Yaro Minnaar

SOPR
The Sex Offense Prevention Reformatory on Pluto

The year is 2456.

Earth has extended its population to the moon and Mars. Society is highly organized, human emotions having been eliminated from the human equation to build a stronger society, one that does not make war against each other. Somewhere in the past, when war had escalated to critical levels, scientists looking for a solution found the drug.

They call it Oblivion.

It was found, however, that human males, especially those attracted to the same gender, became immune to Oblivion. Men caught in sexual acts with each other where considered sex offenders, trialed and executed.

Fortunately, many males did not make it that far, since tests were developed to screen for early signs of homosexual attraction from early ages. These boys, however, were also executed for the sake of the human race. Until Bréanainn Aodhan, an eccentric millionaire built the Sex Offense Prevention Reformatory on Pluto.

The place was never intended to reform, since homosexuality cannot be removed from the human equation. Boys moved to the SOPR were destined to live there forever. Being far away from the populated solar system, Bréanainn's Reformatory worked undisturbed in keeping sex offenders and future offenders away from society.

The SOPR, over time, came to be known only as 'The Complex'.

The Complex has been operational for the past fifty years, still run by Bréanainn.

Chapter 1
The Headmaster and the Physician

Katashi Okuda, The SOPR's Chief of Affairs (14yo), Bréanainn Aodhan, The SOPR's Headmaster (? yo), Bongani, inmate (16yo), Ivan, Russian boytoy (12yo), Doctor Prott, The SOPR's Physician - Alyssian (57yo), Aldous Leroy, former assistant (14yo)

Katashi Okuda walks next to Headmaster Bréanainn. He's been Bréanainn's Boy-Chief of Affairs for a year now and cannot overcome the spell of his presence. He doesn't know what it is, his strongly masculine perfume, or maybe his stone like coldness; perhaps his deep blue eyes or his cold façade of white against the contrast of his dark hair. Or maybe, just maybe, the confidence with which he conducts himself.

His Alpha-male ways.

Bréanainn is one of the few people who go about Section 1 fully dressed, and that also arouses Katashi's curiosity. Bréanainn's cock is the only one in the facility he's never seen. The Headmaster is wearing his typical black suit with Mao-style collar and the vaporous pants he likes to wear. Katashi knows what Bréanainn likes to wear. He also knows what he likes to tame and what he likes to fuck. But he feels unfortunate that he's never been able to look at the Headmaster naked, as many others in the facility have.

Katashi, on the other hand is wearing an asymmetric modern jacket in crimson with Mao-style collar as well. The boy, unlike the headmaster, is not wearing any pants but a sort of jockstrap with no front in the same color. His teen cock is actually secured by a sort of ring around the base.

"Katashi, are you listening to me?" Bréanainn asks.

"I'm sorry, Headmaster," Katashi says slightly blushed.

Bréanainn presses a button on his hidden belt, and the ring around Katashi's cock shaft produces a high amperage discharge bringing his exposed cock limp.

"Done," Bréanainn says, "Problem taken care of. Can you now focus?"

"Yes, Headmaster." Katashi replies sheepishly.

"Good."

They keep on walking through the prison aisle. Every cell has a force field which keeps the inmates inside. Every inmate is busy with his own chores, each of them naked save for the sort of jockstrap with no front they all wear, and the metallic collar around their necks. There's only one inmate per cell, and over every cell, a screen in which the inmate's stats can be checked.

"I was asking you about the meeting with the new possible investors…"

"Yes, Headmaster," Katashi replies, "They've just finished the meeting. PR Chief Officer Adamantis has just sent the intel and I've routed it to your office's terminal."

"Good news?"

"There are two investors who seemed genuinely interested sir. One of them, Darien Worthington, apparently has an eleven year old son who tested positive for homosexuality in a pubescent screening test a couple of months ago. He wants to make sure his son will be in a place that will not bring him any harm…"

"And the other?" asks Bréanainn with his cold voice.

"Harry Whiteman, a billionaire in his forties. He has no family to talk of and he'd like to become a guest at The Facility, Headmaster…"

"Both sound promising, Katashi…"

"I would think so, Headmaster."

"My new assistant?"

"About to arrive, Headmaster," Katashi replies, used to the Headmaster's quick change of topics in a conversation, "He'll be here in the next prisoner shuttle, along Doctor Prott's new assistant as well."

"Do I have their files?"

"In your office's terminal, Headmaster."

"Good. I need you to get ready to receive my new assistant and take him to his accommodations. I'll be in my office."

"Yes, Headmaster," Katashi replies looking down.

"Master!" One of the inmates suddenly shout, "Headmaster! Take me, master! I'm ready, I'm ready!"

Both Headmaster Bréanainn and his chief of affairs turn around at the inmate. He's slender and built at the same time. As they approach, the tall dark-eyed African boy tugs on his hard and veiny uncut purple-headed dick which drops a dollop of teen precum.

"I'm ready, master!" he says once again as he squeezes his throbbing cock for the master to see.

Headmaster Bréanainn turns from the inmate to his cell's stats console. The boy is 16 years old -way past his prime for the Headmaster's taste. African with no trace of white in his blood. Uncut. 19 cm [7½ inch] cock – too long for Brénainn's standards. Masturbates twice or thrice a day at night.

