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THE CURE

Chapter 8: The five seconds' rule (part 1)


"My fellow Americans, it has been fourteen glorious days since we have implemented the Protocol throughout the entire Nation. The time has come to share our first conclusions."

They were holding press conferences every couple of days but that night, it was one of the very important ones, where the entire population was mandated to watch.

We could literally get fined if we were caught doing anything else than listening to the President's address.

I was sitting with the rest of the guys in the locker-room, our eyes glued to Andre's iPad.

I was stuck between Tyrone and Franck. That was not a smart choice from my part, they were the two biggest guys of the team and they were crushing me with their thighs.

We were wearing our rowing singlets as we were about to start a training session, but Coach Jordan had been compelled to make us watch the press conference.

He was actually sitting with us, on an upper bench behind me, I felt his crotch right behind my neck. Sometimes, it was literally pressing against me, I swear I could feel the veins of his dick!

President Harrison was giving his speech, Doctor Seeder, - still looking like a crazy cartoon character, - was standing in his lab coat on his side.

"Thanks to the discovery of the miracle Cure and the dedication of the entire Country, we have already saved thousands and thousands of lives. I hereby have to show my immense gratitude for our Alpha Males population who has not hesitated to sacrifice their semen for the Common Good, and for the incredible work provided by both the Federal and Local Authorities who have combined their efforts to make this entire Protocol possible."

President Harrison made a praying sign with his hands to show his appreciation.

"Millions of American families are looking at you with pride, gratitude and admiration."

There was applause in the press conference room.

The President's popularity was at a whole time high despite some of the controversies and abuses in the new policies. A month prior, nobody was seeing an end to the crisis and the U.S. were sinking into a depressing hole, filled with young males' funerals...

But now, everything was different. The Land of the Free was, once again, full of possibilities.

To be fair, the fact that the population had gotten to see President Harrison stroke his huge cock and jizz on live-television might have something to do with his sudden boost in the polls!

Politics is all about perception, right? And what inspires more attraction than some massive dick energy?

"In the span of a couple of weeks, the number of deaths has dropped significantly by 51%, and the number of new cases of the Disease has dropped by a whopping 69%, showing us that the deaths will keep on decreasing in the following days." He continued.

More cheering followed that statement.

Coach Jordan hissed behind me. He moved closer, probably to get a better view of the screen, and his cock was now fully pressed against my neck.

Gino was clearly moved. Although he barely ever mentioned it, I knew that he was frustrated that the Cure had been discovered, just a few months too late, to save his brother's life.

"The past weeks have also taught us a lot on the Disease and the effectiveness of the Cure and Protocol in place. Speaking under Doctor Seeder's supervision here, we have identified that most of the new cases were due to the fact that some members of the Beta Males population, despite the Health Department's clear guidelines and instructions, could not help themselves from ejaculating..."

I gulped. One way or another, it was always our fault!

Simon and I looked at each other. I did not know how he was doing himself but as far as I was concerned, "not cumming" had become the biggest struggle in my life.

I could swallow my ounce of jizz each morning at the CuM Centre, I could lick the leftovers of spunk from my teammates and roommates, I could even render humiliating services to Franck in exchange of more of his seeds, but being forbidden from ejaculating was the worst.

I was horny 24/7 and my dick was leaking every single night, which was a vicious circle because the more precum I was "losing", the more cum I felt like I needed to swallow to compensate.

"Consequently, the Authorities are working on a new initiative to allow every Beta Male to register themselves on a private listing and receive a free chastity cage. This tool will effectively prevent our Betas to get any unwanted erection and leaking. Due to the high demands though, the waiting lists are quite long but rest assured that we are doing everything in our power to deliver the chastity cages swiftly."

"Fuck, they're going to cage your wieners!" Diego reacted spontaneously.

I had already heard that some Beta guys had willingly locked their dicks to prevent them from getting hard, - Gregory Marshall had been proudly wearing one for nearly a week -, but now, this issue would be handled at a national level.

"It's not mandatory, Diego." Gino pointed out.

Not yet... I thought sombrely.

I looked down at my crotch, my cock was visibly stiffed underneath my singlet and a stain was forming because of the precum.

Coach Jordan had already scolded me about it... But I swear that I could not help it! The slightest change in temperature, the mere brush of my body, was getting my cock to full-mast.

The President kept going:

"As for the Cure ingestion, we are currently working on new ways to make the cumsumption, sorry, the consumption, more efficient."

Franck put his hand on my thigh.

Shit, the contact made my dick throbbed!

"First of all, I would like to address some concerns coming from our Alpha population. Although studies have shown that the more semen the Betas ingest, the more efficient the Cure is, we will not ask more than the mandatory ejaculation from each Alpha. Aside from the obligatory morning deposit at the CuM Centres, each Alpha American shall remain free to do what they wish with their semen."

Franck held me tighter and winked at me. I ignored him.

"Yeehaw, we can still sell our batches legally!" The guys cheered.

"Boys! Silence!" Coach Jordan barked.

"That being said, I have to point out that the most recent studies have shown that the mean of consumption was as important, if not more important, than the quantity of semen consumed. Indeed, once expelled from the penis, the level of the B19 protein contained in the sperm tends to decrease rapidly. We estimate that after five seconds, the benefits from the sperm ingestion are roughly cut in half."

"Jesus Christ..." Simon mumbled.

That meant that we had been drinking low quality sperm for weeks! At the CuM Centre, we were swallowing jizz which had been stored and conditioned.

Fuck the damn Protocol!

It was worse for Simon. The poor guy had been ordering batches of semen for nearly fifty thousand dollars but clearly, he was not consuming the nectar less than five seconds after the ejaculation, meaning that all his efforts might really well have been in vain.

"Of course, the ingestion of sperm in any form remains widely encouraged." Doctor Seeder intervened.

Phew... It was not that bad then.

"We did note that one Beta subject would have to consume three to four times the quantity of stored sperm to reach a level of B19 proteins equivalent to what he would have obtained by swallowing fresh loads."

"To be clear, when we refer to fresh loads, we mean, straight from the balls."

The President added with a faint smile.

After a little more scientific jabbering, there were a Questions and Answers segment. Since the official mandatory speech was over, the guys started to loosen up around me. Franck finally let go of my thighs and he was whispering something to Tyrone.

I was dripping with precum...

"Considering these new findings, should we consider the CuM Centre's Protocol as outdated?" One journalist asked.

"Are we wasting our precious Alpha males' spunk by storing it?" Another journalist added.

"We believe the CuM Centre is a great and necessary tool to allow the mandatory exchange of fluids as part of the Nation' wide effort to fight the Disease. However, we are indeed working in changing the Protocol to ensure that the consumption of semen will be in line with the latest recommendations and that our Alpha juice is not wasted."

My stomach started to ache. What were they going to do with us?

"As for the storage, we are doing everything to maintain the highest quality of the spunk during the process -- we are making great progress in that regard as well. Storing does remain a useful way to prevent any potential shortage in the future."

"As a daily donor to the Centre, I am pretty certain that none of my jizz is fed to a Beta before at least several minutes!" An older male reporter pointed out.

"We are duly aware of that, Sir. And as I was saying, we will be making changes very soon. A new "five seconds' rule" shall be implemented in every CuM Centre across the country in the following days."

"Mr. President, how do you explain sending tons and tons of sperm abroad while the Disease has not been fully eradicated in the States, and while the price of cum has reached a whole time high, breaking new records every single day?"

"The United-States have been pioneers in the fight against the Disease and the help given to our allies in these most difficult times will, without a doubt, benefit the Country on the long run. I suppose that I do not need to remind anyone that we live in a highly divided World on the precipice of war. Any efforts made to prevent that and ensure stability shall be pursued. Any other question before we end this?"

There were many more. Multiples hands rose at the same time.

A younger female journalist was picked in the crowd.

"What about the people selling their jizz at crazy prices, preventing many of our most disadvantaged citizens from obtaining a sufficient supply of sperm?"

"This is still America. The Land of the Free. Janet, do you wish to live in a Communist State? As mentioned before, every Beta male following the guidelines should be able to stop the Disease from erupting anyway. The Government cannot be put at fault if those Beta boys cannot help themselves from cumming!"

The press conference was supposed to end, my teammates were getting ready to go out and hit the boats, but there was one finale question taken.

"Studies abroad have shown that other ways of spunk consumption might be even more efficient? Are you looking that way? A Dutch team has been launching an apparently successful clinical trial on anal insemination."

"We are not ruling out any options at this stage. Anything that can help eradicate this Disease will be tested and, if successful, implemented by the Authorities. So yes, I can confirm that we are looking into the work of the Dutch teams."

My mates were chatting and barely listening at this point.

As soon as they understood that nothing much would change for them, -- they still had to go to the CuM Centre each morning and could freely sell some additional loads to the best buyers -, they had lost interest.

Simon and I, on the other hand, were deeply invested.

Chastity cage...

Five seconds' rule Protocol...

Anal insemination.

More crazy concepts were sinking into my brain.

I could pretend to ignore the red flags but I knew exactly where this was headed. My gaze fixated on Franck's crotch, fully visible through his singlet. Would I dare say, appetizing?

At least, we were respecting the five seconds' rule when he was cumming for me.

I would always ingest his spunk right away, against a wall, a table, or on the floor. Sometimes, he would even incidentally hit my own face. The day before, he had asked me to write an English essay for him, and then, he came on my grilled toasts to feed me.

"It will make the ingestion easier, no? It you mix it in your snacks? Unless you love the taste of raw sperm."

"Yeah... Thanks." I had mindlessly replied, biting into the drenched toast.

Admittedly, it tasted very good so I could not complain.

The press conference ended with the now traditional ""God Bless Semen, and God Bless America." and it was time for to jump in our boats for an intense rowing session.

I certainly needed to release some of the pressure.

Overall, the practice went great. I think most of the guys were relieved that the conference had not brought any terrible news, and even Coach Jordan seemed more relax than usual.

Things only got slightly awkward when it was time for the shower.

It had been raining during the last half-hour of the training session and we were all soaking wet as well as dirty. I had mud everywhere on my legs.

The Coach followed us into the locker-room.

It was not too unusual; Coach Jordan would often give us feedback on our performance and watch us shower at the same time.

One of the reasons why I had always thought that he was a bit of a perv, maybe that was why he got along so well with Franck!

Talking about them forming a great team, they had apparently come up with a "genius idea".

"Karter and I have been talking about the team and the tensions you have been experiencing lately. It is no surprise that a group divided between Alphas and Betas would need some time to adjust and find a new balance. I get that. But the competitions are coming soon and all of our opponents are, pardon the pun, in the same boat."

Some of the guys chuckled.

"It therefore falls upon us to make this new dynamic an advantage and crush our adversaries. Most of the teams are crumbling down because of what it is happening with the Protocol, but we are not! Right, guys?! We will not let anything comes between us and Victory! Am I clear?"

"Very clear, Coach!"

"Now, Karter and I have thought of a way to strengthen our collective bond. It is no secret that Brown and Zander here are going through a tough time, but despite their lives literally being at stake, they have kept pushing themselves for the team. I would even go as far to say that they are becoming two of our strongest elements!"

I did not expect such a compliment and feared for the rest of the team to get jealous.

"Thank you, Coach." I muttered.

"There is no way we can afford to lose them, or worse, see one of our two members go to the hospital." Coach Jordan added.

Most of the guys were already naked, the Coach took the time to look at each one of us individually.

I was starting to see where he was going with his speech when he said:

"I believe this is a time to thank our Betas and to ensure their health. Alpha males, you know what you have to do."

"Coach? You're not serious?" Jason immediately said.

"I am very serious, boy. I never joke with the well-being of my athletes."

"You want us to cum for them?" Peter asked.

"To be even more precise, I want you to feed them."

I had a lump in my throat. Simon seemed to be panicking next to me.

Personally, I was not too sure what I was feeling. Fear? Shame? Hunger?

Franck was already fondling with his semi-hard cock. Clearly, he was no longer frustrated with my good results and was very happy with the direction chosen by the Coach to patch things up within the team.

"You cannot make us do that." Jason said, visibly unsure.

"I can do anything I like in the interest of the team, Hill! And the post of coxswain is not the hardest to replace! Don't you ever forget it!"

Jason shut up immediately. A part of me really enjoyed to see the little prick getting put back in his place.

"We need to think about the team." Andre spoke consensually.

"Yeah..." Gino confirmed.

My best friend was taking off his singlet, revealing his semi-hard Italian cock that I had come to know so well.

"All for the team!" Franck pulled his fist forwards.

The Jackson twins, Gino and Diego immediately joined him.

"All for the team!"

Simon was taking a few steps back.

"I... I don't think... I... I have already my own supplies... I..."

I had rarely seen him so vulnerable.

Long gone was the time where he was teasing and mocking me alongside his best buddy Franck.

"Come on, Simon, there's no shame in swallowing our cum! Dan is already doing it! A lot. And it does seem like my own juice is freaking delicious." Franck mentioned.

I was blushing but I did not say anything. He was not lying.

