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THE CURE (Erotic Fiction)
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This whole story makes me angry that people could be that way to someone especially someone whose suppose to be a team mate. Idk ive read the patroon chapters past this i need to finish. Hopefully the assholes get what's coming to them and the one ends up in the other group.
It’s a titillating tale of erotism but yet highlights how the haves will take advantage of the have nots and how far “down” the have nots will go in order to obtain.
Next chapter is cumming up in two days.
Big D. is waiting for you!
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Big D. is waiting for you!
If you cannot wait to read the rest of this story, I post all the chapters 4 months in advance on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thomaslodge.
Chapter 21 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"!
*
THE CURE
Chapter 5: Precious cargo (Part 1)
Some say that it takes 21 days to get used to a new habit, but I had my doubts that three weeks would be enough to get used to fetch my fresh loads of cum every morning.
Certainly, the second serving had got me gagging again...
In a way, the second visit at the CuM Centre was even more unpleasant than the first one.
For starters, there was the smell.
It was like the thick odour of cum was now printed in the damn blue curtains of the cubicles. We were going to the Centre by walking with the boys and I swear that you could smell the jizz from a mile away!
"Must be smelling like delicious food to you, now!" Franck teased Simon and I.
"Fuck off!" Simon replied.
I looked at Gino, he was supposed to talk to Franck about his stupid jokes. I would hardly resist from punching the prick in the face for much longer!
Secondly, the atmosphere at the Centre was weirder, - if this is even possible -, than the first day.
The initial shock had passed and the Alphas were either looking very annoyed to be there and to be losing their time and precious cum on Betas like us, or, - and maybe it was even worse -, they were getting too comfortable about the whole thing.
Some were openly looking for potential clients, praising the quality of their sperm, lewdly grabbing their balls.
"Best manhood in town, reasonable prices!"
I already knew that my frat roommates were thinking about selling their juice to the best buyers.
In just a couple of days, healthy jizz had become more precious than gold.
Concerned mothers were buying spunk off the market for their Beta sons.
Students at risk were taking loans to afford to buy a few gallons. A storage centre had been robbed the previous night.
There were a lot of scams online but it seemed like enough people were ready to take their chances, even if that meant swallowing soiled milk instead of healthy jizz.
That certainly explained another big change which made the CuM Centre an even more unsettling experience: the security had greatly improved and now, actual soldiers holding rifles were overseeing the operation.
To be more specific, they were mainly monitoring us, the Betas. We were the most susceptible to try to steal some fresh semen from the huge storage containers.
Every couple of hours, it seemed like a new law was passed on what we were allowed to do (or not) with cum.
Stealing from the Government's storage would grant you a ticket straight to prison. Scamming someone by selling fake merchandise would most likely get you a fine.
Anyway, there I was again, walking in the line with Simon and Steven, dreading the moment I would have to swallow my "medicine".
It was not really about the taste, - I did not care for it -, the awkwardness was more about the other guys, -- our mates, our teachers, our friends, sometimes our families -, watching us gulping on that spunk.
I bet that the Authorities could have found a better way to deal with that. Right? Did the givers and receivers really have to share the same space?
Sometimes, it felt like they were purposely humiliating us.
Right in front of me, I was surprised to see that Steven tried to negotiate a second glass of the Cure with the staff worker.
After puking his first shot on my face (!), apparently, Steven did get used to the taste rather quickly and he was ready to be done with the treatment asap.
We would get tested about once a month -- the one time when we would be allowed to cum -, and every Beta was hoping for the tests to come back negative.
Once it was about to be our turns, Simon shared some news with me. He had gotten some new intel from his dad.
"I did not want to say that in front of the others, but the Government knows damn well that a single ounce of sperm a day is not enough. They are turning the Alphas into milking cows but it is not just to treat us, the Authorities want to make good profits out of this. I heard that millionaires all around the world are willing to spend big bucks to get that good American's spunk at a dosage which is actually enough to get cured. Not that one-ounce bullshit."
"I heard about the President's son bath..." I said, disgusted.
Pictures had leaked online of Jeffrey Harrison immersing himself into a tub filled with white gooey spunk. The leader's son was apparently getting sprayed with jizz 24/7.
"Yeah, the lucky bastard."
"Lucky? That's fucking gross!"
"Maybe, but I bet you anything that this motherfucker will be healed in a month..."
I made a disgusting face.
"Cannot your father help you out?"
Simon looked around. He whispered in a very low voice.
"I think he can, at least, my mom is trying to use their relationships to get me some batches. But..."
He talked even lower; he was being way more serious than usual. I could barely hear him.
"Dan, there won't be enough cum in the world to heal everyone. It's like we are on the freaking Titanic, they did not plan for enough lifeboats and the Authorities are shipping away the few lifeboats that we do have. In their eyes, money is worth more than our lives."
I got scared. I certainly did not want to die.
Also, how frustrating was it that even in times like that, there was a privilege class!
"Fuck, Simon. I don't want to be drinking that shit every day for nothing."
"Look, I don't think that will be for nothing, I guess that one ounce of jizz is still better than nothing... But remember what the doctors said after we got classified as Betas. Any extra cum that you can have, you have to take. Especially, if you don't have the means to buy more private supplies. The price of a gallon of jizz is increasing exponentially."
"That's insane, man. Drinking a single ounce is already a lot to get my head around!"
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"No need to convince me, I'm just stating facts here. From what I understood, ingesting one ounce of sperm may prevent the development of the Disease but it is not enough to reverse the process and eliminate the defect. It could take years. Maybe decades. I certainly don't want to be dragging this shit for years... Why do you think this guy tried to ingest a whole gallon of cum yesterday? You don't want to have to drink cum all of your life Daniel, do you?"
"Of course not!"
We did not have time to elaborate on the matter as it was our turn to drink our shots.
I wondered about Simon's intel. Were his sources liable? Even if I came around the idea of needing more cum, I would not have the means to afford it anyway so I was fucked.
I thought that I should just stick with the government's recommendation, that was sufficiently bad as it were, at least for the time being.
When I drank my glass, I made sure to lick off the sides properly.
I did not want to get scolded by the staff like the day before, but most of all, I was starting to fully realize how precious those few droplets of spunk truly were.
Besides, one of the soldiers was watching me swallow with a weird intensity, his gun almost pointing directly right at me.
Was he going to shoot me if I were to waste any?
"Tough to be a Beta, buddy." Big D. said to me, shaking my hand as I was getting out of my line.
He had just jizzed in his cubicle. Darius was shirtless, his huge wrestling pecs out.
Most of the guys, the fit ones at least, would take their shirts off when entering their cubicle to avoid making a mess on their clothes before school. Big D. was in no hurry to put his shirt back on afterwards.
At least, he did not think that I was contagious since he was talking to me...
You have to take all the wins you can get, right?
"Yeah... Tough, as you say." I mumbled.
"How does it taste? I've always been curious."
"Bad."
I was still tasting the strong flavour of fresh jizz in my mouth. Salty.
Darius smiled.
"They're mixing the juice of everyone in those bottles, it's like mixing up good wine, does not make sense for the taste."
I was about to tell him that the goal was not for it to taste good, - it was just a medicine after all -, when Franck and Simon joined us. Franck had already handed his (full) cup to the lab workers.
He was wearing a tank top but he had his right hand shoved in his pants.
"Guys, I think I left some of my juice dripping on my balls." He whispered to us as we were walking out from the Centre.
Franck pulled out his hand from his freaking pants and a droplet of jizz was shining on his index.
"Dude!" Big D. exclaimed, semi-laughing.
"Want it?" Franck proposed to Simon and I.
I exchanged a look with Simon. My heart was racing fast. I could not tell if Franck was serious or not.
"Don't worry about me, I have my own supplies." Simon said, gloomy.
I was surprised that he basically admitted that he would be ingesting more cum.
"What about you, Dan? That's some precious Cargo, you know. A+ spunk."
Franck said, playing with the thick goo between his fingers.
I looked at it, quite mesmerized.
As crazy as it must sound, I was tempted by the extra dose of jizz.
I was about to lean over and stuck my tongue out when Gino appeared behind us. He stopped me right before I was about to give in. Phew.
"What are you doing here, guys?"
"Too late, my friend. You missed your shot." Franck told me, wiping his finger on Big D.'s abs.
"Wow! That's gross!"
The two of them laughed like kids while Gino was clueless about what had just happened.
Fuck them, I thought. Sure, they could be funny about wasting sperm! This was not a matter of life or death for them!
I walked with the guys to class, annoyed and exhausted.
I did not say a word to my mates although Gino was trying as hard as he could to include me in the conversations.
We had a training session planned with Coach Jordan -- it was normally enough to keep me in a good mood as I loved releasing my anxiety in the boat -, but even this prospect was not enough to improve my mood through the day.
The fact that there were multiple backs and forth in the restrooms from many of the students (and male professors) during the entire afternoon did not help calm my nerve.
The world had really gone mad.
My classmates were barely hiding the fact that they were "feeding" Betas in exchange for a few hundred boxes!
At some point, I ran into Gregory Marshall who was walking down a corridor with jizz dripping on his right cheek. The dude had no shame at all.
As crazy as it was though, most of the students did not blink an eye. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive.
I wished I could have been as comfortable as Greg with swallowing cum... Sadly, I was not there yet.
I do have to say, Franck and the guys from the rowing team were acting a lot cooler once we were getting ready for practice. The banters between frat bros are part of the deal, and Simon and I were not particularly targeted that night. They were mostly teasing Jason, the coxswain.
Sure, there were a few comments on our "blue balls" and semi hard cocks, but nothing too bad.
I was sure Gino had something to do with that. Even Coach Jordan delivered a speech to say how much we were all a team despite everything going on and that we should be relying on each other.
That did help.
I put my rowing singlet on, ready to show that I was certainly not a Beta when it came to racing on the water!
Practice was usually organized in one of two ways. Either the nine of us, including Jason the coxswain, would get in a boat together to train for the team competitions to come, or we would get divided into different boats to compete against each other.
I was usually paired with Gino and we were making a great team.
Maybe because I had so much frustration within me at this point, or maybe because I had not jizzed in three days and was full of testosterones, I was feeling like a beast when the race started.
[Chapter 5 continues below]
Chapter 21 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"!
*
THE CURE
Chapter 5: Precious cargo (Part 1)
Some say that it takes 21 days to get used to a new habit, but I had my doubts that three weeks would be enough to get used to fetch my fresh loads of cum every morning.
Certainly, the second serving had got me gagging again...
In a way, the second visit at the CuM Centre was even more unpleasant than the first one.
For starters, there was the smell.
It was like the thick odour of cum was now printed in the damn blue curtains of the cubicles. We were going to the Centre by walking with the boys and I swear that you could smell the jizz from a mile away!
"Must be smelling like delicious food to you, now!" Franck teased Simon and I.
"Fuck off!" Simon replied.
I looked at Gino, he was supposed to talk to Franck about his stupid jokes. I would hardly resist from punching the prick in the face for much longer!
Secondly, the atmosphere at the Centre was weirder, - if this is even possible -, than the first day.
The initial shock had passed and the Alphas were either looking very annoyed to be there and to be losing their time and precious cum on Betas like us, or, - and maybe it was even worse -, they were getting too comfortable about the whole thing.
Some were openly looking for potential clients, praising the quality of their sperm, lewdly grabbing their balls.
"Best manhood in town, reasonable prices!"
I already knew that my frat roommates were thinking about selling their juice to the best buyers.
In just a couple of days, healthy jizz had become more precious than gold.
Concerned mothers were buying spunk off the market for their Beta sons.
Students at risk were taking loans to afford to buy a few gallons. A storage centre had been robbed the previous night.
There were a lot of scams online but it seemed like enough people were ready to take their chances, even if that meant swallowing soiled milk instead of healthy jizz.
That certainly explained another big change which made the CuM Centre an even more unsettling experience: the security had greatly improved and now, actual soldiers holding rifles were overseeing the operation.
To be more specific, they were mainly monitoring us, the Betas. We were the most susceptible to try to steal some fresh semen from the huge storage containers.
Every couple of hours, it seemed like a new law was passed on what we were allowed to do (or not) with cum.
Stealing from the Government's storage would grant you a ticket straight to prison. Scamming someone by selling fake merchandise would most likely get you a fine.
Anyway, there I was again, walking in the line with Simon and Steven, dreading the moment I would have to swallow my "medicine".
It was not really about the taste, - I did not care for it -, the awkwardness was more about the other guys, -- our mates, our teachers, our friends, sometimes our families -, watching us gulping on that spunk.
I bet that the Authorities could have found a better way to deal with that. Right? Did the givers and receivers really have to share the same space?
Sometimes, it felt like they were purposely humiliating us.
Right in front of me, I was surprised to see that Steven tried to negotiate a second glass of the Cure with the staff worker.
After puking his first shot on my face (!), apparently, Steven did get used to the taste rather quickly and he was ready to be done with the treatment asap.
We would get tested about once a month -- the one time when we would be allowed to cum -, and every Beta was hoping for the tests to come back negative.
Once it was about to be our turns, Simon shared some news with me. He had gotten some new intel from his dad.
"I did not want to say that in front of the others, but the Government knows damn well that a single ounce of sperm a day is not enough. They are turning the Alphas into milking cows but it is not just to treat us, the Authorities want to make good profits out of this. I heard that millionaires all around the world are willing to spend big bucks to get that good American's spunk at a dosage which is actually enough to get cured. Not that one-ounce bullshit."
"I heard about the President's son bath..." I said, disgusted.
Pictures had leaked online of Jeffrey Harrison immersing himself into a tub filled with white gooey spunk. The leader's son was apparently getting sprayed with jizz 24/7.
"Yeah, the lucky bastard."
"Lucky? That's fucking gross!"
"Maybe, but I bet you anything that this motherfucker will be healed in a month..."
I made a disgusting face.
"Cannot your father help you out?"
Simon looked around. He whispered in a very low voice.
"I think he can, at least, my mom is trying to use their relationships to get me some batches. But..."
He talked even lower; he was being way more serious than usual. I could barely hear him.
"Dan, there won't be enough cum in the world to heal everyone. It's like we are on the freaking Titanic, they did not plan for enough lifeboats and the Authorities are shipping away the few lifeboats that we do have. In their eyes, money is worth more than our lives."
I got scared. I certainly did not want to die.
Also, how frustrating was it that even in times like that, there was a privilege class!
"Fuck, Simon. I don't want to be drinking that shit every day for nothing."