"What's your name?" the Headmaster asks.

"Bongani, master!" the boy replies with a strong non-english accent, his veiny cock precumming like there was no tomorrow.

By the time the Headmaster and his Asian assistant stand before the inmate, many other inmates have stopped their chores so they can see the scene that is about to develop.

"Cum for me," the master commands.

Bongani begins pumping his rod with his right hand as his left plays with his low hanging balls. The boy is so horny it virtually takes him no time to finish up, spurting his cum against the forcefield, as if he wanted it to reach the Headmaster.

"Good job, Bongani," the Headmaster says, "Keep up the good work. You'll hear from me soon."

"Thank you, master!" the gorgeous black boy replies and smiles.

He starts walking again followed by Katashi.

"Katashi?"

"Yes, master?"

"Make a note in my agenda to schedule Bongani for a 'physical' with Doctor Prott, sometime tomorrow."

"Yes, master. Full protocol?"

"Indeed, because I also need to know if Prott's rejuvenating process would work on him. If he can go as far as Stage 4, he might definitely be a nice addition to Section 1&.quot;

"Stage 4. Perfect. I'll see to it master."

"And, Katashi?"

"Yes, Headmaster?"

"Your suspender is incorrectly placed. And you know I like foreskins back at all times. You look messy."

"I'll see to it, Headmaster."

"Please do."

Headmaster Bréanainn turns right and Katashi continues walking straight ahead. Just before disappearing from earshot, Bréanainn commands, "Report to Marshall Geoffrey for punishment for undergrooming."

"Will do, sir," Katashi replies and keeps walking. Just thinking about Geoffrey makes his hair stand on end. However, Katashi also feels his cock twitch in anticipation.

***

Headmaster Bréanainn is now comfortably sitting in his office. He taps at his terminal and it comes to life. He looks at the recent files sent by the efficient Katashi and clicks on the one which contains his new assitant's profile. It's labeled Confidential Report on Drexel Fitzpatrick.

The file opens. The first thing Bréanainn sees is a picture of Drexel fully naked, with the man's generals. Originally from the European community. 18 years old. 1.80. No siblings. Bréanainn's hungry eyes devour the image of the young man.

He's caucassian, with a slightly long curly blonde mane and green eyes. His body is skinny, like the body of your typical nerd. He's got a heavy patch of dark blonde pubes crowning an uncut veiny cock in its limp state over two low hanging well-sized testicles.

With the proper treatment, the Headmaster is sure Doctor Prott can undergrow Drexel Fitzpatrick to a wonderful looking thirteen or even twelve year older.

Bréanainn taps on the screen and the next picture shows a close up of Drexel's cock. In this one, he can see the red cockhead hidden behind the man's heavy foreskin. The veins on his organ are far more visible in the zoom.

He taps once again. The next picture is a close up of Drexel's cock when aroused. It must be around 18 cm long. It's not particularly thick, but not thin either.

One more tap. The next one is a clip of Drexel masturbating. The 18 year older appears naked in his bedroom, legs spread over his bed masturbating fiercely. As he does so, he squeezes and slaps his own balls. Bréanainn smiles as he sees the young man doing so.

It doesn't seem long for the man in the video to start cumming. Some very decent ropes of spunk are expelled from his cock landing on his face, chest and bellybutton. When he's done, Drexel picks up his own cum with his hands and takes it to his mouth.

Bréanainn smiles again.

He taps the screen. The next is a file on the man's occupation, profession, likes and that sort of thing.

He moves to the next screen, a folder with Drexel's personal collection of self pics entangled in compromising shots with men of various shapes, sizes, colors. Perfect blackmail material, should the necessity arise.

Bréanainn is more than pleased with his Boy-Chief of Affairs. Katashi has definitely overdone himself collecting every piece of intel on Drexel Fitzpatrick, even the dirt.

He then goes back to his inbox and sees the next file labeled Confidential Report on Carlos Cubas.

He taps at the screen and opens the file. The first thing on his screen, once again, is a picture of Cubas fully naked. Originally from Mexico. 19 years old. 1.68. Full beard, hazel eyes. He's slender and short. Carlos has dark fur all over his chest and a dark patch of pubes crowning a thin big-headed uncut cock. His testicles are big and round but do not hang low.

He taps and the next pic is one of his cock at full mast. It must be around 17 cm [6½ inch] long and thick in girth. For Carlos there's no video, but there's a set of pictures of the man going solo and ejaculating what seems to be a copious load. There's no dirt on the young man, however.

Brénainn's sure Doctor Prott will see to undergrow his own assistant to fit his non-human taste.

"Good," he says and throws his head back to frantically speed up his own masturbation. His huge cock trembles in his hand as he feels the cumload getting worked inside him.

He taps at the intercom.

"Yes, headmaster?" Pacer's voice comes from the other end of the line.

"Pacer, have Doctor Prott send Ivan to my office."

"Immediately, Headmaster," the temp replies.

