps boost production. They’re given 60 mg of Cialis so they can last the full session, which usually takes about an hour.

The athletes enter the extraction room where they disrobe and recline face-forward on what looks like a massage chair that you might find at an airport. The temp in the room is warm - about 80 degrees F.

The main tools for the job are an anal probe and an extraction sleeve. The probe is especially designed to record and reproduce personalized vibrations and electric pulses to stimulate the prostate into releasing the maximum amount of precum possible. The probe has sensors that read the exact timing of the athlete’s body’s internal contractions at the height of arousal. Once the probe has the athlete’s exact prostate sequence, it mimics the pattern over and over again - preventing the athlete’s body from stopping precum production.

It takes about five minutes for the probe to capture the sequence, and then a green light signals that the process is ready to begin.


Before the probe light turns green, the athlete is given a rubber bit to clamp down on, much like a horse. Once the process starts, the anal orgasms can be so intense that the jock bites down on the bit and sometimes starts drooling (this is totally normal). His arms and legs are comfortably restrained.

When the light turns green, the jock’s back muscles contract like he’s doing a lat pull-down, his abs tighten like he’s in a crunch, and his hips thrust forward - pushing his cock further into the extraction sleeve. The vibrations and electric pulses start, causing a “flow” sequence where his asshole contracts around the probe as if to pull it deep inside him. This pull is followed by pulses that work the prostate in the exact way his and only his body would want. Then his PC muscles contract causing the prostate to release a flood of precum toward his fat cock. His pulsing taint muscles tighten, firing a torrent of precum into the sleeve and later the collection receptacle.

Dave offered to take me inside to watch a few live extractions. The first athlete was a ripped gymnast who was about to get started. He had just been lubed up and the probe was trying to find his sequence. You could see that the gymnast was getting turned on: he was sweating, biting on the bit, and his whole body was contorting in pleasure. “Watch his taint when the light turns on.” And sure enough - just as he said - you could see every muscle in the gymnast’s massive back tense up. His abs flexed intensely and he shoved his 8” cock deeper in the sleeve. The bit muffled the sounds of pleasure as his body trembled. Every 10 seconds, his taint spasmed and a huge rope of precum flowed into the receptacle.

Dave said, “it’s crazy to me how these guys are pure muscle everywhere: even their taints are incredibly strong. Look - his taint is in overdrive, trying to push every ounce of precum out of his body - and the probe won’t allow him to stop.

“An average guy produces around 5mL of cum in a typical cum load, plus or minus. Through this process, we can extract 150 mL of pure precum in a session, and we can do 3 sessions per athlete per day. 450 mL is about 2 cups for those who are counting. Then they have to wait another 8 weeks before the next session.”

“Let’s keep going. Some guys are just built different –” as we walked to the next room. “Alex here plays water polo. He’s 6’4”, 260 lbs., so we call him and athletes like him ‘bulls’. A bull can produce almost 600mL a day, so we try to recruit as many as we can. Football players, track and field stars, rugby studs - any big boys we can find.”

Alex’s light turned green and we watched with awe as he bucked. His flow looked almost like piss, but it came in thick, clear, viscous pulses instead of flowing continuously. “Alex will earn about $10k from this sample. Look at his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back. Check out his 10.5” cock throbbing in the sleeve. His dick is so swollen that his slit is wide open, trying to let it all out. His huge balls keep pumping as hard as they can. He’s a fucking specimen.”

“We have to stop at about 150 mL so they have time to recover. I’d show you more but we have to stop for today - unless you want to give it a try.”

I opened my eyes and rolled over in my bed, absolutely covered in cum. It wasn’t 200 mL, but it was a flood for sure.
 
Dave’s words lingered in the air as you stood there, watching Alex’s massive body tremble and his flow finally taper off. You couldn't believe how intense the extraction process looked—every single muscle in his body was engaged, not just the obvious ones. The idea of what was being harvested, the sheer value of it, made your mind race. The fact that buyers were willing to pay thousands for something so primal, something that was at once sexual and athletic, had you fascinated.

