The Donor

I let him thrash around a little until he was fully coherent and aware that he was wearing nothing but a band-aid where the IV had been and an adult diaper, then handed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts to the embarrassed boy and pointed him towards the bathroom, or head as it is called on a boat, and told him to take a shower and come back in for breakfast. I knew he would be hungry after having subsisted on intravenous feeding for the last three days.

"What the fuck is this all about? If this is a kidnapping you've made a mistake. My old man doesn't have any money." The kid said when he came back in. I reached across the table and slapped him just hard enough to get his attention, and then explained the situation to him.

"First of all, you watch your mouth and you speak to me with respect. Second, I have spent a lot of money and have committed several felonies to get you here, and I'm not in the mood to take any crap off of you. Your parents have been told that you will be returned to them in about a week, so don't do anything to make me change my mind. You are on a boat in the middle of the ocean and I am your only means of survival."

The boy calmed down a little, and I explained why he was there as he ate breakfast.

"I have a son your age who was diagnosed with testicular cancer six months ago. His only hope for living involved removal of both gonads, and this was done after he had deposited several specimens of his semen in a sperm bank for future impregnation of a mate. The surgery was successful, prostheses were implanted in his scrotum, and he is taking hormone supplements to retain masculine characteristics and sexual funtions. The doctors assure him that no one, including sexual partners, will know that his balls are fake unless he tells them. He has accepted the situation well, possibly because his fake testicles wre purposely oversized so that he will grow into them, and he has returned to school as a sophomore with only two small scars on his abdomen, and these can be explained to be the result of a hernia repair.

"The sperm bank called me a couple of months ago and admitted that there had been a problem with the collection, processing, or storage, and that somehow my son's seed is no longer viable. It is important to me that my son never learns about this mishap, so I decided to replace the bad semen. My own is of no value, as I had a vasectomy after he was born, so I looked around for a boy the same age with similar physical characteristics. The first two I found with the same body type, bone structure, and hair and eye colors both had the wrong blood type. You are a perfect match in every way, so I will collect about a dozen sperm samples from you."

"Man, that's a real bummer! I would rather be dead than alive with no balls." The kid said with conviction.

I thought that he would feel that way, as the condoms and love letters in his school bag revealed that he was heavily involved with a classmate. I told him that we might as well get started, if he felt up to it, on collecting the dozen or so samples That I needed to assure two or three successful pregnancies for my future daughter-in-law.

"Just give me the cup, and leave me alone, and I'll give you all you want." The smart-ass said with a smile.

"No. That may have been what went wrong the first time." I said. "I have been trained in the collection and I will extract it myself."

"Okay, just get down on your knees then spit it into the cup afterwards." This boy had a real problem with his mouth.

The kid was a little weak from having been sedated, and I outweighed him by sixty pounds, so it wasn't long before I had him secured to the bulkhead with his shorts pulled down. I started by thouroughly washing his cock. Many people think that married men no longer masturbate, and that they lose their touch when they wed. This, of course, is bullshit. My wife is untouchable for a week every month, and I make frequent trips out of town, so what I did to the boy came natural to me. I gripped his shaft and ticked his balls with my fingers until he got hard, and then slipped a special sterilized condom on him. I have never seen my son erect, but both he and this boy were about the same size soft. I stoked him for a few minutes before he suddenly convulsed and ballooned the condom with his product, which I extracted with a pipette to fill four ampoules with his seed. These I immediatly placed for in a liquid nitrogen Dewar's flask for storage.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" I asked the red-faced youth.

"You're a perverted son-of-a-bitch!" He answered.

I reached out and slapped him again, this time hard enough to hurt.

"I told you to watch your language. If you keep talking like that I may really get pissed off." I grabbed his balls for emphasis and gave them a squeeze. "I can hurt you real bad, you know. Just relax, recharge your batteries for a while, and we'll finish up. You might even get to enjoy it if you let yourself."

I untied him and locked him in the stateroom while I went to tend the autopilot that keeps the boat on course. I let him rest for six hours before collecting another sample and filling three vials. This time he was more cooperative and actually got into the rhythm to help things along. I made dinner and we ate before I locked him up for the night. We filled four more tubes the next day and finished the day after that and headed back to land.

"I'll need to sedate you now." I told him as I administered the hypodermic. "The autopilot is coupled to the GPS system and will bring the boat right into the harbor. You should be up and about by then, and you just push the big red button labeled 'Emergency Stop' to shut every thing down. I'll be leaving in the helicopter with the collection team."

"Collection team?' He asked, woozily, as the sedative started to work.

"The semen that you donated is just for backup in case the transplant surgery fails and my son's body rejects your testicles. The collection team will be here any minute now to harvest them for the operation. You said that you would rather be dead than alive without your balls, and you have that choice, but don't rush into anything. You might just like being a eunuch."