Bréanainn slows his masturbation. He can't get his hands dirty with cum just now, because he has a meeting with Adamantis, and then he'll be meeting Doctor Prott for another sensitive issue. So the easiest thing is to send for a cumdump. And Ivan is one of his top favorites.

The slender twelve year-older, dark-haired, and blue-eyed boy from Russian ascent comes inside Bréanainn's office.

"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he asks always looking at the floor, his strong Russian accent obvious.

"Yes. Come here, under my desk."

Ivan walks towards the Headmaster's desk. He's wearing a vaporous top tank and nothing under, save for his chastity device, the way pleasure boys should be uniformed. Through Doctor Prott's rejuvenating process Ivan has been taken as far as Stage 3, having undergrown from his seventeen years of age upon arriving at The Complex into his current twelve years of age.

The Russian pleasure boytoy goes on his knees and, without ado takes the Headmaster's huge cock inside his mouth. It's not an easy cock to pleasure, given its girth and length, but Ivan has been properly trained and starts pleasuring the Headmaster as only a pleasure boytoy can do.

He doesn't have to work very hard, Bréanainn's midsection starts contracting and, without warning, starts spitting his life milk inside the Russian's mouth and throat. The master's ejaculation is so copious Ivan feels like he might drown, but he won't. He's been the Headmaster's favorite boytoy for almost two years now and he does like the master's cum. Above all, because he might soon be promoted to official pleasure boy. That, of course, would imply that he move to the master's loft. A dream come true for any pleasure boytoy in The Complex.

Once the Headmaster has finished ejaculating, Ivan wipes his cock clean with his mouth and then fixes the front part of Bréanainn's vaporous pants.

"Good." Bréanainn says, "Now, go."

Ivan leaves the room and the Facility's Headmaster stands from his seat. He has a meeting to attend.

***

Doctor Prott has everything ready and is only waiting for the Headmaster to show up. The new conditioning capsule is ready. Fourteen year-old Aldous Leroy is tied to a chair, gagged and unable to move.

Prott knows it will take the Headmaster some time to get there, since Section 1 of the facility is well underground and does not officially exist. But it's not a bad thing that the Headmaster is delayed. Actually, it's the opportunity Prott had been waiting to have Aldous Leroy, the Headmaster's former assistant, in his clutches.

It is a known fact that The Headmaster's personal assistant is untouchable, but now, Prott is finally going to have some fun with Aldous, who has been demoted.

"Scared, are we?" Prott asks, the grin on his reptilian Alyssian face giving him a sinister look.

Aldous tries to struggle, but even when he's slightly muscular, he's been masterfully restrained. The boy has always been terrified of Alyssians since he met Doctor Prott. The physician is a fine specimen of his amphibian/reptilian species, tall at 2.15 cm [⅞ inch]. His face is a strange mixture of lemur and frog counting four eyes instead of two. His head is pretty frog like but there's a pair of lemur-like ears on it. He has four arms on a humanoid torso and four long frog-like legs. His skin is kind of flesh toned with hints of green, blue and orange on the back of his head, neck, shoulders and back, and bright and slimy-looking, pretty much like a frog's.

"Well," Prott says placing one of his three-fingered four slimy hands on the former assistant's 18 cm [7 inch] cock, "your cock doesn't seem scared at all. I'd say he's amused!"

He laughs his scary Alyssian deep laugh as he squeezes on the young man's cock, making it spit a big dollop of precum.

"Seems like Headmaster Bréanainn will take some time in arriving, so, let's make the most of it you and I…"

Aldous deep-blue eyes are wide open and it's obvious he's scared. After having been the Headmaster's assistant for some time now, he knows Prott is one sick bastard and that terrifies him. Prott squeezes harder on Aldous cock. Then he releases it and peels his foreskin back.

Aldous cock is thick and long, the way any personal assistant to Headmaster Bréanainn's cock must be. Even when Bréanainn would never act as unprofessionally towards his assistants, he does like seeing their dangling cocks when they walk in their very tiny and open uniforms.

And Prott is the happiest abusive bastard in the world because of that right now. He starts his routine by polishing Aldous' sensitive cockhead. The boy squirms in his restraints.

"Oh, yes!" Prott says, "I know you have an extremely sensitive cockhead! I'm your physician, remember?"

Aldous thrashes about unable to defend himself and Prott continues his polishing of the boy's knob.

"You were the Headmaster's personal assistant for two years… two years in which, as your physician, Aldous, I've been making sure to give you vitamins and supplements to keep you healthy."

This is one insane asshole! Oh, my god, I'm so lost! Aldous thinks.

"Well," Prott continues, "There were some very interesting components in you supplements as well. Your testicles have grown a bit, hadn't you noticed?" he asks tugging hard at Aldous' well-sized balls.

Oh, my! That fucking hurts!

"Now, what else?" Prott asks rubbing the man's tenderized cockhead, "Oh, yes! That agent I've been introducing in your supplements so your nerve endings became larger and more reachable. Yes, darling, I'm afraid that's why the sensations on your cockhead are so amplified."

Stop, please, stop!' I can't take it, I can't take it!

He rubs a little more and three droplets of precum are expelled one after the other.

He leans down and his reptilian tongue goes in and out of Aldous' urethra in a rather quick motion. Aldous squirms again.