You hesitated, your curiosity battling with your nerves. Dave chuckled, sensing your indecision. “It’s not for everyone, but let me tell you—those who try it never go back. The feeling is… well, it’s unlike anything else. And you’d be helping a lot of people reach their athletic peak.”

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve seen it happen. Regular guys, even semi-pro athletes, consume just a few milliliters of this stuff, and their workouts explode. They gain muscle faster, their stamina goes through the roof, and the mental clarity… it’s addictive.”

You glanced back at Alex, his enormous chest rising and falling as the extraction sleeve was carefully removed from his still-engorged cock. His eyes were glazed over, but the expression on his face wasn’t one of discomfort. If anything, it was bliss.

The lab techs efficiently wiped him down, detached the collection receptacle, and escorted him out. You watched as the clear, syrupy liquid was carefully labeled and stored away. “So… how would it work?” you finally asked.

Dave’s grin widened. “I had a feeling you’d come around. Follow me.”

He led you down a side hallway, away from the extraction rooms and toward what looked like a more private area. This room wasn’t as clinical as the others. The lighting was dimmer, more relaxing. The chair in the middle looked less like the cold, sterile furniture from the previous rooms and more like a high-end massage chair. “This is where we prep newcomers or… let’s say, curious parties like yourself.”

He motioned for you to sit down. You did so, the chair instantly adjusting to your body with a comforting hum. “We don’t do the full-on athlete extraction for first-timers. Your body needs to be ready for that kind of intensity. But we can give you a taste of what they experience.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest now, but the excitement was undeniable. You were already committed to going through with it. Dave handed you a rubber bit, just like the athletes used. “Trust me, you’re going to want this.”

Once you clamped down on the bit, the process began. A lab tech entered the room and approached with the specialized probe, which, despite your anxiety, looked sleek and non-threatening. He applied warm lube, explaining everything calmly. “Just relax and let the machine take care of you. It’s all automated, and the feedback sensors will adjust the intensity based on your body’s reactions.”

When the probe was finally inserted, there was a moment of silence. Then, you felt it. A gentle hum, a vibration that began deep within, almost like a teasing flutter that radiated outward. It wasn’t just pleasurable—it was intense. More than you’d ever expected.

As the probe adjusted to your body’s natural contractions, you felt your muscles tense and relax involuntarily. The sensations grew stronger with each pulse. Soon, it was as if your body had a mind of its own, arching and clenching in response to the probe's rhythm. You could feel your precum starting to flow, a hot, thick sensation that traveled through your cock. The extraction sleeve wrapped around you, warm and slick, amplifying every surge.

Your legs trembled as the pleasure spiked, and before you knew it, your body was on autopilot. Every nerve was alive, every muscle in your body felt engaged. Your abs contracted, your back arched, and your hips thrust into the sleeve. You bit down hard on the rubber bit, stifling the moans that wanted to escape. The room was spinning in the haze of euphoria.

The probe worked its magic on your prostate, finding your body's perfect rhythm, prolonging the pleasure far beyond what you’d ever experienced. The sensations kept building, wave after wave, until you were completely at its mercy. You could feel the flow—your precum—being drawn out in steady, powerful pulses. The process continued for what felt like hours, though it was likely just minutes. Your cock swelled, throbbing with each contraction, and soon you felt yourself completely lost in the experience.

The machine didn’t stop. Your taint muscles were flexing involuntarily, releasing more and more into the sleeve. It was overwhelming, but you could see how the athletes could handle multiple sessions. It was addictive, this feeling of release, and part of you wanted it to go on forever.

Finally, the light dimmed, signaling the end of your session. The sleeve was carefully removed, and your body slowly came down from the high. You were left panting, sweating, and trembling in the aftermath. Dave stood by with an amused expression.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, knowing full well the answer.

You grinned weakly as you caught your breath. “Sign me up for another round.”

Dave chuckled and nodded. “Welcome to the club.”
 
Dave’s words lingered in the air as you stood there, watching Alex’s massive body tremble and his flow finally taper off. You couldn't believe how intense the extraction process looked—every single muscle in his body was engaged, not just the obvious ones. The idea of what was being harvested, the sheer value of it, made your mind race. The fact that buyers were willing to pay thousands for something so primal, something that was at once sexual and athletic, had you fascinated.

