About Eve,

by Chris Bellows

  Next, his back was massaged and finally, in preparation for massaging the chest and stomach, Nurse Nami bent down and opened the valve to the catheter. The contents of the boy’s bladder slowly flowed to a waiting collection bag as Nurse Nami massaged the chest and stomach.

  “It’s very important that he relate the tremendous feeling of relief to my actions. He realizes that his nurse has granted him some degree of pleasure, as simple and natural as emptying the bladder may seem. He’ll learn that everything comes from me. Food, bladder relief, momentary freedom and massage. In a few days he’ll begin to respond and be eager to perform for me.”

  Nurse Nami stood to the side with a smile of satisfaction and let me observe the essence of submission. Had a tube not been inserted in the boy’s mouth, I concluded he would be smiling.

  Nurse Nami closed the valve and 523 kicked a bit. The microphone was flipped on.

  “Be good,” she admonished. “You know we don’t allow an empty bladder.”

  It was obvious from the boy’s reaction that he needed more relief. But he would not receive such. The nurse retrieved the bag and placed it near the entrance to the stall. It was plainly marked with the date and the number “523".

  “The lab will test it and I’ll have a complete report tomorrow. From that I’ll adjust the nutrition and hormone level.”

  The nurse moved to the boy’s side and gently patted his buttocks, which hung at the height of her shoulders. She reached up with a swab and wiped saliva from the boy’s mouth. The sample was included in a separate plastic bag.

  “Test for testosterone,” she commented.

  “See you tomorrow.”

  She replaced the blindfold and smiled caringly. But it was also a smile of authoritative control and firm confidence.

  The microphone was turned off. As we turned to leave I noticed for the first time a digital clock on the wall behind me. Nurse Nami saw my look of curiosity as the numbers had no relationship to the time of day and were decreasing with every second.

  “That’s the time until I draw the next sperm sample. For 523 it’s 32 hours 5 minutes. He hasn’t been here long enough for it to be meaningful. 356 is next. I believe you’ll better understand the significance of the clock when I milk him.”

  The memory of the curious tour is interrupted as I stroll into the lobby. Nickie has been released from the wooden pony and all is quiet. The newly arrived guests have been registered and escorted to their rooms.

  Latricia, supervisor of the serving staff dormitory is presenting paperwork to the concierge. It is the list of fortunate staff members scheduled for masturbation. Each afternoon Latricia and the concierge review the list and select one or two members to endure the ultimate humiliation of the Spa...being brought to long overdue climax before a gathering of amused guests during the cocktail and dinner hours. I listen in for a moment, confident that a very charming, well-built male will be squirming under the talented grip of one of our masturbatrixes and an equally alluring female will be riding a hideous but devilishly pleasurable vibrator for the entertainment of all.

  The selected male is one I have not observed before. He measures twelve inches and I make a note to later stop by for an aperitif.

  Chapter Nine

  Returning to my office, I make some phones calls and write some brief notes to the guests who have just departed, thanking them for their patronage.

  A note has been placed on my desk. The Princess requests the pleasure of my company at dinner. I send an affirmative response, picturing her ‘Peter Pan’ eunuch standing by her side or more likely kneeling under the table.

  The thought stimulates my imagination and I convince myself to bring Lotus with me. Perhaps the Princess would consider swapping for a time. I have been told that in ancient times a properly trained altered male could provide more than adequate oral service.

  More paperwork is reviewed and with the drudgery, memories of the sperm bank return.

  Nami and I left donor 523. The walk to the stall of donor number 356 was short. All of Nami’s charges were suspended in stalls within the same hallway to conserve time and insure that she was nearby for emergencies.

  As I recall, a glance at my watch indicated that we spent almost two hours with number 523. The time went quickly.

  “Number 356 has been with us for a while. One of my best producers but his capabilities are beginning to decline. With the spring coming, he’ll probably be culled.”