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THE CURE

Chapter 8: The five seconds' rule (part 2)


"Besides you know the shit you've been ordering is no good compared to our fresh loads. It is probably worth nothing after transportation." Diego completed.

"Enough chit chat, we will make it quick and simple. Zander, Brown, on your knees, the others, take your dicks out. You'll cum in this."

Coach Jordan put a large glass on a bench in the centre of the locker-room.

Here we were again, I thought.

Those types of situations were becoming way too "normal", but I got on my knees, very close to the designated glass, ready to drink my mates' juice.

"Be sure to swallow right after they cum. The five seconds' rule, you know, we better implement it right away. Zander and Brown you'll share the spunk. I'll join in with the Alphas."

Coach Jordan slid down his shorts and revealed his already blatantly hard cock to us. The dude had no shame at all.

From this point on, things escalated quickly.

I turned my face and Simon was next to me, on his knees as well. The guys started to form a circle around the bench, and therefore, around us, - even Jason was there.

The eight studs in the circle were stark naked and more or less hard. Most of them were looking at a porn on their phones while they were stroking themselves. Franck was only staring at me.

"Should we cum directly in their mouths?" He asked our coach. "I think it's more efficient if they get it straight from the tap?"

My head started spinning.

Honestly thought, I was about to suggest it... I was going mad!

"No!" Simon snapped back immediately.

"Just aim at the glass, Son." Coach Jordan settled.

He slapped Franck's bare ass for good measures.

Just like that, eight juicy cocks were surrounding me, getting stroked and leaking proficiently.

It was like I was drunk and seeing things double, but it was all real! Everywhere I looked, there was a massive dick dripping!

Black, white, caramel; Veiny, girthy, thick or lengthy; Cut or uncut, they did have one thing in common, they were bigger and longer than the average schlong. I was living with monster cocks!

Seriously, the big black cocks of the Jackson twins were even more impressive when kneeling down a few inches from them. They were also merely identical.

"Do they really need to stay here?" Jason complained again. "I cannot cum if they look at my cock like that."

Coach Jordan got really mad this time.

He was right though; Jason was ruining the fun!

"ENOUGH, HILL! You heard the President! The Betas need to ingest the loads in less than five seconds! They need to remain close, so fucking shut up and aim at the freaking glass if you don't want a kick in your butt!"

From this point on, Jason stroked his cock furiously.

It would have certainly been comical if my own survival had not been at stake.

The others did not seem to mind as much. I mean, at this point, they were used to it. Their little enterprise of cum selling was doing great, Allan, the farmer boy had become a daily consumer (or should I say cumsumer) and they were beating their meat together on a daily basis.

More and more often, I was around, ready to catch any leftovers.

Right there, in the locker-rooms, the guys were losing money feeding us with their cum, I knew that I had to be thankful so I showed an even more appreciative face.

I tried to help them out by finding a position which would hide my own cock underneath my singlet, - I was still wearing it -- and I started to think that a chastity cage might be useful after all...

Seeing them fapping, hearing them grunting, having all those dicks making back and forth motions before my eyes, I wanted to jerk-off like crazy and I was leaking a lot.

Thank God I was about to swallow a lot of fresh jocks' jizz tp even things out!

"Bros stick together!" Coach Jordan repeated several times as he was stroking his own (huge and veiny) slab of meat.

Just like Franck and a few others, Coach Jordan did not pretend that he needed a porn to get horny. He jerked himself off simply by looking at Simon and I, as we were patiently waiting our food on our knees.

The cum started pouring about ten minutes after the beginning of the session.

Peter was the first one to go. He aimed at the glass and for the first time, I felt the pressure of the time passing by.

The first volley, the second, the third... Peter busted seven loads before he was done. And the seconds were passing by! So quickly! Simon and I looked at each other. He seemed paralyzed; his mouth semi-opened in a state of shock.

"Come on, boys! Drink-up!" The Coach pressed us the second Peter was done with his orgasm. "Hurry!"

He was right! We were wasting some precious proteins!

I grabbed the glass and licked the sides off before pouring the thick cum sitting inside straight into my mouth.

Shit, it was all warm! Also, Peter's loads were very gooey, I had to play with them in my mouth before actually swallowing.

"Next load will be for Brown, then." Coach Jordan settled, unbothered.

I felt ashamed to have jumped on this glass like a true eager slut.

Although, I was... Not a slut of course, this whole thing was only for medical reasons, but eager, I was for sure!

Jason was the second one to cum. Fantastic, Simon could have this one and his translucent shitty sperm!

I was still feeling the strong state of Peter in my mouth.

The more the guys were reaching their own orgasms, the more Coach Jordan seemed excited by the situation. He was so fucking hard: a truncheon made of pink flesh and prominent blue veins was standing before me.

His dick was glistening with precum.

"Come on, my boys, that's it, empty your loads, feed your teammates!"

Franck started to play with his nipples as he would often do. I hate to admit it but I was hoping that when his time to cum would come, I would be the one feeding on Franck's loads.

The twins jizzed at the same time and Simon and I got to share the third and fourth serving.

As they were both poorly aiming at the glass, I got hit on the face multiple times, and in the end, I am not sure if I ate more of Andre's or Tyrone's cum.

They tasted and looked the same anyway. Probably a twin thing.

Definitely though, I got to swallow more Alpha juice than Simon. He was way too shy about this, taking too much time!

When I was licking cum off the bench, he was looking at me like I was an alien or something.

Come on, Simon, you were the one telling me how much we needed some fresh cum, I thought.

I guess that the multiple occasions where I had already eaten their leftovers, - or Franck's full loads of proteins -, were helping me out in this instance.

Coach Jordan was particularly proud of me.

"Amazing, Zander! You were born for this! Look at you, slurping on that fresh warm Alpha spunk! See, some guys are made to be Betas!"

I nodded yes, sticking my tongue out to reach the corner of my lips where some residue of jizz were dripping off.

Coach Jordan picked-up some cum from my cheeks and shoved his creamy fingers in my mouth. I licked them off, or rather sucked them off, just like Franck had taught me.

While I was busy with the coach, Diego jizzed in the glass and Simon was the one to drink-up the precious semen. Lucky bastard, Diego had nutted some thick creamy white loads!

Although, Simon did not even lick off the side and was scolded by the coach who, the same way that he had done for me, forced some more cum down his throat with his fingers.

At this point, things started to get messy. Well, messier than they already were.

Simon was reluctant to continue and we realized that Coach Jordan and Gino had been hit by friendly-fire, probably during the twins' ejaculation or more recently, when Diego had busted his own loads.

"If you cannot appreciate what we are doing for you, Brown, Zander will get all the benefits!"

Coach Jordan rubbed his dick against my forehead and cheeks to smear me with his precum.

I was then asked to lick his thighs and Gino (hairy) abs to collect some of the leftovers from the previous cum-shots.

What was the source of the sperm I was slurping? I had no idea. Were we still respecting the five seconds' rule? Not at all. Did I keep swallowing? Of course, I did! I needed that Alpha nectar.

Truthfully, I was not in my normal state.

The events were happening but I was missing bit and pieces. At some point, I realized that Simon was no longer there and Franck, Gino and Coach Jordan were standing before me stroking their huge dicks.

They looked stunning.

I know that sounds gay, and maybe I was indeed turning gay, but that was really what I thought when I saw them. Gorgeous dripping cocks. Simon was a dumbass to run away from this.

The precum leaking from their piss-slits looked like the more appetizing meal I could ever eat.

And I ate it!

Franck thought he could teach Coach Jordan one of our tricks.

I laid down on my back on the locker-room's dirty floor, - fuck, it was stinking like sweat, feet and cum down there -, and Franck, Gino and the Coach took turn standing right above my face to let the droplets of precum fall from their wet cockheads straight into my mouth.

The worst part was, my blatant erection was now fully exposed to my teammates and the Coach.

Did I still care though?

It almost looked like my best friend was about to empty himself directly onto me but Gino eventually grabbed the glass and came in it.

I straightened up to swallow it fast. Gino was holding the glass for me, properly feeding me like a baby.

A dirty filthy cum-addicted baby.

Something switched in Gino's eyes as I was swallowing his fresh loads.

Somehow, it became obvious that he was no longer seeing me as his friend. I was not too sure of what we were, but we had become something different.

I had reasons to be happy though. Less than five seconds had passed between his ejaculation and the moment I felt his spunk going down my throat, straight to my stomach.

Mission accomplished!

I pondered over the fact that I had never swallowed that much spunk in one go and I knew that more big loads were about to come. Coach Jordan and Franck Karter were both notorious for their huge and intense orgasms.

It turned out that they were even more impressive when they were cumming at the same time!

At this point, I had no idea what they were aiming at, all I know is that I ended completely drenched!

It was raining milk all over me on both sides and I was getting hit everywhere, my face, my cheeks, even my lips and eyes, - Oh God, I was turning blind, - but my body too, my singlet was all wet, my bare thighs were dripping with fresh warm jizz.

Soaked and disoriented, I opened my mouth and I felt some volleys of fresh cum, -- where they coming from the Coach or from Franck? -, hitting my exposed tongue.

In the middle of this explosion of jizz, the dirty glass did end-up getting filled. I had to drink-it up, and fast.

"Quick, Boy! Swallow! Swallow!" Coach Jordan pressed me.

Just like Gino, he grabbed the glass and forced the gooey content down my throat. At the same time, the Coach was using his other hand to collect more cum on his fingers and feed them to me.

Once I was done with the glass, I could suck-off my fingers and the Coach's hands, searching cum anywhere I could.

"Good boy." Coach Jordan spoke as I was feeding myself.

He helped me out of my rowing singlet, the sport gear was coated with sperm, and he slammed the wet fabric against my face.

"Clean that off! It's messy as hell; There's cum everywhere on that thing!"

In a somewhat cruel move, Coach Jordan put his bare foot on my now uncovered hard cock.

"And this, that's not good! Zander, you need to get a hold of that thing!"

He rubbed his foot against my cock as I was blind, sucking-up on my own rowing singlet.

"You'll definitely need to cage that!"

By some miracle, I managed not to cum.

Coach Jordan finished me off by rubbing his now deflating cock all over my face and tongue. I did not realize I was licking a cock until hours later, when I recalled the event. On the moment, it had just seemed natural.

I did realize that I was becoming a freak though...

If my place within the team and the house had already drastically changed since I had been diagnosed as a Beta, this feeding session had definitely sealed the deal!

In one sense, it was awful, I felt like I had become my roommates' bitch. But in a way, I did need their sperm and there was something comforting in owning the fact that we were all holding different roles.

Yes, there was a hierarchy between us but why did that have to be an issue?

However, the exercise did not strengthen the rowing team the way the Coach had anticipated.

Later that night, Simon told us that he was leaving. At least for a few weeks.

That was difficult for me. Simon had become someone I could talk to, and without him, I would be the only remaining Beta in the team.

"The Cum Factory is no longer shipping batches." He explained. "The C.E.D. Corporation has sent us an email. Due to the five seconds' rule, they are requiring all their clients to move to the Factory for the duration of the Protocol. Otherwise, we have to quit the program. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Simon... That's crazy! Your classes! The team!" I tried.

"The team? You really think we belong with them now? How could you accept to submit to them like that in the locker-room earlier? That was sick!"

"Dude, you've been drinking cum as much as I have, if not more! I'm just trying to survive, just like you."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dan, you have to stop pretending we can live a normal life here as long as we are a Beta... My only goal is to change that freaking label as soon as possible, and the Factory is my best shot to fight the defect. I'll be there for the next few weeks; they ensure me I should get positive results for our next testing."

There was no way of making him stay.

To be fair, I was not even sure that I wanted him there.

Selfishly, I did not want to have to fight with him over the few leftovers that I could get from our in-house suppliers.

Franck looked somewhat affected by the news.

Simon was his best friend. Or at least, he used to be.

It was weird walking to the CuM Centre without him the next morning. I was expecting some changes but the process was still the same. I had to wait in line, with Steve and Gregory, until we were served our shots of spunk.

No five seconds' rule.

It did seem ridiculous to settle for that ounce of cum which had been made minutes ago when I knew I needed to ingest so much more and closer to the source.

Also, I smiled to myself thinking about how disgusted I was, just 15 days before, to swallow my first shot.

Funny how quickly things can change.

Speaking about changes, they did eventually arrive at the Centre the following day!

When we got there with the boys, only the distinctive smell of cum was the same, otherwise, the setting of the CuM Centre was entirely different.

I was no longer meant to wait in line to get a dose of the Cure. I was asked by a soldier to go into one of the cubicles, where seven men would enter, one after the other, and feed me.

With seven orgasms, the Government had figured that each Beta male would get his average of an ounce of sperm a day. Only purely fresh this time. As Franck would say, "straight from the tap".

Fuck though.

There was no other way to say this: I was about to become a literal cum dumpster.

Was I ready for this?!

[MORE TO CUM]

See you next week to see how well Daniel handles swallowing cum "straight from the tap". ;) And thanks for your support on Patreon, finally, I am posting the epic last chapter this week!
 
