0 comments/ 52186 views/ 21 favorites Semen Hunters By: fmcchris Up until the time I was married I would have never believed that there were two disparate Americas coexisting side by side forming unequal parts of the same whole; one of unbounded privilege and the other of implicit, soul-deadening servitude. To think that the vast majority of Americans were no more than indentured slaves to banks and corporations that ruled over them was not immediately apparent to my naïve mind. The idea that my country's class system was as rigidly hierarchical as any other current or former world power was foreign to my sheltered, middle-class existence. I had always believed that America was the land of opportunity; a land in which an intelligent, talented person could elevate herself to the highest echelons of society via hard work, determination, and dogged persistence. But once I had married into a formidably wealthy family, I began to see that my previous perceptions of reality had been skewed by years of societal indoctrination invented by an elitist class to keep its lowly brethren ignorant and malleable to forces beyond its control. I slowly began to realize that the accumulation of vast amounts of money that preoccupied the greater portion of the elite's waking hours was not an end result in itself, but only the means by which great power could be achieved. And, ultimately, with that power, the control of humankind and the precious earth that we inhabit. America has been described recently by various pundits as an empire in decline, and I see no good reason to deny their assertions. At present we face the dubious prospect of entering into another world war, this time in the Middle East, promulgated by psychopaths determined to impose Western hegemony upon all those who refuse to accept the proffered gift of freedom and democracy; a misnomer since America has long said goodbye to its Constitution and Bill of Rights, those relics of an ancient and obsolete Republic sacrificed at the altar of the omnipotent executive branch, which itself is only an instrument of the banking cartels and the avaricious, conscienceless marauders of Wall Street. We now stand at the edge of a precipice. If the insanity of our politicians cannot be held in check, then life on this fragile planet may end sooner than we think. As one idiotic politician recently remarked, "Why have nuclear weapons if you can't use them?" With this intellectually and morally feeble mindset, is it any wonder that Armageddon might be right around the corner? Now that I am married, I have been given a splendid opportunity to view life from the tip of the societal iceberg, so to speak. I am now part of the social elitist class, having married into an old English family of great wealth and power. My husband, Nathaniel West, the current British Ambassador to the United States, is a kind and decent man of noble lineage who can trace his ancestry all the way back to Henry IV. However, he is also very zealous in his pursuit of personal fame and glory, which has sometimes led him to put his job before me. More than once I have been subject to his displeasure whenever things did not go his way in the realm of foreign relations. Fortunately for us both, my equanimity had always been a bulwark to his mercurial temper. Being the wife of an ambassador means spending the greater part of my life separated from my husband. Although we have only been married six years, I often feel lonely and sexually frustrated due to the inordinate amount of time he spends travelling around the world. I suppose I shouldn't complain since Nathaniel has provided me with all the wealth and luxury I would ever need. But these material things, as comforting as they may be in a physical sense, do nothing to assuage the longing of my soul to engage in life's more transcendent experiences. I feel as though I am swimming around in a fishbowl, cognizant of the existence of a greater reality surrounding me but helpless to partake of it. Before I met my husband I had already established myself as a successful novelist, and my works of romantic fiction provided me with enough money to support myself. However, my middle-class existence came to an abrupt end once I was married. We now live on vast estate in the town of Amagansett, New York, on the eastern part of Long Island. Many famous celebrities live here; Paul McCartney and Billy Joel being our nearest neighbors. To alleviate some of the loneliness and boredom I suffer when my husband is away, I have sought out the company of other women who live in the neighborhood; women who, like me, were anxious to move out from behind the shadows of their famous, and often absent, husbands to pursue their own interests. Over the years I became friends with quite a number of such women, and I eventually became part of a clique who met regularly to participate in one social event or another. I soon discovered to what heights of prurience extreme wealth and privilege could engender in even the most seemingly prim and austere women. And, with that revelation, my life would change forever. One afternoon during a ladies' social tea at Millicent Friedman's house in early September, she began to recount in a most florid and candid way her recent visit to the Red Light district in Tokyo where she and several of her friends went to a bar where only women were allowed. In this bar many men from different countries would serve the women drinks while being scantily clothed or fully naked. The women would have the men masturbate for them in various ways until they reached orgasm. The women would then drink the men's sperm. She laughed merrily as she described how she forced one handsome young stud to send his ejaculate flying into a salad bowl ten feet across the room. Notwithstanding the fact that the feat she described would have been impossible for any man to achieve, the women seemed to accept it verbatim, and most found it quite amusing. At first my reaction to this seemingly preposterous tale was one of both shock and disgust, but her account was hotly corroborated by two of the women seated next to me who had accompanied Millie on her trip. Despite their strident approbations, I was loathe to believe the lurid story and merely looked at them with an incredulous stare. "I swear, Lydia, I am telling the truth," Millicent said, her limpid blue eyes focusing intently upon me. Millicent, or "Millie" as she liked to be called, was an intellectually formidable and aggressive woman whose outspokenness was only superseded by her glaring sense of humor. Her tall, majestic frame was capped off by a crown of short, copper-red hair that lent a hint of juvenility to her athletic, middle-aged body. She had been married to a plastic surgeon for almost twenty-five years before they decided to call the marriage quits. She had one daughter who was off at college. As she continued to stare at me waiting patiently for any sign that I might buy her story, the woman sitting beside me grabbed my arm and shook it violently. "Don't believe a word she says, Lydia!" she said mockingly, denying her friend's admission with a demonstrable sneer. "I don't," I answered, keeping my eyes on Millie. Dorothy Gianelli was a stunning aburn-haired beauty with green eyes and an angelic face. She was in her early thirties and married with nine-year-old twins, both girls. Her husband was