CLINIC

THE DONOR

In a large room in a large building in the remote Washington State countryside Tom looked through his hood at the bowl and hungrily buried his face in a dish of rice and green veg. The floor beneath him was thickly padded and from all around him came the sound of ID tags clinking against metal bowls. Despite the variety of body shapes and abilities all of the men here were well-built, just like him. They were on their hands and knees eating their meal, just like him. They were all naked. Just like him.

In addition to being well-built, eating from bowls on the floor and naked, the other feature which tied these men together was their intellectual abilities. Here there were brilliant scientists, accomplished writers, incredible dancers. In fact the careers these men had chosen were both diverse and yet very similar: they did not pay well. And that’s why they were here.

In this state the payout from a sperm donation is $150. In this facility the payout is $750, with customers paying double that, and some a little extra. But more on that later. Let’s peek into Tom’s thoughts on how he ended up in a large room in a large building in a remote part of Washington State with his bare butt pointing up and his head down in a food bowl.

Tom is a biologist. He enjoys yoga, bicycling and rock climbing. He has long legs and a short torso formed of a slightly protruding belly and two very protruding pectoral muscles. His upper arms go from flabby to very firm in the flex of a large muscle. He’s 38 years old and particularly good at his job. But not very well paid which, again, is why he’s here.

A poster in the reception of Tom’s yoga studio was headed with that eye-catching cliché: ‘Easy way to earn money!’ and, but for the text underneath, Tom would have walked on by. ‘We’re looking for accomplished men. All ranges of body shapes sought. $750 paid per visit (up to ten visits), with additional income possible. Contact apply@maltheuserclinic.org for your FREE application kit.’

Keen to receive anything for free Tom duly applied. One week later a box arrived in the post containing:

• A survey about Tom’s health and career that took 30 minutes to complete
• A device for drawing blood and a pot into which the sample was deposited
• A tape measure for recording waist size, bicep size, thigh size etc.
• A booklet explaining everything about the clinic
• A small plastic device with a flared base and instructions on how to use it

The last item was a vibrating butt plug. The Maltheuser Clinic was keen to know if applicants’ prostates could be sufficiently stimulated, with applicants warned that any dishonesty would immediately be discovered at the clinic. Tom had been successful and was invited to an orientation day, all travel expenses and accommodation provided for – and here’s that magic word again – free.

At the orientation the 20 or so men present were told that this was a state-registered clinic with three of the best sexual health doctors in the United States. The Maltheuser Clinic was recognised as being the very best sexual health clinic in the country and it focused on just one thing: sperm donation and insemination. Its tried-and-tested methods were highly unconventional, yet proven to be far more successful than standard alternatives.

THE RECIPIENT

Marla had made it, professionally anyway. There was no echelon higher that she could achieve. If she climbed any more then there would be no competition (she’d tried that, the government said “no”). Now she wanted an heir and, thanks to the circles she moved in, she knew that there was no finer place to obtain one than at the Maltheuser Clinic. Plus, she had been told, it could be a most enjoyable experience, especially if she paid for an extra service.

What she had been told was accurate. Here she stood behind a large mirrored glass window looking upon a room of fine-looking men, all gloriously naked, on their knees and on display for her discerning gaze.

“Why the hoods?” Marla asked a nurse.
“The men’s anonymity is as important to us as your own.”
“And they eat from the floor because…?”
“Because it allows our customers to fully inspect them.”

Sure enough every inch of the men was exposed. Marla was mesmerised by cocks swinging side to side as the kneeling men ate their meals. Tom was in the middle of the room, his bowl placed so that Marla could thoroughly look him over. He had a lovely, smooth dick which swayed in unison with that of the man’s next to him.

Marla asked for Tom’s profile, the nurse handed her a tablet with the donor’s page open. Tom ticked a lot of boxes.

“Dr Russell looked Tom over only yesterday,” said the nurse. “She said that he’s in fine form and responds well to stimulation.”

Marla had read about the stimulation. The though of it caused in her underwear a flood large enough to make the Red Cross declare immediate action. Regaining her composure she glanced once again at Tom.

“I’ll take the Platinum package, please.”

THE MILKING

“Shame I can’t just fuck him and avoid all this clinical shit,” Marla commented the next morning.
“Unfortunately that would change our business from clinic to brothel,” replied the nurse.
“Ugh. goddamn puritans.”
“I can assure you that every single one of our customers who paid for it has highly recommended the Platinum package”

They were sat in what looked like an ordinary doctor’s room, except there was a massage table with a hole for faces to be placed above. And a screen underneath the hole in the table that was prepped to show Tom’s choice of pornography. And a medium-sized butt plug placed on the table.