THE CURE

Chapter 8: The five seconds' rule (part 2)


"Besides you know the shit you've been ordering is no good compared to our fresh loads. It is probably worth nothing after transportation." Diego completed.

"Enough chit chat, we will make it quick and simple. Zander, Brown, on your knees, the others, take your dicks out. You'll cum in this."

Coach Jordan put a large glass on a bench in the centre of the locker-room.

Here we were again, I thought.

Those types of situations were becoming way too "normal", but I got on my knees, very close to the designated glass, ready to drink my mates' juice.

"Be sure to swallow right after they cum. The five seconds' rule, you know, we better implement it right away. Zander and Brown you'll share the spunk. I'll join in with the Alphas."

Coach Jordan slid down his shorts and revealed his already blatantly hard cock to us. The dude had no shame at all.

From this point on, things escalated quickly.

I turned my face and Simon was next to me, on his knees as well. The guys started to form a circle around the bench, and therefore, around us, - even Jason was there.

The eight studs in the circle were stark naked and more or less hard. Most of them were looking at a porn on their phones while they were stroking themselves. Franck was only staring at me.

"Should we cum directly in their mouths?" He asked our coach. "I think it's more efficient if they get it straight from the tap?"

My head started spinning.

Honestly thought, I was about to suggest it... I was going mad!

"No!" Simon snapped back immediately.

"Just aim at the glass, Son." Coach Jordan settled.

He slapped Franck's bare ass for good measures.

Just like that, eight juicy cocks were surrounding me, getting stroked and leaking proficiently.

It was like I was drunk and seeing things double, but it was all real! Everywhere I looked, there was a massive dick dripping!

Black, white, caramel; Veiny, girthy, thick or lengthy; Cut or uncut, they did have one thing in common, they were bigger and longer than the average schlong. I was living with monster cocks!

Seriously, the big black cocks of the Jackson twins were even more impressive when kneeling down a few inches from them. They were also merely identical.

"Do they really need to stay here?" Jason complained again. "I cannot cum if they look at my cock like that."

Coach Jordan got really mad this time.

He was right though; Jason was ruining the fun!

"ENOUGH, HILL! You heard the President! The Betas need to ingest the loads in less than five seconds! They need to remain close, so fucking shut up and aim at the freaking glass if you don't want a kick in your butt!"

From this point on, Jason stroked his cock furiously.

It would have certainly been comical if my own survival had not been at stake.

The others did not seem to mind as much. I mean, at this point, they were used to it. Their little enterprise of cum selling was doing great, Allan, the farmer boy had become a daily consumer (or should I say cumsumer) and they were beating their meat together on a daily basis.

More and more often, I was around, ready to catch any leftovers.

Right there, in the locker-rooms, the guys were losing money feeding us with their cum, I knew that I had to be thankful so I showed an even more appreciative face.

I tried to help them out by finding a position which would hide my own cock underneath my singlet, - I was still wearing it -- and I started to think that a chastity cage might be useful after all...

Seeing them fapping, hearing them grunting, having all those dicks making back and forth motions before my eyes, I wanted to jerk-off like crazy and I was leaking a lot.

Thank God I was about to swallow a lot of fresh jocks' jizz tp even things out!

"Bros stick together!" Coach Jordan repeated several times as he was stroking his own (huge and veiny) slab of meat.

Just like Franck and a few others, Coach Jordan did not pretend that he needed a porn to get horny. He jerked himself off simply by looking at Simon and I, as we were patiently waiting our food on our knees.

The cum started pouring about ten minutes after the beginning of the session.

Peter was the first one to go. He aimed at the glass and for the first time, I felt the pressure of the time passing by.

The first volley, the second, the third... Peter busted seven loads before he was done. And the seconds were passing by! So quickly! Simon and I looked at each other. He seemed paralyzed; his mouth semi-opened in a state of shock.

"Come on, boys! Drink-up!" The Coach pressed us the second Peter was done with his orgasm. "Hurry!"

He was right! We were wasting some precious proteins!

I grabbed the glass and licked the sides off before pouring the thick cum sitting inside straight into my mouth.

Shit, it was all warm! Also, Peter's loads were very gooey, I had to play with them in my mouth before actually swallowing.

"Next load will be for Brown, then." Coach Jordan settled, unbothered.

I felt ashamed to have jumped on this glass like a true eager slut.

Although, I was... Not a slut of course, this whole thing was only for medical reasons, but eager, I was for sure!

Jason was the second one to cum. Fantastic, Simon could have this one and his translucent shitty sperm!

I was still feeling the strong state of Peter in my mouth.

The more the guys were reaching their own orgasms, the more Coach Jordan seemed excited by the situation. He was so fucking hard: a truncheon made of pink flesh and prominent blue veins was standing before me.

His dick was glistening with precum.

"Come on, my boys, that's it, empty your loads, feed your teammates!"

Franck started to play with his nipples as he would often do. I hate to admit it but I was hoping that when his time to cum would come, I would be the one feeding on Franck's loads.

The twins jizzed at the same time and Simon and I got to share the third and fourth serving.

As they were both poorly aiming at the glass, I got hit on the face multiple times, and in the end, I am not sure if I ate more of Andre's or Tyrone's cum.

They tasted and looked the same anyway. Probably a twin thing.

Definitely though, I got to swallow more Alpha juice than Simon. He was way too shy about this, taking too much time!

When I was licking cum off the bench, he was looking at me like I was an alien or something.

Come on, Simon, you were the one telling me how much we needed some fresh cum, I thought.

I guess that the multiple occasions where I had already eaten their leftovers, - or Franck's full loads of proteins -, were helping me out in this instance.

Coach Jordan was particularly proud of me.

"Amazing, Zander! You were born for this! Look at you, slurping on that fresh warm Alpha spunk! See, some guys are made to be Betas!"

I nodded yes, sticking my tongue out to reach the corner of my lips where some residue of jizz were dripping off.

Coach Jordan picked-up some cum from my cheeks and shoved his creamy fingers in my mouth. I licked them off, or rather sucked them off, just like Franck had taught me.

While I was busy with the coach, Diego jizzed in the glass and Simon was the one to drink-up the precious semen. Lucky bastard, Diego had nutted some thick creamy white loads!

Although, Simon did not even lick off the side and was scolded by the coach who, the same way that he had done for me, forced some more cum down his throat with his fingers.

At this point, things started to get messy. Well, messier than they already were.

Simon was reluctant to continue and we realized that Coach Jordan and Gino had been hit by friendly-fire, probably during the twins' ejaculation or more recently, when Diego had busted his own loads.

"If you cannot appreciate what we are doing for you, Brown, Zander will get all the benefits!"

Coach Jordan rubbed his dick against my forehead and cheeks to smear me with his precum.

I was then asked to lick his thighs and Gino (hairy) abs to collect some of the leftovers from the previous cum-shots.

What was the source of the sperm I was slurping? I had no idea. Were we still respecting the five seconds' rule? Not at all. Did I keep swallowing? Of course, I did! I needed that Alpha nectar.

Truthfully, I was not in my normal state.

The events were happening but I was missing bit and pieces. At some point, I realized that Simon was no longer there and Franck, Gino and Coach Jordan were standing before me stroking their huge dicks.

They looked stunning.

I know that sounds gay, and maybe I was indeed turning gay, but that was really what I thought when I saw them. Gorgeous dripping cocks. Simon was a dumbass to run away from this.

The precum leaking from their piss-slits looked like the more appetizing meal I could ever eat.

And I ate it!

Franck thought he could teach Coach Jordan one of our tricks.

I laid down on my back on the locker-room's dirty floor, - fuck, it was stinking like sweat, feet and cum down there -, and Franck, Gino and the Coach took turn standing right above my face to let the droplets of precum fall from their wet cockheads straight into my mouth.

The worst part was, my blatant erection was now fully exposed to my teammates and the Coach.

Did I still care though?

It almost looked like my best friend was about to empty himself directly onto me but Gino eventually grabbed the glass and came in it.

I straightened up to swallow it fast. Gino was holding the glass for me, properly feeding me like a baby.

A dirty filthy cum-addicted baby.

Something switched in Gino's eyes as I was swallowing his fresh loads.

Somehow, it became obvious that he was no longer seeing me as his friend. I was not too sure of what we were, but we had become something different.

I had reasons to be happy though. Less than five seconds had passed between his ejaculation and the moment I felt his spunk going down my throat, straight to my stomach.

Mission accomplished!

I pondered over the fact that I had never swallowed that much spunk in one go and I knew that more big loads were about to come. Coach Jordan and Franck Karter were both notorious for their huge and intense orgasms.

It turned out that they were even more impressive when they were cumming at the same time!

At this point, I had no idea what they were aiming at, all I know is that I ended completely drenched!

It was raining milk all over me on both sides and I was getting hit everywhere, my face, my cheeks, even my lips and eyes, - Oh God, I was turning blind, - but my body too, my singlet was all wet, my bare thighs were dripping with fresh warm jizz.

Soaked and disoriented, I opened my mouth and I felt some volleys of fresh cum, -- where they coming from the Coach or from Franck? -, hitting my exposed tongue.

In the middle of this explosion of jizz, the dirty glass did end-up getting filled. I had to drink-it up, and fast.

"Quick, Boy! Swallow! Swallow!" Coach Jordan pressed me.

Just like Gino, he grabbed the glass and forced the gooey content down my throat. At the same time, the Coach was using his other hand to collect more cum on his fingers and feed them to me.

Once I was done with the glass, I could suck-off my fingers and the Coach's hands, searching cum anywhere I could.

"Good boy." Coach Jordan spoke as I was feeding myself.

He helped me out of my rowing singlet, the sport gear was coated with sperm, and he slammed the wet fabric against my face.

"Clean that off! It's messy as hell; There's cum everywhere on that thing!"

In a somewhat cruel move, Coach Jordan put his bare foot on my now uncovered hard cock.

"And this, that's not good! Zander, you need to get a hold of that thing!"

He rubbed his foot against my cock as I was blind, sucking-up on my own rowing singlet.

"You'll definitely need to cage that!"

By some miracle, I managed not to cum.

Coach Jordan finished me off by rubbing his now deflating cock all over my face and tongue. I did not realize I was licking a cock until hours later, when I recalled the event. On the moment, it had just seemed natural.

I did realize that I was becoming a freak though...

If my place within the team and the house had already drastically changed since I had been diagnosed as a Beta, this feeding session had definitely sealed the deal!

In one sense, it was awful, I felt like I had become my roommates' bitch. But in a way, I did need their sperm and there was something comforting in owning the fact that we were all holding different roles.

Yes, there was a hierarchy between us but why did that have to be an issue?

However, the exercise did not strengthen the rowing team the way the Coach had anticipated.

Later that night, Simon told us that he was leaving. At least for a few weeks.

That was difficult for me. Simon had become someone I could talk to, and without him, I would be the only remaining Beta in the team.

"The Cum Factory is no longer shipping batches." He explained. "The C.E.D. Corporation has sent us an email. Due to the five seconds' rule, they are requiring all their clients to move to the Factory for the duration of the Protocol. Otherwise, we have to quit the program. I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Simon... That's crazy! Your classes! The team!" I tried.

"The team? You really think we belong with them now? How could you accept to submit to them like that in the locker-room earlier? That was sick!"

"Dude, you've been drinking cum as much as I have, if not more! I'm just trying to survive, just like you."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Dan, you have to stop pretending we can live a normal life here as long as we are a Beta... My only goal is to change that freaking label as soon as possible, and the Factory is my best shot to fight the defect. I'll be there for the next few weeks; they ensure me I should get positive results for our next testing."

There was no way of making him stay.

To be fair, I was not even sure that I wanted him there.

Selfishly, I did not want to have to fight with him over the few leftovers that I could get from our in-house suppliers.

Franck looked somewhat affected by the news.

Simon was his best friend. Or at least, he used to be.

It was weird walking to the CuM Centre without him the next morning. I was expecting some changes but the process was still the same. I had to wait in line, with Steve and Gregory, until we were served our shots of spunk.

No five seconds' rule.

It did seem ridiculous to settle for that ounce of cum which had been made minutes ago when I knew I needed to ingest so much more and closer to the source.

Also, I smiled to myself thinking about how disgusted I was, just 15 days before, to swallow my first shot.

Funny how quickly things can change.

Speaking about changes, they did eventually arrive at the Centre the following day!

When we got there with the boys, only the distinctive smell of cum was the same, otherwise, the setting of the CuM Centre was entirely different.

I was no longer meant to wait in line to get a dose of the Cure. I was asked by a soldier to go into one of the cubicles, where seven men would enter, one after the other, and feed me.

With seven orgasms, the Government had figured that each Beta male would get his average of an ounce of sperm a day. Only purely fresh this time. As Franck would say, "straight from the tap".

Fuck though.

There was no other way to say this: I was about to become a literal cum dumpster.

Was I ready for this?!

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THE CURE

Chapter 9: Just the tip (part 1)


I was shaking in the narrow cubicle. Spontaneously, I had knelt down, waiting for the first "fapper" to come in and to feed me.

There were a stool, an iPad and a small cup.