  We stepped into a stall and there hung a boy who, with the complete absence of hair, appeared identical to 523, except he had blue eyes. A closer look indicated he was a little older and unlike 523 was carrying a bit of fat. He was not blindfolded and when Nurse Nami entered, he stirred in his sling and the catheterized penis began to show signs of arousal.

  “So happy to see me...” Nurse Nami commented, as she moved to his left side and fingered the metal disk hanging from the piercing on his hip.

  “Yes. He’s been with us three years. At age twenty one he’ll soon be moving on.”

  The switch for the microphone was turned on.

  “Be nice to our guest, 356. Why not show off for her? Would you like that? Yes, I think you would.”

  Nurse Nami’s tone was that of parent speaking to a young child. She tenderly patted his buttocks as I turned to look at the digital clock. Zero hour and twenty minutes. 356 was watching it attentively.

  “The years of isolation and complete restraint take a toll on the mind. With no mental interaction his intelligence level diminishes. He’s effectively a very potent male with the mind of a child. Very obedient but needs nurturing...yes, don’t you?”

  The nurse’s fingers toyed with the scrotal sac as she spoke to both 356 and me.

  “His bladder is full but it can wait a little more. You’ll want to see him at his full capacity.”

  She stepped to his front and with a very firm but professional flick of the wrist, the catheter was instantly pulled out. The Prince Albert piercing came into better view. It was a fairly sturdy gauge gold ring about an inch in diameter. I have since seen many others, but rarely as big and never so deeply implanted in the urethra. It would not tear except under enormous tension.

  “356 is on a six day cycle. He should stand very nicely for you. Something to amuse while I perform the daily ablutions.”

  I assumed that the six day cycle was the time since the extraction of the last sperm sample. At his age it must have seemed like an eternity, particularly as he helplessly hung naked, thoroughly bound, and forced to watch the clock click away the seconds.

  His penis began to slowly rise. It was amazing to watch it blossom to full height and even Nurse Nami stood to the side in some degree of awe.

  “Let’s have him put on a good stand.”

  Quick adjustments of the chains caused more weight to be borne by the thick neck collar and also widen the thigh straps. The effect was immediate. The penis of 356 stood straight up to the ceiling and began to turn purple. The appendage was enormous, probably close to ten inches with an equally impressive girth. Nurse Nami lowered the bench between the thighs and the two testicles freely hung dripping of the special viscous liquid. The sac hung low with two eggs dangling almost to the knees. As the stall air evaporated the moisture of the flesh, the coolness caused the scrotum to slowly shrink and retract upwards toward the body. Nurse Nami laughed.

  “He’s rarely so positioned. We take pictures once a year for Ms. Matilda’s album and then there’s an occasional party, but otherwise the reproductive organs remain in the temperature controlled trough.

  “As you can see, he’s ready. I believe your presence has embarrassed him. I haven’t seen him so flushed since his first day. He’s very eager to perform for you, but first comes the inspection, cleaning and massage.”

  As with 523, each limb of donor 356 was temporarily freed, shaven, scrubbed, oiled and massaged. Nurse Nami pointed out the bulging lower belly and suggested 356's stand was very much assisted by the fullness of his bl
adder.

  As she worked, pre-ejaculatory fluid began to stream from the tip of the penis. 356 silently gazed at me, the feeding tube remained in place obviating speech.

  “You’ll notice I’ve put a nice, somewhat effeminate layer of fat on him. Most people believe that the most virile males are lean and muscular. Not true. The more time you spend with us you’ll notice that the best formulation of nutrition for sperm production is one which diverts cell production away from the muscle development. This boy is like a prize bull. We want all his energy directed toward the production of semen.”

  She recuffed the right wrist, which was the final limb. The torso was shaven clean than oiled than massaged as were the back and buttocks. Nurse Nami stepped back and paused.

  “There now. All soft and shiny. Just look at you 356. Standing so nicely for us with your skin shining in the lights. I bet you’d like to be milked. Yes, you would. And you’re going to show the lady a very large sperm sample, aren’t you? Yes. You’re a good boy and want to please your nurse and make her proud!”

