The First and Last Time

Condom testing by the best company around!  Unwilling test subject 
gives his all for progress.

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The First and Last Time


Mark settled into the booth at the small diner and slowly started 
flipping through the pages of the newest swimsuit special.  As he 
chewed his sandwich and stared at the overstuffed bikinis, he failed 
to notice the woman at the opposite booth watching him.  His jeans 
grew tighter and she grew more interested.  She looked at his brown 
hair, square shoulders and trim waist.  She figured him to be between 
sixteen and eighteen.  Just right for her taste.  She moved to his 
table.



"Excuse me," she started as Mark almost slammed the magazine shut and 
looked up.  "I couldn't help notice that you're alone.  Mind if I 
join you, I hate to eat alone."



Mark swallowed as his eyes roved freely over her body.  He looked at 
her breast, waist, and back to her eyes.  He noticed they were the 
kindest looking blue eyes he had ever seen and they set fantastically 
into her light skinned face with her free-hanging blond hair.  She 
wore a black blouse, blue jeans, and boots.  Definitely Mark's kind 
of woman.



"Please," Mark almost stumbled out.  He pointed to the other side of 
the booth.



She sat down, took a bite of the sandwich she had carried with her 
and reached for the magazine.  Mark pulled it back and stuck it in 
the sack beside his sandwich.



"You don't want to look at that," he managed to stammer.  "So, what's 
your name?"



"Sarah and you?"



"Mark."



"Good," she smiled.  "Now that's done.  So, Mark, how old are you?  
And, where do you go to school?"



For a moment, he thought about lying.  After all, he could tell that 
Sarah most likely would be at least twenty-five or so.  But, she had 
asked about where he went to school, so he decided honesty would be 
best.



"I'm seventeen.  I attend Rapid High.  How about you?" Even as he 
asked the question, he mentally kicked himself and remembered being 
told that women never seem to  want to reveal their age.



"I'm thirty and I don't attend high school," she smiled again, an 
event which was certainly capturing Mark's attention.  "I work for 
The Ni Hoan Corp."



"Wow, that's the largest manufacturer of�.." he paused as he turned 
red.



"Condoms" she finished for him we a smile.  "We are a Japanese 
corporation making condoms here in the United States.  Ever use one?" 
she teased.



Mark increased his shade of red.  "I don't use that brand, sorry," he 
lied.



Sarah could tell by the way the young man was acting, looking at her, 
and had just lied about even using condoms that he was likely still a 
virgin.   



"That's okay," she said.  "There's a lot of good brands out on the 
market.  We're just one company.  Here," she reached into her purse.  
"Would you like a sample."



Mark could barely get out the words no, before she frowned and looked 
back at him.  "I don't have any with me, must have used them," she 
gave a smirk-of-a-smile.  "If you'll come with me to my car I can 
give you a box or two."



"Sure," Mark may be a virgin, but he knew the invitation to a 
possible good evening when he saw it.



They gathered their stuff and walked out the door.  Mark followed as 
Sarah walked toward a black sports car.  She opened the passenger 
side door and motioned for Mark to get in.  Smiling she added, "This 
time the girl opens the door for the guy."  They both laughed.



Sarah got in, pressed the locks shut and asked, "So which car is 
yours?"



Mark turned and pointed to the brown pickup truck setting at the back 
of the lot.  "That old thing over there.  It's not much but it gets 
me around."



He turned back and met Sarah's lips full.  He couldn't believe the 
power, passion, and censeity of her kiss.  She seemed to lift him up, 
beyond the lift in his pants, and to a new level.  Suddenly he felt 
pain shooting through his thigh.  Jerking back, he watched in horror 
as Sarah withdrew the needle of the syringe from his leg.  He reached 
for the door as his mind spun into blackness.



"Just relax Mark. You'll be sleeping before you can get the door 
open," was the last thing he heard as he slumped back into the seat.



Sarah pulled out a small tablet, opened it, and placed into Mark's 
mouth.  Within seconds, Mark had the breath of a heavily intoxicated 
young man.  Sarah pulled his seat-belt into place and pulled a small 
radio out of the glove box.



"This is Tracker to Cleanup."



"This is Cleanup," came a man's voice back through the radio.



"It's the brown truck.  Package is out." She said as she watched a 
man move into the brown truck and start it faster than most car-
jackers.



"Tracker, is package ready for transport?"