The Alpha would jizz in the plastic container and I would have to drink his loads right away. To be more specific, I had less than five seconds to swallow the seeds if I wanted to benefit from the purest form of the B19 proteins.

The staff had been very clear about that.

Someone opened the blue curtain; I was not too sure how randomly the lines were forming outside. Did the Alphas know who was waiting for them inside each cabin?

He was an older guy, - around 35 or 40 years old -, and he was wearing a wedding ring.

I had already seen this dude in the Centre before but I did not know his name or occupation. He was always wearing a fancy suit though. That day, I also noticed his luxury watch.

He had dark hair and piercing grey eyes, most people would consider him good looking.

I was intimidated. Not only I was kneeling down but he was very tall.

The stranger looked down on me.

"Weird fucking country, weird fucking people." He mumbled to himself.

I gulped.

He sat down on the stool and he ignored me as best as he could.

I heard him unzipping his fly. Although I was kneeling literally an inch from his thighs, I avoided looking at the large cock coming out of his probably $1500 trousers. I was looking at his wedding ring instead. I wondered if the man had kids. Probably.

"Things they make you do! Feeding faggots!"

I assumed that he was talking only for himself, muttering in his trimmed beard.

I did not know what I was expecting but certainly not that... I guess that not everyone was as enthusiastic as my teammates to flaunt their dicks and cum for me.

I started to think about Jason. I prayed that he would not end up in my cubicle.

Next to me, the stroking intensifies and the typical fapping noises started to resonate. The married guy was wearing earphones, his eyes glued to the iPad.

I did my best not to check the porn out, I was sufficiently horny as it was.

At this point, I still had not purchased a chastity cage although my dick and balls were reaching the point of no-return. I knew that, consciously or not, I would have to cum very soon.

Speaking of cumming, about five minutes in, the guy picked up the cup and I got the first good look at his dick pulsating, throbbing, and emptying its milk into the small container.

Despite his lack of enthusiasm, the first fapper performed his mission efficiently and released some thick white loads.

Maybe he was afraid to get arrested for not taking part in the National Effort.

He was still holding on to the cup though, and the seconds were passing by.

"Sir..." I whispered. "I need to..."

He looked at me with all the despise he could gather. I felt terrible.

"Here." He barked, almost throwing the cup at my face.

I grabbed it hastily and I drank the content in one go.

The jizz was salty, just like the guy who had produced it.

He left the room and I heard that he had to confirm to a staff member that I had dutifully swallowed his spunk in the assigned time.

If he had refused to feed me, I could have lodged a formal complaint. It was my right as a Beta Male to be served those fresh loads of jizz.

Thank you, Mister President Harrison!

I did not have time to hear the married guy complain some more about the "degeneracy of the country" that someone else was already entering the cubicle.

Seven men had to feed me their loads before I would be asked to leave the cabin. There was no time to waste. Nor cum, of course.

This second guy, I knew very well. He was my law teacher, Professor Dentons.

"Zander."

He nodded with a smile as he came in, as if he was happily surprised to see me there, on my knees.

"Professor..."

This time, I could easily tell that he was already hard under his jeans before coming in.

I had noticed during prior visits to the CuM Centre that Dentons was one of these men who were shamelessly touching themselves while they were waiting in the lines.

No big deal in this day and age, but still, I started to consider that the plain ignorance and despise from my previous donor was not that bad after all.

My professor looked at me for a few seconds. It was like he was waiting for me to unbuckle his belt. In the end, he slid down his pants himself.

Shit. Dentons was packing big. And his dick was already dripping. A ton.

I knew that he was getting blown by some Beta males on the side, right on the campus and pretty much in the open. I felt very awkward suddenly, what would he be expecting from me? I was not ready for any of it.

Yet, the precum forming at the tip of his cut dick was appetizing as fuck...

Looked plenty nutritious.

Professor Dentons stroked himself slowly looking right at me. He did not turn on the iPad. I was surprised, - but probably I should not have been -, that he did not even try to pretend that he needed some porn to get off.

I heard someone moaning loudly in the cabin right next to mine. I was not alone in this. Hundreds of Betas were waiting to get fed, now in very close proximity with the Alphas.

I was feeling the tension in every fibre of my being.

It took less than two minutes for Dentons to reach the point of orgasm. I was semi-expecting he would spray his loads right on my face, but he did follow the procedure and came in the cup.

However, contrary to his predecessor, he hurried to feed it to me.

"Open your mouth, Zander! 5 seconds, remember!"

My law professor emptied the cup filled of his fresh spunk in my opened mouth while he pulled my hair back. His milk slid right down my throat.

Wow. This is something I never thought I would write.

If the last couple of weeks had pushed the concept of decency to the limits, with the new Protocol in place, we were now widely crossing them!

As I was slurping on the jizz from my third donor, I could not believe this would become my new routine!

Third and fourth guys were strangers and they did their business quickly. The fourth guy's sperm tasted sweeter than the other three. He had gotten some jizz on his hands which he generously accepted to smear on my face.

The fifth dude who came in was some sort of a celebrity inside the Centre.

Do you remember the obese guy who had jerked himself off with the blinds wide opened on day 1? Well, he was still here and he was all ready to feed me his loads!

He was the first one to get entirely naked in the cubicle. Because of his weight, and because he was making no effort to be mindful of me, his belly and his dick rubbed against my face multiple times.

Truly, if he had packed huge balls and lots of jizz to feed me, I would have probably not cared about the physical contact, but that was not the case, so I was pissed. The pervert had a micro penis and he was struggling to get it fully up.

His loads would be disappointing, at best.

He was panting and sweating all over me and I thought this would never end. After fifteen minutes of grunting and not being able to maintain a full hard-on, I almost got out of the cubicle to ask for the staff worker to get another donor.

I was scared of the soldier guarding the door though, who knew how he would treat a Beta complaining about an Alpha?

Besides, us Beta males were meant to leave the cabin only once we had received seven ejaculations in the row, or if the fapper was downright refusing to feed us.

And trust me, my new friend here was definitely willing to feed me!

Finally, after twenty long minutes, and while I had heard multiple guys around me getting out of their respective cabins, the dude released three tiny translucent loads in the cup.

"No thank you for daddy?" The obese guy said as I was swallowing up his miserable jizz.

I gave him the middle finger. Maybe I was a Beta, but I still had some dignity. Or at least, I thought so.

He smeared his tiny cock on my forehead and then he left.

At this point, I had various loads dripping on my face already so I really was not bothered.

The turn-over was fast. The sixth guy came in only wearing his shorts, his dick already out. I knew him briefly; he was studying at our school and was part of the water-polo team.

He looked beefy as fuck and I understood exactly why he was happy to wander around shirtless. You have to flaunt the goods when you have them.

"Awkward, right?" He grinned at me.

I nodded yes.

At this stage, I think I had lost all sense of reality.

The water-polo dude stroked himself to a very hardcore gangbang scene. I looked at it on the iPad and I was blatantly hard all throughout. I even feared that my cock would explode in my pants. The pornstar was taking two dicks in her ass at once. That must hurt.

"Nasty bitch, that girl." The Alpha told me.

Again, I nodded yes.

Tough to know what the proper etiquette is when you are waiting for a guy to cum in a cup for you.

"Just like you." He winked at me.

And there again, I nodded yes...

What the hell was wrong with me!? I was not a nasty bitch! I was simply there to get my medicine.

Apparently, seeing me acknowledging that I was a slut pushed the fapper to the edge, he came in the glass right after that. Thick jock's loads. At least, it looked like good quality spunk. I ingested them immediately.

"See you soon." He told me as he was about to get out.

He stopped himself though.

"Here, bitch."

He was pointing at his rock-hard abs, covered with a thin layer of cum.

I stuck my tongue out and licked off the abs. I even kissed his stomach in the end. The water-polo hunk smiled at me.

"You have really changed, Dan." I was shocked that he knew my name. "For the better."

I had not said a single word during this whole interaction. Not that it would have mattered anyway.

I was still playing with his seeds in my mouth -- there was a lot to take in - when another guy walked in. And what a guy!

Big D. was already stroking himself as he walked inside the cubicle.

Jesus Christ, up close, Darius' cock was not "Big", it was simply enormous!

And his balls, fuck, they looked heavy as hell. I knew he must have been jerking off for a while, waiting right outside the curtains.

"Looks like you win the lottery today, Dan!" He told me with a smirk.

"Darius... I..."

His huge wrestling-built biceps were contracted as he was beating his meat furiously.

"I'm already close, it should be quick!"

"Ok..."

I was mesmerized by the huge dick, the muscular body, the way Darius was spitting on his cock making it slimy, juicy.

Yes, maybe I had won the lottery after all. A big guy like this' jizz was probably worth millions!

"Your face is already messy as fuck, dude." He chuckled.

"You... You're my last load of the day." I managed to reply, almost apological.

"Last but not least!" He got his dick very close to my face, but before smearing his cockhead against my cheeks, he asked: "You don't mind my pre'? I heard it's good for you, guys!"

"No... I... I don't, go ahead." I heard me say.

With the biggest smile on his face, Darius started rubbing his monster black cock all over my forehead, cheeks, chin... and even my lips.

It was not the first time that my skin was in direct contact with a dick, but damn, Big D. was not playing around.

It had nothing to do with the Protocol or even feeding me there. I could sense it, there was something deeply sexual and animalistic in his behaviour. In fact, Big D. was jerking himself off and getting himself to orgasm by rubbing his wet dick against my left cheek.

I felt his precum dripping into my mouth. I let it.

"You're cool with that, right?"

He was panting over me, getting super hard, ravaging my poor cheek.

"Yeah... That's fine... I... I need the cum."

He chuckled again. Maybe he was laughing at me, or maybe he was laughing with me, he was just excited.

We were bros, right?

Truth be told, I had been eying at his XXL donkey black cock for weeks. It may have been tough to admit but I was feeling privileged to get to feel that schlong against my face. Gregory Marshall would have been so jealous!

Being depraved from ejaculating had certainly made me discover something within me that I did not know existed: the part which loved to be slapped hard across the face by a huge black throbbing cock.

I was precumming in my underwear like an unstoppable fountain.

Several times, his wet cockhead passed through my lips which I had kept -- more or less -- sealed.

"With my customers, I cum directly into their mouths. This is what they ask now. Since they have announced the new measures." Darius told me.

I could pretend that I was shocked or surprised, but what would be the point?

At this stage, it was like a given that we were headed towards "direct oral ingestion". And when I say "we", I mean, the whole country.

In the back of my mind, I instantly knew that the "cumming into the cup, and then pouring the juice straight into a mouth in less than five seconds" rule would not last for too long.

Still, I did not think that I would cross that boundary so fast. Although technically, it was my seventh serving of the day... I had hold on to the cup for the sixth previous loads.

"Your call, mate!" Darius simply stated, still rubbing himself against me. "I'm just saying, if you want the full Big D.'s effect, I don't mind pouring the juice right into your stomach."

I was smelling his balls. Inside of them, my precious Cure was maturing.

"Decide quickly though, I'm going to nut!"

"Ok, ok. Go ahead, straight into my mou... aaaaah..."

I could not finish my sentence that Big D. was already aiming his humongous cock towards my semi-opened mouth and was spraying his loads right inside.

Shit. I had not realized he was so close to bust!

I thought this new way of ingesting cum would not make much difference, - I mean, I was already gulping on ounces and ounces of fresh jizz every day -, but in reality, it was a complete game-changer.

The sperm was hot and hitting the back of my throat at a steady pace, making me gag and choke, the big cock was so closed to my mouth, I thought he was about to penetrate me...

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THE CURE

Chapter 9: Just the tip (part 2)


Suddenly, I saw myself in a porn. I was a nasty bitch swallowing cum from a huge black bodybuilder.

And while crazy thoughts were running through my mind, the orgasm kept on coming and I kept my mouth opened, wider and wider.

I could not waste a single drop!

Darius had the precision of a wrestler, he did not miss any of his shots, they all went straight into my mouth. And after more than twenty seconds of feeding, I felt like I was drowning in his gooey warm sperm.

"Fuck... fuck yeah..." Big D. moaned as he kept on busting his loads.

Once he was done, I had a mouth-full like never before.

"Close your mouth fella, and play with it inside, it will help you heal faster."

I did as I was told, running the sperm against my palate and through my teeth.

Darius did not seem to think what had just happened was a big deal.

Apparently, he was a casual feeder of Beta males. This quick jerk-off session and orgasm into my mouth was pretty tamed in comparison to what he was doing with some other dudes.

I learned later that day that he was actually making a fortune by cumming into other guys' throats.

And I had been blessed with his nutritious loads for free... Lucky me, indeed!

As Darius left, I forgot I was supposed to go as well. A soldier had to open the curtains and pulled me out of the cabin.

"No more than seven, Beta! You know the rules!"

Damn, he did not need to be that harsh! I would have probably said something back if I were not still struggling with the amount of jizz sticking to my palate.

When I got out of the cubicle, I realized how much things had changed.

The Beta males who had been fed and locked up in a cubicle for between half an hour to a full hour were all looking like zombies, most of them had cum coating all over their faces.

