The first thing they don't tell you in fantasies about being the last man on Earth is that fucking as many women as you can is not the same as fucking as many as you want. The second is that the women with money get preference over the ones who don't have it. A thousand fat rich biddies later, I'm contemplating suicide.
Every day, I'm woken up at 4 in the morning to swallow specially engineered food to increase my sexual stamina and sperm production and potency. It has not once failed to taste like crap since the day I was brought here. It's done its job though. I can come about 150 times a day, and the general at the facilities makes sure I hit this limit every single day. In fact, I'm not allowed to sleep until I have.
So every day, I'm walking like a zombie. Well not actually walking, more like thrusting or after the 50th cum, laying, sobbing my eyes out, on my back. For their credit, they have a huge selection of beautiful women trained by the sexual experts to bring a man to climax as quickly as possible to help me reach my required output. Exotic beauties of every type and shape, they are. Ebony beauties with tongues like cats that can spiral a man's dick completely around without moving a muscle, Asian sluts as lithe as faeries who can give a complete sensual hand massage of the dick with their ass, and White girls with natural boobs as big as supermodels who can make their breasts a perfect impression of a pussy.
Still with all the action I now receive I'm too sore to enjoy it too much, though my treacherous dick keeps responding to it. They also have begun using anal stimulants on me to help get me to rise to action even faster. My prostrate has been massaged so many times that the once enjoyable act of sitting brings pain. Not to mention what the invasions have done to my bowel movements.
