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 8: The five seconds' rule
"My fellow Americans, it has been fourteen glorious days since we have implemented the Protocol throughout the entire Nation. The time has come to share our first conclusions."
They were holding press conferences every couple of days but that night, it was one of the very important ones, where the entire population was mandated to watch.
We could literally get fined if we were caught doing anything else than listening to the President's address.
I was sitting with the rest of the guys in the locker-room, our eyes glued to Andre's iPad.
I was stuck between Tyrone and Franck. That was not a smart choice from my part, they were the two biggest guys of the team and they were crushing me with their thighs.
We were wearing our rowing singlets as we were about to start a training session, but Coach Jordan had been compelled to make us watch the press conference.
He was actually sitting with us, on an upper bench behind me, I felt his crotch right behind my neck. Sometimes, it was literally pressing against me, I swear I could feel the veins of his dick!
President Harrison was giving his speech, Doctor Seeder, - still looking like a crazy cartoon character, - was standing in his lab coat on his side.
"Thanks to the discovery of the miracle Cure and the dedication of the entire Country, we have already saved thousands and thousands of lives. I hereby have to show my immense gratitude for our Alpha Males population who has not hesitated to sacrifice their semen for the Common Good, and for the incredible work provided by both the Federal and Local Authorities who have combined their efforts to make this entire Protocol possible."
President Harrison made a praying sign with his hands to show his appreciation.
"Millions of American families are looking at you with pride, gratitude and admiration."
There was applause in the press conference room.
The President's popularity was at a whole time high despite some of the controversies and abuses in the new policies. A month prior, nobody was seeing an end to the crisis and the U.S. were sinking into a depressing hole, filled with young males' funerals...
But now, everything was different. The Land of the Free was, once again, full of possibilities.
To be fair, the fact that the population had gotten to see President Harrison stroke his huge cock and jizz on live-television might have something to do with his sudden boost in the polls!
Politics is all about perception, right? And what inspires more attraction than some massive dick energy?
"In the span of a couple of weeks, the number of deaths has dropped significantly by 51%, and the number of new cases of the Disease has dropped by a whopping 69%, showing us that the deaths will keep on decreasing in the following days." He continued.
More cheering followed that statement.
Coach Jordan hissed behind me. He moved closer, probably to get a better view of the screen, and his cock was now fully pressed against my neck.
Gino was clearly moved. Although he barely ever mentioned it, I knew that he was frustrated that the Cure had been discovered, just a few months too late, to save his brother's life.
"The past weeks have also taught us a lot on the Disease and the effectiveness of the Cure and Protocol in place. Speaking under Doctor Seeder's supervision here, we have identified that most of the new cases were due to the fact that some members of the Beta Males population, despite the Health Department's clear guidelines and instructions, could not help themselves from ejaculating..."
I gulped. One way or another, it was always our fault!
Simon and I looked at each other. I did not know how he was doing himself but as far as I was concerned, "not cumming" had become the biggest struggle in my life.
I could swallow my ounce of jizz each morning at the CuM Centre, I could lick the leftovers of spunk from my teammates and roommates, I could even render humiliating services to Franck in exchange of more of his seeds, but being forbidden from ejaculating was the worst.
I was horny 24/7 and my dick was leaking every single night, which was a vicious circle because the more precum I was "losing", the more cum I felt like I needed to swallow to compensate.
"Consequently, the Authorities are working on a new initiative to allow every Beta Male to register themselves on a private listing and receive a free chastity cage. This tool will effectively prevent our Betas to get any unwanted erection and leaking. Due to the high demands though, the waiting lists are quite long but rest assured that we are doing everything in our power to deliver the chastity cages swiftly."
"Fuck, they're going to cage your wieners!" Diego reacted spontaneously.
I had already heard that some Beta guys had willingly locked their dicks to prevent them from getting hard, - Gregory Marshall had been proudly wearing one for nearly a week -, but now, this issue would be handled at a national level.
"It's not mandatory, Diego." Gino pointed out.
Not yet... I thought sombrely.
I looked down at my crotch, my cock was visibly stiffed underneath my singlet and a stain was forming because of the precum.
Coach Jordan had already scolded me about it... But I swear that I could not help it! The slightest change in temperature, the mere brush of my body, was getting my cock to full-mast.
The President kept going:
"As for the Cure ingestion, we are currently working on new ways to make the cumsumption, sorry, the consumption, more efficient."
Franck put his hand on my thigh.
Shit, the contact made my dick throbbed!