Most of them. I should have had said, most of us.

I was definitely drenched too. And numb. And also... happy? Satisfied?

God, what was I turning into?

Gino looked at me like I was an alien as I walked up to him. I did not know what to say.

"Well, that was new!" Diego broke the silence.

I had not realized he was next to me with some of the other guys from the frat.

"I had to feed Greg Marshall. He tried to suck my cock, the big hungry boy!" Tyrone said with his usual jokester's tone.

"Did you let him?" Diego asked.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Gosh... Some had already moved on to blowjobs! Of course, if you could suck a dick in a college's bathroom, you could suck a dick in a freaking CuM Centre.

"What happens in the cubicle stays in the cubicle." Darius said wisely, winking at me.

I suddenly felt overwhelmed. Being fed this way was making everything realer, crazier, gayer. I literally had to sit down.

"Are you okay?" Gino asked me.

"Yeah... Sorry... That was a lot, I guess... I mean, it was intense! I... Fuck, Gino... I... Seven guys just jizzed for me, right next to me, on me!"

I was freaking out. Gino patted my shoulders.

"I know, mate. But it's for your own good, right. That's just the Protocol."

"How did it go for you?"

"My Beta was Steve... He... He wanted to make sure we were respecting the five seconds' rule so he requested for... I'm not sure how to say that... He was really committed to the five seconds' thing."

I did not ask for any more details as Gino seemed too uncomfortable.

I could very well picture what had happened anyway.

One thing which helped me to get back on track was that, by this point, I knew that one could get used to anything.

Just like I had got accustomed to drink a shot of load each morning, I could get used to be fed seven ejaculations in a tiny cubicle.

Also, I could not deny that I had not hated the experience. Far from it, actually.

"I'm sorry I did not know which cubicle you were into, or I would have made sure to pick you! Someone else got the full extra-large meal today!" Franck whispered in my ears as we were back on campus later that day.

You guessed it, he grabbed his junks as he went away.

I had goosebumps.

If we were strategic enough, maybe we could make sure that I was fed seven large loads each morning by picking-up the right candidates. This was something to think about...

If I could avoid the micro penis and the translucent loads and focus on the jocks, I would certainly heal faster.

It was all about getting better, right?

My mind also wandered to Simon, living inside the Cum Factory. He must have been jizzed on by dozens of guys, maybe more, on a daily basis.

I was not too sure whether I found it gross or if I envied him at this point.

"Zander, I asked you a question."

Fuck, I had lost myself in my thoughts during class.

Professor Dentons was looking at me severely. He was certainly acting very different than in the morning at the Centre.

"Sorry, professor, I did not hear..."

"Well, you should be paying attention, I was talking about a subject of high interest for Beta males such as yourself. The fundamental right of choosing how one wishes to get treated when afflicted by a disease."

I pretended to pay attention for the rest of the class, but for the past weeks, I was barely able to function normally and my grades were plunging.

Only within the rowing team, I was achieving some of my best results, every other area of my life was downright chaotic.

It was only the beginning of my journey though.

The guys at home had maintained their business, however, the new Protocol had led them to feed their customers directly.

When I came back home that evening, Allan, the farmer boy whom I was meeting for the first time, was kneeling down in the middle of the living room waiting for the rest of the guys to come home.

Only Peter and Andre were there to prepare the living space for the big Cum Event to come.

I noticed that there was no cup and I wondered how they would feed him.

Worst part was, I could not help thinking about how lucky Allan was! I was jealous! The boys had never told me how much he was paying, but apparently, it was a lot.

Prices had doubled recently, since the jizz had to be served fresh, straight from the balls.

I followed my usual coping mechanism -- hiding in my room -- and I sat down on my bed, trying to control my restless erection while I started to hear the guys cheering downstairs.

I guessed there were taking turns feeding their customer... For some damn reason, it only got my cock harder.

Let me tell you something, you have no idea of how exhausting it is to fight against your own dick until you have been strictly forbidden to cum for weeks.

Every area of my life was affected. It was a constant battle to focus on anything else other than my balls begging for a release.

I had no functioning brain. I was a horned-up animal... In need for fresh cum.

I even had trouble to pee. Half of the time, things were getting messy as my cock was constantly aiming at the ceiling... I cannot count the number of times I pissed on my own face in the shower during that time!

I heard the guys laughing downstairs. The session with Allan was not over.

I put some music on to try to get inside my own bubble. But even alone with my thoughts, only images of fat girthy cocks, ready to burst their creamy loads were coming to me. I was almost hallucinating at one point.

There was a new thing called the "SOS", for "Spunk Obsession Syndrome" and although I had been sceptical at first, I was now fully believing in it.

Some lawyers had used the "SOS" to defend their clients who had robbed gallons of cum from the storage centres. Betas males had been conditioned to search for cum and it had twisted their minds, it was scientifically proved.

The more they were being told how crucial and redeeming cum was, the more they were drinking it, the more they were becoming obsessed with it... The more they were susceptible to make irrational decisions to procure the precious nectar.

I could relate.

I fell asleep somehow and when I woke up, Gino was snoring in his bed.

He was naked and lying above the covers, on his stomach. He would have never done that before the introduction of the Protocol but, at this point, was there still a point to be modest? I looked at his hairy muscular ass.

I was thirsty.

I was horny too, but that was beside the point.

I got out of the room but I was stopped in my way to go downstairs. Franck was playing with his phone in the corridor. He was about to go back to his own room that he used to share with Simon. He was wearing his usual broad underwear.

"We have not seen you for dinner." He told me, not too loud to avoid waking up our roommates.

"You were all very busy with someone else. I did not want to intrude."

"Ooooh, I sense some jealousy!" He teased me.

"Shut up. That's not funny."

"Chill out, dude! When will you stop being so on edge all the time? Life is good."

I did not say anything.

Franck took a look at my blatantly hard cock, poking lewdly underneath my boxer briefs.

"Jesus, you do look tense as fuck."

"I wish you could be in my position, just once. It's hell."

"I bet. Not cumming must be the worst. I emptied my balls a couple hours ago and I could still go for round two."

I looked at his crotch. For once, he was not hard. Maybe a semi.

"You have no idea the torture it's been to see everyone in this freaking city nut, except for me!"

I did not intend to be this genuine with Franck, but as I mentioned, I was exhausted.

"Yeah... You do look tired... Listen, Dan, if you want a refill. I can give you one." I looked at the floor. "For free, I mean! No task, no service, nothing. I have a few more loads in my balls. Each ounce of seeds counts, right?"

"Really? You would do that, for free?"

"For you, of course. Bros have to stick together, remember?"

I was about to say that I was not sure it was a good idea when Franck slid down his underwear to his ankles. Suddenly, his flaccid cock was hanging before me.

"Let's go then, let's do it quickly." He pressed me.

"Here?"

"Why not? Everybody's asleep, come on, I'm sure I can cum in less than five minutes. Just get on your knees."

I did come out of my room because I was thirsty...

This time, I did not try to push back.

I knew that I would end-up on my knees, my mouth wide opened, so why pretend? See, there was no cup in the middle of the corridor, and Franck was not going to nut on the walls, so when he told me to open my mouth, I was expecting it and I simply obeyed.

He got hard in less than ten seconds, - fuck, that dude was a machine -, Franck had his eyes shut and he did the usual rubbing of his nipples.

Several times, he told me that he was about to nut and he got his cockhead very close to my lips, but those were false alerts.

Still, his cockhead would find his way against my lips in the process. At least, I was swallowing some juicy and nutritious precum when he would rub his shaft against my mouth. Not everything was lost.

At some point, Franck suggested another method.

"Bro, I think we can speed up the process and make it more efficient."

I did not say anything. I was anticipating something weird.

I was not disappointed.

"Just lock your lips around my cockhead, the pressure will make me go quicker and this way, you're sure not to miss a droplet. The dude I had this morning, I painted the cubicle white, but I almost missed all my shots into his mouth. Such a shame."

"Dude... That's too much..."

I was neither convinced not convincing.

"What? You prefer a facial? I'm going to make a mess, and then the guys are going to ask questions! I thought you'd prefer to keep this between us."

"Of course. But... I..." I took a deep breath. "That's gay, Franck..."

"Not at all! We're between bros, right? I'm just helping you out. And it's not like you would be sucking me, it would be just to catch the juice properly, your Cure. It will be just the tip."

"Just the tip?"

"Sure! I'll tell you when I'm ready."

Just like that, there was no more question in that sentence.

Franck would give me his go and I would have to lock my lips around his wet cockhead. It was decided.

Maybe he thought that this was no "homo at all", but I was way too excited by the prospect for it to be entirely straight.

Yes, I can admit to it now, a part of me definitely wanted to try it.

To be fair, since the moment he had known that I was about to put his uncut dick in my mouth, Franck seemed way hornier! His dick was raging at full-mast, throbbing and precumming. He was stroking it with his two hands.

I was on my knees, waiting patiently for my moment to shine. Hard as well.

"NOW! Take it!"

He pushed his cock against my lips and semi-opened mouth and I swallowed his cockhead.

I was thinking I would only be surrounding the tip, but I was also sensing his retracted foreskin and a part of the top of his cock, beyond his head.

"Grrrrllll...." I made a guttural sound.

"I'm coming, man."

Indeed, he was.

I felt a volley tapping against my throat and flooding my mouth, then another, and a third, and a fourth... until Franck had full-on exploded in my mouth, turning it into a white milky river.

After each throb, it felt like his dick was getting, even so slightly, buried deeper into my mouth.

Was it still just the tip?

I told myself so.

After a while, I wanted to say to Franck that he could withdraw but he did not seem in a hurry and I had my mouth-full so it was difficult to express anything without swallowing more inches of his slab of meat.

In the end, I felt his warm cock deflating in my mouth while I was still in the process of drinking-up his loads.

Definitely, the sweetest cum I had swallowed thus far. Also, the biggest loads.

Franck's hyperspermia was certainly not an urban legend.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GUYS?!"

Franck finally took his flaccid cock out of my mouth and I turned around, loads of sperm sliding down my chin.

Gino was there, stark naked and looking pretty shocked.

One would be for less.

"I was..."

Shit, I should not have tried to talk, more cum slid down my bare chest... And you know me, I had to put it all back in my mouth.

NO FUCKING WASTE.

Gino did not make any comment as I was sucking my fingers off.

"I gave a favour to our teammate. I don't want another Simon on our hands. We cannot lose anybody else." Franck said casually, putting his underwear back on.

"Your room is ready?" Gino asked Franck, pretending I was not there.

"Yeap, Darius arrives first thing in the morning."

I looked at them, perplex. I was still swallowing cum, feeling the thick cream sliding down my oesophagus.

"Big D. is the new member of the rowing team." Franck explained. "He applied today, right after the visit at the CuM Centre. And of course, Coach Jordan was thrilled! He'll be taking Simon's spot in my room."

A vivid image of Darius's humongous cock and balls poked right into my brain.

And I thought the house was filled with monster-cocks before...

Now things were really about to get crazy!

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THE CURE

Chapter 9: Just the tip (part 2)


Suddenly, I saw myself in a porn. I was a nasty bitch swallowing cum from a huge black bodybuilder.

And while crazy thoughts were running through my mind, the orgasm kept on coming and I kept my mouth opened, wider and wider.

I could not waste a single drop!

Darius had the precision of a wrestler, he did not miss any of his shots, they all went straight into my mouth. And after more than twenty seconds of feeding, I felt like I was drowning in his gooey warm sperm.

"Fuck... fuck yeah..." Big D. moaned as he kept on busting his loads.

Once he was done, I had a mouth-full like never before.

"Close your mouth fella, and play with it inside, it will help you heal faster."

I did as I was told, running the sperm against my palate and through my teeth.

Darius did not seem to think what had just happened was a big deal.

Apparently, he was a casual feeder of Beta males. This quick jerk-off session and orgasm into my mouth was pretty tamed in comparison to what he was doing with some other dudes.

I learned later that day that he was actually making a fortune by cumming into other guys' throats.

And I had been blessed with his nutritious loads for free... Lucky me, indeed!

As Darius left, I forgot I was supposed to go as well. A soldier had to open the curtains and pulled me out of the cabin.

"No more than seven, Beta! You know the rules!"

Damn, he did not need to be that harsh! I would have probably said something back if I were not still struggling with the amount of jizz sticking to my palate.

When I got out of the cubicle, I realized how much things had changed.

The Beta males who had been fed and locked up in a cubicle for between half an hour to a full hour were all looking like zombies, most of them had cum coating all over their faces.

Most of them. I should have had said, most of us.

I was definitely drenched too. And numb. And also... happy? Satisfied?

God, what was I turning into?

Gino looked at me like I was an alien as I walked up to him. I did not know what to say.

"Well, that was new!" Diego broke the silence.

I had not realized he was next to me with some of the other guys from the frat.

"I had to feed Greg Marshall. He tried to suck my cock, the big hungry boy!" Tyrone said with his usual jokester's tone.

