At the AIS Clinic

Just as he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake in coming, there was one quick knock and the door opened. In strode a middle-age man in a white coat, carrying a clipboard.

“Good morning, Mr. Williams,” he cheerily announced. “Welcome to the Mountain Avenue AIS Clinic.”

John Williams jumped to his feet as the doctor looked him up and down.

“Please sit down Mr. Williams, I have some questions to ask and forms to fill out before we move on to the examination. I’m another ‘Williams’, Dr. George Williams. There are certainly a lot of Williams in the world,” he laughed, immediately putting John at ease.

As John said hello and sat back down, Dr. Williams continued to look closely at him, especially at the bulge in John’s tight shorts. John began to blush as he could feel that he was beginning to get an erection.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” the doctor continued, “I’ve certainly seen plenty of penises and testicles of all shapes and sizes and at all stages of erection. If you don’t get an erection naturally when we start the exam, I’ll have to stimulate one anyway. You do seem to have a larger set than most of the young men I see here though, and I certainly see hundreds of them.”

John blushed even deeper and his erection grew.

“Maybe it’ll help if you cross your legs, lean forward a bit and try to relax. That seems to work for most of the young men I see. If it doesn’t, don’t worry about it. As I said, you’ll need to get as hard an erection as possible once we start the physical exam. If it stands at attention until we get there, there’s no harm done. Every young man I see today will need to get an erection for me.”

The doctor then sat in the other chair in the examining room and glanced over the papers on his clipboard. “You’re definitely a strong prospect for a sperm donor, Mr. Williams. Your school records indicate that you’re of well above average intelligence and your medical records show that you are in excellent health. You have no genetic diseases that your family doctor has discovered. That you’ve done very well on both your high school’s baseball and basketball teams indicates that your muscular coordination and reflexes are excellent. All in all, depending on the sperm itself, you should make an excellent donor. We will, of course, freeze most of your specimens and produce only two or three babies to start. If they are healthy, I can see no reason why we wouldn’t want to use your sperm for 20 or more, fertilizations.”

“The only question I have; is why you waited so long to come in for your first appointment. This shows that your eighteenth birthday is in only a week and a half. Regulations require that all sperm samples be collected no later than the date of your eighteenth birthday. We really prefer to collect them much younger. Best is for boys to decide to be sperm donors shortly after they reach puberty. The highest quality sperm is that produced earliest. As the cells in your testicles divide and redivide to produce sperm they gradually acquire mutations. That’s why we’ve set the cut-off at eighteen. I hope you realize that we have only a very few days to collect any and all sperm that you will be able to provide the Center.”

“Yes, doctor, I understand. I know I really should have come in earlier, but I wanted my donation period to end as close to my birthday as I could. I didn’t want to give them up any earlier than I had to. A week and a half is probably cutting it pretty close, though, isn’t it?”

“It certainly is. For someone as promising as you, we’d really like at least three weeks of donations, maybe even four to six weeks. If everything checks out, your sperm will be in high demand. I doubt that we’ll have enough of it for all of the clinics that will want to order it. No one clinic can fertilize more than two women from a single donor, but the network is worldwide. There are thousands of clinics on the list vying for the best sperm samples. Healthy, intelligent donors who also happen to be blonde and blue-eyed are the ones in highest demand.”

“If I’d known that I might have been a donor for as long as a month, I’d have certainly come in earlier, but, still, being able to sire twenty or more kids through the clinic is certainly better than just trying the old fashioned way and only having one. There’s always that little bit of risk, though if I don’t pass.”

“O.K., that answers one of the questions that I’d need to ask. You do understand that once you’ve submitted to the semen test, if any genetic or fertility problems are found the law requires that you be immediately sterilized. I’d need to remove your testicles before you left the clinic today. You couldn’t even have a kid by the old fashioned ‘natural’ way.”

“Yes, I know that. And, it’s partly that little bit of risk that’s kept me putting this off. I finally decided that I couldn’t wait any longer with my birthday coming up. I also can’t think of any reason why my sperm wouldn’t pass muster. And, with all of the publicity that AIS babies are getting, with all of the tax breaks and health benefits for the babies, there aren’t many women willing to have an ‘old fashioned’ natural baby any more. I figured that I’d either have good sperm and produce AIS babies or I’d probably never produce a kid at all!”

“You’re probably right. Even though you’re bright and very handsome, there really aren’t many women having natural babies anymore except, maybe in some of the more primitive countries. And even there, it’s getting rarer. You’ve made the right decision; I just wish you had made it sooner. A lot sooner would have been better yet. We’re getting more and more donors who are fourteen and fifteen. Their sperm certainly is likely to have fewer defects and we can collect for a full month if everything looks good. In a week and a half we probably can’t collect enough for more than about 20 to 25 effective fertilizations. Some boys are able to contribute enough for 100 or more! The defective ones, of course, get zero.”