  Nurse Nami moved to the control panel and flipped switches and turned dials.

  “This will evacuate his bowels and this begins to cool the trough.”

  The liquid in the trough swirled with the sound of small motors and pumps.

  “The anticipation is important. With the clock ticking away and my presence his body is preparing itself. When I get back the saliva test, it will show an overwhelming testosterone level. Yes, our boy is ready!”

  With her comments Nurse Nami palmed the heavy scrotal sac, raised the bench, then released the testicles.

  “In we go!”

  With a plunk and a splash the pink egg sized gonads reentered the liquid and 356 jumped noticeably in the tight bondage. Amazingly, his penis began to shrink as Nurse Nami deflated the nozzle in the boy’s rectum and removed the anal feeding tube.

  “The liquid is chilled to 45 degrees. It will numb the testicles.”

  Latex gloves were snapped on as she spoke. The penis shrank more and a small clear plastic collection bag was hooked onto the Prince Albert ring.

  “And numb the penis.”

  Nurse Nami’s left hand pushed the once massive phallus into the chilled liquid, paused then pulled it out. It was comically small and shriveled and for the first time a guttural sound emanated from the throat of 356. She slid the trough toward the back of the bench. The head of the penis with the collection bag attached draped over the edge. 356's testicles and most of the shaft of the formerly stiff pole were immersed.

  “Don’t know if you’ve ever seen a male milked, but it is an interesting process. The cold liquid numbs the testicles and penis. This prevents normal ejaculation and the corresponding sensation of pleasure. It affords me complete control of the process. He will not experience the sudden orgasmic feeling of relief as in coitus. But there will be a mild, glowing feeling as his hormones are slowly released and the prostate gives up its essence.”

  With her words, Nurse Nami lubricated her right glove. With thighs widely spread, 356's rear portal was most vulnerable and he seemed to open himself to welcome her two fingers.

  “The increased tension I’ve put on the neck collar along with the increase in the thigh separation will serve to delay any possible flow of sperm. If I were to aggressively stroke his penis, he would probably not be able to ejaculate. The posture is pleasurable but awkward for the orgasmic muscles.”

  Nurse Nami toyed with 356's left nipple with her left hand as her right fingers slowly moved and stretched the sphincter. As she worked I was the recipient of a very informative lecture about the prostate gland and the male reproductive organs and system. Her knowledge and experience were impressive.

  I learned that during arousal, sperm and ejaculatory fluid accumulate in the prostate gland and the nearby ampulla and seminal vessels. Normally the process of arousal involves a few minutes of foreplay, which may include viewing the naked female form or fantasizing in some manner. At Ms. Matilda’s sperm bank, procedures had greatly lengthened the period of the arousal through the daily treatments and sessions with the nurses, the constant flow of hormones, and the control of the thought process, such as the digital clock which constantly displayed the timing of the next extraction.

  “He’s quite full. The prostate is very swollen. I believe we’ll have a very nice sample. You want to please our guest don’t you 356? I think you want to give us a nice show.”

  Normally the pressure of the building fluid triggered a valve to open and certain muscles to contract causing the ejaculatory reflex. Very dramatic and interesting to observe, as the nurse explained, but rather inefficient. Much sperm and fluid was not evacuated. And there was the objectionable element of pleasure, an element of the process no dominant female wished to impart.

  “Our methods produce the largest samples with minimal pleasurable sensations. Plus, our experiments indicate the male organs return to sperm production more quickly after milking than after an ejaculation. Therefore over time more samples can be extracted through milking than ejaculation.”

  The numbing liquid applied to the testicles and shaft of the penis served to obviate the ejaculatory reflex. In its place, Nurse Nami pressured the ampulla and prostate with her fingers first pushing the sperm and fluid past the triggering valve, which was numbed to inaction, then into the ejaculatory ducts.

  Nurse Nami interrupted her lecture with reports of her progress. When her left hand left 356's nipples and began to massage the area of the perineum, she announced the beginning of the first flow.

