Damnd1

Inter-dimensional milking

Chapters 8-18

Max slid his finger across the screen of his pad, moving the icons that programmed the software he was using. He was creating a computer game, although 'programming' was really the wrong word. He was entering the parameters that enabled the software to program the game for him. He'd been working on it for a few hours.

His friends had invited him to go to Central for the afternoon with them, but Max was in the mood for some solo time. He went to his favourite spot by the sponge trees, and reclined in the sunshine against a thick, soft wooden tendril that drooped against the fur grass. The tree was in bloom, and it emitted fine clouds of spores that filled the air with a soft, exotic floral fragrance. The aroma was intoxicating: heady enough to enhance Max's already chilled mental state, but mild enough not to dull his thoughts.

Max concentrated on his project, with just the mildest trace of a smile on his face. He'd spent a long time setting up the boring details, such as the location and the character roster and the time period, but now he was just getting to the interesting stuff. It was a role playing game in which he played the central character. He chose to make it an adventure set in the modern day Friedrich Krupp and the surrounding area. The software automatically pulled the plans from central archives so that the building looked precisely like the actual school. Then it integrated the roster of students, staff and other habs from the local records so that the game would be populated with actual people. These would be used by the game to occupy in minor roles and other filler positions. Next Max specified which students he had relationships with, and what the nature of those relationships were. It was laborious work.

Creating a computer game was easy enough so long as you didn't want it to feel personal to you, and usually Max was happy enough simply to play a ready-made action game, but he was especially motivated today. He wanted it to be something special.

Now he came to the part he'd been looking forwards to; the secondary character. When he started creating the game, Max simply wanted to make a game in which he and school friends were participants, but as he continued working, he thought more and more about the role that he wanted Brill to play. Should he be the helpless victim to be rescued, or even the bad guy to be defeated? No, he wanted Brill's role to reflect the role Max wanted for him in real life. So he created Brill as his partner in the adventure. But the program was more sophisticated than that, and that was why Brill was currently smiling as he continued entering details.

As he neared the bottom of the character file, he discovered a section labelled 'Sexual details'. Max had not considered adding a sexual component to the game – he just wanted a game that would include Brill – it was a way for him to get closer to the boy. But the second he came across the sexual details section, he felt an immediate stirring in his penis, and his mind whirled with the possibilities.

He entered the sexual details of his relationship with Brill. He told the program that they were lovers. The program already had an image of Brill from the school records, as well as copious videos of him recorded throughout the school as a normal part of student security and monitoring. But Max wanted to take it a step further. He registered the nudes that Zhena had given him. The program integrated them into Brill's parameter files. Although the software pulled personality files from recordings taken of Brill, Max refined the parameters to add specific details he wanted. He opened the sexuality file and made some tweaks:

• Sexuality = Homosexual
• Horniness = 100%
• Preferred roles = Versatile
• Favourite position = All
• Kinks = Bondage, role play
• Special skills = Oral, masturbation, kissing, massage

There were dozens of categories and options that Max could only guess at, but he smiled happily to himself as he imagined how his fantasy Brill would behave. As he continued creating his dream Brill, he felt his dick being milked. Sometimes, the feeling was a distraction; less frequently, he simply ignored it; but today, he was happy to be hard. He allowed the sensation to fuel his programming.

He came to the final parameter, and he answered without hesitation. The choice was Initiator or responder? Max entered Initiator. In his fantasy, his own shyness wouldn't be an impediment to his relationship with Brill, because Brill wouldn't be afraid to take control of the situation.

Max wasn't a particularly passive person, but when it came to relationships, he was awkward and shy in the extreme, and a part of him longed for Brill to just walk up and get things started, so that he could just be carried along with it, instead of having to overcome his insecurity.

Max pressed the store button and put the pad down, then he closed his eyes to think about Brill whilst the harvesting program ran the last minute of its cycle.

The sensation of feeling a tongue on his glans and on the rim of his anus was interesting. Max didn't usually analyse the feelings that the implant in his brain made him feel whilst he was being milked; he just allowed them to wash over him, contributing to his overall arousal. But now as he fantasised about sex play with Brill, he realised the physical impossibility of Brill's tongue being in two places at once. He changed the fantasy so that it was Brill's fingers teasing his hole, whilst Brill sucked at his stiff dick. In his mind's eye, he could see Brill's sparkling eyes looking up as he expertly fellated him. It only lasted a minute, but Max gave himself over totally to the fantasy, and this time there was no annoying interruption at the crucial moment. It was several hours since he'd last been milked – the perfect combination of good timing and a strong fantasy, and Max couldn't help but arch his back in pleasure as he imagined Brill between his legs.

***

In a totally quiet, warehouse-sized harvesting plant on planet 1RXS1609 b, the root of the penis of donor 184,675,809 started contracting and the penis started twitching. The collection tube inserted into the donor's urethra suddenly filled with thick, pearlescent goo. The donor's testicles were riding so high that if they pulled any tighter, they'd pass back through the portal and into their owner's stomach.

Controller Jan watched with amusement. Donor 184,675,809 had increased his donations by over 100% during the past month, and such a high milking schedule tended to decrease the power of a donor's orgasms. Clearly today was an exception. Jan wondered what the donor was doing or thinking about to produce such a strong orgasm. The controller was homosexal, as most tended to be. Even the most well-balanced heterosexual male found it uncomfortable to spend hours and hours every day looking at disembodied penises. A few tried, but they quickly moved on to other careers. The few heterosexuals that stayed, found themselves developing an appreciation for male genitals that they had not suspected was within them, and they usually ended up becoming penis connoisseurs, and moving into homosexual relationships where they could use their newfound appreciation.

But Jan had no such problems. Ever since he'd first noticed donor 184,675,809's penis bouncing and twitching, desperate for release a couple of months ago, he looked in on the boy whenever he was on duty. Max's was one of a couple of dozen penises that Jan took a special interest in. He yearned to know more about the owners, but the controllers had no means of finding out about the donors.

Each portal had a small camera that could be used by the physician at the donor's end to look in, in case of problems, but that was the extent of the video communication.

Jan zoomed in on donor 184,675,809's penis so that it filled the 50 inch [125 cm] monitor in front of him. The boy was smooth as a newborn, just like all of the donors. He'd been depilated with a gallinide shaver before being fitted, and he was likely to be smooth as a billiard ball for at least ten years.

The boy was so aroused that the tube of his urethra stood out along the underside of his penis, and his penis was so hard that even the rim of the glans flared like the edge of a speed cyclist's helmet. Controller Jan watched as the boy's semen was sucked away to the processing module. There was little doubt that donor 184,675,809 had enjoyed the orgasm immensely – the elevation of his testicles and the amount semen were testament to that. Jan looked at the orgasm count – it was the boy's fifth of the day. He must have been extremely aroused by something. Jan hoped it was a boy rather than a girl.

He watched the boy's penis, post-orgasmic twitching. He liked to watch that too, imagining the pleasant afterglow as the donor's erection wilted. But donor 184,675,809's penis did not wilt. His testicles drooped a little lower in his scrotum, but his penis pointed unwaveringly skywards. The kid was obviously feeling really horny. The controller smiled to himself as the milking program started its sixth cycle.

***

After his double green, Max did something he'd never done before – he fell asleep in the grass. It was as soft as a bearskin rug, and he felt a deep sense of wellbeing. He lay, comfortable and utterly spent, with his eyes closed, and before he knew it, he'd slipped into a deep, contented slumber.

He awoke a couple of hours later and decided to go to the 'Chay for a drink before returning to his room. He walked across the field, and through the school to the small quad where the Marché U was situated. He wandered through the aisles to the chiller cabinet at the rear. When he first arrived on Herschell Majoris, Max was a little disconcerted to discover that hardly any of the foods he was used to existed on that planet. Even common drinks such as orange and apple juice had been replaced by fruits that were native to the distant planet. He was relieved to discover that chocolate was as popular on Herschell as it was on Earth. He reached into the chiller and took out a wylo squeeze, then picked up a bar of chocolate and left. As he walked through the door, a scanner detected his implant as well as his purchases, and automatically debited his student account.

He strolled to a bench surrounding the quad and sat down to drink his juice. As he drained the last of it, and started to unwrap his chocolate bar, he saw his friends approaching from the direction of the twister bay. He waved to them as they approached.

"Hey guys, you're back early."

"Yeah, bonzo here lost his pad." Sam hiked a thumb in Troye's direction. "He freaked out so we had to come all the way back looking for it. Turned out he just left it in his room."

Bryan grabbed Troye's head under his arm and messed his hair with the other hand.

 "You stupid bedhead!" he said laughing.

Troye squirmed free and stood up looking sheepish.

At that moment, Stan came out of the 'Chay and wandered over and joined the group. He wasn't popular, but the guys tolerated him out of kindness.

"Why'd you even take your pad in the first place?" Max asked.

"Ahh, you know. Never know when you might get some new data that's not on the download. Always like to be prepared, like a good little ranger!"

"Speaking of which, what are you doing with your pad?" Bryan asked.

"Oh just working on a game," Max replied, hoping that they wouldn't ask for details.

"What sort of game?" Brill asked.

"Oh, just an adventure," Max responded with deliberate vagueness.

"Oh cool, I love those, let's have a look."

Brill reached out and grabbed Max's pad. Max panicked and snatched it back. Brill looked at Max with suspicion.

"Who's in your game?" he asked, and Max felt like Brill's eyes were burrowing into him.

"Um, no-one. Just computer generated," Max lied unconvincingly, his cheeks reddening.

Brill leaned forwards and took hold of Max's head between both hands forcing Max to face him. With a smile he said, "Maaax, have you been putting me into your sick little games? You have haven't you?"

Max blushed more strongly and the others laughed. How did Brill always managed to see right through him?

"No, course not. Why would I put you in a game?" he blustered.

"Because you like me?"

"No I don't."

Brill was being playful, but Max's bluntness hurt him. Max was horrified. He tried to fix things.

"I mean yes of course I like you, but I don't like you like you. Why would I put you in a game?"

Max couldn't stop his instinctive defensiveness about his attraction. Brill looked at him sadly and shrugged his shoulders. There was an uncomfortable silence. Even the others recognised that Max had denied someone who cared about him. Max felt wretched. He tried to find a way to make things better.

 "Sorry Brill. I didn't mean that. I don't suppose you wanna wrestle?"

Brill scrutinised him. He knew Max was trying to apologise. It was well within his right to make things difficult for Max, but he wasn't the vindictive type.

"Sure, that sounds great. When?"

"How about now?" Max offered, hoping to get away from the others so that he could apologise in private. Maybe this would even be his opportunity to express his feelings for Brill. If only he could be braver, he just knew that he and Brill would be great together. Brill smiled kindly at him, but there was still a sadness in his eyes. It killed Max to know that he had put that sadness there.

"Why not?" Brill said.

"Heyyy, you said you were going to wrestle me. When's it my turn?" Stan interjected.

Yet again he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Max already regretted the way he'd snapped at him the other day, and now with Brill on his conscience as well, the last thing he wanted was to be mean to Stan a second time. He pushed down his instinct to show his irritation, and turned to Stan ready to offer a kindly raincheck, but it was Brill who spoke first.

"Actually Stan, Max did mention how much he was looking forward to wrestling you."

Brill gave Max's shoulder a friendly shove.

"Go on, you guys wrestle. We can hook up another time Max."

Max looked at Brill amazed at the lie, and there was a twinkle in Brill's eye. Brill smiled sweetly, and Max knew that he deserved this. He gave Brill a wry grin, knowing that he'd been manoeuvred into this as a gentle rebuke for his behaviour. He accepted it with good grace, and turned to Stan. Stan was waiting expectantly.

"He's right; I have been looking forwards to it."

He looked at Brill.

"If you're sure you don't mind?"

"Nah, not at all," Brill said, withdrawing the lifeline, "You guys have fun!"

"Thanks Brill," Max said.

He and Stan left in the direction of the gym, and Stan looked like a puppy about to receive a treat. As they left, Max looked over his shoulder at them and they all waved at him sarcastically.

Bryan said, "Oooh Brill, you got him good there. That was citric."

Brill grinned.

"He deserved it. And anyway, the best things come to he who waits…"

"Sho thish ish your room?" Stan asked, looking around the small room that Max shared with Sam.

"Ummm, yeah?"

Stan looked around with the same sense of marvel as a kid who discovers his big brother's porn stash for the first time.

"It'sh really cool," Stan said, his pronounced lisp turning every sentence into a linguistics puzzle. The lisp was one of the reasons Max felt sorry for him, and it was one of the reasons that he had allowed himself to be manoeuvred into a wrestling match with him.

Wrestling matches at Friedrich Krupp were primarily used as a way to release sexual tension. When your genitals spent the majority of their time on another planet millions of light years away, and you couldn't just whip your dick out for a quick one during lunch-break or after classes, the boys became frustrated. It wasn't as though they never got sexual release – far from it; even the least virile boy was milked a minimum of four times a day by the harvesting station on planet 1RXS1609 b, but sometimes, it was nice just to be in control of exactly when you got milked. Some boys resolved this by looking at porn, and thus triggering a milking cycle. Others made out with the girls who attended the school, but whilst the guys at least got the feeling of dick stimulation, without an actual penis to penetrate them, it was very unsatisfying for the girls. The more creative and committed boys were sometimes willing to wear strap on dildos in the interests of satisfying girls they cared about, but this tended to make the entire experience feel unnatural and contrived, so instead, couples tended to wait until weekly skin time for sex.

Which still left 153.5 hours of each week when the boys could not physically touch themselves. As a result, those who wanted the stimulation of physical contact, without the complication of simulating intercourse, opted instead for wrestling. Wrestling had all the strenuous activity of the most vigorous sexual coupling, with none of the complications and frustrations of sex with a girl. As a result, most of the boys in the harvesting program developed a very liberal and dualistic attitude towards sex. There were male fuck buddies, and there were sex partners.

This resulted in a huge blurring of the lines between sexual attraction and arousal. Fuck buddies tended to be chosen for utilitarian reasons – they were people that the boys found attractive, and got on well with, but their primary purpose was as a partner to roll around, exert yourself, and get sweaty with. In the 21st century, the occasional wrestling boner was an embarrassment that went with the territory, but now, for many boys, it was the entire goal of the activity.

Throughout history, teenage boys have enjoyed shared jack-off sessions, and as long as it remained just a stage along their progression to manhood, it formed a perfectly natural part of their sexual landscape without changing their fundamental sexual nature. However, as with the wrestling, it was inevitable that after spending months, and even years getting sexually aroused by the same partners, many boys developed emotional and sexual attraction for each other, transitioning from the utilitarian bromance of being merely 'prison gay', to bisexuality or even homosexuality.

30 years after the introduction of wrestling in schools the sexual balance of tech 7 cities drastically changed, with heterosexuality dropping to under 60% of the population. Initially there were protests and campaigns, until the heterosexual males realised that this left more females for them. Sexual tourism rose, as males from low tech cities travelled in on the near guarantee of non-stop sex. This resulted in a new sexual liberation, away from the cloying 'morality' of religious values.

The harvesting program automatically detected any sexual arousal, and providing it was more than five minutes since the last harvesting, it activated the harvesting routine. If the boy was within his daily quota, the milking simply counted towards his daily allowance. If he had had already reached his quota of ejaculations, the arousal was used to calculate his increased milking capacity for the following week. Thus a boy who was usually harvested four times a day, but who became aroused at least once a day in addition to that, would find his quota the following week increased to five in order to take up the additional capacity.

"It's just like everyone else's room Stan," Max said, putting his pad on his desk.

"Yeah but it'sh your room Macksh," Stan replied.

Max looked at him quizzically over his shoulder, as he picked up a hi-towel. He recognised infatuation when he heard it. He'd experienced it himself. Stan pressed the door release to the shower.

"Heh, heh. Bet you shpend a lot of time jacking off in here at shkin time," Stan said looking inside.

Max turned to him with his hands on his waist.

"Do you EVER think about anything but sex Stan?"

"Nope, not really," Stan admitted without a trace of embarrassment.

Max stared at him. The boy's candour was disarming. Although the constant sexual undertone in EVERYTHING Stan said and did was tiring, Max couldn't help but like the boy's simple honesty. He shook his head and laughed.

"Come on then, you DO still want to wrestle yes?"

Stan's eyes lit up.

"Of coursh I do!"

There were so many other couples already wrestling at the gym, that Max and Stan had to wait an hour for a space. Eventually, Max put his towel on a bench, and stripped down to his shorts. Stan quickly followed suit, then they walked onto the mat. They knelt facing each other and took a grip. Max had no sexual interest in Stan whatsoever, but he sensed that it was important to Stan that he became aroused as well. He just hoped that once they got started, his body might just react on automatic. He was tempted to pretend that Stan was Brill, but he felt that that would be like cheating on Stan, so he decided to simply commit himself to the wrestling and hope for the best.

He tugged down on Stan's arm to indicate that they had begun, and Stan pushed on his shoulder with his other arm.

There was an unspoken etiquette to these matches. The idea was to work up a sweat, and exert yourself, all the while in hot and close proximity to the other boy. The sole purpose was bodies rubbing against each other; sliding, sweating, warm skin against warm skin. Positions and holds with legs wide, wrapped around the other person were favoured, especially if those positions placed their groins, or groin and rump together.

The human libido is triggered by sensuality, not by gender. The straightest man in the world can become aroused if another man rubs against him just right, and that was precisely the purpose of the wrestling. Sweaty chests and stomachs sliding against each other was usually enough to turn any boy's light green.

Although some boys enjoyed a mildly competitive element, the idea was not really to beat the other boy. It was almost like role-playing a wrestling match. After a while, couples that wrestled regularly might fall into regular submissive/dominant roles if that was what each of them wanted, but with a new partner, one boy would allow himself to be dominated sometimes, and at other times, the roles would be reversed. It was only polite.

Because this was Stan's ticket, and because he was the larger boy, after symbolically jostling for position for 30 seconds Max allowed himself to be rolled onto his back. Stan lay sideways across his chest, his arm wrapped around Max's neck, before swinging a leg over so that he was sitting astride Max, their groins touching. Max struggled just enough to add a frisson to the exchange. Stan grabbed both of his wrists and held them to the mat, palm up, beside Max's head. It was an extremely assertive position. Max struggled a little harder. Stan grinned, and there was a hint of something dark on his grin – no longer entirely the awkward kid. He lay on Max with his full weight, chests pressing together, and buried his head beside Max's neck. Max struggled, and Stan countered, to and fro for a minute or so, until Max twisted his body and managed to slip out from under Stan. As soon as he moved free, he pushed on Stan's shoulder, and Stan rolled onto his back grinning hugely, an excited glint in his eye. Max dived on top, looking for the reversal, but Stan effortlessly rolled him off.

Max scrabbled back to his hands and knees, mildly irritated at how easily Stan had prevented him countering. Stan got up to his hands and knees too, and they charged together and locked shoulders, like two Billy goats trying to push one another backwards in a dusty farm yard.

They were facing each other, arms wrapped around the other's upper torso, shoulders locked, heads beside each other. Stan was much stronger and he knew it. He tightened his grip and using brute force, he threw Max onto his back, falling down on top of him. But Max was not a first year novice. As he fell, he continued twisting, using Stan's momentum against him. Stan's eyes briefly widened with surprise, and before he knew it, it was he that was lying on his back with Max straddling him. Max quickly scooted up Stan's body, and wrapped his arms around the older boy's neck and shoulders. Then he wrapped his legs around Stan's torso. Stan was delighted that Max was getting into the match. It gave the event an edge that would have been absent if Max had simply gone through the motions.

