Conditioned

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When he opened the door, the odor hit him right away.  That was 
only because it wasn’t the type of odor he’d expected.  It wasn’t 
like there was a lot of thought or that he’d even been expecting 
any type of smell at all.  But, it was there.  It smelled 
ifferent.  He couldn’t describe the odor.  It had been there, very 
strongly, but not for very long.  The odor was gone, and that was 
just as puzzling as it having been there in the first place.

The door closed, and everything was normal.  Everything was as it 
should be.  He was hopping about on one foot as he was pulling his 
shoe from the other.  There wasn’t much care in where the shoes 
landed.  The socks were tossed aside with just as much abandon.  
The shirt he pulled quickly over his head not really caring that 
his hair had become tousled, but he did take a quick second to 
smooth it back down with his hands, from habit.  While in motion, 
he unbuttoned the blue jeans and managed to remove them and his 
boxers without breaking his stride.  As they hit the floor, the 
boxers remained crunched up in the jeans.

It wasn’t a race nor an overwhelming urgency toward a goal.  He 
didn’t have a lot of other stuff to do or an appointment for which 
he was late.  He was here for a reason. But, just as when he was a 
child, with his mother there to pick up after him, his clothes
were attended.  They found themselves folded and neatly stowed.  It 
was methodical. There was a proper way for them to be placed, 
almost catalogued.  He would need them again.  There weren’t many 
who could just toss things aside like clothes and not require
their use again.  He certainly would need them.

The job paid well, and it was fun.  There were different faces 
every day, hundreds of people to meet.  At 20, there was plenty of 
time to continue college later.  Money had been needed.  It was 
more like “things” were wanted, and money was necessary for the
acquisition of those “things.”  He wasn’t material, nor greedy, nor 
selfish.  His priorities were just different from what others may 
feel they should be at this time of his life.

Now, it was time to wait.  Waiting wasn’t a problem, it was just 
time for it.  “Hey, Matt.”  That was his name.  He responded with a 
smile and a handshake.  Jerry had spoken to him.  At 20, also, he 
was a coworker.  The two had experienced a lot of fun, at and away
from work.  They didn’t have housing assignments together like they 
felt would have been nice after they’d met.  They’d been assigned 
to watch over the same ride.  That was their job, watching over the 
rides.

The wait was over.  A person was stepping out of his way and this 
brought an end to his wait.  There was a pinch.  It had been nice 
that he’d been forewarned, but it hadn’t been anything to worry 
over.  Had he not been warned, it would not have mattered.

The feelings as he ejaculated were the same as all the other times 
he’d ejaculated.  The feeling may have only been different due to 
nothing touching his penis before or at the time he ejaculated.  He 
felt his orgasm.  His body spasmed as normal.  An orgasm causes 
that to happen.  His erection bobbed as the muscles contracted to 
expel the semen his body had created.

It had been caught, the semen had.  But, that had been easy to 
foretell.  It wasn’t a round bucket, but an oblong trough.  There 
wasn’t a need for depth, only length.  The distance ejaculate can 
travel is variable, not only between men, but even the same man. 
The mechanics were obvious.  He, like the other before and the ones 
after, had straddled the trough.  Width was the second most 
important, length, width, then depth.

Bending of the knees had been instructed, though obvious to see the 
necessity.  Of course, the distance of the bend depended on the 
height of the waist.  The testicles needed firm placement into the 
tube.  The tube had been designed stationery.  Extreme differences 
in height were accommodated by differences in “conditioners.”  
Possibly a design flaw, for one size fits all may have kept things 
better budgeted.  Nonetheless, there was basically an adult size 
and a child’s size, and both were in frequent use simultaneously.

The tube extended upward at the start of the trough.  The trough 
extended outward from the tube.  Two attendants stood on either 
side.  They were there to steady the one being “conditioned.”  The 
testicles went into the extended tube, the pinch sensation, then the
ejaculation sensation with orgasm.  Finished.  The one behind’s 
wait was over.

As he turned to exit, he eyed a set of testicles and a scrotum 
sliding down a clear tube at the start of a long trough.  Then, 
into the clothing as haphazardly as their removal, he returned to 
his job fully “conditioned.”  Maybe, he’d stay at this job, he 
considered.

“Hey, Jeff.  Go over to Building B.  Matt will watch your ride,” 
the supervisor instructed on his way past.  

“Which one is Building B,” it was inquired of Matt.  “I only began 
a week prior.”

“I just came from there.”

“A Nice Place For Employees And Customers” stated the sign above 
the door.  “Men In This Way” with an arrow.  As he opened the door, 
an odor hit him right away.