Chapter 14 Heather Finishes the Slave
Heather knew that Ross was finished. But there was only one more thing to do to him. She would force him to cum one more time, but this time, there should be nothing coming out of him. It would be a 'dry cum' as they called it, somewhat pleasurable, but most devastating to his balls. It is a rarity that any male goes to the point of a dry cum. By that time, they're normally too tired to play and their arousal level is about as low as their sperm count.
Having stored all of his captured specimens in the refrigerator, Heather moved back over to the slave and pulled up her chair. She sat down, herself recuperating from a very powerful orgasm. She scooted up closer to the slave and began a close examination of what she had done to him. She had seen those results, in the specimen cups, but now she needed to check the slave. She would examine him for any signs of injury or damage. She was good at her job, but she would still check him anyway, medically.
"Just rest baby. You've been through a lot. I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Judging by your reactions to what we've been doing, I think you know that." She got comfortable in the rolling chair and moved in closer to his rear end.
"Just relax. I'm not going to do anything to hurt you," she said as she gently pulled his butt cheeks apart. Peering closely at him, she made a visual examination of his butt, noting that there were no signs of any injury, tears or bruising. He was in good shape. She wasn't so concerned about his rear. She was more concerned about the parts that she could not see, deep inside his balls sack and inside his cock. She knew that the huge forceful gushes of thick milk would irritate his urethra, well down inside his cock. Having forcefully expelled so much in a short time, his urethra would be inflamed and swollen. She could tell this because of the way his ejaculate was shooting out. Even though it was into a rubber, it was still obvious that it was irregular in the way it pumped out. His urethra would recover quickly, a little bit of antibiotics and a numbing agent would help him.
It was his balls that concerned her. Males aren't use to completely pumping out. In each orgasm, the balls contract and expand hard, forcing the sperm up the epididymus and vas deferens, through the urethra and outward, with great force. It was another one of Nature's way of ensuring successful reproduction. But as a male tires, he loses his arousal level and desire to continue. In the slave's case, there is no choice but to continue, till the trainer is through with him.
"Relax baby, you might feel a little tender down here," she said as her fingertips moved down to his enlarged sack. He immediately jerked as her fingers touched the swollen balls.
"Well, now we know, you're one of the types that swell up," she mumbled out loud. Heather knew that there were two types of males, those that had balls that would swell up and the other ones, whose balls would shrink down. She had found that overuse, or over stimulation would produce one or the other, bigger balls or smaller balls. Obviously Ross was one that would swell. His orgasms had been so forceful that she estimated that he would swell up largely. He did. He was also very tender to the touch. Even though his balls were probably empty, they looked massive and full. Their swollen appearance made them look like they were ready to explode.
"Wow, you are swollen," she noted, out loud. Her fingertips moved gently around the huge sack, feeling the outsides of each ball. His cock was completely soft, no evidence of any oozing or moisture at the tip. He was virtually dried out.
"Ok, this is going to hurt a little. Just hold still." She used one hand to hold onto the sack while her other hand's fingertips probed into the mushy sack. He immediately jerked as her fingers touched on his raw nerves. "Boy, you really are swollen. I'm not trying to hurt you, just hold still and relax."
She continued probing the mushy mass inside his thin-skinned sack. With his arousal level almost nothing, his balls were hanging down really low. There was no sign of any arousal. She could feel that the vas deferens and epididymus were greatly enlarged, probably from her hard manipulation of them. If not the manipulation, they were swollen from the huge gushes that his balls had forced out through them. Either way, he was extremely sensitive and tender.
About that time, Heather heard a soft knock at the secured door. Since she was wearing nothing, she quickly put on a lab coat and hurried toward the door. The only person that would even consider disturbing a trainer when she was working would be the doctor herself. Heather pulled the lab coat across her bare chest and quickly unlocked the door.
"Hi Heather, I thought I would stop by and see how the new slave was progressing," the doctor said as she stepped through the door.
"Hi doc, we're doing great in here, come on in and see what we've got. I think that you're going to be surprised," Heather said, opening the door wide.
"Now that's an arousing sight," the doctor said, her eyes trained on the slave's exposed rear end and spread thighs. I bet you've been having fun with this one, haven't you?" The doctor hurried across the room, getting a closer look at the huge sack and cock hanging down softly between the spread thighs. "He sure is swollen, were you too forceful on him?" The doctor was worried that Ross might be injured or damaged. She leaned down closer, visually examining the exhausted slave.
"No, no force at all. As a matter of fact, he's been very responsive to my softer methods. You won't believe how much I've gotten out of him," Heather said, going over to the refrigerator. She pulled out the rubber filled specimen containers and showed the doctor. Each container held an overfilled rubber. The doctor looked into the containers, noting how each one had large amounts of sperm, but very little pre cum. Even after the day before, the doctor was still amazed.
"I had a feeling when I first saw him, that he was an over producer. He's capable of putting out more than anything we've seen before. His amounts are unbelievable."
Both of the women stood, staring at the huge amounts of sperm inside the containers.
"So, where are you at right now. Anything to report?" The doctor wanted to know what had been done so far with the new slave. It was obvious to the doctor that Heather had been having her own fun, which was not a problem. The doctor would have worried if her female staff didn't exhibit any sexual behavior. Heather was no exception to this. Standing there, Heather's lab coat was wide open, a sticky fluid smeared all over the tops of her inner thighs. The doctor noticed it, glancing down and smiling. "Is he good?" The doctor wanted to know.