Stan rubbed the thumb knuckles of both hands up and down the side of Max's ribs. Had it been a match, the move would have been illegal, and Max would probably have endured the feeling a little longer, but as it was, 20 seconds of rib grinding, and he flinched up and away, lifting his body laughing at Stan's dirty move. Stan saw his chance and hooked his legs around Max's. Straightening and splaying his legs apart, it created an irresistibly painful hip lock, allowing him to drag Max's body downwards. Max winced, but there was nothing he could do, as his groin was brought down on top of Stan's.

He noticed that Stan's light was green, and then suddenly Stan was doing a reversal of his own, lifting his right leg and twisting Max's lower body right off him. Max fell onto his back, and Stan was on his knees between Max's legs. Max wrapped his legs around Stan's waist to prevent him from climbing past his legs back into a mount. Stan clambered up onto his feet in a low quarterback squat and tried to roll Max back onto his shoulders by driving forwards, but Max resisted. Stan worked his elbows between Max's thighs and his waist, forcing Max to loosen the grip with his legs. The second Stan felt Max's grip ease, he wormed his arms in between Max's legs and his own body, then lifted Max's legs clear of his body. He changed his grip so that he was holding Max by the back of the knees, then he forced Max's knees to the mat either side of his own head. Max was now lying on his back with his butt in the air, in a similar position to the first time he'd wrestled Brill. Stan was grinding his groin up and down in a completely undisguised fucking motion. Max glanced to the side, and he could see a couple of other wrestlers had stopped and were watching with bemusement. Max felt as though he was nothing more than Stan's fuck-toy, and he was getting angry now, unhappy with Stan making him his bitch.

He struggled to free himself, but Stan had a strong position. Stan was hovering over him, his face just inches away, but his focus was a billion miles away.

"Okay, Stan, I yield," Max said.

Stan continued fucking his ass without missing a beat.

"OKAY Stan, enough now. Stop!"

Stan continued humping without acknowledgement, so Max reached up for the boy's face. It would have been easy to gouge the lanky kid's eyes, but Max didn't want to hurt him, so he pushed Stan's head back. Stan resisted briefly, then in a flash, Max found himself lying on his face with his own heels digging into his bottom. Stan had used Max's lower legs to flip him. Before Max could even fight back, Stan grabbed him by the pelvis and dragged him up onto his knees, with his butt up. Without so much as a pretence at wrestling, Stan started butt fucking him. The feeling Stan experienced didn't perfectly match the actions his body was performing. In his mind, the implant made him feel that his cock was being rhythmically milked and HIS hole was being reamed, or rimmed, or something. It was sex that was impossible in the real world. Too many things happening at once. The movements incompatible with each other. But that was the beauty of the implants. They could produce erotic sensations that defied the laws of biology and physics.

Stan leaned forwards, and wrapped his arms around Max's shoulders, pulling them closer together.

Max felt Stan bite his shoulder, and it made him furious. Although there was no actual penetration, it was clear that what Stan was doing was tantamount to rape, and to make matters worse, it was right in front of all the other wrestlers.

"Stop. Fucking stop!" Max shouted, struggling against Stan's grip.

At Friedrich Krupp, violence inhibitors were an important part of school discipline, but of course, the physiological responses that triggered the aggression neutralisation system couldn't distinguish between the hostility of an actual conflict, and the controlled aggression of wrestling. So, the monitoring system was automatically turned off in each boy's brain implant as soon as he entered the wrestling gym.

The supervisor looked up from his pad. He was in the gym just in case any of the boys used it as a place to settle vendettas away from the disabling effects of the monitoring field. He was extremely rarely called upon to take any action, and as much as he enjoyed sex, watching 40 horny teenagers grinding against each other whilst they delivered a load on another planet was not something that particularly interested him, so he spent most of his shift studying, or watching vids on a pad.

Max elbowed Stan hard and managed to break free, wriggling away. As he went he looked over his shoulder and delivered a vicious heel kick to Stan's groin. If Stan's balls were in the same location as the rest of his body, it was a kick that would have left him writhing in agony. As it was, the kick knocked him back off his haunches and deposited him onto his butt a few feet away. He looked at Max genuinely surprised, but Max was no longer sympathetic to the boy's socialisation or behavioural problems.

"Stay the fuck away from me, you goddamned valve! This is why you've got no fucking friends Stan. Stunts like this. I was trying to be nice to you. I fucking felt BAD for you. Not any more. Just stay the fuck away from me in future!"

Stan looked horrified.

"But Macksh…" he started, but before he could try to explain himself, Max continued ripping into him.

"Don't fucking 'Macksh' me you lisping freak. Just stay the fuck away from me!"

Max was not usually a spiteful person, and when he calmed down, he'd regret the attack on Stan's speech impediment, but right now he was livid. Max glanced at the bench and saw Shaun sitting watching. His eyes were bright with interest, but what especially disturbed Max, was the boy's light: it was green.

Max rose to his feet, and stomped over to the bench. He grabbed his stuff, putting on his boots. Without towelling off or pulling on the rest of his clothes, Max stormed from the gym.

Stan sat on the mat and watched him go, mortified that he'd misjudged the situation so badly. Dozens of eyes were staring at him, and he just wanted to disappear into the mat. Many genetic conditions were cured in the future, but because his parents had been travelling when Stan was conceived, his mother was never scanned, and the embryo that became him was never DNA cleansed of the aspergers that caused him so many social problems. Stan just didn't quite understand the rules of social interaction, but he certainly felt the pain of his failures. As he stood up and shuffled off the mat, he felt like he wanted to cry.

Max returned to his dorm room fuming, ready to destroy Stan's reputation as soon as he spoke to Sam, but as soon as he opened the door, his own problems evaporated. Troye was sitting on the bed looking thoroughly forlorn. His wrist was in a brace, he had a black eye and a split lip, and he was wearing normal clothes. Sam was kneeling at his feet consoling him, and Brill and Bryan were sitting on Max's bed looking at Troye with concern.

"What happened?" Max asked.

"He got EV jacked," Bryan answered.

***

As Max left the group at the 'Chay, Troye stood up and announced that he was going to return to the city after all. He waved away the offer of company from Bryan, saying he just had a couple of things to collect, and he'd be back within an hour. The truth was, he wanted privacy to buy a birthday gift for his little sister, and he didn't want to look too soppy as he did so.

45 minutes later, he'd chosen a gift and was returning to his twister for the ride home. The city was generally pretty safe, so Troye had little concern about the route he took from main to the aeromat where he'd parked the hoverbike. He passed down a back street, then along a quieter street still. Away from the bustle of city life, he allowed his thoughts to turn to sex and his light turned green.

"Help, can you help us please?"

 Troye heard the call coming from a cluttered alley and he turned to see who was asking for help. It was teenager, a little younger than him. The boy was dressed in streets, which is what all EV wearers called normal clothes. He was leaning over another boy a year or two younger, also dressed in streets.

It was unusual, but not exactly rare to see boys wearing streets. Offworlders, visitors from low tech cities, nulls, and chromo-deficients were all exempt, as were a very small number of boys whose parent were wealthy enough to buy their exemption. These boys were not wearing expensive streets. Troye briefly wondered as he always did when he saw boys in streets, why the boys were exempt.

When the Human Expansion Program was initially calibrating the harvesting plants, they determined that an average teenager could comfortably ejaculate four times per day, and still deliver a full capacity load each time. Of course, younger teenagers had a lower number of motile sperm, but they were more than able to ejaculate. For a while, the frequency was simply set at four milkings per day, until a tech-head came up with the genius idea of adaptive harvesting. Why limit the collection to four times, if some boys could deliver a full load six, eight or even more times in a day? And so, each time a boy became aroused, he was milked. His weekly average was calculated, and that became the new frequency for the following week. Of course, under this system, the frequency could only remain the same or increase. It could never go down. For this reason, most boys tried to control their arousal so that it fell within their quota.

However, because sperm was such a valuable resource, the harvesting stations used testicular massage, and ultrasonic stimulation to maximise testicular output. This had two effects, one desirable, and the other, not necessarily. The less desirable effect was that every boy's testicles grew significantly in size. After eight years in the harvesting program, at the age of 21, most men when finally freed, were hung like young bulls. Some young men liked it, whilst others found the testicular size unwieldy.

The positive effect of the stimulation was a constant low tingling feeling in the testicles caused by their massive metabolic rate and the ultrasonic treatment, which literally functioned like a low pitched, high frequency vibrator that gave every boy a pleasant and constant reminder of his testicles.

Troye felt sorry for the boys, knowing that they would never have the huge dicks that resulted from wearing the Envirosuits for years. Personally, he took it as a matter of pride to get milked as often as possible. He wanted to be hung like a rectyne monopod by the time he was free of his EV suit.

By careful management of his arousal, Troye had managed to increase his daily milkings to 27. That meant that approximately every 45 minutes of his waking life, he was harvested. Some days it was tough on him, and he felt really drained, but his capacity had largely risen to match his contributions.

"What's wrong?" he asked the boy.

"It's my brother, he's sick. We both have Vidal's."

Chromo-deficients, Troye thought to himself, without judgement. He walked towards to the boys, and as he approached he said, "What can I do to help?"

A voice behind him said, "I think that suit should do just fine."

Troye span around to find that three older youths had appeared in the alleyway behind him. Adrenaline dumped into his blood stream. He looked for another way out, but there wasn't one. His eyes widened as his flight or fight instinct kicked in. If he could just get back to the street, he'd be visible on one of the sec-cams. He ran towards the youths, veering off at the last second towards a small gap between them and the wall. The youth nearest him extended out an arm to clothesline him but Troye ducked under it, but he couldn't avoid the foot that the teen also stuck out. He tripped over it and sprawled onto his face, knocking out a tooth and splitting his lip.

The eldest of the youths looked about 19. He jumped onto Troye's back and rolled the boy over. Troye's mouth was bloody and his expression fearful. The youth punched him hard to take the remaining fight from him and to quiet him down, then they dragged him back deeper into the alley.

The boys worked together and pulled the top of Troye's EV suit down. His light was still green. The harvesting program didn't care about the wearer's mental state once the harvesting sequence was running. There were only three circumstances under which the arousal process activated: for control, harvesting, or reward. Each boy got to set his own hi-stim milking day, and Troye was not the kind of physical kid who would ever need the control of a Max Stim. Right now, in spite of his situation, he was being harvested.

The youths pulled his boots off, then peeled the remainder of Troye's EV suite down. As the portal panel came away from his groin, Troye's rigid, 11 inch [28 cm], finger thin erection sprang free.

"Fucking hell!" one of the younger youths exclaimed.

"Damn, you're a goddamned mutant. We're doing you a favour. That suit has messed you up boy!" the leader said.

Troye was groaning and holding his eye.

"Please don't. Give me my suit back," he pleaded.

"Not happening. These things are worth far too much offworld. Sorry."

"But I'm gonna get a stun, please don't," Troye persisted, his teeth red with blood.

"Not my fault you let them put that stupid fucking implant in your head. Just be happy it's not a Max Stim!"

As the leader spoke, his cohorts were securing Troye's right wrist with a flex-tie to a metal railing. It was already swelling where he'd unsuccessfully used it to break his fall as he was tripped.

Troye struggled to break free, but without warning, semen spraying from his hard penis as the milking program reached its conclusion. It bounced off the arm of one of the boys tying him down, and the other one recoiled away.

"Ah, you fucker!" the one with the wet arm grunted, and punched Troye hard in balls the sizes of two large chicken eggs. Troye grunted and doubled up in pain, but ejaculated harder, as the cum seemed almost to have been punched out of his nuts.

The boys left the alley carrying Troye's EV suit, and Troye continued to beg them until they were out of sight. Then he was alone. He shouted for help, and struggled to free his arm. Nobody came.

The brain implants ceased to track aggression indicators outside the bounds of the school. It was not the school staff's responsibility to control their students once they left the school premises. However, removing the EV suit once you'd been designated to wear one, was a crime anywhere within the influence field of the harvesting transmitter.

The solution was easy. Rather than punishing transgressors, they were simply incapacitated by sending them to sleep. There was a two minute grace period, and another ten seconds during which the implant created the illusion of a countdown sound, just in case the person needed to get to safety, then it simply shut down their consciousness until enforcers from the Expansion Bureau could arrive.

Troye heard the ticking of the countdown, and then darkness…

The next day, Troye was still not back in an EV suit. His testicles were bruised and swollen, and he was given a week's dispensation.

For all his usual bravado, he was quiet and lacking in joie de vivre. All day long, friends and people he barely knew would come up to him and offer their commiserations on the assault, or ask him questions about it, and by the evening he had had enough.

"I can't take any more of this," he announced, after a total stranger had just asked him questions about what had happened. He sent the girl away unanswered and stood up to leave.

"Wanna play Dominion?" Bryan asked.

Dominion was a space conquest video game. Troye gave it the briefest consideration. Distraction was exactly what he needed.

"Yeah sure, pacing."

He and Bryan walked away leaving Max with Julie, Sam and Brill. Over the months since Max had started at Friedrich Krupp, Julie had taken every opportunity to get closer to him, and now she was in his inner circle of friends.

"I feel so bad for Troye," she said.

"Yeah, me too," Sam agreed.

Brill nodded empathetically.

Max was distracted, and said nothing.

"Still, at least he wasn't badly hurt," Julie continued.

"I dunno about that. I think his nuts are gonna be sore for a few days!" Sam said.

Julie looked at him with a puzzled expression. The punch in the nuts that Troye had received for involuntarily ejaculating onto one of his attackers' arms was a detail that he hadn't shared with her.

Sam clarified, "He got punched in the nuts."

"Ohhh, poor Troye," she commiserated.

Max allowed the conversation to flow over him without interacting. He was feeling maudlin. He hadn't felt this down since the first day he discovered he would be wearing an EV suit for the next half a decade. Herschel Majoris seemed threatening again, and he felt as though in the past 24 hours, he'd glimpsed a dark side to it that he didn't realise existed.

Brill said, "Max are you alright? You seem kind of down."

Max looked up, forced to participate in the conversation by the direct address.

"Nah, I mean yeah, I guess. I mean, fuckers! Who would do that sort of thing to a nice guy like Troye? I guess I kind of thought that sort of thing didn't happen in places like this."

"Happens everywhere man," Sam said. "Unless you want cams following you into the bathroom there's always gonna be crime."

"Yeah, I know, you're right, it's just, I dunno. I didn't think it would happen to someone I know. Someone like Troye. If it can happen to him, it can happen to anyone."

"Yeah," Julie agreed with a sigh, "makes you think."

At that moment, Shaun came by.

"Hey Max, great match last night!" he said with a leer.

Max scowled at him.

"If you say so."

"Mind if I sit with you guys?" he asked already reaching for a chair.

"Yeah I do actually. We're having a private conversation."

 "Oh," he said, and paused awkwardly, "okay."

For all of his confidence, Shaun was two years younger than the others, and he knew his place in the pecking order. The confidence leeched from his demeanour.

"Maybe another time then."

He walked away.

"That was rude," Julie said.

"I wasn't in the mood for him today. He can be a mutt sometimes. I wasn't in the mood for ANOTHER walking hormone humping my leg."

There was no humour in Max's words.

Brill watched the exchange, and he could tell that something else was bothering his friend.

"So anyway Max, how did your wrestling match with Stan go?"

Max scowled at Brill now.

"You wrestled Stan?!" Julie asked, surprised. "I didn't think you even much liked him?"

"Yeah I did and no I don't. I think he's a fucking valve. SOMEONE set me up," he scowled pointedly at Brill, "and I felt sorry for him. But I've learned that lesson. I won't ever do it again."

"Why, what happened Max?" Sam asked.

"He was a tool, just like I knew he would be."

"A what? What do you mean?" Sam asked, grinning.

Every so often Max used an Earth colloquialism that he was unfamiliar with.

"He just… He was…"

Max still felt violated and humiliated.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Brill put a hand on Max's shoulder. Max resisted the urge to pull away.

"Max I'm so sorry I set you up. I was just pranking. Did something go wrong?"

Max looked at Brill with a deep frown, his mouth tightened into a line. He was feeling angry all over again. He looked back at Sam and Julie sitting opposite.

"Actually Julie, I need to talk to you about, erm, Astro," Sam said standing up.

Slow to take the hint, Julie remained sitting.

"So can you come help me NOW?" Sam said, pulling at her arm.

She got the message and stood up.

"Bye guys, bye Max," she said, singling him out for extra attention.

She resented having to leave him.

As Julie and Sam moved out of earshot, Sam said, "I know Max really likes you as a friend, but I think you're wasting your time with him for anything else."

"What do you mean?"

"Isn't it obvious Jules?"

"What?"

"He's crazy about Brill. He's just too shy to do anything about it."

Julie looked at Max and Brill sitting at the table as they walked away.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah, pretty sure. He gets a green almost every time Brill is near."

"Why doesn't he do something about it then?"

"Why haven't you?"

Julie paused.

"I guess I just didn't want to spook him by coming on too strong."

"Maybe that's how Brill feels too. Earther's are different. Weird. I think Max is just getting comfortable with the idea of liking boys."

"You're absolutely POSITIVE Max is into Brill?"

"I showed him a naked pic of Brill and he nearly squirted on the spot. He doesn't know I know, but he's got loads of naked pics of Brill on his pad."

"Fuck!" Julie said.

Sam laughed cordially, and draped a friendly arm around Julie's shoulder.

"Wanna go swimming Jules?"

Brill watched Sam and Julie retreating before continuing.

"So what happened yesterday Max?"

"Stan was a total valve!" Max said aggressively. "He was all over me. He had my legs up in the air and he was grinding my ass like he was fucking me!"

Brill looked at Max for an uncomfortably long time without speaking. Eventually Max could take it no more.

"What? What! Why are you just looking at me?"

He was adversarial and aggressive.

In a calm voice Brill said, "But that's what we did Max."

"No it was different!"

His tone was angry.

"How?"

"It just was!"

"But why Max?" Brill persisted.

"I don't know. It just was," Max evaded, still fearful to articulate his feelings for Brill. Mingled in with the remnants of needless homosexual panic was a fear of commitment. He didn't even understand it himself, but Max was instinctively afraid that if he surrendered to his feelings for Brill, that he would be swept away. That he would lose his autonomy.

"You do ENJOY wrestling with me don't you Max?"

"Of course I do!" Max snapped. "Of course I do," he repeated in a far softer voice, regretting the harshness of his initial tone.

He looked Brill in the eyes. Brill looked back at him, a mixture of tenderness and sadness in his eyes. Max's anger fell away as he realised that Brill would NEVER do anything to intentionally cause him distress. Max took a deep breath, as emotions swelled within him. Brill's beautiful brown eyes stared back at him, drawing him in. Max felt himself in danger of falling into that gaze. He loved Brill. In that moment, he could have hugged his friend and never let go. But still, he held back. He was teetering on the brink like a man standing on the edge of a bridge, looking down at his own destruction.

"Max don't."

"Don't w…"

Before he could finish the question, Brill leaned forward in his chair and hugged Max. Max allowed himself to be hugged. He reciprocated like a man being hugged by an overly affectionate drunken uncle. Polite pats on the back. Brill could feel Max holding back, but this time he ignored Max's awkward discomfort, and maintained the hug for a full minute.

