As he was strapped into the milking frame a few days later, Zach remembered his encounter with Starla. He could still imagine the exquisite touch of her fingers on his body which sent him over the edge in her office. By the time he was sleeved up, he was throbbing hard. The system carried him up and down as usual.
Until now, he'd never really paid attention to how the entire milking system worked but he would soon have a job helping to improve it to increase the production of that wrinkle cream, or whatever it was, that was manufactured here.
He had surmised, and his opinion had been validated by most of the other inmates, that the system used some sort of electrical signals to stimulate the nerves in his penis until he orgasmed. He'd never heard of edging before three months ago, but that was what Rodriguez said they were doing to them to increase production.
"You never done it, man?" Rod had said one day after one of the first sessions they'd had.
"Done what?"
"Called edging. You never jerked off like that?"
"No. What are you talking about?"
"It's where you jack your shit until just before you're about to bust yer nut and you stop at the last second, right before you unload."
"I never did that. I just crank until I'm finished," Zach said. He didn't know there was any other way than stroking non-stop until he got his rocks off.
"I've done it for hours, man. Takes a lotta control but when you bust that nut it feels like--fuck!" Rod waved his hands. He closed his eyes as he lay on his bunk. "That's what they're doing to us. That's why they get us close and then slow it down again, over and over. They get a lot more spunk than if it was get-it-over-with-quick."
He thought about Starla and before long his first load was extracted and dripping down the collection shield. During the short recovery phase, he looked around the room. Another inmate began to shake violently as a thick stream of semen splattered against the shield. Yet another, a new guy, was just beginning his milking session and Zach watched the fear change to surprise then ecstasy as his manhood began to swell in the sleeve.
One inmate, Ulster was his name, spent little time on his frame. He was fitted, rode the current for a few minutes, harvested then removed from the frame. Zach cast back to his conversation with Starla. She had mentioned quantity and quality in regards to his own semen so he assumed it applied to everyone else as well. This guy must have been a poor producer or "bull" as Starla called them. Zach assumed if he was a consistently poor producer, he'd be rotated out of the program. If the first time was no good, the second certainly would be even less so.
As Zach's second milking began, he leaned his head back and dreamed of kissing each square inch of the porcelain skin Starla Gravestone possessed. She owned all of the semen he'd given her and he was about to add to her account again.
Starla was as good as her word and Zach was mustered out of the program on schedule. He was given his own quarters--a vacated apartment on a far corner of the prison compound--a fairly decent used car and a thousand-dollar stipend for the remainder of the month. He didn't have anywhere to be and knew of nowhere to go. With the weekend coming up, he thought about going out and trying to get laid. There was plenty of time for that, he thought. Next weekend, maybe.
However, he was wrong.
The next week, he was summoned to StarCo's labs. An Asian woman, Alice Inou, had him remove his clothes. She put on gloves and used a tape measure to measure the circumference of his penis and testicles together and then his penis alone.
"What is this for?" Zach asked. Inou was rummaging through a series of bins.
"I'm fitting you for a control device," she said without looking at him. She found what she was looking for and came back. After taking a seat, she produced a stainless ring that was split on one side and hinged on the other. She fitted it around his cock and balls and closed it carefully to avoid pinching.
"What do you mean 'a control device'?" Zach asked again. The woman continued to ignore the question. Now she slid a stainless tube onto his penis about three inches long or so and slightly bigger than his flaccid organ. It fit against the ring and Inou locked the two together with a metal seal which would have to be cut. Only then did Inou answer his question.
"We need the same abstinence conditions you had while in the rotation," she said standing up and stripping off the gloves. "You're a free man now, save for the terms of the NDA, but your semen belongs to Starla. She only wants you to orgasm here in the lab during testing or examination. I know of no other way to ensure that is the case except for this control device."
Zach hefted his manhood looking at the ring and tube assembly locked onto him. "I hate to tell you this, but the tube is loose enough for me to get hard and have a good time."
Inou smiled and raised an eyebrow. "And I hate to tell you this but if you should get an erection with that thing on, you'll regret it."
"How's that?"
"As long as you don't have an erection, you'll be okay. But if you do decide to get one, about three dozen steel points are lining that tube that will encourage you to direct your mind elsewhere. I think you'll find it referred to as a 'Kali's Teeth Bracelet'."
Alice Inou stuck out her hand, took Zach's hand in hers, and shook it vigorously still smiling. "Welcome to StarCo, Zach Hill!"
At first, it wasn't so bad. Zach slowly adjusted back to life as a free man and used the internet to catch up on everything he'd missed in the last two-and-a-half years. Porn was a problem though. The Asian chick was right. If he looked at porn, he'd soon feel the dull pricking of the tube on his penis as it swelled.
Later though, as his normal morning erections tried to occur, the situation got worse. It was becoming a regular thing for him to wake up in pain at four or five in the morning trying to get his usual morning boner. A week later, as he was considering trying to see Starla and tell her he was ready to give his asshole over to a daily reaming, the phone rang.
"We're ready for you, Mister Hill," the voice said on the other end. It sounded like that Asian woman who'd put this thing on him. "Be here tomorrow at one p.m. Be prepared for an examination, which means if you haven't already shaved, you need to."
That, Zach found out the next day, was easier said than done as he tried to not only work the razor across his scrotum and the base of his penis with the steel in the way but also to not get hard as he manipulated the contraption locked on him.
Zach picked his way through the main building as he searched for the lab. When he finally found it, he stepped into a room that looked a lot like a large hospital exam room. Three women were hunched over microscopes, centrifuges, and other equipment that Zach didn't recognize. A huge banner ran across one wall that said: StarCo--Maker of RevAgist. Below that was a picture of a crudely drawn ejaculating penis and a three-leafed plant of some sort. Zach imagined that was someone's idea of illustrating the two ingredients in the aging reversal cream they made here.