"Did you let him?" Diego asked.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

Gosh... Some had already moved on to blowjobs! Of course, if you could suck a dick in a college's bathroom, you could suck a dick in a freaking CuM Centre.

"What happens in the cubicle stays in the cubicle." Darius said wisely, winking at me.

I suddenly felt overwhelmed. Being fed this way was making everything realer, crazier, gayer. I literally had to sit down.

"Are you okay?" Gino asked me.

"Yeah... Sorry... That was a lot, I guess... I mean, it was intense! I... Fuck, Gino... I... Seven guys just jizzed for me, right next to me, on me!"

I was freaking out. Gino patted my shoulders.

"I know, mate. But it's for your own good, right. That's just the Protocol."

"How did it go for you?"

"My Beta was Steve... He... He wanted to make sure we were respecting the five seconds' rule so he requested for... I'm not sure how to say that... He was really committed to the five seconds' thing."

I did not ask for any more details as Gino seemed too uncomfortable.

I could very well picture what had happened anyway.

One thing which helped me to get back on track was that, by this point, I knew that one could get used to anything.

Just like I had got accustomed to drink a shot of load each morning, I could get used to be fed seven ejaculations in a tiny cubicle.

Also, I could not deny that I had not hated the experience. Far from it, actually.

"I'm sorry I did not know which cubicle you were into, or I would have made sure to pick you! Someone else got the full extra-large meal today!" Franck whispered in my ears as we were back on campus later that day.

You guessed it, he grabbed his junks as he went away.

I had goosebumps.

If we were strategic enough, maybe we could make sure that I was fed seven large loads each morning by picking-up the right candidates. This was something to think about...

If I could avoid the micro penis and the translucent loads and focus on the jocks, I would certainly heal faster.

It was all about getting better, right?

My mind also wandered to Simon, living inside the Cum Factory. He must have been jizzed on by dozens of guys, maybe more, on a daily basis.

I was not too sure whether I found it gross or if I envied him at this point.

"Zander, I asked you a question."

Fuck, I had lost myself in my thoughts during class.

Professor Dentons was looking at me severely. He was certainly acting very different than in the morning at the Centre.

"Sorry, professor, I did not hear..."

"Well, you should be paying attention, I was talking about a subject of high interest for Beta males such as yourself. The fundamental right of choosing how one wishes to get treated when afflicted by a disease."

I pretended to pay attention for the rest of the class, but for the past weeks, I was barely able to function normally and my grades were plunging.

Only within the rowing team, I was achieving some of my best results, every other area of my life was downright chaotic.

It was only the beginning of my journey though.

The guys at home had maintained their business, however, the new Protocol had led them to feed their customers directly.

When I came back home that evening, Allan, the farmer boy whom I was meeting for the first time, was kneeling down in the middle of the living room waiting for the rest of the guys to come home.

Only Peter and Andre were there to prepare the living space for the big Cum Event to come.

I noticed that there was no cup and I wondered how they would feed him.

Worst part was, I could not help thinking about how lucky Allan was! I was jealous! The boys had never told me how much he was paying, but apparently, it was a lot.

Prices had doubled recently, since the jizz had to be served fresh, straight from the balls.

I followed my usual coping mechanism -- hiding in my room -- and I sat down on my bed, trying to control my restless erection while I started to hear the guys cheering downstairs.

I guessed there were taking turns feeding their customer... For some damn reason, it only got my cock harder.

Let me tell you something, you have no idea of how exhausting it is to fight against your own dick until you have been strictly forbidden to cum for weeks.

Every area of my life was affected. It was a constant battle to focus on anything else other than my balls begging for a release.

I had no functioning brain. I was a horned-up animal... In need for fresh cum.

I even had trouble to pee. Half of the time, things were getting messy as my cock was constantly aiming at the ceiling... I cannot count the number of times I pissed on my own face in the shower during that time!

I heard the guys laughing downstairs. The session with Allan was not over.

I put some music on to try to get inside my own bubble. But even alone with my thoughts, only images of fat girthy cocks, ready to burst their creamy loads were coming to me. I was almost hallucinating at one point.

There was a new thing called the "SOS", for "Spunk Obsession Syndrome" and although I had been sceptical at first, I was now fully believing in it.

Some lawyers had used the "SOS" to defend their clients who had robbed gallons of cum from the storage centres. Betas males had been conditioned to search for cum and it had twisted their minds, it was scientifically proved.

The more they were being told how crucial and redeeming cum was, the more they were drinking it, the more they were becoming obsessed with it... The more they were susceptible to make irrational decisions to procure the precious nectar.

I could relate.

I fell asleep somehow and when I woke up, Gino was snoring in his bed.

He was naked and lying above the covers, on his stomach. He would have never done that before the introduction of the Protocol but, at this point, was there still a point to be modest? I looked at his hairy muscular ass.

I was thirsty.

I was horny too, but that was beside the point.

I got out of the room but I was stopped in my way to go downstairs. Franck was playing with his phone in the corridor. He was about to go back to his own room that he used to share with Simon. He was wearing his usual broad underwear.

"We have not seen you for dinner." He told me, not too loud to avoid waking up our roommates.

"You were all very busy with someone else. I did not want to intrude."

"Ooooh, I sense some jealousy!" He teased me.

"Shut up. That's not funny."

"Chill out, dude! When will you stop being so on edge all the time? Life is good."

I did not say anything.

Franck took a look at my blatantly hard cock, poking lewdly underneath my boxer briefs.

"Jesus, you do look tense as fuck."

"I wish you could be in my position, just once. It's hell."

"I bet. Not cumming must be the worst. I emptied my balls a couple hours ago and I could still go for round two."

I looked at his crotch. For once, he was not hard. Maybe a semi.

"You have no idea the torture it's been to see everyone in this freaking city nut, except for me!"

I did not intend to be this genuine with Franck, but as I mentioned, I was exhausted.

"Yeah... You do look tired... Listen, Dan, if you want a refill. I can give you one." I looked at the floor. "For free, I mean! No task, no service, nothing. I have a few more loads in my balls. Each ounce of seeds counts, right?"

"Really? You would do that, for free?"

"For you, of course. Bros have to stick together, remember?"

I was about to say that I was not sure it was a good idea when Franck slid down his underwear to his ankles. Suddenly, his flaccid cock was hanging before me.

"Let's go then, let's do it quickly." He pressed me.

"Here?"

"Why not? Everybody's asleep, come on, I'm sure I can cum in less than five minutes. Just get on your knees."

I did come out of my room because I was thirsty...

This time, I did not try to push back.

I knew that I would end-up on my knees, my mouth wide opened, so why pretend? See, there was no cup in the middle of the corridor, and Franck was not going to nut on the walls, so when he told me to open my mouth, I was expecting it and I simply obeyed.

He got hard in less than ten seconds, - fuck, that dude was a machine -, Franck had his eyes shut and he did the usual rubbing of his nipples.

Several times, he told me that he was about to nut and he got his cockhead very close to my lips, but those were false alerts.

Still, his cockhead would find his way against my lips in the process. At least, I was swallowing some juicy and nutritious precum when he would rub his shaft against my mouth. Not everything was lost.

At some point, Franck suggested another method.

"Bro, I think we can speed up the process and make it more efficient."

I did not say anything. I was anticipating something weird.

I was not disappointed.

"Just lock your lips around my cockhead, the pressure will make me go quicker and this way, you're sure not to miss a droplet. The dude I had this morning, I painted the cubicle white, but I almost missed all my shots into his mouth. Such a shame."

"Dude... That's too much..."

I was neither convinced not convincing.

"What? You prefer a facial? I'm going to make a mess, and then the guys are going to ask questions! I thought you'd prefer to keep this between us."

"Of course. But... I..." I took a deep breath. "That's gay, Franck..."

"Not at all! We're between bros, right? I'm just helping you out. And it's not like you would be sucking me, it would be just to catch the juice properly, your Cure. It will be just the tip."

"Just the tip?"

"Sure! I'll tell you when I'm ready."

Just like that, there was no more question in that sentence.

Franck would give me his go and I would have to lock my lips around his wet cockhead. It was decided.

Maybe he thought that this was no "homo at all", but I was way too excited by the prospect for it to be entirely straight.

Yes, I can admit to it now, a part of me definitely wanted to try it.

To be fair, since the moment he had known that I was about to put his uncut dick in my mouth, Franck seemed way hornier! His dick was raging at full-mast, throbbing and precumming. He was stroking it with his two hands.

I was on my knees, waiting patiently for my moment to shine. Hard as well.

"NOW! Take it!"

He pushed his cock against my lips and semi-opened mouth and I swallowed his cockhead.

I was thinking I would only be surrounding the tip, but I was also sensing his retracted foreskin and a part of the top of his cock, beyond his head.

"Grrrrllll...." I made a guttural sound.

"I'm coming, man."

Indeed, he was.

I felt a volley tapping against my throat and flooding my mouth, then another, and a third, and a fourth... until Franck had full-on exploded in my mouth, turning it into a white milky river.

After each throb, it felt like his dick was getting, even so slightly, buried deeper into my mouth.

Was it still just the tip?

I told myself so.

After a while, I wanted to say to Franck that he could withdraw but he did not seem in a hurry and I had my mouth-full so it was difficult to express anything without swallowing more inches of his slab of meat.

In the end, I felt his warm cock deflating in my mouth while I was still in the process of drinking-up his loads.

Definitely, the sweetest cum I had swallowed thus far. Also, the biggest loads.

Franck's hyperspermia was certainly not an urban legend.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GUYS?!"

Franck finally took his flaccid cock out of my mouth and I turned around, loads of sperm sliding down my chin.

Gino was there, stark naked and looking pretty shocked.

One would be for less.

"I was..."

Shit, I should not have tried to talk, more cum slid down my bare chest... And you know me, I had to put it all back in my mouth.

NO FUCKING WASTE.

Gino did not make any comment as I was sucking my fingers off.

"I gave a favour to our teammate. I don't want another Simon on our hands. We cannot lose anybody else." Franck said casually, putting his underwear back on.

"Your room is ready?" Gino asked Franck, pretending I was not there.

"Yeap, Darius arrives first thing in the morning."

I looked at them, perplex. I was still swallowing cum, feeling the thick cream sliding down my oesophagus.

"Big D. is the new member of the rowing team." Franck explained. "He applied today, right after the visit at the CuM Centre. And of course, Coach Jordan was thrilled! He'll be taking Simon's spot in my room."

A vivid image of Darius's humongous cock and balls poked right into my brain.

And I thought the house was filled with monster-cocks before...

Now things were really about to get crazy!

[MORE TO CUM]

See you next week (or right now on Patreon) to see Dan taking more proactive steps towards getting his cum fix!
Good grief TL I can almost taste that last shot. Franck has turned out to be not such a bad guy after all. Can’t wait for next week. Thanks a load *laughing emoji*
 
This story is really making me want to find someone willing to be my first donor. I’ve never had a man in my mouth and I wonder if I could perform on him well enough to have him donate in my mouth. I kind of think I’m in this guy’s place…really needing to make a man’s semen a part of me.
 
This story is really making me want to find someone willing to be my first donor. I’ve never had a man in my mouth and I wonder if I could perform on him well enough to have him donate in my mouth. I kind of think I’m in this guy’s place…really needing to make a man’s semen a part of me.
Just ask. There’ll be someone in Pittsburg take you up on your offer I’m sure. Swallowing cum can be life affirming @Harry Bogel
 
if you're impatient the story is already complete on patreon
I would if it was pay as much as you wish model. Being from developing country can't afford to right now.

Not complaining or suggesting anything to the author, I think he is doing a great job and economy isn't easy anywhere and understand he has to get paid too for his effort and time!
 
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THE CURE
Chapter 10: Team spirit (part 1)


I CAME.

I creamed all over myself during my sleep. Fuck my life!

I was not even fully awake to enjoy my orgasm but all the evidence was there, my sheets were all wet, - way more than usual -, and my chest was covered in several layers of thick white cum.

I had the best dream.

I could not recall every detail, but I was fucking an ass, for some reason, I think it was a male bum... I was banging that tight hairy hole, my foreskin was rubbing against the anal cave, my dick was going back and forth... It was musky, hot... I saw myself cumming...

Except that it was no longer a dream, I had exploded on myself.

I guessed it was only a matter of time, but still, I was freaking out!

Twenty-one days into the Protocol and I had failed miserably.

My first instinct was to collect all that fresh semen on my chest and to lick it off my fingers. I needed to re-ingest as much sperm as possible! I was a dog. Or more accurately, a bitch.

Damn it, there were huge stains all over my sheet. I tried to slurp it, harvest what I could, but there was a lot of waste.

"What the fuck are you doing, bro?"

Gino had turned on the lights.

He had caught me, stark naked on all fours in my bed, trying to suck on the drying sperm on my white sheet.

"I made a mistake, man. I... I jizzed... In my sleep!"

I confessed, not even acknowledging the fact that I was presenting my bare ass arched down to my best friend.

I supposed that you do not really think about those details when you are in full crisis mode.

Gino's horrified face only made things worse.

He would not have had another reaction if I had told him that I had killed someone.