"Yes, Aldous," he says savoring the boy's precum, "the inside of your cock has become extremely sensitive as well. How does my tongue feel inside there, by the way?"

Stop, stop! This is insane! Stop this madness! Oh, fuck! Ow, that hurts! Oh, Fuck!

And having said so, he starts fucking Aldous' pee slit with his long and scaly Alyssian tongue. Aldous thrashes about, but there's nothing he can do, the restraints used by Doctor Prott are nothing if not efficient. The sensations inside his cock are driving him insane with pleasure and his fears only add up to his predicament.

Prott's reptilian tongue continues its dance inside and out the boy's urethra and at the same time, the good Doctor is taking his time squeezing at the former assistant's milk orbs.

Aldous genitals have never been abused and he did not know it would feel this way.

Prott stands up and presses some commands on his computer terminal. The chair holding Aldous moves up and opens wide in such a way that the former assistant's genitals and ass are completely exposed.

"These balls are way too perfect, Aldous. If you ask me, it's about time they got mistreated…"

And having said so, Prott starts slightly slapping Aldous' balls.

"Like that?" he asks, "How about this?"

He starts slapping harder. And harder. And harder.

Please, stop, please!

"Good!" Prott says, "They look a bit better now! Let's try a new angle!"

Prott closes his right upper hand in a fist and throws the first punch. Aldous' abs contract in pain.

"No, it's not as fun if you don't complain…"

He taps a new series of commands to activate sound containment and then he moves towards the defenseless boy to remove his gag.

"You fucking sicko!" Aldous shouts as the gag goes off.

"What did you say?" Prott asks punching Aldous in the balls once again.

"Mgggghhh! You… you fucking…"

"What?" he punches again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, gawd!"

"Still want to call me sicko?" Prott asks punching him again in the balls.

Then, the doctor starts a punching routine with all his four Alyssian hands. Aldous can no longer complain. He only remains still as the doctor has his fun with his balls.

When Doctor Prott gets tired of punching Aldous' family jewels, he starts caressing them.

"Not so brave now, are we?" he asks.

Aldous sobs. There are tears in his eyes.

"But guess what?" Prott asks, "I think your cock loves the abuse, look at this wonderful puddle of precum on your abs!"

The good doctor is not lying. Aldous moves his head up and looks at the puddle. He also notices his cock is rock hard. Can it be possible?

Doctor Prott's computer's masculine voice is suddenly heard, "Incoming message from Headmaster Bréanainn."

"Give me a second, Aldous," he says, and moves to his computer terminal, not without giving Aldous' balls a good tug.

He taps the message, and the player reproduces the vidy.

Doctor Prott:

Something came up and I won't be joining you until 1400 hours. Make sure preparations are made to process Aldous. I'll be joining you as soon as I can.

Bréanainn Out.

"My, my!" Prott says approaching the table, it looks like we have a good full hour before Headmaster Bréanainn joins us!"

"You… you can't!" Aldous says with a trembling voice, "The Headmaster… he will… he will notice what you've done!"

"Oh, no, he won't!" Prott says, "I have a wonderful ointment that'll make your cock and balls go back to normal in a fraction of a second…"

Aldous starts whimpering and Prott takes his swollen balls and squeezes hard.

"Man up!" he says.

As he squeezes on Aldous' balls with his two lower hands, he starts polishing the pink knob with his upper ones.

"Stop… please… stop… ohhhhh gawwwwd!"

When Aldous' cockhead has been sufficiently tenderized, Prott decides to switch techniques.

"Let's try something new, shall we?" he says.

He takes a soft brush, similar to a toothbrush and starts brushing on the man's cockhead.

"Stop! Please! stop!" he says whimpering but completely hard.

Instead of stopping, the good doctor starts brushing at a faster pace, placing special attention on the meatus. The tenderized slit keeps oozing precum non-stop.

"Please, please, PLEASE!" Aldous begs, his cock throbbing as if it had a life of its own.

"Too sensitive in there?" Prott asks and laughs.

Then he leaves the brush aside and starts polishing the tenderized cockhead as his tongue fucks the yummy appendage once again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh… pleeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase, doctor, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase!" Aldous begs.

Doctor Prott's expert ministrations are fruitful and Aldous' midsection start contracting announcing his incoming orgasm.

"I'm… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum!" he announces wildly.

Prott then squeezes Aldous' balls with all his might and, as he retracts his long scaly tongue, the former assistant starts cumming in a loud and copious load, one the good doctor makes sure to swallow completely. Aldous Leroy continues to spasm in a longer than normal climax, his cock spurting jet after jet of his tasty lovely manmilk.

"Sssss… stooooop… ppp… ppleaaa… aase… stooooooop…"

Prott continues to suck eagerly, uncaring to the fact that the man's cock is so tender he can't take any more touching. But the good doctor has been feeding the young former assistant with all his concoctions and 'supplements' for two years now, waiting for this very moment.

"Please… please…" he says whimpering, "I can't… I can't take it anymore!"

Doctor Prott knows otherwise, so he carries on with his sucking. It doesn't take more than ten minutes when the doctor's expert sucking brings Aldous to a second orgasm.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhh ffffff… ffffuuuuuu… ffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkkkkkkkk!"

