0 comments/ 30633 views/ 12 favorites Spermator By: fmcchris "Triethylene X," the doctor began as she pointed to an image on the screen depicting a complex chemical structure, "is a neurotoxin that was developed by NATO and its allies several years ago to be used in war. It is an airborne toxin that causes severe neurological damage to all animal life. "Three months ago the chemical plant in Saudi Arabia that manufactures the toxin was ravaged by an earthquake, which resulted in the destruction of the steel container that housed the gas, thus releasing Triethylene X into the atmosphere. Fortunately, the reactive agent, "Forthesine," which is needed to make the toxin biologically active, was stored at a separate facility. If the two chemicals had been combined, we would have had a worldwide catastrophe on our hands. Suffice it to say, the introduction of Triethylene X into the atmosphere has resulted in secondary symptoms such as nausea, headache, fatigue, and dizziness being experienced by a significant part of the world population. However, a far more dangerous side effect, affecting only males, is the increased incidence of various sexual dysfunctions such as impotence, low sperm motility, failure to achieve or maintain an erection or ejaculation, and a marked physical lassitude accompanied by a general disinterestedness in sex. "Several weeks ago, my colleagues and I began work on synthesizing a drug to counteract the effects of Triethylene X, and we are now at the point where we are ready to test its efficacy on selected volunteers. We have chosen ten men, ranging in age from 18 to 55 years, to serve as test subjects for our experiment." At this point the doctor pressed a button on the remote control unit she held in her hand and a slide advanced to show an image of a different chemical structure. "This," she continued, "is the molecular composition of 'Spermator,' a drug I designed to eradicate Triethylene X from the body. As you can see, the atomic structure is quite complex, but capable of being replicated in any laboratory. We have already tested Spermator on rhesus monkeys with excellent results, and we are now ready to try the drug on our human hosts." The speaker, Dr. Diana DiAngelo, took a moment to take a sip of water from a glass that sat on the podium from behind which she had delivered her speech. She had been the senior Director of the University of Rome's medical laboratory for almost thirteen years and held advanced degrees in biology and genetics. She now stood before a small group of eleven other doctors—all women—whom she had called to attend the conference in the hopes that they would assist her in the upcoming experiment. She was a tall, elegant creature with lustrous auburn shoulder-length hair that framed a face of flawless beauty. Her blue eyes flashed whenever she became animated—as she often did when discussing subjects close to her heart. She had been a brilliant medical student and had achieved great notoriety for her work in biogenetics. Her eyes surveyed the faces of the women sitting around the table in front of her, letting her gaze linger momentarily on each woman in turn, assessing their reactions to her speech. First and foremost among them was Dr. Christiana Swensen, the brilliant inventor of the male fertility drug, "EJAX-472," and a woman who had served as her mentor for many years. Next to her sat Dr. Rebecca Hellstrom, Christiana's friend and colleague who had helped in the creation of the famous drug. There was Dr. Sheila Ford, the American geneticist who had once assisted Christiana during the EJAX experiments; Dr. Marion Cates, the distinguished British neurosurgeon who first discovered and mapped the synapses of the human brain; Dr. Francesca Cavalli, Diana's best friend and widely renowned for her innovative work in neurobiology; Dr. Juliette Desault of the Paris Institute of Medicine who developed the world's first completely safe oral contraceptive; Dr. Maria Ibanez, the famous Spanish pathologist who was one of the first women physicians to have discovered the connection between disease and altered mental states; Dr. Constance Schmidt, the celebrated German oncologist whose development of the molecular imaging scanner (MIS) replaced X-rays in the diagnosis of cancer; Dr. Abigail Wolff, the Australian anatomist who was the first to employ tissue transplantation in the restoration of the cellular lining of the lungs; Dr. Olga Rimorsky, the Russian biophysicist who helped to create a drug to cure the effects of radiation sickness; and Dr. Eva Gabor, a molecular biologist from Hungary whose many studies concerning the atomic structure of matter had elevated her to prominence in the world medical community. The sun's rays filtered through the windows, providing a gentle illumination as the women sat and discussed the ramifications of the information they had just received from their esteemed colleague. Diana now took her seat at the head of the table, inviting further discussion. "So, what do you think of all that?" she asked them, laying her glass on the table. "Personally, I think it sucks," said Sheila. "To think that these fucking men have once again abrogated both their reason and their morals to produce this shit is beyond my comprehension. It's everything we stood against from day one." "And that's exactly why you don't see one man on our team," Diana replied. "Notwithstanding the Sisterhood imperative, I was reluctant to include any male scientists because they might be in league with the bastards who invented this toxin. And we can't afford to let the cat out of the bag at this point." "Definitely not!" Rebecca agreed, her long blonde hair highlighted in the sun's rays. "We can't let any man know what we're doing here. Otherwise it might compromise the experiment." Christiana nodded. "No argument here. For all we know our male colleagues could have helped create Triethylene X, and the corporations who control and manufacture this poison would pose a serious threat to our project." "To them human life is negotiable," Francesca said flatly in her halting English. "All they care about is their profitto." "Well, they are not going to find out a damn thing," Diana assured her friend. "And the men we are using as our test subjects have all signed statements forbidding them to discuss the experiment with anyone." Olga leaned back in her chair, toying with her pen. "That's good, Diana. The last thing we need is to have the multinationals on our backs." "It's sick, isn't it?" Constance remarked with a sardonic grin. "Our goal is to help these innocent men recover their health while these corporate pricks, these purveyors of death, are seeking to destroy them. It's infuriating." "I agree it is disgusting," Maria said, sharing her colleague's disdain. "You would think scientists were enlightened enough not to be seduced by purely monetary considerations." "In an ideal world, maybe," Marion noted. "But the truth is, there will always be enough money to force someone to sell out." Eva laughed. "To the devil with them all!" "Yes!" Juliette agreed. "May they all rot in hell!" "Bloody hell!" Abigail exclaimed. "That's where those fucks belong!" Diana smiled complacently. "But since we cannot send them there, the next best thing is to beat them at their own game. Our first test will be conducted the day after tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. in medical lab A. Each man will be tested separately with all of