“I see that you’ve signed all of the proper paperwork – that you’ve read all of the information sheets and know the consequences of coming here, both benefits and potential drawbacks. You’ve agreed to be sterilized immediately today should we discover any defect in your sperm. You understand, too, that you must be sterilized as soon as the clinic has collected all the sperm it wants from you, or after six weeks of collection, or on your eighteenth birthday, whichever one comes first. None of your sperm will be used for any artificial insemination until after you have been sterilized. All your school records and medical records seem to be in order. Do you have any questions before we start the physical exam?”

“Well, it’s really not related to me, but there were three little boys laughing and joking as they left the clinic just as I got here. They only looked to be nine or ten. How can they be potential sperm donors? Or do you do something else here too? Do you give guided tours to little kids?”

“You probably didn’t the man who was with them. That was Father Bill, the choir director at St. Anne’s down the street. A lot of people don’t seem to know the most recent additions to the whole set of AIS legislation. There’ve been a lot of changes since it was first put into effect.”

“You probably remember from your junior high history classes that in the late twentieth century a number of private artificial insemination clinics were founded promising to provide sperm only from Nobel Prize winners or other highly desirable males. When it turned out that most of them were providing the sperm of the lab director and his friends, the clinics were put under the control of the National Health Service. The first step was that the new Artificial Insemination Service clinics simply encouraged men who were fit and intelligent to contribute sperm. Soon after that, legislation was introduced to provide tax and health care benefits to women who chose to produce babies from the approved sperm.”

“We immediately had a lot of AIS babies. Single women, especially, realized that the various benefits made it much easier for them to have children. Very quickly even married couples decided that it was better to have AIS babies with high-quality, government-approved sperm. The babies were much brighter and healthier, and the government picked up many of the expenses of raising the baby. Pretty soon nearly half of all babies were AIS ones.”

“Then the problem of incest was raised. While the AIS clinics could distribute the sperm that they collected so that babies from the same donor were born in widely separated areas, and they could check to see if an intended married couple happened to have the same biological father, there was no control of the ‘natural’ babies that an AIS donor produced. Being an accepted AIS sperm donor meant that men were in demand from many women to produce ‘natural’ babies and some of them were producing dozens of babies in addition to their AIS ones. Pretty soon the government realized that something had to be done. That’s when they passed legislation that approved sperm donors had no more than six weeks to donate before they would be permanently and irreversibly sterilized.”

“With more and more men attempting to become donors, a law requiring immediate sterilization of rejected donors was also passed. This caused a short-term drop in the number of men volunteering to be tested. But, it was only a couple of months before the number started increasing again. Scientific evidence on the increasing frequency of deleterious genetic mutations with the increasing age of testicles resulted in gradually reducing the upper age limit for donations. When first put into law, 30 was the upper age, then 25, then 20, and now it’s 18. There’s even been some talk of lowering the upper age limit to 15 or 16. Boys begin producing enough viable sperm for the clinics to collect by 13 or 14 and the younger the boy it’s collected from, the higher the quality. I’d certainly be happy if all boys were required to come in for testing at 13 or 14.”

“Now that few women are willing to produce a baby with any male who has not been tested and approved by an AIS clinic, a new law has been passed. Men who had not volunteered as donors before they reached the cut-off age and then been sterilized, either because they had donated their quota or because they were unfit, found that women were unwilling to become intimate with them. Women were afraid of becoming pregnant by an unqualified man. They didn’t want to raise a child who could not receive the government benefits that were available only to AIS babies.”

“We have all these men over the cut-off age who never volunteered to donate sperm and weren’t sterilized when they were younger. They’re still fertile, and no woman will even date them for fear of becoming pregnant by them. This most recent legislation that only went into effect last month allows ANY male, of any age, to request immediate permanent and irreversible sterilization without testing and regardless of age. All they have to do is visit their nearest clinic for a brief discussion of the consequences of their decision and then return, no sooner than twenty-four hours later, to be sterilized.”

“Men who want to, at least date, and maybe even marry a woman, but who have no hope of doing so because of their fertility are coming in in droves. Every clinic in the country has been performing a lot of castrations of 30 and 40 year-old men. I’ve probably done nearly a hundred myself in the past month.”

“Because the law said that ANY male, of ANY age, after proper consultation with an AIS physician about the consequences, can request castration, Father Bill has been bringing some of the St. Anne’s choirboys in for consultation. He’s always longed for the age of Italian castrati.”