"Look, I don't think that will be for nothing, I guess that one ounce of jizz is still better than nothing... But remember what the doctors said after we got classified as Betas. Any extra cum that you can have, you have to take. Especially, if you don't have the means to buy more private supplies. The price of a gallon of jizz is increasing exponentially."
"That's insane, man. Drinking a single ounce is already a lot to get my head around!"
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"No need to convince me, I'm just stating facts here. From what I understood, ingesting one ounce of sperm may prevent the development of the Disease but it is not enough to reverse the process and eliminate the defect. It could take years. Maybe decades. I certainly don't want to be dragging this shit for years... Why do you think this guy tried to ingest a whole gallon of cum yesterday? You don't want to have to drink cum all of your life Daniel, do you?"
"Of course not!"
We did not have time to elaborate on the matter as it was our turn to drink our shots.
I wondered about Simon's intel. Were his sources liable? Even if I came around the idea of needing more cum, I would not have the means to afford it anyway so I was fucked.
I thought that I should just stick with the government's recommendation, that was sufficiently bad as it were, at least for the time being.
When I drank my glass, I made sure to lick off the sides properly.
I did not want to get scolded by the staff like the day before, but most of all, I was starting to fully realize how precious those few droplets of spunk truly were.
Besides, one of the soldiers was watching me swallow with a weird intensity, his gun almost pointing directly right at me.
Was he going to shoot me if I were to waste any?
"Tough to be a Beta, buddy." Big D. said to me, shaking my hand as I was getting out of my line.
He had just jizzed in his cubicle. Darius was shirtless, his huge wrestling pecs out.
Most of the guys, the fit ones at least, would take their shirts off when entering their cubicle to avoid making a mess on their clothes before school. Big D. was in no hurry to put his shirt back on afterwards.
At least, he did not think that I was contagious since he was talking to me...
You have to take all the wins you can get, right?
"Yeah... Tough, as you say." I mumbled.
"How does it taste? I've always been curious."
"Bad."
I was still tasting the strong flavour of fresh jizz in my mouth. Salty.
Darius smiled.
"They're mixing the juice of everyone in those bottles, it's like mixing up good wine, does not make sense for the taste."
I was about to tell him that the goal was not for it to taste good, - it was just a medicine after all -, when Franck and Simon joined us. Franck had already handed his (full) cup to the lab workers.
He was wearing a tank top but he had his right hand shoved in his pants.
"Guys, I think I left some of my juice dripping on my balls." He whispered to us as we were walking out from the Centre.
Franck pulled out his hand from his freaking pants and a droplet of jizz was shining on his index.
"Dude!" Big D. exclaimed, semi-laughing.
"Want it?" Franck proposed to Simon and I.
I exchanged a look with Simon. My heart was racing fast. I could not tell if Franck was serious or not.
"Don't worry about me, I have my own supplies." Simon said, gloomy.
I was surprised that he basically admitted that he would be ingesting more cum.
"What about you, Dan? That's some precious Cargo, you know. A+ spunk."
Franck said, playing with the thick goo between his fingers.
I looked at it, quite mesmerized.
As crazy as it must sound, I was tempted by the extra dose of jizz.
I was about to lean over and stuck my tongue out when Gino appeared behind us. He stopped me right before I was about to give in. Phew.
"What are you doing here, guys?"
"Too late, my friend. You missed your shot." Franck told me, wiping his finger on Big D.'s abs.
"Wow! That's gross!"
The two of them laughed like kids while Gino was clueless about what had just happened.
Fuck them, I thought. Sure, they could be funny about wasting sperm! This was not a matter of life or death for them!
I walked with the guys to class, annoyed and exhausted.
I did not say a word to my mates although Gino was trying as hard as he could to include me in the conversations.
We had a training session planned with Coach Jordan -- it was normally enough to keep me in a good mood as I loved releasing my anxiety in the boat -, but even this prospect was not enough to improve my mood through the day.
The fact that there were multiple backs and forth in the restrooms from many of the students (and male professors) during the entire afternoon did not help calm my nerve.
The world had really gone mad.
My classmates were barely hiding the fact that they were "feeding" Betas in exchange for a few hundred boxes!
At some point, I ran into Gregory Marshall who was walking down a corridor with jizz dripping on his right cheek. The dude had no shame at all.
As crazy as it was though, most of the students did not blink an eye. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive.
I wished I could have been as comfortable as Greg with swallowing cum... Sadly, I was not there yet.
I do have to say, Franck and the guys from the rowing team were acting a lot cooler once we were getting ready for practice. The banters between frat bros are part of the deal, and Simon and I were not particularly targeted that night. They were mostly teasing Jason, the coxswain.
Sure, there were a few comments on our "blue balls" and semi hard cocks, but nothing too bad.
I was sure Gino had something to do with that. Even Coach Jordan delivered a speech to say how much we were all a team despite everything going on and that we should be relying on each other.
That did help.
I put my rowing singlet on, ready to show that I was certainly not a Beta when it came to racing on the water!
Practice was usually organized in one of two ways. Either the nine of us, including Jason the coxswain, would get in a boat together to train for the team competitions to come, or we would get divided into different boats to compete against each other.
I was usually paired with Gino and we were making a great team.
Maybe because I had so much frustration within me at this point, or maybe because I had not jizzed in three days and was full of testosterones, I was feeling like a beast when the race started.
[Chapter 5 continues below]
THE CURE
Chapter 5: Precious cargo (Part 2)
"Wow, dude! I can barely keep up!" Gino yelled at me the middle of the effort.
He was generally the one having the upper hand. But not this time. I was feeling myself!
When we passed the Jackson twins' boat, Gino and I were getting into the perfect rhythm. For the first time in days, I felt like I was belonging. I was sweating like crazy, grunting, pushing myself, it felt good.
When we finally reached Franck and Diego's boat (he would usually pair up with Simon, but he apparently did not want to be associate with a Beta male), we were invincible.
Damn, maybe my new diet was good for my health and my performance after all!
Simon was doing great too, he was paired-up with Peter. Gino and I won the race and Simon and Peter finished closed-second.
Franck was fucking furious after the finish line.
"We have to be in fucking synch, damn it!" He howled at Diego. "I thought you would be able to keep up!"
His teammate looked at his feet. Diego was not the most forthcoming and would rarely stand up to Franck.
I smiled to myself. I thought it was serving Franck's right for switching partner.
"Karter, don't blame other for your own mistakes." The Coach barked. "Great job, Danny!"
Coach Jordan slapped my ass. He may have been a huge perv but I still took the compliment. I needed it.
My day kept getting better as Franck shut up and threw away his oars in frustration.
Well, that was until we hit the showers. There, shit definitely hit the fan.
"That's fucking unfair if you want my opinion!" Franck was soaping his lower abs, talking to Tyrone.
"What is, sore loser?" Simon asked.
He was pissed too and Simon was one of the only ones who could push back against the pack leader.
"Of course, you and Dan have more energy than us! We have to give up our freaking juice to feed you every morning while you keep all that testosterone in."
"Come on, dude, you did not manage to align with Diego, that's all. That's why you lose." Simon stated reasonably.
Franck was now fondling with his cock, cleaning it up real good.
"That's bullshit. This fucking Cure is going to mess up all the competitions. Betas will always have unfair advantages!"
I had remained silent until that point but I snapped. I guess that I had been holding my anger in for too long.
Stark naked as well, I walked up to Franck.
"Unfair advantages! Are you fucking kidding me? You think we want that! Eh?! To be Betas! To be forced to swallow cum! To risk our lives! And to do all of that shit knowing damn well that it won't even be enough to healed! Fuck you, Franck! Fuck all of you!"
I regretted my outburst immediately but it was too late.
That was such a bad look but I left the shower room crying... Like the freaking Beta that I was!
One of the Jackson twins tried to talk to me as I hurried to change in the locker-room, - he was putting his underwear back on, his perfectly healthy black balls in full display -, but I ignored him.
I was training and living with these guys though, so rushing back to the frat house would not allow me to hide from them for so long.
For the first time, I even considered moving out.
As you can imagine, the atmosphere in the house that night was tense.
Apparently, there were more fights after I had left including Franck, Gino and Simon getting into a physical (and naked) altercation.
Although Franck had always been an asshole, we were mostly all good living together until then, but it seemed like the Cure was about to destroy our friendships.
I remained in my room; I was doing that a lot lately. I did not want to engage with anyone, not even Gino. Besides, I was horny as fuck at this point.
Maybe it was the "non-cumming" rule which was pushing me the most to the edge. It was like I was sporting a constant hard-on. How would I resist touching myself for a full month?! Already, I could tell that my underwear was getting stained with precum.
I was not sure that everyone was taking part but I also understood from Gino that at least some of the guys had kept on with their plans to "harvest" more spunk.
They were keeping a bowl of their jizz in the fridge, right next to the actual milk!
I saw it when I went to get some food in the middle of the night.
Worst part was: I was tempted to drink it. At this point, I would have done pretty much anything to be done with the freaking treatment sooner than later.
In the end, I left it there. The others would have probably jumped on my throat if I had swallowed their loads, they wanted to make good money out of it.
"PURE CUM, STRAIGHT FROM FRAT BOYS HOUSE". I bet this batch would sell like crazy.
The next morning, Franck was visibly feeling bad.
He did not apologize but he did not make any single comment either as we got dressed and walked to the CuM Centre. For once, he was sort of acting descent.
It seemed like, after my outburst, the Alphas of the house had realized how, aside from the cringiness of the entire situation, Simon and I were actually risking our lives.
"We talked it through with the guys." Gino explained. "We really want to help you out, we're a team."
"I know... Look, I just lost it yesterday. I was on the edge since the announcement about the Cure."
"No, no, you were right. Dude, I'm sure we can find ways to get you more cum in your stomach until you have fully compensated for the defect."
"Thanks, bro."
Trust me, I was appreciative, but again, the idea of fetching more loads of cum was not sitting well with me.
Having to swallow that one single shot at the CuM Centre was still very difficult, even without my mates teasing me about it.
Besides, it was like things were only getting lewder there.
A lot the Alphas were now stroking their cocks in anticipation to make the lines go quicker in front of each cubicle, most of them were simply having their hands in their pants but a few had their dicks out, right in the open.
This was encouraged by the staff and the soldiers there as everyone was benefiting for a quicker passage inside the cabin.
Only a half hour in, I reached the end of my own line and drank my single ounce of jizz.
The taste was a bit better than the day before, it was sweeter. As usual, I licked off the edges and the sides of the glass to make sure to swallow the entire thing.
I thought that I had been a bit underserved compared to the guys in front of me but I did not say anything.
I was also done before any of my teammates, Franck was the only one who had already given his sample to the staff.
"Come meet me outside." Franck whispered.
He was grinning at me. Not too sure why, I followed him without any second thought.
"What do you want, mate?"
"Don't be like that, Dan. You know things can get rough after a race. And I... Well, I'm not proud of my reaction yesterday so I did something for you."
"That's fine, I'm over it."
Franck was walking towards a more isolated spot in the parking lot, we were semi-hidden behind a bush.
"Look dude, you know how much I jizz, right?"
"You're going to talk to me about your hyperspermia again?"
"You're really making it difficult to help you out, Dan!"
"Sorry..."
Franck smiled.
"Listen, I always cum a ton and I always fill up their damn cups. I have busted a ton of loads just now."
"Good for you." I spoke, very jaded.
What was his point? Apologizing only to remind me how much more of an Alpha he was compared to me? Fuck that guy!
"And good for you too, mate!" He explained.
Franck lifted off his tank top, there was a fairly large amount of creamy spunk dripping on his lower chest, and starting to dry on his abs, especially inside his hairy belly button.
"I dropped some of it on me so you could take it!" He explained.
He was very satisfied with himself.
"Franck, what the fuck?"
"Shhh! Lick it now! While it's still fresh."
"Lick it?"
"Yeah, there's not much already so you should at least try to take most of it. I want to give you a solid with that one. Bros should stick together! That's what the frat and the team are all about, right?"
I looked around us, nervous.
"That's just us now, nobody has to know." He insisted.
"Franck, I don't know..."
"Are you freaking serious? Dan, I just took a crazy risk for you! To save your damn life! The soldiers could get me arrested to have keep some of my morning's juice for myself! And now, you're gonna act difficult!"
"What about Simon?"
"I'm not worried about him, he has plans to get more batches of cum for himself. Look, it's drying up, hurry. Everybody else is doing it! Betas need their jizz and this is a free nutritious sample. Take it as a good gesture from me. A way to apologize for being a dick."
Fuck... Being a dick... Weird choice of words here.
Although, he was right, that would be a waste to lose that fresh healthy jizz.
I took a last glance behind us. People were slowly coming in and out the Centre but they were far away from us.
Franck did take a crazy risk for me. I had to make it worth it.
I knelt down as if I were about to tie up my shoes. Franck pulled up his top entirely and slid down his pants a little. I could see his pubic hair now.
I gave him a quick lick. Crazy!
"There's more. Hurry! People are watching!" He pressed me.
I kissed his abs and swallowed more of his juice. There was a lot more than what I initially thought, I had to lick his entire lower chest to clean it up until I reached his pubic hair.
Oh, there was a big chunk of cum sticked in his hair. It was thick, white and creamy. Probably very nourishing. For some guys, the jizz dripping on his pubes would have represented a full ejaculation.
I went for it. I slurped the spunk, my nose against Franck's very lower chest. That was raunchy as fuck. Not to mention the stink and the sweat. I think I even licked the top of his flaccid Alpha dick.
"Ok now, get up."
I did. I had a hard time processing what I had just done. It all escalated so quickly.
Was I supposed to be thankful?
"Fuck, Franck, that was..."
"Shhh, don't mention it. And..." He put his finger on my lower lips. "You've made a mess on your face."
Franck wiped some jizz out of the corner of my lips. He extended his index to me.
I licked it clean. Or rather, I sucked it clean.
I was speechless.
And I was hard.
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Chapter 5: Precious cargo (Part 2)
"Wow, dude! I can barely keep up!" Gino yelled at me the middle of the effort.
He was generally the one having the upper hand. But not this time. I was feeling myself!
When we passed the Jackson twins' boat, Gino and I were getting into the perfect rhythm. For the first time in days, I felt like I was belonging. I was sweating like crazy, grunting, pushing myself, it felt good.
When we finally reached Franck and Diego's boat (he would usually pair up with Simon, but he apparently did not want to be associate with a Beta male), we were invincible.
Damn, maybe my new diet was good for my health and my performance after all!
Simon was doing great too, he was paired-up with Peter. Gino and I won the race and Simon and Peter finished closed-second.
