9 comments/ 19444 views/ 28 favorites The Y-Virus Ch. 01 By: ElvenSlaveboy The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! The first chapter of this story contains very little sex, but is necessary in order to understand the character dynamics of the main character in later chapters. The sexual content will increase starting with chapter two. I promise. ***** The Y-Virus Chapter One: The Defining Choice My life had once been a very pleasant thing. I had a girlfriend named Sarah that I loved very much, I had a decent job that allowed me to afford an apartment in a respectable neighborhood, I had friends and family that loved me dearly, and I was happy most of the time. I never thought that most of these things could change so abruptly. My name is Ryan Barber. I'm currently twenty-eight years old as I write this, though my story begins when I was twenty-six. I now find myself in a future that neither I nor anyone else could've predicted: I'm one of only approximately eight thousand men left in the entire world. Perhaps it'll be easier to understand if I explain what happened from the beginning: The year was 2028. I worked on an assembly line in a factory near the edge of Detroit for six years. I liked most of the people I shared the work environment with, and they seemed to like me. Despite our sincerest efforts, work had been very slow the last month or so. Our supervisor came to us and said everyone had to go home early. There simply wasn't anything for our crew to do. This didn't surprise us. All the workers in my department were informed a few weeks prior about the possibility of down time. Like everyone else on my line, I grabbed my jacket and made my way home. It saddened me that I wouldn't make as much money this week, but at least I'd be able to spend a few extra hours with my girlfriend. I thought that maybe if I bought her something nice as a surprise then perhaps I'd get lucky when I got home. It was worth a shot. I lived in Allen Park at the time and on the way home I stopped by a local florist to buy a half-dozen roses with a card (kind of cliché, I know). The card already had a romantic slogan written on it, but I added: "With all the love in my heart,—Ryan" With that I drew a couple hearts in red ink next to my name, folded it, and slipped it into the little envelope that came with the bouquet. It would make a pleasant surprise. I paid for the roses and finished my inevitable journey home. I was more than a little surprised when I saw my best friend's car sitting on the opposite side of the parking lot of the apartment complex where I lived (my friend's car was an unmistakable eyesore: a powder-blue sedan with rust pots just above the rear passenger tire that looked very much like the Hawaiian Islands. You couldn't mistake it). He thought he was being clever and discrete by parking his car on the opposite side of the lot where I lived; but then again, he probably didn't think that I'd be coming home so early. I didn't want to believe it, but I already knew what was happening in my apartment before I even parked my car. I tried to give them the benefit of the doubt as I marched up the sidewalk leading to my pad. Perhaps David was just helping her move something. "It is possible," I kept thinking to myself in desperation as I clutched the half-dozen roses tightly. I was fortunate the thorns were trimmed off. As I stood in front of the door to my apartment (C-10), I slowly leaned forward and pressed my right ear against it. There were faint moaning and grunting sounds coming from within. That was it! I couldn't take another moment of those heart-wrenching sounds, but I wasn't about to give them any signal that I was home. I brought my key up to the lock, opened the door, and closed it behind me without making a sound. As I approached the bedroom door the sound of my girlfriend's moans grew louder. It was too much, but I had to confirm the betrayal with my own eyes. I slowly, quietly opened the door to my bedroom. My brain couldn't register what I was seeing. Sarah, the love of my life, was getting fucked like crazy by my best friend, David. The worst part wasn't just that I had lost my two closest friends at the same time . . . it was the fact that my girlfriend was willingly taking his cock up her ass. Sarah's ass was always my favorite erogenous zone of her body. It was nearly perfect: it was big, but not too big; it was firm, and yet still had a seductive wiggle when she walked. The fact that she was taking it up the ass willingly only pissed me off even more. She almost always refused to let me fuck her in the ass. She would say that it was unnatural or unclean. There were only two exceptions where she let me do it: two years ago on my birthday, and Christmas of last year (she dressed up like one of Santa's elves and told me that since I was such a good boy this year, Santa decided to give her ass to me as a present. She even wore no underwear under the short green skirt). I felt cheated in more ways than one. To make a long story short I kicked them both out of my apartment. I wanted to punch David's teeth down his throat, but something deep in my mind kept me from doing it. Perhaps it was a good thing because I couldn't afford a lawyer. Also, knowing my luck, he'd not only take me to court for assault, but he'd probably win such a case in the American justice system of that time. He would've won my girlfriend's ass AND my hard-earned money at the same time. That would've driven me to commit a murder/suicide. Sarah was a little different. I didn't really want to hit her (even though she cheated on me in the worst kind of way). The idea of striking a woman had always been abhorrent to me; however, this didn't mean that I held back from uttering a series of passionate, hurtful words. I couldn't think of anything else to do. I allowed the two of them to put most of their clothes on before kicking them out (I'm not a complete asshole, and that's what separated me from them). When I slammed the door it was the last time I saw either of them. David made no effort to apologize; Sarah sent me a couple texts saying that she wanted to talk. I ignored her texts by deleting them as soon as I saw them. I just wanted to get those two out of my mind, and so I turned to alcohol. It was a temporary solution, but it wasn't enough to rid myself of the pain. As the weeks went on, my alcohol consumption (and the fact that I lost my two closest friends) started to take its toll on me and began to have obvious effects on my performance at work. I never went to work drunk or even buzzed. It was my thoughts about Sarah and David that made me fall behind in my daily quotas. And since my numbers in the factory were falling short, coupled with the fact that things continued to slow down for production at the plant, I was one of the first workers to be laid off. This only made matters worse. I've always hated the idea of collecting unemployment insurance. My father raised me to believe that a man had to work in order to make his way in the world, and I still agree with him. I began seeing the world crumbling all around me. I admit that my temper started to grow even towards my closest family and friends. Even when my few remaining friends tried to cheer me up I would just brush them aside and tell them to go wherever they wanted to go without me. I was becoming a lost cause to everyone it seemed. At one point my remaining friends and family even tried to give me an intervention. They gave me the usual sop-speeches you see on reality television. One person's speech after another, and then another, and then another, and then another. The intervention only infuriated me when they told me that I had to make an immediate change in my life if I wanted to keep them all in my life. I vividly remember telling them all to go to hell. I chose the bottle. I felt triumphant only for a few weeks. I soon realized that my unemployment money wasn't going to be enough to keep my apartment. I was so drunk most of the time that I overlooked this one simple truth. I began to panic when I realized I only had a few months of unemployment insurance left. I grabbed an old calculator I had since high school and added up the money I still had coming my way. My heart sank when the calculator displayed that I'd have less than eight hundred dollars coming my way, not including the money I still had in my wallet. This was more devastating than all the speeches in my intervention. I had to come up with a plan and fast. I didn't buy any booze that day and instead paced back and forth most of the night trying to think of what to do. I realized I wanted to work again, but my mind was still out of balance from the Sarah/David incident. I still couldn't shake their betrayal from my mind even now. One idea after another: none seemed to be viable. Rehab was a possible option, but that would mean I'd have to admit that I was wrong before (I was extremely prideful during this juncture in my life, and I now realize it was wrong to govern myself in such a way). I resolved to find new work; something that would at least help to keep my apartment while I figured out what else to do. An old friend of my family told me about job opportunities working as a custodian for the local public schools. I jumped at the opportunity. Within a week I had a new job cleaning the hallways and classrooms of a couple different schools. I only made a few cents above minimum wage, but I wasn't about to complain. My financial situation was still very rough to say the least. I was starting to get agitated with the fact that I had to reduce my drinking (a personal sacrifice in order to save money and do my job well) and I was also getting annoyed with the job itself. The people that worked at the schools were nice, but the messes were sometimes ridiculous. I knew that mankind wasn't supposed to live this way. I knew that most of my troubles were my fault but not all of them. I longed for something better. Watching a local news report about cryogenics, I started to form an idea. Apparently the field of cryogenics has made tremendous progress over the last three years or so and I began to think that maybe if I could afford to have the procedure done to me, maybe, just maybe, I could awaken in a future that would be much more kind to me. I dreamed of a future that would serve as a blank slate for me. I wouldn't be haunted by local reminders of my treacherous ex-girlfriend and best friend. Of course I would still have my memories, but at least Sarah and David would long be dead and the local stores, restaurants, and theaters where we had once hung out would be gone. It didn't take me long to come to the conclusion that this is what I wanted to do. My family was still very pissed at me for telling them off at my intervention, so I didn't much care if they'd be upset at my decision or not. In fact, I never told them. Fortunately, the cost of being put into cryogenic stasis was not as expensive as I thought it would be. There were still countless people who feared that it might not work and that you would simply die if things went awry. There were also countless people who weren't interested in going through it. They had family, friends, wives, husbands, etcetera, that depended on them. For me, all signs seemed to point in the direction of cryogenic stasis. My mind was set. I just needed to save most of the money from my next three paychecks and I'd be all right. I set up an appointment with one of the cryogenic experts at the CryoVenture Institute in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I forced myself to quit drinking a week before my first appointment. After just three appointments and one psychological evaluation I was deemed suitable for the procedure. I had heard rumors that the procedure would involve having my head removed after being frozen, but Dr. Norton was a very forthcoming man and assured me that this procedure involved no such thing. He explained it all to me in layman's terms and I was sold. I scheduled for the procedure to be done on Valentine's Day as a sort of symbolic gesture considering one of the main reasons I was doing this was because of the heartache I still felt over the Sarah and David incident. I informed Dr. Norton that I wanted to be kept in cryogenic stasis for four hundred years. "That would be enough time," I thought. He didn't protest in any way. He knew that the customer was his first priority. When the day finally came Dr. Norton greeted me in the main office. I made my last payment before he led me into a room marked "Stasis Chambers." The chambers were hollow cylinders that measured little more than seven feet high and with a diameter of four feet. The cylinders were also made of highly-polished chrome. I didn't really know what alloy was used for the chambers, but, to be honest, I didn't care. All I knew was that the shine of the metal was impressive. There were thick glass windows in the chambers that allowed the lab staff to see the faces of those inside the chambers. Dozens of wires ran from each of the chambers to an independent generator. I had one last moment of nervousness, but it soon washed over when I remembered why I was doing this: I wanted to take the chance at a better future. In this period of time I was a loser, but in the future I might end up being worth something. I had no idea of how right I would be. There were at least three dozen chambers in the massive lab. Almost half of them were occupied. I noticed three other lab technicians pacing back and forth with clipboards in hand when Dr. Norton and I entered the lab. These were his assistants but I never learned their names, or they told me their names and I simply forgot them. Dr. Norton told me in my first consultation that I'd have to be nude when inside the cryogenic chamber. Apparently the chemicals found in clothing, and in the detergents used to clean them, had an adverse effect to the thawing process. I didn't complain about having to be naked in front of the technicians even though two of them were women. I've always been quite comfortable with my nudity and they were very professional about it. Dr. Norton also informed me in one of my earlier consultations that all my body hair would fall out after the thawing process, but that it would all grow back in time. This small truth didn't change my mind about going through with this. Hair was the least of my concerns. Once I stripped myself naked and entered the hollow upright chamber, my personal effects were put into a safe next to my chamber. My chamber and safe had my name printed on them along with my file number. Dr. Norton fitted a sort of mask over my nose and mouth which had a few translucent tubes running from it. Once this was done, the other assistants put a series of medical electrodes on various parts of my naked body. "Just relax, Ryan," Dr. Norton said, "I'm about to administer the sedative." The doctor approached me with a syringe and injected me with something to put me to sleep. After he withdrew the needle I leaned back against the padding inside of the chamber. The sedative took effect very quickly. Fortunately I was strapped securely in an upright position as I felt the gentle caress of sleep overpower me. Things started to become fuzzy as I slowly drifted off to a sleep that would last me centuries. The last thing I remember hearing was Dr. Norton saying, "Rest well, my friend. See you in four hundred years." Little did I know that I'd be awakened 281 years into the future, instead of 400. The Y-Virus Ch. 02 The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Two: The Awakening Centuries had passed before I would wake up again, but when I finally did it was a very confusing time. My vision was greatly hindered, almost to the point of blindness in the first half hour or so (or at least it seemed like a half hour to me). My sense of hearing was also suffering to a degree, but it wasn't as bad as my sight. Also, my hearing returned to normal much quicker. But the worst thing was that I had great difficulty in controlling my vocal cords and muscles. Shortly after waking up I felt a series of hands take hold of me and lay me upon some sort of padded table similar to a medical gurney, only it seemed a bit wider. It did feel very comfortable despite my body having severe muscle spasms. I felt more hands adjust my limbs, and then felt straps being secured around my arms, legs, torso, and a final one around my forehead. I was completely immobilized with my legs apart and my arms strapped to the sides of the gurney. All I could see were blurry figures moving all around and a grey light directly over me. I admit I was a little scared. Soon I felt the old medical electrodes being removed from my naked body and new ones being put on. This was nothing compared to what came next: I felt somebody take hold of my penis and testicles. The unknown person performed some kind of medical examination to see if my privates were still okay. After the quick examination, the unknown person started to tie a thin cord around my cock and balls. This person tied my testicles in such a way that they were both pulled away from my body and separated from one another. My sense of hearing started to return and I heard a feminine voice say, "Are the patient's testicles secured for further examination?" "Yes, doctor." Another female voice replied. "Good. Prepare the testicle scanners, Dr. Minoko." The original voice said. "Yes, doctor, right away." I was much too far out of my usual state of mind to focus much on what was said until I felt the testicle scanners being put on each of my balls. I didn't feel much at first, just something flat and metallic being put on both my balls. Soon, though, the two flat surfaces on either side of each testicle were starting to come together. I soon realized these were clamps on my testicles and they each grew tighter and tighter by the second. "Uuuuhhhh!" I managed to moan despite not being able to talk. "Are we getting a clear readout, Dr. Miller?" A female voice said. The voice was coming from near my genitals. "Almost, just a little more pressure should to do it." Dr. Miller said with an air of authority in her voice. I felt the testicle scanners tightening a little more around each of my sore balls. Even though it was supposedly only "a little more pressure," it was a canyon of pain. "Uuuuuuhhhhhh!!" I yelped even louder than before. "That's enough pressure, Dr. Minoko. We have a solid reading." Dr. Miller said. The tightening around my testicles stopped (thank goodness. I didn't think I could take much more abuse). I saw some more movement around me and realized that I could see a little bit better. I saw at least five figures wearing white lab coats, but I couldn't make out the details or facial features of these people. A couple minutes or so after the clamps were tightened on my balls, Dr. Miller said, "It looks like both of the patient's testicles are fully functional. He seems quite healthy." I could hear a bit of excitement from the other people in the room when Dr. Miller said this. The thing that really called my attention was the fact that each of the voices seemed to be female. It wasn't long before someone loosened and removed the clamps on my testicles. I was beyond glad when I couldn't feel them anymore. My vision seemed to get better shortly after my balls were released. I looked around and saw that I was in a room that was very different from the laboratory I was in centuries ago. I also noticed that the five specialists in this room were all women. At first, I just thought this might've been some kind of coincidence. "Dr. McFlarghan, take the patient to the Internal Examination Room, please." Dr. Miller ordered. She had blonde hair that was tied tightly into a bun in the back of her head. She also wore oval-shaped glasses with thin black frames. Her blue eyes were not only beautiful, but also seemed to display her authority. Dr. McFlarghan, a tall woman with red hair, green eyes and pale skin, held up a remote of some kind and pressed a button. The gurney seemed to lift itself weightlessly a few inches, and then the doctor pushed me down a series of corridors. I could hear the other doctors' footsteps following in our wake, and there were even a few additional doctors and scientists that passed my gurney along the way . . . all women. These other women whispered to one another as we passed them. Their eyes were clearly fixed on me. The fact that I'd only seen women so far started to make the notion of a coincidence less and less plausible. Something was peculiar here, but I couldn't ask because I still had trouble with my voice. After Dr. McFlarghan made one final right turn, I found myself in another well-lit room with a hovering metal table in the center. I found myself impressed with this new technology despite my condition. There were a few other devices in the exam room that seemed to be hovering as well, but I didn't know what they were . . . yet. I was lifted by the five women and rolled over onto the hovering metal table in the middle of the room. My arms and legs were fastened to the lower platforms on either side of the hover-table. I soon found myself in a doggy-style position with my hairless ass up in the air and my genitals exposed, vulnerable, and dangling through an open section of the hover-table. My head was held firm in a padded headrest at the end of this bizarre thing. As I moved my eyes around the sterile exam room I focused on a machine hovering almost directly in front of me. It looked to be about three feet tall and two feet wide in diameter. It hovered about three feet off of the ground and was cylindrical in shape. It had pale-blue lights glowing underneath which pulsed on and off, on and off, over and over again. I also noticed three computer monitors in front of me with screens that measured at least fifty inches from corner to corner. Two were located on my right; the other, to my left. The monitors in question were currently off. Dr. Miller, the woman that appeared to be in charge, was now walking in front of me with her hands on her hips and addressed the other female doctors and scientists in a graceful, yet authoritative voice. "Dr. Minoko, please activate the XTC Internal Scanner and operate the controls." "Yes, doctor!" The Asian woman named Minoko replied in a sweet and excited voice. The beautiful Asian doctor walked over to what appeared to be a control panel on my left-hand side. She sat down facing in my direction. I could see her face over the computer monitors of the desk where she sat and I could hear the 'click-click-click' as she pressed a few buttons and flicked a couple switches. Suddenly the three computer monitors in front of me turned on. I heard one more 'click' as Doctor Minoko flicked one more switch. Suddenly the hovering device in front of me (the XTC Internal Scanner) was activated and soon a long, snake-like appendage came sliding out of the bottom of it. It seemed to be composed of the shiniest, most flawless chrome I'd ever seen. It was segmented all along its length. Its width was the same size all along the shaft (with the exception of the bulbous tip) and seemed to be little more than an inch in diameter. The tip of the appendage looked almost like an egg and I was able to see that it had a very small lens at the end of it. It was obvious to me that it was a camera of some sort. The chrome-snake appendage seemed to come to life on its own. Two of the computer monitors on either side of me had displayed what the camera at the tip of the chrome-snake was seeing. The third monitor displayed the view of a separate camera mounted elsewhere in the exam room. It was some kind of x-ray camera that captured real time. On this monitor I could see the skeletal form of myself tied onto the hover-table with my ass slightly up in the air. I was embarrassed to say the least. The hovering machine with the chrome-snake appendage was being guided by Doctor Minoko and she directed the strange thing to hover behind me. I could see part of the machine depicted on the x-ray monitor with its appendage slithering about. On the other two monitors I could now see my ass in full view. "Oh no!" I thought in shock and embarrassment. "Dr. McFlarghan, would you be kind enough to apply the lubricant to the patient's anal cavity, please. Then coat the XTC Internal Scanner." Dr. Miller said. Her hands were still on her hips. "Yes, doctor. Immediately," Dr. McFlarghan said in a Scottish accent. Then next thing I heard was the 'snap' of a latex glove. Shortly after, I could see her fiery red hair in the two computer monitors in front of me and another skeletal form in the x-ray monitor to my right. She was dipping two fingers into some kind of jar. As I looked at her red hair on the monitors, I could also see her latex-gloved hand. Her index and middle fingers were now shimmering with some kind of transparent oil. She brought her fingers to my exposed asshole and smeared it all over and around it. I shuttered when I first felt the coolness of the lubricant on my asshole. The red-haired doctor was very thorough. She applied it all over my asshole more than once. She even gently penetrated my anus with her middle finger so as to get some of it inside me. It not only felt weird, but seeing her skeletal finger enter my rectum on the x-ray monitor was indeed a bizarre thing to behold. I could've sworn that I heard her giggle a little under her breath when she had the entire length of her finder inside my ass. She twisted her finger from side to side before withdrawing it slowly. Dr. McFlarghan then turned to the hovering machine and covered the end of the chrome-snake with the same lubricant. "Thank you," Dr. Miller said. "Dr. Minoko, you may begin the examination." "Yes, doctor," Said the beautiful Asian. I could only guess it, but now she seemed to be handling a pair of joysticks. I could see the chrome-snake 'slithering' its way toward my raised ass on the x-ray monitor, and I could see the image of my ass on the other two monitors getting closer and closer, until finally, the camera on the tip of the machine pressed against my asshole. I shuddered a little from the cold touch of the metal. The two monitors grew dark from the absence of light. The x-ray monitor now showed the snake-like appendage trying to penetrate the asshole of my skeletal form. I gasped a little (and with some difficulty) when the egg-shaped tip finally made its way past my lubricated asshole. Dr. Minoko flicked another switch and the other two monitors were pitch-black no longer. She had activated a light that must've been built into the camera. Now I, as well as every female in the room, could see the inside of my anus with clarity. My embarrassment reached a new peak. As the chrome-snake forced its way deeper and deeper into my ass, I moaned more and more. I could see the metal probe invading my skeletal form deeper and deeper, inch by inch, until it seemed like the rectal probe was inside the entire length of my small intestine. My ass was literally stuffed to the point where I couldn't take any more of its length. I was being raped by this devilish machine. I wanted to protest against this indignity, but I still had no control over my voice yet. I thought that this couldn't possibly be any more embarrassing . . . but I was proven wrong once more. Dr. Miller, the woman in charge, had more in store for me. "Activate the scanning function, Dr. Minoko." She said. "Yes, doctor, right away." The Asian doctor replied. I heard her flick one more switch and immediately I felt the entire length of the chrome appendage in my ass start to vibrate intensely. "Uuuuuuuhhhh!" I moaned as loud as I could despite having trouble with my voice. The intense vibrating continued for what seemed like twenty minutes. Dr. Minoko then slowly guided the chrome-snake out of my ass by