The Impregnation Center

********This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. This story will revolve around Mistress Harris as she reminisces on her early days in the male sperm extraction facilities after the male birthrate drastically dropped. Please leave comments.*******

Mistress Harris sat down in her office and pulled her glasses off. It had been a long day. New donor orientations always made for a long day. She glanced at the picture on her desk. It had been taken fourteen years earlier. It was a selfie from the front of the plane. She was giving the camera a thumbs-up. She lived in a different country then, the less populated country to the north. They ran their sparse male donor's a little different than the Impregnation centers she was used to now.

She thought back to that day. She was a bright eyed 21-year-old who was making her first run from the remote Sean's Head outpost to the male sperm extraction facility 600 miles away. She felt a smile crawl across her face as she played out that day in her head.

Fourteen Years Earlier

"Please come in gentleman." Cheyenne Harris purred as she ushered the seven stark naked nineteen-year-old men onto the plane. They all had bright red faces as they walked. They all were holding their hands over their crotches.

Even through their hands, Cheyenne could tell each of them had a pair of massive low-hangers that she knew were holding nearly two-months worth of the virile nineteen-year-olds' sperm.

It was the law of the land. Once the male birthrate drastically declined the northern country decided that instead of the sparse young men fucking hopeful mothers all day like in the south that the young men would have their sperm collected by machine over a matter of ten months. This would make the northern country able to keep a stockpile of strong, potent sperm on hand to be used as donor sperm for perspective mothers.

Cheyenne knew that all seven men on her plane had turned nineteen two months. A week after they turned nineteen, they had to go to their male registration office where a sperm retention cage was placed over their penis. It was a chastity cage that would stop them from masturbating and wasting any of their precious sperm. After the retention cage was put on and locked, they had to wait a long two months before their next ejaculation. This was equivalent to torture to any horny nineteen-year-old man.

After that the men were told to be at this air strip two months later to be transported to the Central Extraction Base where they would spend ten months. Every day during those ten months they would spend six hours having their loads mechanically milked and stored in the Central Sperm Donor Vault until it was transplanted to the many hopeful mothers.

Cheyenne had heard stories during her training for this post that during the two months the men have their penises locked away in the retention cage that their scrotums usually quadrupled in size as their testicles filled with unreleased sperm. Usually by the time the two months were up the men were more than happy to get to their transport plane and have their penis slurped on by an extraction sleeve, for the first little bit at least.

Cheyenne instructed, "take a seat in the first open seats please. Then place your hands on the foot marks on the floor and your hands on the hand marks on the arm rests." The plane was small and only had ten total seats, five on each side of the aisle.

The men sat down in the strange seats. She watched them place their feet on the yellow foot plates. Then, reluctantly, they all took their hands off their scrotums and placed them on the yellow hand prints on the arm rests.

Cheyenne almost felt her mouth fall open. Her training wasn't lying. Their nuts were visibly full. All seven guys were sporting massive scrotums. Cheyenne could've sworn the tall lanky guy with large ears sitting in one of the bulkhead seats had testicles swollen to the size of two large, ripe apples. She could tell he had a large penis too that was desperately straining to get erect in its metal prison.

Walking up to her control panel she pressed a few keys. Restraints shot out of the seats securing all the mens ankles and wrists then another strap flew out and secured tightly around their waists holding them in place. The cabin erupted in the young men protesting.

"Gentlemen please," Cheyenne quieted them. She said, "this is for your protection. We have a four and half hour flight ahead of us. I think you all will like the next buttons I press." She tapped a few other keys on her control panel and with a click all seven of the young men felt their retention cages click open and then fall of their penises to the floor.

Cheyenne heard several, "oh gods," and a couple guys moaning, "fuck yes."

Cheyenne began pressing more buttons and a metal ring shot out from each seat and clamped around the base of each of their scrotums and up over the base of their penises. The stocky guy with a hairy belly sitting near the back blurted "what the fuck is this?"

Cheyenne said, "gentleman this is your Control Ring. While we are in flight it will provide pleasure pulses to stimulate your genitals." This made all the men perk up. She continued, "but if you do not behave and are not compliant, I can use the rings for punishment. Here is a taste of the punishment." She pushed the large red button on the control panel.

Large bulbous nodules began coming out of the ring pushing deep into the bases of their scrotums and cocks. They weren't sharp enough to break the skin, but they kept closing in on their most sensitive body parts.

"Oh god!" The big eared guy with apple sized nuts yelled.

"Please stop it!" The hairy bellied guy shouted.

Cheyenne could see the nodules were compressing their penises and nutsacks which were turning red from the pressure.

The big eared guy moaned, "I'm gonna be sick."

The hairy bellied bro had a tear running down his cheek.

The tension was let off their nuts and cocks as the nodules retreated back into the control rings. Cheyenne assured them, "now I only will do that if any of you are not complying with my instructions. Will you all promise to comply with my instructions and rules?"

The cabin erupted in confirmations from the young men, none of them keen to have their scrotums and penis roots squished and flattened. The men could only sit in their restrained seats as a video began playing on the screens in front of them.

A bubbly blonde woman on the screen welcomed them to the Sperm Extraction Program and thanked them for their time. All seven guys scoffed. They didn't have a choice. It was required by law.

The woman on the screen told them over the next ten months they would be contributing to the continuation of their country by having their sperm extracted.

The men perked up as the woman said, "we believe in getting started right away. Therefore, during this flight to the Central Extraction Base all of you will be providing vital donations in-flight. Don't worry, the shelves and directing tubes that interact with your penis will ensure not a single drop of semen is spilled. Please, enjoy your flight. Prepare yourselves for your first donation session."