Franck was fucking furious after the finish line.
"We have to be in fucking synch, damn it!" He howled at Diego. "I thought you would be able to keep up!"
His teammate looked at his feet. Diego was not the most forthcoming and would rarely stand up to Franck.
I smiled to myself. I thought it was serving Franck's right for switching partner.
"Karter, don't blame other for your own mistakes." The Coach barked. "Great job, Danny!"
Coach Jordan slapped my ass. He may have been a huge perv but I still took the compliment. I needed it.
My day kept getting better as Franck shut up and threw away his oars in frustration.
Well, that was until we hit the showers. There, shit definitely hit the fan.
"That's fucking unfair if you want my opinion!" Franck was soaping his lower abs, talking to Tyrone.
"What is, sore loser?" Simon asked.
He was pissed too and Simon was one of the only ones who could push back against the pack leader.
"Of course, you and Dan have more energy than us! We have to give up our freaking juice to feed you every morning while you keep all that testosterone in."
"Come on, dude, you did not manage to align with Diego, that's all. That's why you lose." Simon stated reasonably.
Franck was now fondling with his cock, cleaning it up real good.
"That's bullshit. This fucking Cure is going to mess up all the competitions. Betas will always have unfair advantages!"
I had remained silent until that point but I snapped. I guess that I had been holding my anger in for too long.
Stark naked as well, I walked up to Franck.
"Unfair advantages! Are you fucking kidding me? You think we want that! Eh?! To be Betas! To be forced to swallow cum! To risk our lives! And to do all of that shit knowing damn well that it won't even be enough to healed! Fuck you, Franck! Fuck all of you!"
I regretted my outburst immediately but it was too late.
That was such a bad look but I left the shower room crying... Like the freaking Beta that I was!
One of the Jackson twins tried to talk to me as I hurried to change in the locker-room, - he was putting his underwear back on, his perfectly healthy black balls in full display -, but I ignored him.
I was training and living with these guys though, so rushing back to the frat house would not allow me to hide from them for so long.
For the first time, I even considered moving out.
As you can imagine, the atmosphere in the house that night was tense.
Apparently, there were more fights after I had left including Franck, Gino and Simon getting into a physical (and naked) altercation.
Although Franck had always been an asshole, we were mostly all good living together until then, but it seemed like the Cure was about to destroy our friendships.
I remained in my room; I was doing that a lot lately. I did not want to engage with anyone, not even Gino. Besides, I was horny as fuck at this point.
Maybe it was the "non-cumming" rule which was pushing me the most to the edge. It was like I was sporting a constant hard-on. How would I resist touching myself for a full month?! Already, I could tell that my underwear was getting stained with precum.
I was not sure that everyone was taking part but I also understood from Gino that at least some of the guys had kept on with their plans to "harvest" more spunk.
They were keeping a bowl of their jizz in the fridge, right next to the actual milk!
I saw it when I went to get some food in the middle of the night.
Worst part was: I was tempted to drink it. At this point, I would have done pretty much anything to be done with the freaking treatment sooner than later.
In the end, I left it there. The others would have probably jumped on my throat if I had swallowed their loads, they wanted to make good money out of it.
"PURE CUM, STRAIGHT FROM FRAT BOYS HOUSE". I bet this batch would sell like crazy.
The next morning, Franck was visibly feeling bad.
He did not apologize but he did not make any single comment either as we got dressed and walked to the CuM Centre. For once, he was sort of acting descent.
It seemed like, after my outburst, the Alphas of the house had realized how, aside from the cringiness of the entire situation, Simon and I were actually risking our lives.
"We talked it through with the guys." Gino explained. "We really want to help you out, we're a team."
"I know... Look, I just lost it yesterday. I was on the edge since the announcement about the Cure."
"No, no, you were right. Dude, I'm sure we can find ways to get you more cum in your stomach until you have fully compensated for the defect."
"Thanks, bro."
Trust me, I was appreciative, but again, the idea of fetching more loads of cum was not sitting well with me.
Having to swallow that one single shot at the CuM Centre was still very difficult, even without my mates teasing me about it.
Besides, it was like things were only getting lewder there.
A lot the Alphas were now stroking their cocks in anticipation to make the lines go quicker in front of each cubicle, most of them were simply having their hands in their pants but a few had their dicks out, right in the open.
This was encouraged by the staff and the soldiers there as everyone was benefiting for a quicker passage inside the cabin.
Only a half hour in, I reached the end of my own line and drank my single ounce of jizz.
The taste was a bit better than the day before, it was sweeter. As usual, I licked off the edges and the sides of the glass to make sure to swallow the entire thing.
I thought that I had been a bit underserved compared to the guys in front of me but I did not say anything.
I was also done before any of my teammates, Franck was the only one who had already given his sample to the staff.
"Come meet me outside." Franck whispered.
He was grinning at me. Not too sure why, I followed him without any second thought.
"What do you want, mate?"
"Don't be like that, Dan. You know things can get rough after a race. And I... Well, I'm not proud of my reaction yesterday so I did something for you."
"That's fine, I'm over it."
Franck was walking towards a more isolated spot in the parking lot, we were semi-hidden behind a bush.
"Look dude, you know how much I jizz, right?"
"You're going to talk to me about your hyperspermia again?"
"You're really making it difficult to help you out, Dan!"
"Sorry..."
Franck smiled.
"Listen, I always cum a ton and I always fill up their damn cups. I have busted a ton of loads just now."
"Good for you." I spoke, very jaded.
What was his point? Apologizing only to remind me how much more of an Alpha he was compared to me? Fuck that guy!
"And good for you too, mate!" He explained.
Franck lifted off his tank top, there was a fairly large amount of creamy spunk dripping on his lower chest, and starting to dry on his abs, especially inside his hairy belly button.
"I dropped some of it on me so you could take it!" He explained.
He was very satisfied with himself.
"Franck, what the fuck?"
"Shhh! Lick it now! While it's still fresh."
"Lick it?"
"Yeah, there's not much already so you should at least try to take most of it. I want to give you a solid with that one. Bros should stick together! That's what the frat and the team are all about, right?"
I looked around us, nervous.
"That's just us now, nobody has to know." He insisted.
"Franck, I don't know..."
"Are you freaking serious? Dan, I just took a crazy risk for you! To save your damn life! The soldiers could get me arrested to have keep some of my morning's juice for myself! And now, you're gonna act difficult!"
"What about Simon?"
"I'm not worried about him, he has plans to get more batches of cum for himself. Look, it's drying up, hurry. Everybody else is doing it! Betas need their jizz and this is a free nutritious sample. Take it as a good gesture from me. A way to apologize for being a dick."
Fuck... Being a dick... Weird choice of words here.
Although, he was right, that would be a waste to lose that fresh healthy jizz.
I took a last glance behind us. People were slowly coming in and out the Centre but they were far away from us.
Franck did take a crazy risk for me. I had to make it worth it.
I knelt down as if I were about to tie up my shoes. Franck pulled up his top entirely and slid down his pants a little. I could see his pubic hair now.
I gave him a quick lick. Crazy!
"There's more. Hurry! People are watching!" He pressed me.
I kissed his abs and swallowed more of his juice. There was a lot more than what I initially thought, I had to lick his entire lower chest to clean it up until I reached his pubic hair.
Oh, there was a big chunk of cum sticked in his hair. It was thick, white and creamy. Probably very nourishing. For some guys, the jizz dripping on his pubes would have represented a full ejaculation.
I went for it. I slurped the spunk, my nose against Franck's very lower chest. That was raunchy as fuck. Not to mention the stink and the sweat. I think I even licked the top of his flaccid Alpha dick.
"Ok now, get up."
I did. I had a hard time processing what I had just done. It all escalated so quickly.
Was I supposed to be thankful?
"Fuck, Franck, that was..."
"Shhh, don't mention it. And..." He put his finger on my lower lips. "You've made a mess on your face."
Franck wiped some jizz out of the corner of my lips. He extended his index to me.
I licked it clean. Or rather, I sucked it clean.
I was speechless.
And I was hard.
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I feel lIke one of the BETAS with you TL feeding us in dribs and drabs. Tasty though. *smiley face*. These updates must have worked though, I can tell be the tent in my sleep shorts. Cheers!
A man’s sperm is his life affirming essence. It should be cherished and honored by all.
If you cannot wait to read the rest of this story, I post all the chapters 4 months in advance on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thomaslodge.
Chapter 22 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"!
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THE CURE
Chapter 6: It's a whole new world (Part 1)
I had been diagnosed as a Beta male for only seven days but it felt like an eternity had passed.
In the span of a single week, the whole world had been turned upside down.
Sure, there was a significant drop in the number of deaths, and even more so in the number of people experiencing symptoms -- the results of the Cure were levelling-up to most of the expectations -, but people had gone insane.
Everyone had become obsessed with cum!
And when I say "everyone", I also include myself.
Jizz was basically the only thing in my mind!
Swallowing a shot glass of sperm each morning while the entire city, including my class and team mates were masturbating nearby was quite the experience, but going from two ejaculations a day to none in an entire week, this part of the Protocol was driving me mad!
To resist temptations, I avoided looking at girls as much as possible but it made things only worse, as I was now getting aroused with no apparent reason. Everywhere. Every hour of the day, or of the night.
The slightest thought or mention of sex would get me to full mast. Even when it was semi-flaccid, my dick was constantly leaking. I got stains all over my underwear... and on the fabric of my rowing singlet.
Coach Jordan noticed... You bet!
Was I loosing too much precum? Was it dangerous for my health?
The worst part was that while I was experiencing the biggest blue balls of my life, everyone else around me seemed to be beating their meat 24/7!
The guys from the rowing team were now fully committed to make big bucks out of their (Alpha) balls. They were constantly fapping when they were at home, and more and more openly.
I mean, we were living in a world where the President could jerk-off live on television, so a group of frat guys rubbing one out in the shared living-space did not seem like much of a big deal.
Seeing them stroking their huge cocks (damn, why did they all have to be so hung?!) was like torture to me! I wanted to stroke my own dick so fucking bad.
They would usually pass some sort of container (a bowl, a glass, a vase...) among themselves to bust their loads in, and then, they would store their fresh jizz inside the fridge. Right next to my breakfast.
I had been proposed by Gino to taste some, - on the side and for free -, but I refused the offer. I had somewhat wrapped my mind around swallowing strangers' cum but my mates... No, that was another sick level!
Besides, some of the guys from the frat house were really against sharing their seeds with Simon and I.
The coxswain Jason (the little prick) told everyone bluntly:
"If they want the juice, they have to pay, just like everybody else!"
"We are a team!" Gino argued back on my behalf. "It's like Coach Jordan always says, we should have each other's back."
"You're only saying that because you want a good excuse to spray your boyfriend with your spunk so bad, homo!" Franck teased him.
What a fucking hypocrite! Karter had been the only one letting me sip on his cum right after his passage in the cubicle at the CUM Centre.
A couple of times, I almost reached out to Franck when he was coming out of the cubicle to find out if he had any "leftovers" for me, but we were never alone and I was still too ashamed to ask in front of the other guys.
"Fuck off, Franck. You know we need that bullshit." Simon said, leaving the room angrily.
The Jackson twins were still laughing at the homo joke. That was so hilarious to pretend that Gino and I were dating... Very mature.
I knew that Simon was pissed because he was genuinely interested in purchasing the bowl of creamy jizz sitting in our fridge.
His parents did not have any money problem but apparently, they had been scammed trying to purchase some fresh batches of cum online.
I specify "fresh" because, as the days progressed, there were tons of experimentations made by Doctor Seeder's team, - Seeder was pretty much appearing every day on T.V., - and the latest reports showed that the effects of the Cure were much stronger if the sperm was consumed right after ejaculation.
I got quite concerned by this piece of news.
Anyway, their little business of selling jizz was creating frictions inside the house, even among the Alphas.
Franck was nutting buckets (and often), and he was therefore responsible for half of the jizz stored in that freaking bowl. Diego, Peter and Franck had already had multiple fights on the share of the profits and the best ways to find new Beta customers.
I mean... I was right there!
Between the fapping, the drama in the house, and the visitation to the CuM Centre each morning, my life had turned into a succession of cringy moments.
Still, I think that the Centre was the place where I was feeling the most awkward, especially because I was now constantly hard. Weirdly, my dick was getting particularly stiffed when I was there!
The "Alphas" had got desensitized to donating their sperm and jacking off in public and, as a result, more and more men were touching themselves even before entering their cubicle. Rubbing their crotches, putting their hands under their jeans, or even jerking-off right in the open.
In some sick ways, it was getting me aroused.
See, I wanted to switch places with them, to feel my dick pressed by my fingers, stroke it slowly... Hmmm... The way those hundreds of Alpha males were caressing themselves nonchalantly. Preparing themselves to release nutritious cum. I wanted that too! SO BAD.
I looked at Big D. who was one of the first Alphas to take his gigantic dick out of his pants to "get in the mood" as he was the next one in line to get into a cubicle.
I envied everything about him. His large muscles. His huge cock. His carelessness about the fact that it was dripping precum everywhere -- what a waste! -. His massive balls which were maturing healthy Alpha juice. His large hand caressing and toying with his cock-head.
My own dick was throbbing in my pants.
Fuck my life! When I told you that I was becoming insane!
Some of the frat guys had started to follow the same exhibitionist path.
Franck and the Jackson twins, although a bit more discreetly than Darius, were obviously caressing themselves while they were waiting in their respective lines, checking some porn on their phones.
At least, they had not reached Coach Jordan's level of comfort yet.
That day (my seventh at the CuM Centre), the rowing Coach masturbated his big dick with the blue curtain from his cubicle wide open. Why did he need to do that?! Just like in the college's gymnasium, he was directly looking at me.
I had swallowed his sperm already. And there he was, tempting me again, daring me to catch it right from his veiny cock. Since he was only wearing some shorts and flip-flops when he came in to the Centre, he was now sitting entirely naked on his stool.
The Coach was caressing his nipples while moaning loudly before the climax. What a perv!
But I knew I could not blame him. He was pumping his horse dick for me, to satisfy my Beta needs.
Again, I was hating myself for getting hard while watching him.
Some guys were uneasy in the line near the Coach's cubicle, but no one was really surprised at this point. The turnover was so dense in the Centre that Coach Jordan was far from being the only one showing-off.
We were only between men after all. It was like a giant locker-room, no need to be modest or shy!
Day after day, more guys were entering their cubicles all ready to cum and only needed to jack off for a few seconds before depositing their sperm in their cups.
Efficiency was encouraged by the State. The quicker, the better! This was no time for prudes.