“Three weeks ago, he brought in two of the best voices from St. Anne’s children’s choir. I sat them down and told them all about the positive and negative aspects of castration at an early age. Two days later he brought one of them back for me to castrate. The boy repeated to me what I had told him about the consequences and signed the paperwork himself. The law said that I had to castrate him immediately. Since then I’ve castrated two more boys from the St. Anne’s choir and have talked with boys brought in by choir directors from several other churches who’ve heard that we’ve castrated boys for St. Anne’s.”

“Other than the three choir boys that I’ve castrated for St. Anne’s, I’ve only done one other so far – a choirboy from St. Ignatius Eastern Orthodox. Somehow that one seems a little more right since St. Ignatius himself was a eunuch. I expect that I’ll be castrating a lot of nine and ten year-olds in the next few weeks. I don’t think I like the idea, but the law says that it only requires their request and doesn’t allow for me to even ask their parents. As long as choir directors want castrati, there’ll be AIS clinics to provide them”

“Well, I see he’s standing about as firmly at attention as he can possibly get! Let me finish about the boys you saw this morning, and we’ll get to your physical.”

“Father Bill brought the three of them in this morning for the required explanation of the consequences of early castration. I sat all three of them down and talked with them and then had them take off their shorts for a physical exam. They all giggled and laughed while I measured their testicles and penises. I then had them explain to me what I had just told them so that I was sure they understood. Since all three seemed excited that they might become famous singers, and I could tell two of them that they had inherited defects that would prevent them from ever becoming sperm donors, I expect that I’ll be castrating at least those two within a couple of days and maybe all three. They all seemed to like the idea that their penises would never grow any bigger.”

“O.K., now, time for your physical. Please stand up and take off your shorts so that I can measure your penis and testicles before we take a sperm sample for analysis.”

John slowly stood up and, rather reluctantly pushed down his shorts. His, now unconfined penis bobbed up to its full length, as he again blushed red.

“Well, that certainly a nice large one,” the doctor announced. “Certainly not the biggest I’ve seen, but bigger than average. You’re also starting to leak a bit, so we need to get a collection bag on it just in case you ejaculate too soon.” With that the doctor opened a drawer in the small cabinet in the room and pulled out an orange-colored foil packet. As he ripped it open, he said, “It’s basically just a condom, except that it has nothing on it that would harm your sperm.”

With that, the doctor placed the condom on the end of John’s now throbbing penis and quickly rolled it down. John shuddered as the doctor handled his penis.

“I hope you don’t have a ‘hair trigger’,” the doctor joked. “I’d rather get the exam over with and have one of the nurses come in to collect the sample, rather than having you shoot it out now. If you weren’t so close to your birthday, I wouldn’t bother with the collection bag. We could always get a good enough sample off the floor for quality testing; we just couldn’t use any of it for insemination. We need to save all of you that we can, though.”

“You definitely take the extra-large size. We keep six sizes in the drawer here, everything from extra small to jumbo. You’re the next to the largest we stock. We rarely get a boy who takes the jumbo and not many more that need the extra large size. Your testicles, though, may be the biggest healthy ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Let’s get your measurements taken.” With that, the doctor pushed John’s penis down to horizontal and placed a small ruler on top. “Eight and three-eighths inches and absolutely straight,” he announced before writing it on a form on his clipboard. He then pulled a set of rings out of a drawer and tried placing first one then another over the end of John’s penis. After three tries, he found one that fit snugly as he slid it down the length of the shaft. “Five and three-quarters inches in circumference. That’s nearly two standard deviations above average size.”

“I’m not sure I can accurately measure testicle size,” the doctor said as he pulled a string of testicle-shaped beads out of another drawer. “I have five different sets of orchidometers here,” he said as he displayed one to John. “I used one with sizes from one cc to five cc when I checked the choir boys earlier. All of their testicles were one or two ccs. My largest set here goes from 25 to 35. That’s, again, two standard deviations above average, but you can see that yours are bigger yet. I’d guess about 40 cc, but I’ll have to get a larger set to check your size. We can do that when we have the results of your sperm analysis back.”

“Now, if you’d sit down again and try to relax, we have two more questions to answer. The first one is whether you’d like a male or a female nurse to collect your sperm samples. We have both available.”

“I’d definitely like a pretty woman. How pretty are your nurses?”

“Because of the nature of the job, that’s part of the job description. All of the female collection nurses are very pretty, and the male nurses are young and handsome.” With that the doctor pushed one of the buttons on the console above the cabinet. “We should have one of the female nurses here in just a minute. I’ll leave the two of you alone so that she can do her job.”