using the joysticks on her control panel, but then stopped with about eight inches of the device remaining in my ass, still vibrating. "We'll need to scan the patient's prostate gland. We need to force a sperm sample out of him for further testing, Dr. Miller." Dr. Minoko said to her superior. "Yes, I agree," Dr. Miller said with her hands still on her hips before turning her attention elsewhere. "Dr. McFlarghan, I'd like you to collect the sperm sample when Dr. Minoko forces it from him." "Yes, doctor," Said the Scottish woman. Doctor McFlarghan was now holding my rock-hard penis in one hand and a plastic cup over the tip with the other. Doctor Minoko, on the other hand, had guided the chrome appendage slowly out of my ass inch by inch until the egg-shaped tip was pressed directly against my prostate gland. "Uuuuuuuuhhhh!" I moaned again, but this time from intense pleasure. The chrome-snake was now massaging my prostate in ways I never thought possible. I'd be lying if I said it didn't feel amazing. My ex-girlfriend Sarah never agreed to massage my prostate no matter how much I begged (even as a birthday request). I was soon forced into having a new kind of orgasm while the device scanned my prostate thoroughly. I reached orgasm and shot spurt after spurt of warm cum into the plastic cup held by Dr. McFlarghan. Every woman in the room giggled and cheered quietly . . . but most cheered. Dr. Miller, on the other hand, remained composed. When my orgasm subsided, Dr. Minoko turned off the scanning/vibrating function of the rectal probe. She worked the joysticks and slowly withdrew the remaining length of the chrome appendage out of my ass. Dr. McFlarghan screwed a plastic cap on the cup containing my sperm sample. As she walked away from my vulnerable body I could have sworn I heard her giggling. It didn't surprise me though, seeing as how I felt like a plaything for these devious women to humiliate and torment with their experiments and tests. "Deactivate the XTC Internal Scanner, Dr. Minoko. Would you be kind enough to sanitize the rectal probe, Dr. Weller?" Dr. Miller said. "Yes, right away!" Another female voice said. I didn't understand why any of this was happening to me. Why my testicles and prostate had to be so thoroughly examined. Why I had to be raped by a sinister machine. Why I seemed to be surrounded by women and only women. Where were all the men? After everything was sanitized and placed back where it needed to be, I was unbuckled from the hover-table and put onto the same gurney as before, only this time I wasn't buckled down. The female doctors placed a soft pillow under my head and soon I was being pushed down a few more hallways. The lights on the ceiling ran over my eyes as we went down the corridors. We stopped at a certain door; a woman opened it, another woman pushed the gurney inside the room, and all the women helped move my body onto the only bed in the room. It looked very much like a hospital room from the time period where I came from. The beautiful Asian, Dr. Minoko, said to me in a soft, sweet voice, "Please rest easy. You should reach full recovery within the next twenty-four hours or so. There are many important things we need to explain to you. But for now, please, just focus on getting some rest." She looked at me as if I were something made entirely of gold; I looked at her as if she were an angel. When Dr. Minoko turned to leave with the other doctors, I couldn't help but notice that she had an amazing ass. It even rivaled that of my ex-girlfriend, Sarah. Dr. Minoko was an incredibly beautiful woman to say the least. I couldn't help but feel a certain attraction to her even though she was technically the one responsible for clamping my balls tightly with the testicle scanners, and she was the one that guided the XTC Internal Scanner all the way up my ass. But I still couldn't help feeling something for her. She was just too lovely to ignore. I quickly grew tired when I was left alone in the room. After my bizarre series of ordeals, who could blame me? Shortly before drifting off into a very deep sleep, I remembered looking at the wall opposite my bed. It was a cream-colored wall with a broad, charcoal-grey bar that wrapped all the way around the room. The only thing (printed in white) inside the grey bar was: WARD 408. I thought about the room for a moment, and then fell asleep. The Y-Virus Ch. 03 The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Three: Reeducation in Ward 408 When I awoke the next day I soon noticed that Dr. Miller, Dr. Minoko, and Dr. McFlarghan were in the room with me. There were electrodes taped to my forehead, chest, abdomen, left forearm, and legs. The electrodes monitored my vitals wirelessly and sent the data to a high-tech tablet-like device held by Dr. McFlarghan. When I looked down at my legs I made the discovery that I was still naked in front of these three women. This didn't bother me too much considering they had already seen my naked body violated by the XTC Internal Scanner only the day before. The thing that was unsettling for me was the fact that I had some sort of metal device secured around my balls. It was like a ring around my scrotum that trapped my testicles and pulled them slightly away from the rest of my body. There were also two little metal prongs that extended and curved from the ring and rested atop each testicle. This thing looked unfriendly, whatever it was. "Where am I?" I managed to utter in a weak voice. I was very glad to be able to speak again, even if it was weak. "Please rest, Mr. Barber. You no doubt have many questions," Said Dr. Miller. "We'll answer all your questions in due time. But first, there are many important things we need to tell you. It's crucial that you be informed of what's happened in the world since you've been in stasis." "What's happened?" I asked. The three women looked a bit sullen. "My name is Dr. Alexis B. Miller. The current date is April 8, 2309. Almost three years ago, on June 26, 2306, the worst calamity in human history occurred. An artificial virus made its existence known to the public; a virus that has since been called the Y-Virus," Dr. Miller paused for a moment, "It's a highly contagious and severely lethal virus that exclusively attacks the Y-chromosome; hence, it only affects males." "What?" I uttered in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Dr. Miller continued, "Yes. I'm very serious. Through my own personal investigation and study of the Y-Virus, I've learned that the virus itself has an incubation period of six weeks. This is why nobody knew of its existence until it was too late. There wasn't enough time to develop a vaccine, and, despite our best efforts, we still can't seem to synthesize one." I was speechless. This definitely explained why I was surrounded by only women. I didn't want to believe it at first. A part of me thought that maybe I was being lied to, but after a second glance at the three doctors, I knew she was telling me the truth. Dr. Miller continued once again, "We've learned, through the admission of the culprits, that the Y-Virus was introduced into the atmosphere and drinking water simultaneously around all major cities of the world. It didn't take long to spread to every corner of the globe before the virus finally took its effect on every human male. Within a twelve-hour window, all the men in the world were dead." "If there's just one bit of news that isn't bad in all of this, it's this: the Y-Virus doesn't seem to have any effect on other animals in the world." I buried my face in my palm. This was too much to take in. "We realize that this is a lot of new information for you to process, but we had no choice but to bring you out of cryogenic stasis early. 119 years early to be exact. I think you understand the simple reason why." Dr. Miller looked at my genitals, and then returned her eyes to mine. I knew exactly what she meant. I admit I was at a loss for words at first. I was still very embarrassed about the fact all these women watched me get raped and violated by the XTC Internal Scanner the day before. I tried my best to forget about my recent embarrassment by thinking of some vital questions. "Who did this? Who would create such a virus?" I asked. My voice was starting to return to its normal strength and volume. This time it was Dr. Minoko who answered, "The person primarily responsible is a woman by the name of Mirinda Freeborne. What we know about her is that she has a PhD in microbiology and an extensive background in genetic engineering. This is how she was able to create the virus. She admitted to creating the Y-Virus in secret at the laboratory where she worked in Chicago, Illinois. She is also the head of the Black Widow Society. The Black Widows were once a secret society, but it isn't so secret anymore. They were responsible for coordinating the release of the Y-Virus into the world under Mirinda Freeborne's orders. "The Black Widows are made up entirely of neo-feminist extremists that have a stated goal to, quote: 'wipe Mother Earth clean of the plague of men.' They felt there were enough technological advances in cloning to make males obsolete. They believed that they could simply clone female fetuses and, subsequently, do away with males once and for all . . . but they were wrong. Cloning has proved itself to be an ineffectual mode of reproduction. It leads to countless genetic abnormalities and chromosomal instabilities." Dr. Minoko said matter-of-factly. "I can't believe all of this is happening . . . or . . . happened," I corrected myself. "We understand this truth isn't easy to accept," Dr. Miller said, "We just need to stress the reality of the situation. To put it in simplest terms: we need your sperm. It's beyond critical." I nearly choked at her bluntness. "I feel that it's also important to inform you that we've managed to obtain the cryogenic chambers of twenty-one other men from various parts of the eastern half of the United States. We tried to obtain as many men as possible before the Black Widows could get a hold of them. You're very lucky we were able to bring you here all the way from Ann Arbor." "Where am I now?" Dr. McFlarghan looked up from the tablet-like device that monitored my vitals and answered the question in her delightful Scottish accent. "The Center for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), DeKalb County, Georgia. We managed to bring your cryo-chamber here via hover vessel, as well as the cryo-chambers of two other men frozen at the CryoVenture Institute of Michigan." "Georgia?" "Yes," Dr. Miller said, "this is a quarantined facility. Please forgive the crude terminology, but I'm afraid you and the other males we've been able to acquire will have to be detained here for your own safety, as well as for the security and preservation of the human race." "Well . . . I guess I can't argue with that. But what's this metal thing locked around my balls? I think I have a right to know that at least, don't I?" "Indeed, you do," Dr. Miller said, "I'll allow Dr. Minoko here to explain it to you. I'm afraid that Dr. McFlarghan and I have other work to attend to. There are more men that need to be brought out of cryogenic stasis." Dr. Miller turned and nodded to the beautiful Japanese doctor. She returned the nod with a smile. Dr. McFlarghan then handed the high-tech tablet over to Dr. Minoko before leaving with the head physician. Dr. Minoko approached and sat at a chair that was about three feet away from my bed. She was so beautiful. I couldn't help but get a full-blown erection. She noticed this when she turned in the chair to face me and gave a slight giggle. "To answer your question, Mr. Barber, the device secured around your testicles is called a TestiTracker 3.1X. Its original purpose was to serve as a sex toy for people interested in BDSM, femdom, and medical fetishes. I can't help but point out the irony that we actually need them within this facility. It has three major functions: "First, it works as a tracking device. We, the staff, want to make sure we know where you are at all times. You are extremely valuable given the global situation. "Second, the device monitors and keeps track of all your orgasms. Believe me when I say that you'll be required to supply us with a tremendous amount of sperm. Don't worry," She smiled, "we'll make sure you enjoy it . . . or, at least most of the time. These DataPads," She held up the tablet, "receive and store all information the TestiTracker sends us about your orgasms: how many you have, roughly how much sperm you produce when you ejaculate, and when your refractory period ends. "Third, and I know you won't be too keen on this function, the device is wirelessly connected to the wrist remotes that each woman in this facility wears," She raised her left hand and I saw what resembled a wide metal bracelet with more than a dozen small buttons on it. "We, the staff, have the ability to deliver varying degrees of electric shock to the testicles of any male in this facility if they become ornery and violent." My eyes went wide and I made an audible 'gulp' as I looked at the device locked around my balls. Dr. Minoko continued: "I'm afraid such a thing is necessary for the safety of the women in this facility. We need to be sure that, in the event some men we thaw out are predisposed to violent tendencies, we have the ability to subdue them for our own safety. In truth, we don't know which of you, if any, were rapists or murderers in the past. "Well, I suppose I can't blame you for taking that precaution," I said sadly while looking at the device on my balls, and then back at her, "but I can only assure you that I've never killed or raped anyone in my life." "I'm sure you haven't, but we, the women of the CDC, need to preserve our safety as we try to work our way out of this apocalypse. The TestiTracker is locked with a strong magnetic lock. The magnetic keys are kept under the watchful eye of Dr. Miller. She strongly insisted on being the only one to have access to them." "I guess we can't argue with the doctor's orders, huh?" I said with a touch of humor. Dr. Minoko gave a slight chuckle, but soon her expression became a little more serious. "I regret having to do this, but I'm required to demonstrate that the device actually works, and the threat of electric shock isn't an idle one. Please forgive me." She brought a finger up to the buttons on her wrist remote and my eyes went wide with fear. "Don't worry," She said with an apologetic look, "the lowest setting isn't all that powerful. I promise it won't hurt too much." I braced myself for the worst as she pushed two or three buttons. ZAP! She didn't lie. The shock was very weak and didn't really hurt much. It did, however, get my attention. "That was the weakest setting: level one. There are ten levels of electric shock we can administer, just so you know. Needless to say the highest setting will deliver enough pain to subdue any male. But since were primarily focused on the functioning of men's testicles in order to repopulate the earth, I assure you that even at the highest setting you'll still be able to produce sperm." I felt like a dog wearing a shock collar. Perhaps, in a way, I was. I looked over to the Japanese beauty and asked sadly, "When did you put this thing on me?" "Dr. Weller," She paused with a smile, ". . . Nancy . . . put it on you shortly after you fell asleep." I felt like a fool when I realized that knowing who put this evil device on me, or even when, didn't make me feel any better about having it on my nads. "Can I have some clothes while I'm here, Dr. Minoko?" I asked as politely as I could. I didn't want to upset her by sounding rude, especially since she had the power to shock my balls. "Of course," She smiled, "Kristine, one of the scouts, should return in a few hours or so with something for you to wear. I'm afraid the clothes you had in your safe didn't stand the test of time and we don't really have men's clothes lying around. We didn't really have much need for them until recently. Oh! By the way, you can call me Akira." "Okay, Akira . . . and thank you." I said with a nervous smile as I glanced quickly to her wrist remote, and then back into her stunning dark eyes. I was made aware once more of the fact that I had a raging boner. "Alexis, the head physician you know as Dr. Miller, likes to keep things formal around here. The rest of the staff isn't so picky about the formalities of the old world. She's a gifted medical doctor and microbiologist, and we can't afford to lose her. So we humor her most of the time. She might seem like a hard-ass, but she's all right if you give her enough time. She's still mourning the loss of her husband, Anthony, and her son, Scotty. Her son was only four years old when the Y-Virus killed him. He died in her arms when she was about to take him to his preschool. I strongly advise you don't mention anything about it to her." "Trust me, I won't." I said as I cupped my balls in defense. She laughed a little at this gesture despite the grim topic. I ventured a chuckled with her. I thought about the things I was being told and asked another question, "Why would this person, Mirinda Freeborne, openly admit to doing something so heinous? Wouldn't she be risking her safety with the reprisals of angry women that loved their sons and husbands?" "You'd think that, but I think she truly wanted to be credited with the achievement of her life's ambition, and the stated goal of the Black Widow Society, no matter the consequences. I've had quite some time to think about why she did what she did. It might be," Akira raised a finger on her right hand with each point she made, "first, she's a misguided, neo-feminist extremist; second, her views in general about men may have been warped by the fact that she claims to have been raped on two separate occasions; and third, she's simply bat-shit crazy! I tend to think it's all of the above." I shook my head sadly. Akira continued, "I mean, even though I had an abusive boyfriend, I don't hate all men. In fact, I was still dating my abusive boyfriend when the Y-Virus made its appearance to the world. His death, which happened in my apartment and right in front of my eyes, was the first indicator of the virus I was exposed to. "Naturally, I was scared when he died in front of me, but I'm also willing to admit that there was a small part of me that felt freed from his tyranny . . . that is, until I realized his mode of death was happening to all the men in the world at almost the same time. "I immediately stopped thinking about Kyle, my boyfriend, and started to panic about the wellbeing of my father and brother, whom I loved more than anything else in the world." Akira stopped suddenly. She started to get a little misty-eyed and emotional. I wanted to rub her on the shoulder to comfort her, but I stopped myself because I didn't want her to think I was trying anything funny, ergo, she might zap my testicles. I figured the best thing I could do for the both of us was to only use words. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." "No, it's okay," Akira composed herself before any tears could take form, "I just miss them both very much." Her expression changed a little when she looked into my blue eyes. She smiled a little. "Listen to me go on and on about my problems. You're the fish out of water here, not I." "It's okay. I know each of you must've suffered some terrible loss one way or another." "You're right," Akira straightened herself in the chair. "Anyway, I can assure you that there are droves of women, even some under the orders of Dr. Miller, which are trying their best to find and kill Mirinda Freeborne. I don't blame them. She's worse than Hitler." "Without a doubt," I added. We sat for a few seconds without saying anything. The silence was starting to get a little loud if you know what I mean. I tried to think of more questions to break this weird silence. "So, how many women help run this place?" "There are seventy-two of us here in the CDC building. Not all of them are medical doctors or scientists. Many of them offer their help to keep this place running in exchange for food, shelter, and a fraction of order that once was. These women come from all different types of backgrounds: military personnel, mechanics, electricians, cooks, janitors, former stay-at-home mothers, you name it. Many of the former stay-at-home mothers now watch over their surviving daughters, as well as the daughters of other women that work here. "There are twenty-five other women that work as scouts and gatherers. They go out into the world of chaos that now exists beyond these walls in order to get food, water, tools, supplies, and of course, seek out any and all information about Mirinda Freeborne and her whereabouts." "Wow! I admit you ladies have done very well given the circumstances." It was the truth, but I admit that I was also trying to flatter Akira a little. I wanted to shift her attention away from the death of her father and brother as much as possible. "We do well enough," She said, "but now things are really starting to look up now that you're here. We have a tremendous opportunity to save the human race! None of the women here have seen a man in almost three years. There are even a few young girls here that haven't seen a man in their whole short lives. The little poor things. I'm very interested to see how they'll react when they see you for the first time. You don't know this, but you're the first man we've brought out of cryogenic stasis." "Really?" "Yeah," She said, "I'm sure you can imagine our excitement when your vital signs were displayed on the monitors for the first time." "Oh, I can," I said smiling, "but I wish you didn't have to be so rough when you forced that chrome tentacle up my ass yesterday." She burst with sudden laughter. I couldn't help but laugh with her despite how embarrassed I was when it actually happened to me. Her laughter was just too contagious. "Yeah, sorry about that," She said forcing herself to control her laughter a little, "it was part of our pre-established medical protocol. We needed to make sure your penis, testicles, prostate, and other internal organs were functioning properly. You can understand, right?" "I do, but I just wish it wasn't so . . . invasive." "If it makes you feel any better, all the other men will have to go through the procedure, too." She laughed again. It became clear to me in her laughter that she actually enjoyed forcing the XTC up my ass. But once again I couldn't help but join in her laughter. I almost forgot about the fact that I still had a prominent, eight-inch erection. Akira looked down at my hard cock and didn't bother to look away this time (at least not for a noticeable amount of time). When she finally controlled her laughing, she looked at the high-tech tablet and was no doubt focusing on my increased heart rate (due to my aroused state). "Can I ask you for something?" She said. "Of course." She moved her chair closer and slowly leaned forward until her lips were up to my ear. She whispered, "I haven't seen a penis in almost three years. I've only had the company of my dildo at night," I was taken aback when I heard Akira whisper these words, "You are very cute, and you have a very nice cock, but you can't imagine how badly I want to fuck you right now. But due to protocol, I'm not allowed to have sex with you until we get your sperm quota." "You want to have sex with me?" I asked in mild disbelief. The Y-Virus Ch. 03 "Shhhh!" Akira shushed me and pressed a finger up to my lips, "Someone might be listening on the other side of the door. I can't afford to take that chance. Just trust me." "Okay. Sorry about that," I whispered back. "But, did you just say what I think you said?" I knew that I was rather cute, but I wasn't use to women simply telling me that they wanted me, at least not so bluntly, and certainly not right after meeting them. I knew that it was really because all my so-called competition was dead . . . literally. Women were now more likely to compete for my affection instead of the other way around. "Of course, silly." She giggled, "I have every reason in the world to want to have sex with you. But Dr. Miller won't give me permission to have sex with you until we collect the necessary quota. Even though your sperm sample was tested, and the results proved you to be extremely fertile, you'll still need to provide us with more samples. We'll keep all the sperm samples in storage at the necessary temperature; then they'll be dispersed to the surviving female population." "How do they plan on getting my future sperm samples? Do they want me to jerk off into a cup or something? Or do you plan on driving that chrome-tentacle-thingy up my ass again?" I asked in jest, but wanting to know the serious answer. "Not unless you want me to," She laughed, "But the answer is, well, our scouts have managed to get a hold of three high-tech sex toys that are guaranteed to give men the most intense, and most productive, orgasms possible. It's called the Orgasmanatrix 8000. But I'll tell you more about it later." "Oh, okay." I whispered. The idea of a super advanced sex toy was getting me a bit more aroused. "But I originally wanted to ask you . . . well, can I suck your cock?" For the second time in the last few minutes, this Japanese beauty had stunned me with her words. "I'd be crazy if I said 'no.' Please, suck away." "Well . . . there are a few things I should tell you first." She whispered. "What?" "First, we need to be quiet. I can't stress that enough. "Second, you're not allowed to ejaculate without the permission of a doctor or scientist. Dr. Miller is adamant about upholding her rule of collecting as much sperm as possible in this place. But don't worry; I'm giving you permission right now. "Third, since all your orgasms are monitored, recorded, and timed; Dr. Miller, or perhaps someone else, might come along and inquire about the orgasm. Since your sperm is very valuable, you need to promise me that you'll tell them you masturbated into a cup, okay? They can't know that I gave you a blowjob." "Okay, I promise. No problem." "Thanks," She whispered. "Let me go grab a sample cup and I'll be right back." She stood up, turned around, and walked out the room. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass as she walked away. It definitely helped keep me hard (not that I needed much help in that regard). She returned with a plastic cup and moved her chair closer to my midsection. When she sat down she looked into my eyes and her facial expression changed into something I can only describe as playfully evil. "Just remember: I can shock your balls repeatedly if you break your promise. Trust me; you don't want to feel level ten shocks." My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I heard her say this. She did have the ultimate leverage: my balls at her mercy. But, I wasn't about to turn down a blowjob from this stunning Asian doctor. "Oh . . . o-o-okay." My voice trembled. "Relax," She said, "I'm sort of joking, but kinda not." This didn't quell my fear that she might shock my balls if I ignored my promise. She reached forward and held my cock. She held it delicately, like it were an ancient relic lost to the world (in a weird way, my penis was). She kissed the head a couple times before kissing the length of my shaft. She even kissed my trapped balls after. She was trying to savor this experience and I couldn't blame her. After the kissing, she decided to adjust herself so she could slide her tongue up the underside of my cock more easily. When she did this she flicked her tongue upward at the head. I was going crazy! My heart rate was increasing on the display of the tablet that was now tossed in between my parted legs. I could hear the device beeping quietly. [Beep . . . . . . . . Beep . . . . . . . . Beep] I tried to steady my breathing when she finally put the head of my penis into her mouth. When it was wet enough she started to swirl her tongue around the head in circles. [Beep . . . . . Beep . . . . . Beep . . . . . Beep] Judging from her gentle cooing and the softness of her eyes when she looked up at me, she didn't just enjoy my dick . . . she was in love with it. This poor woman hadn't seen a cock for so long, and now, finally, she was able to enjoy this basic pleasure. I felt happy for her . . . but even more so for myself. She sucked harder as she put more of me in her mouth. Her tongue was moving all over the shaft and head. She was an expert at this and must've given head regularly to her former boyfriends. [Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep] She was hell-bent on finishing me off as quick as possible. I understood her fervor since my heart rate was most likely being displayed on a separate monitor elsewhere in the building. When she finally deep-throated my cock, her head bobbed wildly up and down. My manhood was the only thing she wanted; the only thing she needed. The sound of her slurping was like music to my ears, and the perfect metronome for keeping the time was . . . [Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!] I stifled my groans as I erupted into her mouth. My ex-girlfriend Sarah was good at giving head, but this was a blowjob on an entirely new level. Akira Minoko was the Goddess of Fellatio! When Akira pulled herself away from my cock, she spit my seed into the plastic cup and tightened the cap. She stood and straightened her jet-black hair as quick as she could. We could hear footsteps approaching fast down the corridor. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking it a little (I thought this would help sell our alibi). Akira grabbed the tablet and straightened her posture. A few moments later the door to my room was opened. Dr. Miller stood in the doorway with a similar tablet clutched in her hand. Another doctor stood behind her. I would later learn that this other woman was Dr. Nancy Weller. "What's going on in here?!" Dr. Miller snapped. "Dr. Weller brought this to my attention." She lifted the tablet and pointed at my recorded heart rate and orgasm total. "Did Mr. Barber indulge in an unscheduled orgasm, Dr. Minoko?" "Yes doctor." She replied dutifully. "But I gave him permission to do so." Dr. Miller looked at me with piercing eyes. I looked at Akira; she looked back at me with knowing eyes, her finger hovered discretely over the buttons of her wrist remote (she turned her body so as to hide the remote from the view of the other doctors). Dr. Miller kept looking in my eyes even when she addressed Akira, "Did you at least collect his semen?" "Yes, doctor, of course." Akira held up the plastic cup for Dr. Miller to take. She took the cup carefully from Akira and inhaled deeply in order to calm herself. "We can't waste sperm, Mr. Barber. I don't need to remind you of the situation the world is in right now. The potential for life is more important now than it ever was!" She kept her sharp gaze on me even when handing my semen over to Dr. Weller. When the sample was taken from her, Dr. Miller put her hand on her hip. This briefly made me think of a school teacher about to lecture a student that was caught misbehaving in class. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." I said innocently enough, "But in my defense nobody told me I shouldn't masturbate, at least not until Dr. Minoko caught me doing it," I made a gesture to Akira. "She warned me that I wasn't allowed to ejaculate without permission, but she was kind enough to give me permission. She told me to hold back until she could at least get a proper receptacle. I'm sorry. I wasn't my intention to get you upset or anything." It seemed like Dr. Miller realized she couldn't be too upset with me. Technically, my sperm wasn't wasted. She moved her hand off her hip and said, "I just want you to understand that we cannot afford to waste sperm in this facility. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, ma'am." I said with my head lowered in (false) shame. She began again in a stern voice, "I feel now is the proper time to warn you that if you intentionally waste your semen, I, or another member of my staff, will take corrective action. I'll see to it you receive an electric shock no less than LEVEL FOUR to the testicles! I trust Dr. Minoko has answered all your questions about the TestiTracker and its functions, correct?" "Yes, ma'am, she did." I said nervously as I glanced at Akira. "One thing you'll learn about me fast, Mr. Barber, is that I firmly believe in Pavlovian methods of conditioning. If you really feel the need to masturbate and/or have an orgasm, notify one of the medical or science staff members so they can decide whether or not to give you permission. This way they can collect the sample for further procreation! Sperm is far too precious to be spilled!" "Yes, ma'am, I understand. Again . . . I'm sorry." She accepted my apology by simply nodding. She turned around with Dr. Weller behind her. They both left the room and Dr. Weller closed the door behind her, but not before giving me a quizzical look. After waiting a few moments, Akira looked at me and smiled in a way I hadn't seen before. She was grateful for the fall I took for her. Perhaps she felt something for me, too. Maybe I was more to her than just a pair of testicles and a penis; maybe I was somebody that she felt she could trust and confide in. Or perhaps I was only seeing things that I wanted to see. I couldn't really be sure at the time. Even though her finger wasn't anywhere near the buttons on her wrist remote, I still felt a small degree of fear from Akira, but it wasn't the same kind of fear I felt from Dr. Miller. Akira wanted a primal, basic human need: sexual contact. Dr. Miller was much more concerned with the more practical thing: sperm collecting and distribution for repopulation. This isn't to say that Akira wasn't concerned for aiding in the repopulation of the world, she definitely was. But Akira seemed to embrace more of what it meant to be human: to feel lust, to feel pleasure, to be wanted, to be alive. My favorite Japanese doctor hugged my naked body when she felt it was safe to do so. I was a little worried when she wrapped her arms around me because I didn't want her to press any buttons on her wrist remote by accident. Fortunately, this didn't happen. I wrapped my arms around her and returned the affection in spades. We stayed like this for a while before she stood up and told me that she had to go look for Kristine, one of Dr. Miller's scouts. Kristine was given the task of leading a small team of scouts to gather men's clothing, as well as anything else that might prove useful. Akira took her leave and my eyes were once again locked on her ass as she walked away. Damn, it was so perfect! I felt a little sad when she closed the door behind her. I couldn't see it wiggle anymore. I sat on the bed for about five minutes before I felt confident enough to stand. My legs felt like rubber at first, but once the blood started flowing normally through my veins I began to take baby steps around the edge of the room. I pressed a hand against the wall as I made my way to keep my balance. I walked like this for twenty minutes before I was able to walk normally again for the first time in 281 years. There was a single large window in the room with what appeared to be a segmented metal sheet just outside it. The glass of the window was very thick and the metal sheet was like a curtain of sorts. A small metal plate was fixed on the wall next to the window. The metal plate had two buttons on it that were marked "up" and "down." I pressed the "up" button and the metal sheet slowly lifted itself up. What I saw was nothing less than shocking! There were countless buildings and skyscrapers off in the distance (and even a few that were rather close to the CDC). Many windows of these buildings were broken and had black scorch marks trailing up from them. Clearly there were many fires all over this area. No doubt most were caused by looters in the wake of the Y-Virus. The road I could see from my window had no cars traveling along it. The cars there were stationary and abandoned (if not flipped over into ditches, torched, or crashed into other cars and structures. These were most likely driven by men that died while driving). The cars looked like they hadn't moved in ages and were rusted all over. There were, however, a few large vehicles that were hovering and flying off in the distance. Dr. McFlarghan did mention that I was brought here to Georgia via hover vessel. It was amusing to me, the fact that there were both terrain vehicles and hover vehicles used by people before all hell broke loose. As I looked out the window I couldn't help but ponder what kind of chaos existed in the world I saw before me. What were the women out there doing? I knew it wouldn't be safe for me. There could still be traces of the Y-Virus out there. And even if there wasn't, there were still members of the Black Widow Society that would probably kill me as soon possible. Also, I had no earthly idea what kind of technology could exist out there (that is, if it still existed). Perhaps there were starving women out there so desperate for food that they'd kill you for the canned spaghetti in your backpack. I couldn't know any of this . . . and the unknown can be terrifying. The Y-Virus Ch. 04 The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Four: The Tour I lost track of how long I was staring through my window. It wasn't until there was a knock on my door that I turned my attention away from it. "Yes. Who is it?" "Dr. Nancy Weller, microbiologist; and Kristine Lane, armed forces. We have some clothes here for you, Mr. Barber." A voice replied. "Come in." I was beyond caring to cover myself up at this point. Every part of my body was already seen and inspected by now. Two women came into the room carrying cardboard boxes. I recognized Dr. Weller, but I'd never seen the other woman before. She had a rather husky build and was able to carry two boxes of clothes easy. The women put the boxes on the floor next to my bed and opened them. Dr. Weller was a woman that I'd later learn to be fifty-four. She aged rather gracefully, but, in my opinion, was average in appearance. She only looked at my genitals for a brief moment. She had a professional demeanor similar to Dr. Miller, yet she didn't seem to carry it into every aspect of her job. Over time I would become rather fond of her, not sexually, but in the sense that she was sort of like a mother figure to most of the people inside the CDC. Kristine Lane, on the other hand, wore military fatigues with a holster on her belt that housed what appeared to be some kind of laser pistol. Akira told me that she was one of Dr. Miller's scouts and she certainly had the look of a woman who knew how to survive in any situation. She paused for a moment when she saw me. Her eyes widened. I knew I was the first man she'd seen in nearly three years, but, judging from her appearance, I didn't think she was interested in men. She had short brown hair and, to put it bluntly, she looked like a lesbian to me with her butch stature. When she looked at my crotch I could tell she had some interest in my body. In truth, Kristine was bisexual. I couldn't help but notice both these women wearing the same wrist remote that Akira wore. I was still surprised even though Akira told me that all the women wore one. Dr. Weller helped remove the medical electrodes from my body and handed them to Kristine. Afterwards, I rummaged through the boxes and most of the clothes were either too big or too small. I did end up finding two pairs of shorts, a pair of blue jeans, four shirts, sox, and some boxer shorts I could fit into. I put on a pair of boxers, the blue jeans, and a black t-shirt with two small white stripes running across the chest. Dr. Weller said, "Now that that's been taken care of, I've been charged with the task of giving you a tour of the CDC and all the quarantined areas that are safe for you to be in. Would you follow me, please?" "Sure thing." I said. I followed Dr. Weller down the corridor with Kristine close behind. The corridor was well lit and very clean. We stopped in front of a door marked 85-D. She opened the door and informed me that this was the room where all the men will be thawed out from cryogenic stasis. It was a large room. There were six cryogenic chambers up against one wall. These chambers were guarded by two other women with laser rifles slung over their shoulders and wearing military fatigues much like Kristine's. Two of the chambers were empty and four were occupied by men I couldn't have known, but could see the faces of. Dr. Weller told me that the cryogenic chambers of the other sixteen men were located elsewhere in the building. In the middle of the room I saw the table where I'd been laid down the day before. Suddenly, I remembered having my balls examined by the testicle scanners here. I shuddered. Dr. Weller noticed my shutter and asked what was wrong. I simply said, "Nothing." After room 85-D, I was directed back to the hallway and was taken to a massive cafeteria. Apparently it was close to the end of a scheduled lunch period because there were five adult women sitting at different tables. Each of these women had a group of anywhere from six to nine young girls in their company. The girls ranged anywhere from three years old to twelve. When we entered the room, the women and girls turned and saw us. They all stopped eating and all eyes fell on me. I didn't know what to do. My brain just started working on some basic motor function, so I just lifted my hand . . . and waved. Almost all at once the younger girls stood from their chairs and ran up to me, but stopped at a distance of about ten feet when the adult women in the cafeteria told them to settle down. They were obviously excited, and yet nervous about me. I can only imagine what was going on in their minds. Dr. Weller spoke to the group of women and young girls in a clear voice, "Yes! Yes! Everyone calm down, please. We told you all that we'd show you a man as soon as we were able to do so. This is Mr. Ryan Barber. He's the first of twenty-two males we've been able to bring here. You won't see much of him, but we wanted you all to have the chance to see the truth: we have a chance to save humanity. There is light at the end of this dark tunnel." Dr. Weller allowed each of the women and girls to greet me. I smiled and said hello to each of them as they passed me in a single file line. The grown women were particularly emotional. Three of the five women even cried a little when they stood in front of me. They all reluctantly went back to finish their meals. They were so excited that it took longer for them to finish their food than it should have. Occasionally they would look over their shoulders at me before whispering amongst themselves. "I imagine you're quite hungry, am I right?" Dr. Weller said with some kindness. It was funny; I hadn't realized how hungry I was until she said something. "Yeah, I'm famished actually." "This way," Dr. Weller said with a gesture to the food storage room. Once inside, I saw scores of shelves stocked with canned food, dehydrated meals, and countless jugs and canteens of water. I asked Dr. Weller if the food and water had any chance of being contaminated with the Y-Virus. She assured me they couldn't have been. She said the food had been taken from bulk warehouses and tested in the lab for any trace of the virus by Dr. Miller and herself. The water had been filtered multiple times and also tested for the virus. I looked around at the thousands of cans and packets for a few minutes. I spotted a can of New England clam chowder and grabbed it (I don't know why, but it was the only thing that sounded appealing to me at the time). I sat in the cafeteria with my food. Dr. Weller and Kristine joined me. They both decided on chicken noodle soup. We began to talk more causally with one another as we ate. "Thanks for helping me, Dr. Weller." I said after a couple spoonfuls of chowder. "Helping you with what, my friend?" "You helped bring me out of stasis. A part of me was worried when I had the procedure done that I might never wake up. I just wanted to say that I appreciate your efforts, Dr. Weller." "You're welcome. And you can call me Nancy when were together like this." She smiled. "Thank you . . . Nancy." "I just wish I could figure out a way to make a vaccine to the virus. We came pretty close a few times, but to no avail." "You're too hard on yourself, Nancy," Kristine said, "Based on what I've heard around here, you've tried harder than anyone else to put an end to that crazy bitch's virus." "I don't like to brag, but . . ." Nancy said with a roll of her eyes and a shrug of her shoulders. I decided to ask Kristine a few questions. She was the first woman I'd seen that wasn't a doctor or scientist, and she stood out a lot for that reason. "Can I ask you a few things, Ms. Lane?" "Shoot." "Which branch of the military did you serve in, you know, before the shit hit the fan?" "U.S. Army, infantry, forty-ninth battalion. I was actually given my discharge papers a few weeks before the Y-Virus creeped its ugly head up." "Damn! What are the odds, huh?" I said. "No kidding. But if there's one thing the military taught me it's to always remain vigilant. I resolved to stay strong when I knew what was happening in the world. And now, I find myself working for another strong and vigilant woman: Dr. Miller." She raised a cup of water as if to give a toast. I raised my cup with her. "How many years did you serve in the army?" "Four years. General discharge," She said before having a spoonful of soup. "That's cool. I thought about joining the navy for a little while, but I really didn't want to separate myself from my girlfriend." "I can relate to that." Kristine said. "I had to leave my girlfriend Trisha behind when I joined the military. But we kept in touch via Tele-Link." Kristine and I continued talking for quite some time. She asked me about what the world was like in my time period, what jobs I worked before freezing myself, what my friends and family were like, etcetera. I asked her about what major events happened in the world since I was frozen, what kind of technology existed before the Y-Virus made its appearance, and what the world was like outside the CDC walls. She went into painstaking detail about the world outside my window once the other women and girls left the cafeteria (and waved 'goodbye' to me). Kristine told me about how most of the surviving women formed groups and tried to rebuild their own versions of civilization. Some were able to maintain their humanity with some difficulty; while others regressed into little more than violent beasts and wild animals (these were Kristine's choice of words, not mine). She explained that the rules of the outside world were now very different than the rules inside the CDC. It was hard for her to confess, but she found herself in hard situations where she had no choice but to kill a few women and even a teenage girl when they attempted to kill her and the scouts under her command, and steal their supplies. I could tell she didn't like talking about it, but she wanted me to know the truth of the new world and how dark it had become. Even though she was very tough and had no real choice, she still felt remorse for having to kill those other women. She made it crystal-clear to me that the structure, order, and comforts that we were all enjoying were mostly thanks to Dr. Miller's leadership and Dr. Weller's assistance and advice. They were the only two original scientists left (and in Dr. Miller's case, also a medical doctor) that worked in the CDC before the Y-Virus claimed the men of the world, and so, they took it upon themselves to lead inside these walls. No one who was granted permission to share in the protection of the facility could deny them the right to lead. They knew this building and the technology within better than anyone. If there was any hope for the future of the human race, it rested with the men's ability to produce sperm, and with Dr. Miller and Dr. Weller's small team of researchers to create a vaccine. When Kristine finished telling me all this, Nancy was writing in a notepad. I took notice of this and asked what she was writing. Nancy told me that she kept notes of all her ideas on how to create a potential vaccine. She said not to get my hopes up too easily, though. She hated to admit it, but she had nearly fifty different ideas and none of them worked yet. She informed me of the male tissue samples in the lab which were used to determine if a vaccine could work. I encouraged her in her note taking and she thanked me for my kind motivation. The truth was: she didn't need my encouragement. She knew the stakes all too well. She told me of how countless women had flooded into sperm banks immediately after the Y-Virus killed all the males, and about how all the male babies born still died from traces of the virus still lingering in the world. It was sad because the incubation period of the Y-Virus is six weeks, and so the baby boys died six weeks after birth. This made many women lose hope. The thought of millions of baby boys dying in their mother's arms was too dark and too powerful for me. But this also brought up another question. I asked Nancy, "If baby boys are still dying after the initial appearance of the virus, then what purpose would collecting my sperm serve now?" "Our plan is to allow women to become pregnant within the quarantined areas of this facility. They would have to agree to stay in our quarantine until they give birth. The male offspring will have to be kept in quarantine until we can give them a vaccine . . . assuming we can create one." "I see." "In addition, there are quite a few other quarantined areas in this part of the country. But the women in these other facilities don't have the means to gather and maintain cryogenic chambers, let alone the resources to revive men from stasis. Since this is the case, we'll be distributing some of the sperm samples to them in the hopes that maybe if they can create a vaccine before we do, they can start repopulating the earth straight away. This is why we'll need a steady supply from each of you boys while you're here." "That sounds like a dream job to me." I said with a devilish/boyish smile. Nancy curled her lips a little at the comment, but her voice didn't fully match the expression on her face when she said, "Maybe . . . maybe not." Dr. Weller finished her notes and soup. We gave the dishes to one of the women that worked as a volunteer in the CDC (later I'd learn her name was Tabitha, or "Tabby Cat" to most of the women in the building). She winked at me and I smiled back. I could tell she thought I was handsome, but I kept myself in check since she also wore a wrist remote. I thought she was kind of cute with her rust-colored hair and freckles that decorated the tops of her cheeks. I thought of the stereotypical farmer's daughter when I first saw her. The only thing she was missing was the ponytail and overalls. Nancy and Kristine led me to a few more rooms that were supply rooms and recreational areas for everybody to use. There was a Ping-Pong table, a library, a chessboard, a dozen other board games, and a few other amenities in the recreation room. She then showed me the generator room where all the power to run the facility came from. There were three other women in this room. Two wore military fatigues and, like the women in room 85-D, had laser rifles slung over their shoulders; the third woman was working hard on one of the dozens of generators. Nancy explained that there was enough power here to keep the CDC running efficiently for another eight to ten years, but they were glad to have somebody who knew how to fix and recharge them if needed. She whistled to the working woman. The working woman turned and waved to us, and, like the other females, became overwhelmed by the sudden presence of a male. She clearly wasn't expecting me or any other man to be here. Nancy gave her the same speech that was given to the other women and girls in the cafeteria. I greeted the woman working on the generator and learned her name was Amy Hocke. She was very nice, yet flabbergasted by my sudden appearance. I couldn't blame her in the slightest. After the usual pleasantries and greetings, we left the generator room and made our way to the decontamination chamber. The chamber was on the first floor, so we had to take an elevator to get there (we could've taken the stairs, but there was no need to). It was a large antechamber made of very thick glass. It rested between the main room where we stood and another separate room on the opposite end with double doors that lead into an unknown area . . . well, unknown to me. The decontamination chamber had multiple hoses running from every which way. She explained that the middle antechamber was where all people from outside the building had to be decontaminated of any trace of the Y-Virus. Hanging next to the door of the antechamber, facing us, was a sign with a biohazard symbol and bold letters painted neatly under the symbol. It read: NO MALES BEYOND THIS POINT I had no intention of ever disobeying the sign. Nancy didn't bother to point it out either. She knew it was all very obvious. She turned and led me out of the room. We walked down another series of corridors and passed a pair of other scientists along the way. They, of course, looked and smiled at me before talking amongst themselves in hushed tones and looking over their shoulders. I couldn't help but feel a little like a celebrity. When we reached the end of the final corridor, we turned right and I saw a short hallway that only extended about thirty feet or so. At the end of this corridor were two very large steel doors. Spray-painted onto these doors, with the help of large stencils and yellow paint, were the words: NO MALES BEYOND THIS POINT Y-VIRUS SAMPLES CONTAINED WITHIN Again, I didn't need any explanation. Nancy Weller just turned her head to me and said, "Need I say more?" "No, ma'am." "I didn't think so. But I should inform you that this is where Dr. Miller, Dr. Gorzinski, Dr. Stills, and I work to try and synthesize a vaccine to the virus." "Gotcha." "Come along," she made a gesture to me, "There's still more rooms I have to show you, including the most important room for you and the other men." With that she turned and walked back the way we came. I followed with Kristine next to me. We went back into the elevator and went up two floors. After passing a long hallway, we reached the first room Nancy wanted to show me on this floor, 30-C. Under the room's number were the words: Sperm Storage. She opened the door and there was another pair of female guards inside. Like the other guards, they carried laser rifles over her shoulders, but each also possessed a laser pistol in the holster of their belts. This room was noticeably cooler. Three freezers were located against the walls of the room, and a larger one sat in the middle of the room. Nancy told me about how the samples would be kept here, but that I, as well as the other men, won't be permitted to come inside here that much. She said that she was only showing me this particular room to show that our seed would be well tended to. There was no need for us to be in here . . . only our sperm. I put my hands up in mock surrender, "Hey, that's fine by me. To tell you the truth, I'm not so keen about being around other guys' jizz anyway." "Jizz?" Kristine asked behind me, "I take it that's a slang term for what they used to call it in your time?" "One of many." "Ah. I guess