"I love you Max."

Max looked over Brill's shoulder. A couple of people nearby had noticed, then politely continued their own conversations. Eventually Brill released him, and sat back. Max looked at his friend. Brill's eyes were sad.

"So why was it different Max?" he pressed yet again.

"Because I like you. More than like you."

Max was afraid to commit to more but Brill still smiled warmly.

"Because when we wrestle, you do it for both of us. Even when you had my legs in the air and you were grinding against my butt, it was like you wanted to be close to ME. When Stan does it, he was USING me. All he cared about was how his dick felt. Like I didn't even matter. It's like he was raping me. And to make matters worse, it was in front of everyone else. He's a lot stronger than I am, and I just had to go along with it."

"Oh man, I am SO sorry I set you up for that. I thought he was just kind of sad and lonely. I never would have put you in that position if I thought he would behave like that."

"It's okay," Max said, forgiving Brill completely, and allowing the last of his resentment to evaporate. "You didn't know. I just wish it hadn't been in front of everyone else."

"Yeah," Brill said, commiserating. "That must have been so neg for you. But it wasn't your fault."

As Max listened to the last of Brill's reassurances, he felt a strange experience on his penis. It was as though the head of his penis was being lightly gripped between the thumb and forefinger of someone's hand, and his foreskin being drawn back. He felt a tongue start licking his glans, and he focussed on the feeling – it felt different to the normal milking program. That was capable of giving him extremely erotic sensations, but they were more or less the same each time, and this felt different. More personal. Blood started to flow into his penis, and as soon as it did, the milking program was activated, and Max experienced the feelings he had become used to, but still there was also another feeling mingled in with it.

Brill noticed the green light on Max's chest that indicated he was being milked. He was already seated right in front of Max facing hm. He moved a knee between Max's knees, and nudged first Max's left, then his right knee apart from each other a few inches, symbolically exposing Max's genitals.

"Good to see you still feel like that around me," Brill said grinning. He looked pointedly down at Max's groin.

Max looked back at him.

"I hate to tell you this Brill, but it wasn't you."

Brill hid his disappointment.

"No?"

"No. It feels like there's someone licking me."

***

In the harvesting plant, controller Jan was adding donor 184,675,809 to the small group that received his personal attention. He knew nothing about the donor except the frequency of his ejaculations, and way that his penis behaved when hard and soft. But he had created a back-story in his mind for the boy, and he imagined what the owner looked like, and even how he behaved.

Jan left his control room and walked through the vast harvesting plant until he reached row 87, column 483, walkway 194. As he went, he passed hundreds of thousands of genitals of every conceivable shape, size and colour each one sticking out of a small portal panel. All were hairless, some penises hard, some soft, some twitching, most still, and many, many of them in the process of silent orgasm. It was uncanny, and strangely exciting to sit up in the control room, and think that millions of boys were silently experiencing the best orgasms of their lives.

Jan located the donor he was looking for. He had spent so long looking at the boy's penis, that he could undoubtedly have chosen it from a line up of thousands.

The chance of being discovered by the only other controller on duty was practically zero. His colleague monitored a different set of portals, and never had need to come to this section of the fully automated plant. But he didn't want to risk someone catching him at the other end via the monitoring camera attached to each panel. Jan turned off the boy's portal camera, and deactivated the automated maintenance systems using a remote control pad. Then he took off his trousers. He could barely contain his excitement and his own penis was bulging in his underwear. He dropped his underpants to the floor, and gripped Max's penis, carefully withdrawing the soft collection tube from the boy's urethra. Jan inserted the tube into his own penis so that he wouldn't have to clean up after himself, then he tenderly retracted the boy's pale, puckered foreskin, exposing his pink glans.

Jan leaned forwards and licked the glans with the tip of his tongue. Jan knew from months of studying this penis, that once its owner became aroused, his penis usually inflated very quickly. It was one of the things he loved about the boy.

Every penis had its own personality, and Jan fancied that he could tell a lot about their owners simply by the way that they behaved. The younger boys were quick to become aroused as they took their first steps through puberty. They were unable to control the thoughts that lead to arousal, and were as likely to get hard two minutes after orgasm, as at any other time of the day. The only thing that seemed to slow them down was when they were physically drained of sperm. After the fourth, fifth, or sixth orgasm of the day, the younger ones were sexually exhausted and no longer became hard at the drop of a hat.

The older boys generally stayed hard longer after milking, but did not become aroused as frequently. Although it was not a guaranteed method of telling, the older boys mostly had larger penises measuring on average anything from 5-8 inches [12-20 cm] soft, and 7-12 inches [18-30 cm] hard from years of milking. Each portal's maintenance system had two manipulator arms that spent much of the time massaging the donor's testicles to maximise their sperm capacity, so large testicles were a better sign that a boy was older, but even that was sometimes not certain. Jan remembered one particular boy, who measured 7 inches [18 cm] soft, and had testicles the size of large hen's eggs. Jan was not attracted to the larger boys. Their size was not generally down to nature, and artificially large penises did not impress him. Also, he preferred to give pleasure to those who were less experienced at receiving it.

But there was something about the youthful pink whiteness of this boy's skin that had intrigued him. Jan left his booth and studied the boy closely, running his fingers over the boy's pubis tenderly, and looking at his genitals in detail. It was clear from the lack of hair follicles that this boy was simply freakishly well developed. Jan imagined the boy's swagger around his peers each time his penis was withdrawn from the portal. Jan watched that penis for eight years, seeing it grow until it was as thick as a small child's arm, and over 14 inches [35 cm] long. He wondered if its owner would ever find a sexual partner capable of receiving such a monster.

So, now 184,675,809 was in his hands, and as expected, the boy was hard within seconds of being licked. Jan knew that he had exactly five minutes until the harvesting cycle allowed the boy to ejaculate. It was both a blessing and a burden. It meant that he could not enjoy the boy for longer, but it also meant that quick draws like this kid could not blow his wad in 20 seconds and spoil his fun.

Jan rolled the boy's testicles in his hand. They were on the small side, as was his penis. That meant that the boy was either young, or had not been part of the milking program for long. Very few boys who had had been on the program over a year would still measure much under six inches [15 cm], let alone Max's five [13 cm]. Jan had studied Max's pubis and he could see that there was a decent distribution of hair follicles that indicated to him that the boy was at least a T4 in sexual maturity. That meant he was most likely in his mid teens.

Jan licked at the boy's glans. He knew that he could not compete with the sensations produced by the implant, and he wished that he could turn it off so that he would be the sole source of the boy's pleasure, but he had no access to the donors except for their penises. He consoled himself with knowing that although the implant sent signals to the boy's brain that made him feel as though every part of his penis, anus and prostate were being expertly stimulated, the boy would also continue to feel what he Jan was doing to him, so he was adding to the boy's pleasure.

So, Jan teasingly licked every millimetre of the boy's glans, paying particular attention to the flared base and the boy's fraenulum. It was strange, knowing that the kid on the other end was feeling unbearably aroused, but no matter how desperately he wanted to cum; NEEDED to cum to gain some release, he was not able to until the implant in his head released the inhibitor that prevented his brain from initiating an orgasm.

Jan inserted a slender metal sound into the boy's urethra. The boy had already had the soft milking tube inside his penis, so it was not his first experience of being penetrated, but the sound was hard and cool, whereas the collection tube was warm and soft. Jan had tried the sound on himself numerous times. The sensation never ceased to fascinate him. He imagined how 184,675,809 was feeling. The sensation was a mixture between burning and stretching, with just a frisson of pleasure to titillate. Jan slowly fucked the boy's urethra with the sound, knowing that it would be adding fresh and disturbing undercurrent to the sensations that the chip in the kid's brain was generating.

Jan had himself, been grown from sperm collected by the Human Expansion Program, but had never actually been a donor because his world was not a high enough tech level to make forced donation compulsory.

He kept an eye on the orgasm timer. It was surprising how quickly the time passed once he started to play. It was important that he didn't mistime the donor's orgasm. He had done that on a few occasions, only to get drenched in cum as an unbearably horny boy had a computer invoked orgasm. There were few minor orgasms, and cleaning a mugful of sticky boy semen from his hair and clothing was not something Jan enjoyed doing.

He made it a policy to catch the boys' donations in his mouth, hungrily swallowing every drop. However, as he had learned early on, swallowing half a pint or more of rapidly delivered jism was a very challenging task, and on two occasions, he had ended up with his nostrils blast-cleansed by semen as it exceeded his ability to swallow in time. For that reason, he preferred servicing boys who had smaller testicles. The rare few that he favoured in spite of their larger testicles, he left plugged into their collection tubes, but then that meant that he had to clean up after himself.

Jan started to masturbate his own hard cock. Although the collection tubes responded to the pressure of an orgasm, draining the semen off to processing, Jan liked to try to time his orgasm with the donors' – it made for more of a shared experience.

At first Jan did not like the taste of sperm, but he had quickly grown to love it, viewing it as the ultimate expression of a boy's libido. The taste of each was slightly different, and even the same boy could taste different according to his recent diet.

He had already tasted 184,675,809 on several occasions. The boy's sperm had a vaguely fructose flavour, with a slightly sweet aftertaste. Jan imagined the donor as a sporty, clean-living kid who lived on a diet of fruit and vegetables.

Jan withdrew the sound from the boy's penis, and clamped his lips over the glans, and started face fucking the rigid member, whilst rapidly masturbating the shaft with his left hand. As his palm passed lightly back and forth along its length, his fingers bumped across the veins that bulged out from its rigid sides. He loved boys who could get this hard. He imagined the unyielding tool hammering into his own hole, and his right hand pounded frantically in his own groin. He'd have to be careful or he would cum ahead of the boy. He stopped wanking to take the edge off, but suddenly his own mouth was filled with 184,675,809's cum. It wasn't as copious as most, but with was delivered with impressive force against the back of his throat. Jan's hand returned to his groin and it took just a few pumps to initiate his own eager orgasm. He greedily swallowed the boy's cum, whilst depositing his own seed into the tube intended for the kid. The bureau wouldn't care. All sperm was sorted and screened anyway.

The boy squirted 14 times, filling Jan's mouth with warm cream. Jan continued flogging his own cock, milking it of every drop of juice and every moment of pleasure. The boy stopped squirting but Jan continued teasing the kid's cockhead with his tongue for another 30 seconds. He had not yet swallowed the boy's cum, and the kid's cockhead was bathed in a pool of his own juice. Eventually Jan reluctantly pulled his face away from the boy's rigid cock, keeping his lips clamped to the boy's cock, forming a tight seal until every bit of it was out of his mouth, cleaning it as it exited. Jan swished the boy's sperm around in his mouth like a wine connoisseur checking out a test glass at a tasting. Then he swallowed it gratefully. In his mind, digesting the boy's sperm somehow made the boy a part of him, forever joining the other boys he had sucked. He continued slowly masturbating his own penis until it had completely softened, then he withdrew the collection tube. His sperm was already on its way to an automated lab within the facility.

The penis in front of his face was still hard. Jan smiled and lightly teased the rim of the glans for a few seconds with the index finger of his right hand, before carefully reinserting the collection tube back into the penis.

***

Sitting in a chair, in a communal area at Friedrich Krupp High, Max was now certain beyond a doubt, that a real person had been touching his penis.

***

Jan pulled his pants back up then dressed, and returned to the control booth. He could still taste the boy's sperm in his mouth. Sometimes, he liked to go speak to his fellow controller on some pretext just after a sucking, just so that he could get off on the wrongness of breathing on him with the sperm breath of a boy on a planet billions of miles away. This boy was special. Jan wanted to share. He went to find controller number two…

"Oh damn," Bryan said out of nowhere.

"What's up?" Max asked as they walked in the direction of his room.

"I left my key in our room and Troye is at Central."

"Oh," Max said, glancing at his wrist. He didn't really need to check though. The number of male students around them had thinned significantly, and the remaining few were heading towards the dormitory areas. It was quarter to two – almost skin time, and very few boys missed the opportunity to fuck or get some hand to dick time.

"On his own?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he's gonna be going far from main anymore."

"I'm surprised he would miss skin time."

"He gets milked 29 times a day. I don't think he cares about skin time much."

"29! I thought it was 27?"

"Well, you know him – always trying to up his limit."

"I'm surprised he's not an empty husk with that much milking."

Max sniggered to himself.

"What?" Bryan asked.

"I just got this image in my mind. Troye getting milked and milked and shrivelling up like zombie."

Bryan snickered at the thought.

Max said, "It's weird that he wants to be milked THAT much though, don't you think?"

"Yeah man," Bryan agreed, "but he wants to have the biggest dick ever by the time he's done with the EV."

"That's crazy."

"To be honest, I think he was a bit insecure when he first got here. Skinny body and a little dick like Jurnal. Late developer. I don't think he ever quite got past it."

"Oh yeah, that makes a lot of sense."

Max and Bryan started wandering towards the dorms.

"So what are you gonna do about skin time?" Max asked.

"Do you mind if I come to your room?"

"I was just gonna jack off in the shower, but I guess if Sam doesn't mind, you could use my bed."

Max had grown more comfortable talking about sex stuff, but he still liked to masturbate in private.

"I don't wanna step on Sam's toes. I could jack off in the shower with you though?" Bryan offered.

Max imagined them both in the small cubicle.

"Ahh sorry Bry, but I'd rather be on my own. I don't like jacking with anyone else there."

"No probletski," Bry said, hiding his disappointment. I'll go use the pool showers with the other losers."

Max felt shitty about Bryan having to go jack in the showers, but this was one party where uninvited guests were not welcome. "Sorry Bry. I'm just not comfortable jacking in front of other guys yet."

"Nothing to be sorry for. I totally understand. I was only joking about the losers. I'd better go though. Don't wanna miss out."

"Sorry again Bry."

"Don't have too much fun!"

Bryan tapped him between the legs. In the 20th century it would have been called a 'sack tap', but with Max's genitals dangling through a portal in his EV suit, emerging on a planet millions of light years away, there was nothing but GI Joe smoothness down there. Bryan gave a friendly wink and headed off towards the swimming pool.

A few minutes later, Max arrived at the dormitory room he shared with Sam. He opened the door and Sam was there with Julie and another boy. Julie was sitting on Max's bed.

"Hey Max, this is Kane."

The boy gave a tight nod. He looked younger than Max.

"Hey," Max said.

"How you doing?" Kane asked.

"Yeah, pacing. You?"

"Same thanks."

"Hey Jules," Max said.

He was mildly put out by her presence, and it was a mild breach of dorm protocol for her to be sitting on his bed.

"What's happening?" Max asked.

"Thought we'd go Reenish," Sam said. "You're welcome to join in."

Reen was a planet in the Ogle system. It had been colonised by New Romans. The New Romans was a movement that started on Spitzer 14. Its members believed that sex was the only real purpose to life. They spent much their time engaged in sexual activities, during which almost nothing consensual was off the table. At first, fellow humans had been tolerant of the group – after all, there had been several sects that took sexual liberation to new heights, and free love was the norm, rather than an oddity throughout humanity. But the New Romans just kept on taking things further and further. They didn't just have sex with sentient aliens, they used animals, and they indoctrinated their kids into their sexual practices from the moment they were born. They were shunned on every inhabited planet in the Expanse so they retreated to Reen, the sole habitable planet orbiting Ogle 24. 'Reenish' had now become a synonym for sexual depravity.

Max furrowed his brows.

"Seriously?"

Julie and Sam laughed.

"Nah, course not! We're just gonna have a three-up. Room for another if you like?"

Although they were not officially dating, Max was already starting to feel like any sexual activity with someone else would be cheating on Brill. But the idea of group sex was definitely a turn on; he couldn't deny that. He briefly considered the invitation.

"Thanks for asking but I'm just gonna…" he looked at Julie and suddenly felt bashful. "Use the shower," he said euphemistically.

She gave him a dirty grin. He blushed and turned away, to her amusement.

Two minutes to two and Sam and Kane took their EV suits off. Julie wasn't wearing one. Girls were not harvested like boys were, so she was already stripped down to her underwear. Max wrapped a hi-towel around his waist, and removed his suit, careful not to allow Julie a flash of his nudity.

"Shy Max?" she asked, chuckling.

"Not particularly," he lied.

"Let's have a look then," she challenged.

"I don't think s…"

Before Max could finish his sentence, Julie had reached out lightning fast and whipped his towel away. His three inch [7 cm] flaccid penis bounced free. His genitals had been chemically depilated, just like all the boys at Friedrich Krupp. He covered himself in a panic. He had the smallest penis in the room by a good three inches [8 cm].

"Cute," Julie said, grinning.

Max stood in comical pose, knees together, toes turned in and hands cupped over his privates. His skin turned deep red from head to toe with embarrassment. For a moment he was speechless, then he removed one hand from his groin, careful to cover himself fully with the other. He extended his arm.

"Towel!"

Julie handed it to him and he walked into the shower, locking the door behind him.

Max hung the towel on a hook on the wall opposite the shower head.

He said, "Shower on" and the voice controlled system activated the shower.

There was no water – just a full body tingling and the sound of white noise as ultrasonic sound waves caressed his body.

"Water," he said, and the system changed from sonic to water.

The water was hot – much hotter than he liked for masturbation. He found the heat distracting. He was the only one who took water showers. He always turned the temperature up after masturbation to wash away any armpit sweat, but after all these months, he still constantly forgot to return the temperature to something more comfortable after washing.

Max said, "105 degrees Fahrenheit [40°C] – fine" and the water temperature instantly dropped 15 degrees [10 degrees], and the droplet size reduced by half.

When it was too hot, he felt like it was hard to ejaculate – the heat on his testicles was just too distracting.

Max thought about the three people in the next room. It had never occurred to him that Sam might be a player. It was natural. After all the boy was good looking, confident with a great body and a big dick, but still it came as a surprise.

Max faced the wall-mounted head allowed the water to tumble over his body. As always, the pattering of water on his glans started to arouse him. He'd already ejaculated five times that day, but he always found skin time stimulating. He wondered what was happening next door – who was fucking Julie first, and who got to watch. Perhaps she was doing the ski pole wank, jerking both boys off together, or maybe one was getting a blow job, whilst the other fingered her. The permutations were many.

Max's penis raised its head, lifting towards his stomach as he imagined all of the possibilities. The puckered white foreskin slowly drew back to uncover his glans, then continued to retreat down his shaft. He felt his heart beating heavily in his chest. He was surprised at how turned on the imaginary scene made him. He reached out and picked up the bottle of shower gel, and squeezed some into his palm, then he rubbed his hands together to transform the green goo into thick lather. His dick was straining between his legs and his balls were high and tight.

Max looked down at his penis and it pointed straight back at his face. He took a grip; his cock was hard as iron. Excitable as he could get, he didn't often get THIS hard. He started pumping. Thrills of excitement instant fired up across his glans. Max knew that if he wasn't careful, he'd jizz in just a few seconds, and then it would all be over for another week. He moved his grip lower down his penis so that his fist was not directly stimulating his glans, then he started pumping with short, gentle strokes that simply moved the retracted foreskin up and down. It was his lowest setting, short of not touching himself at all.