Aldous' second orgasm is as copious as the first one. Little does Aldous know that Doctor Prott has been administering him the experimental drugs he uses in his treatments for the development of The Facility's milkboys, one of the many projects hidden in Section 1 and unknown to Terran investors. Aldous Leroy never thought that being part of The Facility's inner circle would one day turn against him.

Doctor Prott is not satisfied yet and continues to suck on Aldous' screwed-up cock as he continues to squeeze and slap the man's balls.

"Please… stop…" he says more to himself know, he cannot believe his cock can still be so hard even when he's cummed twice already.

Doctor Prott does not stop. Now, the only thing he wants is to continue feeding on this human's nutritious and tasty seed.

"No… no… no more!" Aldous says.

But the Doctor doesn't stop until Aldous' midsection starts contracting again announcing an evident third orgasm.

"Please… please… please…"

As he pleads, his cock starts throbbing in the Doctor's mouth and the new flow of manmilk erupts from the gorgeous appendage.

"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" Aldous goes non-stop.

A short alarm goes off and the doctor separates himself from the man's cock much to his own disappointment. Turning to look at his computer display he realizes it's 13:50, ten minutes before the Headmaster comes in. He goes behind his desk and takes a tube of his secret ointment.

"I'll… I'll tell the headmaster!" Aldous utters.

"Oh, no, you won't!" Doctor Prott says as he places the gag on the handsome looking boy.

Once Aldous has been properly gagged, the Alyssian Doctor squeezes the ointment tube over the boy's genitals. As if by magic, the swelling and the redness disappear from Aldous' cock and balls, going back to normal, as if nothing happened.

"See?" Doctor Prott asks and laughs.

Two seconds later, the door to Doctor Prott's labs opens with a pneumatic hiss.

Doctor Prott turns to face Headmaster Bréanainn.

"Headmaster," he bows.

"Doctor Prott. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Don't worry, Headmaster, I know you are a busy man."

"Is Aldous ready?"

"Please, follow me."

Doctor Prott conducts The Complex's Headmaster to the place where Aldous awaits, restrained and gagged.

"Mgphtr!" he tries to speak through the gag.

Headmaster Bréanainn ignores his former assistant as he speaks to The Facility's Doctor.

"I see he's been properly restrained."

"Yes, master. I was waiting for your inspection so I can proceed to preparing him."

"Has his tube been prepared?"

"Everything is ready master."

"Good."

Headmaster Bréanainn walks around Aldous and stops at times to touch and caress his former assistant in different spots of his vulnerable physique.

"You seem scared, Aldous," he says, "You shouldn't be. You see, there was one tiny mistake of yours. Nobody, and you knew it quite well, nobody betrays me. I do not completely understand why you would want to betray me in the first place. This place is paradise, and I have been a mentor to you. I've loved you and protected you and nobody's ever put a hand on you. You had your own boytoy and access to any boy you might've wanted."

Aldous looks at the Headmaster knowing the man is right. He was more like a son to Brénainn Aodhan than an assitant. The Headmaster had given him full clearance and access. He had even gotten to have sex with two of the Fantastic Ten. He realized how stupid he had been at trying to sell industrial secrets to the Coridian's.

"You had everything you could've ever wished for, Leroy. You could've become a very powerful man by my side. I had even considered making you my only heir. But you made the wrong choice and now you'll be replaced."

Aldous eyes are opened in terror. The Headmaster nods at Doctor Prott, who approaches the young man and injects something in his left arm.

"Don't worry Aldous, the destiny that awaits you is not a bad one. After all, I do love you more than you can imagine and that's why I've spared you from a life of suffering. Doctor Prott we'll see to it that you are re-conditioned to enjoy sex as much as a young queer man your age should."

Aldous starts feeling groggy and he knows he's been drugged. Doctor Prott taps a series of commands and his restraints come off. Aldous Leroy would want to stand up and run, but he finds he feels extremely tired. Doctor Prott lifts him from the seat and takes him to the next room following Hedmaster Bréanainn.

"See this?" Bréanainn asks Aldous pointing at four reconditioning capsules.

Inside three of them, three men lie in stasis. Their eyes and ears are covered by a sort of virtual reality glasses. Their bodies are restrained, attached to the capsule in strategic places. His now halfway drugged brain cannot entirely process what's happening, but he can see how the three men's nipples have similar suction caps attached. Their asses seem to be pumped non-stop and their cocks are attached to milking contraptions that do not seem to stop their jerking motion.

"These men," Bréanainn continues, "are being reconditioned as we speak. All of them disobedient rogue agents and traitors such as yourself."

Aldous tries to look at his former boss in the eyes, but everything seems so blurry now.

"Go on to sleep, darling," Bréanainn says as Doctor Prott brings Aldous in his own re-conditioning capsule, "When you wake up, the world will look like a much better place."

The last thing Aldous consciously notices is how he's placed in the chamber. Then the whole world goes black.