"What's a directing tube?" Big ears asked.

"Trust me we won't like it. And we will not have a good flight." The hairy-bellied guy replied from the back. His older brother had told him all about what he had to look forward to over the next ten months.

With a flip of a few switches and a push of a large green button the seven guys all felt the rings around their scrotums become warm and start tingling. Some of the men even began moaning. As she took her seat for take off Cheyenne could see that all their penis's were beginning to fill with blood and extend to their full length for the first time in two months.

They all looked confused and nervous as a long sleeve with a hole in the center and a silicon insert shot out of the chair on an arm from between their legs. The sleeve had a long clear tube that, unknown to the young men, snaked under their seats and emptied into one large collection container in the cargo hold.

Hairy-belly knew what it was. His brother was right, it was for sure self-lubricating as slick clear liquid was practically dripping into the floor.

Big ears wasn't so sure and he asked, "so, what does this......." He wasn't able to finish though as all seven sleeves shot forward at once and swallowed the guys shaft all the way down to the hairy base.

Big ears eyes went wide as the slick nodules lining the entire length of the sleeve rubbed all over his nerve lined cockhead and larger, less fine nodules ran over his shaft, tickling his pubic hair.

Hairy Belly was grunting too.

Cheyenne checked her files to see that the one with large ears was named Ferris and the one with the hairy belly was named Lonnie.

All seven men became animated as porn began playing on the screen in front of them. Currently they were watching a teacher on her knees as her all-male class took turns skull fucking her.

As they made their way to the runway the men all began moaning and begging for more as the self-lubricating sleeves came to life. The top part that was secured onto their penis head began secreting a special lube that made their glans even more sensitive than normal and spun back and forth quickly all over the most sensitive parts of their sex organs. This was enough to drive any guy wild, but the rest of the sleeve around their shafts became warm and began suctioning on and off.

The men were in such an over-sexed fog they didn't even realize they were starting down the runway. It had been less than a minute since the stimulation on their penis's had begun and all of them were already on the cusp of an explosive orgasm. The young guys were carrying around two months worth of cum that they desperately wanted to eject. Exactly one minute after the stroker had come to life, right when their landing gear left the runway, Ferris shouted, "oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!"

From the back Lonnie yelled, "holy fuck, I'm gonna nut!"

The pudgy blonde haired guy sitting across from Ferris in the other bulkhead seat shouted, "I'm cumming!" Cheyenne watched as his clear tube filled with white as he shot a massive load from his now softball sized nuts.

"Here I fucking cum!!!!!" Ferris shouted. Cheyenne felt her crotch become wet as Ferris's tube filled with an obscene amount of his white soup. Cheyenne could see Ferris rocking his hips as much as the restraint around his waist would let him as he tried to fill his tube with a full two months worth of his baby juice.

As the plane continued to climb all seven men filled their tubes with their white output. Suddenly Ferris yelled, "oh my god. Please turn it off! I came. Please turn it off!!!!!"

Ferris was not the first to start begging for the sleeve to be turned off as they entered their refractory period. Lonnie was pleading from the back, "have mercy. My dicks so fucking sensitive!!!"

Over the intercom Cheyenne said, "gentleman, please try and contain yourselves. We have a four-and-a-half-hour flight, and you will have your sperm extracted the whole time so please try and relax."

The pudgy blonde beside Ferris, who Cheyenne realized was named Norm after checking her records, blurted, "fuck this. Get this thing off my fucking dick!!!!!"

Cheyenne made another announcement, "also gentleman, any profanity said in frustration is grounds for me to use the punishment nodules in your control ring."

The men all began begging her not to engage the nodules in the rings.

"Just please don't squish my junk again!" Ferris shouted. Then his eyes went wide and he blurted, "oh.....oh........ I'm gonna cum again!" As Ferris shouted Lonnie was finishing his own second orgasm. His hairy belly heaved as his second load of white goo was swept away in the tube.

Ferris began rocking his hips forward again, trying to shove his throbbing manhood even deeper into the silicon sleeve.

Over the course of the next several hours Cheyenne watched all seven young men go into a state of over-aroused agony. By hour three some of them were crying. Lonnie's hairy stomach was heaving as he pumped his seventeenth ejaculation into the clear tube that was now stained white with his cum.

As Cheyenne walked by Ferris he began babbling, "pl...... please...... can't....... Can't cum anymore."

Cheyenne feigned empathy saying, "I'm sorry, Ferris. But your sperm is vital to the continued population of homeland."

By the time they began their final descent the seven men were all babbling. Half of them had their eyes rolled to the ceiling as they were gooned out of their mind.

As the wheels touched down the sleeves automatically disengaged.

Cheyenne could see the relief coming over the young guys eyes as the pressure was let off their bloated penis's as the sleeves retracted off their shafts. If only the guys knew what was coming when they would enter the Sperm Extraction Facility and would be spending six hours daily strapped flat on a table having load after load milked out of their scrotums.

Present Day

Mistress Cheyenne Harris came back to reality as her phone rang. It was her 22-year-old sister. She still lived in the north country and was just finishing her first day as a transport steward.

"Hello," Mistress Harris said.

"oh my god. It was amazing," her sister said. "I had fifteen guys on my transport and they acted up so I had to use the control nodules for ten full minutes. One guy even threw up."

Slipping her glasses back on, Mistress Harris quipped, "tell me all about it."