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 6: It's a whole new world
I had been diagnosed as a Beta male for only seven days but it felt like an eternity had passed.
In the span of a single week, the whole world had been turned upside down.
Sure, there was a significant drop in the number of deaths, and even more so in the number of people experiencing symptoms -- the results of the Cure were levelling-up to most of the expectations -, but people had gone insane.
Everyone had become obsessed with cum!
And when I say "everyone", I also include myself.
Jizz was basically the only thing in my mind!
Swallowing a shot glass of sperm each morning while the entire city, including my class and team mates were masturbating nearby was quite the experience, but going from two ejaculations a day to none in an entire week, this part of the Protocol was driving me mad!
To resist temptations, I avoided looking at girls as much as possible but it made things only worse, as I was now getting aroused with no apparent reason. Everywhere. Every hour of the day, or of the night.
The slightest thought or mention of sex would get me to full mast. Even when it was semi-flaccid, my dick was constantly leaking. I got stains all over my underwear... and on the fabric of my rowing singlet.
Coach Jordan noticed... You bet!
Was I loosing too much precum? Was it dangerous for my health?
The worst part was that while I was experiencing the biggest blue balls of my life, everyone else around me seemed to be beating their meat 24/7!
The guys from the rowing team were now fully committed to make big bucks out of their (Alpha) balls. They were constantly fapping when they were at home, and more and more openly.
I mean, we were living in a world where the President could jerk-off live on television, so a group of frat guys rubbing one out in the shared living-space did not seem like much of a big deal.
Seeing them stroking their huge cocks (damn, why did they all have to be so hung?!) was like torture to me! I wanted to stroke my own dick so fucking bad.
They would usually pass some sort of container (a bowl, a glass, a vase...) among themselves to bust their loads in, and then, they would store their fresh jizz inside the fridge. Right next to my breakfast.
I had been proposed by Gino to taste some, - on the side and for free -, but I refused the offer. I had somewhat wrapped my mind around swallowing strangers' cum but my mates... No, that was another sick level!
Besides, some of the guys from the frat house were really against sharing their seeds with Simon and I.
The coxswain Jason (the little prick) told everyone bluntly:
"If they want the juice, they have to pay, just like everybody else!"
"We are a team!" Gino argued back on my behalf. "It's like Coach Jordan always says, we should have each other's back."
"You're only saying that because you want a good excuse to spray your boyfriend with your spunk so bad, homo!" Franck teased him.
What a fucking hypocrite! Karter had been the only one letting me sip on his cum right after his passage in the cubicle at the CUM Centre.
A couple of times, I almost reached out to Franck when he was coming out of the cubicle to find out if he had any "leftovers" for me, but we were never alone and I was still too ashamed to ask in front of the other guys.
"Fuck off, Franck. You know we need that bullshit." Simon said, leaving the room angrily.
The Jackson twins were still laughing at the homo joke. That was so hilarious to pretend that Gino and I were dating... Very mature.
I knew that Simon was pissed because he was genuinely interested in purchasing the bowl of creamy jizz sitting in our fridge.
His parents did not have any money problem but apparently, they had been scammed trying to purchase some fresh batches of cum online.
I specify "fresh" because, as the days progressed, there were tons of experimentations made by Doctor Seeder's team, - Seeder was pretty much appearing every day on T.V., - and the latest reports showed that the effects of the Cure were much stronger if the sperm was consumed right after ejaculation.
I got quite concerned by this piece of news.
Anyway, their little business of selling jizz was creating frictions inside the house, even among the Alphas.
Franck was nutting buckets (and often), and he was therefore responsible for half of the jizz stored in that freaking bowl. Diego, Peter and Franck had already had multiple fights on the share of the profits and the best ways to find new Beta customers.
I mean... I was right there!
Between the fapping, the drama in the house, and the visitation to the CuM Centre each morning, my life had turned into a succession of cringy moments.
Still, I think that the Centre was the place where I was feeling the most awkward, especially because I was now constantly hard. Weirdly, my dick was getting particularly stiffed when I was there!
The "Alphas" had got desensitized to donating their sperm and jacking off in public and, as a result, more and more men were touching themselves even before entering their cubicle. Rubbing their crotches, putting their hands under their jeans, or even jerking-off right in the open.
In some sick ways, it was getting me aroused.
See, I wanted to switch places with them, to feel my dick pressed by my fingers, stroke it slowly... Hmmm... The way those hundreds of Alpha males were caressing themselves nonchalantly. Preparing themselves to release nutritious cum. I wanted that too! SO BAD.
I looked at Big D. who was one of the first Alphas to take his gigantic dick out of his pants to "get in the mood" as he was the next one in line to get into a cubicle.
I envied everything about him. His large muscles. His huge cock. His carelessness about the fact that it was dripping precum everywhere -- what a waste! -. His massive balls which were maturing healthy Alpha juice. His large hand caressing and toying with his cock-head.
My own dick was throbbing in my pants.
Fuck my life! When I told you that I was becoming insane!
Some of the frat guys had started to follow the same exhibitionist path.
Franck and the Jackson twins, although a bit more discreetly than Darius, were obviously caressing themselves while they were waiting in their respective lines, checking some porn on their phones.
At least, they had not reached Coach Jordan's level of comfort yet.
That day (my seventh at the CuM Centre), the rowing Coach masturbated his big dick with the blue curtain from his cubicle wide open. Why did he need to do that?! Just like in the college's gymnasium, he was directly looking at me.
I had swallowed his sperm already. And there he was, tempting me again, daring me to catch it right from his veiny cock. Since he was only wearing some shorts and flip-flops when he came in to the Centre, he was now sitting entirely naked on his stool.
The Coach was caressing his nipples while moaning loudly before the climax. What a perv!
But I knew I could not blame him. He was pumping his horse dick for me, to satisfy my Beta needs.
Again, I was hating myself for getting hard while watching him.
Some guys were uneasy in the line near the Coach's cubicle, but no one was really surprised at this point. The turnover was so dense in the Centre that Coach Jordan was far from being the only one showing-off.
We were only between men after all. It was like a giant locker-room, no need to be modest or shy!
