Public Service Announcement

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"This has been a public service announcement from your local station, 
the ad group, and the Department of Medical Advisors."

They say that concentration improves; therefore, your work improves. 
This leads to more raises and better work opportunities.

David would be graduating in two months. The company recruiting him 
had offered a 10% premium. But, he was only 22. He didn't plan on 
marriage and family. The option would still be there if he later 
decided on it. If he took this job, the base pay was already 
fantastic, but that extra 10% would pay for the new car he wanted.



Friday night at Max's was crazy. It was the most popular bar off 
campus. David was shooting pool with his buddies. On the wide screen 
t.v., Brad Pitt came on. "High levels of testosterone, typically 
found in the male body ..." David noticed how quiet the bar had 
become. He looked around at all the faces. Everyone was glued to the 
face of Brad Pitt, listening intently on his words of wisdom.



"The advantages ...," Brad continued. David knew the information. 
Every popular actor in Hollywood had been performing his social duty. 
David wondered, as he continued surveying the faces, how many guys 
seriously considered doing this.



It gave him butterflies in his stomach everytime he thought about it. 
If you listened to the radio or watched t.v. very much, you couldn't 
help but think about it. There were even billboards. No one talked 
about it. David thought it just didn't seem right. It didn't seem 
normal; even though, it was acceptable.



David called a time-out. Racquetball kept him in shape, and he and 
his best buddy, Jeff, played every Thursday afternoon. Jeff met David 
at the bench where they'd left their water.



"Do you ever think of going to get it done?" David asked.



"What done?" Jeff querried.



"You know, going to the clinic," David said.



Jeff stopped drinking. He was silent. David thought maybe he messed 
up. No one ever talked about it. Maybe you weren't supposed to.



Jeff responded, "I don't know. I mean, I've seen the stuff about it. 
I think I'll just die natural, you know. I'll just live whatever's 
normal; die on time. You gonna do it?"



"No, of course not," David said.



While shopping for new sneakers at the mall, one of the survey guys 
stopped David. "Would you mind, sir, if I took a minute of your 
time?" the guy in the white lab coat asked.



Several other survey takers were already busy asking other young guys 
questions. "Sure, I've got a minute," David answered.



"I'm with the Department of Medical Advisors. Are you aware of the 
various ways you can improve your quality of life?" the guy asked. 
"Or, have you already taken the proper steps?"



David became nervous. "I've seen the commercials."



"Why don't you come to the mall community room with me? I can explain 
more of the benefits. We're also getting ready to show the next 
video," the guy informed.



"I really don't have that much time," David told him. David noticed 
several other young guys going into the room with the white coated 
men.



"It'll only be a few minutes. The video's not very painful, I 
promise," the guy chuckled.



David gave him a nervous grin. "Well, I guess I could spare a few 
minutes."



It didn't take long for the room to become completely full. One of 
the white coat guys began talking. He said the usual stuff, all the 
stuff you hear on the public service announcements. Then, they showed 
the video. It was the same stuff again.  It was all of the public 
service announcements put on one tape. After that, another white coat 
told all the guys that vans were available for whoever was 
interested. They could drive everyone to the closest clinic a couple 
of miles away. Everyone could leave his car at the mall, and they'd 
be brought back to get them.



Another white coat opened the meeting room door. Everone started 
leaving. David found himself falling in toward the end of the line 
going back into the mall.



David slid all the way over to the window on the second seat in the 
fifth van.  His bench quickly filled and then the next bench. Soon, 
his van was rolling out onto the road behind the others.



David had always thought these clinics were enormous. Garage doors 
opened in the back of the clinic, and the vans parked inside. The 
doors closed.



Everyone emptied out of the vans, and David followed the line through 
the double doors. As they passed a window in the wall, they were 
given a clipboard, pen, and forms.



The waiting room was huge. More men were there than who came in on 
the vans. And, more kept coming. David began filling out his forms. 
The first couple of pages were standard. The third page was a shock. 
The last three pages asked many personal questions like last sexual 
encounter, sex acts performed, sex of partner, last time ejaculated, 
masturbation frequency, length of erected penis ....



David completed the forms. He noticed the line of men heading through 
a single door with their clipboards. He got into this line.



Down the hall, the men gave their forms to a guy at another window in 
the wall.  They were given a small cup containing six pills and a 
small cup of water. The men swallowed their pills and put their cups 
in a large trash can. They went through another door. David followed.



Everyone was undressing. David had assumed this would be a little 
more private. He'd stood in his underwear in a group of men before 
like when he had a sports physical. He felt he could handle this. 
While undressing, his penis began to erect. He became very 
embarrassed. He found nothing about this situation sexually 
stimulating.



David surveyed the room. He noticed the guys already undressed were 
heading into another room. They were entirely naked. He could see 
their butts. They had taken all their clothes off.



David was down to his underwear. The guy next to him had his back 
toward David. The guy bent over to remove his Jockeys. When the guy 
stood up and turned around, David noticed the guy's erection.  He 
then saw all the guys had erections. David lowered his boxers. He 
placed them on the folded stack with the rest of his clothes. He 
closed the door on the locker embossed with the numbers 1281, peeled 
a tape with the numbers 1281 written on it, and stuck it on the top 
of his right foot like everyone else. He walked through the next door.