I must say that the interview given by President Harrison the night before had loosened-up even the shyer guys.
Apparently, our President wanted to show that there was no shame in the daily and mandatory exercise of masturbation and ejaculation in a cup. It was a patriotic act after all!
So, there he was, sliding down his fancy suit pants in the oval office and masturbating for the male reporter in front of him and the whole country to see. Live.
That was definitely something I never thought I would witness!
The President came in a glass after fifteen minutes of outrageous close-ups on his cockhead and sensual lips biting. He nutted right when I was finishing my Greek yogurt.
The guys were laughing it off. Gino's jaw had dropped. Bon Appetit!
President Harrison was fairly well endowed and the next day, the press could not help themselves from running headlines such as:
"President Harrison fights the Disease, in a BIG way!"
"President H...ung, shows us how it is done!"
"Finally, a President with some BALLS!"
In the meantime, rumours that the single ounce of sperm a day would merely suffice to avoid the Betas getting sick had spread.
Around me, some of my fellow Betas boys were finding alternative options to get more supplies in their stomachs.
Steven Aclove had gone from being disgusted by semen -- and spiting it on my face -- to actively search for it everywhere he could.
His parents were determined to have him be the first Beta boy officially cured and they had ordered three gallons of sperm from a place called the "CUM Factory" for his personal use. They had to mortgage their house to place the order.
But as it turned out, you did not need to be rich to get some extra-spunk!
Gregory Marshall presented himself in the Centre wearing one very attention-drawing tee-shirt. The front said:
"Tired of cumming in a bottle? CUM in a good-sucking mouth instead!"
A postal address was written on the back of the tee-shirt, below the mention:
"GLORY HOLE OPEN AT:"
Some other betas addressed complaints, they found this to be a lewd and unfair behaviour, but this was not against the laws.
Only the first load of the day belonged to the State, Alpha men could otherwise do whatever they liked with their semen. Including emptying themselves inside Gregory Marshall's eager throat.
I saw some elderly guys writing the address from the tee-shirt on their pads.
"You're crazy, dude!" Simon said to Gregory.
"Why? Because I want to survive?"
"You want to survive my ass! You just want to suck dicks!"
Gregory did not take offense; he was very comfortable with being gay.
"Well, why not mixing business with pleasure? I gotta say, it's pretty funny to see those so-called straight married daddies offering me their dicks. They're lining up, you know!"
"Is this really working?" I asked.
"Oh yes, you should check the website, the glory hole is one of the busiest places in town at the moment! I mean, they just have to close their eyes and think it's a girl doing the business. I take care of the rest."
"Good Lord... Greg, don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
Simon's shock seemed to amuse Gregory more than anything else.
"I had one. But a man has to look after himself! I certainly do not intend to die in the near future. Since I don't have the money to afford large bottles of semen, I had to provide a service in exchange!"
He mimicked a blowjob by playing with his tongue in his mouth.
Later that night, I could not help myself from checking his website. I was kind of reassured that I did not get hard while checking the videos of Gregory sucking dicks and eating cum.
My interest was piqued though. Crazy how far some people would go...
On campus, things were getting even more bizarre if you can believe it.
Betas and Alphas were naturally separating and we could even see a pattern of Beta "boys" rendering services for Alpha "men" in exchange of... Well, you can guess!
"I do your homework; you spray me with your loads" kind of deals.
I noticed that Gregory would often go to the toilets with some of the Alpha Males of the school, including my roommate Diego.
I had no idea that Diego would ever let a guy blow his cock but there was no mystery as to what was going on in there. Especially because Greg did not care about wiping cum from his lips in a very public fashion afterwards.
At least, Simon seemed as baffled as I was by this turn of event and did not participate in the extra-curricular activities in the bathrooms.
As our law professor was coming out of the toilets followed by Gregory, Simon mumbled to me:
"This is going too far. I'm sure Professor Dentons just fed Greg! Did anyone on this campus have any decency whatsoever? Cannot they keep their sperm for their wives?"
"I don't think Dentons is married." I matter-of-factly stated.
"Probably a fag then..."
I remained silent.
I did not like when Simon was calling other people "fags", especially since I had often been the subject of his mockery when he was Franck's best buddy.
And were we really in a position to make any comment? Simon himself was looking for sperm to purchase all over the Internet!
Franck Karter walked next to us to go into the same bathroom.
"I kinda need to get a release, is any of you interested?"
[Chapter 6 continues below]
Chapter 22 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"!
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THE CURE
Chapter 6: It's a whole new world (Part 1)
I had been diagnosed as a Beta male for only seven days but it felt like an eternity had passed.
In the span of a single week, the whole world had been turned upside down.
Sure, there was a significant drop in the number of deaths, and even more so in the number of people experiencing symptoms -- the results of the Cure were levelling-up to most of the expectations -, but people had gone insane.
Everyone had become obsessed with cum!
And when I say "everyone", I also include myself.
Jizz was basically the only thing in my mind!
Swallowing a shot glass of sperm each morning while the entire city, including my class and team mates were masturbating nearby was quite the experience, but going from two ejaculations a day to none in an entire week, this part of the Protocol was driving me mad!
To resist temptations, I avoided looking at girls as much as possible but it made things only worse, as I was now getting aroused with no apparent reason. Everywhere. Every hour of the day, or of the night.
The slightest thought or mention of sex would get me to full mast. Even when it was semi-flaccid, my dick was constantly leaking. I got stains all over my underwear... and on the fabric of my rowing singlet.
Coach Jordan noticed... You bet!
Was I loosing too much precum? Was it dangerous for my health?
The worst part was that while I was experiencing the biggest blue balls of my life, everyone else around me seemed to be beating their meat 24/7!
The guys from the rowing team were now fully committed to make big bucks out of their (Alpha) balls. They were constantly fapping when they were at home, and more and more openly.
I mean, we were living in a world where the President could jerk-off live on television, so a group of frat guys rubbing one out in the shared living-space did not seem like much of a big deal.
Seeing them stroking their huge cocks (damn, why did they all have to be so hung?!) was like torture to me! I wanted to stroke my own dick so fucking bad.
They would usually pass some sort of container (a bowl, a glass, a vase...) among themselves to bust their loads in, and then, they would store their fresh jizz inside the fridge. Right next to my breakfast.
I had been proposed by Gino to taste some, - on the side and for free -, but I refused the offer. I had somewhat wrapped my mind around swallowing strangers' cum but my mates... No, that was another sick level!
Besides, some of the guys from the frat house were really against sharing their seeds with Simon and I.
The coxswain Jason (the little prick) told everyone bluntly:
"If they want the juice, they have to pay, just like everybody else!"
"We are a team!" Gino argued back on my behalf. "It's like Coach Jordan always says, we should have each other's back."
"You're only saying that because you want a good excuse to spray your boyfriend with your spunk so bad, homo!" Franck teased him.
What a fucking hypocrite! Karter had been the only one letting me sip on his cum right after his passage in the cubicle at the CUM Centre.
A couple of times, I almost reached out to Franck when he was coming out of the cubicle to find out if he had any "leftovers" for me, but we were never alone and I was still too ashamed to ask in front of the other guys.
"Fuck off, Franck. You know we need that bullshit." Simon said, leaving the room angrily.
The Jackson twins were still laughing at the homo joke. That was so hilarious to pretend that Gino and I were dating... Very mature.
I knew that Simon was pissed because he was genuinely interested in purchasing the bowl of creamy jizz sitting in our fridge.
His parents did not have any money problem but apparently, they had been scammed trying to purchase some fresh batches of cum online.
I specify "fresh" because, as the days progressed, there were tons of experimentations made by Doctor Seeder's team, - Seeder was pretty much appearing every day on T.V., - and the latest reports showed that the effects of the Cure were much stronger if the sperm was consumed right after ejaculation.
I got quite concerned by this piece of news.
Anyway, their little business of selling jizz was creating frictions inside the house, even among the Alphas.
Franck was nutting buckets (and often), and he was therefore responsible for half of the jizz stored in that freaking bowl. Diego, Peter and Franck had already had multiple fights on the share of the profits and the best ways to find new Beta customers.
I mean... I was right there!
Between the fapping, the drama in the house, and the visitation to the CuM Centre each morning, my life had turned into a succession of cringy moments.
Still, I think that the Centre was the place where I was feeling the most awkward, especially because I was now constantly hard. Weirdly, my dick was getting particularly stiffed when I was there!
The "Alphas" had got desensitized to donating their sperm and jacking off in public and, as a result, more and more men were touching themselves even before entering their cubicle. Rubbing their crotches, putting their hands under their jeans, or even jerking-off right in the open.
In some sick ways, it was getting me aroused.
See, I wanted to switch places with them, to feel my dick pressed by my fingers, stroke it slowly... Hmmm... The way those hundreds of Alpha males were caressing themselves nonchalantly. Preparing themselves to release nutritious cum. I wanted that too! SO BAD.
I looked at Big D. who was one of the first Alphas to take his gigantic dick out of his pants to "get in the mood" as he was the next one in line to get into a cubicle.
I envied everything about him. His large muscles. His huge cock. His carelessness about the fact that it was dripping precum everywhere -- what a waste! -. His massive balls which were maturing healthy Alpha juice. His large hand caressing and toying with his cock-head.
My own dick was throbbing in my pants.
Fuck my life! When I told you that I was becoming insane!
Some of the frat guys had started to follow the same exhibitionist path.
Franck and the Jackson twins, although a bit more discreetly than Darius, were obviously caressing themselves while they were waiting in their respective lines, checking some porn on their phones.
At least, they had not reached Coach Jordan's level of comfort yet.
That day (my seventh at the CuM Centre), the rowing Coach masturbated his big dick with the blue curtain from his cubicle wide open. Why did he need to do that?! Just like in the college's gymnasium, he was directly looking at me.
I had swallowed his sperm already. And there he was, tempting me again, daring me to catch it right from his veiny cock. Since he was only wearing some shorts and flip-flops when he came in to the Centre, he was now sitting entirely naked on his stool.
The Coach was caressing his nipples while moaning loudly before the climax. What a perv!
But I knew I could not blame him. He was pumping his horse dick for me, to satisfy my Beta needs.
Again, I was hating myself for getting hard while watching him.
Some guys were uneasy in the line near the Coach's cubicle, but no one was really surprised at this point. The turnover was so dense in the Centre that Coach Jordan was far from being the only one showing-off.
We were only between men after all. It was like a giant locker-room, no need to be modest or shy!
Day after day, more guys were entering their cubicles all ready to cum and only needed to jack off for a few seconds before depositing their sperm in their cups.
Efficiency was encouraged by the State. The quicker, the better! This was no time for prudes.
I must say that the interview given by President Harrison the night before had loosened-up even the shyer guys.
Apparently, our President wanted to show that there was no shame in the daily and mandatory exercise of masturbation and ejaculation in a cup. It was a patriotic act after all!
So, there he was, sliding down his fancy suit pants in the oval office and masturbating for the male reporter in front of him and the whole country to see. Live.
That was definitely something I never thought I would witness!
The President came in a glass after fifteen minutes of outrageous close-ups on his cockhead and sensual lips biting. He nutted right when I was finishing my Greek yogurt.
The guys were laughing it off. Gino's jaw had dropped. Bon Appetit!
President Harrison was fairly well endowed and the next day, the press could not help themselves from running headlines such as:
"President Harrison fights the Disease, in a BIG way!"
"President H...ung, shows us how it is done!"
"Finally, a President with some BALLS!"
In the meantime, rumours that the single ounce of sperm a day would merely suffice to avoid the Betas getting sick had spread.
Around me, some of my fellow Betas boys were finding alternative options to get more supplies in their stomachs.
Steven Aclove had gone from being disgusted by semen -- and spiting it on my face -- to actively search for it everywhere he could.
His parents were determined to have him be the first Beta boy officially cured and they had ordered three gallons of sperm from a place called the "CUM Factory" for his personal use. They had to mortgage their house to place the order.
But as it turned out, you did not need to be rich to get some extra-spunk!
Gregory Marshall presented himself in the Centre wearing one very attention-drawing tee-shirt. The front said:
"Tired of cumming in a bottle? CUM in a good-sucking mouth instead!"
A postal address was written on the back of the tee-shirt, below the mention:
"GLORY HOLE OPEN AT:"
Some other betas addressed complaints, they found this to be a lewd and unfair behaviour, but this was not against the laws.
Only the first load of the day belonged to the State, Alpha men could otherwise do whatever they liked with their semen. Including emptying themselves inside Gregory Marshall's eager throat.
I saw some elderly guys writing the address from the tee-shirt on their pads.
"You're crazy, dude!" Simon said to Gregory.
"Why? Because I want to survive?"
"You want to survive my ass! You just want to suck dicks!"
Gregory did not take offense; he was very comfortable with being gay.
"Well, why not mixing business with pleasure? I gotta say, it's pretty funny to see those so-called straight married daddies offering me their dicks. They're lining up, you know!"
"Is this really working?" I asked.
"Oh yes, you should check the website, the glory hole is one of the busiest places in town at the moment! I mean, they just have to close their eyes and think it's a girl doing the business. I take care of the rest."
"Good Lord... Greg, don't you have a boyfriend or something?"
Simon's shock seemed to amuse Gregory more than anything else.
"I had one. But a man has to look after himself! I certainly do not intend to die in the near future. Since I don't have the money to afford large bottles of semen, I had to provide a service in exchange!"
He mimicked a blowjob by playing with his tongue in his mouth.
Later that night, I could not help myself from checking his website. I was kind of reassured that I did not get hard while checking the videos of Gregory sucking dicks and eating cum.
My interest was piqued though. Crazy how far some people would go...
On campus, things were getting even more bizarre if you can believe it.
Betas and Alphas were naturally separating and we could even see a pattern of Beta "boys" rendering services for Alpha "men" in exchange of... Well, you can guess!
"I do your homework; you spray me with your loads" kind of deals.
I noticed that Gregory would often go to the toilets with some of the Alpha Males of the school, including my roommate Diego.
I had no idea that Diego would ever let a guy blow his cock but there was no mystery as to what was going on in there. Especially because Greg did not care about wiping cum from his lips in a very public fashion afterwards.
At least, Simon seemed as baffled as I was by this turn of event and did not participate in the extra-curricular activities in the bathrooms.
As our law professor was coming out of the toilets followed by Gregory, Simon mumbled to me:
"This is going too far. I'm sure Professor Dentons just fed Greg! Did anyone on this campus have any decency whatsoever? Cannot they keep their sperm for their wives?"