the CEO of a major architectural corporation in Manhattan that had built many of the tallest skyscrapers in the city. Like me, she had established herself as a successful interior designer long before she had met her husband, and retained her streetwise cynicism despite all the trappings of wealth. She was a daydreamer of the highest order, finding discontent in the supposed benefits of materialism and thirsting after a more profound and liberating life beyond the blatant opulence and conservatism of the elite social order she had been thrust into by marriage to her husband. Although demure, she projected a sunny, positive attitude marked by a distinctly kinky interest in all things sexual. Millie's story had made her laugh, but I could see that it also turned her on. "Well, you should!" Millie retorted. "And it's about time we brought you up to speed." "Oh, come on, Millie!" Dorothy whined. "Do you really think we should be telling her this?" "Why the hell not? She's been in the loop for a several years. She's one of us now." "I agree," Charlize Templeton said, raising her tea cup in salute. "We've got to tell her some time." "Tell me what?" I inquired. Charlize, a tall, thin aristocratic woman of forty-seven years, smiled at me and took a sip of tea before letting the cup down gently into her saucer. She had four children—all of whom had long since left home years ago to pursue their various careers. Her husband had died several years ago and she now lived alone in a beautiful mansion that had once been the summer resort of a wealthy and powerful senator from Oyster Bay. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun and her fashionable glasses framed a face whose beauty had not diminished with age. "We're a bunch of drinkers," she said brusquely. "Drinkers?" I asked, with a puzzled look on my face. "As in alcoholics?" "As in sperm," said a voice from the other end of the room. Yumi Kawasaki, a lovely, black-haired, Japanese woman with huge brown eyes and flawless skin, shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she looked deferentially at Millie. The woman was in her late thirties but looked ten years younger. She had been married to a Japanese businessman for almost a decade and had one child, a boy of ten. At five feet two inches tall she was a powerhouse of intelligence and wit who tempered her proclivity toward unforgiving bluntness with a substantial amount of smiling and joke making. "Sperm?" I felt myself laughing as I said it. "Yes, sperm," she replied tersely. Call it what you will, sperm, semen, jizz, cum, splooge, baby batter...we love to drink it." I looked from one face to the next hoping that what I had just heard would have provoked either exclamations of incredulity or amusement, but I was met only with blank stares. "Are you telling me that you, all of you, actually drink semen?" "Not only do we drink it," said Ann Pulaski, a pretty, short-haired blonde in her mid-40s with hazel eyes and a robust personality, "but we go hunting for it." "That's right," Millie said. "We're what you might call sperm aficionados. And we're all part of a club—a 'semen hunters' club if you will." I couldn't stop myself from laughing derisively at this point. "A semen hunter's club!" I cried, shaking my head in disbelief. "Stop it. You're going to make me puke!" "This isn't a joke," Ann said, unamused. Sharise Jackson, a tall, elegant, and stunningly beautiful black woman with huge breasts, impeccable fashion sense, and a singing voice that was on a par with her idol Whitney Houston, looked at me with a disapproving smirk. Her black satin Valentino dress caressed her hard, voluptuous body like a second skin. As the president and CEO of JET magazine, she had made friends with some of the most prominent black artists and politicians in the world. She was divorced with three kids, two boys and one girl, all of them in their teens. Her hair was short but styled very sexily, which made her look at lot younger than her forty-four years. "Well she seems to think it is!" she said to Ann while never taking her eyes off me. "Oh please!" I said to Millie. "You're putting me on!" "No, we're not," Millie replied. "We just happen to share the same fetish, that's all." "Drinking cum?" "Yes, drinking cum." I threw up my hands in disgust. "And all of you are into this same perversion?" "And what's so horrible about it?" Grace Allenby asked in her high-pitched Aussie voice. "It's not a bloody crime you know. And it's not like we're doing something illegal." A recent immigré from Perth, Australia, Grace was a woman of medium height with long blonde hair and soft blue eyes. The creator of her own line of women's cosmetics, she had made a fortune in the ten short years since forming her company, which now had branches throughout the world. She was in her early thirties, and married with an eight-year-old girl. She normally possessed an even-tempered disposition but the subject matter seemed to provoke a surprisingly robust response from her. "I didn't say it was illegal, Grace," I replied. "I said it was perverted." "Really? When you give your husband a blow job and swallow his jizz, do you call that perverted?" "I don't swallow his sperm." "Never?" she asked, her eyes studying me, searchingly. "Never," I replied proudly. "Have you ever tasted cum at all?" "Only once when I first started dating my husband." "And?" "I was giving him a handjob and he shot all over my hands. Out of curiosity I tasted it and found it terrible." "So you have never swallowed sperm from that point?" "Never. I mean he begs me to give him head all the time but I just can't swallow cum. And I have no intention of ever doing so." Suddenly the room fell quiet. I could feel their eyes looking at me in wonderment and then dismay, giving me the impression that they now regretted letting me in on their little secret. "Well I guess she won't be accompanying us to the glory hole!" Katie O'Donnell joked as she crossed her long legs. She was a cute-as-a-button Irish girl of twenty-seven with short blonde hair and large green eyes. The ample freckles on her nose gave her a slightly schoolgirl look, exuding an impish yet charming quality. She stood about five feet, six inches tall and had a slim, athletic figure. Although married with a two-year-old daughter, both she and her husband were swingers and enjoyed having sex with other people as often as they could get it. I had known for some time that she often frequented glory holes to suck off anonymous men while her husband videotaped the event. I tried not to be judgmental even though I thought the practice revolting. "May I ask you something?" Millie said to me. "Does your husband eat fruit?" "Rarely," I replied. "He's more of a meat and potatoes kind of guy. Why do you ask?" "Guys who don't eat fruit, especially things like pineapple, grapes, watermelons and other sweet and succulent fruits inevitably have horrible tasting sperm. We've found that if fed a constant diet of fruit, a man's sperm will acquire a sweet taste, or at the very least, a much less repugnant flavor." "And why should that be of any interest to me? I told you I don't enjoy drinking his sperm." "Because it tastes like shit. If his sperm tasted better you wouldn't mind it so much, or maybe not at all." "Maybe," I replied doubtfully. "But the whole idea of giving blowjobs and having him shoot off in my mouth