Chapter 2
Two assistants, one investor

Drexel Fitzpatrick, Aodhan's new assistant (18yo), Carlos Cubas, Doctor Prott's new assistant (19yo), Katashi Okuda, The SOPR's Boy Chief of Affairs (14yo), Bréanainn Aodhan, The SOPR's Headmaster (?yo), Radamas Adamantis, The SOPR's PR Chief (16yo), Harry Whiteman, New SOPR investor (42yo), Toby, redhaired chandelier boy (12 yo), Reese, Tableboy (13 yo), Albie, Blonde boytoy (13yo), Greg, dark-haired boytoy (12yo), Dorian, African boytoy (13yo), Alexander, Doctor Prott's secretary (12yo)

Drexel looks – through the shuttle's windows – how Earth becomes a small blue dot as the ship moves away from it. On his computer holo-terminal he looks at the dark and cold surface of the planet which is about to become his home for a long time… or maybe forever.

Originally from the European Community, he graduated from Oxford University as a sociologist. So, given his field of study he thought this was the perfect opportunity for him. When he'd been offered the position at The Complex – and he still didn't know why they'd choose someone so young and inexperienced – he applied, first, because he would be able to study the social order of an establishment that to everybody's knowledge had been the solution to an escalating problem of social control.

But deep inside, there was that other reason for him to accept the offer: he had known for some time now he was that way.

The very first sign had appeared when puberty hit and Oblivion stopped working on him. From that early age he'd noticed he felt a lot more comfortable among boys, and he sort of developed feelings for his best friend. Before anything bad happened, he found the way to grow apart from him and he'd kept that feeling inside of him cleverly hidden. He was so afraid to acknowledge what he already knew.

"Awesome, isn't it?"

Drexel turns to look at the handsome man who is sitting next to him.

"It is," he says.

"First time leaving Earth?"

"It is. Yours?"

"Nah. I've been to Mars a couple of times. But it's my first time moving."

"I see."

"Carlos Cubas," he says extending his hand.

"Drexel Fitzpatrick. Nice to meet you," he replies shaking the stranger's hand.

"And you're gonna be…?"

"Oh! The Headmaster's personal assistant."

"Wow! That's awesome man!"

"How about you?"

"I was offered a position as assistant to the CMO."

"That doesn't sound bad either!"

Carlos smiles and Drexel smiles back. The European cannot help but notice how good looking Carlos is and, almost immediately chastises himself for doing so. But he's so handsome it's impossible not to notice.

"I'm assuming you're not married," Carlos says.

"You're assuming correctly."

"I'm not either, but I guess you figured that out. Which married guy would leave his family to go to a place such as this, right?"

"Indeed."

The rest of the trip happens in silence. Drexel falls asleep a couple of times and wakes up just as the interstellar shuttlecraft Eros enters Pluto's atmosphere. Through the window, the surface of the planet seems like a more desolate place than what appears on the computer images he's seen since he first accepted the job.

The Facility is visible now and approaching quickly. The pilot speaks through the intercom letting the passengers, crew and new inmates know that they'll be landing in no longer than two minutes. Drexel feels anxious. He knows his life is about to change… forever.

***

Drexel Fitzpatrick is now waiting outside Katashi Okuda's office. Upon arrival, a guard gave him directions and explained how to work the location terminals positioned at different spots within the prison. So he's now impatiently waiting.

The door to the office suddenly slides open. A teenage boy of Asian features is sitting behind a desk.

"Mister Fitzpatrick," he says, "please, come in."

Drexel walks towards the desk as Katashi stands from his place. He's wearing an asymmetric modern jacket in crimson. Drexel's eyes open in shock as he realizes the boy is not wearing any pants but a sort of jockstrap with no front. His cock is actually secured by a sort of ring around the base, but the boy conducts himself in the most natural of ways, so Drexel chooses to ignore the fact of the Asian boy's nudity.

"Mister Okuda," he says extending his hand.

"Katashi will do. Please, have a seat," he says shaking the new assistant's hand, "Can I call you Drexel? Or how do you like to be addressed?"

"Most people call me Drex, so I guess you can call me that."

"Good. Now, first thing, I need you to know you have made the best decision a man could make in a lifetime," Okuda says.

Drexel nods.

"As boy chief of affairs it is my first duty to inform you that your assignment at The Complex, will not come to an end. The Contract you've signed is a lifetime contract. Aree we clear on that?" the Asian boy asks.

"It is," Drexel replies and smiles, "Believe me I know I'll be here for the rest of my life. And I'm at peace with my decision."

"Good," Okuda says, "Now, I've taken the liberty to provide your personal holo-library with many instructional holos that will come in handy, from Complex Operations, to medical procedures and business arrangements. Discretion, I must say, is your new surname."

"I understand," Drexel says.

The new assistant realizes the unknown has now made him rockhard.

"Then, I'm going to take you to your accommodations," the Asian boy says and smiles at the new assistant.

"Great!"

"This way," Katashi says standing up.

Drexel automatically looks at the boy's cock and Katashi smiles.

"Oh! I'm… I'm sorry!" Drexel says, "I didn't mean to stare."

"It's okay. Earth's modesty on private parts is almost ridiculous. Here, however, the Headmaster is very specific about our uniforms."

"Oh!"

"Come please."