"I don't think Dentons is married." I matter-of-factly stated.
"Probably a fag then..."
I remained silent.
I did not like when Simon was calling other people "fags", especially since I had often been the subject of his mockery when he was Franck's best buddy.
And were we really in a position to make any comment? Simon himself was looking for sperm to purchase all over the Internet!
Franck Karter walked next to us to go into the same bathroom.
"I kinda need to get a release, is any of you interested?"
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THE CURE
Chapter 6: It's a whole new world (Part 2)
He grabbed his balls lewdly. To be fair, he was doing that ten times a day, at least.
We both gave him the middle finger and Franck smiled.
"Your loss, Betas!"
I did not think it was a serious offer though, Franck was making too much money by selling his spunk. His hyperspermia was a gold mine.
It seemed like not a single guy was just cumming for pleasure anymore. Every Alpha was storing their precious sperm. Some girls even started to complain they could not have sex anymore but it is difficult to turn your back on good money.
I guess that I would have probably done the same in their position.
"I cannot wait to be done with that shit. Organic Cure my ass, this is the worst." Simon said as we were walking into our history class.
"Yeah... I think I might join my mother's praying for getting good results for the next testing." I replied ironically.
Or maybe not so ironically.
"My dad has finally found a legit source. That CUM Factory, that's a real thing, he checked."
I made a weird face.
"You're going to order from them too? How does it even work?"
"Like purchasing anything else, the CUM Factory is owned by a private business, the C.E.D. Corporation. I mean, it makes sense, the company is paying guys to jerk-off in their facilities. They harvest the semen and then, they sell it back to Betas, acting like a middle man of some sort. See how difficult it is for the guys at home to organize themselves."
"I guess. I try not to think too much about it."
"My dad told me that the male employees there are selected according to the size of their junks and they are requested to cum at least four times a day. To keep their jobs, they need to follow a strict diet to ingest a crazy number of proteins. When you think about it, they feed them and milk them like farm animals."
"Dude... How fucked-up is that?"
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"It's great for the economy though. A lot of new jobs and new opportunities. Anyway, there is a large waiting list, I don't know how Alcove got some, but my dad managed to make an order. Besides, the company is way more careful than the authorities about selecting the sperm and they make sure to give you actual efficient dose. Not the one-ounce bullshit."
Again, I was concerned. Was the single ounce of jizz that I was drinking every day sufficient to keep me alive?
Probably not...
When I checked the prices on the CUM Factory's website the following night, I quickly gave up on the idea to place an order.
I thought about my options (and tried to ignore my constant raging hard-on).
Maybe I should reconsider Gino's offer and make a deal with him? He had lost his brother. He genuinely wanted to help me. He was cumming three times a day at least... If I could get just some of that, half of an ejaculation, maybe that would help?
I was waiting in our room anxiously, thinking about the ways I could ask him to cum in a glass for me. I also contemplated the idea of sipping some cum from the bowl in the fridge at night. If I were to take very little of it, nobody would know. But if I got caught...
Gino was not coming back though. I was pacing around.
I waited for my cock to go down (at least at half-mast) and I decided to go down the stairs to socialize with the guys for once. I had heard them laughing hysterically a couple of times.
I regretted joining them as soon as I had reached the living-room.
Aside from Simon who was not there, all my roommates were sitting on the sofas and armchairs, stark naked, stroking their dicks to a trashy porn.
It was a bukkake scene from an old porn website that I knew. "Claudio's studios". That guy had been producing the raunchiest stuff in the early 2010's and 2020's, vintage stuff. In this one, a blond girl with a pony tail was swallowing dozens and dozens of cocks.
The guys did not realize I was there at first. Their moans, the fapping noises and the sounds of the porn had covered my steps.
I was about to go back when Diego caught me:
"Dude, are you watching us!?"
Seven pairs of eyes turned towards me. Jason let go of his cock.
"I... I just came down." I mumbled. "I was going to... I..."
"And why are you just in your underwear?" Jason enquired.
"Because I live here! I was about to go to sleep, asshole."
It was rich coming from him; they were all naked!
"Speaking about asshole..."
Andre Jackson lifted his ass in the air and let go of a preposterous fart.
I had a front view of his hairy musky asshole. Classy!
His twin brother who was jerking off next to him, their legs were almost intertwined with each other, got pissed.
"Fuck you, bro!" He slapped him on his thigh.
"Damn, you stink!" Diego threw a cushion at Andre.
The guys started to chuckle. Most of them still had their hands around their cocks though. I looked at Gino, he tried to stay focused on the porn movie, his hairy cock being pumped by his two hands.
Lucky bastard! I wish I could do the same!
The girl on the porn was swallowing many loads of cum in the meantime. I wondered if bukkake porn was still authorized by laws given the importance that not wasting cum had taken in our lives.
I bet there were producing content with some willing Betas...
A crazy idea crossed my mind. Shooting a bukkake scene, that was a good way to be fed generously and even getting paid for it!
"We just had an order. A guy is coming to fetch our fresh loads in the next fifteen minutes, we promised him some good juice from Alpha jocks." Franck explained.
"We have to cum quickly." Gino said, sounding almost apologetic.
There was a huge bowl made of glass in the middle of them all, on the coffee table.
I had cold sweats.
"Ok... I..."
"You can stay." Franck said.
"No! That's weird!" Jason immediately protested.
"He's part of the team. Bros have to stick together."
The girl on the tv was making bubbles in her mouth. She was swallowing so much jizz. Why did I keep on thinking she was lucky?!
That was sick!
"Stay." Franck settled.
I should have fought back. Why would I have wanted to stay there, watching them stroke their cocks?
Yet, something was keeping me still.
I was like mesmerized by these range of cocks moving up and down before my eyes. Gino was already precumming a lot, his pubic hair was glistening with sweat and precum.
"Fuck, you're getting hard, man!" Jason barked at me.
"Someone likes seeing Alpha Guys pleasuring themselves! Right?" Diego teased me.
Once again, what a hypocrite! Diego had been sucked by a gay guy that same exact day!
"Shhh! Who cares? Look, Dan is a good guy, right? He's a member of the team, right?" Franck intervened.
They all mumbled a yes, except for Gino who dared to be a little more committal.
"He totally is!"
My best friend was avoiding looking at me though.
"We know we always spill everywhere when we cum. If some juice is sprayed out of the bowl, by mistake, we could have him get a lick, no?" Franck proposed.
"Yeah." Gino confirmed.
Still not a single look towards me. I had not talked in a while, I felt like I was paralyzed.
"Guys, let's help out a bro in need!"
"I could not care less if he wants to eat the residue." Peter conceded.
How nice of him...
Peter spat on his long cock to make it slimier. I would often do the same when jerking-off... Back then.
"Yeah, he can be our special cleaning lady after we're done, I hate finding stains of cum on the furniture the next morning." Andre approved.
He was really serious. They all were. I started shaking.
But I did not say anything.
I did not push back.
I did not run away.
"Can you stop with the blabbering, I'm trying to jizz!" Tyrone said, standing up to get closer to the bowl.
It was time then; I was about to see him bust his loads.
Jason was right, I was getting hard. Uncontrollably, my dick was getting to full-mast watching those guys stroking their juicy meat.
The slut in the porn was opening her mouth wide, Tyrone was fixating on her.
"Fuck yeah... I'll feed you, slut."
He let go of a first huge volley of thick white cum, straight inside the bowl, and then several thinner volleys -- still creamy though -- on the same spot. A droplet was dangling from his cockhead when he was done.
Was it mine to swallow?
Ty shook his big black cock and the last drop fell into the bowl as well. That one would be for the mysterious buyer then.
The guys had moved their attention back to the TV screen, only Franck was glancing at me from time to time. I was still standing awkwardly in the corner of the room.
I was day-dreaming of joining them and stroking my dick as well.
My hand mindlessly got nearer to my crotch. I was very tempted but I could not, it was way too risky to waste my Beta cum.
Jason was the second one to nut.
Visibly, my presence did not disturb him that much! His cum was mostly translucent though, probably shitty quality. He aimed straight at the bowl as he did not want to leave any of it for me, but that was good, I did not want any of his mediocre loads!
He left the room once he was done, checking my hard-on with a disapproving look when he passed me by.
Tyrone, on the other hand, had sat back right next to his brother. He was playing with his softening cock while watching the end of the porn and his twin brother finishing himself. Those dudes had always been shameless so I was not too surprised.
Peter and Diego were ready at the same time. They stood up from the sofa they were sitting on and aimed their two leaking cocks towards the bowl at the same time.
Bros being bros!
There were some miss-shots and even some friendly fire. Peter's left thigh took a huge hit. Creamy spunk was dripping down his muscular leg.
"Sorry, bro."
"We said, aim at the bowl, prick, not at me! Besides, we have a customer waiting for us!" Peter complained to Diego.
"Dan!"
Franck was calling on me but I did not react.
"Hello?! Dan?! It's your shot, now. Get to the cleaning, before that shit dries!"
I stared at the residue of spunk sticking against Peter's thigh and the volley of cum which had landed on the coffee table.
I was stunned.
"Dude, that's good for your health." Gino spoke in a calm voice.
That was the last push that I needed. Admittedly, it had not taken much. If Gino was encouraging me, it could only mean it was the right thing to do.
I walked towards the coffee table. Jesus, I had not thought this through... This was so humiliating, I had to get on my knees to lick the table off.
See, I could have used my fingers to collect the jizz and slide it back in my mouth, but for some reason, I licked it off. Like a dog.
Or more accurately, like a bitch.
The guys cheered and laughed.
"Best maid ever!" Diego boasted.
I smiled. I had to pretend to be in on the joke, that is the first lesson to survive a hazing in college. Showing emotions would only backfire against me, make me look weak. I properly cleaned off the table.
I did not mind the taste of jizz anymore. I would even say that Diego's fresh sperm tasted better than what I was used to at the Centre.
"You forgot some!" Franck insisted.
I knew what he was talking about. I turned my head and there was Peter's thigh right next to me. A rower's manly hairy thigh.
I slurped the cum off his leg too. There was a new flavour there: Diego's cum and Peter's sweat mixed altogether.
"Gross!" Peter complained, but he was laughing with the others as he looked down on me.
I had almost no time to process what I had just done that I saw a huge black cock coming my way, almost slapping my face.
It was Andre.
"I'm cuuuuuuuumming! Don't obstruct the bowl!!" He yelled.
Too late!
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Chapter 6: It's a whole new world (Part 2)
He grabbed his balls lewdly. To be fair, he was doing that ten times a day, at least.
We both gave him the middle finger and Franck smiled.
"Your loss, Betas!"
I did not think it was a serious offer though, Franck was making too much money by selling his spunk. His hyperspermia was a gold mine.
It seemed like not a single guy was just cumming for pleasure anymore. Every Alpha was storing their precious sperm. Some girls even started to complain they could not have sex anymore but it is difficult to turn your back on good money.
I guess that I would have probably done the same in their position.
"I cannot wait to be done with that shit. Organic Cure my ass, this is the worst." Simon said as we were walking into our history class.
"Yeah... I think I might join my mother's praying for getting good results for the next testing." I replied ironically.
Or maybe not so ironically.
"My dad has finally found a legit source. That CUM Factory, that's a real thing, he checked."
I made a weird face.
"You're going to order from them too? How does it even work?"
"Like purchasing anything else, the CUM Factory is owned by a private business, the C.E.D. Corporation. I mean, it makes sense, the company is paying guys to jerk-off in their facilities. They harvest the semen and then, they sell it back to Betas, acting like a middle man of some sort. See how difficult it is for the guys at home to organize themselves."
"I guess. I try not to think too much about it."
"My dad told me that the male employees there are selected according to the size of their junks and they are requested to cum at least four times a day. To keep their jobs, they need to follow a strict diet to ingest a crazy number of proteins. When you think about it, they feed them and milk them like farm animals."
"Dude... How fucked-up is that?"
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"It's great for the economy though. A lot of new jobs and new opportunities. Anyway, there is a large waiting list, I don't know how Alcove got some, but my dad managed to make an order. Besides, the company is way more careful than the authorities about selecting the sperm and they make sure to give you actual efficient dose. Not the one-ounce bullshit."
Again, I was concerned. Was the single ounce of jizz that I was drinking every day sufficient to keep me alive?
Probably not...
When I checked the prices on the CUM Factory's website the following night, I quickly gave up on the idea to place an order.
I thought about my options (and tried to ignore my constant raging hard-on).
Maybe I should reconsider Gino's offer and make a deal with him? He had lost his brother. He genuinely wanted to help me. He was cumming three times a day at least... If I could get just some of that, half of an ejaculation, maybe that would help?
I was waiting in our room anxiously, thinking about the ways I could ask him to cum in a glass for me. I also contemplated the idea of sipping some cum from the bowl in the fridge at night. If I were to take very little of it, nobody would know. But if I got caught...
Gino was not coming back though. I was pacing around.
I waited for my cock to go down (at least at half-mast) and I decided to go down the stairs to socialize with the guys for once. I had heard them laughing hysterically a couple of times.
I regretted joining them as soon as I had reached the living-room.
Aside from Simon who was not there, all my roommates were sitting on the sofas and armchairs, stark naked, stroking their dicks to a trashy porn.
It was a bukkake scene from an old porn website that I knew. "Claudio's studios". That guy had been producing the raunchiest stuff in the early 2010's and 2020's, vintage stuff. In this one, a blond girl with a pony tail was swallowing dozens and dozens of cocks.
The guys did not realize I was there at first. Their moans, the fapping noises and the sounds of the porn had covered my steps.
I was about to go back when Diego caught me:
"Dude, are you watching us!?"
Seven pairs of eyes turned towards me. Jason let go of his cock.
"I... I just came down." I mumbled. "I was going to... I..."
"And why are you just in your underwear?" Jason enquired.
"Because I live here! I was about to go to sleep, asshole."
It was rich coming from him; they were all naked!
"Speaking about asshole..."
Andre Jackson lifted his ass in the air and let go of a preposterous fart.
I had a front view of his hairy musky asshole. Classy!
His twin brother who was jerking off next to him, their legs were almost intertwined with each other, got pissed.
"Fuck you, bro!" He slapped him on his thigh.
"Damn, you stink!" Diego threw a cushion at Andre.
The guys started to chuckle. Most of them still had their hands around their cocks though. I looked at Gino, he tried to stay focused on the porn movie, his hairy cock being pumped by his two hands.
Lucky bastard! I wish I could do the same!
The girl on the porn was swallowing many loads of cum in the meantime. I wondered if bukkake porn was still authorized by laws given the importance that not wasting cum had taken in our lives.