Max tugged at himself for a couple of minutes, whilst he allowed his libido to simmer down a little. He consciously forced himself to stop imagining what Sam and his guests were up to. He tried to let his thoughts float free, but they kept returning to the next room. He forced himself to think about porn that he had watched. It was all heterosexual and there was nothing memorable for him to latch onto. His thoughts drifted to Brill. He'd seen the boy naked, and with an erection, but never in the flesh. He longed to see a live action version. He wondered what Brill would be like if they were lovers. He imagined being on his knees, and holding Brill's penis in his hand, pumping it tenderly. His mouth started to water, and without making a conscious decision to take the fantasy in that direction, he leaned forwards and wrapped his lips around Brill's penis. He could almost feel the smoothness of the boy's shiny glans against his tongue.

Max started to move his hand faster, using full strokes that stimulated his rigid cock right to the tip. The frothy lather allowed him to rub his fist all over his glans, rather than covering and uncovering it with his foreskin. It provided a more intense, electric sensation right to the root of his balls.

In his mind, Brill was now on his knees, with his back turned. Max was buried balls deep in his hole and he was fucking him. In the shower, Max spread his feet and lowered his stance. He was getting close. His fist flew up and down along his cock. Without realising it, Max started bouncing up and down, simulating a fucking motion. But at the same time, he was clenching his own sphincter – simultaneously fucker and fuckee. His thoughts kept vacillating between Brill's hole and his own. Suddenly the image of him impaling himself on a seated Brill's cock filled his mind, and that was all it took. He ejaculated long and hard, launching semen across the shower and onto the tiled wall. He bounced up and down faster and harder still, and he pumped like his life depended upon it.

Finally, after 20 seconds, he slowed, then stood up. His hole was pulsing from his repeated clenching. Although it was permanently filled by the waste collection plug that had been inserted when he was fitted with his EV suit, his sphincter still had the pleasant afterglow of activity.

In his room, Brill was also enjoying the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. He smiled and thought of Max.

Max allowed his breathing to slow, and washed the lather from his hand. He cupped his hands and caught the falling water. When he had a small cup-worth, he threw it at the jizz that was gloopily trickling down the wall in front of him. He repeated the procedure until the jizz joined the splats on the wet floor. He used his foot to create a small wave that washed the evidence of his orgasm towards the drain.

When there was no trace left, he said, "120 degrees [50°C], heavy," and the shower obeyed his command.

He applied fresh gel to his hand, and washed himself. He looked at his wrist. It was only 2.05. He couldn't walk out yet or he'd looked pathetic. He slowed his washing down, and when he was done, he simply stood under the hot water, allowing it to massage him.

He thought about Brill. He no longer questioned what it meant to think about Brill during his sexual fantasies. He just accepted the fact that he was turned on by the boy.

After what felt like a respectable time for a wank, Max looked at his wrist again. 2.15 – that was reasonable. He turned the shower off, and wrapped the towel around his waist. Holding it to ensure that Julie wouldn't strip it from him again, he opened the door and entered the main room.

Kane was reclining on the bed. Sam was sitting straddling him with his back towards Kane's legs. Max's eyes immediately went between Sam's legs and he was stunned to see that his asshole was wrapped around Kane's thick cock. Sam was riding Kane's cock with real gusto. Max couldn't believe it. He'd always assumed that Sam was straight, and now here he was clearly enjoying reaming himself on another boy's cock. Julie was straddling Kane's face, and his tongue was hard at work inside her. Sam was leaning forwards and nibbling at her tits with his lips, and she was grinding her body in pleasure at the twin assaults on her erogenous zones. Her hand was working low in front of her and though Max couldn't see precisely what she was doing, he assumed correctly that she was masturbating Sam.

Julie sensed Max's presence and opened her eyes. She looked right at him and smiled.

"Oh hey Max."

Sam turned and looked over his shoulder and gifted Max with an impish grin. He momentarily raised then dropped his eyebrows in acknowledgement. Max felt like he'd been busted spying on them.

"Not too late to join in if you like," Julie said.

Max grinned sheepishly, and shook his head without a word.

"I'll um, get dressed and leave you guys to it."

"No need," Sam said. "You can stay and watch if you like."

Max felt like it would be sleazy to do so, but he couldn't motivate himself to stop looking. Sam returned to Julie and they started kissing deeply, whilst her hands worked faster between his legs.

The front of Max's towel rose, but he was distracted by what was happening to his roommate. Kane had started to grind his pelvis, taking control of his stimulation. He had massive balls, especially for his age. Max wondered if maybe he just had a young looking face. Kane's grinding was replaced by thrusting. Powerful, urgent strokes, almost as though he was trying to buck Sam off him. Sam rode the wave, and in spite the thickness of the boy's cock, white cream started to leak out of Sam's hole, trickling down the shaft.

Julie looked down at the erection tenting Max's towel. He caught her gaze then noticed his own hardness. He covered up and blushed again, and retreated back to the shower. One wank was not going to be enough.

At 2.25 he heard Sam on the other side of the door.

"Hey Sam, mind if we just get a quick shower before 2.30?"

Max emerged immediately, dry, with the towel around his waist.

"Thanks man," Sam said, and he and Kane quickly ducked into the shower together, and Max heard the sonic activate.

Julie was already clothed. Girls could use the showers any time they wanted.

"Two times Max, or more?"

She gave him a lewd grin. He shrugged, hiding his irritation at her over-familiarity. He grabbed his EV suit, turned his back to her, and pulled it up under his towel like a boy dressing at a beach. Julie watched bemused.

He continued dressing in silence. Kane and Sam emerged from the shower. Sam was carrying a metal butt plug.

"Hey can I borrow your towel please Max?" Kane asked.

Max passed him the towel, and he and Sam quickly dried. A warning beep started playing inside their heads to let them know that skin time was ending, and they pulled their suits up. Kane dressed fully, but Sam pushed the disposal plug back into his hole, and locked it before zipping the suit up fully.

"How the hell did you…" Max said.

"Told you; I know someone. Same guy who does the porn. You can't keep it out permanently or they detect the drop in shit, but you can take it out for skin time if you like."

Max was a pretty law abiding guy, and he was beginning to suspect that there was a lot more to Sam that met the eye. He shook his head smiling.

"You sketchy fucker!"

Sam shot him another grin, "Yup, that's me."

Max was starting to suspect that Julie had told everyone about his small dick. This was the third group of people that he and Sam had passed in the hallways who had looked at him and snickered, and he didn't recognise any of them.

By Earth standards, Max wasn't particularly below average, but here on Herschell Majoris, the boys got milked and stretched and massaged for hours each day, and even the youngsters quickly grew to proportions that would embarrass a 20th century Earth porn star. Of course, all modern porn stars used their own genital enhancement and modification technology so that they were not outdone by guys who had grown up as part of the Harvesting program.

Max leaned in to Sam and said in low voice, "What the fuck is up with everyone today? I get the feeling they're all whispering about me."

"Why would people be whispering about you?"

"I dunno. Do you think that someone has said something about me? Do you think that Julie…"

He trailed off, not wanting to come out and express the source of his embarrassment to Sam.

"Julie? She wouldn't slamchat you sib, she's crazy about you."

Max thought about it.

"Yeah I know that, but, you know, I haven't really been showing any interest in her."

"Don't get me wrong Max, she would overload if you got wild with her, but she knows you're green for Brill."

Max was embarrassed to hear his sexual interest in Brill expressed openly, even though it was completely true. But there was a lot more to it than that. Brill was kind, and he had a great body, and beautiful eyes, and the tone of his voice was… Max snapped himself out of it.

"So what the fuck is going on then? All day it's been like people are whispering about me as I pass."

"Are you sure man? Maybe it's just coincidence."

"That's what I told myself at first, but," he looked back towards two girls behind them they were watching him, with smirks on their faces, "this was like the fourth or fifth time people start whispering and looking at me as I get near."

Sam had to admit, the girls' behaviour was pretty odd.

"Why don't you just go up and ask them?" he said.

"Nah."

"Why not? Then at least you'll know."

Max shrugged.

"I'm just not that bothered," he lied.

First div after lunch, Max walked into the lecture hall with Brill. There were 300 boys and no girls. The course was Advanced Sex Ed. It was the first time Max had attended an advanced course. He'd done the standard series on Earth: human reproduction, sex organs, masturbation, sexuality, pregnancy and that kind of thing, but he was wondering with great anticipation what constituted an advanced course.

There was a gently curving row of fold up chairs, each with its own small desk attached. Above and behind that was another row, and another – 12 rows in all, arranged like a Roman amphitheatre.

Brill guided Max towards the last two chairs of the highest row. In spite of the fact he was taller, he walked into the cramped fixed rows first, and sat down. As Max was about to sit, he saw something that caught his attention. It was another student, wearing what appeared to be an EV suit much like his own, but his arms and legs were missing, and there were what appeared to be portal panels on the suit at the shoulders and hips. The boy looked older than Max and he wore a serious expression. He was suspended in a frame by thick wires that connected to rings above his shoulders and at the sides of his hip joints, and the frame was mounted on a heavy base with an electric motor and caterpillar tracks. The boy was positioned on the carpeted walkway behind the top row, in line with one of the two aisles that divided the arced seating, facing down the aisle towards the stage.

"What's the deal with that guy," Max asked. "I've never seen him before."

Brill looked over his shoulder at the kid resting alone behind the rows of students.

"Dunno. Maybe he was born that way?" Brill offered.

"No way, they'd have fixed it by now."

"Maybe he's a hybrid or an exo and he likes being that way?"

"He doesn't look very happy to me. And aren't those portals where his arms and legs should be?"

At that moment, the guy looked directly in their direction, and Max and Brill quickly looked away.

"Why don't you ask him later?" Brill suggested in a low whisper.

Their attention was pulled to the front of the lecture hall. Doctor Phlox, the head of biology was speaking.

"Gentlemen, now that you're all here, we're almost ready to start. I suggest that you ensure you are seated. Before we get into the lecture, you're all going to get a five minute blast on level 10 just to clear the old pipes out, and to ensure that you're not distracted during the lecture. Many young men find it hard to stay focussed whilst they're green, and this lecture is too important for you to miss out on."

It was unusual for the teachers to talk about the harvesting program, much less to control it directly. In fact it was the first time in all the months since Max had transferred Friedrich Krupp. The only person who had ever directly controlled his implant was nurse Janeway during his initial medical and EV suit fitting. He turned to Brill with an expression of puzzlement.

"Just sit back and enjoy it," Brill said with a gentle smile.

The teacher spoke into his vone then he brushed his hand over the wall panel. The lights dimmed, and Max could feel his balls and sphincter starting to tingle. He settled back in his seat in the near darkness, and started to breath slowly and deeply as the program commenced the stimulation routine.

He felt Brill's arm brushing against his between the seats, then the boy's hand touched his. He briefly wondered what Brill was doing, then Brill took Max's left hand with his right, holding them down between the seats out of sight in the darkness. Max felt momentarily trapped, as though Brill had manoeuvred him into this situation, but he quickly pushed the feeling away.

"Don't be stupid," he told himself. "This is exactly what you wanted."

He squeezed Brill's hand to show his assent and Brill squeezed back.

The harvesting program commenced in earnest, and in a harvesting station millions of light years away 300 teen Friedrich Krupp penises all strained in unison.

Max felt as though his glans and his anus were both being skilfully teased, whilst there was a vibration in his testicles that was driving him crazy. He suspected, although he had no way of knowing, that his dick was hard as plasteel right now. High intensity stims always drove him wild with lust, and although he'd experienced dozens of them now, they still felt as arousing as the very first time. That was the beauty of implants over actual – the system adjust to the user's responses to ensure that every orgasm felt fresh and exciting. As soon as a boy's responses to a particular line of stimulation diminished, the system increased the intensity or teased him in a different way.

All around him, Max could tell that the other boys were equally boned. Although their forms were just outlines in the near dark, Max could see lots of movement, and next to him, Brill was writhing in his chair, still as aroused after years of being milked as Max was. He gripped Max's hand tightly, as the implant in his brain told his body that it was receiving all kinds of erotic sexual attention – nipples, glans, earlobes, even Brill's toes were being tongued, nibbled, tweaked and massaged in his mind, just as Max's were. It literally produced the same feelings in the sensory processing areasrain as if they were actually being touched. But the most fiendish part of the brain implant, was its ability to deny orgasm, leaving all 300 boys edging with no possibility of release until it decided to grant it. A rising volume of adolescent heavy breathing, panting, and groaning gradually filled the hall.

At four minutes and 45 seconds, the boys were granted release. The implants switched from inhibit to induce, and as one, all 300 boys started to ejaculate; hard. Even though Max was used to ejaculating eight times a day, a high intensity always managed to draw a massive load from his overactive balls, and today was no exception. In fact, he ejaculated for almost 30 seconds unabated in what he felt was surely the most immense orgasm of his life.

Meanwhile, in a perfectly silent harvesting plant on planet 1RXS1609 b, the boys in lecture hall 2 of Friedrich Krupp High added another two and a half pints of semen to the day's total.

When it was finally over, Max was still holding Brill's hand loosely.

"Pacing," Max thought to himself.

"Yeah," Brill murmured and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

The lights stayed low for a few more minutes, allowing the boys time to recover from their milking. As the teacher turned them up, Max turned to Brill and smiled warmly. Brill's green eyes flashed in the diminishing gloom, but there seemed to be flecks of gold in them. It was almost as though they had their own inner light. Brill looked fondly back at him and stole a quick peck on the lips. Max blinked, surprised again, but for once, he didn't look around to see who else may have seen. He grinned back.

Doctor Phlox began the lecture and Max turned his attention to the man, but he couldn't help but lick his lips to see if there was any taste left behind. He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but there seemed to be a little sweetness there.

"I'm gonna ask that guy what his story is," Max said as the lecture drew to a close. "Do you think he'll mind?"

"Not if you're cool about it," Brill replied. "And even if he does mind, what's he gonna do, run you over?"

Max grinned. He was referring to a guy that he'd noticed at the back of the lecture hall. He was wearing an EV suit just like all the other boys, but he appeared to have no arms or legs, and was suspended by his shoulders and secured at the hips in frame that was mounted onto a wheeled and powered base. There was a pad attached to the front of the device facing towards the boy within easy sight.

Max was a sucker for a mystery and he was determined to find out more about the boy.

The guy was in his late teens. Max looked at him surreptitiously, and the kid's suspension chair turned and started to move towards the door. Max quickly rose to his feet.

"See ya later Brill."

He gave Brill's hand a squeeze then rapidly walked to the front of the lecture hall. Other students were already on their feet starting to leave. Max timed his exit so that he reached the doorway just ahead of the guy in the suspension chair, then rather than passing through the doorway, he stood back to allow the boy to roll through.

"After you."

The boy in the frame was hanging with his eyes at head level. He nodded.

"Thanks."

Max smiled in acknowledgement then followed the guy through the door.

The vehicle rolled down the corridor, slowed initially by the students ahead, but they gradually thinned as they moved off in different directions towards their varied destinations. Max kept pace with the electrical vehicle waiting for his opportunity.

"Hey man," he said, walking faster to move alongside the suspension chair.

The guy looked to his side. He frowned.

"Yeah?"

His terse response threw Max.

"That thing can really move," he said lamely, abandoning his plan for the direct approach.

"Yeah, I guess so," the guy said, barely hiding his disinterest for small talk.

Max realised he was not going to be able to sustain a conversation for long.

"Look, I don't wanna be raw, but do you mind if I ask you something?"

"You want to know what happened to my arms and legs. Why I'm in this fucking thing."

Max blushed.

"Errr, yeah, how d'you know?"

"I saw you looking at me in the lecture hall. It's what everyone wants to know."

"Oh, ummm, sorry I guess. I hope I didn't bother you."

Max turned to walk off in another direction.

"Nah look, I don't blame you," the guy said, drawing Max back with his words. "I'd be trigued as well. I guess I get a bit touchy. It's not like I'm a cripple or anything, but I just have to ride around in this fucking bug. It drives me crazy. It's total bees."

"Bees?"

The guy frowned at him.

"Bees. BS. Bullshit."

Comprehension dawned on Max's face. He was constantly surprised by the colloquialisms used by the students at Friedrich Krupp. Same root language, but a different culture, and they had evolved it in a totally different way. Earth vids and holos didn't really get much play this far out, and Herschel Majoris was large and populous enough to have its own entertainment industry. As a result, youth culture had long since diverged from that on Earth.

"So what…"

Max wanted to ask what happened, but he didn't want to come across as rude. He chose a more passive expression.

"Why are you…"

"Why am I riding around dangling here like a fucking coat on a hanger? Because I got sick of being milked like a fucking human cow that's why!"

"I don't get what you mean."

Max's curiosity was on overdrive.

"I tried to leave. You can't just take off your EV suit. They'll sleep you and you'll be laying there dreaming until they pick you up and bring you back. The only way is to get outside the tech field first."

"Tech field?"

The other boy frowned.

"You're not from around here are you?"

"Nah, my name's Max. I'm from Earth."

"Ah I thought I recognised your accent. I'm Van. I would tap but…"

Max grinned at the joke. Van couldn't high five without arms.

"Well at least your hands don't get cold," he said, without thinking.

He panicked.

"Oh shit, sorry man. I didn't mean… Oh fuck."

Van grinned at him.

"Naw you're okay Max. I'm not vexed. It was pretty funny actually!"

Max breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Van continued his explanation.

"So anyway, you know, the way that they monitor everyone's brain implants and EV suits? I dunno how it works; microwave I think. Each city at least tech 7 has them. If you can get far enough from the city, then you can get outside the field. Then you can take the EV suit off and live a normal life instead of being milked all the time."

"Wow. So what's that's got to do with…" he nodded towards the boy's chair as they continued walking.

They entered an elevator.

"Dorms level 6," Van said.

"You mind if I come with you?" Max asked.

"Nah, you're good. So this shit…" Van looked left and right at the stumps where his arms belonged.

"Well, I had this plan. I was going to get out of the city, then dump the EV and make a start in New Mammoth. I love snow and they got peaks 4k high. You can alto-glide. It's amazing. My brother lives there, and I could get a job making holos, or selling vones, or anything. Just so long as I got out of this fucking suit."

"You don't like the EV suit?"

"No. Hate the fucking thing. I was up to seven a day, and it made me feel like I was just a dick and a pair of nuts."

"You don't like cumming?"

"Cumming?"

"Oh sorry, squirts. You don't like it?"

"I fucking LOVE it. It's totally pacing. That's why I don't want a machine doing it for me all the time. I wanna fuck, and I want to squirt when I wanna squirt."

Max shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess I get that. So what happened?"

"Well I made a mistake. When you start to get near the edge of the tech field, they start to track you. If you're fast enough, you can get outside before they can stop you. But I made a big mistake; I used a twister."

"Too slow?" Max offered.

"Nah, it's not that. When I was getting close to the edge of the field, the twister shut down. I should have figured it. After all, Transit doesn't want people stealing their rides. So now I'm on foot, and I still had a way to go. It was late and I was tired. I thought if I stuck to the back streets, I could make it, but I was wrong. They zapped me and brought me back."

"That sucks. Couldn't you just go to another city legally?"

"Not till I'm 21. I'm only 17. Old enough to work, but to leave school I need my parent's agreement. My dad's old-school; all about doing my duty for the expansion, and finishing my education."

They stopped outside a door. Van's suspension chair turned and the door opened.

"How do you control that thing?" Max asked, going off on a tangent.

"It picks up my thoughts."

"Oh. That's pretty cool. So what happened?"

"Well, I'd already tried to run away twice before. Third time and you're out."

"What does that mean? What did they do to you?"

