Fountain of Youth By Rob Loveboy gay/bi/pedo Copyright(C) 2013 - Rob
Loveboy



   Chapter Two

   Perhaps it was Jason's learned understanding of the business world
getting his Chartered Master Accountant degree that he graduated with
flying colours after three years.  His only disappointment was having to
move back to the hamlet permanently when Abbie flatly refused to move to
the city with their two young boys and another child on the way.

   In the few years that past, the Jap's insatiable demand for more semen
from the youngest, most potent source brought about the need for
home-based, specially designed semen receptacles that flared wide to coddle
the head of a penis and released semen into a test tube that had to be
immediately sealed with a rubber plug after ejaculation and placed in the
family freezer for convenient daily pickup.

   The company was well aware that normal boys jerked off twice or more per
day and the Jap's wanted to capitalize on that wasted treasure.  So did the
fathers who had a vested interest made to realize that money was being left
on the table.  Then the catch-22 began.

   In order to keep the semen at its peak potency required boys to ingest
each other's semen, and at the same time, expected to donate more ejaculate
every day.  Something had to give.  Lesser quantities filled the test-tubes
and the Japs were getting anxious and cutting rates paid out.  Fathers
panicked, their monthly revenues were almost cut in half.

   Jason, the educated numbers man, was placed in charge of negotiations on
behalf of all the families who all had differing financial arrangements
with the Japs.  Jason never lost sight of his theory that the Rich Japanese
used the semen for medicinal purposes.  Cutting them off of their supply
would re-open negotiations after they'd sweated for a few weeks.  It wasn't
long before the executives appeared from Japan trying to salvage their
lucrative business.

   They had another trick up their sleeve, -blood!  An endless commodity
that Jason negotiated a phenomenal price per pint, extracted once per month
at the clinic.  Jason knew without a doubt that the equally potent blood
would be donated into the bodies of the extremely rich.  As well, he
negotiated a new, higher price for the semen despite the shrinking volume.
Money would flow once again and in greater amounts.

   Jason was well respected and placed in charge of the communal financial
dealings.  He turned out to be a financial wizard, even looking ahead into
the future as any good bean-counter did.  He found that there would be a
famine of the most lucrative semen, 11- to 13 year old donors within
fifteen years.  The hamlet citizens were not producing as many children,
namely boys, as they once had.  There was a drastic change in gender
births, females outnumbered males 4 to 1 if his theory was correct.  He
summoned the scientist and they came overseas without delay at his beck and
call.

   Jason showed them his predictions and they were remarkably impressed
with his keen business foresight.  The scientists deliberated among
themselves for a few days, finally approaching Jason with well thought out
countermeasures.

   -Females must consume the potent boy cum to alter the female oestrogen
at conception.  -The company first needed an increase in production of
semen to sustain stock for a few months during the transition, which meant
that boys would have to concentrate on nothing but filling test tubes even
if it meant abstaining from homo sex for a while.  Jason had a contingency
plan for that event, the boys could still continue to fool around, but
their semen be spat into the vials.

   Non consumption of the vital foreign semen would eventually reduce the
overall potency value, but hopefully, it would be replenished before the
Japanese's rations ran out when it would be business as usual.

   The company strongly recommended procreation without delay that could
realistically circumvent the very real threat of age disparity in the next
10 or twelve years.  They did their own study of population and age factor
at the time and agreed with Justin's wisdom.  A financial catastrophe had
to be avoided.  The plan called for a mass ejaculation to first fill the
company's reservoirs of stock, then commence exposing the semen to the most
susceptible hosts, fertile, virgin females aged 10 to 14 years.

   Twenty-three year old Jason held a town hall meeting with the scientist
present acting as his advisors if needed.  He was blunt, if they wanted to
reap the financial rewards long term; they had to take immediate desperate
measures to secure that.  Procreation without delay was the only solution.

   Bedlam set in and a three-week long blitz of masturbation ensued.  Boys
didn't go to school, nor were they allowed hot baths, (advisement by the
company that sperm counts were at risk) they jerked off as many times a day
as possible.  As an incentive, the company sent brand new Kawasaki
mini-bikes for boys that exceeded their quota of four vials per diem, or 28
vials per week.  Even younger, dry testicle boys were encouraged to beat
off in hopes of reaching sudden paydirt.  It was worth a try; although
their ejaculates would be small, about the volume of an average man outside
the community, and virgin, watery first ejaculates were worth triple that
of slightly older donors.