we learn something new every day." Kristine said with a shrug. After the sperm storage room, I was led down to the offices and quarters of the doctors and scientists. The offices had some high-tech equipment inside that I didn't know the function of, but Nancy did tell me there was once far more technology in these offices, yet many of these things were lost and unavailable after so many people died so suddenly from the Y-Virus. She told me about how even millions of women were killed when the virus came along, but not by the virus itself. They died in hover vessel, car, and hyper-jet crashes, or other various ways that involved men being at the wheel or controls of such things when the virus claimed their lives. The Y-Virus Ch. 04 There wasn't much to be shown in the offices, and so, Nancy directed me down the hall to the quarters of the doctors and scientists. There were dozens of rooms and each had the name of the doctor or scientist that had claim of that room. She told me that she couldn't really show me the insides of the quarters because they were private. I would only be allowed to enter if a staff member granted me permission to enter their quarters. I nodded in understanding. "Now that leaves us with only one area left to show you, and it's the most important room, or should I say 'rooms,' for you and the rest of the men." Nancy said with a knowing smile. Kristine chuckled under her breath with a hand over her mouth. I followed like before. Nancy brought me in front of a door marked: Sperm Harvesting. My heart started beating faster when I saw the words on the door. I remembered Akira mentioning that the scouts got their hands on some high-tech sex toys. Dr. Weller opened the door and we each walked in. Behind this door was a moderate-sized room. Against the far side sat a desk with a chair behind it and a couple chairs in front. The room itself had a hallway that extended to the left when you walked in. This hallway had three separate doors that were evenly spaced from one another. "Each of these rooms is pretty much identical." Nancy said as she led me down the sub-hallway. She showed me the rooms by starting at the end and working our way back to the door in which we came. The rooms were almost identical, like she said. In each room there was a very large screen that would hover against the wall when activated. There weren't any windows, but there was a small desk and a few chairs in each of these rooms. But the most striking feature about the rooms was the single machine sitting in the middle. They each had the same name printed on either side of the base: Orgasmanatrix 8000. They were clearly shaped for somebody to mount (kinda like a horse, but at a slightly more exaggerated upward incline so the person mounting the machine could see the large screen clearly without hurting their neck). There were straps and buckles for the person's arms, wrists, legs, thighs and waist. It was clear to me that these straps were added by the staff of the facility. There were a few closed compartments built into the machine as well. A thin, clear tube ran from the side of the machine and ended in what looked to be a black cap twisted onto a small glass jar. The jar rested in what resembled a cup holder in a car from my time period. But the most defining feature was the smooth, pink hole in the machine. It was made of a very soft, flesh-like material and located where a man's penis would be when mounting the machine. I knew, just looking at this device for a few seconds, what its purpose was and how it was used. Although, I'd also learn that this device had many surprises of its own in store for me. When we reached the third and final room I was surprised to see Akira Minoko inside and sitting on a chair next to the Orgasmanatrix. She had one of the side compartments open and had a case of micro-discs on her lap. She was putting one of the micro-disks into a slot in the machine when I walked in. She turned and smiled at me after pressing a couple buttons inside the compartment. The machine made a series of quick beeps when she pushed the last one. "Ryan, it's good to see you again." She stood and gave us all a formal bow (She was Japanese after all and it was her custom), "Nancy, how's the tour coming along?" "Very well," Nancy said as if she were talking to a friend rather than a colleague, "This is actually the end the tour, in fact. I wanted to save the best for last." "I don't blame you," Akira said, "I was just downloading some extra pornographic data to each of the machines." She patted the Orgasmanatrix. "Great!" Nancy said, "Extra data can't hurt." The machine gave three or four quick beeps in rapid succession. It finished downloading the contents of the micro-disc. Akira replaced the disc with another and repeated the process five more times until all the data from all the discs was downloaded onto the machine. Akira stood with the case of micro-disks in hand, "Well, do you think we should give this baby a test drive now that we have somebody who can test it?" She looked at me with a grin. "I think it would be a good idea," Nancy replied, "I just need to get the key to his TestiTracker from the queen bee." The three women chuckled at the reference to Dr. Miller as "queen bee." I was more than a bit nervous when I heard that I'd be testing the machine. I had no idea of what it was capable of. Nancy told the other two women to keep an eye on me before she left to get my key. Once Dr. Weller was gone, Akira gave me a mischievous smile that practically shouted, "That's right. I've got you now!" "Would you please disrobe for us, Ryan? We ought to have you secured to the machine by the time Nancy gets back." Akira said. I was a tiny bit shocked that I would have to get naked again, but the thought didn't bother me as much, especially after being violated by the XTC just the day before. I turned to face Kristine. She brought a finger up to her wrist remote and let it rest gently over the buttons. She crooked her neck to the side, as if to say, "Do you really wanna force me to do this?" I turned back to a smiling Akira. She tapped her foot on the floor with mock impatience. I couldn't deny the fact that the women had all the power in this place. I started to take my clothes off and thought about how I was naked in front of these women before. "Why should I even bother wearing clothes," I thought, but then remembered that there were younger people in the CDC as well. I took off my boxer shorts, folded all my clothes and put them on the small desk in the corner of the room. I noticed Kristine still had her finger over the buttons of her wrist remote. Once again, I felt like a dog wearing a shock collar. Akira walked over to the small desk as I put my clothes on it. She opened a drawer behind the desk and took out a small bottle of lubricant and a latex glove. She put on the glove and gave it a good 'snap' before going to the machine. She applied a liberal amount of lube to the pink hole of the Orgasmanatrix. After tending to the hole of the machine, she came up to me and lubricated my flaccid cock. Even though I was a little embarrassed and nervous, I did love the feeling of her hand on my dick. By the time I started to feel myself getting a little hard, she moved her hand away. She walked to the desk again and grabbed a series of medical electrodes of various sizes. She peeled off the film that coated the larger ones before placing them on my chest, left forearm, wrists and forehead. She still had two smaller ones, but didn't apply them just yet. "Now, if you'll just mount the Orgasmanatrix, we can get things underway." I obeyed without question. After putting my feet where they needed to be, I tried to put my penis into the designated hole, but it was a little difficult because I wasn't entirely hard yet. I told Akira that I was only able to get the head of my cock inside. She walked up to the machine, turned it on, and gently twisted a small nob. I felt a small amount of air pressure from inside the soft tube. The machine literally sucked my cock inside of it. "Wooo!" I uttered in surprise. When I finished mounting the machine I couldn't help but felt a little like a cowboy riding a horse from one of the old westerns I used to watch when I was a kid. Akira tightened the straps around my wrists first (she looked directly into my eyes and grinned), and then made her way to the others straps. I was immobilized with my cock inside this machine. I turned my head and saw Akira open one of the side compartments. She pulled out something that looked very much like the chrome appendage the XTC penetrated me with the day before. It even had a similar egg-shaped tip, but no camera. She must've noticed the look on my face and said, "For maximum prostate stimulation." Even though she seemed to enjoy tormenting me a little, something about her made me feel warm inside. I had no doubt my heart rate was being recorded by somebody somewhere. She reminded me a little of Sarah, but she was clearly different in more ways than one. She had a spark of true wanting and need in her eyes . . . not the sense of casual lust like Sarah had. This Japanese beauty was an enigma to me . . . and I soon found myself liking it! At first, I wasn't too eager to have another chrome tentacle up my ass in front of these women again, but then I remembered how good it felt when the XTC massaged my prostate. I did enjoy the feeling very much. I remembered, long before being cryogenically frozen, reading a medical journal about the pleasures and benefits of regular prostate massage. I tried to convince my girlfriend of the time, Sarah, to give me a kinky prostate exam (with a nurse roleplay involved), but she wasn't interested in the slightest. I never pressed the subject further after that. The prostate pleasure would be more than welcome, but now it was the humiliation that made me not want it as much. I could hear the 'click-click-ching-ching' as Akira attached the chrome appendage to the device directly behind my exposed ass. I braced myself because I knew what was coming next. Akira lubricated my asshole with her latex-gloved fingers. Once again, I shuddered from the coolness of the lube. She was as thorough as Dr. McFlarghan. I felt her slide her finger into me as far as possible. She made sure the inside of my anus was well lubricated. Before withdrawing her finger, she decided to have a little fun with me. She rubbed the tip of her finger all around my prostate. "Uuuuhh!" I moaned. It felt so damned good! Akira giggled. "Just checking." I could now hear Kristine chuckling a little. It was clear to me that even she was enjoying my predicament, although I couldn't see her because she was directly behind me. Akira kept massaging my prostate for a little while, and then slowly removed her finger from me. She now lubricated the new chrome-snake appendage and gently inserted it into my asshole. "Uuuuhh!" I moaned again as my ass was stuffed. After the metal tentacle was up my ass, I heard the door to the room open. I couldn't see them at first, but Nancy and Dr. Miller both entered the room together. Dr. Miller walked around the Orgasmanatrix and stopped directly in front of me. "Hello, Mr. Barber," She said formally, as if she didn't even notice that I was strapped naked onto a bizarre machine with a chrome tentacle up my ass, "As you know, we'll be testing the Orgasmanatrix 8000 on you today to determine its effectiveness. I've read about this particular machine back when it was simply viewed as a sex toy, and I have a good feeling that it'll help with our purposes in this facility. But we won't know for sure how well it'll work until we test it." I wanted to say something, anything. But the fact that every woman in this room had a wrist remote only encouraged me to keep silent. "I feel I owe it to you to describe the basic functions of this machine before we begin." I paid full attention to Dr. Miller as she spoke. "The Orgasmanatrix 8000 is capable of monitoring your heart rate and brain activity while various categories of pornographic material are displayed on the monitor behind me. The machine will be able to sort out the material that you find most erotic based on your brain activity and heart rate. It will then display more and more footage based on your sexual preferences. The sheath in which your penis is currently inside will restructure itself to fit the material on the monitor. For example: if you are more inclined to anal sex, the machine's sheath will form the physical structure of an anus; if you're more inclined to vaginal intercourse, the sheath will take the physical form of a vagina, etcetera. The sheath will do all the stroking. "The probe inside your anus is designed for optimal prostate stimulation during the course of the machine's primary function. I should also inform you that this particular Orgasmanatrix isn't set for quick sexual release, although that function is possible. The machine is set for optimal sperm production which includes a tease and denial function. This allows your testicles to produce a greater amount of sperm before orgasm occurs." I realized now more than ever that I might be over my head with the technology of the future world. Dr. Miller turned to Nancy, "Dr. Weller, you may remove to TestiTracker from Mr. Barber." I felt Nancy's hand gently take hold of my balls. She pressed something against the device and the metal opened itself. My testicles were free, but the rest of me wasn't. "Dr. Minoko," Dr. Miller continued, "you may apply the testicle stimulators to Mr. Barber now." I could now feel Akira's hands put a wide elastic band around my scrotum that effectively pulled my balls away from the rest of my body, yet was soft enough, and loose enough, not to cut off any circulation to my precious stones. After this was done I could feel her put the two smaller electrodes on my scrotum (one over each testicle). Dr. Miller moved out of the way so I could see the monitor more clearly before she turned it on. The screen lifted itself and hovered a couple feet off the ground. The screen was sixty inches. "Dr. Minoko, please activate the Orgamanatrix 8000." "Yes, doctor." Akira said with a slight trace of cheerfulness in her voice. She gave me a smile that made me think of her as a naughty fairy when she pushed the power button. The monitor in front of me displayed the word: LOADING After the initial loading sequence was finalized, the logo for the Orgasmanatrix 8000 was onscreen. After the logo disappeared, there was a sudden display of porn on the monitor. The first depiction was quite typical: a man and woman having sex in the missionary position. Both the man and woman were very attractive. The machine kept track of my heart and brain activity as the monitor switched over to the next scene. It was a cliché of porn: a pizza delivery guy getting blown by a woman that "wanted extra sausage." I didn't really get any more excited when I saw this. The only reason I was getting harder was because the woman sucking the man off was very attractive, and the machine still had a little suction going on inside the sleeve where my cock was trapped . . . but I was confident the machine could tell the difference between intentional and unintentional erections. The next few images came onscreen: a man fucking a woman doggy-style (pretty nice in my opinion), a couple having sex outdoors (also nice, but nothing too special), a pair of lesbians having sex as one fucked the other with a strapon (also very nice). The depictions got gradually hotter and hotter until my deepest and darkest desires started to show up on screen for these women to see. A man was crawling on his hands and knees as a woman in revealing dominatrix garb spanked his ass with a riding crop. In the next clip, a man was ordered by his mistress to lick her asshole as she sat on his face (he obeyed without question and thanked her for the privilege). The next clip had a male slave being fucked in the ass by his mistress with a strapon. She said it was his punishment for disobeying her orders. He was moaning in ecstasy while she fucked his ass, much like how I was now moaning from being fucked by the chrome tentacle (The bulbous tip rubbed itself against my prostate in time with what was depicted on the monitor). "Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh!" My prostate was given the workout of a lifetime. There were plenty more clips depicting scenes of femdom, ass worship, sexy nurses giving prostate exams, a few images of women getting fucked in costume, and a couple clips of men having their balls squeezed by a dominatrix. Even I was surprised when I started to feel sexual excitement from the images of ballbusting and cock and ball torture. The women in the room where trying to stifle their giggles when they saw my sexual interests on the screen. Once again, only Dr. Miller seemed to be able to keep her composure. "Settle down, ladies!" Dr. Miller ordered. "Yes doctor," The other women said. The monitor settled on a video clip of a dominatrix fucking her slave. The slave was on his back and tied helplessly in a spread-eagle position on a large bed. She rode him furiously while occasionally reaching behind to squeeze his balls which were tied and pulled away from his body. She demanded, "Give it to me, slave! Give me your load . . . or do I gotta squeeze it out of you?" When I felt my orgasm approaching, the machine stopped its stroking of my cock. It kept me from going over the edge of release. After coming down from my excitement a bit, the small electrodes that were placed on my testicles started to vibrate on their own. It felt good and I'd learn afterwards that the electrodes had two purposes; to stimulate my balls, and to monitor the amount of sperm in them. When they stopped vibrating, the machine started to stroke me again in sync with the sexual depictions on the monitor. This process was repeated four or five times. I couldn't take much more of this tease and denial. It was heavenly torture! "Please, Dr. Miller, let me come! I can't take it anymore!" I begged. "Not just yet, Mr. Barber. The machine will determine when you're ready." She said without a trace of sympathy in her voice. "Uuuuuuhhh!" I moaned in desperation for release. A minute later the machine started to stroke my cock with inhuman speed. Its new mission was to finish me off (thank God). The machine kept me near the edge until the slave on the monitor filled his mistress with his cum. The machine was extremely accurate and forced me to orgasm at the exact moment he did. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!" I shouted in ecstasy. I could see my cum being drawn through the thin, clear tube and into the small glass jar. The machine used air pressure to get every drop of my semen into the jar. I have to admit that, despite being exhausted, I was very impressed with the amount of cum I released from my balls. Once all my semen was forced into the small jar, Dr. Weller took it to the sperm storage room after putting a new cap on it. Akira was given the task of cleaning and sanitizing the Orgasmanatrix, as well as attaching a new jar to the receptacle. Dr. Miller put the TestiTracker back on my balls before releasing me from my bonds. Kristine Lane helped lift me from the machine by putting one of my arms over her shoulder. She brought me back to ward 408. Dr. Miller followed close behind us with my clothes. After I was helped onto my bed, I addressed Dr. Miller in exhaustion, "Please, I have . . . more questions." For the first time Dr. Miller seemed to have a spark of humanity in her eyes when she looked at me, "I'll clarify as much as I can for you, Mr. Barber. Ask away." "There was . . . another empty cryo-chamber . . . in 85-D. Who else . . . was awakened?" She paused for a moment to consider what I'd said, "The man you're referring to is named Keith Morrell, according to our records. He was revived from cryogenic stasis approximately four hours after you were. He's in ward 410 as we speak, resting as he needs to do. I can't stress enough that you need to give him time to rest. You'll be given the chance to meet him tomorrow." "What about Akira—Dr. Minoko? . . . I'd like to talk to her." "When she's finished cleaning the Orgasmanatrix I'll send her to you. But if there's anything you want to discuss or talk about, I'll give you my best answers." She said. The Y-Virus Ch. 04 I told her that I couldn't think of anything at the moment, only that I wanted to talk to Akira. She nodded and told me to rest. She ordered Kristine to stand guard outside my room, as well as the room of this Keith Morrell person. His room was next to mine so it was easy for her to guard both. Kristine saluted Dr. Miller when she was given the order, and then both women left me alone in my room. I lay on the bed looking at my new clothes. I thought about putting my clothes back on, but after looking out the window I saw that the sun was setting. I felt tired not just from being milked by the Orgasmanatrix, but also because it was getting late. I chose not to put my clothes back on because I admit that I enjoy sleeping in the nude. I drew the bed sheet over my naked body and took a little nap while waiting for Akira. I was on the verge of entering a dream when I felt a hand gently shake my shoulder. I awoke to the sight of Akira standing over me. She looked divine. "Dr. Miller said you wanted to see me." "Oh. Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about some things." "What things?" I told her that I wanted to know more about her past. She seemed a little surprised at first. I think she was expecting me to ask questions related to the Y-Virus or the world outside the CDC. To tell the truth, I wanted to get to know her better so that I could hopefully establish a connection of some kind. I was attracted to her and wanted the opportunity to build something that could hopefully one day turn into a relationship (or what could be considered a relationship in this new world). My chances were very, very good considering I was the only male in the facility that was awake. The best time was now. I think she understood the main reason I wanted to see her. She was a very smart woman after all and gave me a knowing look. We talked about many different things: our past, what jobs we used to have, what our friends and family were like, the crazy things we did in high school, etcetera. Akira was very interested in knowing about my previous relationships. I told her about what happened between my ex-girlfriend Sarah and my best friend David. She offered her sympathies and condolences. I was thinking of asking her more about her ex-boyfriend, Kyle, but stopped myself because I remembered her saying that he died right in front of her when the Y-Virus first appeared. I didn't want to bring up old wounds. I was tired, but we talked and laughed together for a few hours. When I was around Akira, I couldn't bring myself to let fatigue govern my time with her. She made me feel alive! Even though I felt very embarrassed that she now knew what my kinks were, she was gracious enough not to bring up the subject matter of what was displayed on that monitor. After laughing together for a few hours, Akira noticed that I was yawning more frequently. She urged me to get some rest, but I begged her to stay with me a few minutes longer. She agreed to stay, but told me that she didn't want to catch any heat from Dr. Miller by keeping me up. I cared for Akira and didn't want to get her in a scuffle with her superior. Eventually she did have to take her leave. When she did, I, once again, couldn't look away from her ass when she walked. She knew that I was an 'ass-man' and swayed her hips a little more than she used to. She was teasing me . . . and liking it. I would've gotten a boner if I wasn't so worn out from my bout with the Orgasmanatrix. She smiled back at me before closing my door, and said, "Goodnight, Ryan." "Goodnight, Akira." I fluffed up my pillow and quickly fell asleep. I began to dream about Akira. We were both naked and alone in a forest somewhere. Thin rays of sunlight pierced through the canopy of the trees and fell upon her flawless porcelain skin. She was perfect; everything was perfect. We lay on the grass with our backs up against a moss-covered tree. We shared fruit and good laughter. I didn't want the dream to end, but, like all dreams, it would. I awoke the next morning to the sight of Nancy Weller and Dr. McFlarghan standing in my room. The Y-Virus Ch. 05 The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Five: New Friends, a Mission, and a Dream I wasn't all that surprised when I saw Nancy and Dr. McFlarghan in my room the next morning. Dr. McFlarghan looked amused by something. At first I didn't know what. I lifted my head from my pillow and looked down. I quickly realized what it was that interested her so much. I had a full-fledged morning erection that pitched a tent in my bed sheet. I sat up in my bed and adjusted myself. "Good morning, Mr. Barber," Said Nancy, "I thought I'd stop by to give you a morning report." "Yeah," I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, "what's up?" Nancy lifted one of the tablet devices and scanned over it. "Well, since you've been asleep we've managed to thaw two additional men aside from Keith Morrell. These new men are resting in their wards as we speak, and Keith is having breakfast in the cafeteria. If you want, we can escort you there to meet him." "Sure, why not? Just let me get changed first." "There are a few other matters I ought to inform you about first." She continued to look over the tablet. "What is it?" "First, we've managed to extend our lines of communication to nearly every corner of the globe. Just last night we've been able to reach certain areas of South America and Australia. With the help of our remaining translation programs, I can say with confidence that, after tallying the reported numbers, there are little more than eight thousand men either in cryogenic stasis or recently thawed from stasis." "That's good news I take it." "Yes, indeed. But we all hoped there'd be more men than that." She continued after pressing her finger against the tablet screen, "Second, we've intercepted a secret transmission from the Black Widows a few hours ago. They made the mistake of not encoding the transmission before sending it across North America. Perhaps it was the mistake of a younger, inexperienced member of their group. Anyway, we've learned from the transmission that Mirinda Freeborne has recently left Seattle, Washington and is on her way to Vancouver, British Columbia, West Canada. She's most likely there by now." "West Canada?" I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, that's right. You don't know about it. A civil war broke out in Canada in 2237. The country divided into East and West Canada two years later when the war ended." This piece of information shocked me. I visited Canada a few times before I was frozen and it always had a relaxed and easygoing feel when I was there. The people were some of the friendliest and most patient I'd ever known. But then again, a lot can happen to a country and its people over the span of two hundred years. Nancy Weller continued her report about Mirinda Freeborne, "Since we have good reason to believe she's there, we'll be sending Kristine Lane and seven others with military experience on a search and reconnaissance mission to verify the truth. They'll be taking a pair of hover vessels this afternoon and should arrive in Vancouver in two days. We've also given Kristine and her party permission to kill Mirinda Freeborne if possible. Dr. Miller wants Ms. Freeborne brought to her alive more than anything, but she knows that's unlikely to happen. The primary mission of Kristine's party is to retrieve information above all. We don't want any of our people to