really doesn't appeal to me very much." This admission brought a groan from everyone. "Listen to me, Lydia," Sharise said. "You've been complaining lately how lonely you've been because Nathaniel is away most of the time. Well, did you ever think that maybe he's not too happy with the fact that you don't like giving him oral sex? Most men I know love a good blowjob and even more so when the women gulps down his load. Your refusal to pleasure him like that could be the reason he's not at home so much. Maybe he's found someone else to give him that pleasure." "Come on, Sharise!" Ann exclaimed. "Now you're implying that he's being unfaithful to her." "Well, maybe he is. I know lots of guys who have left their wives for far less." "What do you think, Lydia?" Charlize asked me. "Nat was here recently. Did he seem distant to you? Did he even try to make love to you?" Her inquiry could not have been more unwelcome. She had hit upon a subject that I had refused to acknowledge for a very long time. Nathaniel had indeed acted rather cool toward me and he had not bothered to initiate intercourse despite my best efforts to get him to do so. Was his aloofness to be blamed on the fact that I would not engage in oral sex with him? Could fellatio be that important to a man? Was drinking a man's sperm so important a thing that the reluctance to perform the act could cause my husband to lose interest in me? "No," I replied, looking down at my hands. "Not once during the entire week he was here." Dorothy whistled loudly through her teeth. "You've got a problem sweetie. He was gone for what...a month? A man who's been away from his wife for that long...well, he should've been tearing your clothes off as soon as he got in the door." "You're assuming he's acting distant because she won't suck him off," Yumi said to Dorothy. "It might be something else entirely." "No," I said to Yumi. "I think Dorothy is right. Over the past year he's been avoiding being intimate with me. And on the rare occasion we do have sex it's over with in ten minutes. I usually end up jerking him off." "Does he ever ask you to blow him?" Katie asked. "Not anymore. He used to ask me all the time but I guess he's either too ashamed or embarrassed to ask for it now." "Because he knows how much you hate it." "Maybe." "Or maybe he didn't want to hurt your feelings," Grace said. Again the room fell momentarily quiet. At this point I should have felt upset by their intrusive comments, but I found instead that their insights forced me to admit to myself that I had been living in denial for years in regards to my marriage. The truth was, my marriage was in jeopardy and had been for some time. "We've known each other now for quite a long while," Millie said to me. "Can I ask you...and be honest...does your husband enjoy going down on you?" "He used to," I replied softly. "But that was years ago." "I'll let you in on a little secret, Lydia. The art of giving a man a blowjob followed up by swallowing his entire cum load is one of the most powerfully satisfying things a woman can do for a man. And the sublime satisfaction a woman gets from getting a guy off this way is incredible. The power to control a cock with your hands and mouth so that you literally drive a man to the point of mindless ecstasy is one of the greatest feelings you will ever experience. I can't begin to tell you how absolutely wonderful it is to have such power over a man." As she continued to speak her voice became more and more animated. She told me how there was a network of semen lover's "clubs" throughout the country, women-only organizations that catered to those who loved to drink sperm. She explained that there were hundreds of secret venues that catered to this particular fetish, and that young men between the ages of 18 and 30 were selected on the basis of their good looks and fitness of body to offer their stores of abundant spunk to the anxiously waiting mouths of these dominant, cum-starved women. But their favorite pastime was to abduct innocent young guys from college campuses or neighborhood bars and then bring them to some remote locale to feast on their cocks and balls until there was not a drop of semen left inside their bodies. Some of my friends' husbands knew about their fetish; others did not. But it was made very clear that I was honor-bound to keep their secret, and that if I should fail in this that I would be forever ostracized from their company. Drinking sperm was very important to these women and I was left with the impression that they would do anything to keep their perversion secret. "Are you telling me that all of you just go around herding up guys to suck off whenever the mood strikes you?" I asked Millie. "That's really all it is," she replied with a wide grin. "Every so many months we go on a 'quest'—that's what we call it—to hunt men. In fact, we have a quest coming up next weekend at one of the local colleges if you'd like to join us." "And do what, exactly?" Semen Hunters "Well, you could play the role of the seductress," she said coyly. "That's a great idea!" Grace exclaimed, almost jumping out of her seat. "She'd be perfect!" "You want me to seduce a bunch of college students?" "You'd be a natural, Lydia!" Katie said. "Look at you. You're a beautiful, tall brunette with long hair and huge brown eyes. You'd have those guys eating out of your hand!" I actually entertained the thought for a moment but I really couldn't see myself in the role of a thirty-year-old cougar getting her kicks from prowling the campus for man meat. It just wasn't me. "I'm sorry," I said. "I'll have to pass." "You do realize that this is a joint enterprise," Dorothy said. "You wouldn't have to do it alone." I smiled. "I suppose if I loved ball juice as much as you I'd be excited to do it," I replied. "But I'm not. I just don't share your appetite for cum." "But what about the thrill?" Charlize asked. "It's exciting to ensnare these innocent young guys. It's like a being a jungle cat closing in on your prey. Once we've trapped him you can sit back and watch what we do. You don't have to swallow any sperm if you don't want to." "It all sounds so terribly predatory," I said. "Not to mention immoral." "It's a harmless fetish," Ann replied. "That's all it is. We never hurt them. We just use them and then let them go." "You use their bodies against their will," I said firmly. "I'd call that immoral." "Well, we don't force everyone," Sharise noted, trying to sound diplomatic. "Sometimes guys come to us willingly." "Come on, Lydia," Millie said. "It'll be a lot of fun. I promise you." I shook my head. "I don't know. I'll have to think about it." Around 7:00 p.m. we all sat down to dinner. Millie had prepared an excellent repast of broiled haddock and asparagus sautéed in garlic and oil. My friends and I talked of many things, our past romances, the state of the economy, the wobbly condition of the current educational system, and other timely topics. A few hours later I found myself in a heated debate with Katie, who insisted that bigger cocks produced far more sperm than their smaller counterparts. "There is absolutely no scientific evidence to support your claim," I told her. "I've seen some smallish penises shoot out some of the biggest loads." "In the porn movies?" she said disparagingly. "They're all fake." "No, in real life. I had many boyfriends before Nathaniel