   The strategy was successful.  The company had their stockpile and every
boy had a mini-bike.  Phase two was to be implemented, feeding fresh semen
to the potential young female breeders.  Jason did his homework once again
and discovered from the scientists that frozen specimens lost 2 parts per 6
in potency level.  Ingestion of fresh cum would intensify quality and
effect by 1/3rd in the female subjects.

   Little did Jason or the scientists know how utter chaos would set in. 
It was proof that greed superseded all basic morals.  Fathers got together
with each other and arranged oral sex between their sons and daughters,
regardless of age.  If the kid could cum or bleed, they were paired. 
Mostly it was jerking off with the girl at the ready for the boy's orgasm.
In some families, a total lack of ethics seen brothers and sisters engaging
in oral sex.

   It would only get worse.  When the time came that the scientists felt
sure that optimum fertility in the young females had been reached, the men
folk wasted no time mating their daughters with dozens of stud boys,
first-cousins and brothers alike.



   The women folk were mortified at the goings on under their roof. 
Husbands ruled the home, they always had.  It was very unnerving to hear
sons and daughters going at it in the room next door.  Like homo sex, boys
didn't need much encouragement to get their rocks off.

   When asked about the incest and its possible side effects, Jason, the
honoured mastermind, claimed that all business had risk, and those that
dared to take chances were often very successful enterprises.  The
scientists claimed that a one time incestuous conception may not have any
adverse effects as long as the offspring didn't mate together.  Uncles
partook, rumours of fathers as well.  According to the wise scientists,
male babies and toddlers sub-nursed on the end of a young potent cock would
have the same basic result as a overly virile boy siring the child.

   A baby boom evolved, births of males completely reversed the previous
phase, now 4- boys to one girl.  Jason had pulled it off.  He had even
fucked his pretty 12 year old niece on many occasions.  Either her 13 year
old brother or Jason had impregnated her, it really didn't matter who the
father was, the end result is all that mattered, a fat girl represented
dollars!

   Abbie was none too pleased sharing Jason with Kelsie.  She had almost
got used to Jason bringing home young boys to teach them gay-sex in the
adjacent bedroom, but another woman, if only 12, was heartbreaking
nonetheless.  Like more than a few of the young girls, they grew to love
cock once they got fucked, they were expected to service boys regularly,
and did, but they craved man cock and were not too shy about flirting their
desires.  Fathers were no exceptions to older brothers taking advantage. 
The acute libido in young girls soon equalled that of boys, promiscuity was
rampant before long, and men being men, weak to their own desires, were
taking advantage of the opportunity and fucked girls whenever the
opportunity arose.  Their whole social system and morality changed almost
overnight.  To the men folk, what could be better; money galore and all the
tight little girls or boys they could want!

   At Jason's badgering, the company set up a prenatal clinic; after all,
it was in their best interest to ensure a healthy pregnancy and ensure a
healthy male offspring to replenish resources for the not too distant
future.  The townsmen strongly suggested aborting female embryos, but Jason
stood his ground.  Judging by the expected birth rate of numerous males,
Jason had to be persistent.

   Logically, females would be needed as breeders; an all male society
would cause another crisis down the road.  The men folk couldn't argue,
Jason made sense again.

   There would be more than enough males to fill the predicted future void,
and Jason knew that the supply and demand for semen was limitless.  The
more boys the better.  As a matter of fact, he approached the men again in
a town hall meeting and suggested that they keep the population on the
increase, the procreation blitz was a success, but why stop there?  Jason
calculated that every male child was worth a potential $350,000 between the
ages of 11 and thirteen, much less was the compensation at 14 and fifteen,
but still lucrative depending on regular testing as no two boys were alike.
However, their roles he convinced to be changed to become breeders, leaving
the youngster lads to get back to basics; sex with each other.  He never
told the men the true purpose of the Japanese insatiable appetite for semen
that never took the shape of a pill or a facial cream nor was it broken
down and inseminated to make thousands of women happy.

   Jason cautioned them of the dangers of further incest.  The results of
that were yet to be seen, however boys and girls were permitted to have sex
at their leisure without birth control methods.  Enough was enough, who
fathered whose child became an issue before long when the first deformed
baby was born to Mary-Lou Ramsey.  The fuck-fest ceased immediately, the
scientists were wrong.

