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 13: The President's address
President Harrison started his address just like usual, acting as if there was not a bare bum bending over the oval office (!), less than a foot away from where he stood.
The banner at the bottom of the screen was quite terrifying for me:
"Anal insemination of the Cure proven to be much more effective. More to come in the President's address to the Nation."
My eyes were glued to the T.V.
I could not, and I did not want to, look at my mates right now.
"American People, once again, I come to speak to you tonight, disrupting your family lives, maybe your dinner, in the hope that, soon, none of these addresses will be necessary as we will have fully eradicated the Disease."
As there were no journalists invited this time, we could not hear the usual whispers or even the occasional cheers from the press whenever there was some good news announced.
The only thing breaking the silence any time the President was not talking was the sound of that butt-naked guy heavily breathing.
He seemed very fit and fairly young -- about my age -, but it was mostly a guess since we could only see his muscular and rather hairy back side.
"As you know, the entire Administration and I, as well as your States' Governments, have been working tirelessly with Health specialists, doctors, and renown scientific experts, to save the lives of many of our young brave American citizens."
"Hmmmpf."
The guy bending over made a weird sound. Loud enough that it interrupted the President.
How sacrilegious! Right?
"The results obtained in the last month, thanks to the discovery of the Cure and the swift establishment of the Protocol, are tremendous, and once again, I want to share my immense gratitude to all of you who have made it possible. We estimate that roughly two hundred thousand lives have already been saved."
Another, louder "Hmmm" from the naked dude.
Doctor Seeder moved a little on his left so he could see the face of the Beta male lying against the most famous oval desk in the world, -- I naturally assumed that the guy was a Beta -, the doctor then nodded yes to the President.
Apparently, everything was fine and Harrison could resume his speech.
What a strange world we were living in!
"However, we must acknowledge collectively that we are only at the beginning of the fight against that Disease, and let me tell you something, my dear American People..."
President Harrison closed his fist, a thing he was doing when he meant business:
"...I am more committed than ever, and I can assure you that I will put all my time, efforts and energy, that I will work relentlessly towards the achievement of a single goal: eradicating the Disease before my mandate as your President is over!"
He was giving himself a little less than two years to save us all then.
That was interesting and all but could we get to the part about freaking anal ingestion?! There was a naked man moaning in the oval office, how much longer before this got addressed?
"The dude thinks he's in full campaign mode again. It's like he's running for office a second time." Peter commented next to me.
President Harrison continued his speech.
"Yet, too many young American men are still getting sick. Yet, too many Beta males live with the threat of contracting the Disease hanging above their heads. Yet, the Protocol continues to be a source of stress for many Alpha males... We need to stay strong my friends and come-up with more solutions rather than problems, with a more efficient system rather than growing frustrations."
He marked another pause.
The tension in the frat house was palpable.
"If the daily consumption of semen has drastically decreased the number of young males contracting the Disease and therefore, the number of deaths, the current method has also shown some limits as regards to getting rid of the defect permanently. Only a very marginal percentage of our Betas males are turning into Alphas."
Reading through the lines, I understood that it meant that the early testing with selected patients had not gone great, the Protocol and the gallons of cum consumed had not allowed for the Beta males to eliminate the issue contained in their balls.
I considered that I should not be too hopeful for my own test who was supposed to happen about ten days later... To be fair, I was not very sure about it to begin with.
"Already, the changes brought to the Protocol have proven to have great effects. Clinical trials have shown that the ingestion of cum straight from the tap, if you allow me the expression, is 150% more effective than the consumption of stored jizz in a bottle or in a cup."
"See, Dan, how important it is that we aim right inside the mouth!" Franck exclaimed.
I ignored him as the President kept going.
"I want to, once again, thank our Alpha male citizens who have shown how brave they are, often shoving their dicks right inside the Beta males' mouths and throats to make sure they would not miss a single droplet of their organic medicine. Bravo!"
Typical of President Harrison, he would always start his speech using all big and fancy words, but quickly, he would derail and talk just like us. "Jizz, nut, balls, dick..."
I mean, it was one of the reasons why a lot of voters liked him. He seemed like a man from the People.
Inside the living-room, my rowing teammates started to cheer themselves up.
Yes, they had been brave, they had fed many Beta males and surely, they had not been afraid to shove their dicks into my eager mouth.
"Now... You have probably heard about the different Protocols set-up all around the world, most of them, following our country's lead. Obviously, we have paid attention to the work of our allies and although, it might have seemed a bit extreme at first, the numbers are undeniable. It is now scientifically proven that anal insemination of the Cure is, by far, the best way to go to compensate for the defect."
And there we were.
There was like a general thrill in the sweaty, stinky, crowded room we were all gathered in.
I knew exactly where this was heading towards but I still felt like my heart was dropping in my chest when the President said it. It was just like I had gotten into a crazy looping ride in an amusement park.
Although, there was no amusement here. Anal insemination was the best way to go. He had declared it, loud and clear. I was doomed.
I felt a hand delicately pressing on my shoulder. I recognized Gino's friendly touch without looking at him.
As usual, President Harrison let Doctor Seeder explain the scientific details justifying why the semen which would coat inside one's anal cavity and against the prostate, - apparently, the deeper the jizz went in, the better it was -, would act both more efficiently and more rapidly to provide the Beta male with the much-needed B19 protein.
I was no longer listening to the T.V. though. I was pretending like I was watching but I was now focused on my teammates' reactions only.
And surely, it was bad.
"They're not going to make us fuck the Betas?" Jason asked right away, worried and pissed.
Damn it, I thought we had made progress with him!
"Do you really think they still have any sort of limits?" Diego snapped back.
"It's not really fucking though, it's like when we were emptying ourselves in a guy's mouth. It was just for the treatment."
I felt droplets of sweat sliding down my spine. My ass crack was also sweating a lot but I chose not to dwell on that.
"Nobody will accept that!" Peter intervened.
"You've accepted getting blown by Dan, right? I bet you did not think you would agree to that a few weeks ago."
Shit, my name was mentioned, meaning that I was involved in the conversation. But I continued with the same strategy, I was firmly looking at the screen, Doctor Seeder was showing graphs, numbers, and... opened wide assholes.
Jesus Christ.
Would my mother call me again to tell me to follow every guideline or, even her, would be freaked out at this point?
President Harrison was far from being done with the announcements though. After Doctor Seeder had explained: "how crucial it was for the Beta males to commit to the Protocol to survive", the President had more news to share.
"We do understand that this new method of ingesting the Cure will imply some changes in the current Protocol and might raise some questions regarding the practical ways the Authorities intend to go about it."
"You bet!" Diego yelled the screen.
"Seems pretty straight forward to me, you grab the ass of a Beta male, you pound him hard like a damn rag doll, and you breed him." Big D. pointed out.
A wise man... I thought.
"Please, be reassured that we are doing everything for all parties involved to feel comfortable with the new method." The President continued. "First, let me insist on the fact that anal insemination is not intended to fully replace the buccal, oral and skin consumption of jizz."
"Nice, we'll still get our mandatory blowjobs each morning!" Someone commented behind me.
"Studies have shown that combining different ways of absorbing spunk such as through your skin, notably by letting cum dry on your face, straight down your throat to your stomach, and through your asshole, is the most effective method to fight the defect."
I was dead silent. I wondered if I would ever speak again.
