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 9: Just the tip
I was shaking in the narrow cubicle. Spontaneously, I had knelt down, waiting for the first "fapper" to come in and to feed me.
There were a stool, an iPad and a small cup.
The Alpha would jizz in the plastic container and I would have to drink his loads right away. To be more specific, I had less than five seconds to swallow the seeds if I wanted to benefit from the purest form of the B19 proteins.
The staff had been very clear about that.
Someone opened the blue curtain; I was not too sure how randomly the lines were forming outside. Did the Alphas know who was waiting for them inside each cabin?
He was an older guy, - around 35 or 40 years old -, and he was wearing a wedding ring.
I had already seen this dude in the Centre before but I did not know his name or occupation. He was always wearing a fancy suit though. That day, I also noticed his luxury watch.
He had dark hair and piercing grey eyes, most people would consider him good looking.
I was intimidated. Not only I was kneeling down but he was very tall.
The stranger looked down on me.
"Weird fucking country, weird fucking people." He mumbled to himself.
I gulped.
He sat down on the stool and he ignored me as best as he could.
I heard him unzipping his fly. Although I was kneeling literally an inch from his thighs, I avoided looking at the large cock coming out of his probably $1500 trousers. I was looking at his wedding ring instead. I wondered if the man had kids. Probably.
"Things they make you do! Feeding faggots!"
I assumed that he was talking only for himself, muttering in his trimmed beard.
I did not know what I was expecting but certainly not that... I guess that not everyone was as enthusiastic as my teammates to flaunt their dicks and cum for me.
I started to think about Jason. I prayed that he would not end up in my cubicle.
Next to me, the stroking intensifies and the typical fapping noises started to resonate. The married guy was wearing earphones, his eyes glued to the iPad.
I did my best not to check the porn out, I was sufficiently horny as it was.
At this point, I still had not purchased a chastity cage although my dick and balls were reaching the point of no-return. I knew that, consciously or not, I would have to cum very soon.
Speaking of cumming, about five minutes in, the guy picked up the cup and I got the first good look at his dick pulsating, throbbing, and emptying its milk into the small container.
Despite his lack of enthusiasm, the first fapper performed his mission efficiently and released some thick white loads.
Maybe he was afraid to get arrested for not taking part in the National Effort.
He was still holding on to the cup though, and the seconds were passing by.
"Sir..." I whispered. "I need to..."
He looked at me with all the despise he could gather. I felt terrible.
"Here." He barked, almost throwing the cup at my face.
I grabbed it hastily and I drank the content in one go.
The jizz was salty, just like the guy who had produced it.
He left the room and I heard that he had to confirm to a staff member that I had dutifully swallowed his spunk in the assigned time.
If he had refused to feed me, I could have lodged a formal complaint. It was my right as a Beta Male to be served those fresh loads of jizz.
Thank you, Mister President Harrison!
I did not have time to hear the married guy complain some more about the "degeneracy of the country" that someone else was already entering the cubicle.
Seven men had to feed me their loads before I would be asked to leave the cabin. There was no time to waste. Nor cum, of course.
This second guy, I knew very well. He was my law teacher, Professor Dentons.
"Zander."
He nodded with a smile as he came in, as if he was happily surprised to see me there, on my knees.
"Professor..."
This time, I could easily tell that he was already hard under his jeans before coming in.
I had noticed during prior visits to the CuM Centre that Dentons was one of these men who were shamelessly touching themselves while they were waiting in the lines.
No big deal in this day and age, but still, I started to consider that the plain ignorance and despise from my previous donor was not that bad after all.
My professor looked at me for a few seconds. It was like he was waiting for me to unbuckle his belt. In the end, he slid down his pants himself.
Shit. Dentons was packing big. And his dick was already dripping. A ton.
I knew that he was getting blown by some Beta males on the side, right on the campus and pretty much in the open. I felt very awkward suddenly, what would he be expecting from me? I was not ready for any of it.
Yet, the precum forming at the tip of his cut dick was appetizing as fuck...
Looked plenty nutritious.
Professor Dentons stroked himself slowly looking right at me. He did not turn on the iPad. I was surprised, - but probably I should not have been -, that he did not even try to pretend that he needed some porn to get off.
I heard someone moaning loudly in the cabin right next to mine. I was not alone in this. Hundreds of Betas were waiting to get fed, now in very close proximity with the Alphas.
I was feeling the tension in every fibre of my being.
It took less than two minutes for Dentons to reach the point of orgasm. I was semi-expecting he would spray his loads right on my face, but he did follow the procedure and came in the cup.
However, contrary to his predecessor, he hurried to feed it to me.
"Open your mouth, Zander! 5 seconds, remember!"
My law professor emptied the cup filled of his fresh spunk in my opened mouth while he pulled my hair back. His milk slid right down my throat.
Wow. This is something I never thought I would write.
If the last couple of weeks had pushed the concept of decency to the limits, with the new Protocol in place, we were now widely crossing them!
As I was slurping on the jizz from my third donor, I could not believe this would become my new routine!
Third and fourth guys were strangers and they did their business quickly. The fourth guy's sperm tasted sweeter than the other three. He had gotten some jizz on his hands which he generously accepted to smear on my face.