You hesitated, your curiosity battling with your nerves. Dave chuckled, sensing your indecision. “It’s not for everyone, but let me tell you—those who try it never go back. The feeling is… well, it’s unlike anything else. And you’d be helping a lot of people reach their athletic peak.”

He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “I’ve seen it happen. Regular guys, even semi-pro athletes, consume just a few milliliters of this stuff, and their workouts explode. They gain muscle faster, their stamina goes through the roof, and the mental clarity… it’s addictive.”

You glanced back at Alex, his enormous chest rising and falling as the extraction sleeve was carefully removed from his still-engorged cock. His eyes were glazed over, but the expression on his face wasn’t one of discomfort. If anything, it was bliss.

The lab techs efficiently wiped him down, detached the collection receptacle, and escorted him out. You watched as the clear, syrupy liquid was carefully labeled and stored away. “So… how would it work?” you finally asked.

Dave’s grin widened. “I had a feeling you’d come around. Follow me.”

He led you down a side hallway, away from the extraction rooms and toward what looked like a more private area. This room wasn’t as clinical as the others. The lighting was dimmer, more relaxing. The chair in the middle looked less like the cold, sterile furniture from the previous rooms and more like a high-end massage chair. “This is where we prep newcomers or… let’s say, curious parties like yourself.”

He motioned for you to sit down. You did so, the chair instantly adjusting to your body with a comforting hum. “We don’t do the full-on athlete extraction for first-timers. Your body needs to be ready for that kind of intensity. But we can give you a taste of what they experience.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest now, but the excitement was undeniable. You were already committed to going through with it. Dave handed you a rubber bit, just like the athletes used. “Trust me, you’re going to want this.”

Once you clamped down on the bit, the process began. A lab tech entered the room and approached with the specialized probe, which, despite your anxiety, looked sleek and non-threatening. He applied warm lube, explaining everything calmly. “Just relax and let the machine take care of you. It’s all automated, and the feedback sensors will adjust the intensity based on your body’s reactions.”

When the probe was finally inserted, there was a moment of silence. Then, you felt it. A gentle hum, a vibration that began deep within, almost like a teasing flutter that radiated outward. It wasn’t just pleasurable—it was intense. More than you’d ever expected.

As the probe adjusted to your body’s natural contractions, you felt your muscles tense and relax involuntarily. The sensations grew stronger with each pulse. Soon, it was as if your body had a mind of its own, arching and clenching in response to the probe's rhythm. You could feel your precum starting to flow, a hot, thick sensation that traveled through your cock. The extraction sleeve wrapped around you, warm and slick, amplifying every surge.

Your legs trembled as the pleasure spiked, and before you knew it, your body was on autopilot. Every nerve was alive, every muscle in your body felt engaged. Your abs contracted, your back arched, and your hips thrust into the sleeve. You bit down hard on the rubber bit, stifling the moans that wanted to escape. The room was spinning in the haze of euphoria.

The probe worked its magic on your prostate, finding your body's perfect rhythm, prolonging the pleasure far beyond what you’d ever experienced. The sensations kept building, wave after wave, until you were completely at its mercy. You could feel the flow—your precum—being drawn out in steady, powerful pulses. The process continued for what felt like hours, though it was likely just minutes. Your cock swelled, throbbing with each contraction, and soon you felt yourself completely lost in the experience.

The machine didn’t stop. Your taint muscles were flexing involuntarily, releasing more and more into the sleeve. It was overwhelming, but you could see how the athletes could handle multiple sessions. It was addictive, this feeling of release, and part of you wanted it to go on forever.

Finally, the light dimmed, signaling the end of your session. The sleeve was carefully removed, and your body slowly came down from the high. You were left panting, sweating, and trembling in the aftermath. Dave stood by with an amused expression.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, knowing full well the answer.

You grinned weakly as you caught your breath. “Sign me up for another round.”

Dave chuckled and nodded. “Welcome to the club.”

I love this!!! Couldn’t have written it better myself!