“The second question has to do with your testicles. Since you’ve agreed to sperm donation, the law requires that you be permanently and irreversibly sterilized as soon as your donation period is complete. This means that we will remove your testicles at that point. You need to decide now what you want done with them and sign the form that I have for that.”

“There are three options to choose from. First, since your testicles will no longer be functional and you will have no further need of them, you can simply have the clinic dispose of them. That’s what I had done with mine when they were removed. The clinic incinerates any that clients don’t want at the end of every day. They just go up in smoke and are they’re done and over with.”

“No, doctor, I want to keep mine. I’ve had them for nearly eighteen years and I’d like to keep them. I’m pretty attached to them, even if they won’t be attached to me any more.”

“Most young men make that decision. That’s what I expected you’d say. The other two options are, first to have your testicles freeze-dried so that you can keep them. Some men like to just have them in a box in their desk or in a drawer next to their bed. The store in the lobby of the clinic sells some nice decorative boxes in various sizes, though you wouldn’t need to select one until you need it. You could also get a box anywhere else or even make your own.”

“The final option is to have your testicles kept in a clear preservative fluid. That way they’d keep their same size, shape, and texture. You could display them in a decorative bottle or, again, just keep them in a drawer in a pickle jar. The lobby gift shop has a wide variety of bottles. For testicles as large as yours, any fancy bottle will need to be special ordered. Especially popular right now is clear glass in the shape of a large erect penis, larger than average size, though certainly smaller than yours. It has a glass ‘scrotum’ to hold the two testicles. Another popular one has two glass ‘cherries’ with green glass leaves. It’s very discrete and looks good on a shelf, though maybe for you they could special order a pair of plums or apricots,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I like that. I get to keep ’em for a couple more weeks, but having ‘em in a nice bottle where I can see them when I want sounds right.”

Just then there was a single knock on the door. It opened and a gorgeous young redhead stepped into the room. “Hello, Jennifer,” the doctor said. “This is John Williams. John is here for his sperm analysis and first semen sample. He only has a week and a half until his eighteenth birthday, so ever bit you can gather is good. Try not to let a single drop get away.”

John again blushed a bright red over every exposed surface and immediately crossed his legs even tighter and used his hands to cover his genitals.

“Hello, John. Don’t be so embarrassed. I’ve certainly seen lots of those working here. It’s my job, but I do have a lot of fun playing with them. We’re definitely going to have fun getting your sample! It’s my job to make sure you enjoy every minute of it”

“H-h-h-hello Jen-n-n-ni-nifer,” John finally stammered out, not looking up at her face. She was clad in proper clinical white, but wearing a skimpy halter top and a skirt that ended a good six inches above her knees.

“O.K., Mr. Williams. I’ll leave the two of you together so that Jennifer can do her job. It’s her job to get the strongest ejaculation she can from you, with, of course, the most pleasure that she can provide. Once you ejaculate, she’ll carefully remove the collection bag and give you some towels to clean up with. She’ll then take the sample down to the lab for analysis. One of the technicians will analyze a small sample of your semen for sperm quality and prepare the rest for cryogenic freezing for the insemination part of the clinic to use once you’ve been sterilized. It’ll take about fifteen to twenty minutes for the analysis, then Jennifer will come back down here to see if you’re up to giving a second sample. Then she’ll also set up your collection schedule, the times you’ll come back for her to collect more specimens. Don’t get dressed until she comes back to see if she can collect a second specimen. I’ll step back in at some point with the largest set of orchidometer beads in the lab to see if I can check your testicle size. I’ll see you again in a bit.” With that the doctor left the room softly closing the door behind him.

Jennifer quietly knelt down next to John and gently pulled his hands aside to stroke his scrotum and penis. “Wow! Those are certainly the biggest balls I’ve ever seen. And that’s a great prick. As soon as you’re properly cut and sterile there’ll be lots of girls wanting their chance at it. Have you ever used it on a girl?”

“No, not yet. I’ve sure tried, but none of the girls I know will have anything to do with a boy who still has his balls. That’s one reason I’m here.”

“Well, I bet no girl has done this to you yet,” as she gently rolled the shaft of his penis between her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh! Hoh! That’s… that’s….”

“Hey, hey. You look like you’re going to shoot already and I haven’t even warmed up. Try to hold it. It feels better the longer you can hold it.”

“Uh! Uh! I don’t think I can!”

“O.K., how about your very first blow job?” she said as she put her mouth over the end of John’s prick.

“Oh! Oh! O-o-o-oh! Hu-u-uh….”

