"Let's go. 34. Up and at 'em!"
The familiar loud buzzer on the lock to his door flooded the small room. 34's tall, lean frame unfolded as he rose to his feet. The door opened and the short, stocky attendant walked in with an attempt to make an imposing presence. 34 wasn't impressed or excited in the least. He knew the attendant meant no harm and was likely power tripping. 34 only smirked. He knew he was the one that had the more plush existence. All this, the facility, the staffers, the wonderful meals, the boundless reading, movies and video games, the incredible athletic facility - it was all for him. Well, him and the countless others that were housed here. If he wanted anything he only need to request it and it was given to him. There were only a few rules he'd learned to abide by: do as your told, no talking to the staff. Otherwise, what he wanted he got. He was treated like a rock star when it came to fulfilling his wishes. All he had to do was ask for it.
The attendant walked to him and clipped the leash to 34's collar. It was part of the routine, part of protocol, part of the process. It wasn't needed. He knew what was expected of him and he was more than willing to oblige. The staffers that worked with him were accommodating and did everything they could to make his life here enjoyable and pleasurable. The staff knew a contented provider produced a higher quality output.
34 strolled down the hall with the attendant a pace or two in front of him. This was his production and he was the star. The shorter attendant lead 34 to the familiar collections room at the end of the concrete corridor and hooked his leash over the cable suspended in the room. The attendant waddled back to the control box and hoisted the cable up above 34's reach. It was an act that gave a semblance of confinement and control, but 34 knew the collections staffer wouldn't be long.
He knew from experience it was one of three possible staffers working this time of day. It was either the tall, leggy brunette staffer that was about his age and loved to wear all manner of makeup (she was always sporting a new look); the slightly older, experienced lady that had a slightly above average rack; or the shorter, new staffer that was still unsure of the whole collections process. He knew the new girl would learn over time, but it still made for some awkward experiences. 34 stood, staring at the blank wall mindlessly waiting for the staffer's footsteps to enter the room.
He didn't have to wait long before he heard the heavy stride of the older lady. Heavy may not be the right way to describe her stride. She wasn't fat necessarily - "old sarge", as he liked to call her, was fatter and far more rough and gruff with the providers. 34 didn't care for "sarge" as much. No, this lady with him today was pleasant enough. She had a decent chest on her, she carried herself well, always looked and smelled nice, and was usually willing to do whatever it took to ensure 34 gave his best. She wasn't necessarily the nicest of the bunch, but she wasn't the rudest or most robotic either. Some staffers - the "nice ones" as they were known - seemed to really relish their job as much as the providers enjoyed ... providing - yeah, those were the nice one. This lady was somewhere in between - not mechanical but not overly into it. What she was, was older and experienced. She knew her way around the providers the way a farmer knows his crops or a rancher knows their livestock. She knew what sort of biological tricks it took for them to give her their best. The whole process was very scientific to her. It wasn't erotic. It wasn't a personal connection for her. No, she just knew her job and knew what tricks to use for her to do her job well.
34 realized long ago this was part of the equation. It was all a means to an end for him and the staffers, for the whole facility really. The entire enterprise came down to the interactions between staffer and provider right here in this room - day in, day out, day and night, all year long. If it meant living out his days in a quite blissful experience to give a little of himself every day, he was happy to do it. Some people sweat and toil so they can have a comfortable life. 34 did sweat at times, but his toiling was done for him - and in quite a pleasurable way. He may not have volunteered for the role when he first came here, but he enjoyed his role. It gave him satisfaction to know he had more control than he first realized. He realized he was a prized provider, and knowing all that helped him produce even better.
"Hellooooo, 34," she seemed to sing out. "How are you today?"
"Man, she's chipper," he thought. He knew her question was rhetorical as he was forbidden from speaking out - either to staffers or attendants. He just grinned a half-grin and cocked his head to the side.
The staffer set her tray down, picked up the scanner and scanned the label on the cup and then the code on his collar. "There we go," she said, returning the scanner to the tray. She carefully put on her gloves and picked up the cup and tube of gel. "And... so how should we do this today?" she asked aloud. She walked over to the control box by the door and lowered the cable and leash. 34 remained in place until told what to do. She walked back to 34, stepped in front of him, and removed his shirt. She took a moment to admire his svelte, handsome physique. She walked around him, stood behind him, and lowered his elastic scrub pants to his knees. "Kick those off, please." 34 did as he was told and kicked his pants into a pile atop his shirt.
She walked over to the exam table in the corner where she usually worked with him except this time instead of telling him to get on the table, she sat on the edge of the table. "Come here to me," she said. He took two steps toward her and stood in front of her. His thick tool beginning to awaken at the prospect of what was to come. His balls hung heavy with his product, ready for release. "Turn around," she told him. He complied. She reached her gloved hands out and pulled him in closer by his shoulders. With her bootie-covered feet, she wrapped her legs around his muscular, athletic thighs to hold him close. Her arms wrapped around his chest and felt his well-developed chest. Slowly she glided her hands over his sensitive nipples and traced the outline of his muscular build.
He was a human thoroughbred. Well cared for, exercised and fed for peak performance, and scientifically bred to produce optimum offspring. While this was certainly just a job for her and not one that she got romantically or personally invested in, what was wrong with admiring such a beautiful creature? He was after all the very definition of peak masculinity and virility. Alas, it was her job to pleasure this creature in new and exciting ways that kept him happy, fulfilled, and eager for more.
With him locked in her embrace, she glided her hands down his strong abdominal muscles, cruised along his impressive V shaped path down to his sizable groin. Again, she never got attached to the producers, but they were remarkable. On the outside, she never saw any body as remarkable as his, certainly never at home in her bedroom. Down, down, down she explored until she reached her destination. His large, well-functioning testicles hung low. All his hair was removed as was protocol for all producers here at the facility so his sack was soft and smooth. The sizable balls filled her hands as she felt their mass. This was just the warm up to get this stallion going. His experienced phallus was certainly awakened now and yearned for attention. With one hand she traced a finger along the base of his balls, up, up and around to his thick, growing penis.