came along and quite a few of them had small to average-sized cocks. I can tell you from first-hand experience that those little dicks produced some serious amounts of jizz." "Well maybe they were freaks of some kind because I've never seen a little cock produce more than just a few measly squirts." Ann laughed loudly. "There you go again, Katie! Always blaming the dick and not your lack of adequate hand skills!" "Oh, shut up, Ann!" Katie replied. "You wouldn't know what to do with a nice, big, fat cock if it stared you in the face!" "I'd point it in your direction and jack if off in your big mouth!" For a moment I thought the two women were going to have an argument, but Katie just laughed and stood with her mouth open, sliding her index finger in and out rapidly. "Incoming! Incoming!" she shouted as she pretended to suck on an imaginary cock. Of all the women in our group Katie was the most juvenile. Maybe being the youngest among us had something to do with it. She was a free spirit, demanding, tactile, seeking thrills wherever she could find them. It had been no surprise to me to learn that she was a swinger and a glory hole devotee. Marriage and parenthood had only heightened rather than diminished her capacity for sexual deviance. Her husband, a thrill seeker himself and a man who enjoyed watching his wife having sex with other men, encouraged her deviant behavior, often acting as her pimp when they had occasion to visit the more squalid areas of Manhattan. It was a lifestyle that both intrigued and repulsed me at the same time. The idea of squatting in front of some filthy wall with an anonymous cock sticking out of a hole did not fascinate me in the least, let alone sucking that same cock until it unloaded its vicious hot juice into your mouth. But a thrill seeker will perpetually be on the lookout for new and more outrageous sensations wherever they could find them, and Katie embodied that spirit to an inordinate degree. "I think we should all be heading over to Charlize's house about now," my deviant friend suddenly announced. "What's going on over there?" I asked her. "Oh, that's right, you don't know. There's this big-dicked guy waiting for us to drain his nuts for him, and I have first dibs." "What she means is that I've got a 19-year-old kid who's been living in my cellar for the past three days on a diet of fresh fruit and a potent aphrodisiac," Charlize said. "He's got a cock the size of a kielbasa—well, maybe not that big. But Katie's first on the list to sample his load. Wait until you see him. He's gorgeous." "That's right," Katie replied. "I'm first. Don't you girls forget that!" "Relax, Katie," Ann said, as if trying to calm a child. "We all know it's your turn to go first." "Is he there voluntarily?" I asked Charlize. "No, we had to drug him. But I assure you he hasn't been hurt." "What if he goes to the police?" "We own the police sweetie," she replied, with uncompromising certitude. "The state serves the needs of its masters, and we control just about everything—including the cops." I had no doubt that what she said was true. The ruling class did indeed operate independently and with impunity beyond the normal parameters of the social justice system. And they had done so for centuries. Now that I was within their ranks, I had been made constantly aware of it. "You haven't hurt him in any way I hope," I said to her. "No, no, no," she replied dismissively. "We're not sadists after all." Millie invited me to go along with them. I was going to refuse but she convinced me that it would be a fun and entertaining evening that would also serve to indoctrinate me into their fetishistic world in a non-participatory way, leaving me free to observe without actually partaking of its dubious delights. I was also curious to see just what was so fascinating about this compulsion to swallow sperm. "Okay," I said to my host. "I'll come along." "Great!" she replied. "I'll drive you over in my car. Charlize only lives a few miles from here." It was now almost midnight and I was already feeling a distinct sense of anxiety as I accompanied my friend to her waiting limo. ************ The Templeton estate was situated high on a promontory overlooking Long Island Sound, buttressed on its northern side by a sprawling twenty-five acre primeval forest that itself was encompassed within a vast ring of electrified fences complete with surveillance cameras every tenth of a mile. The estate had been built in the late nineteenth century by a wealthy banker to serve as his family's summer abode and had been subsequently occupied by a variety of well-to-do personages over the next century. Charlize's husband, Alfred Templeton, a wealthy business magnate who had died nine years ago at the young age of thirty-three in a plane crash while visiting Paris, had left his survivors with over a hundred million dollars in cash and fixed assets. His death, accompanied by the demise of over seventy-five other elites who had occupied the doomed flight with him, had never been fully explained by the Parisian authorities. The French aircraft investigation organization, the Bureau d'Enquêtes et d'Analyses, recorded that the plane, an Air France 444 jetliner, had plunged into the Atlantic Ocean only minutes after its departure and that the airplane's black box had never been retrieved. The surreptitious nature of the investigation by French authorities and by the Civil Aeronautics Board in the US had left Charlize desperate for answers. Nine years later and after much concerted effort, she still was in the dark as to the real cause of the tragedy. The mansion itself was an imposing structure, a twenty-three room edifice decorated in traditional, elegant Gregorian style with elements of rustic and cottage decor. Even in the dark I could see this house was built to impress and intimidate others by its sheer size and architectural beauty. But Charlize did not lead us into the house. Instead she directed us toward an adjoining edifice; a two-story building that had once served as the servant's quarters but had long since become an artist's studio where she could paint for hours on end while looking out over the ocean. "This is my home, really," Charlize said to us as we entered the house. "I spend most of my time here drawing and painting. I never really liked the mansion. It's so cold and informal. I like the intimacy of this place much better." I had to admit that she was quite a good artist. Everywhere you looked there were either finished paintings or paintings that had remained half-completed on her easel. Many of these oil and pastel masterpieces adorned the walls, drawing all kinds of compliments from myself and the other girls. As she led us up to the second floor I saw that the staircase wall was full of awards of all kinds, attesting to her great skill as an artist. "You have quite a talent," I told her. "I'm impressed." "Oh, most of what you see is old," she replied almost self-effacingly. "I'm into post-modern art now." As we reached the top of the staircase, Charlize suddenly stopped. "Jeffrey!" she called out. "We're here!" "Who is Jeffrey?" I asked her. "Our boy toy!" she giggled. "You're going to want to eat him alive!" She said this with such gushing enthusiasm that I almost laughed aloud. "I hope you're ready for us Jeffrey, because we're ready for you!" The second floor was actually comprised of