I awoke groggily, my head in a fuzz, the lights seeming so bright at first, they seemed to sear my retina. Nothing computed at first, why way everything white, where was I?
Somewhere clinical, like a hospital, but without all the machines, and bigger, simpler beds.
Why couldn't I move right, kind of stuck in one position, I tried to test my muscles. Laid out like a star, arms wide and legs wide, I felt the bite of restraints on my wrists, my ankles, could move but in unison. What the...? A spreader bar holding them wide apart, but as far as I could tell, I could bend my legs and move them, my ankles just held in their full stretch expanse, and I was naked!
Where the fuck was I? What was this place? The last I'd known, I was on a Tinder date, oh god, I'd been drugged in the bar....Deep, deep panic rise in my chest. "Fuck... are they going to harvest my organs or something?" was the only thought cycling through my brain.
Then in she came to the room, ward, whatever this was.
"Hello James, good to see you awake!" she said, "I'm sure you're feeling quite confused just now, but don't be alarmed".
"Cordelia! Don't be alarmed??? Where the FUCK am I? What is this place? Why did you drug me? What's going on?"
"Don't worry James, it's perfectly normal to be alarmed..."
"Normal??? NORMAL??? you've drugged me and restrained me, naked to a bed in a strange.... facility... I don't know what this place is? Normal??? you do this regularly".
"Stay calm James and I'll explain, you've been selected, by me, on behalf of the Ministry of Genetic Excellence, to be part of a top-secret public service program. The quality of our nation's genetics has been in decline for over 20 years now. We don't know why but it seems strands within the DNA helix are weakening in a large percentage of the population, and if it continues at this rate, in the next 20 years we are going to see a devastating rise in non-viable pregnancies, severe birth defects and a tenfold increase in instances of cancers, and that is at the current rate of decline. It has been accelerating."
"So what? you want to extract my genes or something???"
A slight smile crossed her face "In a manner of speaking. Yes. We are going to harvest your semen and covertly use it to seed your, and others like you'd much stronger, DNA into the next generation."
"So, what, you want to extract their DNA and replace it with mine? how do you propose to do that replace a foetus?" my head in such a blur I was missing the obvious answer.
"No James, the government can easily monitor who is sexually active in the population, using smart devices. We can also easily track cycles in the individual females within the population, they can cross reference a multitude of sources for that, everything from smart watch data which tells us exact days, to supermarket loyalty cards to determine when women purchase sanitary products. From all this, they can calculate with high accuracy, when in a cycle they are ovulating. Then we simply arrange for medical examination procedures, often smear tests, to be carried out on these dates, and our national team of doctors, during this 'examination' covertly introduce your semen into the fertile reproductive systems at the peak time."
"I'm sorry, Cordelia, if that's even your name, but I'm not doing it."
"This is. it an optional program James, you've maybe noticed the restraints?"
"I'll blow the whistle; I'll go public on what you're doing..."
"Please James, have you any idea it is to get someone committed to an asylum when they start claiming 'The Government stole my sperm because I'm genetically superior, and impregnated people with it', especially when you control the establishment, trust me, we've had to do it. My advice, it's not an unpleasant experience for you, lay back, enjoy it, then go on about your life happy in the knowledge you've paid a service to humanity."
My brain was a swirl, this wasn't going to happen, no way... but the thought was quickly broken by Cordelia saying, "Now let's get your prepped".
"Prepped, what to do mean prepped?"
"Just cleaned up and sterile before we start collection".
"COLLECTI.....whoah...." she pulled on a rope and before I knew it a rope attached to the spreader bar between my ankles tightened over a pulley I'd not yet seen attached to the headboard, raising my legs into the air, knees spread wide, my cock, balls and ass on full display.. "Jesus!!! What the fuck???"
ignoring me now, Cordelia moved to the side of the room and gathered up some items on a tray before returning to the bed and started sponging around my cock and balls, getting everything wet, before starting to rub some shaving gel around my balls and over my already trimmed hair.
"What are you doing?" I gasped, the cooling hint of menthol in the gel sending a tingle through me. As she massaged around the base of my shaft and my balls, I couldn't prevent the hardening, my cock rising up from its slumber, intrigued by this novel sensation.
Cordelia ignored it for now other than a "It looks like we're not going to have much trouble from you" comment, accompanied by a wry, naughty smile on her face, and she sat on a stool between my thighs, opened a cut-throat razor, looked up at me, again with the wry smile, "Now hold nice and still, I need to shave you first, it makes collecting any spillage from your skin much easier" a definite smirk now. it was clear she enjoyed her work.
She worked swiftly and carefully, holding my swollen shaft aside as she expertly shaved all the hair from my lower shaft, from my pubic mound, and carefully stretched out my ball sack and inch by inch shaved me bald. sponging me down again when she finished. The cool air on my tingling cock and balls doing nothing to ease the hardness of my shaft.
Then returning with a sterilising soap gel, she generously squirted it all over me, before going in with her bare hands washing the whole area thoroughly. Looking down I could see right down her cleavage, as she diligently pulled my foreskin back, working the soap gel all the way around my ridge, basically wanking my now throbbing head with it, the grip then sliding tightly down my shaft, twisting it in around the very base of my shaft. Then gripping around the base of my balls so they both popped out of her grip, her fist almost closed behind them, my skin stretched tight over them both, in her grasp, as her other hand worked the gel down either side of my sack.
moving on backward, pressing the gel between my arse cheeks, my ass clenching as she pressed over it, a raised eyebrow up at me, that smirk again, as she reached for the bottle and squirted extra gel onto her fingers.
"I do need to be thorough!" her finger pressing into my raised ass, a deep gasp escaping me... then a louder one as a second finger joined it and she probed the gel deeper. Highly disturbed by all of this, but my cock utterly betraying me, throbbing in all its glory, my erection a raging one, stretching my skintight, the veins on my shaft bulging in all their fury, as her fingers finally slide from me, and she again sponges me down. cleaning all the excess gel from me. Leaving me laid there naked, nether regions shave bald and spotlessly clean, as well as throbbing, and a big clear bead of precum now emanating from my tip.
She touched a finger to it and circled it round the eye of my head, rubbing it into my swollen head.
"Mmm perfect, we're nearly ready to get started. Drink this please, you need your hydration, nutrition and minerals.". Hungry and thirsty, not knowing when I last ate or drank, I gulped down all of the sweet liquid, before with another wry smile she added, "oh and it will help keep you nice and hard, just like this", she said, giving my cock a playful double squeeze in her grip.
"Now let's get started in earnest" she said moving back between my thighs, "its normal that we try to add a bit of visual stimulation" she said, understanding a few more buttons on her tunic, she worked one of her beautiful full tits out then the other, so they were framed by the stretched tunic.
"Do you like my tits!?" she asked, her grip closing on my shaft and starting to stroke it...