I bet there were producing content with some willing Betas...
A crazy idea crossed my mind. Shooting a bukkake scene, that was a good way to be fed generously and even getting paid for it!
"We just had an order. A guy is coming to fetch our fresh loads in the next fifteen minutes, we promised him some good juice from Alpha jocks." Franck explained.
"We have to cum quickly." Gino said, sounding almost apologetic.
There was a huge bowl made of glass in the middle of them all, on the coffee table.
I had cold sweats.
"Ok... I..."
"You can stay." Franck said.
"No! That's weird!" Jason immediately protested.
"He's part of the team. Bros have to stick together."
The girl on the tv was making bubbles in her mouth. She was swallowing so much jizz. Why did I keep on thinking she was lucky?!
That was sick!
"Stay." Franck settled.
I should have fought back. Why would I have wanted to stay there, watching them stroke their cocks?
Yet, something was keeping me still.
I was like mesmerized by these range of cocks moving up and down before my eyes. Gino was already precumming a lot, his pubic hair was glistening with sweat and precum.
"Fuck, you're getting hard, man!" Jason barked at me.
"Someone likes seeing Alpha Guys pleasuring themselves! Right?" Diego teased me.
Once again, what a hypocrite! Diego had been sucked by a gay guy that same exact day!
"Shhh! Who cares? Look, Dan is a good guy, right? He's a member of the team, right?" Franck intervened.
They all mumbled a yes, except for Gino who dared to be a little more committal.
"He totally is!"
My best friend was avoiding looking at me though.
"We know we always spill everywhere when we cum. If some juice is sprayed out of the bowl, by mistake, we could have him get a lick, no?" Franck proposed.
"Yeah." Gino confirmed.
Still not a single look towards me. I had not talked in a while, I felt like I was paralyzed.
"Guys, let's help out a bro in need!"
"I could not care less if he wants to eat the residue." Peter conceded.
How nice of him...
Peter spat on his long cock to make it slimier. I would often do the same when jerking-off... Back then.
"Yeah, he can be our special cleaning lady after we're done, I hate finding stains of cum on the furniture the next morning." Andre approved.
He was really serious. They all were. I started shaking.
But I did not say anything.
I did not push back.
I did not run away.
"Can you stop with the blabbering, I'm trying to jizz!" Tyrone said, standing up to get closer to the bowl.
It was time then; I was about to see him bust his loads.
Jason was right, I was getting hard. Uncontrollably, my dick was getting to full-mast watching those guys stroking their juicy meat.
The slut in the porn was opening her mouth wide, Tyrone was fixating on her.
"Fuck yeah... I'll feed you, slut."
He let go of a first huge volley of thick white cum, straight inside the bowl, and then several thinner volleys -- still creamy though -- on the same spot. A droplet was dangling from his cockhead when he was done.
Was it mine to swallow?
Ty shook his big black cock and the last drop fell into the bowl as well. That one would be for the mysterious buyer then.
The guys had moved their attention back to the TV screen, only Franck was glancing at me from time to time. I was still standing awkwardly in the corner of the room.
I was day-dreaming of joining them and stroking my dick as well.
My hand mindlessly got nearer to my crotch. I was very tempted but I could not, it was way too risky to waste my Beta cum.
Jason was the second one to nut.
Visibly, my presence did not disturb him that much! His cum was mostly translucent though, probably shitty quality. He aimed straight at the bowl as he did not want to leave any of it for me, but that was good, I did not want any of his mediocre loads!
He left the room once he was done, checking my hard-on with a disapproving look when he passed me by.
Tyrone, on the other hand, had sat back right next to his brother. He was playing with his softening cock while watching the end of the porn and his twin brother finishing himself. Those dudes had always been shameless so I was not too surprised.
Peter and Diego were ready at the same time. They stood up from the sofa they were sitting on and aimed their two leaking cocks towards the bowl at the same time.
Bros being bros!
There were some miss-shots and even some friendly fire. Peter's left thigh took a huge hit. Creamy spunk was dripping down his muscular leg.
"Sorry, bro."
"We said, aim at the bowl, prick, not at me! Besides, we have a customer waiting for us!" Peter complained to Diego.
"Dan!"
Franck was calling on me but I did not react.
"Hello?! Dan?! It's your shot, now. Get to the cleaning, before that shit dries!"
I stared at the residue of spunk sticking against Peter's thigh and the volley of cum which had landed on the coffee table.
I was stunned.
"Dude, that's good for your health." Gino spoke in a calm voice.
That was the last push that I needed. Admittedly, it had not taken much. If Gino was encouraging me, it could only mean it was the right thing to do.
I walked towards the coffee table. Jesus, I had not thought this through... This was so humiliating, I had to get on my knees to lick the table off.
See, I could have used my fingers to collect the jizz and slide it back in my mouth, but for some reason, I licked it off. Like a dog.
Or more accurately, like a bitch.
The guys cheered and laughed.
"Best maid ever!" Diego boasted.
I smiled. I had to pretend to be in on the joke, that is the first lesson to survive a hazing in college. Showing emotions would only backfire against me, make me look weak. I properly cleaned off the table.
I did not mind the taste of jizz anymore. I would even say that Diego's fresh sperm tasted better than what I was used to at the Centre.
"You forgot some!" Franck insisted.
I knew what he was talking about. I turned my head and there was Peter's thigh right next to me. A rower's manly hairy thigh.
I slurped the cum off his leg too. There was a new flavour there: Diego's cum and Peter's sweat mixed altogether.
"Gross!" Peter complained, but he was laughing with the others as he looked down on me.
I had almost no time to process what I had just done that I saw a huge black cock coming my way, almost slapping my face.
It was Andre.
"I'm cuuuuuuuumming! Don't obstruct the bowl!!" He yelled.
Too late!
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Welcome to our (twisted) family!I went ahead and paid for the Patreon. I had to know what was next. See you when you catch up losers
If you cannot wait to read the rest of this story, I post all the chapters 4 months in advance on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/thomaslodge.
Chapter 23 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"! (+ many, many more stories)
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THE CURE
Chapter 7: The Maid (Part 1)
I felt them pouring down on me. The thick volleys of cum, landing straight on my cheeks. Warm, sticky, creamy.
The first and second volleys hit my left cheek, the third stream did hit the intended target (the large bowl made of glass on the coffee table), but the fourth and fifth loads respectively landed on my nose and forehead.
In the span of just a few seconds, I was drenched with Andre's gooey jizz.
He did manage to finish his orgasm inside the bowl, but I had become the primary recipient.
"What the fuck, bro?! We have a buyer waiting for his batch of cum, we cannot waste it all on Dan!" Tyrone scolded his twin brother.
"He had his face right next to my cock! What was I supposed to do? I tried to aim but he was in the way..."
"Come on, you sprayed him on purpose!" Peter intervened. "And me as well, in the process! Guys, you have to stop freaking cum on me!"
Peter showed off his forearm where, no doubt, some spunk had landed.
"Relax, the maid is going to clean you off." Franck said.
As my mates started to argue and insult each other, I remained still, on my knees. I was stunned. Gino was staring at me, his hands on his cock. His fat, hard and dripping Italian cock, may I specify.
"Dude, the cum is dripping from you face, at least, make sure it slides down in the bowl so we can re-use it!"
It was Peter who made this remark but Franck was the one turning his words into action.
The rowing captain grabbed me by the hair and pulled until I was right above the container and the jizz was slowly dripping inside of it.
Talk about a humiliation...
The droplets were running down my nose and cheeks. Some inevitably passed through my lips which I kept shut.
It was ridiculous, I know. I was consuming cum on a daily basis but licking off the sperm sliding down my own face seemed like another step I was not ready to cross.
Besides, being smeared with jizz was encouraged by most studies as another efficient way to ingest the Cure. Especially when the cum was coming straight from a big healthy cock. I was probably helping my case here.
"I think most of it has dripped down in the bowl now." Gino intervened at some point.
I could not believe my best friend was jerking off while I was in this position, but at least, he was trying to help me out.
"Yeah, and I have to go for the bowl myself, I'm getting close. If he's obstructing again, I'll have to give him another facial." Franck pointed out.
Good Lord, a facial from Franck! I would probably disappear under the layers and layers of spunk.
"You can keep the jizz that's drying on your face for yourself." Gino said casually, still acting as my biggest support.
He was looking at Andre for confirmation. It was his sperm after all. But the black Adonis nodded yes: I was authorized to keep his semen as part of my "make-up".
I moved away from the bowl but remained on my knees.
Franck was standing up, getting ready to nut. Gino had reverted his attention back to the porn. The other guys were just watching the show, I mean, watching me. What were they thinking? Was I still their "rowing mate" after everything?
For one thing, I was glad that Jason had left before I was fully compromised.
The sound from the porn was super loud -- that trashy girl on the screen was very vocal about her passion for swallowing loads of cum -, but Franck was covering her with his even more expressive moans.
Although I knew him to be an exhibitionist, this performance was on a whole new level.
Franck was looking straight at me while caressing his nipples with one hand, and stroking his horse cock with the other.
He was clearly getting on by being watched and, it was pretty clear, having me on my knees.
From my point of view, his shaft simply looked humongous.
Not even talking about his massive balls on which my eyes were now fixating...
Despite his four or five ejaculations a day, they constantly looked heavy and full. Which incredible quantity of nutritious sperm was maturing in those nuts on an hourly basis!?
I was hypnotized by the slight contraction of his balls sack after each back and forth...
"Aaaaaaaah.... Hmmmmm..."
The precum was turning his cockhead white, there was a lot of foam already. The cum was dripping, leaking, Franck was about to jizz and he kept fapping furiously.
I envied him so much.
For a split second, I looked down at my own cock, still trapped in my underwear, still blatantly hard though. Even receiving a facial had not been sufficient to calm my erection.
I was a freak.
"Fuck.... I'm coming..."
I looked back up at the giant cock pulsating before my eyes. It seemed to have become even harder. Franck's big balls contracted and with a finale significant throb, the rowing captain started cumming.
Because his cock was so hard, he had to really push down against his shaft to aim towards the bowl. Some landed on his chest and neck but very quickly, he managed to hit the bowl.
There, we got the ultimate proof that Franck was not lying about his hyperspermia condition.
His ejaculation had nothing to do with the five guys who had gone before him. It was like Franck Karter was made of a different species.
His piss-slit opened wide and a huge creamy volley of cum splashed in the bowl... FUCK.
But that was just the beginning! The third and fourth volleys were even thicker and juicier.
With just those three loads (not counting the first one which had landed on his pecs), Franck had nutted something equivalent to all the other guys combined!
I could hardly believe my own eyes.
After his fifth, sixth and then seventh load, - that big dick was a never-ending fountain of spunk -, Franck was already responsible for half of the jizz filling the container!
He became less focused by the end and the sperm started flying around.
I suspected him to have purposely miss his last few shots. It seemed like he aimed right at the table so I would have something to clean off.
If he had, was it a kind help or an unfriendly gesture of him? It was becoming hard to tell.
To be clear, even if these were his eighth to eleventh loads, (I know, right!), Franck Karter was still cumming A LOT. Enough to have a small puddle of jizz sitting on the table, and soon enough, dripping from the edges.
Not to sound gay, but this ejaculation was objectively one of the most incredible things I had ever seen.
"Can you put it back inside the bowl?" Franck asked me when he was done.
He was panting. You bet that he needed to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm!
"Do it yourself!" Gino told him, coming at my rescue once again.
"Come on, we give him some nutritious spunk for free and I don't like dealing with cum. I'm not going to pour it back in the bowl myself."
"His call." Someone said.
Franck looked down at me, his veiny dick was deflating but his cockhead was still leaking. Was I becoming crazy or did I really think it looked tempting?
"Listen Dan, you can put the main shit in the bowl and licked your fingers off for the extra. The remaining juice on your fingers will be just for you! As a reward, you know."
I looked at the others.
Gino had shut his eyes. He needed to maintain his erection; he was the last one due to cum.
Diego and the Jackson brothers gave me an encouraging look. Or a pervy look. I could not tell for sure but they definitely seemed excited.
My mind was frozen either way.
Franck insisted.
"Dude, we're not giving out our spunk for free, you're supposed to be our maid. Remember?"
Did I agree to that? Unable to process what was happening or to think it through, like a puppet, I just did what I was told.
I picked up the cum with my hand -- it was still warm -- and, as much as I could, I tried to put it back in the bowl.
Jesus, the container was really getting filled-up! The lucky buyer would certainly not be disappointed... He would be fed some top-notch quality Alpha jock's sperm.
Once I had poured as much cum as possible in the bowl, -- the guys were checking if I was not keeping too much for myself -, I licked my fingers off.
"Suck them off!" Franck told me.
I gave him a weird look. Was he serious?
"Just an advice, bro. So, you can really clean it all off, that's some precious cargo there." He sucked his own middle finger off to show me it was no big deal.
Franck was grinning at me and the Jackson twins were giggling next to him. Bunch of idiots.
He was right though. At this point, I would as well get something out of this experience and ingest some more cum. Otherwise, what was the point?
Like I was consuming a very addicted drug, I started to suck my fingers and licked my hands off like a hungry animal.
I hated the fact that I could precisely tell that Franck's cum was tasting way better than any of our mates! It was the truth though. No shot of juice had felt sweeter than Franck's fresh and warm spunk on my fingers.
The rowing captain did look proud of himself.
He sat back down, his legs spread, a droplet of cum still dangling down his cockhead. It could fall on the wooden floor at any given moment.
"You can have this one too." Franck looked down at his flaccid (but impressive) dick.
I looked at it and I gulped.
This was going too far. Right? I had to put some sort of boundary... Or maybe... I had to consider my health first and foremost? That droplet of jizz could not hurt me... On the contrary!
"Come on, think about the testing coming up in a few weeks." Diego encouraged.
"Guys! You're crazy!" Peter said. "He's not going to swallow cum... Like that!"
"Straight from the tap!" Someone joked.
For the first time since this craziness had started, I talked. As it turned out, I had one single concern.
"I cannot blow your dick, Franck."
He chuckled. I guess it was all funny for him.
"Who said anything about sucking my big leaking dick, you perv?"
"I mean... I..."
"Just open your mouth, I'll shake my dick above your tongue. You won't have to touch my cock! Safety distance!"
I searched for Gino's approval but he was not giving me anything. It was like he was pretending that I was not there, jerking off to the freaking bukkake porn...
Everyone else in the room was committed to see how far I would go at this point. I guess this was entertaining for them.