a series of rooms, seven in all, that for all intents and purposes functioned exactly like a more modest dwelling. It had a kitchen, a parlor and dining room, a full bath, and three bedrooms, all furnished in modern décor. The only difference was that there was an additional adornment not normally associated with the standard furnishings one might find in a living room. This adornment took the form of a large mechanical restraining device bolted into the wall on the opposite side of the room. But the truly exemplary feature of this device was in what it contained: an astonishingly handsome and superbly built naked man. "Well hello darling!" Charlize cooed as she walked up to the frightened boy and slapped him playfully on the cheek. "I see the maids have you secured nice and tight." She checked the steel chains that held his hands and feet. "I hope you're not too uncomfortable." "He's just a kid," Millie said, looking over his muscular six-foot frame with unconcealed delight. "Nineteen years old and raring to go. Aren't you Jeffrey?" "What are you going to do to me?" he asked apprehensively. "We're going to drain your balls of every ounce of sperm, baby." "Not with that thing on," Katie observed, pointing to the silicon device attached to his penis. "Oh, yes!" Charlize laughed. "We have to take this cock cage off him now or we won't be able to have any fun." "Please let me go," he said, pulling at his chains. "After we're done with you," Charlize said as she removed the chastity device and flung it aside. "I have to admit that you have a knack for finding the choicest prime beef around," Sharise said to Charlize. "I'll bet he tastes great." As she said this she smacked her lips and ran her hands over Jeffrey's nether regions, causing him to moan softly. "Oh yeah!" Ann exclaimed. "He likes that all right!" "How long has he been tied up like this?" Dorothy asked Charlize. "Not long," Charlize replied. "I had my servants put him in the restrainer before they left about a half hour ago. Do you see this?" She tugged gently on a black metal collar around his neck. "This is called an obedience collar. It operates on infrared. If he gets out of hand all I have to do is press this little button on my keychain." Jeffrey's eyes opened wide when he saw her press her finger on the tiny black button. The device emitted no sound, only a tiny red light on the side of the unit indicated that it was working. For an instant Jeffrey's body was wracked with pain. And then it was over. "The infrared signal triggers the sensor chip embedded in the collar causing the nerves throughout the body to burn as if they're on fire," Charlize explained. "I thought you said you weren't a sadist," I remarked. "I'm not. But wouldn't you want some kind of protection against a beautiful hulk like him?" She turned to Jeffrey. "I'm sorry, gorgeous," she said as she put the device back in her pocket. "That was a warning. If you don't do exactly as you're told you'll get more of that. Obey and I'll let you go in a few hours." "I'll make sure all of you go to jail," the boy muttered. "I don't think so," Charlize replied, giving his scrotum a gentle squeeze. "Like you, we have the police by the balls." Jeffrey watched us intently as we took our time examining his lovely physique. "He's got a nice prick," Grace noted. "It's kind of small though." Charlize laughed. "Not for long. He's got three day's worth of that EJAX drug in his body. I assure you his cock, and his balls, are going to get a lot bigger." "Where did you ever get your hands on that stuff?" I asked her. "I thought you needed a prescription." "The woman who invented the drug is an old friend of mine. I told her I needed some and she sent it to me—no questions asked." "Nice friend." "Charlize always gets what she wants, Lydia," Yumi said. "Never forget that." "It's one of the advantages of being disgustingly rich," Charlize replied, running her hands over Jeffrey's upper body. It didn't take long for the EJAX drug to take effect. I sat and watched as my friends caressed, kissed, and sucked almost every part of Jeffrey's anatomy, paying special attention to his cock and balls, both of which had grown to an abnormally large size within minutes, and right in front of my eyes. "His damn thing has got to be over a foot long!" I exclaimed, as Katie's voracious mouth closed over the tip of Jeffrey's engorged tool. "And his testicles too! They're fucking huge!" "That's what EJAX does to a man," Millie said. "The drug not only increases sperm production, but it also increases the actual physical dimensions of the genitals. Pretty cool huh?" She looked down appreciatively at the splendid rock-hard specimen and smiled as Katie's head rapidly bobbed up and down on the sperm-swollen shaft. His hands and feet fastened so that he could not employ his limbs in any protective way, and always at the mercy of the terrible pain collar, Jeffrey had to endure the assault upon his body with the greatest reluctance. It was bad enough that he had to be physically restrained in this way, but to have his sexual organs at the mercy of some unknown drug was even worse. Several times he implored the women to let him go but they completely ignored him, their only aim being to fulfill their desire for his sweet-tasting sperm. I could tell that the guy was enjoying the blowjob he was getting despite the discomfort of being at their mercy. And I learned from Charlize that the EJAX drug was capable of producing the most prodigious and pleasurable orgasms that a man could ever experience, even when his body was not under his direct control. In fact, she said, it was this act of submission to a woman that many men discovered, often for the first time in their lives, the most intense sexual feelings they would ever experience. Looking at the pained expression on Jeffrey's face seemed to belie her assertions, but it wasn't long before Katie's unrelenting blowjob had him moaning with pleasure. "It won't be long now, Katie," Ann said, as she drove her long tongue in and out of his mouth. Katie took the huge meat stick out of her mouth momentarily to catch a few breaths. "I can feel his balls filling up," she said, as if delivering a status report. "This one is going to be a real gusher!" "Swallow it all, darling," Millie said, as she caressed Katie's golden hair. "But leave some for the rest of us." Katie giggled but wasted no time in getting back to work on Jeffrey's glistening prick, which was now dripping with copious strands of pre-cum. The girls cheered her on as her little mouth absorbed almost the entire length of his huge dick. I was amazed to see how diligently she applied herself to the task of bringing him off. But it was obvious to me that all the years she had spent kneeling in front of various glory holes sucking off hundreds of cocks had provided her with superior oral sex skills that I had never been aware of before. It wasn't just a matter of sucking a cock, but rather the unique and inventive ways in which she used her mouth and tongue to drive him to the heights of ecstasy. I found myself admiring her technique and feeling a little jealous that the youngest of our group was also the most experienced—at least when it came to giving superlative blowjobs. "Holy shit!" Jeffrey cried. "I'm going to shoot my load!" "Do it, Katie!" Charlize said. "Make him cum!" The handsome young man thrust