"Dude... You know that's not okay for you! You're ruining all your efforts! You're putting your life at risk!"

"You think I'm not aware of that?! Does it look like I'm happy?"

"Ok, ok... Listen... It happens... Have you re-ingested your..."

"I swallowed back everything that I could. What do you think I'm doing right now? Gino, you have no idea, I nutted so much. I've never blasted so much spunk, I mean, you could think that Franck nutted in here! I did not even get to feel the release because it all happened while I was sleeping."

I was really bummed by that fact, I had to share it.

"Calm down, mate. Let me check what the official guidelines are for situations like that."

Gino was scrolling down his phone.

I was feeling ridiculous.

If you think that we were overreacting, try to put yourself in the shoes of someone who had been told and repeated constantly for the past three weeks that ejaculating was the worst thing he could ever do.

I felt like I had broken the biggest law in the book.

"Listen, I'm already swallowing more cum than the one ounce a day. And I had never deviated before from the Protocol, so maybe I..."

Gino cut me off:

"You should have worn the damn chastity cage; you knew you were at risk. Your dick was on the verge of exploding 24/7."

Gino did have a front row seat to my throbbing, hard and leaking cock...

Yet, I had refused to order the damn cage, I hated the idea of locking my dick up and I thought I could control myself.

It was foolish, of course.

"So, what do the guidelines say?"

"What do you think?" Gino said, shrugging his shoulders.

What was the point of even checking the instructions? We both knew what was the most important rule after "non-cumming"... I had to swallow as much jizz as possible to compensate! And fast.

"It's 4:30 am..." I spoke.

"And?"

"The mandatory ejaculation at the CuM Centre is more than 4 hours away...."

I was pointing that out for two reasons.

First, I wanted to show the tricky situation I was in. I would not get a refill before a long four hours.

Second, I wanted to remind Gino that he would be mandated to cum way later... Maybe he could spare me some more of his juice in the meantime!

My best mate got the message, even clearer than I had anticipated.

"You're right. This will not even be a waste cause that is spunk which would have been spent at the Centre anyway."

"What do you have in mind?" I pretended to be innocent.

My innocence had gone for many ejaculations ago.

"Just go to the living-room, I'll wake the guys up. They won't be happy about it, but the first loads early morning are always the thickest and most nutritious. We cannot leave you like that, it's just too dangerous. We promised we would move on as a team. We shouldn't have let Simon leave."

"Thanks Gino. Just... Don't wake Jason up, please... I don't think he will..."

"His cum is shit anyway." Gino said with a smile.

He really was a bro!

I hurried-up downstairs, grateful to have such a good friend... and good teammates.

They all accepted to come out of their warm beds to feed me, even Darius who was freshly part of the team and had only taken part in one training session.

Most of them were naked and already hard. That is the great thing when you live with frat guys, especially rowing boys, they seem to always be ready for action.

Naturally, and I do not use this word lightly - it did seem like the natural order of things -, they all formed a circle around me as they were getting their fat horse cocks to full-mast.

My head was literally spinning.

Diego yawned which made me feel a bit guilty but he was definitely woken-up down there.

By this point, I knew the dicks of my mates like I knew their faces.

From left to right, there was Peter and his wet foreskin already covered with precum, then Diego and his Latino girthy cock, next to him, the two inseparable Jackson twins, Andre and Tyrone, both packing two big black cocks, then, Gino who was stroking his hairy juicy Italian cock, Franck and his massive dick and balls was next, and finally, completing the circle, the newcomer, (or the newcummer), Big D.

The biggest man of them all.

Even compared to the massive schlongs moving around him, his humongous dick was taking the cake.

It was hard to believe that not so long ago I had been shocked to see the frat guys jerking-off in the same living room. Everything felt different, smelt different, it was a whole new vibe.

Did anyone still think that it was only about taking a "Cure" and following a "Protocol"?

The guys had no shame stroking their dicks and they did not pretend that they needed to watch a porn to get excited anymore. As for me, I was more than willing and ready to be fed.

The bodies were closer to each other, the circle was way smaller, and there was no glass or cup.

The cum would be poured straight into my eager Beta mouth.

Franck was always playing with his nipples and moaning, but now, the other guys were all doing various tricks to maintain a vigorous hard-on: playing with their two hands, spitting proficiently on their dicks or... dirty talking.

"Fuck, we're gonna paint this bitch white!" Tyrone was moaning.

It was implied that he was talking about me but no-one never said it outright.

"Filthy cum-dumpster." His brother added.

Could I still deny what I was?

I stuck my tongue out, to show that I was fine with it. More than that, I was genuinely grateful they would cut their night of sleep short to take care of me.

Many guys would have paid to get the same treatment, some were actually paying, like Allan, the farm boy, but me, I had all those horned-up jocks for free.

Maybe that was the reason I arched my back when Franck said:

"Show us your bum. Get us in the mood, slut."

It was the least that I could do.

When he slapped my ass-cheeks, I let go of a faint moan.

What was I turning into?

"FUCK YEAH!" Diego shouted, slapping me as well.

Soon, it was not only their hands on my butt, but many hard dicks beating against my ass cheeks.

A voice in my head told me that things were starting to get out of control, even in light of the degenerated standards we were now all living in, but I let it happened.

"Dan, tongue!" Darius talked, louder than the others.

I turned my face towards him and stuck out my tongue as much as possible.

I saw his humongous cock coming towards me like a semi-truck crashing into you in the middle of the road, Darius slapped my tongue with his huge cockhead and smeared it with his precum.

Jesus Christ, that was a lot!

I swallowed the male juice dutifully as he was finishing smearing my cheeks and forehead.

It was like a green light given to the six other hunks.

Suddenly I was drowned, and blinded, into a sea of big juicy cocks rubbing against my face. I had no choice but to close my eyes but I felt like at least three or maybe even four large cocks were dripping and pressing against my skin at the same time.

"This is the shock treatment. You made a huge mistake emptying yourself, mate, we have to drench you to compensate!"

"ffank you" I mumbled between my teeth.

If I had opened my mouth at that moment, I would have swallowed a cock. Or two.

For a second there, I thought it would not have been such a big deal... Still, I did not take the chance and I kept my lips shut.

"Look at him, he just nutted in his sleep and he's all hard again!" Someone said, I was not too sure if it was Peter or Tyrone.

"Fuck, he loves that!"

"What did you expect, he's a Beta!"

I opened my eyes, Franck had made this last remark, he was currently in the process of rubbing his heavy balls against my forehead. During our hazing days, we would have called it a "tea party".

Franck winked at me when he saw that I was looking at him. It was all a big joke to him, no reason to freak-out.

Gino was full-on taking part into the shenanigans but he was less vocal than the other six. He was hard as a rock though.

I licked the corner of my lips, some precum was dripping there.

I was surprised when Franck signalled to the other that he was about to nut. He was usually the last-one to go.

I understood later that he wanted to show our mates the new and "proper" way to feed me.

"Just like last time, Dan, right? You know what to do not to miss a single droplet of your medicine!"

I felt very self-aware.

I knew exactly what he was referring to but Franck had been the only one I had ever locked my lips around the cockhead, and I still had a vivid memory of Gino's face when he had witnessed it.

But could I really be difficult at this point?

Franck (alongside his hyperspermia) was about to offer me the biggest meal ever, and six more cocks were to follow.

"Come on, Dan... Open up!" Franck pressed me.

He did not have to insist.

I opened my mouth and I even moved closer to his cock to slide it inside. Just the tip of course. This was not about sucking him, just the perfect way to swallow all of his milk.

A gasp was audible in the crowd around us when my lips came into direct contact with his cockhead.

No homo, bros. Right?

Franck was not that ready to cum though. As I was holding his cockhead in my mouth, throbbing and pulsating, he was still stroking his shaft with his right hand. Any sudden move and he was pushing his cock further into my mouth until it tapped against my throat.

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THE CURE

Chapter 10: Team spirit (part 2)


Several times, I had to push him away to make sure I was only swallowing the tip.

The situation got even cruder when some of the guys went back to fapping their cocks against my ass... or against my face while I still had Franck's cockhead lodged inside my mouth!

"I can feel your dick in there, Franck!" Tyrone said, laughing his ass off, as he was slapping his cock against my left cheek.

Maybe I should have said something to gain back some sort of control but I had quite the mouth full already!

"I'm gonna jizz so much, bro, keep that big sausage in your mouth, the blast is coming." Franck teased me.

So, I waited.

I have to admit, at some point, I may have stopped pushing back against Franck's cock lodging itself further down into my throat. Many times, he told me that he was "right there", but only precum was dripping from his piss-slip.

When he finally released his loads, I think that Franck was halfway in and I was semi-choking myself with several inches of his meat.

He had not lied about his orgasm though.

The big blast was real and I felt it, hard.

With no much warning, I felt some warm milk filling up my throat and sliding straight down my oesophagus to my stomach. Clearly, we were respecting the five seconds rule and I was taking all the benefits possible from these XXL loads of cum.

As he was nutting inside of me, - I lost counts of the number of volleys hitting the back of my throat -, Franck grabbed my head to force me to stay still.

He was quickly helped by Darius who slide his two large hands around my throat.

I semi-opened my eyes in a daze. All I could see was the rowing captain's abs against my face, clenching at each new load of thick cum he was pouring into my throat.

"Grrrll Grrrl."

I was making crazy sounds which made some of my teammates laugh.

"Take his juice, Dan, take it all!"

They were cheering me on.

"Grrl, grrl, Grlll..."

"He seems even hungrier than Allan!"

I was drowning in Franck's sperm, it felt like swallowing a gallon of pure concentrated milk, but I stayed strong. I did not puke or gag too much.

I kept it all in and I waited for Franck's cock to be fully deflated before spitting his cock out of my mouth.

At this point, I was panting hard.

"You're ok, mate?" Peter asked.

I must have looked like a mess. I was hardly breathing.

"Yeah." I mumbled, making bubbles in my mouth, filled with white cream.

"Jesus Christ, Franck, you've filled him to the brim!" Andre exclaimed.

"It's going to overflow!" Tyrone chuckled.

"Nah, Dan here is a professional, don't worry, guys! He needs to be full anyway."

I nodded yes and I swallowed some more.

I was proud to live up to the expectations of Franck Karter.

Having confirmation that I was fine uninhibited the other guys even more, if this was possible.

Tyrone was the next one to cum. He had been very excited by my previous trick and he requested the same treatment.

I had no reason to discriminate and I locked my lips around his thick black cock. Fuck, he was even girthier than Franck.

I tried to be a little more mindful about the "just the tip" rule but it did not take long before Ty started to make back and forth motion in my mouth.

"The only way I can cum!" He said to justify himself.

At least, it did not last for more than a few back and forth. Very quickly, Tyrone emptied himself within me. The contact with my lips and tongue had gotten him to the edge.

Even if his cum-shot was incomparable to Franck -- no one was playing in the same "hyperspermia" category -- I could tell that the loads were thick and creamy. Dared I say that they even tasted good?

Diego and Peter who came next were more careful of my boundaries, or maybe themselves were not super comfortable with shoving their cocks down my throat.

Just to be clear, they still made me swallow the tips of their cocks and jizzed straight into my mouth, just like their teammates, but they did not push it.

After the fourth ejaculation, I felt like I truly was becoming a pro at this.

Somehow, I knew that this way of swallowing jizz would soon become the new normal and I guess I was mostly fine with that. When I was ingesting cum, I knew that I was doing the right thing.

It was way better than the sheer feeling of panic and shame I had gone through after I had realized I had messed-up in my bed.

Thinking of which, I was still blatantly hard...

Andre was the next one in line to cum inside of me.

Just like his brother, he was playful. He tried some back and forth, and when I realized I was the one going down his cock, I stopped myself.

I could not really blow him. Right? I was many things, but not a cock sucker!

Andre did not test my limit for too long and he released his eight volleys of cum in my throat. A clean and effective job.

Gino and Big D. were the last ones still standing. Peter had gone back to sleep. The others were watching the end of the show.

Franck held the back of my head.

"Come on, Big D. you turn. You're new to this team, show us your worth!"

With a large smile, Darius took a step towards me and suddenly, I had his fat engorged cock against my face. I am not kidding, that thing was the size of my entire head! I was not even sure I would be able to swallow the tip, but I did try my best.

"That's right, babydoll, take it in your mouth, your precious juice is coming."

Darius told as he fist-bumped Franck, still holding me from behind.

I could try to spin things around here, but either way you were looking at the scene which followed, it was clear that I was no longer only "holding the tip" of a cock in my mouth...

We were more into the "downright face-fucking" territory!

As my head was locked by Franck, Darius started to push his humongous dong further inside my mouth until he fully tapped against my throat and I gagged.

As I spat out an impressive amount of slime and saliva and struggled to keep breathing with his anaconda stuck in my throat, he did seem to think this was a problem.

On the contrary, he started ramming my throat up and down.

"I have tons of precum leaking all over my shaft, dude, you need to get it all in your system. I'm going to feed you so much, man."

"That's the fucking team spirit!" Franck yelled out.