“How many times has he done this?” Marla asked.
“This is actually his first time.”
“Huh, lucky me.”
“Yes, we milk our studs ten times before retiring them.”
“Ha, I like that you call them studs. Why only ten times?”
“To keep the stock fresh and to keep their seed exclusive. Ah, here he is.”

The door opened and through it walked a tall lady with a badge reading “Doctor Russell” pinned to her lab coat. She lead Tom – still naked – into the room. Around the man’s neck was a thick metal collar, attached to which was a leash being held by the doctor. With the hood removed Marla could at last see Tom’s face. She liked it, so much in fact that she could feel herself blushing. Tom, however, was even more embarrassed. He hadn’t expected to be chosen for a special milking session straight away. He kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to meet the eyes of the recipient and thinking instead of the extra $750 he would earn. The customer, who must be the middle-aged redhead, would have paid a considerable sum for him.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Marla said, attempting to overcome her characterful shyness.
“I hope you do,” Doctor Russell replied, “but remember, also, that there are clinical reasons for you to do this. We’ve proven that the donor is more productive when directly milked by the recipient and while under the pretence of bondage.”
“Oh yes, of course.”
“We will leave you two to get acquainted and then return in five minutes to begin.”

Doctor Russell handed Marla the leash before leaving the room with the nurse. Holding the long leather strap in her left hand she held up her right hand to shake Tom’s. Surprised, he took it.

“I’m Marla.”
“Tom.”
“Nice to meet you Tom, and thank you for donating.”
“Nice to meet you too, you’re welcome.”

Unabashed by the awkward silence, Marla’s eyes drifted to Tom’s cock. She bit her lip. Tom remained totally still and let himself be ogled. He found Marla attractive, which made this whole experience far less unpleasant, maybe even enjoyable. He’d earn $1500 today, thanks to her. He really should put in some effort.

“You like what you see?”
“Oh, ha,” Marla briefly laughed, “well I guess you wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Heh, very true. I’m honoured.”
“As am I, you’re a wonderful specimen.”
“Well thanks, you’re…er…rather wonderful too.”
“Thank you. Are you looking forward to this?”
“I don’t really know, to be honest. In the selection process we’re shown scenarios just like this and asked if we find them arousing. In each scenario I marked it ‘No’, it’s not really my thing. I hope that’s OK?”
“Oh yes, of course it is. Probably a good reason why they do that.”

That Tom didn’t find this situation arousing somehow made it even more erotic for Marla. Today his delicious-looking cock really was just an object for her pleasure alone.

“And the butt stuff?” she continued.
“Oh, yeah, that I did enjoy.”
“It was part of the selection process?”
“During the application stage, yeah. I didn’t know I was into it.”
“I guess your enjoyment of it is also an important part of this.”
“I guess so, but I’m told it’s only done as an expedient and that, although I’ll get some enjoyment from it, it’ll be brief.”
“Oh right, good.”
“Please don’t hold back on the lube though.”

Marla laughed at Tom’s silly humour and then returned her focus to his cock. She was staring at it when the doctor knocked milliseconds before re-entering. Marla quickly averted her gaze and, once again, her cheeks blushed red.

“I see that you are raring to go,” Doctor Russell aimed this comment at Marla. “Tom, please mount the table.”

Tom climbed onto the massage table and, remembering his instructions, pressed his face against the hole and his chest against the cool, soft white surface. He arched his back to fully present himself. A professional groomer – employed full-time by the clinic – had waxed his butt and genitalia the night before. His smooth, pink sphincter pointed enticingly towards his recipient.

“Good,” said the doctor. “See his cock ring? As soon as he becomes aroused that will help him stay hard. We have other methods too, of course, but this is the most effective. Now, if you’re ready? Then please put on these gloves, good. And here’s some lubricant, very good. You may proceed.”

Tom’s cock felt warm and thick in Marla’s hand. She was stood directly behind him, Doctor Russell on one side of the table and the nurse on the other. It took several minutes before he began to respond to her touch.

“Stage fright,” explained the doctor, before demonstrating another technique. She took hold of his dick and, rather than stroking it, rubbed her thumb in circles around his frenulum. When he began to harden she handed him back to Marla who copied the thumb-against-frenulum technique, savouring the feel of that super-velvety area on the underside of his dick.