   Those fathers that didn't whore their daughters out to family members
sat back and breathed a sigh of relief, meanwhile others sweated it out,
especially during the hours after the company's midwives arrived.  Jason
was one of those worriers when his niece Jessica went into labour.  His
nephew Peter was out playing `kick-the-can,' oblivious to it all, while
Jason and his brother.  Stan, sat with a bottle of whisky half consumed. 
It was only then when Stan shocked Jason and admitted that he had also
fucked his daughter on several occasions, never wanting to toss her into
the horny wolf-pack of boys.  As morally corrupt as it was, Jason couldn't
blame his brother for keeping it in the family.  He felt that he was
protecting his daughter the only way he knew how.

   The sound of a screaming baby erupted in the silence.  A good sign? 
When his wife handed over the bundle of joy to Stan, another secret came to
light.  Both Jason and Stan laughed in great relief when they set eyes on
the cute cinnamon skinned newborn boy.  Jessica had been having intercourse
with Toby Washington, a local 11 year-old black boy.  Jason had had the boy
once, no wonder Jessica had a shine for the very well endowed kid.  Even
Jason couldn't resist that fuck-pole being shoved up his ass.  He and Stan
giggled, both unable to resist a peek at the infant's genitals.  Toby
Junior was sure to grow into a virile young producer of very marketable
white-gold.

   The hamlet got off very lucky.  Out of all the simultaneous births, only
two babies were stillborn, three had disfigurements, all expendable
females, but nonetheless, Jason was furious at the company and its
misleading scientists.  He, himself had weighed the risks solely on
erroneous advice.  He felt used and ultimately ashamed for condoning the
incest.

   Over a hundred babies had been born in a three week span, fathers
unknown or at least unsure of identities.  Jason cut off the semen and
blood trade when the company refused to accept some of the responsibility
and pay compensation to the families.  He was not surprised when the next
day when he heard the very loud roar of a helicopter overhead.  A tired
gaggle of lawyers and executives couldn't waste a minute and chartered the
transportation after disembarking their private jet.

   The executives were jovial, the lawyers pit bulls.  Jason refused to
meet the conglomerate.  He would only talk to the company's president.  The
aircraft staff had an unexpected quick turnaround.  Time was money; the
supply chain had been disrupted.  The president abruptly chartered a small
jet rather than wait the 17 hours for his own corporate aircraft.

   Jason had been wise.  He knew the greedy company would be over-selling
their limited supply.  Like a farmer selling milk from a cow, there was
only so much that Bessie could produce in a day.  The pressure was always
on Jason to increase production, easier said than done, and he took it with
a grain of salt.

   The company had seen what the boys could produce when the blitz was on,
but Jason refused to keep them like chickens laying eggs in a coop.  One
vial a day was the minimum requirement.  The boys had a life to live and
even a few greedy fathers had to be shot down and brought back to reality
when he refused to accept any more than two vials per boy in the semen
bank. He had no control over the blood, that had to be clinically
administered.  However, lethargic, non-producing or substandard semen of
B12 deficient anaemic boys soon taught a valuable lesson that blood was not
an expendable commodity above a pint a week.

   Jason liked Mr.  Suzuki, the president.  He was the type of man, whose
handshake sealed deals, dismissing his lawyers back home as well as the
executives.  The man had his meals with Jason's family and was convinced by
Abbie to take the spare bedroom once the proud man caved in.  Jason and
Abbie both sensed the man's loneliness.  He was married to the corporation,
no wife or children and relished playing on the floor with Jason's
children, even gathering them on his lap to tell stories of his own
childhood and culture.

   The man was 72 years-old.  He looked fifty.  No doubt the man was
dipping into the company's assets.  When Jason chanced offering the man
fresh semen from the source, he then knew for sure what the company was
doing with the product.  Jason solicited the men folk until he learned of
the latest early bloomer, Mikey Cooper, 10 years old, and had just started
with wet orgasms.  Mr.  Suzuki was more than appreciative of the super
potent clear fluid, he offered the boy's father an exclusive offer brokered
through Jason.  The boy's cum was to be for his own private use, labelled
and shipped separately unfrozen once a week in the regular shipment.  Also,
the boy be allowed to travel to Japan once every three months on the
private jet, accompanied by dad if necessary for reasons Jason could only
guesstimate with a chuckle, 100% freshness, a privileged booster shot of
the `Fountain of Youth.'