his lower body forward in a most violent fashion as he was overcome with the urge to ejaculate. Katie, spurred on by his words, grabbed his shaft and stroked it up and down very fast, her mouth wide open and ready to receive his rich cream. "Fuck!" Jeffrey swore, as the blonde woman's hand forced out a violent explosion of hot spunk. The first shots landed squarely in her mouth and she swallowed his thick load greedily. Subsequent bursts proved too much for her little mouth to absorb, so she let the sperm splash into her face and hair, with some of the ejaculate finding its way onto the dresses of both Yumi and Ann. "Christ!" Millie exclaimed. "Look at all that lovely fucking juice! Katie was drinking down as much sperm as she could, amazed at the enormous amount of semen that kept shooting out of Jeffrey's tortured cock. Unlike Charlize and Millie, I had never seen the EJAX drug at work, although I had known about it and had even read some reports in the magazines claiming it to be a "miracle" drug to help end male infertility. To actually witness its effectiveness first-hand was something else however. It was indeed true that a man's genitals did actually increase in size to a measurable degree, with a concomitant increase in sperm production and volume. What I was watching now would have been considered physiologically impossible by any medical standards only a few short years ago. But the seemingly unending series of powerful ejaculations, some of which flew across the room up to distances of ten or more feet, were a testament to the drug's efficacy. I could only shake my head in wonder and amusement as the abundant volleys of sperm continued to relentlessly assail Katie's mouth. It was now over a minute and Jeffrey was still ejaculating. His face was contorted with both pleasure and disbelief at what must have seemed incomprehensible to his young, immature mind. My friends reacted with joy as they coaxed and wooed him throughout his long and mindless orgasm, uttering a barrage of filthy and disgusting sexual slurs in an effort to force every drop of cum out of his heavy and enormously swollen balls. "You're our little bitch, aren't you?" Yumi said to Jeffrey, as she grabbed both his ass cheeks in her hands. "Yes, miss!" he rasped between clenched teeth, as yet another huge rope of hot seed sailed over Katie's head and onto the floor several feet away. "I love to watch those big fucking loads of yours shoot out!" she laughed as she continued to rub her hands over his ass, slapping him occasionally. Semen Hunters "How are we doing swallowing all that creamy jizz, Katie?" Grace asked. Her mouth full of semen and her face now completely awash in Jeffrey's sticky paste, Katie could only laugh before gulping down the entire mass. "All down!" she said, grinning happily. Jeffrey continued to fire off a few more rounds, and then his prick, now devoid of ammunition, suddenly grew semi-erect. Katie released her grip and stood up triumphantly. "God, that was good!" she said. "It was like eating a bowl of strawberries and cream!" "I told you that a diet heavy on fruit makes the sperm palatable," Millie said to me. "I'm totally shocked," was all I could say in response. Katie headed for the bathroom to clean up, while Jeffrey was given some water, yet more fruit, and a little time to rest. His body was bathed in sweat. "Look, you ladies have had your fun. Now let me go," he said to Charlize. "I told you, Jeffrey," she replied casually, "we'll let you go after all of us have had a chance to drink some of your delicious cum—not before." "You expect me to cum again after that?" he insisted. "Of course. You've got the EJAX drug working inside you now. You're good for at least another few gallons." This made everyone laugh, including Jeffrey himself. But I could see that despite the fact that he had just performed the most intense sexual feat of his life, he was still angry at being at the mercy of my friends. After a few minutes' rest, and with Katie now cleaned up and ready to participate once again, Dorothy began fondling Jeffrey's cock while Sharise massaged his absurdly huge testicles, their simultaneous actions forcing the young man to achieve another immense erection. Admiring his now splendid and rigid specimen, Millie gave Jeffrey a deep kiss and then stuck her tongue deep in his mouth. "I really love this big fucking dick of yours, Jeffrey," she said lazily. "I'm going to fuck you right now and then you're going to shoot all that luscious jizz in my mouth." "Yeah, go for it, Millie!" Dorothy smiled, as she gave the boy's erection one last tug. Jeffrey looked on in helpless wonder as the patrician beauty lifted up her skirt to reveal that she had no panties on. She backed herself up against him, raising her ass high into the air as both Dorothy and Sharise guided his foot-long cock into her steaming pussy. "Oh, fuck that feels good!" Millie exclaimed, as Jeffrey's penis slipped effortlessly into her. "Fuck her good, you son of a bitch!" Charlize screamed at the young man as his captors laughed and cajoled him mercilessly. It didn't take very long for Millie to achieve release. Within a few minutes she was moaning in utter pleasure as her body was wracked with multiple orgasms. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as the huge piston drilling inside her cunt forced her to cum over and over again. "Keep fucking me!" Jeffrey, now coming close to achieving orgasm himself, continued to fuck the older woman with all his might as her screams of lust echoed throughout the room. "Keep going! Keep going!" The other women urged Jeffrey on, shouting obscenities at him while performing lurid and vulgar gestures meant to stimulate his already over-stimulated libido. "Shove that big fucking cock of yours deep in her pussy!" Ann said as she stood next to him, watching every motion of his cock driving in and out of Millie's climaxing cunt. "Make her pussy explode!" There was no doubt in my mind that Jeffrey had absolutely no control over his actions. His mind and body had not only been usurped by the effects of the incredibly powerful EJAX drug, but by the continual provocation and sexual stimulation of the women themselves. I had never seen such predatory instincts displayed by a member of my own sex. It all seemed surreal to me, and in ways that I found both repellent yet sexually enervating. I couldn't take my eyes off the scene, and even found myself offering a few obscene comments of my own. At last, when Millie could no longer withstand the powerful sensations of her own pleasure, she fell to her knees before him and begged him to shower her with his seed. Jeffrey was more than ready to oblige. Encouraging both Dorothy and Sharise to join her, both women got on their knees on either side of Millie and looked up into Jeffrey's face, enticing him to cum with their foul language. "I'm ready for some of that hot spunk, Jeffrey!" Dorothy teased. Sharise gently played with his heaving scrotum, fondling it with her long red nails. "Come on boy! Whack that thing off and give us all that you got!" It took only a few seconds after that last provocation to get Jeffrey to ejaculate. His right hand working feverishly up and down the rigid terrain of his pole, he screamed loudly as his prick exploded in their faces. I was standing off to one side, out of harm's way. The last thing I needed was for my