"I got a new EV suit. One I couldn't run away from."

Max frowned.

They entered the room that Van shared. His room-mate was not present.

"What do you want to drink; water or Triplex?" he asked Max.

"Triplex would be great thanks. I could use the energy."

"It's in the cooler."

Van nodded towards the refrigerator that was embedded into the wall.

Max passed his hand over the sensor and the door disappeared.

"Shall I get you one?"

"Yeah thanks. That would be great. You mind holding it for me?"

Max twisted the top off the bottle and held it up to Van's lips, whilst the other boy downed the contents in three long draws.

"That must suck having to get other people to feed you?"

"Yeah. I thought things were bad before, but they're ten times worse now," Van answered sombrely.

"So you wouldn't have risked it if you'd known?"

"Nah, no way. This is worse than prison. At least there they don't harvest you 14 hours a day."

"Excuse me! Did you say 14 hours a day? How many times?"

"No, it's not like that. That's part of the punishment. They don't stop and start. From 7 in the morning till 10 at night they're constantly milking me. I've always got a boner."

Max was stunned. He'd noticed that Van had been green since they'd started talking, but he had assumed that the kid was getting double or tripled.

"I didn't even know that was possible. Isn't it dangerous? Does it hurt?"

"No it's not dangerous, and yes, it kind of hurts. Well, aches more than hurts. You get used to it."

"So how often do you squirt?"

"No idea. I'm horny ALL the time. I guess 20-30 times a day at least. Probably more. Every 30 minutes or less."

"Holy shit, that's harsh. And there's nothing you can do about it?"

"Nope. My arms and legs are in portals. Can't get them out, can't feel anything wherever they are. All I can do is hang here with a boner for 18 hours a day…"

Max looked at Van with sympathy.

"Wow, that's really harsh. How long for?"

"Three months."

Max made a mental note never to try leaving the tech zone without authorisation.

After visiting with Van and discovering the secret of the boy's strange punishment, Max meandered down to the dining area in the hopes of meeting someone he knew to eat dinner with.

When he arrived, rather than getting a meal and grabbing a seat, he stood by the wide entranceway and scanned the tables looking for a familiar face.

He still had the feeling that people were watching him and sniggering, and it was becoming unsettling. At first he thought that maybe it was people who thought they recognised him, but whenever he'd turn to look at someone he suspected was watching him, they'd play innocent and lookj away or stop talking. Max was starting to empathise with Van. He could imagine nothing more irritating than being the constant object of people's curiosity or worse still, their humour.

He spotted Troye and Bryan just starting their meals. They were almost inseparable, especially since Troye had been EV jacked. Max wondered if maybe they were hot for each other. But if so, apart from boisterous roughhousing, there were never any public displays of affection.

Max grabbed his meal and walked over to them. Troye was the first to spot him. He smiled.

"Maxter!"

He was starting to regain a little of his former sparkle back, but he hadn't left the school in the month since he'd been beaten up.

"Hey Troye!" Max said, giving the stick-thin teenager his most genuine smile.

The smile remained as he turned to Bryan.

"Bry, how you doing bro?"

Troye beamed back at Max, and as usual, Bryan played it just the tiniest bit cooler. He said, "Yeah, things are great thanks Max. What about you?"

"Yeah, pacing, pacing, although…"

He hesitated.

"Wassup?" Troye prodded.

"Well, I know it will sound dumb but it just feels like people have been watching me all day. I know, just me being paranoid, but it's starting to freak me out."

A look passed between Troye and Bryan but they said nothing. Max caught it.

"What? What was that about?"

"What was what about?" Troye asked, his voice rising as he did his best to play innocent. He wasn't a good liar.

Max looked at Bryan.

"Come on guys. Is there something going on? You're freaking me out."

"There's nothing," Bryan said.

"Then what was that look about?"

"What look?" Bryan asked.

Max was starting to feel really weird now. If he persisted, and there was nothing, he'd look like he was being paranoid, but if he couldn't even trust his friends to be straight with him…

He changed the subject, and there was a palpable sense of relief from Troye as Max let them off the hook. They chit chatted as they ate, and Max told them about Van, but it felt to him as though there was a slight edge to their conversation, as though it was a little forced. He told himself that maybe he'd interrupted something between them, or that the problem was with Troye, who was still not 100% back to normal after his mugging.

When he was three quarters of the way through his meal, they heard an announcement over the public address system.

"Would Max Tait please report to the Cap's office. Max Tait, please report to Dr Arnold immediately."

Max frowned. In all the months since he'd been at Friedrich Krupp, he'd never been called to the Cap's office, and nor had anyone he knew.

"Wonder what that's about?" He mused out loud.

The same look passed between Troye and Bryan. This time Max was certain of it.

"Guys there's something going on. Don't hold out on me. C'mon, if you know something tell me please."

Ignoring Max's plea, Bryan said, "You better go to Cap's office. He doesn't like to be kept waiting."

Max looked at Troye to see if HE would be more forthcoming. Troye looked away like a child who had been asked to tell tales on a friend.

Max stood, frustrated and feeling betrayed in equal measure.

"I thought you guys were my friends!"

Then it suddenly occurred to him. It wasn't him. It was his fathers. Something had happened to them and everyone but him had found out. But then why would they be sniggering?

Panicking now, he left the dining hall in a hurry, and headed towards the Cap's office.

***

On planet 1RXS1609 b, controller Jorge pulled on his EV suit. He walked slowly to portal 43,231,888 anticipating what was to come. Unlike the boys who were being milked, he didn't have an implant in his head that could make him hard or force him to ejaculate on command. But still he WAS hard. He always was when he played this game. He looked at the portal. It was at eye level. He wouldn't even need to lean over or ride up on a riser. He studied the erect penis before him. It was not as large as most; just six inches [15 cm]. But it was natural. He reached out and gripped the shaft, sliding his fingers back towards the base to draw back the foreskin. He didn't need to wonder how its owner was feeling. He looked at the glans, impressed by how shiny it was. He was a penile narcissus, in love with his own dick, and since he had started to work at the Harvesting Station, it was a lot easier.

Jorge leaned forwards and opened his mouth. He extended his tongue just a little. His mouth was watering. Then he tenderly sucked the cock in front of him. HIS cock. Jorge didn't move from his spot for the next 45 minutes…

***

Max arrived outside the Cap's office. He pressed the panel and the Cap's face appeared on the small screen by the door.

"Yes?"

"Max. Max Tait. You asked me to come see you."

"Ah yes Max, do come in."

The man's voice was friendly, welcoming.

The nanodoor destabilised and Max passed into the Cap's office.

"Doctor Arnold, sir?" he enquired.

The man rose to his feet and extended a hand and a smile.

"Yes, yes, do sit down. You're not in any kind of trouble so you can relax."

Max low-tapped hands and the man gestured to a soft chair. Max sat and the man sat also, choosing a chair that was at the same level so that he was not looking down on the boy. He wanted Max to feel completely at ease.

Max was looking at him nervously. It was the usual reaction of any student called to the Cap's office.

"Can I get you a drink. Juice maybe?"

"No thanks I just had dinner."

"Of course, of course. I hope I didn't interrupt it?"

Max hesitated before responding. Doctor Arnold watched his face.

"Not really. I wasn't enjoying it much today anyway."

"Hmmm. Well perhaps people have been acting a little a strangely towards you today?"

Max's face lit up. At last, someone who was willing to acknowledge what he'd suspected all along.

"Yes! Yes, people have been weird all day. Even people I don't know. I was starting to think I was going crazy!"

Then Max's light turned green. It couldn't have come at a more inconvenient moment. Doctor Arnold saw the light come on. He knew that the boy would be hard within seconds and he would spend the next five minutes feeling intensely aroused, culminating in a powerful orgasm. The Harvesting Program didn't care what Max was doing. It had no sympathy for the fact that the boy was engaged in an important conversation.

Max looked down at his light and sighed in disgust. Not that he needed to look to tell him what he already knew. He could already feel the teasing in his sphincter and the erotic sensation of a tongue running over his helmet.

His cock didn't care where he was or who he was with. It reacted as hundreds of thousands of years of evolution had programmed it to react. The fact that the sensations he was experiencing were simply digital fictions transmitted by the implant in his brain didn't matter to his libido. His five inch [12 cm] penis rose, and quickly stiffened.

***

In his booth, controller Jan noticed Max's dick getting hard. He contemplated going down to the boy's portal and getting in on the action, but the kid would be done by the time he got there. Instead, Jan zoomed in on the curved penis: too close to see the whole thing. He slowly scanned along its length, like the tracking shot of a spaceship in vintage science movies.

He marvelled at how much the boy's veins protruded, how firm they appeared to be. Since Max had been ramped by the girls; tricked into getting hard, and thus increasing his milking frequency, he was being milked 9 times a day, and he was just as hard for every one of them.

***

Max blushed and made an apologetic face to the Cap as though he had deliberately chosen that moment to think about sex and get a boner.

"Sorry sir," he said sheepishly.

"Not at all Max. If I'd thought about it, I could have called Nurse Janeway and had you disabled while we talk. As it is, I think it would be best if we simply let the program run its course, then continue afterwards. You can sit there and I'll get on with my work."

Max looked away self consciously. Back on Earth, he'd have done anything to hide a boner at school, especially from a teacher. Now, here he was, sitting in the Cap's office whilst a machine jacked him off.

He looked at the floor, then reclined against the chair and shut his eyes in an effort to shut everything out. It wasn't so much that he wanted the freedom to enjoy the experience, rather, he knew that he was GOING to enjoy it whether he wanted or not and he didn't want to have to stare at the Cap whilst he did so.

Max could feel his cock straining hard. He'd more or less gotten used to being milked around other people. Sometimes he brazened it out, other times he stopped what he was doing and waited it out. But there was something about sitting in the Church-quiet atmosphere of this sombre administrator's office that brought back the embarrassment of his early days at Friedrich Krupp high.

He tried not to think of the man sitting just five feet [1½ m] away, reading from a retinal screen. But at the same time, he didn't want to allow himself a fantasy in case it showed on his face. He certainly wouldn't be the first boy to start squirming, or even to moan involuntarily as the implant in his brain tricked his body into thinking it was in the middle of a torrid sex session. He couldn't simply ignore the virtual lips wrapped around his real glans, or the virtual tongue expertly teasing it. Nor could he ignore the virtual fingers that were sliding in and out of his sphincter, soon to be followed by a virtual cock.

Max switched his thoughts to the Harvesting Station where his dick was residing. It was a clinical thought designed to take any passion out of the experience. He'd never seen the Station, but he visualised his cock sitting there hard in the vast silent warehouse-like facility. For a couple of minutes it worked. He became preoccupied imagining the place, and thinking about the absurdity of his body sitting in this office, whilst his penis strained in a silent room millions of light years away. He stopped thinking about what was happening to him, and got carried away by his fascination of the technicalities.

Then he made a fatal mistake. He allowed his mental camera to pull back from his own portal to the adjacent ones, and then further out, until all he could see were cocks in every direction as far as his eye could see. Then he saw one particular one. It belonged to someone else. His mind's eye zoomed in. He recognised it. He'd seen it before. He zoomed until the others were gone. It was dick much like his own. Paler; a little thinner; maybe just a touch longer. It got hard, straining. Max's eyes lifted. Instead of portals there was a boy standing grinning. It was Brill. He was looking Max right in the eye, hands on hips. An invitation. The hint of a grin appeared on Max's face. His breathing became louder and his heart rate increased.

Doctor Arnold heard the boy start breathing audibly. He was used to being around boys who were being milked. His own son Stan had never been particularly adept or even bothered to disguise his horniness, but being in his quiet office with a boy who was quite obvious very excited was hard to ignore. He tried to concentrate on the details on the display shining directly onto his retina but he couldn't help glancing beyond to the boy leaning back on one of his soft chairs. The boy's chest was rising and falling and he had the hint of a smile. It was obviously a good one. For a moment Arnold wondered what the boy was thinking about. Then the kid started lifting and dropping his pelvis from the chair. Not much; an inch maybe, but it was clear that the boy was fucking in his fantasy.

The Cap looked down at his desk to grant the boy privacy, suppressing his own smile. Horny little monkey!

Precisely on the five minute mark, Max ejaculated hard, unconsciously grinding against the chair. He let out the quietest grunt, "Unhhh," but it was loud enough for him to hear. It pulled him from his fantasy. He hoped that Doctor Arnold had not heard.

At the sound of Max reaching orgasm, the 65 year old man thought fondly to his own days in the program. He played it cool, giving no sign that he'd heard Max cumming.

Max kept his eyes closed, trying not to be obvious, and sat there, only too aware now that his breathing was heavy. He immediately brought it under control as his penis finished pumping. He sat, aware of his persistent erection. If it didn't go away soon, the Station would harvest him again, and he'd be in danger of getting ramped. He was already up to nine times a day, the last thing he needed was any more.

Max opened his eyes, fully back in the Cap's office now. For a few moments he didn't make a sound, and to his relief, he felt his dick starting to wilt.

He looked over at Doctor Arnold, who was doing his best 'not aware of your presence' impersonation.

Max cleared his throat twice, "Unn hnn."

Doctor Arnold looked up as though surprised from his thoughts.

"Umm sir, I'm finished."

"Ahh good. Max I have some rather bad news for you. I've already informed your fathers and discussed it with them, and they felt that the best way to handle it was simply to tell you outright."

Max's heart started pounding again. This sounded ominous.

Doctor Arnold picked up a pad and moved over, sitting in his former chair within arm's reach of Max. He made some gestures to activate something on the screen then he handed the pad to Max.

Max looked down at the screen. It was showing a paused video. It showed him standing in the shower. He activated the playback, and he watched as he jacked off in the shower. The words "Max Tait. Smallest dick in the school" were superimposed at the bottom of the screen. The Max in the video started bouncing up and down as he came. Max stopped the playback, humiliated to see his unconscious air fucking. Max glowed with embarrassment. He swallowed hard. Without meeting the Cap's eyes he said, "Where did you get this?"

The man paused and took a deep breath before answering. He knew that this was going to be devastating to the boy.

"I'm afraid it was sent to every student using the school's messaging system."

Max looked down at the floor. He stopped breathing. His heart ached so badly he thought he was going to pass out. He felt like he wanted to cry but there was no way he was going to show that kind of weakness.

"Every single student?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so Max."

"Even the girls?"

"Yes Max."

Max paused, breathing heavily now.

"Do you know who did it?"

"No I'm afraid not. We have tech looking into it, but they've discovered nothing yet."

Max was speechless. He stared into space at ground level in front of him, not really seeing anything. Doctor Arnold allowed the boy ten seconds to process the information then he said, "I realise that this is probably really embarrassing to you, especially coming from Earth where I understand you have different values, but people are more open about sexual matters here."

Max didn't say a word.

"It's not as though lots of boys haven't already seen you naked."

"Yeah but not like that. Not jacking off. And all the girls are going to see as well."

Max's voice was cracking with emotion as he struggled against tears.

"That's true Max, and I can understand, you must be feeling wretched right now."

Max had never heard the word before.

"But masturbation is perfectly natural," Arnold continued. "I'm certain that 99% of the boys here all do it, and most of the girls."

"Yeah but not like that!" Max said, throwing the pad face up on an armless chair between them. It was paused on a frame where he was at the extent of a down bounce. It was clear that he was doing something weird as he masturbated. A tear trickled down the side of his nose. He sniffed a couple of times and wiped the tear away, embarrassed now by his emotionalism.

Doctor Arnold looked down at the screen.

"Max, I'm sure that everybody has their own peculiarities, and most of us would prefer not to be watched at our most intimate moments. But it's not like you were doing anything truly weird is it? The most concerning thing is that this video was sent to everybody, and I promise you, we are already doing all we can to track down the person who circumvented our security systems and did that. Security has already examined your shower. They discovered a micro camera hidden in the upper corner of the cubical. It's been removed."

"It's a bit late now. I'm already the Trump of the school. Everyone has been sniggering behind my back all day. Now at least I know why."

Arnold looked at the boy sympathetically. He picked up the pad and put it to one side then moved close and put his hand on Max's shoulder.

"Look son, these things blow over as quickly as they start. In two weeks or a month, everybody will be distracted by something else, and it will probably never come up again. My advice to you is to walk tall. Look people right in the eye. Don't let this break you. You've done nothing wrong. If they know that you know and you don't care, it will quickly lose its power for them."

Max finally found the strength to look at the man. He could hear the concern and the sincerity in the man's voice and his words made sense. He rationalised with himself. After all, what was the big deal anyway? What had he done that was so bad?

"For what it's worth, I can guarantee that you're DON'T have the smallest penis in the school. Not by a long shot. There are at least half a dozen saturated boys here who have probably not even started puberty, and several hundred boys younger than you. Also, you're not the first young man to move to this school from a place that isn't part of the Harvesting Program. You're completely average for your age and you have nothing to be ashamed of."

Like Nurse Janeway before him, Arnold was lying a little about Max's dimensions to make the kid feel better, but it was a white lie, and the man felt no guilt in telling it.

Max looked at him, obviously eager for reassurance. Arnold nodded and smiled warmly. The boy still looked hurt and betrayed, but at least he was not blushing any more.

***

30 minutes later, Max was lying alone out in the golden fur grass near the edges of the school grounds. He activated his vone and commed his fathers. They were living on the other side of the planet but they still answered instantly. They'd been waiting for his call. There was a time difference, and they were in their bedroom. Jonathan was dressed in pyjamas, and Dominic was bare-chested. Jonathan was the first to speak.

"Hey Maxxy, did you speak to Mr Arnold?"

"Yeahhh," Max replied, with all the joy of a kid who'd been told it was his turn to recyc the garbage.

"And how are you doing?"

Max sighed deeply.

"Pretty bad."

His emotions were still raw and near the surface. The last thing he wanted was to get tearful now with his fathers so far away. It was only make Jonathan upset as well.

"Yeah baby, it was a really shitty thing to do."

Max nodded.

Jonathan was seated, with Dominic standing behind him. Dominic leaned into the frame.

"It was a fucking low thing to do," Dominic interjected. "And what kind of security are they running there if people can just hack into it like that?"

Dominic often used aggression as a coping mechanism. It had gotten him into trouble more than once, but this time, he was articulating sentiments that Max was already feeling. His son's emotions were a mix of anger, humiliation and betrayal.

Jonathan was more prosaic.

"I wish I was there to give you a big hug right now darling. You look so upset."

"I wish you were too," Max replied in a half whisper. "I really wish you weren't so far away."

"Yeah I know honey."

Jonathan was never afraid to show affection to his son, but today, with Max feeling so wretched, his vocabulary was littered with terms of endearment. They made Max feel loved.

Jonathan wrapped his arm around Dominic's waist and pulled him close. Dominic sat on Jonathan's lap like a woman riding side-saddle on a horse. Usually Dominic was the alpha, more likely to have Jonathan on his lap. In spite of his sadness, it tickled Max to see their roles reversed. He grinned.

"Dad, get off, you're going to squash him!"

Jonathan smiled.

"I can take it. I'm tough. Rawrrr!"

He made a macho man pose, bending his arms as if to show off his biceps.

Dominic snuffle-kissed him on the neck.

"You weren't so tough earlier."

Max laughed.

"Crood! Get a room you two."

Jonathan said, "Ha ha. We already did. We live here remember?"

"Oh yeah. Well get another room. Where I don't have to watch. I just ate!"

His parent's antics were making him feel better.