us in attendance. I have also invited several dozen young girls—all interns here at the university—to observe and take notes. In addition, I took the opportunity to employ some of the local girls—prostitutes right here in Rome—to provide sexual services to the men to help encourage them to perform." "Prostitutes?" Marion inquired with some amusement. "Do you really think that's necessary?" "They're experts at what they do and they may come in handy." "How long have these guys been taking Spermator?" Christiana asked. "Two weeks," Diana replied. "And what have your recent blood tests revealed?" "A marked decrease in the level of toxicity for one thing, along with a slight improvement of sexual function in a few of the subjects." "Such as?" "An increase in sperm motility and improved blood flow to the penis." "That's most promising," Marion said. "I would like to examine your latest test results if I may." "Certainly, Marion," Diana said. "I'll have Francesca give you and everyone else copies of the lab work. I think you'll agree that Spermator is proving very effective." Juliette looked skeptical. "What about EJAX-472?" she said to Christiana. "Would it have any impact on the toxin?" "I've tried already and the result was negligible," Christiana replied. "EJAX is ineffectual in the presence of the toxin. Diana has already corroborated my findings." "And it doesn't share the same nucleotide sequence as Spermator, which was designed specifically to nullify Triethylene X in the bloodstream," Diana added. "Have any of the men experienced erections during the two weeks they've been taking Spermator?" Eva asked Diana. "Two men have, yes. And one guy actually shot off right in my hand when I was giving him a prostate exam yesterday." "Well! That's an encouraging sign!" Maria laughed. "It was! Especially since it was a really huge load! He must have spurted at least a dozen ropes of sperm all over my hands and arms. I won't lie to you girls—it was really exciting to watch!" "I'm sure it was," Sheila said, chuckling. "During the EJAX experiments I saw a bunch of guys cum like that and I can tell you that I had several orgasms just from watching them shoot those monstrous loads. I just love watching guys lose their juice!" The entire room erupted into gales of laughter. "A loving finger up the arsehole does it every time!" Abigail roared. The women traded jokes with each other for a few minutes, using their gay banter as a means of relieving the seriousness of the moment. But it was apparent that no amount of gaiety could camouflage the anxiety that permeated the room. "Good heavens, girls!" exclaimed Rebecca, her exuberant expression restored to its previous seriousness. "What are we going to do with the evil men who created this toxin? They're going to destroy the world if we don't stop them." "I suggest that we concentrate our efforts on getting our patients well again," Diana said. "Then we'll deal with those scumbags." ************ The following morning all the doctors assembled in medical lab A to discuss the results of the men's blood work and to meet the men themselves. Diana wanted the test subjects to feel comfortable in the presence of the doctors and believed introducing the men to them would go a long way in accomplishing that goal. The ten men arrived within minutes of each other, a look of hopeful expectation on their faces. They were escorted into the lab by one of Diana's assistants and told to sit on chairs prepared for them. After pleasantries had been exchanged, Diana took out her notebook and gave the doctors a brief history of each patient. "Daniel O'Brien," she began, "is eighteen years old from Ireland. He states that he has not had an erection for the past three months. Manuel Hernandez is from Cuba and is also eighteen years old. He claims to have lost his sex drive completely and no longer has morning erections. Socrates Katsoulous from Greece is nineteen years old and complains of experiencing a heavy feeling in his testicles at various times during the day. He has not ejaculated in two and a half months. Sven Hildegaard is from Denmark and is twenty-seven years old. He still achieves erections on an intermittent level but cannot ejaculate. Benjamin Wilkes is thirty-eight years old from England. He has no sensation in his genitals at all. Pierre LeBlanc from France is fifty years old and cannot achieve erection under any circumstances. Bill Travers from the United States is forty-three years of age and has not been able to maintain an erection for more than a minute since exposure to the toxin. Boris Stepanova from Russia is fifty-five years old and cannot ejaculate even though he can still achieve an erection. Antonio Longo is thirty-three years old from Italy and suffers from retrograde ejaculation. Rosario Bramante, also from Italy, is twenty-one years old and has not been able to achieve an erection for the past three months, although he did have several nocturnal emissions recently. "In each of these cases, severe compromise of the reproductive function has occurred shortly after exposure to Triethylene X. The symptoms vary slightly from subject to subject, but it is clearly evident that normal sexual functioning has been impaired, with all symptoms being concomitant with exposure to the toxin." Diana turned to face the test subjects. "Gentlemen," she said, "the doctors are acquainted with your medical profiles and the results of your latest blood tests. They have questions for you and I would like you to answer each question openly and honestly. Don't hold back any information. Shyness and timidity will only serve to delay our progress." She turned to Christiana. "Dr. Swensen, you may begin." Christiana looked up from her notes and rested her eyes on Daniel O'Brien. He was a sandy-haired, good-looking boy who bore a slight resemblance to Howdy Doody. "You say that you have been unable to get an erection for the past three months. Is that correct?" "Yes," he replied. "Under any circumstances?" "Yes." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Yes." "Did you ask her to stimulate you either manually or orally?" "She tried to give me a handjob a few times," he said with a smirk, "but my dick never got hard like it used to. She doesn't like oral sex." A few of the men chuckled upon hearing him use the vulgar term "dick," but the doctors remained unperturbed. "What about recently? Have you experienced even a partial erection since taking Spermator?" He thought a moment and then replied with some hesitancy. "I don't know if this counts, but last night I had a wet dream." Francesca looked puzzled. "Cosa vuoi dire con questo?" she asked Diana. "Wet dream?" "He had an orgasm in his sleep, Francesca," Diana explained. "Well, I think that's significant," Christiana said looking hopeful. "Don't you, Diana?" "Yes, that is most promising." Daniel grunted in satisfaction. "For a while there I thought my sex life was over." "I think the fact that you actually had an ejaculation is very encouraging indeed," Christiana said to the boy. "At least we know that the drug is working." The next boy to be interviewed was Manuel Hernandez—this time by Rebecca. "You claim to have no sex drive and no erections?" she asked him. "That's right," Manuel replied. "When was the last time you masturbated?" "Yesterday." "Any luck?" "Nope." Manuel was a very attractive young man with long black hair and large almond eyes. He seemed a bit uncomfortable talking about his