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 17: The Anal Insemination Cabin
I woke up, very much aware of the two accessories I was now wearing 24/7.
The butt plug was obstructing my sore asshole, coating with Franck's sperm from the day before, and the chastity cage was preventing my aching dick from stirring-up into what should have been a strong morning wood.
I had not nutted in weeks.
I sighed. Being a Beta sucked sometimes.
Only a week to go before I would have the chance to remove the damn cage, jerk-off, and cum to get tested again, I thought, trying to remain optimistic.
With everything I had been doing to ingest as much jizz as possible, maybe I would be part of the happy few to get rid of the Disease after only six weeks of treatment.
One can only hope... Right?
Unfortunately, I could no longer count on my daily batch of extra-proteins from Gino. He had made his feelings pretty clear about that the previous night.
I had a hard time understanding his reaction. Was he expecting me to refuse the loads from the other Alphas? The whole point was to get me fixed, right? That was what mattered.
Besides, it was not like I had much of a say regarding my partner at the Anal Training Course!
Gino could have volunteered himself instead of letting Franck pound my ass if he had wanted to.
Honestly, the last month had been draining me a lot (ironic, I know, since I could no longer cum), and I was not in the mood to handle any ridiculous drama with my best friend.
I barely said hello to him. I ignored his outrageous morning wood as he was lying naked on top of the covers of his bed, - it was like he was showing his hairy Italian dick off on purpose -- and I went to take a shower.
That was one of the only moments where we were authorized to remove our butt-plug to clean our asshole.
We had been taught to give ourselves an enema during the Anal Training Course.
My poor hole was still stinging from the practice rounds but I knew that the big day was ahead, and I made sure to clean it real good, inside and out.
The last three days had merely been a preparation to that crucial moment in my journey for recovery.
During breakfast, everyone was showing signs of anxiety.
Aside from Franck, each of my Alpha Male housemates would likely be fucking a Beta male for the very first time that morning, and there was definitely tension in the air.
My teammates could joke about it all they wanted, things were taking an obscene turn, including for them.
That being said, we were not too sure if the new Protocol would apply to everyone immediately.
There were mentions about taking turns between oral ingestion, anal insemination, and skin penetration (meaning, a good old facial), so maybe some of us would not take any part in the fucking (at first).
I was not sure what I was hoping for.
At this point, I mainly wanted to get it over with.
Also, and although I could not admit it to Gino, it was not like I had not enjoyed Franck's hardcore pounding during the Anal Training Course... A part of me was wondering, or rather day-dreaming, about what it would feel like to be fucked by somebody else.
Was Franck very good? How did he compare to other hunks or more experienced married men? I could not cum with my cock anymore so anal orgasms were becoming my most realistic source of pleasure. Was a part of me really excited about the banging to come?
As we had been doing for the past month, my teammates and I walked together to the CuM Centre.
"Does your ass still hurt from yesterday?" Diego asked me.
I did not know if he actually cared or if he was just teasing me. He had a smirk on his face.
"I'm fine..." I muttered.
"I mean, it's gotta hurt a little, for sure. You've seen what I'm packing, guys... But our boy can take it! He's natural at it! Ain't that right, Dan?" Franck said, grinning to his ears.
I chose to ignore that comment while the other guys were giggling like idiots. Gino was not laughing with them though.
"He can take your cock but that does not mean his ass is ready for what's coming next! I can grant you that, Franck, you're fairly big for a white guy, but today will be the real test if Dan has to take some proper BBCs!" Darius chipped in.
"BBC?" Peter asked.
I already knew what BBC meant and I really wished Peter had not asked the question.
"Big Black Cocks!" Tyrone and Andre shouted in unison, laughing their ass off and grabbing their respective bulges.
Big D. went even further than them and pulled down his shorts to show off the (massive) goods.
"See, right there, a BBC ready to tear up a fat ass!"
That did not help calming my nerves...
"Look, guys, seems like there's a big line today!" Diego pointed out as we were getting closer to the Centre.
Indeed, as the smell of fresh cum was growing stronger in our nostrils, - areas surrounding the CuM Centres were known for their distinct odour of jizz -, we noticed a long line starting from the parking lot outside of the Centre.