risk their lives unnecessarily. Life is too precious now." I nodded in agreement. "Third, normally I won't be the one to give you morning reports like this. The reason I'm doing so today is because I thought it would be better for you to hear some of this stuff from a familiar face. Mary here," She made a gesture to Dr. McFlarghan, "will be assigned to give you the reports of anything important going on hereafter." Mary and I looked at each other and smiled before I turned back to Nancy. "There are two setbacks that we face in our attempt to repopulate the earth: first, a small number of the men brought back from stasis might be infertile; second, some of the men might be gay, as is the case with Keith Morrell. Infertility is obviously the bigger problem of the two. But in the case of some men being gay, we'll just have to rely on them providing sperm samples by means of masturbation or the Orgasmanatrix." "I won't lie to you, Ryan," Mary McFlarghan added, "some of the women were depressed when they learned Keith is gay . . . at least the ones that volunteered beforehand to reproduce with him by means of traditional sexual intercourse." Nancy continued to explain that since the women in the facility hadn't been with any men in a long time, many volunteered to reproduce "the old-fashioned way." The men, of course, had the right to refuse if they wanted. She told me that Dr. Miller wouldn't force us to have sex with anyone we didn't want to, but it also worked both ways. If a woman in the facility didn't want to have sex with a thawed male, then she didn't have to either. The only thing set in stone was for us men to produce as much sperm as possible. I remembered Akira telling me that she couldn't have sex with me for a certain amount of time by order of Dr. Miller. I was a little nervous bringing it up, but I worked up the courage to ask Nancy how many women volunteered to have sex with me for the purpose of procreation. Mary blushed and giggled at the question. "Well, Mr. Barber," Nancy spoke to me but her eyes were on Mary, "Dr. McFlarghan here for one." I joined Mary in her blushing as we looked at each other. "Akira Minoko has volunteered, as well as Amy Hocke, Tabitha "Tabby Cat" Dole, and . . . Dr. Alexis Miller." "Dr. Miller?!" I nearly choked. At first I didn't believe she would've volunteered to have sex with anyone. She composed herself much too conservatively. "You have the right to refuse if you wish, Ryan," Dr. Weller reminded me. Truth be told, I had no intention of refusing sex with Akira, Mary or Dr. Miller. They were all very beautiful women, and I found Akira to be beautiful in more ways than one. I only saw Tabitha ("Tabby Cat") for a brief moment the day before. She worked in the cafeteria and was cute in her own way. I had no time to talk to her, so I didn't know what she was like. At the time I only had her looks to judge her by. Amy Hocke was a bit average in appearance, but very friendly. I liked her company despite how brief it was. I could envision myself having sex with Tabby Cat and Amy without a problem. I liked them . . . but I didn't have the same feelings for them that I was developing for Akira. This was a lot for me to take in. I found myself with a literal waiting list of women who wanted to have sex with me. Nothing like this could've ever possibly happened to me in my own time (unless maybe if I were a rock star, Hollywood celebrity, or porn star). True, it was for the sake of the survival of the human race, but it still seemed a bit unreal to me. I half expected this whole thing to be some kind of vivid dream and I would wake up just moments before having sex with Akira—such is my luck with most of my erotic dreams. I told Nancy I wouldn't refuse sex with any of them. She nodded and told me to hurry up and get dressed. Keith, the other man, would probably be finished with his breakfast soon. She did want me to meet him. I got out of bed, naked and erect, and picked up my clothes. Mary tried to keep her composure when she saw my genitals and ass again. I could feel her eyes move over me as I dressed. "If you'll follow us, Ryan, we'll take you to the cafeteria. Keith should still be there." Mary said in her lovely Scottish accent. Her voice reminded me of a soft and gentle brook. I followed the women to the cafeteria. When I got there a man was sitting down at one of the far tables. There were three women sitting at the table with him (Tabby Cat was one of them). They were in the middle of a conversation I couldn't hear. Tabby Cat noticed us walking in. She waved and shouted, "Hey y'all." "Hey Tabby," Mary said as Keith and the other women turned their attention to us, "we've got Ryan here. Can we get him some breakfast?" "Sure thing," She smiled and walked up to me. "Whatcha want, Ryan? I can make ya some grits if'n ya want. We got oatmeal if'n ya want that instead . . . or maybe somethin' simple, like cereal?" "Oatmeal sounds good." I said. She was clearly happy that I was there. Thanks to Nancy I now knew that Tabby Cat was hoping for me to give her a child. She had the cutest dimples in her cheeks when she smiled at me. She turned and went into the kitchen area. Dr. Weller led me to Keith's table. Nancy formally introduced the two of us and we shook hands. "Hello there," He said. "Dr. Miller told me a little about you." I could tell he was gay from his lisp and mannerisms (not that I had a problem with a person's sexual orientation). We talked for a long while. He told me about how he was a struggling artist in his time. His financial troubles were the main reason he chose to freeze himself. I explained to him that my reason for doing it was similar to his, except I wasn't an artist. We kept talking even as I ate. It didn't take long for me to decide that Keith was an okay guy. He never tried to seduce me in any way, so I felt pretty comfortable around him. We quickly became friends. The women sitting at the table with us were mostly quiet because they wanted to hear about our experiences in the past. They probably saw this as an extraordinary opportunity to not only get to know a few men (a rare commodity), but to also learn about the distant past from two people who were actually there. Keith froze himself about seventy years after I did. We had plenty to learn from one another, as did the women listening. After talking for about an hour, Kristine Lane and her crew came into the cafeteria for an early lunch. I didn't know how long she'd be gone with her crew, or even if she'd come back at all. I wished her the best of luck and a safe, quick return. She thanked me for my concern and, after saying goodbye to her girlfriend Trisha and some of her closest friends, took the remaining time she had to get to know Keith and I better. After Kristine and her crew left for their mission, Nancy told Keith that he needed to be given a tour of the facility. "Are you gonna give him the same ending you and Dr. Miller gave me?" I joked. Nancy laughed a little, "As a matter of fact, yes. We need his help as much as yours." Keith had a confused look on his face. I could only bring myself to wish him luck. Dr. Weller told Keith they would begin his tour of the CDC whenever he was ready. He said goodbye to me, shook my hand, and said he'd see me around. I wished him luck and told him not to be too concerned with the end of the tour. I assured him he would be fine. Judging from the look on Nancy's face she didn't want me to mention the Orgasmanatrix 8000. I knew the doctors of the facility loved it when the men were surprised by what the machine was capable of. I admit that I was probably an amusing sight for them when I was hooked up to the machine. Keith, Nancy, and a female guard left the cafeteria to begin the tour. I finished my oatmeal with the company of Tabby Cat, Mary McFlarghan, and a few other women that volunteered around the facility. We all talked and joked about this and that. These women definitely wanted something to smile about. After three years of not knowing whether the human race would continue to exist, who could blame them? The world had become such a dark and depressing place; there was no question humor was almost as rare as men. We soon found ourselves laughing about anything and everything. Even the stupidest things seemed to make us chuckle together. Mary was given the tablet before Nancy left the cafeteria. She looked over it and said that I was scheduled to give a sperm sample in about twenty minutes. "Do I have to be hooked up to the Orgasmanatrix again?" "Yes. Dr. Miller's orders," She said brightly. "But you will be allowed to masturbate manually later this evening if you prefer. You might even be allowed to choose the exact time." I was embarrassed—yet again—at how openly the doctors of this place talked about my sperm and other sexual activities. They went from laughing about my workplace antics of nearly three hundred years ago to giggling about my required rape at the hands of the Orgasmanatrix. They looked at one another trying to hide their smiling mouths with their hands. Fifteen minutes later I found myself back in the room with the machine. This time, however, I was in the room with Mary. Overseeing my milking was Dr. Miller, of course. Mary did most of the manual labor: lubing the machine and my ass, attaching the metal probe, tying my limbs down, releasing my balls from the TestiTracker, etcetera. Dr. Miller spent most of the time typing something—I don't know what—on a separate tablet. She pressed a final button on the tablet and the monitor flicked on. Many similar images were splayed onscreen to those of the day before. Plenty of BDSM with femdom as a common theme mixed in. The machine had teased me mercilessly for what felt like half an hour. My cock was treated to simulated vaginal, anal, and oral sex. Once again I begged Dr. Miller to let the machine finish me off . . . she refused. No surprise there. The machine read my bodily signals perfectly and increased its stroking to the appropriate speeds at the appropriate times. I quickly developed a love/hate relationship with this wicked thing. I felt my balls begin to tighten and pull themselves up to my pelvis. My orgasm was imminent. "Aaaaaahhhh!" I shouted as I fed my seed into the Orgasmanatrix. My sperm were once again drawn through the clear tube and into the small glass jar. Mary took the jar to the necessary storage room but not before patting my bare ass a few times while Dr. Miller's attention was drawn away to her tablet. Alexis Miller put the TestiTracker back on my scrotum before helping me off the machine and onto a chair. She rubbed my shoulder slowly and told me to take deep breaths. After regaining most of my strength, I clothed myself again. When I was able to leave the room with Alexis Miller escorting me, I saw Keith and Dr. Weller coming down the corridor. Keith looked at me with obvious concern. When I was a few feet away I said, "Perhaps you'll love and hate it, too." I forced myself to smile a little in a feeble attempt to put him at ease. I don't think it worked. He was taken to a different room than the one I was just in (the machine I used needed to be thoroughly sanitized). Alexis led me back to my room and, once there, thanked me for cooperating. "I realize this entire situation is not something you've asked for, Mr. Barber. But you have to understand our position. We need you and the other men to do what is required of you. I promise things will get easier over time. I daresay your body will become more accustomed to the Orgasmanatrix the more you use it." "I don't know about that," I said with a tiny bite in my voice, "that thing is ridiculous." Dr. Miller looked at me for the first time with genuine concern. I might even call it sympathy. Other times before I couldn't really tell if she felt anything for anybody, but now it was undeniable . . . she had some limits to her duty-bound demeanor. "I'll tell you what: after you meet your initial quota, I'll reduce the duration of the tease and denial function by forty percent. I'll do the same for the other men, too. I want you to understand that I'm only doing these things to help ensure the future of the human race. I don't know for sure what that future might be, but at least it'll be a future." "And what about this thing you have on my balls? How long will I have to wear it? How long will it be before I've earned your trust and the trust of the other women here? I think I've proved, to some degree, that I'm not a violent person." I said all this with a hint of indignation. I expected Alexis to become hostile towards my tone of voice. I cringed a little when I envisioned her raising a finger to the buttons of her wrist remote. I made an effort to pull back any sign of aggression. I was relieved when she didn't press any buttons, but instead continued in a voice much softer than what I was used to hearing. "I understand you're upset about that. But you must allow us, the women of this facility, to determine the truth of that. For the record: I don't think you're a violent person, but I need to ensure the safety of everyone else here. I can only ask you to be patient. "Dr. Weller and I, as well as the rest of the research team, are working very hard on a vaccine to the Y-Virus; I promise you that. If we can manage to create a stable vaccine things will change for us all. Things will slowly—very slowly—fall into place and reach some form of normalcy once we can shield men from the virus." "Well . . ." I started but paused suddenly to gather my thoughts about what she said, ". . . I can only say that I have no intention of hurting anybody. I hope you ladies have some success soon because I don't think us guys will want to stay cooped up inside a building like this forever. I'm not trying to sound like an asshole or anything; I just want you to look at the situation from my perspective. I think the other men will soon agree and share the same perspective." "Believe me, Mr. Barber, I've tried my best to put myself in your shoes. I understand your grievances, truly. I just want you to try and understand the situation from our perspective, also. We need to be sure the other men we thaw out aren't homicidal maniacs or rapists. And if they are, we'll at least have a way to keep them from hurting anybody." "I hear you," I said not quite looking at her, "Akira told me pretty much the same thing. But do you know what it's like to live with the knowledge that you can be shocked at any given time? Perhaps even by accident? I feel more like a dog than a man." "Again, I apologize. But I can only ask you to be patient." After a while of pondering the situation from every angle I decided to nod my acceptance of the position I was in. I wasn't all that happy about it. And I knew Dr. Miller knew that. Alexis brought her tablet up and looked over it while occasionally flashing her eyes at me. Soon it looked like she was doing a math problem in her head. Her eyes returned to me before saying: "I don't know if anybody has told you, but there are some women that have volunteered to have conventional—traditional—sex with you." "I've been told." "Well, I admit this isn't easy to say, but I'm one of the women that have volunteered." Her cheeks flushed and grew pink for the first time. I could feel my own face grow warm with blood when she brought this topic up. I decided that it was best not to admit to having knowledge of her volunteering. I didn't want Nancy to have any conflict with Alexis Miller. If they fought with one another it would only mean a delay in a vaccine being developed. "I didn't . . . I mean . . . you mean . . . you and me . . ." Alexis shook her head. "I'm only willing if you're willing. You won't be required to do it if you don't want to." Her expression over the time of her little speech started to resemble more humanistic traits than just the formal doctor that I'd known to this point. I now began to understand what Akira said about Dr. Miller. "We're actually more alike than you realize, Mr. Barber. Perhaps you'll understand more of what I mean later. I just want you to come to grips with the fact that things don't have to be as bad as you see them. Things may seem pretty trivial and unnecessary at times, but if we can come to a common understanding of the reality of the situation, then I have no doubt that things will work out for everyone. The Y-Virus Ch. 05 "I want order above all. You haven't the slightest idea what the world is like outside these walls. Only if you could live in that world for a few days would you truly come to understand it. Chaos reigns above everything and that's not any way to live. Human beings need structure. I admit I can sometimes go a little overboard, but the mode of structure that exists here is heaven compared to what goes on outside, I can assure you of that." I knew I had no right to argue against what she was saying. I didn't know much about the world outside the CDC except what I could see from the window of ward 408 and what was explained to me by Akira and Kristine Lane. "I suppose your right." I admitted after a moment's thought. "Perhaps I can only ask you to return the favor when the time comes. Be patient with us." "I'll do my best but I can't make any promises regarding the other ladies. I can only say that I trust their good judgment. Trust is another thing you'll find more frequently inside these walls than what you'll find outside." Dr. Miller and I exchanged words about trust and what constituted "reasonable trust" for a while longer. I made a point of keeping my emotions in check for fear of having my balls shocked. After this minor digression we returned to the topic of sex. "Why did you choose me to have sex with? Why not somebody else? Why anybody? Couldn't you have just taken one of our samples and used an applicator of some kind, or something like that?" "I'm not unlike most women, Mr. Barber. I'm surprised that you seem surprised. I'm heterosexual, I've been without masculine contact for years, I found you to be one of the more handsome men in stasis (I blushed a little when she said this), I've lost my husband and son in the wake of the Y-Virus and want to take this opportunity to try and start over again. Most of the women who volunteer want to start over again. Admittedly, they also do it out of a sense of duty to preserve the human race, but they also want to rebuild what was lost to them. I can't blame them for feeling this way because I feel it too." I understood what she said and what she was feeling to a certain degree, but I never had sex with anybody I didn't love . . . or at least have strong feelings for. I confess that I, like most people, fantasized about having sex with certain celebrities or porn stars based on the simple fact that they were incredibly beautiful. These feelings of sexual lust were just that: lust and nothing more. "I can sympathize with the notion of starting over." I said. "I froze myself because I also wanted to start over. I just never thought starting over would entail this. This is kinda like hitting a reset button in the most extreme way." Images of Dr. Miller and I having sex danced across my mind's eye as I spoke. "Indeed," She said, "but I should also give you an idea of what your upcoming schedule will look like." "Schedule?" "Yes. In order to ensure that the women here don't run the risk of becoming pregnant all at the same time, we've developed a schedule." She tapped a few buttons on her tablet. ". . . I've allowed Dr. Minoko to be the first woman you'll impregnate. Two days after she's been successfully impregnated you'll be scheduled to have sex with me. Three days after that: Dr. McFlarghan. You'll be set to impregnate Dr. Minoko after you meet the initial quota of sperm samples . . . assuming you agree to have sex with those who've volunteered." "Nancy—Dr.Weller told me about my option. I'd be crazy to refuse." Alexis looked at me with a knowing grin when I said this. She knew all too well that most sane straight men wouldn't refuse sex, even with average-looking women. I couldn't believe that I was being handed a new sex life and that it would be scheduled (at least for the most part, I'd later learn). Alexis continued, "You'll have to wait two months before you're allowed to impregnate Ms. Tabitha Dole and Ms. Amy Hocke. We simply can't afford to have all the volunteering women to reach the end of their nine months at the same time. Such a thing could be disastrous if too many women went into labor at the same time." "I understand," I said not really looking at Dr. Miller. I was too preoccupied with the knowledge of having sex with people I'd only met the day before, including the very woman who was talking to me about all this. I knew what I would have to do because Akira told me, but when Dr. Miller told me this it carried a certain weight with it; although, it still turned me on. I would have gotten hard if only the Orgasmanatrix hadn't drained me minutes before. Alexis Miller continued to inform me of the possibility of new women coming to the CDC from the outside world. These women, if they proved themselves loyal to her and cooperate peacefully with everyone else, could potentially volunteer for "traditional reproduction" rather than artificial insemination. It was clear to me that Dr. Miller thought about things far in advance. She was beyond intelligent. She understood the structure and organization that was needed in this new world. She was also fortunate (as were the men) to have a quarantined facility that could house the males from the dreadful Y-Virus. She had the makings of a new beginning. And she knew not to take unnecessary risks. She looked at the time displayed on her tablet. "I have to get back to the laboratory in a few minutes. Dr. Weller wants me to assist her in running a few new tests. I'll have Dr. Minoko collect your next sperm sample this evening. Will that be satisfactory?" "Yes, very much!" I nearly shouted. I think Alexis knew that I was starting to take a liking to Akira based on the quickness of my reply. "Very well, I'll have her come to your ward at around 5:30 this evening. I think you'll be ready to provide us with a good sample by then. You can go to the cafeteria or the recreation room until then if you want." "Sure. That sounds nice." Alexis left the room after giving me a nod and a smile. Like I usually did with beautiful women, I looked at her rear end as she walked out. She had a nice ass with a hypnotic wiggle. Seriously, I felt like I was being hypnotized by its movement. It was on par with Akira's butt, except Dr. Miller had D-cup breasts to boot. Akira's breasts were very nice and perky, but C-cups (not that there's anything wrong with that). It was a shame that I probably wouldn't be allowed to fuck any of these women in the ass since they needed my sperm for procreation. I was again reminded of how my ex-girlfriend Sarah wouldn't let me fuck her ass (well, at least most of the time). I guess some things never change. After my conversation with Dr. Miller I felt that she was okay; strict and organized to a fault, but okay. Her heart and intentions seemed to be in the right place, even though she DID threaten to shock my balls if I ever wasted my semen, let alone shooting my load without permission. Alexis was something else, but I wouldn't learn the most intriguing thing about her until I was scheduled to impregnate her. I decided to take a brief nap. I was still feeling the aftermath of my bout with the Orgasmanatrix. After a couple hours of napping I went down to the recreation room. There were a few women and girls there that I'd seen the day before. They all seemed cheerful that I decided to spend some time in a part of the facility that they were allowed to be in. I played a few games of Ping-Pong with a young woman named Clara. I lost both games (I admit I suck at Ping-Pong). Afterwards I sat at the chessboard and played a game with Amy Hocke. She was pretty good, but had no idea at the time that I studied chess since I was nine years old. I played with the black pieces and checkmated her on my twenty-eighth move (yes, I recorded the game with algebraic notation. I did this out of habit in order to learn from my mistakes as well as those of my opponents). I take chess very seriously, yet never boast about winning. After the game, I took some time to teach a young girl named Hanna how to play. She caught onto the rules pretty quick but teaching her tactics and strategy was much more difficult. I remained patient with her though. She was a young beginner, after all. Things were wonderful in the rec room. Everybody seemed to be in high spirits. I hadn't heard so much laughter in well over 281 years. Few people can say that. When I noticed the digital clock on the wall displaying that the time was 5:08pm, I nearly jumped out of my chair. "Holy Sh—!" I caught myself in time before finishing the curse. There were young girls in the rec room and I didn't want to offend them or their mothers. But I was anxious to get back to my ward. I didn't want to keep Akira waiting for me. "I have to go, ladies. I'm sorry. Perhaps I'll see you all again tomorrow." Hanna, the girl I was teaching chess, asked why I had to go. She hadn't seen a man since her father and uncle died and didn't want me to leave. I couldn't tell her the whole truth, so I gave her vague answers, like "I have an appointment with a doctor" and "There are other important things I have to do, I'm sorry." She didn't seem satisfied with these answers but I had to leave just the same. By the time I made it back to ward 408 it was 5:27. I was only minimally surprised to find Akira already waiting outside the door and looking at her tablet. She did look surprised to see me, however. Clearly she thought I was already inside the room when she got there. She waited outside my door for the exact time to enter. For the sake of Dr. Miller's orders, she wanted to be punctual. Not too early; not too late. "Oh, Ryan, I didn't realize you were out and about." She smiled. "I think you know why I'm here. Dr. Miller sent me to retrieve your sample." "Yeah, I was just hanging in the rec room. So, should we get this show on the road?" I said with a blush. I could feel the beginnings of an erection forming in my pants. "But of course, Mr. Barber." Her smile turned into a more mischievous one. Over time I'd learn that she would call me Mr. Barber in private only because it was her way of indulging in a secret roleplaying fetish that she had. She liked playing the naughty nurse/doctor. I found that to be a little redundant—she was already a doctor. She opened the door to my ward with a keycard. I followed her inside. She locked the door behind us using the same card. My heart rate was increasing with the knowledge of what was soon to happen. I figured under any other circumstance I'd just be told to jerk off into the plastic cup Akira had with her, but I knew Akira wouldn't allow me to deprive her of a chance to have fun. And let me tell you, I was right. She turned to face me after locking the door. Akira held up the tablet close to her face, pretended to pour over it before lowering it to her side, and then smiled again. "Would you please disrobe for me, Mr. Barber?" I didn't say anything. I figured she'd have me out of my clothes for this. I wasn't going to complain about it. I had no reason to. I took my shirt and pants off, folded them, and put them on a small table in the corner of my room. When I stood before her in my boxers, my erection became more pronounced behind the cloth. Soon there was a tent pointing straight at her. She smiled a bit more widely. I hooked my thumbs around the waistband of the only clothing I still wore, and lowered them past my knees before stepping out of them. I stood naked before the Japanese doctor, my hard cock pointing straight up to her gaze. "Hmm," She pondered with a finger up to her