dress, or any other part of me, to get splattered. The others chided me for my lack of boldness but I was still trying to come to grips with what I could only term a deviant sexual eccentricity, and I felt no obligation to take a more active role. Instead, I offered what little vulgarities I could to help contribute to the overall lasciviousness of the spectacle. A long strand of rich boy cream shot out of Jeffry's turgid prick and sailed completely over the trio's heads, splashing into an unfinished pen and ink portrait of some young girl that rested on an easel by the nearest window several feet away. "In our mouths, Jeffrey! In our mouths!" Millie screamed in dismay, disappointed that she had failed to anticipate the extraordinarily robust cum blast. Pointing his cock downward and only inches from their faces, he stroked his penis furiously, energized by the potent drug working within him. Suddenly his tool began spitting out huge ropes of white-hot jizz; stream after stream of which shot directly into Millie's gaping mouth and those of her two friends. The amount of semen being ejaculated was truly incredible. If I had not witnessed it myself, I would have never believed it possible that one man's scrotum could hold such vast amounts of sperm. As one volley ended, another quickly began, such that there was no intermission whatsoever in the ongoing assault upon the three women's faces, which were now completely saturated with Jeffrey's sticky spunk. The other women standing around watching the lustful ablution laughed and cheered their friends on wildly, and I found myself equally caught up with their enthusiasm. Dorothy's face was totally saturated with sperm, creating a facial mask that prohibited her from opening her eyes, even though her mouth remained wide open to catch as much semen as she could. Sharise's face took on a completely new complexion; her light brown skin now covered over in a thick patina of white cream that resembled a chocolate cake with white frosting. Millie's face, hair, and neck were awash in a sea of glutinous spunk, but oddly enough her eyes had been spared, allowing her to watch with delight as every one of Jeffrey's ejaculations found its target on her face or those of the other two women. "Bloody fucking hell!" Grace exclaimed, as one particularly robust explosion of spunk shot up high into the air and shot past her left cheek, missing her by inches. At first, astonished by what I was witnessing, I soon became reduced to joining my friends in their unbridled gaiety as the sperm continued to be jettisoned out of Jeffrey's cock without abatement. His drug-enhanced performance became nothing more than a sexual freak show, where every successive outburst of semen strained the credulity of the observer, provoking wild laughter at our inability to explain logically the fantastic sight enacted right before our very eyes. Judging by the amount of semen all three women were gulping down at a steady rate, and the expressions of joy at the thought of receiving yet another voluminous load to swallow, Jeffrey's sperm must have tasted like ice cream. "Look at all that fucking jizz!" Ann laughed as she slapped Jeffrey's ass hard. "Keep fucking their faces you little bitch. More! More!" Jeffrey complied by sending yet another series of creamy jets of sperm into the mouths of all three women, who gulped down as much of his offering as they could while their faces continued to be besieged by the overwhelming onslaught of cum. The young man's orgasm lasted for almost three minutes, and during that time he had succeeded in producing what I had to believe was close to a gallon of spunk, most of which had ended up in the stomachs of my three friends. Even after his orgasm had ended, the three recipients continued to lick the cum of off each other's faces, purring with satisfaction as they savored every drop of the slimy goo until not a trace of sperm was left. Jeffrey hung from his chains like a limp rag doll, completely spent. "I can't do this anymore!" he wailed. "You're killing me!" His plea sounded genuine but the women only laughed and dismissed it as just another feeble complaint. "Oh relax, Jeffrey!" Charlize said. "We're just going to use you one more time and then we'll let you go." "No, not again! Please!" "There are still a few of us who want to drink your sperm. Once they're satisfied you can leave. Now stop the whining!" He tugged ineffectually at his chains but said nothing more. A half hour passed in which Jeffrey was given more fruit and some water to drink. I felt bad for the boy but it seemed that some part of him was enjoying all the attention and the pleasure he was receiving. I think the thought of him being restrained and dominated actually heightened his enjoyment. I had to admit that he was a gorgeous specimen of a man. And watching him shoot off into the faces of Millie and the others did have a quite an impact upon me. Maybe giving his sperm a taste might not be such a horrible thing after all, I pondered. But I dismissed the thought as soon as it had entered my mind. It was now time for Jeffrey to once again perform for his mistresses. Not wasting any time, Charlize removed her blouse and bra revealing her enormous double-D breasts and shoved them into Jeffrey's waiting face. "Suck on these you fuck!" she said as his face disappeared between her twin mountains of flesh. "Oh, yes! Mommy loves having her big hard nipples sucked by her little boy!" While Jeffrey's mouth was thus engaged, Yumi, Ann, and Grace began stimulating his genitals. Their three pairs of hands caressed and stroked every inch of his lower body, and within minutes he was once again sporting an enormous erection. I had taken this opportunity to sit down and watch the spectacle unfold before me. I made certain to position my chair directly to one side of the boy in order to prevent myself from being inundated by his far-reaching spunk. When Charlize saw me sitting halfway across the room she chuckled. "What's the matter, Lydia? Not afraid of a little sperm, are you?" "This is a $6,000 Gucci dress. I don't want it soiled." "Oh for fuck's sake!" Ann said, interrupting her handjob to look at me. "Stop being such a prissy little shit and get your ass over here. You might like it." "No thanks. I'll pass." Dorothy shook her head at me. "Why don't you give it a try?" "Not today," I said emphatically. "You're going to have to suck cock and swallow some cum eventually if you want to stay in the club." "Let it go, Dorothy," Charlize said, her voice dripping with pleasure at having her nipples so expertly sucked on. "Lydia will come around sooner or later." "Suit yourself," Dorothy said to me. "But you don't know what you're missing." Although I was intrigued at what I was seeing, I was in no way prepared to do more than simply observe. I had never thought of myself as a voyeur, but I was finding a great deal of enjoyment in watching my friends use this man's body in such a wantonly sexual way. But despite being sexually turned on, I was not yet ready to participate. Jeffrey was now primed and ready to deliver his final performance. This time I was asked to jerk him off into the mouths and faces of Charlize, Yumi, Ann, and Grace. I hesitated. "You're not doing anything else," Millie said to me in a desultory way. "The least you could do is pretend like you're part of the club." "Yeah, come