*All person's taking part in sexual activity are over the age of 18*
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The world swirled around in a deep black void. Blake could tell he was laying on his stomach but he couldn't move. He was unconscious, yet it a dream-like sensation of feeling various pin pricks and pokes happening against his lower back. Then everything faded out again.
When he awoke Blake was lying face down in what he could only guess was a massage table due to the way the he had his head rest had a hole in the center for his nose and mouth to protrude through so that he could breathe.
"Ah good you're awake." A voice said off to his left.
"Can I get up?" Blake asked the voice.
"Sure, if you feel strong enough, most of the drugs should have worn off. Go ahead and try to sit up.
Blake placed his unbound hands on either side of his body. He pushed himself up to where he was resting on his elbows. The room started to spin again and he couldn't help but to lower himself back down. Then the urge to get out flowed over him and he started to push back up again. He got to where he was sitting up and he managed to swing his legs over the edge of the massage table. Once he was sitting up he looked around the room again.
The same man that had stroked him to a gushing orgasm earlier was standing in front of him. At least Blake assumed it was the same man; since he wore the same mask with a moustache and goatee. Blake felt his face drop and he recoiled slightly at the sight of the mask.
"Don't worry Blakey, I'm not going to threaten your masculinity by making you cream like a little porn star again. Not today anyway. And I ask that you yourself, or anyone else, not make you ejaculate for a full 7 days. I need to let that implant do its work and then we can see how your volume has improved. We'll also check to see if you are capable of plural climaxing next visit also."
Blake frowned at what he assumed was the man trying to show power over him with his talk about making him "cream like a little porn star" and in fact do the opposite of what he said. He actually was trying to make Blake feel like less of a man at this very moment.
"Yeah well, maybe next time catch my first stream of jizz with your face, huh. You looked surprised and dodged last time." Blake retorted trying to sound defiant.
The man stared at him for a long time from behind the mask. Then he slowly removed the mask revealing that he was the same man from the library. Blake's heart dropped.
"I like getting jizz on my face, you little bastard. Next time I'll make sure of it. And oh, have fun getting sick, it's a side effect of the sedative."
Blake looked confused for a second and then realized that sure enough the room was spinning again and before he knew it, he was throwing up all over the floor.
He was walked towards the open door, and out of the room, into another room with a series of mirrors in it. The man from the library had on the moustache mask again and walked into the room behind Blake.
"If you take a look in those mirrors you can see the implant."
Blake looked and sure enough it looked like he had a small burn scar on his lower back right above his right butt cheek.
"As you can see it is designed to look like a scar of sorts. It is surrounded by a silicone fake flesh and after the 7 days you should be able to lay on your back comfortably. Please do not attempt to touch, poke, prod or disturb the implant in any way. You can shower and wash normally but do not disturb the area too much with a wash rag or a brush."
"Can I get dressed now?" Blake asked glaring at the man in the mask. He was truly disgusted that this was the man that had made him cum the hardest he had in a long time. He wished he had experienced a miniscule orgasm with a little dribbling cumshot or something but instead he wasn't even sure where the first blast of his cum had gone. He remembered the times a girl had jerked him off and he was laying on his back in his bed, it usually landed on his chest or stomach and he could typically feel it like a splash of warm liquid on his body. But when the man in the mask forced him to shoot his load, he never even felt it land. He recalled only feeling the second and third little dribbles sliding down onto his lower stomach from the man's hand.
As he put on his clothes, as if to answer his question, a video was projected onto the wall of the room he was getting dressed in. He immediately recognized himself, or at least he could recognize his own dick from the shape of the cock head and pubic stubble that the man's hand was pressing tightly against where his shaft met his stomach. He watched as the video went into slow motion and the stream of cum erupted from the tip of his penis.
The beginning of the rope of cum reached the top of the screen before the last of the first stream left his cock and flew well out of the camera's view before a second flew up and then dropped back down onto the man's hand that was gripping the base of his shaft. He was intrigued for a moment. He never thought he'd see his own dick, ejaculate in slow motion.
And as for the AMOUNT, even he was impressed. Then he immediately realized that once again, it was the asshole from the library wholes hands he was looking at gripping his dick in the video.
Blake's face dropped and he looked at the ground. He knew that for now, the man from the library had gotten the best of him. The man he was currently directing his hatred towards turned and walked into another room.
"Enjoy it while you can asshole." Blake muttered under his breath.
The voice on the overhead speaker began to speak again. "This is the kind of stuff that our society members pay unmentionable amounts of money in dues to see. We cannot tell you how happy we are to have you in our ranks Morris. Flies with honey my friend. You will be rewarded soon enough. As you've been told, go about your daily life for the next 7 days. It is still Sunday so you can report back next Sunday morning and we will run some more tests. Like Dr. Smiley said, do not masturbate, have sex or receive fellatio for the full 7 days. We'll examine you on Sunday."
