A new lethal disease affects a large proportion of the men in their early twenties. Thankfully, the authorities have finally found a cure: ingesting good old spunk! And those young beta males are going to need to swallow A LOT of it if they want to survive.
The story, names, and places are entirely fictional. All characters featured in the story are above 18. This story is only meant to be read by a mature audience, and in any case, by people over the age of 18.
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THE CURE
Chapter 3: The three rules Protocol
After being tested and sorted, us Betas were sent to classrooms where we were about to get some training on the new Protocol to follow.
The Alphas could resume with their usual classes, they would only receive a short list of instructions for the harvesting of their semen in the weeks to come.
I randomly sat beside my house and team mate Simon Brown who did not say a word.
He seemed to be in a very dark place. I let him be.
I did call my mother to announce the bad news, she told me that my brother Jack had "passed" the test, he was an Alpha. She corrected herself, this was not about "passing or not", this was just a medical exam...
She was right though.
In the eyes of the society, my Beta peers and mysef had failed and we all knew it.
Of course, my mom made me promise once again that I would follow the Protocol to the letter and that I would do everything to avoid for the Disease to manifest itself.
The training would last for the whole afternoon, it even extended to the evening.
I did not get lucky. My class was taught by Coach Jordan -- whom I was normally okay with in the rowing team but who was acting super sus since that morning -, and Doctor Williams, the same doctor who had told me not to wash my hands coated with jizz earlier in the bathroom.
At this point, I despised them both equally.
I had imagined that the Protocol to get cured would be bad, it was even worse than I thought.
"The Health Department has come up with a three rules system to get you through your journey to recovery." Doctor Williams explained.
"But we're not even sick yet!" Steven Aclove, the water-polo player, said.
"We're just likely to get the Disease."
"That is very true but once you'll show the first symptoms, it may already be too late. We have to act now and swiftly."
Some guy on the first row started crying.
Fuck, this really was a nightmare.
"Do not worry, boys. Your lack of the B19 protein can be effectively compensated by keeping, injecting and absorbing semen in your system. We believe that after going through a strict Protocol which will significantly increase the sperm level inside your body, you will rebalance the defect permanently and you will simply need to get tested once in a while to make sure you're still good."
"Boys, the more you commit to the Cure and to the "three rules system" now, the more chances you have to be through with it quickly!" Coach Jordan encouraged.
On this, he was right.
I, for one, did not intend to end up in an hospital bed, or worse, in the grave, due to my condition. I also planned to correct this "defect" they were all talking about, as soon as possible.
"Rule number 1: Your own sperm should never be released unless this is mandatory for a medical test such as the one you took part in this morning. We will let you release yourself about once a month to track the evolution of your testosterone's level. We understand the sacrifice it represents but sex and masturbation are therefore off the table, unless you can manage to do one or the other without ejaculation, but we seriously doubt that."
Most of the guys protested, not Simon who remained deadly silent.
I was stunned, barely registering the consequences of what had just been told to me.
Cumming once a month.
In a freaking cup for testing.
FUCKING HELL!
"This is for your own good! For your health! And remember, this is only temporary until the problem is fixed!"
To be fair, I was not too worried about the "no sex" part.
I had let a girl suck me once during a party a couple months back but that was as far as I had gone sex-wise in the last year.
Before that, I had dated a girl for a few months but of all the guys from the frat house, I was certainly the one with the least luck when it came to chicks.
Not that I was not fit or anything, I mean, I was a rower since forever, - I was tall and I had a great physique, my glutes and my ass in particular were always getting compliments -, but I was too awkward and shy around girls.
Anyway, I could handle no sex, but no masturbation, no cumming at all... This was something else! I would normally cum - at the very least! -, twice a day.
Was it why I had turned out to be a Beta? Had I jerked off too much and wasted all my good sperm?
That could not be it, though. Gino was at least wanking as much as I was! We were sharing a room; I could tell that he had his hands all over his dick as soon as he was slipping himself under the sheets. And he had been tested an Alpha...
I was also thinking about the crazy amount of semen released by Franck Karter that morning.
I did not know it yet but Karter's balls were about to become a very unhealthy obsession of mine.