"Affirmative, package is buckled in and drunk.  We should be safe if 
local authorities stop us.  I'm headed for home."  She started the 
car.



"Understood, will take car of package's vehicle.  Out."



The channel when dead and both the truck and sports car slowly drove 
out of the restaurant's parking lot and headed different directions.


Mark woke up several hours later and found himself laying on the cold 
steal of an operating table.  An oriental man was standing directly 
to his left and Sarah to his right.  He looked at both.  "What the 
hell is going on here?" he demanded.



"Test, Mark."  She pointed at the oriental man.  "This is Dr. Hoan 
from Japan.  He is one of the co-founders of  Ni-Hoan Corp."



Mark started to rise up, but noticed he was strapped to the table.  
He also started to gain more sensations to his body.  He noticed he 
was naked and as he looked down, he found that his balls had been 
shaved.



"What are you people doing to me?"  he demanded as he looked back at 
the doctor and Sarah.  



"You're a virgin, aren't you Mark?"  Sarah asked as she looked over 
his body and back to his face.



"No, why do you want to know that?  Dam all to hell," he grew 
frustrated.  "Get me out of this place now or I'll call the police."



Sarah calmly reached between Mark's spread legs and grabbed his 
nutsack.  Quickly, she tightened her grip, Mark screamed.  "Are you a 
virgin?" she asked again.



"Yes, okay, okay!  Yes, I'm a virgin, just let the hell go of my 
nuts!"  She let go.



Doctor Hoan smiled, "You have done well, as usual, Sarah.  We will 
proceed."



Sarah moved down the table, smiled back at Mark and grabbed his 
cock.  "Just relax Mark.  Technically speaking, I'm going to 
stimulate your penis, place a condom on it, and cause you to 
ejaculate into it."



Mark couldn't stop his body from enjoying the hand-job Sarah was not 
putting on him, but he still managed to stumble out the question.  
"Why do you want my sperm?"



"Oh, we don't," Sarah placed the condom on his cock.  "We want to 
test the new condoms we have developed," she continued to jack him 
with the condom in place.



Dr. Hoan watched as Mark's body convulsed under Sarah's control and 
empty the first load of cum Mark had ever emptied into a condom and 
by a hand other than his own.  Sweat began to drip down Mark's 
forehead as he relaxed. 



Sarah pulled the condom off and placed it in a container behind her.  
"You did well Mark.  However, we need your services for one more 
thing."



Dr. Hoan pulled a surgical knife from a tray out-of-sight and stepped 
closer between Mark's legs.



"What the hell is he doing?" Mark yelled and begin to shake.



"You must understand, Mark.  We test condoms here.  We'll keep the 
condom, your sperm, and your testicles together for further study."



"NO!" Mark yelled.  "I'll go to the police.  My parents will sue the 
hell out of this place!  I'll kick your little ass, I'll�"



"Actually, Mark, you won't do any of that.  We here at Ni Hoan Corp 
have been doing this for years.  We have some of the best selling 
condoms on the market and there have been hundreds to thousands of 
these test.  This is just one of many operations I have been a part 
of."  She smiled.



"You see," she continued.  "The study of male sperm is part of what 
we do to ensure we have the best condom made.  Sure other companies 
don't go to the extent that we do, but we want to be the best."  She 
smiled, "And as far as your parents and the police go, they'll put 
your picture on milk cartons, find your truck six states over, and 
your body another three states from there."



"My body!  You people can't kill�." Mark stopped in mid-sentence, he 
felt a pain shoot from between his legs, into his stomach and through 
every muscle in his body.  For moment he thought he was going to 
throw up.  He glanced down in time to see Dr. Hoan step away from the 
table.



Dr. Hoan smiled, held up his blood covered, gloved hand and displayed 
Mark's balls.  "These were yours," he laughed.  "They are now the 
property of Ni Hoan Corp.  Thank you for your participation."



Mark stated to pass out.  He heard his blood hitting the floor 
beneath the table.  He didn't see it running freely down the drain in 
the center of the room.  But as he passed from conscienceless into 
the arms of death, he heard the first woman who had gave him a hand 
job and the last woman to ever give him a hand job.    He heard 
Sarah's voice one last time.   She was talking to the doctor as she 
left his death room as if she had just left her desk.  "No thanks Dr. 
Hoan.  I don't think I'll drink coffee this late.  I'll just head to 
the house and get some rest.  I've got a big weekend planned at the 
lake."