Just as the doctor had described, the thick rubber ring around his balls and cock meant that, once he began to get hard, he continued to grow in length and girth. Now Marla had a good handful to stroke, her fingers leaving shiny lube marks up and down his shaft. She had gently pulled his cock between his legs so that it was pointing behind him and within easy reach for her. His balls and his sensitive frenulum were angled towards the ceiling.

Tom quietly sighed, enjoying the stimulation despite himself. Once the doctor had shown Marla how he liked to be masturbated she had become an instant expert on how to pleasure him. Through the gap in the massage table he watched some of his favourite porn, but he didn’t really need it. The situation itself had unexpectedly switched from clinical to arousing.

“Good job, he’s getting close,” Doctor Russell encouraged Marla. “Are you ready to finish?”
“Sure,” Marla replied, not in any way wanting this experience to end but knowing her money had only bought so much time with Tom.
“Very well, please proceed,” the doctor instructed the nurse.

From its protective sheath the nurse extracted the butt plug and slathered it in lube. She handed it to the doctor then took hold of Tom’s buttocks, gently spreading them to further expose his hole. Marla reflexively licked her lips, wanting to give his cute little ring a kiss before taking the tip of his shiny dick in her mouth. Instead the doctor carefully inserted her lubed-up finger into him, preparing his orifice for the toy.

Marla watched mesmerised as the slim metal object slipped into Tom’s anus. She felt his cock jerk at the same time that the doctor found his prostate. The nurse carefully placed a receptacle between his legs before resuming her butt-spreading duty.

“Please aim him carefully,” Doctor Russell instructed Marla. “That’s right, just there.”

Now Tom’s dick was pointing directly down, his dusky balls bouncing in rhythm with Marla’s strokes. With a flick of her thumb the doctor switched on the butt plug’s vibrator.

Tom felt the buzz in his very core. He was no longer a master of his body, his corporeal self was entirely under the control of the plug and Marla’s hand. Now he moaned loudly, he couldn’t help himself. This only seemed to encourage his recipient’s enthusiastic milking.

Marla fascinatedly watched the consequent sequence of orgasmic events. First Tom’s asshole began clamping and relaxing around the plug, then his balls started to twitch, then, finally, his cock throbbed and bucked as a vast quantity of cum shot from him and into the dish beneath.

“Good boy,” Marla found herself saying, not caring if it was inappropriate.

Doctor Russell switched off the vibrating toy and slowly pulled it from Tom’s butt. The nurse collected the now-full receptacle, hastily put a lid on it then began writing details on the label.

“That was very good,” Doctor Russell confirmed to Tom what he already knew. He could feel during orgasm that a larger-than-usual quantity of cum had been extracted from him.

The doctor fetched the donor a glass of water and let him sit for a few minutes. Marla snapped the nitrile gloves from her hands and threw them away. Just as she’d been enchanted by Tom’s erect penis she now marvelled at how it grew soft, snuggling between his balls.

When the nurse had finished processing the sample she asked Tom to follow her back to his room. The leash was no longer necessary. Marla gazed at his departing derrière before returning her attention to the doctor.

“It is best if we inseminate you immediately,” Russell said. “Please wait here and I will send in the specialist.”
“OK, sure. Wait, one thing before you go: you said he will do this ten times?”
“Tom? Yes. Nine, after today.”
“Can I book him for all nine sessions?”
“Oh, I am sure today’s insemination will be successful and, if not, you saw that you now own a large quantity of his sperm. That will be more than sufficient.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t…oh, I see. Very well, I will ask the receptionist to block his remaining dates for you.”

THE REUNION

On Marla’s second visit to the Maltheuser Clinic she shunned the viewing area and headed straight to the milking room. It had been four weeks since she’d met Tom and she was aching to see him again.

This time Doctor Russell said very little; she knew why this customer had returned. When the nurse opened the door and pulled Tom in by his leash the doctor informed them that they had 30 minutes. The donor looked surprised to see Marla again.

“If you do wish us to keep the donation you’ll find the receptacle on the counter behind you.”

With that the nurse and doctor departed. Marla smiled at Tom.

“I don’t think she approves,” she said, chuckling.
“I have to say I wasn’t expecting to see you again. Was there a problem with the donation?”
“Oh, no, at least not as far as I’m aware.”
“So why…?”
“Why am I back? Because I really fucking enjoyed myself last time,” Marla unashamedly confessed. “This sort of situation doesn’t happen in normal life, and it’s really, really hot.”
“Ah, right. That explains why there’s no staff here.”