lips, eyes glued to my penis. "Very nice. But I think I need it to get a little bit harder for our purposes, Mr. Barber. Perhaps this'll help." Akira then did something that took me by surprise. She took off her white medical coat and I was shocked to find that she wore nothing underneath (aside from her baby-blue skirt, stockings and shoes). Her small light-brown nipples were hard and jutted out slightly. My mouth fell open as her perky breasts seemed to stare back at me. I stuttered over myself as I tried to find something—anything—to say. I must've seemed like a simpleton. Even though I didn't think it was possible at the time, my cock grew even harder when she exposed her breasts to me. Her porcelain skin was flawless. "That's a little better, Mr. Barber. But I think you can do better than that." She surprised me further when she took off her shoes quickly, followed by her stockings and baby-blue skirt. She stood in front of me wearing the smallest black panties. They left very little to the imagination. She turned around to pull the panties off and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack. They were thong panties. She knew that I was an ass-man based on the findings of the Orgasmanatrix. She used this to her advantage. She wore a thong on purpose. Akira hooked her thumbs around the thong and slowly pulled them down to her ankles. Her perfect ass was pointing up in the air, straight toward my wide eyes. I could faintly make out the image of her asshole hiding in between those bountiful cheeks. I wanted more than anything to bury my face in between those cheeks and start tongue-fucking her tight asshole right then and there. I forced myself, with great difficulty, not to do anything stupid. She stepped out of the thong, threw it into the pile made up of her other clothes, and turned slowly to face me. She even shaved off all her pubic hair. I cursed—and blessed—the Orgasmanatrix for revealing what turned me on! I froze in place as my heart continued to beat wildly. Akira giggled once again when she saw the affect her naked body had on me (well, she was naked with the exception of the wrist remote). "I-I-I . . ." I stuttered in confusion, trying desperately to think of something to say. "Perhaps you shouldn't speak, Mr. Barber. Your penis says all that needs to be said." "Y-Yes, ma'am." My eyes couldn't leave her shaved pussy. Akira walked up to me slowly, swaying her hips in seductive fashion. She knelt before my cock so that it was mere inches from her face. She looked up at me with her Asian, jet-black eyes and said, "There's no reason we can't have a little fun extracting your sperm, is there Mr. Barber?" "N-No. Not at all," I said, finally with some minimal control over my sex-addled brain. Akira gently closed her hand around my hard cock and brought it up to her lips. I thought that she would engulf it in her mouth like she had the day before, but alas, she surprised me yet again . . . she kissed the head of my penis. She kissed it as if she were kissing the lips of a long-lost lover. She kept her lips there for the better part of three seconds, maybe more. It was clear to me that she missed having a real cock in her life and not just a dildo for lonely nights. This display didn't last much longer. Her base human instincts now took hold of her. She turned her porcelain face up to mine before giving a lustful smile. She put almost half the length of my cock into her mouth. I moaned quietly from the sudden pleasure of her moist mouth on my sensitive organ. She kept her eyes locked into mine. She moved her tongue slowly along the underside of my rigid penis. Soon Akira rocked her head back and forth on my member at a steady pace. I lost all sense of time as I was engulfed in the pleasure her skilled mouth was giving me. She gave far better head than Sarah ever did. Sarah, in my opinion, always seemed a bit skittish when putting my dick in her mouth. She gave head half-heartedly and reminded me of somebody handling a poisonous snake rather than a penis. I began to love the women of the future . . . at least Akira. Akira, despite enjoying her current situation, didn't forget her primary task. She sucked my cock for a while, but pulled herself from my rigid member to give me a hand job. She kept the plastic cup nearby during this time. She awaited the usual signs of a man's approaching orgasm. The tablet she once held was near her feet and displayed my vital functions, but she wasn't paying much attention to it. "Th—The cup!" I shouted when I felt my orgasm approaching. She must've felt this, too. She stroked my hard cock faster and faster as she brought the plastic cup to the tip. I tried my best to stave off the orgasm as long as I could. It was a futile effort. This Japanese doctor was a pro and knew how to work my cock over. "Unggghhh!" I grunted as I felt my entrapped balls tighten and pull themselves up. "Yes! Give me your cum!" Akira said with lust in her voice. I shot spurt after spurt of warm cum into the cup. Surely Alexis and the rest of the staff would be happy with what I'd given them for the day, but lo and behold, it wasn't really enough. Akira wanted more from me. "Let's take a little break, shall we Mr. Barber?" She cooed like a dove. Her eyes seemed to be doing most of the smiling now. There was a faint glimmer deep in the wells of her jet-black eyes. She set the plastic cup down on the small table next to my bed before turning back to me. Akira pressed her naked body into mine before wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I brought my arms around her lower back and returned the gesture. My penis was still a little hard when it was pressed against her lower stomach. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm. To me, she felt like an angel made entirely of cream. My hands soon moved down her lower back and rested upon the soft warm globes of her ass. I indulged in giving her a series of firm squeezes. I hooked my fingers under the more prominent curve of her lower buttocks and lifted the cheeks as I squeezed more roughly. Akira, after gasping against my hairless chest, lowered her hands to my own ass. She began to mimic what I was doing to her. I felt a hand leave my butt for a brief moment before it was brought back down sharply. SLAP! "Ahh!" I yelped. Akira just looked into my eyes with a devilish grin before spanking the other cheek. SLAP! I expected the second spank and was able to keep from shouting. I did, however, inhale sharply through my closed teeth when I felt the sting of it. Her devilish grin grew even wider. I felt she was playing some sort of game with me in her own mind. I decided to play along even though I didn't know "the rules." I pressed my lips against to hers quickly. So quickly, in fact, that she couldn't possibly have seen it coming. I wanted to lower her guard . . . and I succeeded. We kissed for a few seconds before I decided to bring my right hand down on her ass. SLAP! "Woooo!" She shouted as she pulled her lips from mine. I imitated her grin as we looked into each other's eyes again. "Oh, you want to play like that do you?" She crooked her neck and raised an eyebrow. I nodded as I kept the grin. I turned around and started to make my way to the bed. My plan was to beckon her to lie down with me by patting the soon-to-be-empty space next to me. This didn't happen, at least not right away. I was little more than a foot away from the comfort of the bed when . . . ZAP! "Aaaahh!" I yelped in mild pain. My hands instinctively cupped my balls as I felt the sting of a level two shock. I turned around after the small amount of pain washed away. Akira had her finger lingering over the buttons, waiting. She had a playful, mischievous smile that said, "Careful, boy. I still have you by the balls." I could tell from the look on her face that she only shocked my balls to return the favor of my spanking her. Of course, it wasn't from any sense of cruelty; it was more a part of her "game." She decided to only give me a low-level shock. If she wanted to be cruel she would've, and could've, done much more harm to me. The fact that she didn't was a good sign, or at least I decided to take it as a good sign. The Y-Virus Ch. 05 I gave a somewhat weary smile as I sat down on the bed, patted the vacant spot next to me, and turned my attention to Akira. She knew that I wasn't upset or anything, so she moved her hand away from the buttons of her wrist remote and sat down next to me. She became a bit more aggressive in a sexual sense. She leaned up against me and kissed me hard. I don't know how long we made out. It could've been five minutes. It could've been half an hour. I couldn't have known, nor did I care. She pushed my body down on the bed and she threw herself on top of me. She bore her eyes into mine and pushed her breasts into me. "I know we're not supposed to have sex yet, but we can have fun in other ways. I know you're an ass-man, courtesy of the Orgasmanatrix." She took the plastic cup from the table before lifting herself from me and turning her body the opposite way. Akira now straddled my prone body with her bountiful ass mere inches from my face. "Show me how much you love my ass." As soon as she gave the order, she lowered herself and sat on my face. I could hardly believe how forward she was being with me. I was in heaven with her ass smothering my face. She adjusted herself a little so that her asshole was pressed against my lips. I didn't need any further instruction. I brought my hands up to her hairless butt and parted her cheeks a little. Now I had even better access to what I wanted. I licked her tight asshole up and down at first. She cooed like a dove once again when she felt my tongue slide over the hole. She must've had other boyfriends in the past do things like this to her, and she clearly missed this sort of attention after all the men died. After licking her in this fashion for a while, I felt that her asshole was covered in enough saliva. I changed from licking up and down to tracing the tip of my tongue in a circular motion around the hole. I savored every second and worshipped her ass as if my life depended on it. In a strange way I began to think of what I was doing as a holy act. After all, this was called "ass worship" and it was the ass of an angel that was sitting on my face. I simply needed to pay homage to its perfection! It was a sacred act to me! I felt my cock grow hard once again. I was glad that my libido was able to bounce back so quickly from the handjob and blowjob Akira gave me a short while before. She wrapped her fingers around my hardening dick, leaned forward slightly, and sucked it into her hungry mouth. She teased the head of my cock with her tongue; I teased her asshole with mine. As she took more of my length into her mouth, I started to penetrate her with my tongue. She moaned a bit louder at this. I pushed my tongue back and forth into her ass, going a little deeper with every thrust until it was inside her as deep as it could go. We stayed in this sixty-nine position for a long time. I moved a hand up to her pussy and felt its moistness. I rubbed my thumb against her clitoris as I entered her vagina with my index and middle fingers. She pulled her mouth from my cock, "Yes! Don't stop! Don't Stop!" "Mmmmmfff!" My shout of approval was muffled against her asshole. I obeyed her command and finger-fucked her pussy harder, faster. Her feminine juices trickled down my hand and wrist. Her scent was intoxicating. I took a short break from fucking her ass with my tongue and decided to lap at her wet pussy. I needed to taste her womanhood. Apparently she liked the way I licked pussy, too. She kept moaning louder and louder whether my cock was in her mouth or not. We were both too preoccupied to know this at the time, but we would learn later that a staff member named Dr. Regina Stills overheard our moans from just outside the door. Fortunately Dr. Stills trusted Akira enough to not interrupt our good time. She knew Akira wouldn't likely forget her primary responsibilities. Dr. Stills would later demand a bit of gossip from Akira about what we had done (ladies do love to gossip), and Akira would later tell me that we were overheard, but she assured me that we had nothing to worry about. Over time I would change the target of my affections yet again. I adjusted myself to suck her clitoris. This set her over the edge quick. "Oh, yes! Yeeeeesss!" She shouted as she eventually came on my face. I drank in as much as I could. After her orgasm subsided, I lay back and breathed heavily. She forgot about my own pleasure for a short while but gathered her senses soon enough. She looked down at my hard cock and brought it back into her mouth. I could tell right away that she wanted to finish me off as quickly as she could. Emptying my balls was once again her primary mission . . . and worshipping her ass was once again mine. I licked her asshole again as she worked my cock over. She deep throated me and held my balls in her hand. I didn't want any of this to end, but eventually everything does. I pulled my tongue out of her ass and said, "Akira . . . I'm going to cum! The cup . . ." She was already two steps ahead of me. She pulled my throbbing member from her mouth and brought the cup to the tip. She stroked me faster and faster. My breathing became labored. "Aaaaaaaahhh!" I shouted as I filled the cup with more of my precious seed. Akira kept stroking me even after my orgasm in order to get every drop. "Now that's more like it. I think we have enough for today, Mr. Barber." She climbed off my body and put the cap on the lid of the plastic cup. She took a pen from the drawer under the table and wrote my name and date on the cup's label. I climbed off the bed and knelt behind her as she wrote the information. I brought my face close to her ass and kissed the left cheek softly. "Wow! I guess you're more of an ass-man than I thought." She giggled. "You still haven't had your fill, Mr. Barber?" "Not a chance." I said with a light-hearted chuckle. She let me kiss every inch of her ass (including her asshole) before telling me that she had to get my sample to the freezer soon. We couldn't afford to have my sample stay warm for too long. I understood the urgency and, after my last kiss, I stood up and handed a few articles of her clothing to her. She dressed quickly and told me to lie down and relax. I did. She adjusted her clothing and straightened her hair before leaving the room. I found myself falling for her more and more with each passing day. Sure, other doctors would occasionally be assigned to retrieve my samples. Mary McFlarghan would give me handjobs and blowjobs that were really nice. Nancy Weller, being in her fifties but still attractive enough for me to get hard when she stroked me, had a lot of experience and gave great head. In fact, her blowjobs were just as good as Akira's. I was a little let down that Alexis Miller didn't come around to retrieve my samples like the others. She seemed very busy lately. I understood that she had other important things to do. She was responsible for overseeing the thawing process of the other men in the facility. As the days passed, more and more men were brought out of cryogenic stasis. Eventually all twenty-two men were awakened. We were all deemed healthy, except three of the men turned out to be infertile and two were gay (one of them being my new friend Keith). My hair also started to grow back a little as the days passed. This made me happy because I didn't really like being bald. I did, however, decide to keep my chest and pubic region hairless. I met each of the men as they were brought out of stasis. Most of the men were alright, a few others were douchebags. One such douchebag was a guy named Zach Fillmore. He was twenty-five and came from a time just three decades after my own. He would often make crude sexual comments about some of the more beautiful women in the CDC when there weren't any women around to hear them (like all the men, he also had a TestiTracker locked around his balls and didn't want to say the wrong thing to the women who wore the remotes). I assumed he was just trying to display his manliness or heterosexuality to the rest of us men. He even went so far as to make bigoted comments about my friend Keith's homosexuality. But my patience with him grew thinnest when he started making comments to me and a few other guys about how he was going to "fuck Akira's brains out" and "tap that sweet ass of hers." I admit I was jealous at the prospect of maybe losing Akira's affections to someone like him. I wanted to drive my fist into his face, but I also knew such an act would only result in the two of us being subdued by receiving high-level shocks to our balls. I simply bore my anger and kept it to myself. I thought of telling some of the women, especially Akira, about his tasteless comments. But I didn't believe in being a tattletale (for lack of a better term). I did feel great about one thing though: I met my quota and was told that I was scheduled to impregnate Akira tomorrow. The knowledge of this forced me to keep my behavior in check. I avoided Zach as much as possible in the coming days so that I'd be clear of any chance of potential problems. I didn't want anyone or anything to ruin what I wanted most: Akira Minoko. I lay in bed and looked out the window of my ward later that evening. The stars were exceptionally bright and the moon was full. Perhaps everything seemed more vivid and lush to me because I started to have stronger feelings for Akira over the last week. I wasn't sure if I could get away with calling it love just yet; but, it was strong whatever it was. She was very special to me and I wanted to perform well for her. I fell asleep that night and had another erotic dream about her. I found myself naked in a white marble palace of some sort. The palace was vacant and colossal in size. The hallways were long and spacious; the rooms massive and breathtaking. I wandered around for a while until I entered a room that was by far the largest. I almost couldn't see the walls on the opposite side of this room. A long set of carpeted stairs led up to a raised platform. Atop the platform sat a throne made entirely of gold with elaborate silks laid over the seat and armrests. The most beautiful thing in the whole palace was sitting on this heavenly throne. Akira. She was completely nude, but the most stunning feature about her was that her skin was pure gold and her hair flowed like liquid silver over her shoulders and back. She was a Goddess! I did the only thing I felt to be appropriate: I fell to the floor in a humble bow. I averted my eyes from her glorious beauty before she addressed me. Her voice was heavenly. Like a bell ringing. "Rise, my love." I obeyed. She stood from the throne and beckoned me forward with her finger. I approached slowly. My cock grew harder and harder the closer I got to her. By the time I closed the gap with only a few feet remaining between us, my cock felt like it was an iron bar between my legs. She looked at it and smiled before taking it into her hand and leading me behind the throne. Her touch was warm and divine on my cock. My eyes grew wide when I saw what it was that she was taking me to: a massive bed, larger than any I'd ever seen, littered with fine silks and countless pillows. She laid her golden body upon the vast bed, looked through my eyes, and into my very soul. She said in her angel voice, "Give me what is needed. Give me the future." I was a little confused by the last sentence, but then quickly realized she was referring to the next generation. The future of mankind. "Yes, my Goddess." I crawled onto the bed and up the length of her golden body. I wrapped a finger around her silver hair as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked on it gently. She uttered a delicate hum from her lips as I suckled her breast. Once I finished with one nipple, I took the other into my mouth. When I finished worshipping her golden breasts, I moved my body up the length of hers and kissed her passionately on the lips. Time was relative nonsense to me now. Before I knew what was where, my iron-hard cock found its way into her moist vagina. Her womanhood seemed to pull me into her once the head of my penis entered her. Her body itself seemed to want me inside her. We looked into each other's eyes and once again I could feel my soul being examined. She saw every part of me. Every part of who I was. I thrust into her slowly, keeping a steady pace and rhythm. Our breathing grew a little deeper. Her hands found their way to my upper back as mine found the tops of her shoulders. "More, my love. Give me more." Her fingernails dug a little into the skin of my back, but I remember it didn't hurt too much. I breathed into her golden ear: "Yes, my Goddess." I thrust into her a little harder and faster now. Her body rocked back and forth on the bed under my own body. I brought one hand down to her breast, and another behind her neck. I lifted her head up slightly and brought her lips to mine. She allowed my tongue to explore her mouth and it wasn't long before our tongues were doing battle with one another. This drove me insane with passion and lust. I found it impossible to keep myself from thrusting into her with every ounce of energy I had. I was like a wild man, a caveman, that hadn't seen a woman in years. I needed her. She needed me. Her hands slid down my back and rested on my ass. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!" And immediately after she said this, as if my body had no choice but to obey her will, I erupted into her. We shouted together as my seed filled her womb. I felt some of it leak out of her and onto the silk sheets of the bed. I collapsed on top of her and slowly rolled over to her side. We lay there, breathing hard and sated. I finally rolled over and crawled out of the massive bed. When I turned around to look at Akira's golden body . . . she wasn't there anymore. She simply vanished. I looked in all directions frantically looking for any sign of her. I approached the back of the golden throne. When I walked around and stood in front of it I was surprised to see, not a golden Akira, but a naked Dr. Miller. "What the . . .? What happened to Akira? Where's my Goddess?" Alexis Miller remained seated on the golden throne and simply replied, "What makes you think SHE is your Goddess?" I tried to think of something to say, but it suddenly became a very difficult thing to do in this dream. My mind felt clouded by something. The sensation of being an ignoramus, being privy to only a small amount of knowledge, overwhelmed me. I seemed to only grasp the basic fact that I didn't know as much as I thought I did. Dr. Miller was extremely beautiful as she sat naked on the golden throne. I suddenly wanted to touch her. I moved my hand up toward one of her breasts, but things started to fade away before I could make physical contact with her. She seemed to be drifting away from me; the white marble walls of the palace melted away like hot wax; the large bed behind the golden throne had broken apart into splinters and drifted away into empty space. Alexis spoke to me as she drifted away on the throne. "Mr. Barber, wake up . . . Mr. Barber, wake up . . . Mr. Barber . . ." I shifted from side to side. My eyes began to open in the real world. Shapes slowly became more solid and more defined. I realized that I was dreaming and I looked around my room. Dr. Miller stood before my bed with a tablet in her hand. "Mr. Barber, please wake up." She said softly one final time. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and yawned. I felt that I had a morning erection and confirmed it when I looked down at my uncovered crotch. My cock pointed straight up to the ceiling, but Dr. Miller kept her professional demeanor like she always did. "Good morning, Mr. Barber. I trust you slept well." She glanced at my hard penis quickly before bringing her eyes back to my own. "Yeah . . . I guess so." I said with the usual slowness of somebody who just wakes up. "Well, I guess today is the big day . . . for you and Dr. Minoko." She curled the edges of her lips into a gentle smile. At first my mind was still a bit too cloudy after just waking up to comprehend what she meant. The mental image of Alexis drifting away, naked on a golden throne, was still dancing on my memory. I paused for a moment to think about what she had said. It didn't take me long to remembered what was expected of me today. I would have Akira and she would have me. Yes, I thought, today is the big day. The Y-Virus Ch. 06 The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned! ***** The Y-Virus Chapter Six: Doing My Part I stood from my bed and stretched. The morning sun's golden rays poured in from my window and fell over my naked body. I didn't care much about my nudity, especially in front of the women I was scheduled to impregnate. They had seen my valuables before when I was thawed from stasis, and they would see them again many times over. I felt fantastic and looked forward to meeting up with Akira. I had been counting the days leading up to this one in my mind; the day I'd be allowed to have sex with her. I could only assume that Akira was more anxious than I was, seeing as how men had only recently been reintroduced into the world of women. I imagined she was also the subject of much envy from some of the other women who still had to wait their turn to have sex with a male. Before I made the decision to freeze myself, I never entertained the thought of becoming a father. Having children required a sacrifice of time and money. I don't have a problem with kids; I just never really wanted any of my own. The global situation being what it was demanded a reevaluation of this. The thought of becoming a father, and not just once, but many times over, was a little daunting. I was informed earlier that my sperm samples would be taken to various parts of the world; parts I would probably never visit. This meant I would never have the chance to meet most of my future children. Thoughts of this sort would race across my mind whenever I was tied down to an Orgasmanatrix 8000. I felt a tremendous amount of sadness for these soon-to-be children of mine because they would never know their father. These sad feelings aside, I knew I was going to enjoy doing my part for humanity. Fucking women like Akira, Alexis, and Mary would have been a dream come true for any heterosexual man. But when it came to the children that I would father within the walls of the CDC, I resolved to do the right thing: I would be there for them as much as possible. Plenty of young men from my time period had gone out of their way to avoid their children, their flesh and blood. A cousin of mine had a situation like this happen to her. When she found out she was pregnant with her boyfriend's child, he made every effort to avoid her and his unborn son. Thinking of all the hardships my cousin went through was more than enough to inspire me to want to do right by my future children. I wanted (and needed) to set an example and standard for the other guys in quarantine. Lead by example, my father would always tell me. After finishing my morning stretches, I went to the small dresser in the corner of my ward (which was brought in two days earlier and retrieved by some of Dr. Miller's scouts) and grabbed a set of clothes. Naturally, I wanted to look my best for Akira, but I didn't have anything that looked as sharp as I wanted. I did have a shirt in one of the drawers that looked as if it could've been something business casual, at least in my opinion. The fashions of the twenty-fourth century were a bit different than those of my time period, although not drastically different. I grabbed the shirt with a pair of boxers and blue jeans. It would look good; not