In this large room, David was met by an attendant. The attendant 
explained that he would be responsible for collecting the sperm 
sample in case David dedided to have children in the future.



"Where do we go to do this?" David asked.



"We do it right here," the attendant responded.



The attendant began massaging David's testicles. David noticed the 
moaning sounds and the occassional, "I'm coming." He gave in to the 
pleasure. Everyone else was getting jacked off, he thought. Who would 
notice him?



It felt very good and David's orgasm quickly approached.  At least, 
he thought, this will eliminate me walking around with a hard-on.



The attendant servicing David said, "You had written that it has been 
five days since you last ejaculated. Is this correct?"



"Yes," David blushed.



"That means we'll only need one sample. If you had ejaculated with 
the last 24 hours, we would need two samples," the attendant added.



When David got close, the attendant placed a plastic sheath up to the 
head of David's penis. David looked around the room, and his eyes 
locked on Jeff's. Jeff was ejaculating into the sheath that an 
attendant was holding. David moaned and deposited his own specimen.



"A good amount," the attendant said and walked off with David's 
ejaculate.



David got in line and headed toward the next area. His erection 
didn't subside, but he noticed no one else's had either.



David watched as the guy in front of him was instructed how to place 
his feet on the conveyor belt. Every three feet on the belt, there 
were indented foot impressions. A strap fastened around the ankles 
and locked. David grabbed the horizontal pole stretched above his 
head.  The attendant then locked the cuffs around David's wrists 
securing him to the pole. This was done while in motion. The 
attendant explained the cuffs were so David wouldn't fall if he 
happened to let go.



David noticed Jeff was the second man in front of him. As he rode 
along the conveyor belt, David hoped this would end son. No one ever 
discussed how the process worked, but assembly line was not what he 
had imagined.



In the distance, David began hearing screams. He became nervous. He 
was led to believe this was painless. He remembered that he hadn't 
specifically asked, but nothing indicated that this would hurt.



A foam spray shot from the walls and coated his body from the neck 
down. Just as it began to really burn, he passed through a spray of 
water that rinsed the foam away. Along with the foam went most of 
David's body hair. Another foam jet was left on longer this time. 
David was able to stiffle the scream he wanted to release, but the 
tears flowed down his cheeks. Finally, the rinse and all his body 
hair was gone.



David's feet were attached to the conveyor belt about two feet apart. 
The conveyor belt began to divide, which pulled his feet another 
three feet apart. A bar came up behind his knees and the pole his 
wrists were attached to began to lower. His body went in to a sitting 
position, like he was sitting on an invisible chair.



The screaming had become much louder and severl men were demanding to 
be let off. There were no attendants around. When David heard Jeff 
screaming, he began to cry.



A pole came from the floor. It inserted a very large plug into 
David's rectum. He gave a startled yelp.



The guy in front of David was now going over top of another metal 
pole. Atop the pole was a sharp piece of metal shaped like a "Y". The 
"Y" was lying flat with the opened end toward them.



David watched as the guy in front rolled over the metal "Y". The "Y" 
caught the guy's scrotum and severed it from his body. The guy 
screamed. The severed package made a sickening plop into a large 
bucket filled with the men's balls. The guy moved on without his 
scrotum and testicles.



David screamed as the searing, white, hot pain tore through him. The 
metal was extremely hot and had cauterized all the blood vessles. 
David was sobbing, but, at least, it was over. He now assumed one of 
the pills must have been to maintain his erection, so it would be 
lifted out of the way.



The screams behind were a constant echo throughout the processing 
facility. But, David thought he heard screams coming froom ahead. 
Then he heard Jeff wailing.



As David's body moved along, he slid over a sharp blade. An incision 
was made in the root of his penis between his legs behind where his 
balls used to hang. A small tube was inserted.



David felt suction from the tube, then the pain. The inside of his 
dick was being sucked out through the tube. On the guy ahead, he saw 
blood and pieces of flesh flowing down the tube. David was in agony, 
and his cries of torment were added to the others.



David looked down between his legs and watched his once large penis 
shrinking.  At first it was getting thinner, then the glans began 
retreating closer to his body. He watched as his glans finally rested 
flush with his abdomen. All that now stuck out was the head of his 
dick.



The tube was extracted, and the hole was stapled closed. He was 
lifted to a standing position. An identification number was branded 
into his abdomen just above the only thing left of his sexual organs, 
the head of his dick.



He felt the plug in his anus rip through his rectum wall. The plug 
was quickly withdrawn from his asshole tearing out his prostate 
gland. Sound no longer came from David's mouth; though, it remained 
open in a perpetual scream.



Two attendants were removing each of the processed men from the 
conveyor belt. The men were given juice to drink and another small 
cup of pills. David watched Jeff being supported by the two 
attedants. He looked between Jeff's legs. He had only seen Jeff's 
manhood in its erect glory for one short instant.  He visualized 
those big, low-hangers he used to see when they showered at the gym.



After retrieving his clothes from locker 1281, David climbed in to 
the van for his return trip to the mall. He thought, I had only gone 
out for a new pair of shoes.



After racquetball the next Thursday, Jeff mentioned that he had an 
appointment he was running late for. "I have to go back to my 
apartment, so I'll just shower there."



"That's what I'm going to do, also," David added. "It would be 
quicker for me to shower at home, as well. David had always wondered 
why some guys never showered after working out at the gym.