A new lethal disease affects a large proportion of the men in their early twenties. Thankfully, the authorities have finally found a cure: ingesting good old spunk! And those young beta males are going to need to swallow A LOT of it if they want to survive.
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
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THE CURE
Chapter 5: Precious cargo
Some say that it takes 21 days to get used to a new habit, but I had my doubts that three weeks would be enough to get used to fetch my fresh loads of cum every morning.
Certainly, the second serving had got me gagging again...
In a way, the second visit at the CuM Centre was even more unpleasant than the first one.
For starters, there was the smell.
It was like the thick odour of cum was now printed in the damn blue curtains of the cubicles. We were going to the Centre by walking with the boys and I swear that you could smell the jizz from a mile away!
"Must be smelling like delicious food to you, now!" Franck teased Simon and I.
"Fuck off!" Simon replied.
I looked at Gino, he was supposed to talk to Franck about his stupid jokes. I would hardly resist from punching the prick in the face for much longer!
Secondly, the atmosphere at the Centre was weirder, - if this is even possible -, than the first day.
The initial shock had passed and the Alphas were either looking very annoyed to be there and to be losing their time and precious cum on Betas like us, or, - and maybe it was even worse -, they were getting too comfortable about the whole thing.
Some were openly looking for potential clients, praising the quality of their sperm, lewdly grabbing their balls.
"Best manhood in town, reasonable prices!"
I already knew that my frat roommates were thinking about selling their juice to the best buyers.
In just a couple of days, healthy jizz had become more precious than gold.
Concerned mothers were buying spunk off the market for their Beta sons.
Students at risk were taking loans to afford to buy a few gallons. A storage centre had been robbed the previous night.
There were a lot of scams online but it seemed like enough people were ready to take their chances, even if that meant swallowing soiled milk instead of healthy jizz.
That certainly explained another big change which made the CuM Centre an even more unsettling experience: the security had greatly improved and now, actual soldiers holding rifles were overseeing the operation.
To be more specific, they were mainly monitoring us, the Betas. We were the most susceptible to try to steal some fresh semen from the huge storage containers.
Every couple of hours, it seemed like a new law was passed on what we were allowed to do (or not) with cum.
Stealing from the Government's storage would grant you a ticket straight to prison. Scamming someone by selling fake merchandise would most likely get you a fine.
Anyway, there I was again, walking in the line with Simon and Steven, dreading the moment I would have to swallow my "medicine".
It was not really about the taste, - I did not care for it -, the awkwardness was more about the other guys, -- our mates, our teachers, our friends, sometimes our families -, watching us gulping on that spunk.
I bet that the Authorities could have found a better way to deal with that. Right? Did the givers and receivers really have to share the same space?
Sometimes, it felt like they were purposely humiliating us.
Right in front of me, I was surprised to see that Steven tried to negotiate a second glass of the Cure with the staff worker.
After puking his first shot on my face (!), apparently, Steven did get used to the taste rather quickly and he was ready to be done with the treatment asap.
We would get tested about once a month -- the one time when we would be allowed to cum -, and every Beta was hoping for the tests to come back negative.
Once it was about to be our turns, Simon shared some news with me. He had gotten some new intel from his dad.
"I did not want to say that in front of the others, but the Government knows damn well that a single ounce of sperm a day is not enough. They are turning the Alphas into milking cows but it is not just to treat us, the Authorities want to make good profits out of this. I heard that millionaires all around the world are willing to spend big bucks to get that good American's spunk at a dosage which is actually enough to get cured. Not that one-ounce bullshit."
"I heard about the President's son bath..." I said, disgusted.
Pictures had leaked online of Jeffrey Harrison immersing himself into a tub filled with white gooey spunk. The leader's son was apparently getting sprayed with jizz 24/7.
"Yeah, the lucky bastard."
"Lucky? That's fucking gross!"
"Maybe, but I bet you anything that this motherfucker will be healed in a month..."
I made a disgusting face.
"Cannot your father help you out?"
Simon looked around. He whispered in a very low voice.
"I think he can, at least, my mom is trying to use their relationships to get me some batches. But..."
He talked even lower; he was being way more serious than usual. I could barely hear him.
"Dan, there won't be enough cum in the world to heal everyone. It's like we are on the freaking Titanic, they did not plan for enough lifeboats and the Authorities are shipping away the few lifeboats that we do have. In their eyes, money is worth more than our lives."
I got scared. I certainly did not want to die.
Also, how frustrating was it that even in times like that, there was a privilege class!
"Fuck, Simon. I don't want to be drinking that shit every day for nothing."
"Look, I don't think that will be for nothing, I guess that one ounce of jizz is still better than nothing... But remember what the doctors said after we got classified as Betas. Any extra cum that you can have, you have to take. Especially, if you don't have the means to buy more private supplies. The price of a gallon of jizz is increasing exponentially."
"That's insane, man. Drinking a single ounce is already a lot to get my head around!"
Simon shrugged his shoulders.
"No need to convince me, I'm just stating facts here. From what I understood, ingesting one ounce of sperm may prevent the development of the Disease but it is not enough to reverse the process and eliminate the defect. It could take years. Maybe decades. I certainly don't want to be dragging this shit for years... Why do you think this guy tried to ingest a whole gallon of cum yesterday? You don't want to have to drink cum all of your life Daniel, do you?"
"Of course not!"
We did not have time to elaborate on the matter as it was our turn to drink our shots.
I wondered about Simon's intel. Were his sources liable? Even if I came around the idea of needing more cum, I would not have the means to afford it anyway so I was fucked.
I thought that I should just stick with the government's recommendation, that was sufficiently bad as it were, at least for the time being.
When I drank my glass, I made sure to lick off the sides properly.
I did not want to get scolded by the staff like the day before, but most of all, I was starting to fully realize how precious those few droplets of spunk truly were.