great, but good. The clothes were only one part of what I had in mind for making this day count. The next step was a shower. I grabbed a towel from the bottom drawer and wrapped it around my waist as I carried the clothes I picked out under my arm. Dr. Miller took the liberty of leading the way down the corridor to the shower stalls with her head held high. The stalls used by the men were located at the end of the hall from our wards. We passed a few other men as we made our way there. They smiled and one told me that I was "a lucky bastard." Both of these guys patted me on the shoulder as we passed. They were both in good spirits, like myself, and I understood why. From earlier conversations I had with these guys I learned that they were also scheduled to impregnate a few female scientists, doctors, and staff members; however, they still needed to meet their quota before being granted that pleasure. When I reached the shower stalls, I opened the locker in the corner of the room that was designated for me (my name was printed on a white label and taped three or four inches below the top of the small metal door). It was stocked with various soaps, shampoos, and what-have-you. When I walked into my usual stall, Alexis Miller restrained my wrists into cuffs that were installed shortly after the men had been brought out of stasis. I knew the general procedure for the women's safety protocol, also the safety protocol for the men (the TestiTrackers were electrical devices and being in a shower would create certain safety issues). I let Alexis do her thing by shackling me in the stall. I had no intention of refusing her or her instated protocol, especially with her remote still locked around her wrist. I also felt it was important to demonstrate my patience to Alexis Miller by doing what she asked. I figured it was the best thing to do considering that she was a woman of procedure and formalities. I could at least show her through my cooperation that I understood why she did certain things. She finished locking my second wrist into the overhead cuff and stood back to admire her handiwork. After deciding that she was pleased with the fact that I couldn't use my hands for anything she turned to the faucet handles and set the water loose on my naked body. I shuddered and drew in deep, sharp breaths when I felt the torrent of water crash over me. The water was very cold at first but steadily became warm as it ran over my shoulders and down the rest of my body. The initial coldness of the water forced my cock to shrink back in size. Dr. Miller suppressed what I thought was a chuckle or giggle when she noticed this. It was a quick sound; barely audible. She forced herself to stop abruptly when my eyes moved to hers. Alexis stepped forward with a thin metal stick. I knew from our earlier bathing sessions that it was the magnetic key for my TestiTracker. She brought it to my balls and soon I was freed from the evil device. She put the TestiTracker and its key into the breast pocket of her lab coat. She pressed a couple buttons on her wrist remote, and the device opened itself on an unseen hinge and she took it off. She put it on a shelf outside the shower stall and hung her lab coat on a hook next to it. "After your shower you'll have to come with me and submit to a brief medical exam. I trust you remember, Mr. Barber." Alexis reminded me. She had a slight gleam in her eye that was something other than her usual formal demeanor. Lately she started to act a little more . . . human when she was alone with me. Before, she seemed more like an automaton in the way she followed her own rules and protocol, but I had recently begun to see trace amounts of something resembling normal human responses in her overall behavior. Her suppressed chuckle/giggle at the shrinking of my penis in the cold water was the final clue I needed to confirm this. "Yes doctor, I remember." I said as I felt the water start to warm up. My penis slowly returned to its normal length and my balls began to hang lower in my scrotum. I knew that Alexis, as well as Mary McFlarghan, enjoyed scrubbing my naked body (they were the only two women that had the job of bathing me). Mary, however, was not afraid to comment on how much she liked it. For reasons I don't know, I started to think about the women out in the real world; the world outside the CDC. I suddenly felt bad for these women. I couldn't really explain why thoughts about them cropped up in my mind at this time, but they did. The minor luxury of a shower was undoubtedly taken for granted and wasn't available to most of them anymore. This also made me think of other luxuries that were lost to them. Dr. Miller soon broke my train of thought as she usually did at this stage of my showers. She began to take her clothes off, though not all of them. Like all women assigned to bathe the men, she wore a bathing suit when entering the stalls with me. This was the first time that she bathed me in a few days, but I knew her bathing suit well: a black two piece with a top that had a clasp in the front. I assumed she chose a black suit to emulate her conservative side, but the suit itself revealed a little more of her personality—and her body—than she would have revealed to others. The lower portion of her suit was a thong and I always enjoyed the great view I had of her amazing ass during my showers with her. "After your breakfast we should begin your medical exam. I'd like to start by ten o'clock. I also suggest that you don't eat too much." "Yes doctor." "Dr. Minoko is having her checkup as we speak. Once we're finished with your exam I'll direct you to her quarters. She, like all women who volunteered, was given the option of having another woman present in the room during intercourse, for security purposes, but she declined. She must have great trust in you . . . as do I." "You do? Does this mean I might have the TestiTracker taken off my balls sometime soon?" "Perhaps, Mr. Barber. No doubt you recall we've already had this discussion and I told you that it's also there to put the minds of the other women at ease. Their safety is also important." "I know, I know." I said with a hint of annoyance. "But if you trust me, and if Akira trusts me, then it just seems . . . ah, forget it." She probably understood how I felt. "Don't worry, Mr. Barber, I'm sure you won't have to wear it much longer. Most of the women here have taken a shine to you." Alexis paused for a moment, "I'll tell you what: after you've impregnated Dr. Minoko, Dr. McFlarghan, and myself, I'll have a talk with the other women about maybe having the TestiTracker removed from you, and, over time, the other men that have proved themselves nonviolent in nature." "I'd appreciate it. Thank you." I said. "You're welcome, Mr. Barber," She said as she finished lathering up a washcloth with the soap I took from my locker. "I must confess I'm looking forward to our scheduled appointment." I nearly choked on the air I was breathing. Truth be told, I wasn't expecting her to bring up our appointment at all. She started scrubbing my chest and continued, "It isn't an easy thing for me to talk about, but I do miss my family—my son most of all. I'm hoping to rebuild some of what I've lost. In other words: to have a child again. Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not trying to replace my son or husband. Nobody could ever replace them. But it just seems asinine to completely close off the prospect of having children, especially given the importance of reproducing in the world we now live in." I nodded in agreement. She lowered her hand from my chest to my abdomen. She began slowly inching her way down to my crotch as she moved the lathered cloth in small circles over my skin. I couldn't keep myself from getting hard. I figured now would be a good time for me to be honest with her about how I felt. "I hope you won't think it improper of me to say this, but I do find you very attractive." "I can see that." she gestured to my hardening cock. "But why would that be improper?" "Well, I'm supposed to have sex with Akira in a few hours. Perhaps I feel it's improper because of the time period to which I originally belonged to. Many would've considered it wrong and chauvinistic for a man to tell a woman that they were beautiful or 'hot' if they were planning on sleeping with a different woman later that same day. And if that weren't enough, I'm permitted and encouraged to have sex with more than one woman in a short span of time. It's all just so much different than what I'm used to. But I'm not complaining. I can't imagine any straight man would ever complain if they were in my position." "I understand what you mean. Before the Y-Virus, our society worked very much the same way. The women inside these walls know that things have changed and that they can't feel too possessive over the men here. I really stressed that point to them the day before we started bringing the men out of cryogenic stasis." The bar of soap she was using slipped from her fingers, fell on the floor, and slid away from us. She turned away to pick it up and my eyes were immediately drawn to her amazing ass when she bent over to retrieve it. Her ass was almost as perfect as Akira's. I became fully erect. She noticed it when she turned back to face me and smiled a little. It almost seemed like she was trying to make me hard on purpose. She came back to me and held of my rigid cock. I gasped a little. She started to move the washcloth slowly along the length of my penis. "I can imagine that you find your situation favorable. Having sex with willing ladies on a waiting list, being encouraged to have orgasms for the good of humanity, being the one sought after due to the disproportionate ratio of men to women, am I right?" Her grip on my hard cock became slightly more firm, yet not painful. I paused. For a moment I didn't know if she was trying to make me feel good or guilty about the situation I was in. "It's okay Mr. Barber," she said, probably guessing how I felt at that moment, "I'm asking you an honest question." I took a moment to gather my thoughts (it was difficult with her practically giving me a soapy handjob). "I won't lie to you. I like being in my position. The women of my time never threw themselves at me like the women here. But I do feel a little guilty because there are so many women outside the CDC who are struggling and living without the knowledge that there is hope for the future." "Perhaps it's best that not all women know you're here. If they all knew you were here, our gates would be stormed by women. There would be too many to feed, house, and impregnate. Some might even take violent measures in order to get inside the CDC. "I imagine the idea of a massive crowd of women wanting your sperm would be every man's fantasy, but it would be impractical. Any male offspring born out of quarantine would die within six weeks. There wouldn't be enough genetic diversity for this part of the world—which is why we need sperm samples of other men from other facilities in the world to be brought here. And despite some men's egos, there would simply be too many women for them to impregnate. No matter what you might think, you wouldn't be able to impregnate hundreds of thousands of women." I couldn't argue with her assessment of the situation. She knew what was at stake and what the consequences might be if every woman in the world knew of our presence in the CDC. "You're right," I said after considering what she told me. "I never thought of that." Alexis only nodded. She knew she was right. Right when I started to feel really good from her stroking my cock, she let go of it and moved her attention to my balls. I gave a slight yelp when she cupped my testicles in the palm of her hand. "Relax, Mr. Barber." She said, and it wasn't long before she started rolling them around with her fingers. She washed my scrotum thoroughly, and when she was done she took each individual testicle in between her thumb and first two fingers and began to examine them. When she held the first one—my right testicle—I asked her what she was doing. She told me that she was checking for any sings of testicular cancer. I knew she had high-tech gadgets that could determine whether I had cancer in less than ten seconds, but I quickly realized that it was probably much more fun for her to check them manually. I said nothing. She rolled my right testicle around in between her thumb and first two fingers before giving it a gentle squeeze. I yelped a little louder than I did a minute ago. She told me that it was a good sign that I reacted that way. She said there might've been real problems if I didn't feel the usual dull pain. She took my left testicle between her thumb and two fingers in the same way. I knew what to expect now and tried to brace myself for the gentle squeeze. She rolled it around like she did the other. When she was satisfied that there weren't any suspicious lumps, she gently squeezed my left nut. I yelped again and she gave a little smile that seemed somewhat sadistic, but I thought I could've been mistaken. I thought it might have just been a trick of the light. Besides, she really didn't squeeze them too hard, only enough to check their sensitivity. She finished scrubbing my body with the soap, and my hair with the shampoo. She allowed the running water to rinse me off completely before turning the faucet off. She then took the towel I grabbed from my room and started drying me with it. She seemed to spend more time than what was necessary in drying my cock and balls, but again I said nothing. After I was sufficiently dry, she took her clothes and went into a separate stall to change out of her wet bathing suit. She put her dry clothes on and walked back into the stall where I was still shackled. She was wearing her wrist remote once again and had her wet suit in a plastic bag which she put on another shelf. She took the TestiTracker out of the breast pocket of her lab coat and locked it around my scrotum with the magnetic key. She tucked the key safely away in a separate pocket with a zipper on it. Now that I was wearing the TestiTracker again, she used a separate key to release me from the cuffs hanging in the stall. I was free again—so to speak. I walked over to one of the mirrors opposite the lockers. My brown hair was growing back nicely, though they were little more than bristles on my head. I could still see a portion of the skin of my head beneath the ends of the tiny hairs. I started to look better and healthier with each passing day. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I allowed myself to think: This is all yours, Akira. I quickly got dressed and reflected on the shirt and jeans I picked out. They were the best looking clothes I had access to. I didn't think Akira would've minded too much about the clothes I was wearing, but I wanted to look my best for her sake. Besides, the two of us weren't going to be wearing clothes once it came right down to the dirty deed. I made my way from the showers to the cafeteria with Dr. Miller following close to my side. Her tablet was in one hand and the plastic bag with her wet swimsuit was in the other. A scientist approached us as we walked down one of the hallways. She was a cute young woman carrying a wide, opaque plastic box with a sticker on it that read CONTENTS: SANITIZED. The young scientist stopped before us and spoke to Alexis. "I've removed all traces of the Y-Virus from your . . . your order." When the young woman stopped in midsentence, she looked over to me quickly with a smile. It was the kind of smile that said she knew something amusing that I didn't, something that likely involved me. She brought her attention back to Alexis. "Thank you, Doctor Gorzinski. Would you be kind enough to put that in my quarters, please?" Alexis said without a trace of emotion in her voice. The old Dr. Miller was back. The Y-Virus Ch. 06 "Yes, doctor, right away." "And please take this to the laundry room, would you?" Alexis handed the bag over to Dr. Gorzinski with the wet swimsuit in it. "Of course, doctor. Right away." Dr. Gorzinski continued on her way with the plastic case under one arm and the bag in the other. I think I heard her snigger a little just before turning the corner behind us. We finished making our way to the cafeteria. Since all the men in the facility were successfully thawed from stasis, we weren't noticed much when we first walked in and sat down. There were plenty of other men sitting at other tables for the women to talk to and learn about. Tabitha "Tabby Cat" Dole approached me. She wanted to know what I'd have for breakfast and I told her oatmeal would be fine. Alexis ordered the same thing. Tabby Cat looked at me with such kind eyes that I couldn't help but smile back at her. Her kindness and southern accent always seemed to make me smile and make my days brighter. It was a good thing, too, because after being cooped up in the same building for an inordinate amount of time, I was starting to get a bit of cabin fever. Every day that passed I hoped that Dr. Miller and Dr. Weller were making progress in creating a vaccine to the Y-Virus. Little Hanna came up to me when she noticed me and asked if I would give her another chess lesson. I told her that I would be very busy later and I would only be able to teach her in the evening. She seemed a little disappointed, but she went away with a half-smile that looked to be somewhat forced. I began to suspect that her disappointment had little to do with chess. In the passing days I slowly began to see the truth: she wanted a father figure in her life. Her father and uncle were both taken in the plague when she was just five. She missed them both and wanted somebody to look up to, somebody to be a kind of surrogate father. Of course, I could only guess this at first. Later I would learn that this was true. I couldn't blame her. She was only eight years old, after all. I felt bad for her and the other girls of her age group that lost their fathers, grandfathers, uncles, and so on. Tabby Cat approached us shortly after Hanna left my table. She put our bowls of oatmeal on the table and made sure that I met her smile before leaving to take care of another group of people. I smiled and wished her a good day. She was a good person with a good heart. She nodded and went away to fetch the other peoples' meals. Alexis and I ate our oatmeal. We had very little to talk about because we both understood the schedule I had to follow that day. Halfway through our meals, Akira and Nancy Weller came into the cafeteria and sat with Alexis and me. They both seemed to be in an upbeat mood, especially Akira. I figured that her medical checkup went well. Akira did give me a look that I enjoyed, but she and Nancy seemed more preoccupied with something else. They were mostly looking at a green plastic binder that Nancy laid on the table and slid across to Dr. Miller. There was a simple white label placed on the cover with blue letters that read: VACCINE RESEARCH NOTES. Nancy spoke to Alexis, saying, "I've stayed up nearly all night working on this. I think this will show some kind of improvement in the direction we're heading. I can't promise anything, as usual." Dr. Miller took the binder and looked at the first couple pages of the material. There seemed to be well over a hundred pages within the binder, but I really had no way of knowing for sure how many there were. Also, it really didn't matter. What did matter was that it sounded to me like Dr. Weller was on the right track, and that was something good . . . very good. I must have had a look of tremendous hope on my face because Dr. Weller turned to me and said, "Please try not to get your hopes up too much, Mr. Barber. We've had promising leads that have proved inconclusive at best. Some of our other attempts resulted in the formations of chemical compounds that would not have remained stable once introduced into the human body according to our computer readouts." She paused and thought about what she said. Perhaps she thought it sounded too pessimistic. She soon added, "But I don't want you to lose hope either. I think I'm getting closer and closer with each passing day. Keep your chin up." She offered a smile and patted my shoulder. I finished my bowl of oatmeal and waited for Dr. Miller to finish hers so that I could get my medical exam done and over with. I assumed she would be the one to administer it, but Dr. Miller seemed absorbed in the technical work given to her. She stopped eating her oatmeal for what seemed like ten minutes before she finally looked up from the green binder at the three of us. "I'll have to read this later in my quarters. It'll require the better part of today going over it all. You don't mind do you, Dr. Weller?" "Not at all," she said casually. "I want a second opinion before we synthesize a prototype vaccine." "Thank you." Dr. Miller said in the formal tone that was once the only tone I knew from her. I thought of how she spoke to me before, and of how she bathed me only half an hour earlier. She was very different when she was in the presence of other people. But then again, that's most people in a nutshell. They all behave differently based on who they're with at the time. I wouldn't have spoken to my grandmother the same way I spoke to my high school buddies, and I don't think anyone else would've either. Alexis finished her breakfast and stood up with the green binder under her arm. She turned to Dr. Weller, "I think perhaps it will be better for me to go over your work now. I was going to give Mr. Barber his required medical exam, but perhaps you'll be kind enough to handle that for me while I read this?" She tapped the green binder with her fingertip. "Of course, Dr. Miller. It wouldn't be a problem at all." "I've already taken the liberty of administering a testicular exam while I was on shower duty with him. I concluded that it would save time, and the warm water would make it easier to check his testicles for any signs of cancer. He's clear of any abnormal indicators. But I suppose a second opinion couldn't hurt. I'll have to ask you to check him again in case I missed something." "Not a problem." "And here is the magnetic key to his TestiTracker. You'll need it if you're going to check him manually for a hernia." Alexis handed the key over and Nancy nodded. Dr. Weller now turned her attention to me. "Mr. Barber, would you follow me please?" I felt just a little bit awkward that the two doctors talked about my balls as if I wasn't there, and the fact they we talking about it in a cafeteria with dozens of other people behind me. But the rest of the people didn't seem to hear, or perhaps they didn't care. Alexis was on her way to the door of the cafeteria when I stood up to go with Nancy. I turned and looked at Akira. She looked back at me with a seductive expression that seemed to say, "Just you wait, boy. I'm gonna ride you until there's nothing left of you." But perhaps that's just what I wanted her to be thinking. The Asian beauty took my hand into hers as I passed her. I stopped suddenly and locked eyes with her for a few seconds. She squeezed my hand a little and I smiled. Apparently some of the people in the CDC cafeteria shifted their attention to me when I stopped abruptly. Every adult knew that we were scheduled to "save humanity" in a couple of hours. There were a few people that made hooting and whistling sounds. This embarrassed me a little, but I didn't care too much. I let the feeling roll over me because it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as being anally raped by a machine in a room full of women. I thought about how Akira and I were finally going to be able to have the kind of good time together we were waiting so patiently for, and now the day had finally come. I gave her hand the same gentle squeeze she had given mine before I let go. I turned and followed Dr. Weller out of the cafeteria. She was waiting by the threshold of the door and seemed to be indulging in a brief chuckle in response to the hoots and whistles of the others. I could tell that Nancy felt genuinely happy for me and the overall prospect of repopulation. There were still a few whistles coming from the cafeteria even after the door closed behind me (no doubt they were for Akira). I followed Nancy into one of the elevators and down a few corridors. When we entered the exam room I was a little shocked to discover that we were standing in the same room I was in when the XTC Internal Scanner practically fucked me in the ass with its chrome-snake appendage. I never really thought of this room as the kind of place where my exam was going to take place. I pictured a small room with white walls and a padded hover-gurney in the corner with some of that thin white paper pulled over it for sanitary purposes. "Wait! What gives? Why are we in this room?" I asked. "The reason is pretty simple, Ryan. Most of the equipment is in this room; also, you have an option as to the method of your exam." "Option?" I raised an eyebrow. "Yes. I can administer a portion of your exam with the XTC Internal Scanner, or I can use my own hands to check you manually if you'd prefer that instead." "Why would that crazy machine even be used? For what purpose?" "There are two parts to your exam that the XTC could be used for; one where it would be required. The XTC could be used for your prostate exam, and it can scan for hernias. But, if you'd prefer, I can use methods adopted closer to the time period in which you lived, but that would require the use of my own hands. The XTC is required for your pre-exam enema, which doesn't take very long. I leave the choice to you in terms of the prostate exam and hernia scan. Most of the men say they didn't like the XTC invading their rectum after being thawed out, yet they still seemed to enjoy its prostate exam function. The machine made each and every male moan without failure." I didn't say anything because I couldn't deny the truth of what she said at the end. I also enjoyed the intense pleasure I felt when the machine checked my prostate. I even shuddered a little when I recalled what it felt like as the egg-shaped tip vibrated and rubbed itself against my sensitive organ. Even the Orgasmanatrix 8000 had a similar function, although the Orgasmanatrix was strictly for pleasure and semen collecting, not for medical purposes. When Dr. Weller made the point of how all the men liked the prostate exam function of the XTC, the choice suddenly wasn't so easy for me to make. I really did enjoy the pleasure I felt when it scanned my prostate. It was nothing short of amazing. But, on the other hand, I vividly remembered the chrome tentacle forcing its way further up my ass in order to check for any other medical problems. There was also the embarrassment factor; although, I would only look ridiculous in front of one woman instead of five or six. My thoughts soon turned to what it would be like to have Dr. Weller examining me with her own hands. Even though she was fifty-four and of average appearance, she still had traces of her youthful beauty. To this day I can still almost see the woman of thirty she once was. I wouldn't mind her hands touching me—or entering me. She wasn't unattractive, and she definitely had years of experience in handling a man's goods. She was married for some time before the apocalypse and no doubt knew how to make her husband feel good. I weighed my options for a minute or two. Nancy didn't make a sound. She didn't seem to want to rush me in any way. Finally I made a decision, "I'd rather have you check me than that machine. It did a number on me before." "Very well, in that case would you please disrobe so we can begin?" I didn't say anything. There was no need to. I began taking my clothes off when Nancy activated the same hovering metal platform I was laid onto when