Dominic stopped playing with Jonathan and turned back to the cam.

"Seriously though Max, are you alright? Jonathan can come visit with you for a while if you need it?"

It was two weeks away by transit. Although tensor fold technology was commonplace, it was only used in cities with a tech level of 7 or higher. His fathers were living three entire continents away from a city that high, so the only means of travel between them would be by aero-trans. On a planet as large as Herschel Majoris, that meant the best part of two weeks of travelling.

Max considered his father's offer. Right now he'd love to have Jonathan's emotional support, but he knew that it wasn't practical. Two weeks each way, just for a few days of reassurance.

"Nah, that's okay. That wouldn't make sense. I just wish… Well, I feel so, so humiliated, you know?"

"Yeah I know baby," Jonathan said. "But it's not like you were doing anything everyone else there isn't doing whenever they can as well."

"Did you see the video?"

"No Maxxy, but Mr Arnold told us about it. Someone filmed you tugging in the shower right?"

"Yeah."

Max didn't feel like filling his dads in about his horny bouncing or the size reference. He was relieved that they hadn't seen it.

"Look son," Dominic said, adopting a down-to-Earth tone that he only used when he was appealing to Max's sense of maturity, "I know you're probably feeling kind of stupid right now, but it'll blow over before you know it, trust me. In a couple of weeks everyone will have moved on to the next shiny, and they'll have forgotten all about it."

"That's what Doctor Arnold said."

"Smart guy, I like him," Dominic shot back using a poor Syndicate accent.

The Syndicate was an organisation of criminals modelled around the 1940s Earth mafia. They adopted Italian/Brooklyn accents, wore cheesy, big lapelled suits and ran all the same rackets that their role models had. They had terrorised a few systems for over half a century, but by the time Max's fathers were born, they were nothing more than the stuff of holos and vids.

Max laughed.

"That accent is terrible dad!"

"Whaddya saying kiddo?" Dominic said, hamming it up, "Ya don't likes the way I talks?"

Max grinned. His dads always knew how to make him feel better.

"But they'll always know."

"Know?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, you know, how I do it. What my dick looks like."

Jonathan smiled.

"So what? There's only so many ways to tug. I mean it's not like you were swinging off the ceiling smeared in dairy were you?"

He paused.

"You WEREN'T swinging off the ceiling smeared in dairy were you Maxxy?"

Max grinned.

"Naw. It was Ickenberry spread."

"Oh well that's perfectly alright then. So long as it was something sensible. I hope you rinsed between your toes. That stuff can get everywhere."

"Rawrrrr!"

Dominic made like a Velociraptor on the side of Jonathan's neck and Jonathan laughed and squirmed.

"Careful, I'm going to drop you off my lap!"

"I thought you were tough? Rawr remember?"

Jonathan playfully slapped Dominic up side the head.

"Do you MIND. We're supposed to be consoling our son!"

"He's gonna be just fine."

Dominic turned to the camera.

"You ARE gonna be fine aren't you Maxxy?"

He rarely used terms of endearment. It made Max feel good.

"Yeah dad. I'm gonna be okay."

"See, our son's a real trooper!"

"I need to go," Max said, making an excuse to give them some privacy.

"Are you sure baby?" Jonathan asked.

"Yeah, I've got homework."

"Well don't forget, you can call us anytime, day or night if you need us."

"Yeah dad. Thanks."

"Take care kiddo," Dominic chimed in. "We love you. Any time, day or night remember."

"Thanks dad. Bye."

Max disconnected and made his way back to his room.

***

When he entered his room, Max was surprised to find Troye and Bryan there with Sam. He looked at Bryan.

"You knew!"

"Knew what?"

"About the vid."

Bryan took a deep breath.

"Yeah we did. Sorry Max."

"We were just trying to watch out for you Max," Troye added.

"By keeping secrets from me?!"

Bryan said, "The only reason we didn't say anything is because we weren't sure about the best way to handle it. We thought maybe if we didn't say anything, you might never find out and it would be less embarrassing for you."

Max stared at him, his anger evaporating. His friends hadn't betrayed him. They were watching out for him.

Troye stood and hugged Max.

"Sorry sib. I didn't want to hold things back from you, but we were just trying to figure out what would hurt you less."

He moved back.

"You're a lousy liar," Max said.

"I'm not lying Max. You're our sib. We really care about you."

"Not now, in the dining hall."

Max grinned.

"Oh that. Yeah, I hate lying sib."

"That's not a bad thing."

"Nah, I guess not."

Max looked at his three friends.

"So what are you doing here?"

Sam joined the conversation.

"Trying to figure out who planted the camera."

Max was in cosmo class. It was one of his favourites. He loved learning how the universe came into existence and how all the stars and planets formed. But today he wasn't enjoying the class, he was distracted. For starters he was green. That wasn't unusual. Ever since the girls had ramped him, the harvester milked him nine times a day, and it didn't always happen when he was in the mood. But this was the second time in one class.

At the start of the div the teacher was late to class. This was the only class that Max took without any of his friends, so his mind started to wander. He was thinking about Brill in swimming. Naked. Max had already been milked three times that morning, but daydreaming about Brill was enough to get him hard again. The harvester, ever thirsty for his seed, and always willing to oblige, detected his excitement and took over. His light turned green as the chip in his head started tricking his body into thinking it was being expertly stimulated.

Max had gotten past the embarrassment of everyone knowing whenever he had a boner and when he was being milked, but he wasn't in the mood to go public today. He was still humiliated and stressed over the public broadcast of his shower masturbation session. The last thing he wanted was to show anyone that he was horny and get them thinking about it again.

He leaned forwards, folded his arms on the desk, and pretended to sleep until the session was over. It didn't matter how stressed he felt, his body couldn't resist the chip's expert stimulation, and today was a particularly good one.

The computer ran a variety of programs to keep the sessions from getting boring. It was programmed with hundreds of pleasuring techniques. Sometimes it would edge a boy, taking him right to the peak of ecstasy then holding him there, other times it would do a gradual build. Sometimes the focus would be exclusively on his glans, other times it would tease multiple erogenous zones. And it was not hampered by the spatial limitations of reality.

Today, Max felt as though tongues were expertly rimming him. It was not a sexual activity that he'd even considered before he joined the harvesting program, but once he'd experienced it, it became a part of his sexual lexicon that he hoped he would experience in the real world.

At the same time, he felt as though his balls were being sucked, gently tugged in a warm mouth. And if that wasn't enough, he felt the sensation of a hot mouth surrounding his glans, with a wet tongue licking its surface.

Max tried to resist showing any public display of his ecstasy, but he couldn't help but squirm just the slightest bit in his chair at the sensations in his asshole.

The program was designed to control his pleasure level. This was standard; levels 1-5,  but even within each level there was a considerable range, and this was on the upper level of that range. Max fought to control his breathing, just as the program controlled his ability to cum. He was destined to go through a full five minutes of pleasure, squirming in slow motion in his seat before it triggered his orgasm. And all around him, his classmates chatted, browsed their pads, or worked, oblivious to the euphoria he was feeling. All but three other boys. They were also being milked.

When the harvester finally released him, Max had to tense his stomach and his vocal chords to avoid crying out as he came. It was a powerful one. Not the desperate, grateful release of a level 10 weekly, but still at the top threshold of a normal.

As the afterglow diminished, he sat up as though rising from a quick nap. His face was flushed and sweaty. A boy a few seats away looked him directly in the face. The kid had a weird look on his face. Max tried to read the kid's expression. The kid grinned and Max felt suddenly embarrassed. Had he groaned or made some outward sign, or was the kid thinking about the voyeur video of Max that had been anonymously sent to every single student in the school? Max looked away self conscious, and he was relieved when the teacher arrived in class a few seconds later and started the lesson.

His second milking started towards the middle of the div, just twenty minutes after the first. They weren't supposed to occur that close together. True, the harvesters would respond to a boy's horniness by initiating a milking cycle, but if he was not feeling aroused, then the program was not meant to activate one of the daily sessions this close to a previous one. Well, correction, in the case of a mutt like Troye, who had deliberately ramped HIMSELF up to 27 harvestings per day, he was more or less guaranteed to be milked every 30 minutes. But for Max, notwithstanding moments of occasional horniness, he would not expect to be milked much more than once every couple of hours.

Max was most certainly NOT feeling aroused. He was still in the pleasant afterglow of his earlier powerful orgasm. Without the physical activity needed to achieve an orgasm that accompanied an orgasm in the real world, either via masturbation or sex, Max experienced none of the post orgasmic exhaustion that he would sometimes otherwise have felt, but his genitals still had to go through the physical process of orgasm, and now they hung limp, pleasantly worn out, in a harvesting station on planet 1RXS1609 b.

Then Max felt something that seemed out of place. It felt like a hand lifting his flaccid dick. He was working on his pad at the time, but he stopped to concentrate on the sensation. His cock was being lifted, stroked now by a second hand. Max was perplexed. This was not the kind of program that the harvester usually ran. It was the second time that he had experienced something like this. He reached down and pulled the front of his EV suit away from his body. He could only move it a small distance, but the hand gripped him by the balls and pulled back, squeezing him gently as though warning him to just let it happen. Max felt sick, certain now that there was an actual intelligence at work, and a real person on the other end.

It felt as though someone was stroking his cock. Max did not find the sensation arousing, he found it incredibly disturbing.

Here he was, sitting in class, but thanks to portal technology, his genitals dangled in a harvesting station millions of light years away. And it felt like he was being groped.

The hand stopped stroking, and was replaced by a tongue on his glans, hot and wet, licking him with unhurried strokes. In spite of his apprehension, Max's body started to respond, and the moment it did, the chip in his head kicked in and started to add to the arousal, simulating far more expert fellatio than the licking that had triggered the program. But underlying it all, Max couldn't avoid the feeling that there was a real person on the other end touching him, and it was making his skin crawl.

Five minutes later, he came again, and then his genitals were left alone, unmolested. But it worried him deeply; another thing to play on his mind.

Five minutes before the period ended, Max received a vid on his pad that gave him something to look forwards to. Brill was leaning forwards and whispering, obviously in class somewhere else. The camera was pointing upwards from beneath his chin via a pad that was clearly sitting on a desk, just as Max's was. He said, "Hey Max, we're going to Central tomorrow. Wanna come?"

Max looked down at his pad, grinned broadly and gave a thumbs up.

"By the way Max," Brill said, "I can see right up your nose!"

Max's laughter was enough to attract the attention of the whole class. He sat blushing but smirking as a laughing Brill winked and hung up.

[15 cm] above the roads. All of the roads in and around major cities had coils embedded beneath them, and a combination of solar and geo-thermal power provided virtually free transport.

Although it was morning, it was dark out. The planet's 54 hour rotation meant that its days and nights did not match human sleep cycles. Although it was day according to everyone's body clocks, it was night. The natives of Herschel Majoris but to Max it was still a novelty.

"I can't get used to it still being dark in the middle of the day."

"Oh yeah, on Earth your days match the lights and darks," Bryan said.

"That must be weird," Kane said, daring to involve himself in the conversation.

"Nah not really, it's kinda nice," Max said, suddenly homesick.

Brill moved walked over and draped him arm around Max's neck, giving him a friendly hug.

Each member of the group swiped their vones over a Twister to register their rental. As they did so, each Twister lit up and rose silently from the ground. The group put on helmets. It was Max's first time riding one, but the Twisters were virtually uncrashable. Sam mounted his vehicle and spoke his destination into his Twister.

"Central, Samon's park."

Troye mounted and said, "Follow Twister 6428."

Max saw the number on the side of Sam's Twister.

The others mounted theirs and gave the same command, so Max followed suit. When everybody was aboard, Sam turned.

"Everyone ready?"

They all nodded.

Sam spoke to his vehicle again.

"Drive, engage."

His Twister started moving slowly at first, and the others formed an orderly line behind. It turned towards the city and hovered away, rapidly picking up speed.

Fifteen minutes later, they all arrived at Samon's park. It was a Twister bay. They pulled over and dismounted their vehicles.

"Won't anyone steal them?" Max asked Bryan.

"Nah, they're locked to our accounts until we release them. Nobody can take them."

"But what if someone just comes along and puts them on the back of a cargo?" Max persisted.

"Not likely. There's sec-cams everywhere."

Bryan nodded to a camera looking down on the Twister bay.

"And even if someone WAS dumb enough, the Twisters are locked. Go on, try and push mine over."

Max gave Bryan's Twister a slow, firm shove. He couldn't move it a millimetre.

"Magnetised," Bryan explained. "The polarity is reversed when you park them."

Max grinned, impressed.

"Let's go to the holocade first," Troye suggested.

Although nobody had said anything, there was an unspoken feeling that this trip was partly therapy for him, returning to the city with backup so that he would not be vulnerable to another EV jacking.

"Good idea," Sam concurred.

"Yeah," Kane agreed glancing at Sam.

They walked through Samon park on their way to the holocade and Max was surprised to see among the various people enjoying the park, there were several vagrants. That was not unusual, even though the human race had advanced to the stage where it could now colonise distant stars, there were always people who chose to drop out, or who were ill equipped to cope with modern life. But there was something that particularly struck Max as odd.

"Hey Bry," he said in a low voice just after they passed one, "why are those outs wearing EV suits?"

"Outs?" Bryan repeated, puzzled by the word.

"Outcasts," Max whispered quietly, discretely nodding at the man they had just passed. He was in his late 20s, dishevelled, unshaven, lying against a tree with his eyes closed.

"Oh them? They're EV addicts. You know, they're addicted to EV suits. Some guys refuse to take them off when they hit 21, and the Expansion Bureau is not gonna force them. Some people get so addicted to it that they just can't get used to not wearing a suit. That's what I keep telling this knucklehead."

He punched Troye in the shoulder.

"Hey!" Troye yelped, jumping away. "You'll be the sad one when I finally get out of this EV and I'm surrounded by ladies and I can go all night!"

"Yeah alright," Sam teased, "You'll be going all night. On your own."

Kane laughed at Sam's joke. His voice cracked and he looked self conscious as Sam turned to look at him. Sam's brow furrowed just the slightest, then he bestowed the kid a grin and a wink. Watching the way that the younger teen hung on Sam's every word, Max realised that Kane really looked up to his roommate.

Max noticed that the man by the tree was slowly writhing on the floor.

"That's kind of sad," Max said. "So they're gonna spend their whole lives like that, never having sex with real people."

"I dunno, yeah, maybe," Sam said.

Max moved closer to Brill. They were walking shoulder to shoulder at the back of the group. Max let his hand brush against Brill's. Brill looked at him and smiled sweetly. Max felt the rush of an emotion he only felt when he was near Brill. He smiled back and they continued walking.

Chapter 16
War Games

The group left the park and found themselves on a quiet street. There was a strange incongruity between the number and scale of the buildings, and how few people were actually on the street.

"Wow, it's pretty quiet," Max observed.

"Only 'cause everyone's at work," Bryan replied. "Anyway this is the commercial district. Mostly offices."

"People still come to work in offices?" Max asked. "Why don't they just work from their doms?"

"A lot of people prefer to be near their companies or they like to get out of their doms for a few hours each day I guess. Also not every dom has the tech. You know, especially if they're off-world portal shipping or doing stuff like that."

"Oh yeah, makes sense," Max agreed.

The boys continued walking to the end of the street, then they turned into a smaller connecting street. It was lined with bars, cram stations, and small grocery stores; the usual mixture that could be found in any large city near the business district.

"I'm gonna get something to eat," Kane announced. "Can I get anyone else something?"

"Naw man," Sam replied. "We can pay for our own, Save your tokes, you might need them later."

"It's okay, I've got 600."

He was clearly trying to impress the older boys.

"Naw, we're good," Sam persisted.

Max smiled to himself. It was touching the way that Sam was watching out for the younger boy.

They walked up to a cram station. There were a row of stools along a covered bar. Behind the bar on the wall was a menu. Kane walked up to the bar, not sitting, and the vendor running the place approached.

"What can I get you Duke?"

Brill leaned towards Brill so that the vendor could not hear.

"Duke?"

"He's just being polite," Brill replied.

Kane placed his order.

"I'll have a green burger, high fibre, toasted bun please."

"Flavour?"

"Ummm, steak please."

The vendor turned and pulled a bun from a bag, and placed two halves into a toaster. They were toasted in just a few seconds. He placed the lower half of the bun onto a paper wrap then lowered a food synthesiser head over it. The head moved in a circle from inside to out, spraying the synthetic green meat, ready cooked onto the bun.

They had industrial food synthesisers at school but Max never went to the kitchens to watch them in operation. There was something mildly satisfying about watching the synthesiser creating the food in real time, reorganising the molecules from a neutral food paste stored somewhere inside.

When the synthesiser was finished, the man topped it with a wrinkle blue leaf and slices of a purple vegetable, then put the other half of the bun on the burger and wrapped it.

"3 tokens please."

Kane waved his wrist over a glass sensing plate. It beeped, and he pressed his palm to it to confirm the transaction.

One by one, each of the other boys also placed an order, and when they were done, they walked down the street munching their food.

"So what holo we gonna play sibs?" Troye asked.

It's nice to see him getting into things again, Max thought.

Brill brushed his hand and softly said, "Yeah."

He smiled with a nod. Max looked at Brill his brow furrowed and Brill gave him a wink and a smile.

Max was rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was something weird about Brill; that the boy could read his thoughts. It was more than the sympatico of two close friends, where one would start a sentence and the other would finish it. He looked Brill in the face, scrutinising him like a policeman looking for a lie. Brill stared back, putting on a mock serious expression, allowing Max to interrogate his features. Max stared for ten seconds that seemed like far more. Then Brill couldn't hold his serious face any longer. He spluttered into a laugh, and his brown eyes lit up. Max grinned at him. Weird or not, Brill was a beautiful guy. Max had never felt so connected to anyone.

"I dunno, Xenomorph, Zero G tag?" Bryan offered.

"Can't play Xenomorph, Kane's not old enough," Sam said.

Kane shuffled, embarrassed to be reminded about the slight age gap between them.

"Sorry guys."

"Nah, not your fault sib. Next year we can play. I'll go with you."

Sam wrapped an arm around Kane's shoulder to let him know he was not an inconvenience, and Kane gave an awkward but happy smile.

"Tell you what," Bryan said, "why don't you choose Troye?"

Troye looked at the others to make sure they were happy with Bryan's offer.

"Yeah good idea," Max added nodding.

"Okay, well how about Asteroid Racer? That can be fun with a group."

"Yeah, I've not played that before," Sam said, "I wanted to try it out."

"I'm good with whatever," Brill added.

Kane and Max nodded their agreement.

The street opened out into a much wider one: the main shopping precinct. No vehicles were allowed. Max had been to many cities and each had its own unique flavour. Most of the ones on Earth had grown organically over decades or even centuries, and were a mixture of older, even historic architecture, and modern technology. Out here in the colonies, entire cities could be fabricated in less than a year, so everything about the design was much more consistent and modern.

Here in Central, every store and building was fronted entirely in glass, but unlike the garish Blade-Runneresque eyesore of places like Tokyo, New York and Hong Kong, with their 100 foot tall holographic animations and unregulated billboards, Central seemed much more restrained. Signage was small, adverts minimal, and the stores were not engaged in a "who can hurt your eyes the most" competition.

In contrast to the commercial district and the quiet street that served it, this one was bustling with people: tourists, day trippers, off-worlders, leets; all meandering around as they shopped and took in the sights of the city.