problem, but this didn't stop Rebecca from suggesting some unorthodox treatment. "Would you be willing to be masturbated?" the blonde beauty asked. The boy looked surprised. "What do you mean? Right now?" "Yes, right now." "Well, I don't know," he stammered. "By who?" "By me." The other men laughed softly. "Let the pretty doctor beat you off Manny," Benjamin said. "We won't look." "No, you won't," Diana said. "I want you guys to all go into the next room. Manuel is nervous enough as it is without you watching him. Go." With some reluctance the men obeyed. Once the door had closed behind them Rebecca reached for a tube of lubricating cream. "Hey, look Christiana," she said, showing her friend the tube. "Diana is still using our famous extended masturbation cream that we used in the EJAX experiments." "I've never found a better cream for getting men to ejaculate," Diana said. "I can't tell you how many times we've used it to force even the most stubborn subjects to surrender their sperm to us." "I'm glad to hear it," Christiana said proudly. "I spent over two years developing that stuff." "Don't you think all this can wait until tomorrow?" Juliette asked Rebecca. "Relax, Juliette. I'm trying a little experiment here." She looked at Diana. "If you have no objection of course." "It's all right," Diana said. "I'm curious too." Rebecca smiled. "Come and stand in front of me, Manuel, and take your penis out for me." Manuel did as he was told and presently his flaccid prick was hanging in front of the doctor's face. Rebecca applied the cream to her hands and rubbed the lotion in her palms vigorously before taking his cock in both hands. The boy let out a soft moan of pleasure. "That feels so good, doctor," he said, catching his breath. "Sometimes a woman's touch can make all the difference," Rebecca giggled as she worked the lotion into his genital area with firm but loving attention. "Very true!" Constance said to Rebecca. "We all know that you are the best masturbatrix in the world. And if Spermator is working as it should, then your lovely hands can do the rest." "I'm not sure this is such a good idea," Abigail said. "We should wait for the target date. "What do you think, Christiana?" "What has the boy got to lose?" Christiana replied, her eyes focused on Rebecca's deftly moving fingers. "Nothing except his sperm," Rebecca laughed as she pulled on Manuel's semi-erect prick. The doctors watched intently as the boy's cock was forcibly milked by the blonde expert. Hand over hand she pulled on his organ with both grace and skill, the cream making lewd squishing sounds as she massaged the liquid into his stiffening shaft. "How big does your cock get anyway?" Rebecca asked him. "About nine inches," he replied, as he watched her hands glide effortlessly up and down his slowly expanding tool, stopping every now and then to rub his balls. "Let's see if we can get you there," she said, enjoying the tactile sensation of playing with both his penis and testicles. As Rebecca masturbated him, the other doctors adjusted their chairs so that they formed a semicircle around her and the boy. In order to create a less sterile environment, and in order to provoke the young man to ejaculate, all the women resorted to using slang when describing the male genitals, hoping their relaxed attitude would make Manuel relaxed as well. Some of the doctors commented openly about Manuel's cock and balls, and a few even reached out and stroked his scrotum and buttocks as Rebecca's unrelenting handjob finally produced the desired result. "Look at that!" she exclaimed, as she teased the head of the boy's now fully erect organ. "I think we have liftoff girls!" "And hopefully a big launch too!" Maria laughed. "I just love those big cum bursts!" Marion added. "You know where the guy shoots out those humongous loads that break up into all these creamy dots and dashes!" Francesca laughed. "I think we might see that today! Don't you think, Manuel?" Manuel shook his head numbly. He was too amazed at seeing his cock at full mast to offer a coherent reply. But he was even more startled at Rebecca's openly lustful attack upon his cock. He had never seen a woman react to his penis with such determination and a wanton desire to see him cum—especially not from a woman doctor. "I want to see this thing spit up," Rebecca said to the boy as she used both her hands to bring him off. "A really nice big load of hot cream is what we all want to see. Can you do that for us, Manuel?" "I...I think so, doctor," the boy gasped as the pleasure of being masturbated by such a beautiful woman rose to ever-increasing heights. "Good," she sang, teasing the underside of his glans with two fingers. "I've yet to meet a cock I couldn't make cum. And I'll bet you must have saved up about a half a gallon of grade-A sperm in those big balls of yours!" Spermator "It feels like that sometimes," he answered, his eyes focused intently on her pumping hands. It took about another five minutes of constant stimulation on his penis, but Rebecca's diligence was rewarded when Manuel's cock finally decided to respond. To her and her colleagues' great delight, his prick was now as solid as a rock and primed to ejaculate. It stood outward at an angle, proud and defiant in all its nine-inch glory. "You did it, doctor!" the boy cried as Rebecca's hands flew rapidly up and down over the length of his greasy shaft. "You're a magician, Rebecca!" Christiana laughed. Diana, sensing that the boy was coming close to ejaculation, asked Francesca to find a container to capture the semen so that it didn't soil the carpet. In the next room Francesca found a big glass beaker and placed it in front of Manuel's prick, waiting for the upcoming release of sperm. "Try to get it all in the container," she advised the boy. "Our cleaning bills are high enough as it is." Her comment made everyone laugh, including Manuel. "I think this boy is getting ready to give up his sperm to us ladies!" Rebecca squealed as she coaxed the cum out of his balls with her two strong hands. "I'm going to drain every drop of spunk from these big nuts of yours, Manuel. We all want to watch you shoot your hot cum for us!" Sensing he was near orgasm, Rebecca stroked his cock furiously with one hand while the other hand grasped his huge scrotum and squeezed gently. The other doctors leaned forward in their chairs, anxious to watch him ejaculate. As Francesca lowered the container in front of his cock, the boy preempted her, forcing his cock upward and away from the bowl. "Holy shit!" he cried as his bloated penis shot out a huge wad of semen that spurted high up into the air above Rebecca's head and flew across the room at lightning speed to land on a tray of medical instruments twenty feet away. "In the bowl!" Diana screamed to her friend. "Catch his cum in the bowl!" The doctors reacted with both surprise and delight as they watched Rebecca's constantly stroking hand provoke one giant cumshot after another, all of which now splashed safely into the container that Francesca deftly moved into position in front of the spurting prick. "I love it!" Rebecca shrieked as she watched the ropes of sperm fly out of Manuel's prick with each upward pull of her talented hand. "I get so excited watching a big dick give up its jizz. Keep shooting baby!" Manuel could do nothing but comply. The intense pleasure of being jerked off by the beautiful, blonde Swede was overpowering. But to finally experience an orgasm after