Drexel is afraid to ask whether he will have to wear such an uniform, but he doesn't find the courage to. He finds, however, that his cock has now completely stiffened at the thought.

***

Headmaster Bréanainn is at his official office waiting for Harry Whiteman, one of the investors who is very close to becoming a benefactor of The Facility. PR Chief Radamas Adamantis has arranged the meeting with the billionaire. Katashi, of course, has done his homework in digging every kind of dirt on the man. Whiteman does have kinky tastes and Bréanainn thinks the negotiation is practically closed.

When Adamantis comes inside the office followed by Whiteman, Bréanainn is surprised to see a rather good looking man, tall, handsome, with gray hair and a good looking salt and pepper French fork.

"Mister Whiteman," he says standing from his seat and offering his hand.

"Mister Aodhan," the man replies shaking the Headmaster's hand, "A pleasure to make your acquaintance. Mister Adamantis has told me so much about you I could hardly wait to meet you."

"Thank you, Mister Whiteman. Radamas, is my meeting loft ready?"

"As requested, Headmaster," Adamantis replies.

"Good. Mister Whiteman, if you'll follow me please."

The Headmaster stands from his place and conducts Harry Whiteman through a secret sliding door behind his desk. Whiteman arches an eyebrow and grins. As they walk towards the Headmaster's loft, both men exchange pleasantries and small talk. After a five minute walk of empty exchange, they all stop in front of a door with a control panel on the side.

PR Chief Adamantis keys a series of numbers and the door automatically slides open.

"Mister Whiteman, please," Aodhan says.

Whiteman enters the place followed by the SOPR's Headmaster and Radamas Adamantis goes back the way they came.

Whiteman's eyes open wide as they enter the loft. All metallic in essence and with a minimalistic touch, the loft is nothing if not amazing. There's some lounge-type love seats and armchairs suited more for a twenty-people social gathering than for a two-people meeting. But what really makes Whiteman shocked and at the same time aroused are four boys in the room.

The first of the boys is a redhaired young beauty more likely not older than twelve. The boy stands next to a loveseat with arms extended palms up. On each palm, the boy holds similar thick lit candles. His lovely teen cock has been secured to a sort of belt pointing up. Up his little peehole, a thin yet long candle has been inserted and the boy's cockhead is now completely covered in wax. The boy, however, doesn't even flinch at his duties.

The second boy is lying on his back on the floor, holding a round crystal with hands and knees. Whiteman realizes this boy is meant to function as a coffee table. He is possibly twelve or thirteen and has short spiky dark hair. From his vantage point, Whiteman cannot decide whether the boy's good looking.

Last, but not least, are a third and fourth boys in the room who are just standing in a corner.

The first one is beautiful at all sights, blonde with the built of possibly a thirteen year older. He has a handsome face and lovely deep-blue eyes. His boycock stands erect and Whiteman gather's the thing has to be a good 12 cm [5 inch], not particularly thick. The fourth boy stands next to the blonde one. He's a tad shorter and with dark hair. His body is somewhat muscular and he's also erect. His boycock, however, is much shorter than the blonde's, maybe 10 cm [4 inch] tops and as thick as a pinky.

He has no clue as to what the third and fourth boys' function should be.

"Please," Bréannain Aodhan says, "Have a seat, Mister Whiteman."

"Harry," the man says.

The both take their seats.

"So," Aodhan says, "How do you like your boys?"

"I like them all kinds," Whiteman says and grins, "But I think I like them bigger, if you know what I mean."

"I do," the SOPR's Headmaster says and grins too as he taps the table with two fingers.

The tapping is enough of a cue and the blonde moves from his position to the back of the loft to pour drinks for the Headmaster and his guest.

"How big do you like them?" Aodhan asks casually.

"It might sound ridiculous, but I think I like a good boy not older than twelve with a grown man's cock. I do know, however, that's not something realistic to ask for."

Bréannain Aodhan beams and then taps at a rather small gadget on his collar. Almost immediately and after a rather discreet chirping sound, a voice comes from the item.

"Headmaster," Katashi says on the other side of the link, "How may I be of assistance?"

"Katashi," the man says as the blonde boy places both drinks on the boy-table, "would you be so kind as to send Dorian to the loft?"

"Yes, Headmaster. Anything else you might need?"

"That'll be all, thank you."

Bréannain Aodhan taps the small gadget again and it chirps once more ending the communication.

"So," he says to the new investor, "I hate to be vulgar but, how much are you planning on investing with us?"

"I'm 42 years old, Mister Aodhan," the good looking man says, "a homosexual with nothing to keep me back on Earth. I'm planning on spending the rest of my life at your complex. My assets will be yours to manage… so long as I get to travel back to Earth every now and then."

"That is very generous, Mister Whiteman."

"I like your place," the millionaire says, "And I'm planning on making it my place of residence if you'll take me."

"Cheers to that," the Headmaster says holding his drink up.

"Cheers to that," Whiteman replies.

As they sip from their drinks, the door to the loft slides open and in comes Radamas Adamantis with a boy following. The boy is a beauty, dark skin, almost chocolate like. He has a slim built, possibly around twelve or thirteen years old, Whiteman thinks.