My eyes were widening out, I thought they were about to get expelled from their sockets and all I could feel was that gigantic piece of meat, hard but wet, filling up my throat and pounding me severely.

"You're fine with that, right, Dan? You want it all down in your stomach?" Big D asked me as he was stretching my mouth to its limits.

I nodded yes.

It was true, I was fine with that.

Obviously, since I had shown my consent, things got even filthier from there.

Franck used one of his hands to collect some precum dripping from my own cock and while his friend was ramming me, he pushed his coated fingers inside my mouth. This was wild.

"Don't waste your own precum either, each droplet counts, Beta!"

I exchanged a glance with Gino. He seemed shocked, he was no longer touching his dick, hanging at half-mast between his hairy legs.

All I was thinking about was the healthy cum which was filling up my organs.

"Some would pay millions for juice that good."

Again, I nodded yes, I knew this was perfectly true. I was one lucky Beta male!

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of hardcore face-fucking, Darius pulled his dick out of my mouth and started cumming.

I was startled! Was it not the whole point to have his cockhead in my mouth so he could ejaculate straight within?! Not to lose any drop of precious cum?!

"Darius! The jizz!" Someone howled at him.

I had already jumped back on his big spray hose anyway.

I would not let that seed escape me! Not after all the efforts I had pulled in.

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment." Darius said as he was finishing himself up.

Don't worry, I caught most of his spunk. Only the very first volley had ended-up on my face, it was good to ingest through my skin too so I did not complain.

It was passed 5 am, the guys seemed a bit overwhelmed by the last session with Big D. and there was an awkward moment. From chuckling about the situation, there were now silence and confused looks.

Things had escalated in the heat of the moment, but everyone was seemingly sobering up.

Gino had yet to cum but slowly, the other guys started to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Five minutes later, I found myself dumbfounded and naked, alone in the living-room, the cum dripping on my face, realizing that the party was over.

Although I could not complain about the way I had been fed, - it was by far, the most spunk I had swallowed in one go -, I was still a bit frustrated... One of my meals was missing!

Or so I thought.

When I came back to my room, Gino was furiously jerking-off.

I must have looked surprised because he said:

"You did not really think I would leave you hungry for more?"

I swallowed my saliva.

"You don't have to, Gino... if you don't wanna..."

"We're all part of the same team, bro. That's my duty."

I spontaneously knelt down and crawled to the edge of his bed. Fuck, I was excited. What the hell?

"Wanna do it the new way?" Gino suggested.

He seemed a bit unsure.

As a sole response, I leaned over to take the top of his hard dick in my mouth.

If one of my teammates was deserving of a nice treat, that was certainly Gino.

Immediately, he started moaning.

"Wow... it does feel... different..."

I pushed my head a little further down his cock. I purposely went further down his cockhead this time around, reaching more of his foreskin.

"Different good..." He specified.

I had no idea what was happening to me, to us, to my damn brain... But if Darius had gone so deep within me, I thought it was only fair that Gino got to experience the same thing.

Somehow, I found myself halfway down his shaft, feeling the warm cock throbbing in my mouth, finding its way in my newly-trained throat.

"Hmmm... Keep going... I'll cum quickly..."

So, I went deeper.

"Yeah..."

And deeper.

"Fuck, Dan..."

Until I was properly deepthroating my best friend.

"Good Lord, Dan... Fuck... I... I'm gonna jizz so bad..."

I started bobbing up and down, it was like I was starting to learn about his magnificent cock, his curves, his veins, his moll right above his balls...

I kept going until I had my nose buried in his thick, black and smelly pubic hair.

I caressed his balls with my hands.

Right then, Gino exploded in my throat. One, two, three, four volleys... And some more. He was such a good friend.

His cum tasted damn right delicious. I have to correct my earlier statement, this was the best I had ever had.

And finally, I was full.

[MORE TO CUM]

See you next week to see how far Daniel goes to get more of his fix.
 
THE CURE

Chapter 10: Team spirit (part 2)


Several times, I had to push him away to make sure I was only swallowing the tip.

The situation got even cruder when some of the guys went back to fapping their cocks against my ass... or against my face while I still had Franck's cockhead lodged inside my mouth!

"I can feel your dick in there, Franck!" Tyrone said, laughing his ass off, as he was slapping his cock against my left cheek.

Maybe I should have said something to gain back some sort of control but I had quite the mouth full already!

"I'm gonna jizz so much, bro, keep that big sausage in your mouth, the blast is coming." Franck teased me.

So, I waited.

I have to admit, at some point, I may have stopped pushing back against Franck's cock lodging itself further down into my throat. Many times, he told me that he was "right there", but only precum was dripping from his piss-slip.

When he finally released his loads, I think that Franck was halfway in and I was semi-choking myself with several inches of his meat.

He had not lied about his orgasm though.

The big blast was real and I felt it, hard.

With no much warning, I felt some warm milk filling up my throat and sliding straight down my oesophagus to my stomach. Clearly, we were respecting the five seconds rule and I was taking all the benefits possible from these XXL loads of cum.

As he was nutting inside of me, - I lost counts of the number of volleys hitting the back of my throat -, Franck grabbed my head to force me to stay still.

He was quickly helped by Darius who slide his two large hands around my throat.

I semi-opened my eyes in a daze. All I could see was the rowing captain's abs against my face, clenching at each new load of thick cum he was pouring into my throat.

"Grrrll Grrrl."

I was making crazy sounds which made some of my teammates laugh.

"Take his juice, Dan, take it all!"

They were cheering me on.

"Grrl, grrl, Grlll..."

"He seems even hungrier than Allan!"

I was drowning in Franck's sperm, it felt like swallowing a gallon of pure concentrated milk, but I stayed strong. I did not puke or gag too much.

I kept it all in and I waited for Franck's cock to be fully deflated before spitting his cock out of my mouth.

At this point, I was panting hard.

"You're ok, mate?" Peter asked.

I must have looked like a mess. I was hardly breathing.

"Yeah." I mumbled, making bubbles in my mouth, filled with white cream.

"Jesus Christ, Franck, you've filled him to the brim!" Andre exclaimed.

"It's going to overflow!" Tyrone chuckled.

"Nah, Dan here is a professional, don't worry, guys! He needs to be full anyway."

I nodded yes and I swallowed some more.

I was proud to live up to the expectations of Franck Karter.

Having confirmation that I was fine uninhibited the other guys even more, if this was possible.

Tyrone was the next one to cum. He had been very excited by my previous trick and he requested the same treatment.

I had no reason to discriminate and I locked my lips around his thick black cock. Fuck, he was even girthier than Franck.

I tried to be a little more mindful about the "just the tip" rule but it did not take long before Ty started to make back and forth motion in my mouth.

"The only way I can cum!" He said to justify himself.

At least, it did not last for more than a few back and forth. Very quickly, Tyrone emptied himself within me. The contact with my lips and tongue had gotten him to the edge.

Even if his cum-shot was incomparable to Franck -- no one was playing in the same "hyperspermia" category -- I could tell that the loads were thick and creamy. Dared I say that they even tasted good?

Diego and Peter who came next were more careful of my boundaries, or maybe themselves were not super comfortable with shoving their cocks down my throat.

Just to be clear, they still made me swallow the tips of their cocks and jizzed straight into my mouth, just like their teammates, but they did not push it.

After the fourth ejaculation, I felt like I truly was becoming a pro at this.

Somehow, I knew that this way of swallowing jizz would soon become the new normal and I guess I was mostly fine with that. When I was ingesting cum, I knew that I was doing the right thing.

It was way better than the sheer feeling of panic and shame I had gone through after I had realized I had messed-up in my bed.

Thinking of which, I was still blatantly hard...

Andre was the next one in line to cum inside of me.

Just like his brother, he was playful. He tried some back and forth, and when I realized I was the one going down his cock, I stopped myself.

I could not really blow him. Right? I was many things, but not a cock sucker!

Andre did not test my limit for too long and he released his eight volleys of cum in my throat. A clean and effective job.

Gino and Big D. were the last ones still standing. Peter had gone back to sleep. The others were watching the end of the show.

Franck held the back of my head.

"Come on, Big D. you turn. You're new to this team, show us your worth!"

With a large smile, Darius took a step towards me and suddenly, I had his fat engorged cock against my face. I am not kidding, that thing was the size of my entire head! I was not even sure I would be able to swallow the tip, but I did try my best.

"That's right, babydoll, take it in your mouth, your precious juice is coming."

Darius told as he fist-bumped Franck, still holding me from behind.

I could try to spin things around here, but either way you were looking at the scene which followed, it was clear that I was no longer only "holding the tip" of a cock in my mouth...

We were more into the "downright face-fucking" territory!

As my head was locked by Franck, Darius started to push his humongous dong further inside my mouth until he fully tapped against my throat and I gagged.

As I spat out an impressive amount of slime and saliva and struggled to keep breathing with his anaconda stuck in my throat, he did seem to think this was a problem.

On the contrary, he started ramming my throat up and down.

"I have tons of precum leaking all over my shaft, dude, you need to get it all in your system. I'm going to feed you so much, man."

"That's the fucking team spirit!" Franck yelled out.

My eyes were widening out, I thought they were about to get expelled from their sockets and all I could feel was that gigantic piece of meat, hard but wet, filling up my throat and pounding me severely.

"You're fine with that, right, Dan? You want it all down in your stomach?" Big D asked me as he was stretching my mouth to its limits.

I nodded yes.

It was true, I was fine with that.

Obviously, since I had shown my consent, things got even filthier from there.

Franck used one of his hands to collect some precum dripping from my own cock and while his friend was ramming me, he pushed his coated fingers inside my mouth. This was wild.

"Don't waste your own precum either, each droplet counts, Beta!"

I exchanged a glance with Gino. He seemed shocked, he was no longer touching his dick, hanging at half-mast between his hairy legs.

All I was thinking about was the healthy cum which was filling up my organs.

"Some would pay millions for juice that good."

Again, I nodded yes, I knew this was perfectly true. I was one lucky Beta male!

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of hardcore face-fucking, Darius pulled his dick out of my mouth and started cumming.

I was startled! Was it not the whole point to have his cockhead in my mouth so he could ejaculate straight within?! Not to lose any drop of precious cum?!

"Darius! The jizz!" Someone howled at him.

I had already jumped back on his big spray hose anyway.

I would not let that seed escape me! Not after all the efforts I had pulled in.

"Sorry, I got lost in the moment." Darius said as he was finishing himself up.

Don't worry, I caught most of his spunk. Only the very first volley had ended-up on my face, it was good to ingest through my skin too so I did not complain.

It was passed 5 am, the guys seemed a bit overwhelmed by the last session with Big D. and there was an awkward moment. From chuckling about the situation, there were now silence and confused looks.

Things had escalated in the heat of the moment, but everyone was seemingly sobering up.

Gino had yet to cum but slowly, the other guys started to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Five minutes later, I found myself dumbfounded and naked, alone in the living-room, the cum dripping on my face, realizing that the party was over.

Although I could not complain about the way I had been fed, - it was by far, the most spunk I had swallowed in one go -, I was still a bit frustrated... One of my meals was missing!

Or so I thought.

When I came back to my room, Gino was furiously jerking-off.

I must have looked surprised because he said:

"You did not really think I would leave you hungry for more?"

I swallowed my saliva.

"You don't have to, Gino... if you don't wanna..."

"We're all part of the same team, bro. That's my duty."

I spontaneously knelt down and crawled to the edge of his bed. Fuck, I was excited. What the hell?

"Wanna do it the new way?" Gino suggested.

He seemed a bit unsure.

As a sole response, I leaned over to take the top of his hard dick in my mouth.

If one of my teammates was deserving of a nice treat, that was certainly Gino.

Immediately, he started moaning.

"Wow... it does feel... different..."

I pushed my head a little further down his cock. I purposely went further down his cockhead this time around, reaching more of his foreskin.

"Different good..." He specified.

I had no idea what was happening to me, to us, to my damn brain... But if Darius had gone so deep within me, I thought it was only fair that Gino got to experience the same thing.

Somehow, I found myself halfway down his shaft, feeling the warm cock throbbing in my mouth, finding its way in my newly-trained throat.

"Hmmm... Keep going... I'll cum quickly..."

So, I went deeper.

"Yeah..."

And deeper.

"Fuck, Dan..."

Until I was properly deepthroating my best friend.

"Good Lord, Dan... Fuck... I... I'm gonna jizz so bad..."

I started bobbing up and down, it was like I was starting to learn about his magnificent cock, his curves, his veins, his moll right above his balls...

I kept going until I had my nose buried in his thick, black and smelly pubic hair.

I caressed his balls with my hands.

Right then, Gino exploded in my throat. One, two, three, four volleys... And some more. He was such a good friend.

His cum tasted damn right delicious. I have to correct my earlier statement, this was the best I had ever had.

And finally, I was full.

[MORE TO CUM]

See you next week to see how far Daniel goes to get more of his fix.
Thank god Dan is finally getting that sperm straight from the factories. It’s really only the practical way to go. *tongue out emoji* Thanks TL