  It was interesting to note that she had not touched the shriveled penis during the procedure and that she was in total control of the process.

  “I can stop now and there is nothing he can do for himself. It would be very detrimental to his glands though. The more thoroughly they’re massaged and cleaned out, the more he’ll produce next time. Except of course the aging process slowly diminishes performance. At 21, 356 is just past prime.

  “I’m now going to start the flow. Here it comes!”

  A thick glob of creamy goo dripped impressively into the small plastic bag hooked to the Prince Albert ring.

  “Good Boy!”

  356 could not see downward because of the thick collar so Nurse Nami embarrassingly described the flow. It reminded me of words spoken to a young child in early potty training.

  The initial glob was followed by some clear ejaculatory fluid, until Nurse Nami decided to release more sperm. Slight motions of her fingers were followed by another creamy glob. 356 stirred in his bonds.

  “Very nice 356. I think this will be one of your best. Our guest is very impressed. You like showing off for women, don’t you. Yes.”

  I was indeed impressed...on two counts. That the flaccid, chilled penis was providing an amazingly steady flow of fluid and that Nurse Nami was completely controlling the process, including the timing of each glob of potent sperm, as evidenced by her narration.

  The bag filled as the nurse continued her manipulation and the humiliating description of what should be a male’s most ecstatic moment, which she drew out for ten minutes.

  Finally satisfied, the gloved left fingers squeezed the base of the limp shaft then forcefully pulled downward toward the tip with thumb and forefinger closed. The action was similar to that used on a cow udder and the reference to ‘milking’ became apparent. The final pulling motion caused a final glob to plop into the collection bag. It was the only time during the entire session that the nurse had touched the penis.

  “Good boy. I bet it’s two ounces.”

  356 was flushed and closed his eyes in what seemed to be a combination of embarrassment from the lurid and humiliating display and exhaustion. He had been forced to give up his essence under the most servile and obsequious of circumstances and under the control of Nurse Nami. The watchful eyes of another female observer added to his degradation.

  The collection bag was carefully sealed. The date and the number 356 were promin
ently displayed and Nurse Nami pushed a button on the control panel. Within a minute, as the nurse changed the temperature of the liquid, a very young trainee nurse, also of Filipino heritage, entered the stall and retrieved the valuable sample with a smile and a prolonged glance of admiration at our helpless, naked donor.

  The session ended with the anal tube replaced, and most cruelly, a sizable catheter being inserted.

  “I always use one size larger than needed,” commented the nurse.

  “The larger diameter is most uncomfortable and the timing of the insertion can be most invigorating for him. I never hurry.”

  The large tube was slowly pushed into the urethra. Despite the heavy bonds, 356 squirmed and thrashed with every slow inch of insertion.

  “Now we’ll provide some relief. You’ve been a good boy this morning 356, I’m going to make you more comfortable.”

  Nurse Nami opened a valve on the catheter tube and the urine slowly flowed to a bag. She adjusted the trough so that both the testicles were immersed and the head of the penis no longer was draped over the edge. The microphone was switched off in preparation for returning 356 to his submissive reverie. Another click on the control panel and the digital clock was reset to read 144 hours. It began to click backwards one second at a time.

  The chains holding his neck collar were loosened along with the thigh straps, returning the helpless donor to his more comfortable original position.

  “He’ll probably sleep. Although he has not experienced the normal ecstatic feeling of pleasure, the hormone levels are significantly lower and with the bladder relief he’ll physically feel a nice glow. Added to that is the psychological satisfaction of pleasing his nurse. So he’ll rest as the feeding tubes flood his system with hormones to restore his libido and with that he’ll begin thinking about our next extraction.”

  She was gently patting the buttocks as she spoke.

  “I’m going to miss him. I’ve earned very nice bonuses from his efforts. But at age 21 his performance will begin to diminish. With a good selection of spring donors we’ll probably cull him to make room.”