on, Lydia!" Sharise said, as her hands played over Jeffrey's chest. "Get your ass over here and give this guy a hand." I noticed that Charlize said nothing. She merely looked at me and smiled wanly. I considered the matter for several seconds. "Oh, all right!" I replied. "I'll jerk the guy off if it makes you all happy." "All right!" Dorothy exclaimed. "It's about fucking time!" "I don't know how you can't be getting horny after what you've seen," Katie said to me. "Every time I go the glory hole my pussy always gets fucking wet." Perturbed, I looked her in the eye and snarled. "Let's face it, Katie. You're a damned whore!" Incredibly, she took it as a compliment. "Why, thank you, Lydia!" she smiled. "Thanks very nice of you!" I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to Jeffrey who, now freed from sucking on Charlize's nipples, watched me with increasing interest. The four women now positioned themselves on their knees in front of his monstrous cock, eager to sample his ball juice. I took his slick pole in my left hand while resting my right hand on my waist and began to casually masturbate him. "That feels so good!" he said, watching my hand glide effortlessly up and down his cock. "And I feel like I'm jerking a big tube steak!" I laughed. I saw him stare at my diamond wedding ring and I immediately thought of my husband, and what he would think of my depraved behavior. But with the encouragement of the other women, I kept fisting his big tool with ever-increasing speed, looking forward to feeling his cock pulse with the first rush of orgasm. Suddenly his scrotum once again started to swell to enormous proportions, and I could tell he was now fully primed and ready to cum. "Let it out baby," I said to him. "I want to watch you splash all that nasty hot semen in these fucking bitches' faces!" "Oh, God! Yes!" he cried. Seeing he was about to explode, I began to jerk him off violently, hoping to provoke an exemplary ejaculation. It worked. The first to experience the brunt of the tidal wave was Charlize herself, who, with her huge tits lifted up under her chin, received a giant wad of molten lust directly down her throat. She gulped it down quickly, ravenously, her tongue searching for any sperm that missed her mouth. The second shot was shared by both Ann and Yumi, who fought each other to get the most of Jeffrey's semen down their throats. And then it was Grace's turn. With wide open mouth and her tongue hanging out, Jeffrey delivered a thick and creamy cum blast that filled her maw to the brim. She swallowed what she could before a second wad struck her square in the face, the force of which sent little globules of sperm dancing in the air. "Love it! Love it!" she cried, as her hands cupped up any remaining sperm, which she then deposited into her mouth. "Keep pumping that dick, Lydia!" Charlize said, as a huge jet of cum sailed high up into the air and landed on the chair where I had been sitting. "Talk about a long shot!" Katie squealed, watching intently from the sidelines. I was amazed at the distance his sperm had travelled. It was an easy twelve feet away. "Aren't you glad you weren't still sitting there?" Millie said to me. "You would've gotten soaked!" I was indeed glad that my dress had been spared the despoilment, but I still had to be careful to avoid getting any cum on me from masturbating him. Although I stood as far off to one side as I could, he had a tendency to sometime produce ejaculations of such ferocity that I wasn't sure where the stuff would land. Another burst of heavy white cream issued from Jeffrey's tortured loins, this time it found its mark in the lovely smiling face of Yumi. It was a very long string of ejaculate that careened into her mouth with aggravated fury, the effect of the powerful EJAX drug that now held the young man under its control. With every ejaculation I could feel his cock and balls rear back in my hand like a piece of heavy artillery; the slick white missiles of his lust shooting out with unrestrained vehemence into the array of smiling faces that were waiting patiently for their own big helping of fruit-sweetened, drug enhanced sperm. I had to admit that I did enjoy masturbating his ridiculously huge prick. I felt a sensation of total control over his orgasm; something which I had never felt with my husband. As the volleys of cum erupted over and over again from his long, hard tool, I felt a heady rush of power—a feeling that almost made me want to wrap my lips over his throbbing erection, so full of life and energy, and take a drink from its purple, pulsating head. Grace was now taking one load after another directly into her mouth and gulping down the sticky paste with glee. "I definitely can taste the pineapple!" she laughed between mouthfuls. "So fucking delicious!" Ann was next. I positioned Jeffrey's cock so that the head was only a half inch from her open mouth and watched in astonishment as stream after stream of sperm shot into it, disappearing with incredible alacrity down the woman's contracting throat. The other girls cheered her on, as if she was in some kind of competition to see which woman could swallow the most spunk. My left hand was now dripping with his sperm, but I kept jerking him off, never letting up the pace. There was so much of his cum covering my hands that my wedding ring was no longer visible. And still the sperm show continued. And it went on that way for almost five full minutes. By the time Jeffrey's cock stopped ejaculating, the floor beneath us was awash in his salty effluence and my hand was one gooey mess. Thankfully, my dress had been spared, but the faces of the four women were unrecognizable under a thick layer of sperm. "Holy fucking shit!" Charlize cried, looking up at me but barely able to open her eyes. "Look at me! Look at you!" "And look at all of you!" I replied, removing my dripping hand my Jeffrey's cock. "What a god damn mess!" Jeffrey was totally exhausted. He was sweating profusely and breathing so hard that he could barely speak. "Thank you," he muttered to me. "That was the best...the best handjob I ever had." "I enjoyed it, Jeffrey," I replied smiling at him. "It was the best handjob I ever gave." And I had meant every word. Without wasting any time, the other girls took advantage of sucking up the sperm that had ended up on their friend's faces. Some of even started swapping sperm with one another and playing with the long strands of jizz that dripped from their faces and fingers. When I motioned to go and wash my hands, Katie stopped me and took my sperm-soaked fingers into her mouth and sucked each one dry. "We can't let this stuff go to waste, Lydia. Shame on you!" I didn't know whether to take her seriously or not, but there was no doubt that she relished sperm as much as an epicure would relish a finely cooked meal. Jeffrey was allowed to shower and dress, after which he was released. He made no threat to go to the police because he knew that would have been a futile gesture. Instead, he did what he had always done: complain. Impatient with his timid threats, Charlize and Millie threw him out, laughing as they did so. "Thank you, Jeffrey!" Millie said as she closed the door behind him. "Don't call us, we'll call you!" "That wasn't very nice," I said to her. "After all, he did perform very well." "Yes, he did. But we're not going to let him know that." "Why not?"