months of not being able to do so was even more exciting. "Keep going!" he cried, as she violently masturbated him. "I'm still fucking coming!" Rebecca and her colleagues watched in amazement as Manuel's cock sent rope after rope of hot sperm into the bowl, causing them to react with cries of joy. "Bravo Diana!" Francesca shouted as she watched the bowl fill up with cum. "Bravo Rebecca!" "Look at all that sperm!" Constance roared. "Is everybody watching this?" Christiana had seen it all before and her reaction to Manuel's masturbation was one of detached amusement. She looked at Diana who was held spellbound by the vast amounts of semen that were being coaxed into the bowl by Rebecca's uncompromising handjob, and she smiled to herself. Now Diana would understand what she, Christiana, had known for a very long time: the immense satisfaction that comes from helping others by virtue of one' own hard work; for even though Rebecca was indeed a brilliant masturbatrix, the real credit had to go to Diana and her creation, Spermator. The boy continued to ejaculate for almost a full minute before his penis finally lost its erection. By the time he was finished ejaculating, the bowl was completely full of sperm. "Can you believe it?" Francesca exclaimed, holding the container high for all to see. "Look at all it all!" "That was fucking great!" Manuel cried, overjoyed at having been able to climax in such a dramatic way. He watched as Francesca passed the bowl around from doctor to doctor, each woman reacting with appreciation for his great effort. "Thank you, doctor," he said to Rebecca, who patted his cock gently and smiled. Her fingers were dripping with his sperm. "Don't mention it," she said to him as she got up and walked to the sink where she quickly washed and dried her hands. During the next hour the remainder of the men were interviewed, and five of them were masturbated by both Rebecca and Francesca with no results. It seemed as if Manuel was the only one who had recovered his sex drive. That evening Diana invited Christiana, Rebecca, and Francesca to dinner at her apartment in downtown Rome. After dinner the women discussed the failure of the nine other test subjects to achieve an erection. "It troubles me greatly," Diana said somberly. "It was bad enough that those five guys couldn't get hard—no reflection on you Rebecca—but the rest of them seemed totally indifferent when offered to get their dicks stroked. No young and virile man could turn down an offer like that." "Unless Spermator is not working like we thought," Francesca replied. "But the blood tests revealed otherwise. Each of those nine men should be so horny by now that they'd fuck a keyhole!" Rebecca shrugged. "Well, you can't blame me. If they were that horny then those five guys would have creamed in my hands seconds after I made contact." "No one is blaming you," Diana said. "But something is wrong." "I don't know what you're so concerned about, Diana," Christiana said as she ran her fingers idly across the rim of her wine glass. "Manuel appears to be reacting well and at least one other guy had an ejaculation a few days ago. You know the drug is going to behave differently in different patients." "I know that Chrissy, but it's been two entire weeks. What if they don't orgasm tomorrow? I'm going to look like a fool." "Is that what you're worried about?" Diana looked down at the floor. "I'm ashamed to admit it, but yes, I am." "Oh, Diana," Christiana said in a cheerful tone. "No one is going to think you're a fool—certainly not your friends. I mean, the prostitutes might be disappointed but the interns will surely understand." "I'm not so sure about that," she said glumly. "You don't want to get a lecture from me do you?" "Not really." "Well, then let me offer this tiny bit of advice: there are no guarantees—about anything. And especially in this case. There are simply too many variables." Francesca threw her hands up in the air and looked at her friend. "I try to tell her that all the time but does she listen? No!" "I can't help it," Diana said. "I'm a worrier." "Well worrying isn't going to do you a damn bit of good," Rebecca said. "You even said it yourself. Spermator will be at its optimal levels in the bloodstream tomorrow. If the experiment proves to be a failure, then I would start worrying." "She's right, Diana," Christiana agreed. "Tomorrow is your target day. Put your worries to rest until then." ************ At 9:00 a.m. the following day the doors of medical lab A were opened to admit all twelve doctors, two dozen female interns, and the ten test subjects. The doctors seated themselves on a raised platform facing the audience of interns. Between them stood a recliner equipped with leather straps. There were other medical devices scattered across the room, ostensibly to measure heart rate, blood pressure, and other vital statistics during the experiment. A few minutes later the prostitutes arrived; all seven of them and all invariably pretty. These were not the average streetwalker variety but the highest caliber female escort money could buy. Diana told them to sit down next to the doctors and to make themselves comfortable. The doctor had insisted that each woman forego their traditional formal wear and adopt a more casual attire in the attempt to make the men feel more at ease. The seven women chatted loudly with each other and the other doctors, eager to find out as much as possible about the experiment. After preliminaries had been attended to, Diana addressed the audience and presented a brief overview of the experiment. Some of the interns appeared slightly apprehensive to learn that they were going to be watching a group of men being masturbated to orgasm in front of them, but Diana assured them that is was all being done in the name of science. Once she had explained the deleterious effects the toxin was having upon the men, and what she had hoped to achieve with Spermator, even the most anxious of them settled down and waited patiently for the experiment to begin. "If I wasn't clear about this," she said to the interns, "then I apologize. These men need all the support and encouragement we can give them, so please try not to act in an unprofessional manner." "Is it true that all these guys are going to be made to ejaculate?" asked a thin, studious-looking girl with pigtails. "Yes," Diana replied. "At least I hope so. You are all here to witness the effectiveness of Spermator, as you are aware. I expect that we will be witnessing some very robust ejaculations resulting in the emission of vast quantities of sperm. My advice to you girls is to sit back, take notes, and enjoy the fireworks." The girls giggled amongst themselves when they heard this, a look of anticipation in their eyes. The doctor answered a few more questions and then turned her attention to the prostitutes. "Julia," she said to a tall redhead in black shorts. "Are you and the girls ready?" "Whenever you need us," she replied, her broad smile revealing a set of perfect white teeth. "You all know what to do?" "Of course," she laughed. "You want us to make the men cum. That is our specialty." Julia's friends broke out in laughter and made several lewd comments to each other, their gaiety offsetting the clinical atmosphere that hung over the lab like a shroud. Daniel O'Brien was the first man to expose his teenage body to the roomful of eager women. Once he removed his clothes, Francesca and Diana strapped him into the