"You promise? No funny business?" I asked Franck, contemplating my next move.
"Of course not! You think I want you to touch my freaking cock! I'm no fag!"
I had my doubts...
"No... But..."
"Look, Beta, I'm just doing you a favour. Take it!"
I nodded yes.
"And don't forget to tell Coach Jordan that I helped you out!"
Maybe it was all about the rowing team, then. Franck wanted to look good to the Coach.
I did not need to know the reasoning behind Franck's sudden generosity.
Once everything was said and done, I simply needed to ingest more cum.
I basically crawled towards Franck until I was right below his hanging cock.
I really had to arch myself since he was sitting down. If I had not been wearing my briefs, I would have been showing my asshole to the whole room.
[Chapter 7 continues below]
Chapter 23 of The Cure will be released on Thursday there!
Also available on Patreon: more illustrations of the characters, and the spin-off story "The Cum Factory"! (+ many, many more stories)
*
THE CURE
Chapter 7: The Maid (Part 1)
I felt them pouring down on me. The thick volleys of cum, landing straight on my cheeks. Warm, sticky, creamy.
The first and second volleys hit my left cheek, the third stream did hit the intended target (the large bowl made of glass on the coffee table), but the fourth and fifth loads respectively landed on my nose and forehead.
In the span of just a few seconds, I was drenched with Andre's gooey jizz.
He did manage to finish his orgasm inside the bowl, but I had become the primary recipient.
"What the fuck, bro?! We have a buyer waiting for his batch of cum, we cannot waste it all on Dan!" Tyrone scolded his twin brother.
"He had his face right next to my cock! What was I supposed to do? I tried to aim but he was in the way..."
"Come on, you sprayed him on purpose!" Peter intervened. "And me as well, in the process! Guys, you have to stop freaking cum on me!"
Peter showed off his forearm where, no doubt, some spunk had landed.
"Relax, the maid is going to clean you off." Franck said.
As my mates started to argue and insult each other, I remained still, on my knees. I was stunned. Gino was staring at me, his hands on his cock. His fat, hard and dripping Italian cock, may I specify.
"Dude, the cum is dripping from you face, at least, make sure it slides down in the bowl so we can re-use it!"
It was Peter who made this remark but Franck was the one turning his words into action.
The rowing captain grabbed me by the hair and pulled until I was right above the container and the jizz was slowly dripping inside of it.
Talk about a humiliation...
The droplets were running down my nose and cheeks. Some inevitably passed through my lips which I kept shut.
It was ridiculous, I know. I was consuming cum on a daily basis but licking off the sperm sliding down my own face seemed like another step I was not ready to cross.
Besides, being smeared with jizz was encouraged by most studies as another efficient way to ingest the Cure. Especially when the cum was coming straight from a big healthy cock. I was probably helping my case here.
"I think most of it has dripped down in the bowl now." Gino intervened at some point.
I could not believe my best friend was jerking off while I was in this position, but at least, he was trying to help me out.
"Yeah, and I have to go for the bowl myself, I'm getting close. If he's obstructing again, I'll have to give him another facial." Franck pointed out.
Good Lord, a facial from Franck! I would probably disappear under the layers and layers of spunk.
"You can keep the jizz that's drying on your face for yourself." Gino said casually, still acting as my biggest support.
He was looking at Andre for confirmation. It was his sperm after all. But the black Adonis nodded yes: I was authorized to keep his semen as part of my "make-up".
I moved away from the bowl but remained on my knees.
Franck was standing up, getting ready to nut. Gino had reverted his attention back to the porn. The other guys were just watching the show, I mean, watching me. What were they thinking? Was I still their "rowing mate" after everything?
For one thing, I was glad that Jason had left before I was fully compromised.
The sound from the porn was super loud -- that trashy girl on the screen was very vocal about her passion for swallowing loads of cum -, but Franck was covering her with his even more expressive moans.
Although I knew him to be an exhibitionist, this performance was on a whole new level.
Franck was looking straight at me while caressing his nipples with one hand, and stroking his horse cock with the other.
He was clearly getting on by being watched and, it was pretty clear, having me on my knees.
From my point of view, his shaft simply looked humongous.
Not even talking about his massive balls on which my eyes were now fixating...
Despite his four or five ejaculations a day, they constantly looked heavy and full. Which incredible quantity of nutritious sperm was maturing in those nuts on an hourly basis!?
I was hypnotized by the slight contraction of his balls sack after each back and forth...
"Aaaaaaaah.... Hmmmmm..."
The precum was turning his cockhead white, there was a lot of foam already. The cum was dripping, leaking, Franck was about to jizz and he kept fapping furiously.
I envied him so much.
For a split second, I looked down at my own cock, still trapped in my underwear, still blatantly hard though. Even receiving a facial had not been sufficient to calm my erection.
I was a freak.
"Fuck.... I'm coming..."
I looked back up at the giant cock pulsating before my eyes. It seemed to have become even harder. Franck's big balls contracted and with a finale significant throb, the rowing captain started cumming.
Because his cock was so hard, he had to really push down against his shaft to aim towards the bowl. Some landed on his chest and neck but very quickly, he managed to hit the bowl.
There, we got the ultimate proof that Franck was not lying about his hyperspermia condition.
His ejaculation had nothing to do with the five guys who had gone before him. It was like Franck Karter was made of a different species.
His piss-slit opened wide and a huge creamy volley of cum splashed in the bowl... FUCK.
But that was just the beginning! The third and fourth volleys were even thicker and juicier.
With just those three loads (not counting the first one which had landed on his pecs), Franck had nutted something equivalent to all the other guys combined!
I could hardly believe my own eyes.
After his fifth, sixth and then seventh load, - that big dick was a never-ending fountain of spunk -, Franck was already responsible for half of the jizz filling the container!
He became less focused by the end and the sperm started flying around.
I suspected him to have purposely miss his last few shots. It seemed like he aimed right at the table so I would have something to clean off.
If he had, was it a kind help or an unfriendly gesture of him? It was becoming hard to tell.
To be clear, even if these were his eighth to eleventh loads, (I know, right!), Franck Karter was still cumming A LOT. Enough to have a small puddle of jizz sitting on the table, and soon enough, dripping from the edges.
Not to sound gay, but this ejaculation was objectively one of the most incredible things I had ever seen.
"Can you put it back inside the bowl?" Franck asked me when he was done.
He was panting. You bet that he needed to catch his breath after such a strong orgasm!
"Do it yourself!" Gino told him, coming at my rescue once again.
"Come on, we give him some nutritious spunk for free and I don't like dealing with cum. I'm not going to pour it back in the bowl myself."
"His call." Someone said.
Franck looked down at me, his veiny dick was deflating but his cockhead was still leaking. Was I becoming crazy or did I really think it looked tempting?
"Listen Dan, you can put the main shit in the bowl and licked your fingers off for the extra. The remaining juice on your fingers will be just for you! As a reward, you know."
I looked at the others.
Gino had shut his eyes. He needed to maintain his erection; he was the last one due to cum.
Diego and the Jackson brothers gave me an encouraging look. Or a pervy look. I could not tell for sure but they definitely seemed excited.
My mind was frozen either way.
Franck insisted.
"Dude, we're not giving out our spunk for free, you're supposed to be our maid. Remember?"
Did I agree to that? Unable to process what was happening or to think it through, like a puppet, I just did what I was told.
I picked up the cum with my hand -- it was still warm -- and, as much as I could, I tried to put it back in the bowl.
Jesus, the container was really getting filled-up! The lucky buyer would certainly not be disappointed... He would be fed some top-notch quality Alpha jock's sperm.
Once I had poured as much cum as possible in the bowl, -- the guys were checking if I was not keeping too much for myself -, I licked my fingers off.
"Suck them off!" Franck told me.
I gave him a weird look. Was he serious?
"Just an advice, bro. So, you can really clean it all off, that's some precious cargo there." He sucked his own middle finger off to show me it was no big deal.
Franck was grinning at me and the Jackson twins were giggling next to him. Bunch of idiots.
He was right though. At this point, I would as well get something out of this experience and ingest some more cum. Otherwise, what was the point?
Like I was consuming a very addicted drug, I started to suck my fingers and licked my hands off like a hungry animal.
I hated the fact that I could precisely tell that Franck's cum was tasting way better than any of our mates! It was the truth though. No shot of juice had felt sweeter than Franck's fresh and warm spunk on my fingers.
The rowing captain did look proud of himself.
He sat back down, his legs spread, a droplet of cum still dangling down his cockhead. It could fall on the wooden floor at any given moment.
"You can have this one too." Franck looked down at his flaccid (but impressive) dick.
I looked at it and I gulped.
This was going too far. Right? I had to put some sort of boundary... Or maybe... I had to consider my health first and foremost? That droplet of jizz could not hurt me... On the contrary!
"Come on, think about the testing coming up in a few weeks." Diego encouraged.
"Guys! You're crazy!" Peter said. "He's not going to swallow cum... Like that!"
"Straight from the tap!" Someone joked.
For the first time since this craziness had started, I talked. As it turned out, I had one single concern.
"I cannot blow your dick, Franck."
He chuckled. I guess it was all funny for him.
"Who said anything about sucking my big leaking dick, you perv?"
"I mean... I..."
"Just open your mouth, I'll shake my dick above your tongue. You won't have to touch my cock! Safety distance!"
I searched for Gino's approval but he was not giving me anything. It was like he was pretending that I was not there, jerking off to the freaking bukkake porn...
Everyone else in the room was committed to see how far I would go at this point. I guess this was entertaining for them.
"You promise? No funny business?" I asked Franck, contemplating my next move.
"Of course not! You think I want you to touch my freaking cock! I'm no fag!"
I had my doubts...
"No... But..."
"Look, Beta, I'm just doing you a favour. Take it!"
I nodded yes.
"And don't forget to tell Coach Jordan that I helped you out!"
Maybe it was all about the rowing team, then. Franck wanted to look good to the Coach.
I did not need to know the reasoning behind Franck's sudden generosity.
Once everything was said and done, I simply needed to ingest more cum.
I basically crawled towards Franck until I was right below his hanging cock.
I really had to arch myself since he was sitting down. If I had not been wearing my briefs, I would have been showing my asshole to the whole room.
[Chapter 7 continues below]
THE CURE
Chapter 7: The Maid (Part 2)
Franck chuckled while dangling his big sausage above my face. I had my eyes and mouth wide opened to make sure not to miss a droplet.
I had never been very good at sports involving catching a ball but I was fairly confident I would catch that residue of Alpha jizz. I mean, my life was sort of depending on it.
"That's insane!" Tyrone whispered nearby.
His right foot was right next to my face. It stank like cheese by the way. I remembered vividly the smell of Tyrone's feet as I was waiting for the golden nectar to drop.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw the droplet of jizz detaching from Franck's piss slit, falling right towards my face, and it landed on my stuck-out tongue. Got it!
I swallowed the precious droplet immediately.
Curiously, that was the moment Gino chose, - or maybe, he could no longer control himself -, to nut in the bowl as well.
If his ejaculation did not match with Franck's (who freaking could?), my roommate still shot some massive creamy loads.
I was impressed. And horny! I felt some precum dripping down my own cock to my balls.
I have to confess something here. Somehow, a sick part of me wanted Gino to miss his shots. I wanted to have some leftovers. I wanted to taste him!
For the most part though, my best friend had aimed exactly where he was supposed to, and only a thin stream of white goo was running down on the outside of the bowl.
I did not wait for anyone to tell me to put the sperm back in the container, - I could not take that chance -, I hastily stuck my tongue and licked it all off.
THIS LOAD WAS MINE.
I got very self-conscious when I saw the guys' reactions. Peter and Tyrone looked properly shocked. I must have looked very eager to drink-up that sperm... To be fair, I was.
Thankfully, nobody had time to ponder about what had just happened since the front-door rang.
"That's our little Beta!" Diego said.
I had totally forgotten about the buyer who was supposed to cum. I mean, to come. Damn it, my brain is fucked-up.
"Right on time." Franck approved.
"Let's bring him the bowl but we need to make sure he gives us the money before handing him the product."
Diego, Franck and the Jackson twins left to take care of business.
I was left with Gino and Peter in the living-space.
Peter talked first. He seemed genuinely confused about the turn of events and I could not really blame him.
"Dude... I... What the fuck, Dan?! The way you slurped on that spunk! That's just..."
"What else is he supposed to do? Fucking die?" Gino replied angrily. "He needs to ingest cum to stay alive, what is so difficult to understand?"
Gino was putting his boxer briefs back on. I realized I was staring at his semi-flaccid Italian dick. I looked away.
"I mean, it's just gross... Who can say this is not fag shit?! But I guess... Respect... Frankly, I think I would rather die than doing what you do." Peter commented.
"Well, fuck you!" I snapped.
I stood up, only revealing my raging hard-on (God, damn it!) to the other two, and I went back into my room. I passed by Jason who was waiting near the stairs, discreetly checking what the other guys were doing outside. He looked at me like I was radioactive or something.
Asshole!
Fuck Peter, Fuck Jason, Fuck them all! As if I did not know how insane the situation was! As if I wanted be a Beta needy for cum! As if I had chosen to have the defect and be at-risk!
I was still shaking when Gino came in our shared room. Once again, it was up to him to calm me down.
"You did what you had to do, man. And we did what we had to do to help you out, as a team." He spoke.
"Bullshit. You only gave me the leftovers, your waste. I'm not the one enjoying the main course! Am I?!"
"This is why you're mad? Because we sell out to external guys? To paying customers? You wanted to swallow the whole bowl?"
"No! Fuck, Gino, I don't want your freaking spunk! I I... Well, Maybe, I do!"
I took a deep breath. I was tired to be mad all the damn time. I felt bad to bark at Gino, he was the only one truly in my corner. He deserved better.
"Look, Gino, I'm sorry, ok, I don't want to be like this, on edge. But this is so freaking frustrating. And I cannot cum to get some release, just once! At this point, I wish I could just purchase some batches from strangers and be done with the damn Cure. Simon's ways."
Gino shrugged his shoulders.
"You know that 90% of the stash sold online is bullshit. At least, you got some real Alpha spunk tonight. Even if it was "leftovers" as you say. And it was free!"
"Yeah... I... I promise I'm not mad at you. I have to stop complaining and accept this but damn it... I just did not know I was capable of..." I looked at the floor, ashamed. "Of doing what I did tonight."
Gino put his hand on my left shoulder.
"What you did tonight was brave. That's what it is. I know it's tough, bro, but in four weeks from now, it could be all over."
"I'd have to drink gallons of cum by then for it to be over this soon..."