Hundreds of guys were waiting, it was very much like that first day when we were all getting accustomed to the Protocol.
"What's going on?"
"Maybe the process is taking longer now, with all the ass-pounding..." Andre wisely pointed out.
"They should have anticipated that, some of us have things to do!" Jason grumbled.
As if he had anything important planned that day! What a jackass...
Gino was silent all throughout the walk. In fact, he had not said a word all morning. That was very annoying, I thought, could he just state his piece and move-on?
If anyone were to make a scene, it should have been me, I was the one about to get fucked in the ass... seven freaking times!
As we got closer, a staff member came to get us. The employee was a man in his mid-thirties, red-hair, a little bit chubby, he was there pretty much every day.
"Alphas? Betas?" He asked impatiently.
I moved aside.
"I'm the only Beta in this group..."
"Yeah, I recognize you. Come with me, Beta, the rest of you, get in line."
"How long do you think this is going to take?" Peter asked, looking towards the end of the line, nearly 250 feet away.
The staff member was not having it.
"What difference does it make, young man? This is mandatory anyway; you will wait as long as you need to. Do you want to piss-off the big guys carrying the guns?"
As always, a dozen of military men was overseeing the operation. Somehow, the sight of the riffles had a way to shut down every question or complaint about the Protocol.
I left my teammates and followed the red-hair guy inside the crowded Centre.
The place did look way more chaotic than usual and the staff seemed quite overwhelmed. It was also much noisier with people screaming (or moaning?) left and right.
Apparently, even the presence of the soldiers was not enough to maintain order that day.
I was getting increasingly worried and, as I was hurrying behind the staff member, I felt the butt plug moving-up in my hole. Was it the stress or the joyful anticipation?
The Centre was now split into two equally large areas.
On one side, - the furthest away from the entrance -, you had the brand-new Anal Insemination Cabins.
Basically, you could see about twenty asses and pair of legs hanging out of blue curtains which were falling on the Beta males' backs, hiding their upper bodies and faces, as they were fully bent over.
Right in the open, Alpha males were queuing in line, and then, fucking (sorry, inseminating), the Betas' assholes.
Balls were loudly fapping against the ass cracks, they were almost in synch.
I should have been prepared for anything at this point, but I was still shocked that there was no sort of intimacy.
Usually, the Authorities were trying to mind some of the Alpha males' concerns, but there, classmates, colleagues, and even members of the same families, were seeing each other bottom naked, hard and "anal inseminating" with absolutely no restriction.
But that was not it! The old cabins with the blue curtains where Alpha men were originally meant to jerk-off and then, asked to feed us directly, had completely disappeared.
Instead, a row of another twenty Betas were kneeling down, their mouths wide opened, in front of several lines of Alpha men, most of them wanking-off. Beta males were waiting for their turns until one Alpha was ready to nut, either on their faces or inside their throats.
Once again, this was all happening in the open! No cabins, no drapes, no anything. Just Beta guys on their knees and Alpha males standing up before them.
It was chaos because, basically, as soon as the Alphas were about to cum, they needed to empty themselves in the mouth, or on the face, of the closest Beta available.
Because of the poor organization, as I walked by, I saw three guys running towards a Beta male at the same time, and they all blew their loads onto him.
They were a lot of friendly fire involved among the Alphas, and people started to argue.
It was a real mess and the poor Beta had to wipe out the dirty floor and the thighs of the guys standing around him with his tongue to harvest the cum which had flown around.
"That's no fair! That faggot had already gotten six loads before! With these three, he has received nine!" The guy kneeling next to him complained.
I did not know what he was whining about because himself was drenched with cum, a thick white layer of goo was covering his forehead, one of his eyes, his nose and his left cheek.
Frankly, the spunk was dripping from all over his face and he was making bubbles of jizz in his mouth as he was talking.
I did not have much time to assess the situation as the red-hair staff member confirmed that I was assigned to the "Anal Section" that day, and I would therefore take place in the "Oral Section" only the next day.
I had to walk at a steady pace through the entire Centre to get to the other side where things proved not to be any less hectic.