"First of all, I would like to address some concerns coming from our Alpha population. Although studies have shown that the more semen the Betas ingest, the more efficient the Cure is, we will not ask more than the mandatory ejaculation from each Alpha. Aside from the obligatory morning deposit at the CuM Centres, each Alpha American shall remain free to do what they wish with their semen."
Franck held me tighter and winked at me. I ignored him.
"Yeehaw, we can still sell our batches legally!" The guys cheered.
"Boys! Silence!" Coach Jordan barked.
"That being said, I have to point out that the most recent studies have shown that the mean of consumption was as important, if not more important, than the quantity of semen consumed. Indeed, once expelled from the penis, the level of the B19 protein contained in the sperm tends to decrease rapidly. We estimate that after five seconds, the benefits from the sperm ingestion are roughly cut in half."
"Jesus Christ..." Simon mumbled.
That meant that we had been drinking low quality sperm for weeks! At the CuM Centre, we were swallowing jizz which had been stored and conditioned.
Fuck the damn Protocol!
It was worse for Simon. The poor guy had been ordering batches of semen for nearly fifty thousand dollars but clearly, he was not consuming the nectar less than five seconds after the ejaculation, meaning that all his efforts might really well have been in vain.
"Of course, the ingestion of sperm in any form remains widely encouraged." Doctor Seeder intervened.
Phew... It was not that bad then.
"We did note that one Beta subject would have to consume three to four times the quantity of stored sperm to reach a level of B19 proteins equivalent to what he would have obtained by swallowing fresh loads."
"To be clear, when we refer to fresh loads, we mean, straight from the balls."
The President added with a faint smile.
After a little more scientific jabbering, there were a Questions and Answers segment. Since the official mandatory speech was over, the guys started to loosen up around me. Franck finally let go of my thighs and he was whispering something to Tyrone.
I was dripping with precum...
"Considering these new findings, should we consider the CuM Centre's Protocol as outdated?" One journalist asked.
"Are we wasting our precious Alpha males' spunk by storing it?" Another journalist added.
"We believe the CuM Centre is a great and necessary tool to allow the mandatory exchange of fluids as part of the Nation' wide effort to fight the Disease. However, we are indeed working in changing the Protocol to ensure that the consumption of semen will be in line with the latest recommendations and that our Alpha juice is not wasted."
My stomach started to ache. What were they going to do with us?
"As for the storage, we are doing everything to maintain the highest quality of the spunk during the process -- we are making great progress in that regard as well. Storing does remain a useful way to prevent any potential shortage in the future."
"As a daily donor to the Centre, I am pretty certain that none of my jizz is fed to a Beta before at least several minutes!" An older male reporter pointed out.
"We are duly aware of that, Sir. And as I was saying, we will be making changes very soon. A new "five seconds' rule" shall be implemented in every CuM Centre across the country in the following days."
"Mr. President, how do you explain sending tons and tons of sperm abroad while the Disease has not been fully eradicated in the States, and while the price of cum has reached a whole time high, breaking new records every single day?"
"The United-States have been pioneers in the fight against the Disease and the help given to our allies in these most difficult times will, without a doubt, benefit the Country on the long run. I suppose that I do not need to remind anyone that we live in a highly divided World on the precipice of war. Any efforts made to prevent that and ensure stability shall be pursued. Any other question before we end this?"
There were many more. Multiples hands rose at the same time.
A younger female journalist was picked in the crowd.
"What about the people selling their jizz at crazy prices, preventing many of our most disadvantaged citizens from obtaining a sufficient supply of sperm?"
"This is still America. The Land of the Free. Janet, do you wish to live in a Communist State? As mentioned before, every Beta male following the guidelines should be able to stop the Disease from erupting anyway. The Government cannot be put at fault if those Beta boys cannot help themselves from cumming!"
The press conference was supposed to end, my teammates were getting ready to go out and hit the boats, but there was one finale question taken.
"Studies abroad have shown that other ways of spunk consumption might be even more efficient? Are you looking that way? A Dutch team has been launching an apparently successful clinical trial on anal insemination."
"We are not ruling out any options at this stage. Anything that can help eradicate this Disease will be tested and, if successful, implemented by the Authorities. So yes, I can confirm that we are looking into the work of the Dutch teams."
My mates were chatting and barely listening at this point.
As soon as they understood that nothing much would change for them, -- they still had to go to the CuM Centre each morning and could freely sell some additional loads to the best buyers -, they had lost interest.
Simon and I, on the other hand, were deeply invested.
Chastity cage...