“That was awfully quick. Well, you’ll do a lot better after a few times with ME collecting your specimens. I’m a pretty good teacher. The longer you can hold it, the better it’ll feel. The better your girlfriend will like it too. By the time I’m done with you, you should be up to at least a couple of minutes. Five or six would be better yet. We’ll see how you do. You went off so quick this time you should be ready for another bout as soon as I get your lab test done.”

Jennifer then gently removed the collection bag from John’s penis. “There are plenty of warm, damp towels in this cabinet,” she said, opening one. “Just drop the used ones in the hamper there. I’ll just take this sample down to the lab while you rest up for my return visit. The next time we’ll try this out,” she said lifting her short skirt to show a thin black thong with bright red hair showing around the sides.

As she left the room, John sat back down for a while to recuperate from the experience. After cleaning off, he sat back and waited for Jennifer, dreaming about the flash of hair she’d shown him and what it meant for his next experience. Maybe the decision to visit the clinic was a very good one. He began thinking of what he might do the next time to last a bit longer. He certainly didn’t want to go off in five seconds again. And, he might get to do this every day until his birthday.”

John was still daydreaming about Jennifer when someone knocked once on the door. It opened and both Jennifer and Dr. Williams walked in, together with a couple of young men dressed in white. All looked somewhat glum, especially Jennifer.

Dr. Williams spoke first, “Bad news, Mr. Williams. There were far too many deformed sperm in the sample. Either you have some problem that hadn’t been detected, or you’re just too old to be a donor. It’s too bad you didn’t come in when you were younger. You know the rules. The law is that you need to be sterilized today before you can leave the clinic. Jennifer will take you down the hall and help to prepare you for surgery. Steve and Jorge are here to help, if needed. Jennifer will get you shaved and prepped. Since you’ll be a bit too sore to even masturbate for a couple of days, she’ll give you that second ejaculation that she promised.”

John slumped back in the chair and groaned.

“It’s not so bad…. This just means that you’ll find a girlfriend even quicker,” Jennifer added. “With that tremendous prick and a bit of practice, you’ll have half the girls in school chasing you the minute that know you’ve had your surgery. You’ll have to run hard to keep away from them all. You won’t miss those balls for long. Your prick will be certainly happy they’re gone!”

Steve or Jorge, John didn’t know which was which, then said, “Yeah, I only missed mine for a few days. I volunteered to be a donor on my sixteenth birthday, but my sperm was defective and I was castrated as a birthday present.”

“But Jorge’s balls were only ornamental anyway,” said the other young man. “He’s gay and wouldn't be making any babies with women even if he had his balls.”

“They weren’t even ornamental. That implies that they, at least, look good. I’ve had only one boyfriend with balls, and they sure weren’t good looking. I’d never go out with another guy who still had them. I had mine freeze-dried when they cut’ em off. I brought ‘em in and tossed ‘em in the incinerator a couple of months ago.”

“I didn’t even get to try to donate,” Steve then continued. “I lost one of them in an accident when I was little. Everyone kept telling me that was why we had two – a second one for a spare. Then I got testicular cancer when I was 13. The first thing my doctor did was chop it off. I went through all the emotions, anger, depression, hate. But I finally realized it didn’t matter. My wife and I have a beautiful little daughter and she’s expecting our second baby next month. You don’t need balls to be a father.”

“O.K., O.K.,” Jennifer interjected, “time for woman’s perspective. Men without balls are much sexier. We can have all the fun we want with no fear that we’ll get pregnant. If you want your prick to have a workout, you’ve got to get your balls off.”

“Enough!” Dr. Williams finally announced. “It’s time to take Mr. Williams down to the prep room to get him ready. Best if Jennifer does all of it, but you two guys need to hang around to see if she needs any help. Jennifer, once Mr. Williams is prepped, he needs to have another ejaculation. You can call Christine or Anna in to help, or you can use one of the guys. Whatever you think will give Mr. Williams the best experience.”

“Mr. Williams, there are three surgeons working this morning. I don’t know who will be the one to castrate you. It’ll just be the one who’s turn you are. We all take turns and I’ll be doing castrations tomorrow. It’s routine surgery and we do at least a couple dozen per day here in the clinic. Jennifer will set up your appointment for next week to take your stitches out. She’ll also arrange for you to have another pleasurable ejaculation. If you want a second woman to help, let her know when you set the time. I’m sorry that your sperm was ineligible, but there are many possible factors. Please relax and try to think about the pleasure that you’re going to be having once those balls are removed. I hope that someday you will look back at today as the beginning of the best period of your life. Good luck.”

With that, Dr. Williams turned and walked out of the room….