Tom was suddenly very aware of his nudity. During the previous milking his mind had briefly switched from enduring a clinical procedure to enjoying an extremely erotic moment. Now, though, he had simply been requested for his body and not for what it could produce.

“Are you OK with that?” Marla asked.
“I think so.”
“You know, it’s funny, when this was a purely medical situation I found it really hot, because I knew you weren’t here for your own pleasure. But if you’re not into it then that’s kinda turning me off.”

Tom made up his mind. The butt plug had been placed on the counter next to the receptacle. He fetched it and handed it to Marla.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

He didn’t reply, instead he mounted the massage table and assumed the same position as he had before: kneeling with his butt in the air, his back arched and his chest pressed down.

There was no porn playing this time. Tom was, however, wearing the cock ring again. He heard Marla snapping on the nitrile gloves and squirting lube onto her palm. Next he felt her hand on his freshly-shaved balls. She spent a minute gently caressing them, a feeling that resulted in his cock slowly hardening.

Glancing at the clock Marla noted that five minutes had already passed. She took a firm hold of her man’s cock and began tugging, pulling it between his legs as it lengthened and, remembering Doctor Russell’s technique, used her left hand to rub a thumb over that super-sensitive frenulum. Tom hardened immediately.

“Do you mind if I…er…suck?” Marla asked.
“Go ahead.”

Salivating, Marla leaned down and took Tom in her mouth, tasting the slightly bitter/sweet lube and revelling in the warm feel of him between her lips. God, his skin really was so silky soft. Girthy, too; her lips were stretched wide around his shaft.

“Uhhhhhh mmm.”

Freed from the medical scrutiny of a doctor and nurse Tom felt able to let go and give voice to his gratification. The O of Marla’s lips tightened in synchronisation with the ring formed by fingers and thumb around his delicious cock’s shaft.

“Mmm yum,” she murmured, her tongue lapping pre-cum from his succulent dick.

Frustratingly aware of passing time, Marla reached for the lube and butt plug which, after slicking it in a generous quantity of goo, she buried deep in his ass.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” Tom sighed, stretching the vowel for the entire time it took Marla to fully penetrate him with the toy.

Marla pressed the button and again Tom gave himself entirely to the vibration and to her touch. Knowing what was about to come, Marla sealed the end of his cock with her mouth, teasing the underside with her tongue. This powerful man began to throb and twitch, his butt thrust higher so as to take more of the plug as he fed his recipient a generous mouthful of creamy cum.

Marla lapped and swallowed, caressed and lightly spanked. Whatever they were feeding these men it sure made Tom taste truly yum. When she was sure he’d given her every last drop she withdrew and pulled the plug from him like a triumphant King Arthur.

Steadying himself, Tom managed to swing his legs over the side of the table and sit on the edge. Remembering her duty of care, Marla brought him some water and stroked his broad shoulders as he drank.

Feeling bold, she leaned in for a kiss. Tom obliged, tasting himself on her lips.

“Well you’re not going to get pregnant like that,” he joked.

Doctor Russell and the nurse re-entered at that precise moment, finding the donor and recipient in fits of giggles, the receptacle notably empty.

THE DENOUEMENT?

Marla was back in her new favourite place, doing her new favourite thing. Her hand was wrapped around Tom’s cock, most of which was deep in her mouth. His gaping asshole was filled with the convulsing butt plug.

This was Marla’s tenth and final milking session with Tom. In this and recent sessions it had become increasingly difficult to reach him with her mouth, such was the size of her growing, pregnant belly.

On this auspicious occasion she wanted to do something different. With his consent she used her fingers to massage his prostate instead of the toy. She wanted his orgasm to be entirely her work. She also seemed to be very good at this.

“Oh fuck that feels good,” Tom was breathlessly saying.
“Mmm, yeah it does,” Marla replied, then decided now was just the right time to ask the question: “Will you come home with me?”

Agonising seconds passed during which Tom considered her surprising proposal. All the while Marla masturbated him and finger fucked his ass.

“Yes,” he eventually responded.
“Good. And will you continue to be my toy?”
“Yes.” He didn’t even have to think about that one.

The deal was blessed by a bumper harvest of jizz, which Marla greedily sucked down. Hers. He was all, entirely hers. That butt? Hers. His spectacular cock? Hers. The endless supply of cum? All hers.

“Keep the leash on,” she instructed when he started to get dressed.

Doctor Russell high-fived Marla as she walked out the door with her newly-acquired man at the end of his leash.

“I hope he’s a good fuck!” the nurse said.
“Remember: no returns,” Doctor Russell added.