recliner, which was then tilted at a 45-degree angle facing the interns. The doctors adjusted their chairs in a semicircle around him in order to witness every motion of his firm, compact body. "Our subjects are restrained because we don't know what kind of reaction, if any, to expect once the ejaculatory process, instigated by the drug, begins," Diana explained to the interns. "Are you expecting a violent reaction, doctor DiAngelo?" one of the girls asked. "It's possible. That's why we secure their hands and feet—to protect themselves from harm and the ladies servicing them." The interns could barely contain their amusement upon hearing the word "ladies" ascribed to the group of prostitutes. But their amused looks turned to ones of envy when one of the "ladies," whose name was Claudia, strutted up to Daniel and, upon Diana's command, began to perform fellatio on him. Claudia was a striking beauty—statuesque, with raven-black hair that fell to her waist, large blue eyes, and a mouth that was made for sucking cock. When Daniel saw her kneel before him his entire body tensed up. "Daniel O'Brien," Diana said, addressing the interns, "is an eighteen-year-old man from Ireland who has not had an erection since exposure to Triethylene X, which, as you all know, was introduced into the air over three months ago by accident and subsequently has affected a significant portion of the male population worldwide. During this three-month period, Daniel has experienced one nocturnal emission, and that occurred just a few nights ago, and that was only after taking Spermator for a period of two weeks." "It would appear that your drug is having a positive effect, doctor," said a pretty intern with curly blonde hair. "So it would seem. But our experiment here today should tell us more." "Why did you find it necessary to bring in these...these ladies to have sex with the men?" another girl asked as Claudia's mouth opened wide to engulf Daniel's flaccid cock. "We wanted to give our patients as much stimulation as possible in order to induce orgasm. That's why the ladies are here." "It sure beats looking at pictures, honey," one of the prostitutes, whose name was Gina, said to the inquiring student. "Are there any more questions?" Diana asked the interns. The group was silent for a moment and then one girl, a rather pale, skinny student with long brown hair, raised her hand. "Yes, what is it?" Diana asked. "Can we take part in the experiment too?" "Well, I don't know," the doctor replied. "I personally have no objection to it, but it would mean that you would have to perform handjobs on the men. Is that something you would want to do?" "I wouldn't mind," the girl replied cheerily. "And I know there are some other girls here who wouldn't mind either." Diana surveyed the faces of the young medical students as they reacted to Claudia's blowjob. Many of them seemed quite willing to participate, affirming by mood and gesture the claim made by their eager counterpart. "Well, if you girls have no problem with it," Diana said, "neither do I. But we must give deference to the ladies." One girl, a cute redhead with big tits, had been taking notes up until this time but now raised her head to gaze at Daniel, whose face expressed the keenest delight at having his prick so expertly sucked by the beautiful vixen. "What if your drug doesn't work," the girl asked Diana. "Does that mean the end of the human race?" In all the time since Diana had begun work on synthesizing Spermator, she had never once considered the possibility of her drug not working. She realized there might be problems along the way, and that any failure could make her look foolish. But she always believed the drug would ultimately be successful. Yet the question took her by surprise—and it was a valid one. If enough men were affected, and if there was no cure for the malady, then it was within the realm of probability that the human race could go extinct within only several generations. She turned around to look at Christiana and her other colleagues seeking some kind of assurance that maybe she was wrong, but they already knew what she was silently thinking, and they remained nonplussed. "It is possible that if Spermator doesn't work, then our existence on this planet could be seriously threatened," the doctor replied. "But there is every reason to believe that it will work, so I would suggest that we try to remain positive and not waste our energies in idle speculation." "What do you mean by 'seriously threatened'?" the girl asked. "I would venture to say that we would either become an endangered species or the human population will be diminished to the point where we will face utter extinction." "But it's not going to come to that," Constance suddenly said to the girl. "Dr. DiAngelo told you to remain positive, and I think it best that we do not dwell on 'what if' scenarios." The girl was going to reply but thought the better of it and turned her attention back to Daniel. Claudia had been sucking on the young man's prick for almost three minutes and he was still flaccid. His expression was almost apologetic when his eyes met Diana's, but she just smiled and encouraged Claudia to continue. For a woman of Claudia's beauty and sexual prowess, to be confronted with an unresponsive cock after using every trick in her libidinous sexual armory was exasperating. Under normal circumstances no man would have been able to hold on to his sperm after such a splendid assault on his manhood. After another few minutes of desperate sucking and manipulation of Daniel's stubborn penis, the woman finally gave up in disgust. "Either this guy is a homosexual or his libido is dead," she complained as she stood up. "I can do nothing with him." With that, the disgruntled woman returned to her seat, her companions offering consoling words but to no avail. Julia offered to fellate the boy and Diana agreed, but her efforts, as intensely erotic as they were, likewise failed to produce an erection. Daniels' face registered extreme disappointment when he saw that the pretty girl could not stimulate him to grow much beyond his irritatingly partially erect state. "I'm sorry," he said to Julia. "It's not your fault." "Of course not!" she replied annoyed. "It's you! The drug you got inside you—it keeps you soft! Fare l'impossibile!" "What does that mean? "It means this is impossible to do!" "That's enough, Julia," Diana said. "Please return to your seat." The offended woman strutted back to her chair in a huff, her unsuccessful attempt to vivify Daniel's recalcitrant penis a potent reminder that she had failed in the one thing she had always prided herself upon: controlling a man's cock. Diana told Francesca to free Daniel from the recliner and then asked him to leave the room. As he exited, he apologized to the doctor, but she told him not to worry. He seemed to take little comfort in her assurances as he walked out the door, but she kept a smile on her face nonetheless. Inside she was feeling nervous. She knew that she would face a major setback if none of the men could be induced to ejaculate. And after Socrates, Sven, and Benjamin all failed to produce an erection, even after all forms of stimulation—both human and mechanical—had been tried, the threat of postponing the experiment became a distinct possibility. It was now Manuel's turn to be locked into the recliner. The handsome young Cuban seemed almost cavalier in the way he waltzed into the room, waving to the