   The man's visit instilled a renewed sense of trust in Jason.  Not only
negotiating a higher price by age, even a lower fee for untapped, lesser
grade older teen semen that the man agreed was still marketable to the
middle class.  That was his ace in the whole deal in swaying opinions.  As
well, Jason insisted that the company's clinic do DNA tests to determine
fatherhood.  He dreaded the future potential horrors of offspring mating
again with relatives unaware of their lineage

   Jason overstepped his boundaries of responsibility after parenthood was
established.  He proposed early marriage in order to stop the promiscuity
that would surely evolve.  Let the procreation continue, but under a
controlled environment of only one partner.

   Jason had two major hurdles to face.  One was fathers refusing to give a
DNA sample for fear of the worst when daughters were not matched to young
boys or brothers.  The truth was in the pudding.

   Secondly, Jason had major difficulty selling the early marriage deal. 
He knew it was asking a lot of morals.  Yet, a lapse in judgement created
the conundrum.  In the very least, they would know who was fucking who. 
Jason persuaded Mr.  Suzuki to offer a $50,000 financial dowry to each
family to wedlock the children as long as the kids lived as husband and
wife under the same roof at either parents home.

   Jason's 12 year old niece married 11 year old Toby and lived at his
brother Stan's place.  One of the first newlyweds to set an example.  Other
fathers couldn't refuse the offer and married off their children who mostly
lived in the brides home if private accommodation permitted.

   Imagine married 11 to sixteen year old kids holding hands walking to
school together.  Before long, many of the girls were showing again.  Jason
asked Mr.  Suzuki to set up a daycare program next to the school.  He had
the company president's ear and private phone number, circumventing the
chain of command.  It certainly went a long way when Jason offered the man
exclusive use of his eldest son, Davey, when the boy was ready to become a
donor.

   Jason was getting his own doses from early pubescent boys, the crème de
la crème.  He kept the `Fountain of Youth' secret to himself.  He had made
every village man very rich, they never questioned his method of quality
control as long as the huge monthly dividends were coming in.

   As anticipated, the IRS were soon poking their noses into the sudden
wealth of individuals.  The DEA had already completed a thorough
investigation of possible illicit drug involvement and found nothing but a
few kids and adults with marijuana, hardly criminal activity.  Jason was on
top of that inevitability from the beginning.  He set a front company.  The
farming that had been the subsistence of the community for generations
became a sudden multi-million dollar enterprise with every man, woman and
child named as shareholders.  He hired farm hands to work the super fertile
land and sold the produce to brokers.  It hardly generated $10,000 on the
open market during the short growing season.

   Baseball size tomatoes, to name one commodity, the result of the secret
fertilization, sufficed the IRS.  What appeared to them was an insatiable
Asian appetite.  All shipments of semen were listed as a variety of produce
encoded to represent the donor's age potency level.  Juicy tomatoes were
prime watery ejaculates, 10- or eleven year olds; sweet peas were 11-
twelve; cucumber, 12 -thirteen; zucchini, 13 - fourteen, and hot peppers
signified older boys that Jason sold Suzuki on accepting the lesser
quality, poor-man semen, yet still marketable as the company discovered
through the trial process.

   The company knew it had something to do with diet, but were never made
privy of the fertilizer compounds, nor did Jason know.  As powerful as he
became in the community, he was never aware other than animal semen as one
of the ingredients.  The animal semen was an overly potent substance due to
the feed and water, which the company wasn't interested in tapping the
resource to make athletic steroids.

   Jason never pushed that, if his elders relied on the potent animal
semen, then so be it.  When the subject of aging bulls and horses came up
in a townhall meeting, Jason asked how many more animals were needed to
maintain continuity of the precious semen supply due to the aging animals,
and growing demand to fertilize the fraudulent farming expansion.

   He dispatched a small conglomerate of animal experts to purchase young
livestock.  The animals would need plenty of time to graze on the luscious,
high potency grass and hay and special mulch blend.  By the time the older
animals had to be put out to pasture, the young ones would be ready for
artificial insemination, but more importantly, fertilizer additive, the
precious commodity cycle maintained between beast and man alike.

   You are what you eat.  The debate goes on whether hormone induced
animals are causing early puberty in boys and girls.  The experts need not
look any further for proof of that than in the small hamlet in Middle
America where semen has more than one use.  No chemical additives, only
pure.  super enhanced hormonal enrichment of animal meat and vegetables,
along with oral ingestion of the magical substance so readily available
that layman generations before had figured out and exploited for its god
given qualities!

   The End
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