The boys ambled down the street towards the eastern end, where the stores thinned and were replaced instead with restaurants, theatres, and rec centres. Troye lead the group to a building with an animated sign that read "Holo-ventures".

They went inside and Troye approached the main reception desk. A woman greeted him with a smile. He smiled back.

"Five for Asteroid Racer please."

"Certainly, that'll be 150 tokens. Would you like to pay individually or all at once?"

Troye turned to the group.

"Hey sibs, I'll get this but you can cred me later okay?"

They all nodded their agreement and Troye offered his Vone for the woman to scan. He thumb-printed his approval on the desk scanner.

"Thank you. A bay should be available in about 30 minutes. You can come back – I'll comm you when it's ready, or you can wait around."

Troye turned to the others to get their input.

"Go and come back or…"

"Wait," Sam said.

"Yeah might as well stick around," Max added.

Troye looked back at the woman.

"Thanks, we'll wait."

"Okay, well you can get your medical scans done now then. Save time when you're ready to start."

"Medical scans?" Max queried Sam.

"Yeah, it's only 30 seconds. Just make sure you're not gonna have a heart attack or anything while you play. Nothing to worry about."

25 minutes later all five boys waited in one of the numerous holographic projection bays waiting for the game to begin. Each of them was wearing a one piece orange jump suit and a full face helmet with visor and headset radio.

Five sleek solo spacecraft materialised and a voice said, "Please board your vehicles."

"Yeah, here we go sibs. Gonna leave you in the dust!"

Troye was really getting into it now.

"Nuh uh," Kane replied, gaining confidence around the guys now. "Get ready to lose Troye. You're gonna be crying in a minute!"

"Oh rrrreally? 5 tokes says I beat you to the moon first race!"

"You're on!"

The others listened to the exchange over the headsets smiling. It was great to see Troye regaining his old enthusiasm.

The boys boarded the ships, each of which was just 15 feet long. Max looked down at the dashboard, it looked complicated, with lights and readouts and dials, but there were just three user controls; a steering wheel, an accelerator pedal and a brake lever. As he sat down, a safety harness swung slowly down pinning him gently to the seat, then a transparent hood lowered sealing him into the cockpit. He looked side to side at the other drivers. Brill was to one side and Kane to the other. He was excited. It was his first time in a holo.

The computer voice came through his headset.

"Racers please be ready. First one to the moon wins. Race begins in 10… 9…"

The drab metal of the warehouse disappeared and was replaced by an asteroid field. The asteroids ranged from the size of a twister, to larger than a building. They tumbled slowly, spread wide apart so that the flyers could navigate them easily.

"8… 7…"

Suddenly it felt as though Max's craft was no longer standing on the ground, and his body felt much lighter.

"6… "

"This feel incredible," Max said.

"Just take it easy to start. These things are harder to control than you think."

"Ahh taking it easy is for simps!" Troye said.

"3…"

"See you at the finish line valves!" Troye shouted.

"2… 1…"

"Whooooo hooooo!"

Troyed was amped up now.

"Begin!"

Max pushed his accelerator gently. The ship leapt forwards with alarming speed, and immediately started to drift sideways like a car in a power slide.

"Roll the handle towards you Max," Sam said.

Max turned the handle and the ship started to bank.

"No don't turn it, lift it," Sam said patiently, hanging back to make sure Max got started alright.

Max pulled on the handle and discovered it was pivoted in the middle. Lateral thrusters fired at the rear of the ship countering the drift. His nose started to straighten, and he turned the handle gently back, banking like a water skiier carving a lake.

"Niiice," Brill said to his side.

Max turned and saw him nearby and smiled at him. It made him feel so happy to be around Brill.

Brill smiled back warmly.

Troye and Kane had not started so timidly. Troye floored the accelerator.

Kane went with him. They both immediately started drifting towards each other, their trajectories converging. Force fields around each speeder engaged, bouncing the ships apart.

"See ya later losers!" Troye shouted.

Then he flew off at mach 50.

Straight…

into…

an asteroid.

He screamed. There was an explosion. He was still screaming a second later as the holo imager returned his craft to the starting line.

When he brought his screaming under control, the only sound over the headset was the raucous laughter of the other four boys.

"Oh do be careful Troye," Kane said with fake concern.

Sam laughed. He was glad the guys were getting along with Kane. He found the kid pretty hot and he was happy that they were comfortable around him. He thought they might find it weird that he'd brought a younger kid but they seemed totally cool with it.

Max was starting to get a hang of the controls now.

"See you at the finish line Max," Brill said, and sped off into the distance.

One hour and ten races later, the simulation ended. The score was 4 to Kane, 2 to Sam, 2 to Brill and 1 each to Bryan and Max.

"What's up Troye," Bryan taunted as they changed out of their jump suits, "I thought you were this great racer?"

"I am, but uh, I think they must have put a restrictor on my ship. They do that with the good drivers to give everyone else a chance."

"Oh reeeally, 'cause it looked to me like you spent more time crashing into asteroids than flying around them."

"Yeah, you do know you have to steer right?" Kane added with a grin.

"I'll steer right. I'll steer my foot right up your butt you cheeky…"

Troye did a hopping kick towards Kane's bottom, and Kane leapt out of the way laughing.

The boys dressed and left Holo-venture still teasing Troye whilst he took their ribbing in good humour. Then suddenly he stopped in his tracks. Sam almost walked into the back of him.

"Wazzup Troye?"

Bryan turned to his friend. All humour was gone from his face and he was looking intensely across the wide pedestrian street.

Troye didn't answer. Sam shook his shoulder.

"Hey sib, you okay, what's up?"

"That's them," Troye said, "They're the ones that jacked me. Some of them at least."

The others turned to follow his gaze. Across the street were six boys near a wall. They were playing with hoops, two foot circular, single wheeled gyro vehicles that you rode like a cross between inline skates and a skateboard.

"Let's beat the shit out of them," Bryan said, instantly angry for the way they had treated his best friend and roommate.

"How are we gonna do that?" Troye asked. "As soon as we start we'll just get Max stimmed, and then they're gonna steal the rest of our stuff."

He was referring to implant in their brains that was installed as part of the harvesting program. It was also used to prevent violence. As soon as the implants detected the change of serotonin and adrenalin levels, they induced a Max Stim cycle – equivalent to a level 15 milking. The arousal level of a Max Stim was so intense that a victim could only squirm on the floor, incapacitated as he experienced orgasm after orgasm and every one of his erogenous zones were teased to their ultimate limit.

"I don't think so. They're hardly gonna rob us here on main with all these sec cams about," Sam said.

"True but I don't wanna be rolling around on the floor till the calmers get here."

"So what do you wanna do Troye?" Sam asked.

"Let's just comm sec. They can come deal with them."

"Yeah, good idea," Brill said.

At that moment, one of the teenagers in the other group looked right at them. He paused for a moment then spoke to one of his colleagues. The other boy looked right at them. A slow grin spread across his face. He said something and the remaining boys looked over. Then they picked up their hoops and walked over grinning as they came.

"Why aren't they wearing EV suits?" Kane asked Sam.

"Dunno. Off worlders. Sovcits maybe."

Troye turned to Bryan.

"Stay calm sib, stay calm."

Bryan's expression was angry and he was breathing heavily.

The other group arrived and one of them stepped forwards half a pace from the others. He looked like he was in his very late teens

"Well well, if it isn't string dick. How ya doing kid? Thanks for the EV suit. Made us 100 tokes. The pad was nice too. Had to disable the locator, but it made me another 50."

Troye glared at him.

"Fucking spreader," he said with an expression like thunder. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Really? What are you and the girls gonna do, fall asleep for us?"

Bryan stepped up.

"If I had my way, I'd be stamping your fucking faces into the sidewalk."

Max stepped forwards as well – two flanks, making it clear that Troye was not alone. Brill touched his dangling hand, not so much to stop him as to let him know he was there too.

The leader of the other side turned to him.

"Oh what are you and your boyfriend gonna do petal, kiss us to death?"

He glanced at Brill. Behind him his boys sniggered.

"He's not my…"

Max stopped himself but he knew he'd already betrayed Brill. He felt a tangible wave of emotion from Brill and the boy's hand dropped away from his own.

Max kept his eye on the other group, but he felt sickened at the way he'd denied Brill simply to save face with a thug he didn't even know.

The other boy returned his attention to Troye.

"So come on, what you gonna about string dick."

The insult referred to Troye's penis, which was 10 inches [25 cm] long as a result of all the times he was milked each day – 27 at last count.

He moved close, nose to nose, to show how little he considered Troye a threat.

"Well?"

He shoved Troye's chest, Troye staggered backwards a step but never took his eyes off the thug.

Behind the bully, his posse watched with amusement.

"WELL?!"

The guy reached out to shove Troye a second time. He never made it. Bryan moved with incredible speed for a person his size, and suddenly the other boy's head was whipping away from a punch to the jaw that could have dropped a rectyne monopod. He fell to the floor in a graceful spiral without so much as uttering a mutter of surprise.

For a second, all nine remaining boys except Bryan were frozen in a tableau of surprise looking at the heap of the teenager who lay in an undignified heap on the floor. Then Bryan turned to the others and bellowed at them.

"Come on then? What are you fucking waiting for? Don't you like it when the odds are even?"

Two from the other side charged forwards to take up the challenge. It was clear that one of them were related to the teenager snoozing on the cement. They dived at Bryan. He staggered back under their weight, but Troye immediately jumped in to even the numbers. Another boy stepped forwards less certainly, and Max moved forwards to intercept him. He shoved the boy, and then a voice bellowed in his head.

"Look out Max!"

He turned just in time to see a fifth boy swinging at him. Brill rushed between them, and the other boy's punch caught Brill on the temple, knocking him to the floor. Sam suddenly entered the fray from nowhere with a flying kick that landed on the fifth boy's chest, launching him backwards out of the altercation and eight feet across the sidewalk.

The two boys on Bryan were the eldest of the group, and in spite of Troye's assistance, they were getting the better of the exchange. Kane jumped onto the back of one of them and caught a reverse head-butt to the face for his trouble, instantly breaking his nose. In spite of the pain, he clung on for dear life, weighing the other boy down so that he was less able to attack Bryan.

Neither Kane nor Troye were natural fighters but they were gamely trying to give Bryan a chance. Troye rushed up and punched ineffectually at the face of the boy that Kane was clinging to. The boy batted the punch away effortlessly and rewarded the effort with kick to the groin. It landed hard. Troye stared at him stone faced.

"EV suit manj. No nuts to kick."

He returned the kick with interest. His attacker was not so fortunate and Troye's booted foot sank deep into the boy's nuts. A look of alarm appeared on his face, and the boy strained to remain standing. Troye kicked him again and the kid looked like he was gonna be sick, then he crumpled to his knees, then to his face. Kane fell off with an unintended forward roll, then stood up and immediately looked to see if Sam needed help, paying no heed to his own pain.

Max was tussling the fourth kid. He was not good at striking, but he'd picked up some wrestling skills. He did a double leg takedown and slammed the kid on his back, knocking the wind out of him.

"No!" Bryan bellowed and for a moment all eyes turned to him.

For a moment the problem was not obvious. Kane's intervention had enabled him to get the better of the remaining boy, and he had staggered the kid backwards with a fierce volley of hook punches.

But now it was Bryan that looked pained. He fell to the pavement, and momentarily hunched, then he started squirming. Max realised what was happening. He felt the tingling of a Max Stim, then he too was writhing on the sidewalk as he felt his body being drowned under a surge of erotic excitement. He was breathless at the force of it, totally incapacitated, squirming on the sidewalk like a worm after a heavy rain.

Kane fell next, then Sam. The boy who had been launched out of the fight was still well out of it, as was the boy that Troye had kicked, and it would be 36 hours before the leader even regained consciousness. But Bryan's remaining attacker was hazily staggering back to take advantage, and the fourth and sixth boys were also moving in.

"NO!"

It was Brill. He had clambered back to his feet.

"Stay back!"

The attackers turned to him, and the blood drained from their faces. His brown eyes were glowing, gold around the irises, like there was an explosion going on behind them.

"Back off!"

The elder boy was already battered by Bryan, but he had a fighter's spirit. He tried to ignore the commands but he was almost paralysed. His veins felt as though they had turned to ice. He couldn't find the resolve to move forwards. Brill shuffled sidewards, positioning himself between the remaining gang members and his friends. He crouched low, like a cat ready to spring, holding the attackers with his gaze.

They started to back off, then they looked past him to something behind. They were 15 feet away so Brill chanced a look. Four calmers were rapidly approaching.

On the floor Sam, Bryan, Troye, Max and Kane were all squirming, legs spread wide, moaning, lost in a world of ecstasy.

The first calmer to arrive looked at the remaining attackers.

"Don't move. Sit on the floor with your hands on your head."

Two of them complied but the one that had assaulted Bryan tried to run for it. He didn't make it five paces before he was felled with a blast from the calmer's neuraliser that momentarily scrambled his brain and robbed him of all ability to think consciously. Another calmer rushed over and secured the boy's arms behind his back with autocuffs.

The other calmers cuffed all the remaining boys who were not squirming on the floor, including Brill. Then the head calmer ran a scanner over Kane. He pressed a couple of buttons and the Max Stim ceased. The man cuffed Kane, then proceeded to cancel the other three, cuffing them one at a time as well.

Max stood slowly. He had experienced a continuous four minute orgasm and he was weak as a kitten. His legs were trembling.

A sec team arrived, and between them and the calmers they escorted both groups away from the pedestrian area to a road beyond, where a transporter was waiting to take them to the sec station.

When they arrived, medics examined the boys. The unconscious leader of the gang was taken away to the adjoining hospital on a gurney. Kane and the boy that Troye had kicked were walked out, escorted by a sec officer. The remaining boys on both sides stayed at the sec station to be interviewed about the cause of the fight.

Two hours later, Bryan and his friends stood outside the sec station. Their statements were corroborated with the sec cam footage and a quick call to the school confirmed that Troye had indeed been recently EV jacked.

A sec officer came out of the hospital and Kane was with him. The boy had panda eyes, bruised from the head butt, and his nose was taped to stabilise the broken bone. The officer wished Kane well and walked into the sec station, leaving Kane to rejoin his friends. The moment the officer was out of the way, the boys cheered and moved up to welcome him back. He grinned self consciously, only too happy to be the hero as they huddled around and made a fuss of him.

"Hey Kane," Bryan said, "Thanks for the help. But next time, put your head to the side."

Kane looked sheepish.

"Well that's obvious NOW. But thanks for the advice Bry."

The guys laughed at Kane's joke and Bryan smiled at him and mussed the kid's hair up. Sam was particularly proud of the kid's bravery. He walked up and draped an arm around Kane's shoulder.

"You okay li'l sib?"

"Sure, I'm pacing. Everyone else okay?"

He looked around.

"Yeah we're all fine thanks. Although I know at least one guy who's gonna have nuts the size of apples for a while, huh Troye?"

Troye grinned.

"Hey, he kicked me first!"

" Soooo," Kane said with a glint in his eye, "What're we doing next?"

Chapter 17
Now or never

"I dunno about you guys, but I'm hungry again," Sam said.

"Yeah me too," Kane agreed.

Max grinned to himself. It was cute the way the younger boy agreed with almost anything Sam said. It was clear that he idolised Max's room-mate.

"Why don't we go see a movie?" Troye offered. "We can eat before we go in." "Yeah, good idea," Sam agreed.

"What about EV Cave?" Troye suggested.

Bryan laughed.

"Dude, we just got Max Stimmed two hours ago. You can't be horny already?" "Horny?" Max said.

"Dude I'm ALWAYS horny!" Troye said.

It was heartening to hear. Since he was EV jacked several months ago, Troye was NOT always horny. In fact he hadn't even had to wear an EV suit for weeks afterwards. Prior to the incident, it's true that he had deliberately ramped himself so that he was being milked 29 a day in an effort to ensure that he had a massive penis by the age of 21 when they no longer had to wear EV suits.

Bryan smiled.

"Great to hear it dude!"

He didn't feel the need to point out that Troye had largely lost his sex drive since being mugged.

Getting even with his attackers seemed like just the therapy he needed.

Bryan grabbed Troye around the neck, pulled his head down and noogied his friend's skull.

"Ha, ha, ha!" Troye laughed making no effort to escape. "Back off. I gotta stay cute for the ladies!"

Bryan held onto his friend, play wrestling affectionately. Then Troye brought a hand up from behind reaching between Bryan's legs and grabbed the front of Bryan's EV suit where his nuts would be if they were not suspended millions of miles away in a harvesting station.

Although his nuts were safe, Bryan's reaction was instinctual and he jumped, startled, lifting his groin away from the danger, releasing Troye as he did so.

"Ha ha, he got you good Bry!" Sam said. Bryan grinned at Troye.

"So, are we gonna eat?" Troye asked.

He looked around to get the group's approval. Almost everyone nodded enthusiastically. Brill gave a half-hearted nod.

Troye missed the boy's lack of enthusiasm. "Great!"

The boys walked to main and rode a snake to the other end. Snakes were used in some large urban districts. They were long maglev transportation devices that operated on similar technology as the solo Twisters the boys had ridden to the city on. They were essentially long platforms that floated up and down the street in a continuous circle moving at walking pace. On the platform were seats, and anyone could climb aboard and take a break whilst they were transported to somewhere reasonably local.

They got off the snake and walked into a side street. Just a short distance along, they came to a large building with a bright sign that read "EV Cave". On the street opposite was a friendly looking family restaurant. The boys walked in and sat at a large table. A server took their order and they ate a light meal.

As they got up and crossed the street to the EV Cave, Brill said, "Hey guys, look I don't think I'm gonna join you. I'm just gonna do some shopping and hook up with you later. Vone me when you're done."

The boys turned and looked at him.

"Oh come on sib, we've spent the day together, be dank to split up now," Troye said. "It's cool. I'll be okay."

Brill glanced at Max. Sam and Max both caught the gesture. When they first arrived in Central Max and Brill had been hanging behind the group, touching hands, but then they were attacked, in a moment of irrational gay panic, Max had denied their relationship. Brill said nothing but it was clear that he was hurt but the denial.

Sam tried to make it easy for Brill.

"Hey Troye, if Brill has to get some stuff, we can pick him up on the way home." "Oh come on, that's not right. What's wr…"

Max interrupted.

"Brill, I'm really sorry what I said back there to that guy. Please come in with us. We'd… I'd really like it if you would."

Brill looked at Max, weighing him up. Max looked genuine and contrite.

"Are you sure Max. I wouldn't wanna go where I wasn't wanted, or make you uncomfortable." "You ARE wanted Brill. I'm just not used to this… situation."

Troye spoke up with his usual lack of subtlety.

"Oh for fuck sake Max, you're hot for Brill. He's green for you. What's the fucking problem sib?!"

He shoved Max hard towards Brill and Brill caught Max before they headbutted each other. Max

looked sheepish. He looked into Brill's beautiful brown eyes.

"I guess he's right," Max said, finally admitting his feelings out loud.

Brill grinned at him.

"Finally!"

He hugged Max and Max returned the hug.

"Oh no, please stop," Troye said in a girly voice, theatrically wiping away a non-existent tear "I think I'm gonna cry!"

Bryan playfully hit his friend upside the head.

"Will you please shut the eff up Troye, you fucking simp!"

Everyone grinned and they walked into the EV Cave, Max and Brill holding hands.