interns and greeting the doctors and prostitutes with a big smile. The interns clearly appreciated his relaxed, charming manner, not to mention his fine physique and friendly attitude. He smiled at Francesca as she strapped him into the device, looking confident and serene. "Manuel Hernandez is eighteen years old from Havana, Cuba," Diana began. "He says he has no sex drive and that he no longer experiences morning erections, which, as you know, is not normal. However, he was able to get an erection last night followed by a very substantial orgasm. So far, he is the only man in this group who has been able to do so. We are hoping for a repeat performance today. Are you ready, Manuel?" "Yes, doctor." Diana pointed to one of the prostitutes, a very sexy blonde with a tight ass and long legs, to service the young man. Her name was Jessica, and she had the face of an angel. But the most enticing aspect of her appearance was her pouting lips, which always seemed to be inviting the admission of a cock between them. She walked up to Manuel and kissed him squarely on the mouth—something many prostitutes would never do. But she did do it, and whether by design or not, it had a profound effect on Manuel, who moaned with pleasure. She had only barely touched his genitals when he was already sporting a huge erection. The entire room applauded and cheered. "I think he likes you!" one of the interns shouted to Jessica. The woman, proud of her achievement, began to fellate Manuel's prick, which was quite an ample specimen. Thoroughly aroused herself, she then unzipped the back of her dress and stood up to expose her huge tits to the boy, who immediately shoved as much of the succulent flesh as he could into his mouth. The other prostitutes laughed and cheered her on. Relishing the sensation of having the beautiful woman's tits to suck on, Manuel starting groaning loudly, rubbing his face between the two luscious mounds in complete ecstasy when his mouth was not occupied with a nipple. Jessica moaned with pleasure, her hands tugging on his huge organ with increased pressure. Spermator "I'm going to drain your balls dry," she laughed as Manuel inhaled deeply of her delectable feminine scent. Jessica's amazing presence was simply too much for the boy to withstand. Her beautiful laughing face, only inches from his own, was demanding he cum for her, and he wanted desperately to oblige her. He looked down to see her lovely hands viciously pulling on his bloated shaft, provoking it to ejaculate. "Oh, fuck!" he screamed as his body froze. Sensing he was about to cum, Jessica masturbated him furiously, turning her body to one side so that everyone could get an unimpeded view of his ejaculation. As her exquisitely manicured fingers pulled up on his dick, a long, thick arc of semen shot out from the tip and flew six feet up into the air. "Yes!" the blonde woman exclaimed. "That's what I want to see! Show everybody what you have! Bravo, maestro! Bravo!" Her constantly stroking hand produced a series of intense bursts that splashed energetically high up into the air, astonishing the interns as well as the doctors themselves, many of whom had never witnessed such a voluminous orgasm. Diana found herself laughing with joy, her eyes following one huge spurt after another as they sailed effortlessly across the room. Her colleagues reacted in similar fashion as the beautiful blonde beat the cum out of Manuel's throbbing dick. "I just love a good cumshot!" Sheila roared as the ropes of hot, white cream shot up high above their heads. Every woman in the room was astounded to see such an abundance of sperm, and with each successive ejaculation, responded with ever-increasing gales of laughter and surprise. "Lovely!" Olga exclaimed. "Keep going, Manuel!" And Manuel did keep going. For a solid three and one half minutes the shots of semen milked from his dick remained constant. With each pull the astonished prostitute watched yet another sticky load shoot off into the distance. The other prostitutes were in hysterics, unable to comprehend the spectacle taking place before their very eyes. "He's a fucking sperm machine!" cried Julia, who nearly fell of her chair from laughing so hard. For his part, Manuel could only remain frozen in position, watching in utter amazement as Jessica's firm and unrelenting grip coaxed out one thick load of sperm after another. "I've never seen so much of this shit!" the blonde laughed. "My hands are soaked!" "Not to mention the floor!" Claudia exclaimed, pointing to the vast puddle that had formed in front of Manuel's feet. The interns were laughing so hard at the sight of Manuel's constantly ejaculating prick that they struggled to catch their breath. The doctors, with the exception of Christiana, Rebecca, and Sheila, all of whom had witnessed similar results with EJAX-472, sat glued to their seats, staring incredulously at the enormous amounts of sperm being expended from Manuel's superheated testicles. "Never in my life have I seen such a thing as this!" Eva exclaimed. "It's not possible," Maria laughed. "But there it is!" "Incredible!" Juliette cried. "Unprecedented!" Marion said, dumbfounded. "Not to mention, messy," Olga added. As the final wad of cum was ejected from Manuel's cock, the entire room exploded with applause and laughter. "You did it, Diana!" Christiana cried, as she ran to embrace her friend. "Now you know how I felt when EJAX produced the exact same results. Well done!" The two women hugged each other as the other doctors offered Diana their congratulations. "Let's have a big round of applause for Manuel and Jessica!" Diana shouted to the crowd. "They were both marvelous!" Manuel responded with a big grin, his breathing coming hard and fast. Jessica nodded her thanks to the crowd and ran to the bathroom, both her hands dripping with sperm. As she passed her friends they greeted her with a litany of vulgar praise, but she was clearly pleased by her victory. "You either have it or you don't!" she laughed as she ran toward the exit. Francesca threw her arms around Diana and kissed her cheek. "Bravo, la mia amica! Molto bene!" "Grazi," Diana replied, returning her friend's affections. Even though Manuel's ejaculation was a tremendous achievement, Diana was still troubled by the fact that the drug was still not working on some of the men. And after the remaining patients had been serviced, not one of them was able to obtain an erection. It was clear that there was something in Manuel's physiology that was making him react favorably to the drug. She would have to conduct more blood tests to find out what the identifying factor was and then integrate it into Spermator. The process could take days if not weeks. "I don't know what to do," she told Christiana and Rebecca after the experiment had concluded and everyone else had left except for her and Francesca. "I can't ask these people to remain here for God knows how long. I've got to isolate the identifying factor from Manuel's blood and then synthesize it. That could take a long time." "Not necessarily," Christiana said. "If you allow me and Rebecca to help you then we could make much faster progress. What do you think, Rebecca?" "Well, I think with the four of us working on the problem we should be able to synthesize and test the new version within a reasonable amount of time." "What's reasonable?" Francesca asked. "A week? Two weeks? We can't leave those guys hanging around for that long." Diana looked at her