I was first inspected by the machine. She then turned to the XTC and turned it on. I still felt a little uneasy at the thought that it was still going to be used to give me an enema. I handed my clothes over to Nancy and she placed them inside a drawer in the corner of the room. The first portion of my medical exam was quite standard: she used a futuristic stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat, checked the movement of my joints, my reflexes, my eyes, my ears, and so on. When she seemed satisfied with all these things, she turned away, went across the room to a cabinet, and took out some sort of chrome stick that reminded me of the one Dr. "Bones" McCoy had used in the Star Trek program of the twentieth century. When she came back to me with the metal stick I was going to ask her what it was, but I figured I'd know soon enough. There were a few buttons above the handle and a knob that turned at the base of the handle. She pushed one of the buttons and a blue light came on near the tip. She waved the stick a few inches over my skin, all over my body. She stopped near my balls, which were still trapped in the TestiTracker, and she carefully placed the tip of the stick against each testicle while adjusting the knob of the device. She was pleased when the light on the end of the metal stick remained blue. "Wonderful! You don't seem to have any trace of cancer or sexual disease in your entire body." "I'll take that bit of good news any day." Nancy smiled a little. "Well, since you wanted me to check you manually instead of using the XTC, I'll have to ask you to go to the cuffs mounted on the wall over there." She made a gesture to a pair of metal cuffs hanging on the side of the wall. They were similar to the ones in the shower stalls. I understood the protocol and didn't complain. I locked myself into the cuffs and Nancy then removed the TestiTracker from my balls. She checked for a hernia in the traditional way: she held my testicles and asked me to turn my head and cough. She had me do it a couple times just to be sure. She was pleased and said that everything was as it should be. She locked the TestiTracker back around my scrotum before releasing me from the cuffs on the wall. "This brings us to the next part of your exam: the enema. Would you mount the hover table please?" I made my way to it and mounted it. I was in the same position as when I was first examined—raped—by the XTC: a doggy-style position with my ass up in the air. I figured that the sooner the machine was used, the sooner we would finish the exam, and the sooner I would get to meet up with Akira. I heard the sharp snap of a latex glove. It was soon followed by another snap. Nancy then moved over to the control panel and guided the XTC directly behind my raised ass. Here we go again, I thought. When she had the machine where she wanted it, she left the control panel and walked behind me. She pulled down a portion of a thin black hose from the machine and brought it to my side so I could see it. It had an adjustable and replaceable nozzle on the end of it that was shaped like a small butt plug. "As you can see, Ryan, it's not going to go nearly as deep as the scanner did. It'll be over very quick. Just relax and take steady, deep breaths." She gave me a reassuring look before returning behind me. I took her advice and breathed steady. I heard the sound of a bottle opening, then the squishing sound of lube being applied to her latex-clad fingers and the nozzle. Even though I anticipated the next part, I still gasped when I felt her gloved fingers smearing the cold lube all over my asshole. She didn't seem to take any notice and continued by penetrating me with one of her fingers. She only inserted the finger about an inch—at least it felt like an inch to me—before withdrawing it. I remembered how Mary McFlarghan giggled under her breath when she lubed up my asshole and shoved her finger inside me as far as she could just before the XTC penetrated me. Unlike Mary, Nancy didn't make a sound. She was much more professional in the way she did things than Dr. McFlarghan was. But then again, it didn't surprise me because Mary was still in her late twenties. Four or five seconds after Nancy withdrew her finger from my rear, I felt the plastic tip of the nozzle being pressed gently against my asshole. Thanks to the lube, it slipped right in without pain or difficulty. I don't know what Nancy did after it went inside me, but the base of the nozzle that was inside my rectum expanded a little so that it wouldn't come out again until it was all over. I trusted Dr. Weller more than any other medical professional in the CDC, even Akira. Please don't misunderstand me. I trust Akira immensely when it comes to medical matters. But Nancy Weller was the most experienced and most gentle when it came down to things like this. And the only other person who was as mature in handling patients was Dr. Miller. I heard a couple buttons being pressed on the machine and before I knew it my rectum was being filled with warm water. I made some sort of indeterminate noise at this, yet Nancy kept silent. My anus was filled with water rather quickly before it was being forced back out through the hose again. The machine made two separate sounds, both indescribable: one when it was filling me up; another when it was emptying me out. The machine filled and emptied my rectum with water at least a half dozen times before I heard the XTC make a "bing" sound. It stopped abruptly. Nancy said, "There. That didn't take long, did it?" I admit that it didn't, though I didn't say anything out loud. I also admit that it didn't feel half bad; perhaps a little weird at first, but not too bad. Nancy slowly removed the nozzle from my ass and removed it from the black hose. She deposited the nozzle into a small plastic bin that read: SANITATION REQUIRED. She closed the lid and stood before me. "Well, this brings us to the final part of your exam: the prostate exam. Just relax and take deep breaths like you did before and everything will be fine." I nodded slowly and put my head down in the headrest of the hover table. I heard the same pair of snapping sounds as Dr. Weller put on a new pair of latex gloves and discarded the old ones. She lubricated her fingers again. Soon I felt the same coolness of the lube as she moved her fingers over my asshole in small circles. When I was well lubricated she slipped a finger into my ass and I gave a low moan. She was very slow at first, and gentle. She moved her finger deeper and deeper in my anus until she located my prostate gland. I fought the urge to moan louder, but my breathing became a little heavier. She circled the gland with her fingertip before moving it back and forth a few times. She would alternate between the circular motion and the thrusting motion a few times. She was an expert at this sort of thing and I began to suspect that she was taking her time on purpose (much like how Dr. Miller seemed to take her time in scrubbing my cock and balls in the shower, or giving me my "testicular exam"). She kept sliding her finger in and out of my ass for what seemed like three whole minutes with the occasional circling of the prostate. It wasn't until she hooked her finger slightly downward onto my prostate, while, at the same time, moving deeper into me, that I moaned loudest from the intense pleasure she gave me. For a moment I thought I sounded like a cow mooing. Nancy slowly withdrew her finger from my asshole and said, "Well, you seem to be as fit as a fiddle. I daresay you are in perfect health for sexual intercourse and reproduction. Ms. Minoko is a lucky girl, if I may say so myself." Nancy may have been a bit out of my age group, but she had tremendous experience with the male G-spot. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that she practiced her technique on her husband back when they were dating in medical school. He must've been a very lucky man until the Y-Virus came along and fucked everything up. The Y-Virus Ch. 06 I retrieved my clothes out of the drawer and got dressed. Nancy disposed of the latex gloves she used and wrote something down on her tablet device. When she finished she looked up at me with a glowing smile and offered to escort me to Akira's quarters. I accepted. We walked through the usual corridors and used the elevator once again. Every woman that we passed in the halls would put a hand over her mouth and whisper something to the other standing next to her and soon they would both be giggling like little school girls. The men we passed—which were only three—simply winked and patted me on the shoulder. It wasn't a secret; they all knew what was going to happen and it was considered a happy day by all. Soon nearly half the fertile women in the CDC would be pregnant and life would go on as it should have before the Y-Virus. Before I knew it, I was standing before Akira Minoko's door. I knocked a few times but there was no answer. I knocked again with the same results. I turned to Nancy and shrugged. She also shrugged but her eyes soon became wide when she pointed behind me. "Ah, here she comes." Nancy said cheerily. I turned around in time to see Akira finishing her turn at the corner of the long hallway. She started walking, but her pace quickened when she saw me standing in front of her door. It seemed the closer she came to me, the faster she was moving. I daresay she was almost running at me by the time we collided in a passionate hug. She was incredibly happy to see me. I swear I've never seen her that happy before. I imagine I looked just as happy as she did—I felt as happy, for sure. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. We were only snapped out of our joyous delirium by the fake cough of Nancy Weller. "Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Are you sure you won't need somebody to stand guard for you, Akira?" Nancy said as she brought a finger up to the buttons of her wrist remote, yet not touching them. My eyes flashed with brief worry when I saw her do this. "No. It won't be necessary. Thanks though." Akira said with a smile before she kissed me again. "Very well. I'll just leave you two to your . . . business." Nancy smiled wide and turned around to go on her way. I didn't see her turn the corner because I was far too preoccupied with Akira's lips. Akira only broke the kiss so that she could open the door and welcome me into her quarters, which I hadn't seen until this moment. It was a reasonably sized room; not too big, not to small. There was a restroom behind one door and a closet behind another. She had two windows and many other basic amenities (electric amenities all thanks to Amy Hocke and her knowledge of generator repair). She had a few medical posters taped up against her wall for quick reference and a bookshelf filled with knowledge of all disciplines. My attention was drawn to the most important feature in the room: her full-size bed. It seemed adequate enough to hold both our bodies during sex. When I turned to look at her she closed the door and locked it. She turned to face me and walked up to me. I admit I was expecting her to pounce on me, but she controlled herself more effectively now. She brought her lips up to mine and we kissed again. When the kiss was finally broken, she whispered to me, "I have something special for us. Close your eyes." I did. I was half expecting her to take her clothes off, and, after doing so, she would tell me to open my eyes again. But I didn't hear the ruffling of clothes. I heard her open a door—her closet—and grab something from a high place and then close the door. I was able to deduce that she was carrying a few things made of glass judging from the clanking sound that was made as she walked. Her footsteps moved in front of me before stopping abruptly. "Okay, open 'em." I did. She stood before me with a bottle of red wine in one hand and a pair of wine glasses in the other. I admit that I was very horny and thinking purely sexual thoughts and was expecting something more along the lines of sexy lingerie. That's not to say that I wasn't pleased with her surprise, I was. I enjoyed wine very much, particularly red wine. Suddenly I remembered my brief bout with alcoholism a few months before freezing myself. It didn't seem like such a long time ago to me, but the reality was that I hadn't had a drink in well over 281 years. For a moment I was worried that drinking wine with Akira might have some sort of domino effect and lead me down that ugly road again, but this fear soon washed away. I knew that I wouldn't have any real reason to abuse alcohol anymore. I was extremely valuable in the time to which I lived now, and there were women that actually seemed to like me . . . and want me. I leaned forward and saw that it was a bottle of Chianti, my favorite Italian wine. It was even in a traditional squat bottle in a straw basket. I was impressed with her taste. It was almost too good to be true: a beautiful Japanese woman with an hourglass figure and an ass to kill for wanting to have sex with me, a bottle of my favorite red wine to share, a few more beautiful women that I was due to impregnate, and, on top of everything else, Akira understood very well that it was necessary for me to impregnate these other women. She showed no signs of jealousy whatsoever. For a brief moment I thought I was in heaven, and, compared to what my life was like before I was cryogenically frozen, I was. But there was another thought that crossed my mind; a thought that concerned my safety. "That's a very nice wine, Akira. But isn't there a chance that it could be contaminated with the Y-Virus?" "Not at all," Akira assured me. "The virus started killing the men in June of 2306. The virus has a six-week incubation period. This wine was bottled in 2302." She pointed to the vintage on the label. She was right and I felt a little foolish. But at the same time I wasn't too harsh on myself for inquiring. After all, my life would've been on the line. "Oh," I said stupidly, "yeah, you're right. Sorry." She chuckled a little at the reaction I made to her logic. I joined in with her and laughed at myself. I was still very horny and sporting a bulge in the front of my pants. I wanted to change the subject back to the real reason why we were both here, but I didn't want to seem rude about it. Her surprise was very nice when it came right down to it. It was a seven-year-old bottle of Chianti and I couldn't ignore what she probably had to go through in order to get it inside the CDC without Dr. Miller knowing (Alexis had strict rules about alcohol inside the facility). "That's very romantic, Akira. I do love it, but I hope you won't think it rude of me to say this . . . I'm sort of in the mood to do what needs to be done, if you catch my meaning." She looked down at the bulge in my pants and grinned. I continued, "I just don't want the alcohol to affect my performance. I'm sure you can appreciate my concern." I gave her a playful smile that practically said "you still want me to give it to you good, don't you?" "Of course," She fought the urge to snicker, "I was thinking that we could share this after round one . . . or two." "That sounds like a good idea, but as of right now . . . I need you." I pressed myself against her and kissed her deeply. I let my hands move down to her ass and I began to fondle it. She brought her arms up and around me, bottle and glasses still in hand, and returned my kiss in spades. When she broke away from my lips, she placed the bottle and two glasses on her desk in the corner. She wasted no time in pulling her clothes off. I figured that I would play a little game in my mind: Can I get naked before she does? I won only because she struggled getting her bra off. I walked up behind her and playfully brushed the tip of my hard cock up the crack of her flawless ass, and helped her with the pesky bra. She giggled when she felt my penis slide up her ass. "For the first time in my life I hope that was a penis and not a roll of quarters." She said and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh too. She took the initiative and turned around, put her hands on my shoulders, pushed me onto her bed, and climbed on top of me. I didn't have time to say much because she locked her lips to mine again. I couldn't have—or would have—protested. I love it when women take the initiative and make what they want known. We made out for a while before she took hold of my hard cock and brought it up to the folds of her moistening vagina. She didn't allow me to penetrate her just yet. She paused for a moment and it became obvious to me that she wanted to savor this moment. I couldn't blame her after spending three years without anyone of the opposite sex to sate her lust. She took a deep breath and began lowering herself on my rigid penis. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" as the head of my eight-inch cock passed through her feminine threshold. She slowed down as she began to take more of my length inside her, but even I must've had a similar expression once I was completely inside her. Her pussy felt like wet, warm silk wrapped tightly around my cock. It got even better for the both of us when she started rocking back and forth. It was slow at first; her breasts started bounding every which way as she gradually picked up speed and acquired a steady rhythm. I was compelled to hold her breasts steady. They were adorable C-cup breasts with small brown nipples that are typical of Asian women. I circled them with my thumb, or at least tried to. It was a bit of a challenge with her moving faster and faster. She brought her hands up and over my own. I swear I could feel what she wanted, and so I gave her nipples a few gentle pinches. "Oooohh! Yes! That fells amazing. Do it again." She commanded. I didn't need to be told twice; I pinched them gradually harder. "Ooooohhh! Yes, just like that!" She now bit her bottom lip. I pinched them until I found the right pressure she was wanting. She let me know, too. She was very vocal in what she wanted. As my pinching drew closer to what she liked, she slid harder back and forth on my dick. It eventually got to the point where she was no longer sliding back and forth, but bouncing up and down on my cock with the use of her legs. She reminded me of a cowgirl riding a wild stallion. As much as I wanted to fondle her ass, I refrained from doing it because I wanted to make this experience count for her. I knew now that she liked having her nipples pinched and played with, and I was intent on using this knowledge to my advantage. I alternated between pinching her nipples and squeezing the whole of her breasts. This really seemed to drive her off the wall. She started speaking Japanese as we brought each other closer to climax. I don't know how to speak Japanese, but I knew she was saying "yes" every time she moved herself down on my cock toward the end. She leaned forward and I let go of her breasts. She planted her lips onto mine with more force than I thought her capable of. She managed to keep impaling herself on my shaft even as we kissed. I felt my orgasm approaching. When she broke the kiss, she said, in English, "Ooooohhh! Please! Please! Please, give it to me! I want it! I NEED IT . . . NOW!!" I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my cock. This brought me to orgasm and we shouted in unison. I filled her with my precious seed. We kept moving together for a little while after. It wasn't until she finally collapsed onto my chest that we slowed ourselves. When we finally stopped thrusting, our breathing became less labored, our wits scattered, our pleasure whole. I performed my most vital and necessary function for the first of many times. For a long time, leading up to this day, I was worried that having sex on a schedule would somehow diminish any spark or passion for the act itself, as if the sex would likely become more of a chore than an act of desire or lust. Over the coming months I would learn that this wouldn't be the case—at least for me. Akira and I must have laid there together for at least half an hour. I played with her straight, jet-black hair with the fingers of one hand while I massaged her ass with the other. She nudged her face against the base of my neck and kissed it a few times. After we had enough time to gather our strength, Akira shifted her body in the bed, got up, and grabbed the bottle of wine and the two glasses. She handed them to me before going to get the corkscrew in one of the drawers. My eyes followed the seductive bounce and wiggle of her ass as she walked away. It was the best, and only, thing to look at in my opinion. I got the impression that she walked the way she did (swaying her hips in slight exaggeration) because she knew that's what I liked. I couldn't deny it: she knew how to keep my attention, even when I was sexually spent. I opened the bottle and poured the wine after she handed me the corkscrew. We brought our glasses together in the spirit of cheers and drank to the future of humanity, to the health and happiness of our future child, and to the development of a stable vaccine to the Y-Virus. We drank slowly, enjoying the slight smoky taste of the Italian red. After our first glass, Akira asked if it would be okay to name our child Kenji if we had a boy. She wanted to honor the memory of her late father. I couldn't say no. How could I? Besides, I had given no thought up to this point about names for my children. I felt I had a lot of work to do in thinking some up, but fortunately most of the women had already thought up names for when the time came. "I like that name . . . Kenji. What if we have a girl?" I asked. "I was thinking of Kasumi. But if you'd like something a bit more American—" "No!" I interrupted. "No, it's beautiful. I like it. Besides, American/English names all sound pretty dull to me. I even hate my name . . . Ryan." "Really? I like it." She smiled at me. It was one of her contagious smiles and I couldn't help but return it. "Okay, Katsumi it is, if it's a girl." She leaned forward and kissed me. We both had a second glass of the Chianti and the bottle was empty. I had a slight buzz, but since Akira was smaller and didn't drink very often, she felt its effect a little more. She wasn't drunk; she just started behaving a little more silly than usual. We joked about a few things and talked about some of the hopes I used to have for myself when I was in high school. I started to feel a little bad because I hadn't really done anything worthwhile in my life, and yet Akira had graduated medical school just months before the Y-Virus plagued the world. I think Akira could sense that this topic was making me feel worthless, and so she fought the urge to be silly and, for a moment, became serious. She put a soft, warm hand up to my cheek when she picked up on my feelings and told me that I was much more important than I ever thought possible when I was in the twenty-first century. She had a serious look, yet it was still glowing and kind. In this moment I remembered why I was having feelings for her. I admired the way she was able to make me feel better about myself. My family and friends tried several times to convince me that I had value and worth during my intervention. To put it bluntly: I wasn't worth much back then and I knew it. When I froze myself, I wanted to awaken in a future where I'd be given a chance to start over and be something of value to society, to a single person, or perhaps even to a historical organization (this thought had occurred to me a few times pre-cryogenic stasis. Call it a fantasy if you want, but I did allow the thought to cross over my alcohol-addled brain). Akira's words took their effect on me and I felt a swelling of purpose and significance again. Yes, I was worth something, and not just something—everything: the future of the human race. I figured that all the other men in the CDC felt a similar way. Even Keith Morrell, my new gay friend, probably felt this way. I continued to smile at Akira and brought my hand up to her cheek. In that moment we were mirror reflections of one another: each with a hand on the other's cheek. The warmth of her skin intensified as her cheeks began to blush a rosy color. I couldn't contain my passion much longer . . . I kissed her again. I didn't break the kiss right away; I kept my lips on hers. She kissed me back even though she seemed surprised by my sudden desire. I began to grow erect before I broke the kiss. I said, "I think I'm falling for you." She didn't say anything and kissed me back. This continued for a little while longer until I was fully erect. The desire I felt for her was overwhelming. I gently brought her naked body down on the bed beneath me. She giggled a little as I kissed her neck (she was very ticklish). We both soon giggled like two teenagers discovering sex for the first time. I brought my hand down in between her legs and felt her getting moist again. I massaged her clit for a minute or so before penetrating her with my hard cock. She gasped when I worked the head of my penis through the folds of her vagina. She surprised me further when she maneuvered her legs over my shoulders. This allowed me easier penetration and I soon found myself inside her as deep as possible. I moved my pelvis back and forth slowly at first. I needed to pace myself after our last bout of intercourse. I thrust into her in this position for a while. Even though I enjoyed it immensely, I wasn't entirely satisfied. I loved her ass more than any other erogenous part of her body. I flipped her over onto her hands and knees so I could see her ass bounce and jiggle as I slammed into her. She didn't object to this; in fact, she seemed to like the doggy-style position. I lost sight of everything we were talking about and focused on getting my rocks off, as the saying goes. It was the only thing that really mattered to me at the time. I even took the risk of spanking her ass a few times as I pushed into her. She never shocked my balls with her wrist remote, so I figured she liked it. "Yes, right there! Keep it up!" She commanded as I reached underneath and rubbed her clitoris. Both our bodies began to glisten. Akira, more appropriately, glowed when she began to sweat. My thrusts grew more violent as my cock plunged harder into her. When I stopped massaging her clit with my fingers, my balls took over and repeatedly slapped against it with each forward thrust. She would later tell me how much she adored the "ball-slap" against her pussy. I felt my balls begin to tighten and pull themselves up to my pelvis (at least as much as they could with the TestiTracker still locked around my scrotum). I was moments away from filling her up again. Akira was in the throes of pleasure and wasn't formulating any coherent speech. She was uttering incomplete sentences under her heavy breath. I couldn't blame her; I was practically doing the same thing. My balls tightened and pulled themselves up one final time, releasing their precious contents into Akira. If I didn't provided enough sperm to impregnate her the first time, I did on the second attempt without a doubt. I would love nothing more than to say that I fucked Akira a dozen times and brought her to a screaming orgasm each and every time, but that would be an obvious lie. The truth is we only had sex twice that day. I may be young, but I'm not Superman. I just didn't have it in me to fuck her more than I did. We did, however, fool around a bit before returning to the public areas of the CDC. Most of it was pretty typical: hugging, kissing, fondling. The one thing that really stood out, at least from my point of view, was when I bathed her (since the TestiTracker was an electrical device, I couldn't enter the tub with her. Akira would take off her wrist remote before entering the tub for the same safety reason).