Bryan walked up to the booth.

"Okay, what you wanna watch guys?"

Max looked up at the huge screen that showed the six movies that were playing. Four of them looked like they focussed on teen protagonists: "Beach party", "Stowaway", "Camp", and "Invaders." The other two featured adults and looked pretty dull.

"Beach party looks pacing," Troye said. "I like the look of Stowaway," Brill said.

"I don't know anything about them but Beach party looks cool," Max added.

"Are you sure?" Bryan asked. "I mean, don't you wanna watch Stowaway with Brill?" "I'll watch whatever everyone else wants to watch. I'm easy," Max said.

Troyed frowned.

"You've never been to an EV theatre before have you Max?"

Max sensed that there was something going on that he was missing.

"No, what's deal?"

"They're not normal movies. They're porn for kids. You watch them, maybe with someone you like,

you make out, and you get milked a couple times."

"Ohhh," Max said, as a lightbulb went on.

"Yeah," Sam added, "So you don't really want to watch the kind of porn that doesn't interest you, if you know what I mean. The stuff with just guys is on the green screens, the guy girl stuff is on the purple. See the triangles in the corner of the screens?"

Stowaway was on a green screen. Beach party was on a purple.

"Ahhh, I get it now."

Max turned to Brill.

"So you wanna watch a green movie?"

It was not an invitation so much as a request for clarification. Brill raised his eyebrows.

"Well duh!"

Max grinned then laughed.

"Oh yeah. Me too then."

"I'll watch beach party with you guys," Sam said, assuming that Bryan would also watch the heterosexual movie with them. "You're coming right Kane?"

Kane looked awkward. He blushed and shrugged.

"Actually, I was hoping to watch Stowaway as well." He hesitated. "Do you…"

Sam grinned.

"Sure I don't mind watching that with you Kane."

The younger boy beamed at him.

Bryan bought the tickets and they waited for the programs to start. They all lasted 30 minutes and were timed to start and end at the same time. As they waited, Max looked around the lounge area. He noticed a sign that piqued his curiosity.

"Hey Bry, what's this about EV hire?" "What about it?"

Max frowned.

"Well what is it?"

"Just what it says man. People can hire EV suits. Their dicks go through the portals same as ours, and

they get harvested while they watch, same as us." "But I thought it was the chip in our head as well?"

"Yeah it is," Sam chimed in. "They sit in special seats with transmitters on. The transmitters work

more or less the same as our implants." "Oh wow, that's pretty clever."

The doors opened and the audience from the last six shows all exited into the foyer. Most looked happy and relaxed. Max was surprised to note that they were of all ages.

"Adults too?"

"Sure why not?" Sam answered.

The boys walked towards their respective movie screens.

"Enjoy the show," Troye said with a leer.

As they passed through the doors to their theatre, Max noticed a sign above the door.

"Please keep your penis in your pants. Anyone caught masturbating or exposing himself will be reported to sec."

The movie theatre was split into two halves left and right.

"Where you wanna sit, front or back?" Brill asked. "Back I guess," Max answered.

"You don't mind if we join you do you?" Sam asked. "Nah of course not," Brill said.

Sam turned to the right.

"Not that side," Brill said, steering him to the left. "Why not?"

"Adults that side. You don't really wanna sit with them. Some of them can be kind of creepy. They're

not allowed on our side."

Max looked to the left. It was all teenage boys and they were all wearing EV suits. He followed Brill as he led them to the back row. Brill walked along the line of chairs until he was in the middle, then he sat and Max sat next to him. Kane sat next to Max, with Sam on the far end.

"Have you been to one of these before Kane?" Sam asked. "Yeah. One."

"Who did you go with?"

"Um, with Maden, you know that accelerated kid." "Wow, he's pretty young. Did he enjoy it?"

"He's only a year younger than me. He enjoyed it plenty. He's a dirty fuck." "What about you? How many greens?"

"Yeah it was ok. Just one. I guess. Maybe I wasn't really… mature enough for it then. It was the year before last."

Kane looked bashful at the admission. Sam grinned. "You seemed mature enough with me last month!" Kane grinned.

"I guess my cream factory has started working since last time I came here," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, it sure has."

Sam leaned past him and spoke to Max.

"He squirted half way across the room!"

Max wasn't entirely sure what the expression was that appeared on Kane's face, but if he had to bet,

it was an ambivalent mixture of embarrassment and pride.

"Hey Max, mind if I lower the arm rest?" Brill asked. Max looked down at the arm rest then back at Brill. "No, sure, go ahead."

Brill pressed a button at the base of the arm rest where it joined the backrest, and the arm rest slid silently down into base. The padded top formed a narrow seat, connecting Max and Brill's chairs together. Brill lifted his arm, inviting Max to scotch over. Max looked at the invitation then smiled and he moved in, wrapping his arm around Brill's waist. They rested their heads together.

"Wanna cuddle?" Sam offered.

Kane nodded happily.

Sam lowered the arm rest and Kane moved close. Kane leaned his head on Sam's shoulder and Sam rested his head on the top of Kane's.

Then the lights dimmed and the movie began.

It was a story about two teenaged boys who had stowed away on a space freighter as it flew to a neighbouring planet. The two boys hid in the cargo bay, sneaking out only to use the food dispensers and showers. During the course of the three-month voyage, as they tried to avoid the crew, they discovered that they had feelings for each other. These grew into affection, and then shared masturbation, and finally sexual intercourse.

As porn movies go, it was remarkably well made. It spent the first 10 minutes explaining the back story, but from that point on, the story was regularly interspersed with regular sexual moments: one teen masturbating in a crewman's shower, the other watching the first one getting changed, the two of them accessing pornography on a pad one of them had brought, and so on. The acting was excellent, which was hardly surprising as the actors were all computer generated based on some of the best teen actors in the quadrant.

Max snuggled against Brill and Brill turned and kissed him lightly on the cheek before returning to the movie. A cautious first date. They watched until the first sexual scene. Max noticed that Kane's light turned green immediately. The boy glanced over at him as the milking program was activated. He smiled sheepishly at Max as the green light betrayed how little it took to get him excited. Then he returned his attention to the screen hugging Sam closer with just the tiniest trace of a grin on his face.

At first it seemed odd to Max that Sam would engage in masturbation with Kane when he was clearly a year or two older than the boy. But now, seeing Kane happily snuggled up against Sam's shoulder, it seemed natural. Max couldn't help but imagine Kane's boner twitching in some distant warehouse as the implant in the boy's head stimulated him.

"Yeah, he's cute," Brill whispered. "He's got a nice dick too."

Max turned to him.

"How do you always do that?" "What?"

"Say what I'm thinking."

Brill frowned.

"Part Herschellian. Thought you knew?" "What do you mean?"

"I'll explain later. Let's watch the movie."

Max turned to the screen and within a couple of minutes, every light in the theatre was green, and 300 men and boys were milked for the future of the human race.

Outside in the foyer they met up with Bryan and Troye again.

"How many?" Troye immediately asked Max. "How many what?"

"Don't be Repbulican with me," Troye grinned, "You know what I mean. How many greens?" "I dunno, I wasn't counting," Max lied.

"I did three," Kane interjected proudly.

"Three? Nice job my man!" Troye said offering a slap tap that Kane happily reciprocated. "So Max, bullshit you weren't counting. How many?"

"Four," he said, cracking into a self-conscious grin as he looked at the floor.

"Same here," Brill admitted. "Three here," Bryan added.

"Yeah me too," Sam said. "What about you Troye?"

Troye curled his fingers into a bear paw shape and looked at his fingernails in a parody of modesty.

"Um, six."

"Six?! Jeez dude, you're gonna get ramped again if you don't take it easy for the rest of the week. Even you can't handle 30 a day. You won't have time for anything else!"

Sam was referring to the harvesting system which was programmed to increase a boy's daily milking frequency any time he regularly became aroused in between his scheduled milkings. It was based on a weekly average, and Troye had already deliberately ramped himself to 29 milkings per day.

Troye smiled.

"I can handle whatever they want to give me. Bring it on!"

He used an exaggerated aggressive TV wrestler voice and made a comical body building power pose, both arms held in front of him forming a near circle with his fists level with his belly button and his shoulders lifted. The pose looked particularly ridiculous on him because he was so very skinny. The others all laughed at his antics as they headed to the snake to catch a ride back to the park where

they'd left their Twisters.

On the ten-minute journey Max sat next to Brill.

In a low voice he asked, "Hey Brill, you said you were part Herschellian. What does that mean?"

Brill smiled.

"One of my ancestors was a Herschellian. It kinda gives me certain abilities." "What kind of abilities?"

"Well, I can tell what someone is thinking for starters. I don't usually tell anyone because it makes people really uncomfortable. I've lost a lot of friends over it."

Max consider the implications.

"Yeah, I guess I can of see why. It's scary to think that you can read my thoughts. Makes me feel kind

of exposed."

Brill smiled at him and took his hands.

"I get that Max, but really it's just like someone who's really good at reading body language."

"I guess so. So what was that thing with the yellow eyes when we were in the fight, was that part of

it too?"

"Oh you saw that huh? I hoped you missed it." "I don't think anyone else noticed."

"That's good. That's kind of the best bit. And the worst depending how you look at it. I can make people do what I tell them to. It's not easy. I have to be really hyped up. And it gives me an evil headache afterwards. People think you can just mind control them any time but it doesn't work like that."

"Wait a minute, did I hear you in my head in the fight? When you warned me about that punch.

Were you mind controlling me then?"

Brill laughed.

"No, not mind control. Telepathy. I just used my mind to speak directly into your brain." "You took a punch for me."

"Yeah, I'm awful at fighting. I hate hurting people."

Max's face split into a huge grin and he kissed Brill on the cheek.

"Thanks Brill. I really appreciate it!"

They returned to the Twisters and clambered on for the short journey back to Friedrich Krupp High. Five minutes into the journey, Max felt a tongue slowly circling his glans. It licked as though it had all the time in the world. In a single afternoon, he'd already experienced a four-minute max stim

orgasm and four regular ones. He wasn't feeling remotely aroused. The tongue continued licking him, and now a hand gripped his testicles, carefully playing with them. Then anther hand started pumping his still flaccid penis.

Max looked at his indicator light. It was still red. That meant that what he was experiencing was not part of the harvesting program. He pulled on the brake and his Twister came to a rapid halt, pulling over to the side of the road.

He could still feel hands and a tongue on his genitals. The others pulled over and Brill was first to reach him. "What's wrong Max?"

"There's DEFINITELY someone playing with my junk!" Max said.

Brill looked at Max's indicator light. It had turned green. The implant had taken over.

Chapter 18
Investigation

Max has increasingly been getting the feeling that someone real is touching his genitals in their portal.

"Ah hello Max come in."

Nurse Janeway stood up from her desk and greeted Max with a smile.

"What can I do for you today?"

"Umm, well, it's kind of weird, but it sometimes feels like someone is, ummm, touching my privates, you know, before the light goes green."

"Touching them? Well you know that the harvesting station automatically cleans you every day, and of course there are collection tubes in your urethra all the time. Not to mention the testicle massagers."

"Yes I know that, but it's not that, it's something different." "Different how?"

"Well, it, err, feels like a person is touching me."

"Oh, well that is conceivable. After all, the harvesting stations ARE monitored by humans. Perhaps the supervisor detected an issue and needed to touch you. How often has it happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe eight, ten times. But's it's not like that. It's not like a doctor touching me. It's… well it's sexual."

"How do you mean sexual?"

"Well, sometimes it's groping my balls. Sometimes it's jacking me off. Yesterday, it felt like a tongue on my do…"

Max stopped himself from using the word "dome". It was the crude vernacular. But he'd never used the proper word for his glans. He didn't know what it even was.

"On the top of my penis," he finished.

His word described the event with less precision than he felt it warranted. It failed to articulate the sensual nature of it.

Nurse Janeway smiled at him.

"It's okay Max, you don't have to speak politely to me. Just use whatever words come naturally to you okay?"

Max smiled gratefully.

"Thanks Miss Janeway. So anyway, it felt like someone was licking all over my dome."

"You understand that the neural implant is designed to simulate the feeling of extremely erotic sexual stimulation don't you Max?"

"Yes, of course. I get that. But this is different?" "How so?"

"Well for starters, it happens BEFORE I go green. Usually, the program turns on, then I…"

He found it very uncomfortable talking bluntly about sex stuff with a middle-aged woman. Janeway waited patiently.

"Normally my light goes green then I get a boner, THEN I can feel all that stuff happening. Or if I was, you know… If I was horny, then I get a boner first, then the program turns on, then I get the feelings. It's never the feelings first. And there's another thing…"

Nurse Janeway was curious.

"What's that Max?"

"It's hard to describe. It just doesn't feel the same. Not as sexy. Not as good. But dirtier somehow. It's making my skin crawl. All I want to do is jump out of my EV suit."

"Oh whatever you do, don't do that Max!" Max thought about Van's punishment.

Janeway had heard of these cases before. A few dozen in the nine years she'd worked at the school. She investigated them all dutifully, but they never amounted to anything.

"You know Max, once in a very rare while, a boy gets what's known as "portal psychosis." "What's that?"

"It's when a boy feels as though he's being touched even though he isn't. It's a kind of hallucination. It sometimes happens with boys who have strong feelings against being part of the harvesting program, perhaps due to their upbringing, or for religious reasons, or simply because they're very shy about their bodies. You were extremely reluctant to wear an EV suit weren't you Max?"

"Well, yes, but that was only because we don't have them on Earth and I'm kind of shy about…" He realised he was describing exactly the kind of boy Janeway had explained was susceptible. "No, no. It's not that. It's real. I'm sure of it."

"Max, the feelings can seem extremely real."

"No, I'm certain it's not just my imagination! Not only that, but yesterday, we got Max Stimmed for ages and…"

He was hesitant to admit the intimate details of his time with Brill.

"And I had four greens soon after. No way I was even interested. I could feel it for a minute or two before my light went green."

"Okay, we'll let's just run a status check on your neural implant on the tiny possibility that it's doing a delayed trigger, stimulating you before it shows green."

Max was absolutely certain that what he was feeling was not part of the program but he knew that he had to allow Nurse Janeway to go through the motions before she could be convinced.

"Okay, what do I have to do?"

"Just sit over here and I can scan your implant. It'll just take a moment."

Janeway indicated the chair that Max had sat in when he was first given the implant against his will. He sat in it hesitantly. She lowered the headset over his head and typed a command.

"Okay, I'll just run a diagnostic."

"It'll take a minute to collate the results. In the meantime, I'll just check the activation latency. We can check the portal cam at the same time."

She swung a 30 inch monitor around where they could both see it. Suddenly a live feed appeared showing Max's flaccid, baby-smooth genitals hanging through its portal on a distant world.

"No-one touching it now see?," the nurse said.

"No, I didn't say there was," Max said, struggling to hide his irritation.

He felt like Nurse Janeway didn't really believe him and she was simply humouring him.

Although Max was not circumcised, his foreskin was permanently retracted to make semen collection easier. There was a narrow tube running from his urethra to the panel his penis was sticking out of.

It was a very strange experience for Max to be looking at his own genitals in real time when they were in a totally different location to them, on an entirely different planet. Max imagined the millions of genitals hanging in columns and rows all around his. He couldn't help but wonder what the ones immediately to each side of his looked like.

"It looks kind of pathetic," Max said ruefully, especially disappointed that his penis was not discernibly larger than when he first arrived on Herschell Majoris.

The Nurse laughed.

"Well I don't think the human penis evolved to impress anybody, and they're never going to win any art prizes. They aren't at their best soft either. I think there's nothing wrong with yours as penises go."

He knew she was simply trying to put him at ease, but it was unsettling to hear her making an aesthetic assessment of his genitals.

"How long since you last had a green?" she asked.

A green was her euphemism for an erection and orgasm.

"Just before I got here," Max admitted, sheepishly.

"Well there you are then. It's probably still recovering. I'm just going to give you another one." "What, already?!"

"You're a healthy young man; I'm sure it won't be hard for you." She paused, realising what she had just said.

"Ooops, poor choice of words!" she said with a smile.

She pressed a button and the light on the chest of Max's EV suit turned from red to green.

"Well the light came on instantly."

They both watched as Max's penis rapidly filled with blood, until it was curving upwards, straining as though desperate to impregnate something. He felt a bizarre sense of disconnection, as though the feeling between his legs and the penis he was looking at were not the same thing. It was one of the most surreal experiences of Max's life.

"Well, no doubt that part is working," Janeway said. "Are you feeling the implant?"

It felt like there was a tongue teasing Max's sphincter and another giving him an expert blowjob. He nodded and Janeway deactivated the program. The erotic sensations ceased, but his erection remained. His penis started twitching on the screen, bouncing up and down, as though begging for further attention. The narrow collection tube exaggerated the motion, swinging serpentine below.

"Very good. So far so good. While we wait for your erection to go away, I'd like you to make a note any future occasions when you feel as if someone is touching you. Write down the time and date, and what you were doing and thinking about at the time. We might be able to see if there's a pattern."

Max was certain that her unspoken subtext was "to see if you're simply imagining all this, or getting horny and not realising it."

"I'm not just making all this up you know!"

"I never said you were, but we have to rule out all possibilities before we can take things further." "What else can you do about it then?"

"Sometimes switching you to a different portal can fix it. In extremely rare cases, it's possible to give you a holiday from the EV suit for a month."

She didn't feel it necessary to mention that counselling and even anti-psychotic drugs were also a possibility.

"Looks like your erection has gone down. Let's just double check the implant."

She typed a command and Max's light turned instantly green. His erection returned within seconds. Rather than switching him off again, she left him on green.

"May as well make sure it runs all the way."

After a couple of minutes, Max had to struggled not to fidget in his chair. If he'd been told a year ago that he would be sitting here with the nurse desperately horny, whilst they waited for the squirts, he'd have run away to become a hermit. Now, he watched the screen, as though it could somehow predict his orgasm.

As it happened, he felt it in his balls before he saw it on the screen. He clenched his knees together and grunted, then the tube on the screen filled with white as it sucked his cum away to be processed.

Janeway waited for his orgasm to subside, before speaking.

"That all seems to be in order."

Max was still red faced and sweating. He nodded. That was two powerful orgasms in half an hour. Sometimes it disturbed him that his body was not his own any more. Any time, the implant or a human operator, could force him to get hard and cum and there was not a thing he could do about it.

Even if he removed the EV, it would only remove his penis from the portal, it would not prevent him from experiencing the erotic feelings. He thought about Van. Van had tried to flee the reach of the harvesting program entirely by exiting its influence field. And now he was locked into a suit, with his arms and legs through portals as well, being milked 24 hours a day! The root of Max's cock was aching from two orgasms in 30 minutes. He couldn't imagine what Van must be suffering.

Janeway looked at a data window to the side of the portal cam on the monitor.

"The implant is working just fine. No malfunctions. Remember, keep a record on your pad any time you get these feelings. Come and see me in a month and we'll see where we stand. If it gets too stressful in the meantime, I can give you some meds to calm you down if you like?"

"Thanks Miss Janeway," Max said, rising from his chair. She smiled.

"Try not to stress out over it Max. Maybe you could even learn to enjoy the feelings?" He smiled at her wanly.

"Yeah, I'm being groped on an alien planet and there's nothing I can do. Enjoyable." He thought.

"Thank you ma'am."

He walked from her office.

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