Leander's journey

In the future, to infertile humanity fertile semen is a valuable substance.

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"Drop your pants, boy!"

The big man was standing in the hut. While he waited for the boy to 
do as he had asked, he read in a bundle of papers that the woman who 
held the boy by the shoulder had given him. "Do as the recruiter 
sais, Leander!" she said in a low voice.



The child was standing - naked from the waist down - in the center of 
the dirt floor. The big man was fondling his small penis and 
testicles. Other boys peeped through the door and the child blushed 
with embarrassment.



"He is reasonably healthy and has some potential. I will take him for 
750." - "If he has 'potential' he should be worth more than that." -
 "You silly woman. You get 850. You can buy yourself another skin-
cancer treatment and some of your 'medicine'. He is but a boy, so 
don't you make a fuss."



This afternoon Leander saw his mother, his friends and the dirty huts 
that had been his home for the last time. The recruiter had promised 
his mother that they would take him to school, that he would get a 
good life. Leander cried a lot anyway.



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After arriving at the institution Leander was made to undress. He did 
not like to get naked in front of the nurses and tried to resist. He 
got a slap in the face. When the nurses began to shave his entire 
body he tried to fight which got himself more hits and finally an 
injection.



"What is going on here?" - "The new boy started to fight against his 
shave, Professor" - "I see. Get him on the machine without further 
delay."



---



The Professor and Dr. Born entered Interface Room 23. Three nurses 
were busy strapping Leander to the half raised table - with his legs 
apart. Needles were inserted in his arms, a tube was inserted in his 
rectum.



"So, Dr. Born, this is one of our new boys. He will now be put on the 
ejacusuctor, which whill have to be applied for two or three months".



Just as a nurse prepared a small grey device attached to a thin grey 
hose that disappeared in the wall, Leander awoke from his sedation. 
As he became aware of his situation, he began to cry silently. His 
protests got stronger when the nurse began to insert his penis in the 
grey machine. He was not sure what was to happen to his willy and 
started to fight against his restraints and cried loud. Another nurse 
forced a ball gag in his mouth, looking appologizingly at the 
Professor and his new assistant.



Within minutes the ejacusuctor had stimulized Leander's penis to 
erection and the boy got quieter, obviously liking what went on.



"Why don't you use sedatives, Professor?" asked Dr. Born.

"Simple. You see, this boy is going to stay on this table for some 
months, staring at the tiled ceiling. He will not eat as he is now on 
artificial nutrition, his excrements will be extracted from his 
rectum, so he won't waste time on the toilet. His erogenous zones 
will be under constant and relentless stimulation. This will soon 
send him deep into depression and apathy, making him easy to handle. 
Sedation will only slow this process. Besides, Dr. Born, a ball gag 
can be reused, chemicals can't."



While the Professor had been talking a green indicator on the 
ejacusuctor lighted and went out again.



"Ah, " said the Professor, "the first ejaculation. Two minutes and 
fourtyfive seconds. This is a good time. And the sperm count is quite 
satisfying, too. Well, let's go to the next donor."



---



Fourteen students were assembled arround the table in Interface Room 
23. Leander was no longer gagged; only occasionally did a low wail 
escape his mouth. The green light on his ejacusuctor was shining 
constantly. Dr. Born was going to make a technical demonstration and 
the Professor addressed the students:



"Good morning, gentlemen. Welcome to todays demonstration. This boy 
here in number 23 has been on the ejacusuctor for 62 days today. 
During this time he produced 12.3 litres of grade-A ejaculate. With 
this we were able to resolve 120 infertility cases.

This might sound impressive to you, but in fact it is far from 
optimum. I remind you that 3% of the daily production with the 
ejacusuctor are polluted by urine. Besides, stimulation has to be 
increased over time in order to keep the production up. This donor 
started at level 2 and is now as high as level 8. A stimulation of 
level 9 causes health risks due to mechanical strain and a 
stimulation of level 10 applied for more than 48 hours will rip the 
donor's penis apart, making further desemination difficult.

Since this donor's testicles are now wider than 2 inches in diameter 
and his ejaculate is still grade A, Dr. Born will now promote the 
donor to the second level, which means replacing the ejacusuctor with 
the ejacuextractor. Any questions?"