"Then, you know what you have to do! Why do think this guy paid us thousands of dollars to swallow our cum?! He wants to get healed, and fast. All the Betas are following the same strategy at this point, and the sooner you'll get on that train, the better off you will be!"
I knew Gino was right but I hated thinking about that. I opted to move the discussion towards another topic.
"Who was the guy? Someone from the University?"
"Nope. His name is Allan, he looked like a farmer boy to me. He lives with his dad more than an hour away from here but he knows he can find good spunk near a campus full of jocks, so he travels a little. He told us that he might even move nearby for the duration of the Protocol."
"It's official. The World has really gone mad."
Gino chuckled.
"On this, you are right. Allan seemed happy with the batch we gave him but he was suspicious. He told us that, for next time, he wanted either to see us cum in front of him or to have a live-stream video so he could make sure the jizz was fresh. Straight from our balls. Franck had to show him his wet cockhead to convince him that we were legit."
"Good Lord..."
"Haven't you heard Doctor Seeder's interview earlier? Swallowing fresh jizz right after the ejaculation makes the Cure 90% more efficient compared to when it has been stored for a few hours."
"I know. I heard they might change the Protocol at the CUM Centre to take this into consideration... I wonder what they might do next."
There was a long silence.
We both knew there was no limit to what the Authorities could come up with.
"Oh, look, you dick is no longer hard!" Gino pointed-out suddenly.
He laughed.
I smiled too.
"A freaking miracle!" I conceded.
It did not last but I had the proof that my dick was still able to go back to its flaccid state. I was starting to doubt even that!
Sure enough though, I woke up with a raging hard-on in the middle of the night and I spent hours trying to go back to sleep, lying on my stiffed leaking cock... The sheets would get messy...
I reassured myself thinking that I had ingested more than my usual dose of spunk a few hours prior.
For better or for worse, that evening did not remain an isolated incident.
A new dynamic was being slowly established within the house.
Simon was more and more absent, - apparently, he was in constant search for jizz and we only got to see him at the CuM Centre on the morning -, and I had gotten back in with the guys. Except for Jason who was still avoiding me at all costs. (Jerk!)
However, our relationships were very different than before the Beta's results. Somehow, the "Maid" joke had become a reality.
My reality.
Because I could not pay them with money, I had to render some services so that the guys would let me have their "leftovers". It was only fair, they said.
It became a ritual, not so different from the hazing we had to go through before joining the fraternity.
Around 8 PM, we would all gather in the living room, they would fill-up various cups and glasses of jizz for future customers, and I would be permitted to lick off their waste. If I was nice enough, they would even purposely miss their shots so I could feed myself some more.
Andre and Franck seemed to be constantly hitting me "by mistake".
Overall, I thought this new habit was an important addition to the once ounce of sperm I was drinking each morning, without going too overboard.
I was not actively sucking cocks like Greg Marshall, or spending thousands of dollars on cum like Steve or Simon, but I was collecting some residue while helping the guys preparing their batches of spunk for the next buyer.
I would pour the missing cum-shots in a glass, or take care of emptying small cups in a bigger jar. I would always end up with jizz on my fingers and I simply had to lick it off.
No big deal. Right? At least, that was what I was telling myself to stay sane.
Franck was the first one to propose an extra shot of loads in exchange of a specific task. I had to wash and carefully iron his rowing singlet for a shot glass of his nectar. I considered his proposal, thinking about the (sweet) taste of his sperm.
"Nobody will know." He whispered in my ears.
We were inside the campus during lunch break, waiting in line to buy some sandwiches.
"Someone will see us; the house is always busy. And you cannot cum twice tonight..."
He gave me a smirk.
"Dude... I'm kinda horny, like, right fucking now! Just follow me to the restrooms. We can be discreet."
Although I had promised myself to never go that low, there I was. I became yet another Beta following an Alpha in the restrooms. But it was not that bad, right? I was not going to suck him off!
He did not even cum on my face. Although, I think that he seriously contemplated the idea.
Franck jerked-off in a cubicle while I was waiting right outside of it. In a way, it was less hands-on than what we were doing in the house.
He came on the toilet's wall and I just had to clean it all off.
If you could have seen how much jizz was dripping from these walls! It looked like a proper explosion had occurred. I thought about cubicle #7... I should have swallowed everything that day when I had the chance, instead of whining!
"We're going to make a great team, Dan. I need to burst my loads multiple times a day, just to keep sane... And... Well, you obviously need to swallow some good Alpha spunk. You're good to me, I'll be good to you."
I did not answer, I was too busy licking off the wall. It took me a while.
It was not some leftovers there, Franck had awarded me with a full meal. My first complete ejaculation.
"I'll drop my singlet in your room. Make sure it is ready for tomorrow night's training session."
"Sure." I said, my mouth full of his jizz.
He winked at me.
"Good boy."
I went back to collect the few droplets which had landed on the dirty floor. I truly was turning into a maid!
[MORE TO CUM]
See you next week to see how the situation of Dan evolves! Spoiler alert: it may involve more cum swallowing!
Chapter 7: The Maid (Part 2)
Franck chuckled while dangling his big sausage above my face. I had my eyes and mouth wide opened to make sure not to miss a droplet.
I had never been very good at sports involving catching a ball but I was fairly confident I would catch that residue of Alpha jizz. I mean, my life was sort of depending on it.
"That's insane!" Tyrone whispered nearby.
His right foot was right next to my face. It stank like cheese by the way. I remembered vividly the smell of Tyrone's feet as I was waiting for the golden nectar to drop.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I saw the droplet of jizz detaching from Franck's piss slit, falling right towards my face, and it landed on my stuck-out tongue. Got it!
I swallowed the precious droplet immediately.
Curiously, that was the moment Gino chose, - or maybe, he could no longer control himself -, to nut in the bowl as well.
If his ejaculation did not match with Franck's (who freaking could?), my roommate still shot some massive creamy loads.
I was impressed. And horny! I felt some precum dripping down my own cock to my balls.
I have to confess something here. Somehow, a sick part of me wanted Gino to miss his shots. I wanted to have some leftovers. I wanted to taste him!
For the most part though, my best friend had aimed exactly where he was supposed to, and only a thin stream of white goo was running down on the outside of the bowl.
I did not wait for anyone to tell me to put the sperm back in the container, - I could not take that chance -, I hastily stuck my tongue and licked it all off.
THIS LOAD WAS MINE.
I got very self-conscious when I saw the guys' reactions. Peter and Tyrone looked properly shocked. I must have looked very eager to drink-up that sperm... To be fair, I was.
Thankfully, nobody had time to ponder about what had just happened since the front-door rang.
"That's our little Beta!" Diego said.
I had totally forgotten about the buyer who was supposed to cum. I mean, to come. Damn it, my brain is fucked-up.
"Right on time." Franck approved.
"Let's bring him the bowl but we need to make sure he gives us the money before handing him the product."
Diego, Franck and the Jackson twins left to take care of business.
I was left with Gino and Peter in the living-space.
Peter talked first. He seemed genuinely confused about the turn of events and I could not really blame him.
"Dude... I... What the fuck, Dan?! The way you slurped on that spunk! That's just..."
"What else is he supposed to do? Fucking die?" Gino replied angrily. "He needs to ingest cum to stay alive, what is so difficult to understand?"
Gino was putting his boxer briefs back on. I realized I was staring at his semi-flaccid Italian dick. I looked away.
"I mean, it's just gross... Who can say this is not fag shit?! But I guess... Respect... Frankly, I think I would rather die than doing what you do." Peter commented.
"Well, fuck you!" I snapped.
I stood up, only revealing my raging hard-on (God, damn it!) to the other two, and I went back into my room. I passed by Jason who was waiting near the stairs, discreetly checking what the other guys were doing outside. He looked at me like I was radioactive or something.
Asshole!
Fuck Peter, Fuck Jason, Fuck them all! As if I did not know how insane the situation was! As if I wanted be a Beta needy for cum! As if I had chosen to have the defect and be at-risk!
I was still shaking when Gino came in our shared room. Once again, it was up to him to calm me down.
"You did what you had to do, man. And we did what we had to do to help you out, as a team." He spoke.
"Bullshit. You only gave me the leftovers, your waste. I'm not the one enjoying the main course! Am I?!"
"This is why you're mad? Because we sell out to external guys? To paying customers? You wanted to swallow the whole bowl?"
"No! Fuck, Gino, I don't want your freaking spunk! I I... Well, Maybe, I do!"
I took a deep breath. I was tired to be mad all the damn time. I felt bad to bark at Gino, he was the only one truly in my corner. He deserved better.
"Look, Gino, I'm sorry, ok, I don't want to be like this, on edge. But this is so freaking frustrating. And I cannot cum to get some release, just once! At this point, I wish I could just purchase some batches from strangers and be done with the damn Cure. Simon's ways."
Gino shrugged his shoulders.
"You know that 90% of the stash sold online is bullshit. At least, you got some real Alpha spunk tonight. Even if it was "leftovers" as you say. And it was free!"
"Yeah... I... I promise I'm not mad at you. I have to stop complaining and accept this but damn it... I just did not know I was capable of..." I looked at the floor, ashamed. "Of doing what I did tonight."
Gino put his hand on my left shoulder.
"What you did tonight was brave. That's what it is. I know it's tough, bro, but in four weeks from now, it could be all over."
"I'd have to drink gallons of cum by then for it to be over this soon..."
"Then, you know what you have to do! Why do think this guy paid us thousands of dollars to swallow our cum?! He wants to get healed, and fast. All the Betas are following the same strategy at this point, and the sooner you'll get on that train, the better off you will be!"
I knew Gino was right but I hated thinking about that. I opted to move the discussion towards another topic.
"Who was the guy? Someone from the University?"
"Nope. His name is Allan, he looked like a farmer boy to me. He lives with his dad more than an hour away from here but he knows he can find good spunk near a campus full of jocks, so he travels a little. He told us that he might even move nearby for the duration of the Protocol."
"It's official. The World has really gone mad."
Gino chuckled.
"On this, you are right. Allan seemed happy with the batch we gave him but he was suspicious. He told us that, for next time, he wanted either to see us cum in front of him or to have a live-stream video so he could make sure the jizz was fresh. Straight from our balls. Franck had to show him his wet cockhead to convince him that we were legit."
"Good Lord..."
"Haven't you heard Doctor Seeder's interview earlier? Swallowing fresh jizz right after the ejaculation makes the Cure 90% more efficient compared to when it has been stored for a few hours."
"I know. I heard they might change the Protocol at the CUM Centre to take this into consideration... I wonder what they might do next."
There was a long silence.
We both knew there was no limit to what the Authorities could come up with.
"Oh, look, you dick is no longer hard!" Gino pointed-out suddenly.
He laughed.
I smiled too.
"A freaking miracle!" I conceded.
It did not last but I had the proof that my dick was still able to go back to its flaccid state. I was starting to doubt even that!
Sure enough though, I woke up with a raging hard-on in the middle of the night and I spent hours trying to go back to sleep, lying on my stiffed leaking cock... The sheets would get messy...
I reassured myself thinking that I had ingested more than my usual dose of spunk a few hours prior.
For better or for worse, that evening did not remain an isolated incident.
A new dynamic was being slowly established within the house.
Simon was more and more absent, - apparently, he was in constant search for jizz and we only got to see him at the CuM Centre on the morning -, and I had gotten back in with the guys. Except for Jason who was still avoiding me at all costs. (Jerk!)
However, our relationships were very different than before the Beta's results. Somehow, the "Maid" joke had become a reality.
My reality.
Because I could not pay them with money, I had to render some services so that the guys would let me have their "leftovers". It was only fair, they said.
It became a ritual, not so different from the hazing we had to go through before joining the fraternity.
Around 8 PM, we would all gather in the living room, they would fill-up various cups and glasses of jizz for future customers, and I would be permitted to lick off their waste. If I was nice enough, they would even purposely miss their shots so I could feed myself some more.
Andre and Franck seemed to be constantly hitting me "by mistake".
Overall, I thought this new habit was an important addition to the once ounce of sperm I was drinking each morning, without going too overboard.
I was not actively sucking cocks like Greg Marshall, or spending thousands of dollars on cum like Steve or Simon, but I was collecting some residue while helping the guys preparing their batches of spunk for the next buyer.
I would pour the missing cum-shots in a glass, or take care of emptying small cups in a bigger jar. I would always end up with jizz on my fingers and I simply had to lick it off.
No big deal. Right? At least, that was what I was telling myself to stay sane.
Franck was the first one to propose an extra shot of loads in exchange of a specific task. I had to wash and carefully iron his rowing singlet for a shot glass of his nectar. I considered his proposal, thinking about the (sweet) taste of his sperm.
"Nobody will know." He whispered in my ears.
We were inside the campus during lunch break, waiting in line to buy some sandwiches.
"Someone will see us; the house is always busy. And you cannot cum twice tonight..."
He gave me a smirk.
"Dude... I'm kinda horny, like, right fucking now! Just follow me to the restrooms. We can be discreet."
Although I had promised myself to never go that low, there I was. I became yet another Beta following an Alpha in the restrooms. But it was not that bad, right? I was not going to suck him off!
He did not even cum on my face. Although, I think that he seriously contemplated the idea.
Franck jerked-off in a cubicle while I was waiting right outside of it. In a way, it was less hands-on than what we were doing in the house.
He came on the toilet's wall and I just had to clean it all off.
If you could have seen how much jizz was dripping from these walls! It looked like a proper explosion had occurred. I thought about cubicle #7... I should have swallowed everything that day when I had the chance, instead of whining!
"We're going to make a great team, Dan. I need to burst my loads multiple times a day, just to keep sane... And... Well, you obviously need to swallow some good Alpha spunk. You're good to me, I'll be good to you."
I did not answer, I was too busy licking off the wall. It took me a while.
It was not some leftovers there, Franck had awarded me with a full meal. My first complete ejaculation.
"I'll drop my singlet in your room. Make sure it is ready for tomorrow night's training session."
"Sure." I said, my mouth full of his jizz.
He winked at me.
"Good boy."
I went back to collect the few droplets which had landed on the dirty floor. I truly was turning into a maid!
[MORE TO CUM]
See you next week to see how the situation of Dan evolves! Spoiler alert: it may involve more cum swallowing!
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TL you must LYAO knowing we are all sitting in our homes stiff and leaking after reading your stuff. No complaints here. I have started drinking my own cum just to be on safe side. Waste not want not eh? Cheers.
You mf.I went ahead and paid for the Patreon. I had to know what was next. See you when you catch up losers