friend. "Francesca, I want you to put all the men up at University Hall. The fall semester doesn't begin for another month and there are plenty of rooms available in the dormitory. We'll give ourselves two weeks to get the drug ready. If we can't synthesize a new version by then we'll have to send them home." "We should start work tomorrow morning," Christiana said to Diana. "Those men are depending on us." "Okay," Diana agreed. "Let's do it." ************ The following morning Diana and her colleagues met in med lab B to begin work on synthesizing the new version of Spermator. Manuel frowned when he was told that he had to provide nine vials of his blood for testing purposes, but he accepted his fate with equanimity. The day went by slowly, with hardly any progress being made. But Diana was certain that a solution could be found, and she found herself at work in the laboratory long after her colleagues had left for the evening. An entire week went by without any significant results. An impromptu testing of all the test subjects revealed that everyone but Manuel was suffering from severe sexual dysfunction, and as the likelihood of a cure was becoming more and more implausible with each passing day, Diana and her friends grew increasingly distraught. On the morning of the tenth day, Diana called her colleagues into the conference room to discuss their recent findings, or lack thereof. She sat at the head of the table in her white lab coat; in front of her were a pile of papers from the most recent tests, all of which had failed. "We are running out of time," she said gloomily, as her colleagues shifted uncomfortably in their seats. "And needless to say, the men are losing hope. Half of them want go home, resigned to the fact that they will never again have a sex life. Spermator has proven to be a dismal failure and I am at a loss to understand why. The drug should work—not just for Manuel, but for all those men. I thought we would have discovered the missing variable by now, but I guess I was wrong." The other doctors in the room greeted this statement with silence. Even Christiana seemed perplexed. "Listen to me Diana. When I was developing EJAX-472 I ran into similar difficulties. Sometimes it requires you to step back from the problem for a little while in order to gain a fresh perspective. I told you this long ago when you first began your research. When you're too close to the problem, you can't see what's staring you right in the face. I suggest that you—all of us—call it quits for today and come back to the lab in a day or so. It always worked for me. It can work for you too." Diana shrugged. "Maybe you're right. I don't know. I just can't stop thinking about it." "You have to give yourself a break. And you can't go on doing double shifts in the lab. It's no wonder you're losing your objectivity." "I agree with her," Francesca said to Diana. "All of us should go out to dinner and then maybe take in an opera or something—anything. Let's just get the hell out of this lab for a while." "I know the perfect place to go," Juliette smiled. "It's not quite opera but I think you'll find it amusing." When Diana responded with a questioning look, all Juliette did was chuckle mischievously. ************ The "Casa Romana" was the last place the distinguished group of doctors expected to end up, but Juliette assured them that they would not sit in that part of the nightclub where the regular clientele were seated but would be admitted to the VIP room, which was situated in the basement of the ancient building where she learned that a most unique show was to take place that very night. The club stood across from the Trevi fountain in the heart of Rome. It had a notorious history for theatrical flamboyance, and was famous for not only its excellent but expensive appetizers, but for the sexual side dishes that were prepared by the tireless efforts of its ribald owners; these being two attractive middle-aged sisters who had taken over the once traditional restaurant over twenty-five years ago and had made it one of Rome's most provocative nightspots. Diana and Francesca, once they had discovered where Juliette was taking them, objected to entering a club of such lascivious repute. But encouraged by the rest of the group, the two doctors acquiesced and let themselves be escorted into the dark and cavernous entrails of the ancient cellar. On the surface it looked like any other nightclub one might encounter, with dozens of round tables set up in orderly fashion, each with four of five chairs encircling it, and a small, intimate raised stage where the sex shows were put on. The doctors were seated at two tables directly in front of the stage that had been reserved for them. It was only later that Diana had learned that Juliette had planned the entire event days ahead as a surprise for the beleaguered group, whom she felt needed a serious diversion from their ever-increasing and frustrating workload. Above the stage were a set of theatrical lights that were dimmed to a dull blue luminescence, revealing only a simple wooden stool that was placed in the center. It was now almost midnight, and the first show of the evening was about to take place. The room was populated by a jittery group of roughly one hundred women, many of whom were visitors from other parts of Italy and Europe. But despite the cacophony of dialects, it was apparent that none of them could contain their excitement. There was not one man in sight. "So what the hell are we doing here, Juliette?" Diana demanded at last, sensing a palpable wave of energy coalescing amongst the anxious spectators. "I don't want to ruin the experience for you because I haven't seen the act myself, only heard about it from my friends who run this club," the lovely French doctor explained. "But we're going to see something totally unprecedented. At least I've never heard of such a sexual feat being performed anywhere in the world before." "What sexual feat?" Christiana asked. Juliette shook her head. "No, I'm not going to say anything more. Just be patient. You'll see soon enough." No sooner had she finished speaking than the stage was illuminated slightly to reveal identical twin sisters walking onto the stage from opposite directions. They were attractive middle-aged women dressed in high heels, fishnet stockings, black leather coats with tails, and each sporting a black, felt, top hat. The crowd clapped excitedly at their entrance. "I'm Nina," the woman on the right said in perfect English, "and this is my sister Talia. We are the owners of Casa Romana and we want to welcome you to our establishment. Tonight we are proud to present one of the most unique and electrifying acts ever to grace our stage. Never before in the history of adult entertainment has there been anything like what you are going to see tonight. And now without further ado, we are pleased to present to you Mistress Diabolique and her slave Udo-Obong, the eighth wonder of the world!" Against the backdrop of thunderous applause, the two women exited in the same way in which they came as the lights once more resumed their previous illumination. And then, from the rear of the room came the sound of hushed voices that soon rose in volume as the forms of two people, one a woman and the other a seeming giant of a man, walked slowly up to the stage. Diana and her friends watched in complete astonishment as Mistress Diabolique, clad in the black leather garments of a professional