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A nurse held Leander's penis, which already was the size of a well 
endowed man's despite the boys age. The organ was half flaccid and a 
constant dribble of sperm came from the opening in the head although 
the stimulation had been interrupted five minutes ago. Dr. Born 
positioned the ejacuextractor and pressed a button. A small probe 
protruded from the machine and moved towards Leander's penis. The 
nurse pulled softly on the head, opening the slit wider to better 
accomodate the probe, which entered the urethra. About twelve inches 
of the probe entered the penis, then the machine came to a 
halt. "Stage one completed, Professor, " said Dr. Born.



"The ejacuextractor has now placed its primary probe just behind the 
donors prostrate glands, at the junction of the seminal chords." The 
Professor explained. "It will now deploy its secondary probes through 
the chords right inside the testicles. Please proceed Dr. Born."



The Doctor pressed another button and the machine began to work 
again. Suddenly Leander arched his back and his low wailing was 
replaced by a loud and painful cry. Some blood appeared on the tip of 
the penis.



"This, gentlemen, is the sound of success," explained the 
Professor. "The secondary probes are now placed deep inside the 
donor's testicles, where they will extract the semen as soon as it is 
produced. Urine pollution is no longer possible. The donor's 
production will be at least doubled during the next six weeks and no 
further mechanical stimulation is required. Thank you for your 
attention."



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The Professor examined Leanders genitals which were definitely 
oversized. His penis was now the size of a pony's and his testicles 
were each as large as a man's fist. A nurse tended to the infusion 
needles on both the boy's arms while a younger nurse shaved his head.



"When will this donor be promoted to stage three?" the older nurse 
asked the professor. "He has been on stage two for six months now." -
 "Right, nurse. But we still have to wait for a decent bid for the 
liver."



After a few minutes of silence, only interrupted by the sound of the 
hair cutting machine, the younger nurse inquired from her older 
colleage: "What does 'stage three' mean?" - "His balls will be 
castrated, Nurse Kaitlyn" - "But why that? I think he's here for his 
semen?". "You seem to be new, nurse", the Professor interrupted. "Let 
me show you something."



---



An aide opend a security door and the Professor entered a hall. He 
was accompanied by nurse Kaitlyn, who saw racks of large glass tubes, 
ranging from floor to ceiling. They contained pairs of pulsating egg-
shaped objects, some of them as large as a human head.



"This, nurse, is one of our five androprep units. Each tube contains 
the testicles of one donor and there are 5200 tubes in this unit. The 
balls in the tubes produce finest fertile sperm at a maximum rate. 
These are our money machines. The androprep technology was invented 
17 years ago by my predecessor and it can sustain human testicles for 
many years.

"You were right that the donor's balls are the most valuable part for 
us. In fact they are the only part of lasting interest to us. This is 
why nurse Olga said that we are to castrate his balls. We are going 
to remove the useless rest of the body. This can be done as soon as 
the testicles weigh at least 100g each. Of course we wait until the 
inner organs are sold at a good price."



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During the last hours Interface Room 23 had been turned into an 
operating theatre. Cryogenic units of various sizes had been 
prepared, instruments were lying readily available on small trays. 
Leander's table was brought in a horizontal position and an automatic 
androextractor with its scalpels, pincers and scissors was facing 
Leander's crotch. The complicated task of extracting the testicles 
from the body and mounting them on the androprep unit was always done 
by a machine. Leander was lying still and apathic, giving no sign if 
he knew what was going on.



The Professor entered the room and nodded to Dr. Born. "Mount the 
Terminator." A short tube was fixed to the underside of the table, 
near the head of the donor, opposite a circular opening in the table. 
Once Leander's balls would be safely in the androprep, it would be 
triggered and a bolt would enter Leander's spinal chord, separating 
it between the second and third spine.



"All is ready, " said Dr. Born. The Professor stepped to the 
androextractor's control panel and looked over to the table. The huge 
pulsating testicles were clearly visible. Then he looked Leander in 
the face, wayting some moments, then saying - as was his custom



"Your journey ends - now."