"We will guide you through this abstinence period. But do keep in mind that if, someday, the worst happens and you should ejaculate without controlling yourself, - which again, we strongly advise against -, the most important thing to do is to reinject your seeds inside your body as fast as possible."
"Eating your own cum!" Coach Jordan clarified as if the doctor's instructions were not sufficiently explicit.
I was more and more mortified, but this was only the beginning.
There were two more rules to lay down and way more educational videos to sit through.
"Ruler number 2: You will need to ingest at least an ounce of alpha male sperm per day (2,96 cl, roughly a shot glass)."
Again, the Coach explained further:
"A normal ejaculation produces generally between 0.12 ounces and 0.30 ounces of sperm; it means that you'll have to drink the amount of roughly five to eight loads of cum a day."
At that point, some students started to react more vehemently.
"That's fucking gross!"
"Impossible!"
"I'm not gay."
Five to eight loads. I got dizzy. That was so much! Every single day?!
"Guys, guys, guys, calm down. This has nothing to do with being gay, on the contrary, this is all about becoming a real Man! You absolutely need to change your attitude or you will never make it through the Protocol. Think about the trouble it will be for the Government to bring you seven healthy loads of sperm a day! Think about how much cum your fellow Alpha males will have to sacrifice for your sake!" Doctor Williams explained.
"We, as a country, have decided to give up healthy sperm which could have been used for pleasure or procreation, just for your well-being!" Coach Jordan exclaimed. "You should be grateful! We are saving your lives for God's sake!"
This did not make things better at all.
Both the doctor and the Coach insisted on the absolute necessity that we keep an open mind. I tried to. This was only natural medicine, proteins. A standard Protocol approved by the Health Department.
The Cure had no side effect and was more effective and less dangerous than any other chemical drugs.
As we were shown images of young men in hospitals, begging for the Cure, I saw myself there. How could I complain about injecting some sperm in me when people were actually dying?
Maybe the footage which hit me the most was the one of a woman, same age of my mom, breaking down after the death of her only son.
She could be my mom. The boy could be me.
An older guy came in the classroom. He took some glass containers out of a cooler and handed one to each Beta. The cups were very similar to the ones used this morning, but this time, they were full. A white gooey liquid.
I assume you can guess what was in it...
"Each of these is filled with roughly one ounce of sperm. This semen has generously been donated, notably with the juice provided by your Alpha classmates this morning. Now, you simply have to drink it."
I was very confused. Ever since they were talking about ingesting and absorbing sperm, I had pictured a very medical process involving a syringe, a pill, or something.
I had never pictured myself actually drinking and swallowing jizz!
Simon Brown next to me seemed like he was about to throw up.
He talked for the first time:
"You're not really expecting us to drink that, I mean, our mates' cum?"
I looked at my cup, if only they did not specify the origin of the sperm, maybe I could have gone through with it but now, it was just too much.
Again, I was picturing Franck's boner throbbing and his hairy balls in my mind.
"Jesus! You are all such pussies, no wonder why you have failed your tests! You do realize that the entire country is trying to save your damn worthless lives! Think of it as if you were soldiers on the battlefield and this was your freaking mission."
Coach Jordan was sort of terrifying when he was mad.
"For God's sake, generous donors have pushed themselves so you could have access to this nutritious Cure. They could have left you for dead, you know! But those alpha Males had joined the national effort to save you, Betas! And now, you're being difficult! I mean, It's either this or death, boys!"
One the students in the first row said:
"I'd drink that, I don't care!"
That was Gregory Marshall, one of the few openly gay guys of the college. No wonder he was happy to drink it, I thought.
He swallowed the cum from his cup in less than 2 seconds, even licking his lips afterwards.
Again, I was shocked. In my brain, drinking cum was very much linked to the rough porn I was ashamed to watch sometimes, where a nasty chick would get nutted on by horny guys with huge cocks. Seeing it happening in class, even though there was no actual dick involved, was very surreal.
"Good boy. That's the spirit" Coach Jordan stated. "Come on, we don't have all day. Guys, this is literally the size of a shot glass. I would drink it right away if I were not so against wasting precious cum."
I looked at my drink. This whole process was insane.
The container had been kept in a fridge or something, the good thing was that some of the smell was gone and it was not warm.
One by one, everyone got themselves to drink the so-called miracle Cure.