dominatrix and leading the man behind her on a loose chain, strode confidently up to the stage making eye contact with no one. She was an imposing figure of a woman—tall, elegant, beautiful—with fiery red hair that was done up as a ponytail whose tail end reached to the top of her buttocks. And although she was quite a beauty to behold, the real marvel was Udo-Obong himself who, completely fettered with immense iron chains that secured both his hands and feet, struggled along several paces behind his mistress, a seven-foot, 350-lb. black Nigerian warrior with only a simple white loincloth to preserve his modesty. He was a very handsome man despite the fact that he was completely bald. His massive musculature undulated with each tortured step as he fought to keep himself from falling under the weight of his oppressive burden. His mistress did not fail to give his chain a hard yank if he faltered, which he did several times before finally reaching the stage, upon which she immediately sat down on the wooden stool and ordered him to stand next to her with his head bowed. The two performers neither looked at each other nor said a word. In a few moments the excited crowd suddenly grew quiet, waiting in breathless anticipation for the act to begin. If the crowd was waiting for Diabolique to speak, they were soon disappointed. With only a curt nod to the audience, she snapped her fingers and from the side of the stage a young girl with long blonde hair, similarly dressed in an outrageous black leather outfit that showcased her ample cleavage, approached the mistress with a cigarette holder with a cigarette attached, and a long curved peacock's feather. Diabolique took these items from the girl who then proceeded to rip the loincloth off of Udo, revealing a huge nine-inch prick that hung semi-erect between his massive legs. But his penis, ample though it was, was nothing compared to the ridiculously sized scrotum that lay beneath it. It seemed to Diana that his testicles had to be something of a genetic anomaly, appearing to be almost three times the size of a normal man's scrotum. The audience howled with laughter when the girl slapped his cock and balls several times, making the entire assemblage jostle from side to side as Udo winced in pain. The lovely little imp wasted no more time on him but instead lit Diabolique's cigarette and quickly exited, leaving the two performers, mistress and slave, ready to commence their act. It was eerily quiet as the doctors, along with the rest of the crowd, waited patiently for something to happen. And then, Dibolique, sensing that the appropriate level of audience anticipation had been attained, reached out with her hand that held the peacock feather and gently teased the underside of the black giant's glans. Udo reacted instantaneously, his body suddenly becoming alert to every movement of the tickling feather teasingly applied to his frenulum. The audience laughed to see him jerk his body at the intrusion of the feather, his abdominal muscles rippling under the subdued blue lighting in response to the tickling sensation in his genitals. Diana noticed that Diabolique did not inhale, content to let the cigarette burn itself out, realizing that it was merely a device—a prop—to accentuate whatever point she was trying to make. And that was not at all apparent at first. But the intent was soon made clear when Udo's nine-inch penis began to rise in response to the constant tickling of the feather. Within the space of a minute he was completely erect, his stiff black organ jutting out from this lower body like a wooden plank, the outsized glans shining bright and purple under the blue luminescence. And then it began. At first it sounded like a low howl emanating from somewhere deep within the immense body of the black man. And then it grew in intensity as the feather mercilessly, inexorably, drove him on to the point of ejaculation. It came upon him quickly, almost unexpectedly, surprising both himself and his mistress as they both stared in wonderment as long strands of pre-cum issued copiously from the tip of his agitated penis. With hands and feet securely locked, he threw out his hips toward the audience and screamed like a banshee. Thick ropes of molten sperm shot out high into the air and flew into the astonished audience with lightning speed, the slick jets of white cream following one upon the other in pell-mell fashion, coating tables, chairs, and various audience members with his salacious offering. The women reacted with roars of laughter and Diana found herself responding with no less than an excited yelp as the women in the front row got hit with more than one errant volley of sperm. "Have you ever seen anything like that?" Juliette asked Diana, both women doubled over with laughter. "Never!" Diana replied, unable to take her eyes off Udo's spurting tool. More ropes followed, provoked by the incessant masturbatory motions of the feather. Diabolique smiled faintly, enjoying the sight of Udo's penis surrendering its massive load to her wicked machinations. "I love it!" Sheila exclaimed. "I want to see more cum!" The entire room was thrown into utter chaos at the sight of such a kinky and utterly lewd performance. Even Christiana, who had seen many ejaculatory feats performed in her career, had to marvel at the way in which Udo's orgasm was obtained. "I would have never thought of it," she said amusedly, as the last of Udo's ejaculations splattered onto the slick floor in front of him. Diabolique withdrew the feather momentarily, allowing her slave to regain some of his composure. The cheers were deafening. Taking a puff of her cigarette, she waited a few seconds before applying the feather to his glans a second time. Udo' penis, never allowed to become fully flaccid, responded to the intrusion by growing to its full erect state once again. This time it took less than thirty seconds to provoke another sensational orgasm, all achieved with the most minimal amount of effort on the part of the devilish Diabolique. Udo prepared himself for another launching of his seed. His feet planted firmly before him, he violently tossed his lower torso out toward the raucous crowd and watched his prick erupt into one long, sustained series of multiple climaxes that drew cries of amazement from all those who witnessed it. Diana sat in disbelief as she watched Udo's enormous prick dance about with a life of its own, completely under the dominating influence of Diabolique's little feather. She marveled as one sticky wad of semen followed the other, some shots reaching into the second and third rows—a good thirty feet away. "This is too much!" Rebecca squealed. "And without EJAX too!" Christiana only shook her head in wonderment. With his orgasm now subsiding, Diabolique snapped her fingers and the young blonde assistant came waltzing on the stage. Without being told, the girl kneeled down next to Udo and applied a small vibrator to the underside of his glans. His prick, still leaking long strands of cum, came back to life and within seconds he was again gripped with a powerful orgasm. The girl laughed as the first jet of white-hot cream erupted from the stiff pole, hurling its murky contents high into the air for all to see. Giant ropes of semen splashed indiscriminately into the audience, creating havoc everywhere the sticky fluid found its mark. This went on for a few more seconds before the stream of cum, so effortlessly provoked, ended abruptly.