"I believe you requested Dorian's presence, Headmaster," the SOPR's PR chief says and then walks outside the loft once again.

"Come close, Dorian."

The boy starts walking towards the Headmaster. He's wearing a vaporous top tank and nothing under, save for his chastity device, the way Aodhan likes his pleasure boys to be uniformed. The boy stops facing Bréanainn Aodhan and he man grins. He searches in his pocket and produces a small key, which he inserts in Dorian's chastity device.

"Dorian," the Headmaster says, "please, honor our guest with the sight of your boy bits."

As Dorian turns around, Whiteman's jaw drops open. Not even in his wildest dreams he could've imagined a boy like Dorian could be possible. He is possibly around 1.40 m [4'7"] tall and slim, but what hangs between the boy's legs is as big as his wildest fantasies. The new investor gathers the teen cock must be at least 12 cm [5 inch] as it hangs limp between the biggest set of balls the man has seen in his life.

"Don't be shy, Mister Whiteman," Aodhan says, "Dorian is a very docile boy."

Harry Whiteman extends his hand at the invitation and starts caressing the boy's cock, which goes rigid almost immediately. It is now possibly 18 cm [7 inch] in length as it stands erect pointing downwards.

"H-how…?" Whiteman utters.

"We have a rather talented physician at the Complex, Mister Whiteman. His imagination and ability knows no limits."

Whiteman is not very sure what Bréannain Aodhan means, but he doesn't seem to care as he continues to rub Dorian's cock, which is now pre-cumming at the stimulation. With his other hand, Whiteman weights Dorian's huge balls.

"Do feel free to try him," the Headmaster says grinning, "His pre-cum is simply delicious."

The forty year older doesn't have to be told twice and leans so as to try Dorian's rod. What the Headmaster has said is true, Dorian's precum is both thick and delicious, a salty aftertaste as strong as the man has ever tasted. He engulfs Dorian cock in his mouth not wanting to lose any more time.

Bréannain Aodhan observes his guest with interest. Harry Whiteman is most definitely an interesting man. He has met lots of different men all over his life, but the new investor's appetite for young boys with huge cocks is definitely something he had not witnessed. He makes a mental reminder to congratulate Doctor Prott on his now perfect medical procedure to enlarge boys' genitalia at will.

"Well," the Headmaster says standing up, "I think I'm gonna leave you two now, so you can get acquainted."

"Oh!" Mister Whiteman says removing Dorian's cock from his eager mouth, "I'm sorry, I just got carried away…"

"Please, you don't have to apologize or explain yourself. As you can see, you've come to the right place, Harry. You are an honor guest as of now. Please, make yourself at home. We could get together and discuss the proper arrangements during dinner if that's okay with you."

"By all means," Whiteman says returning to Dorian's cock.

The Headmaster grins once again and starts walking towards the exit. As he does, he turns to face the blond and dark-haired servant boytoys.

"Albie, Greg, make sure our guest is very well attended."

"Yes, Master," both boys replied in unison.

Bréannain Aodhan nodded and left Whiteman to enjoy the beginning of a life or privileges. The Headmaster's head, however, is already thinking of how to best make use of the man's resources. He still has so many projects at hand!

***

Carlos Cubas has walked aisles and aisles trying to find Doctor Prott's office. He was to report to the physician almost twenty minutes before and he was well aware of the very bad first impression he was going to give his new boss. As he walks trying to find his way through the complex maze of corridors, his holo-wrist-phone rings. He taps at the screen and the image of a very good looking young boy, thirteen, fourteen tops, emerges from the phone.

"Mister Cubas?" he asks.

"Yes, yes," he says, "it's me."

"I'm Doctor Prott's secretary. Since you haven't shown he got worried you might be lost."

"Oh, I totally am!" Cubas says.

"Don't worry. I've just pinpointed your location and I'm sending directions through your phone."

"Oh, you're ever so kind!" Cubas says and sighs.

As soon as the boy hangs up the phone, Carlos' holophone shows the route to Doctor Prott's office. He starts walking as fast as he can manage trying to make up for the time he's already spent walking around. It's a good think he's fit so he chooses to start jogging on his way to the Doctor's office.

He finally comes to a stop in a crystal door which beeps as soon as he stands before him. A sort of red scanner light goes from his head to his feet and the goes off.

"Welcome, Mister Cubas," an artificial boy-like voice says and the door slides open.

Carlos Cubas walks inside the place towards a desk where Doctor Prott's secretary is sitting. As the boy stands up, Carlos opens his eyes wide in shock as he realizes the boy is naked from the waist down.

"Hi," he says extending his hand for a handshake, "I'm Alexander, Doctor Prott's secretary."

The boy is definitely a beauty, Carlos thinks and feels suddenly ashamed at finding such a young boy attractive. He's not very tall, maybe 1.45 [4'9"]. He has short wavy dark hair and brown eyes. His skin is white though slightly tanned and he has a swimmer built. He's wearing a shirt, tie and jacket in red wine and is naked from the waist down, showing a rather moderate dick with nice looking small balls.

"Mister Cubas?" Alexander says realizing the new CMO's assistant is staring at his boy parts.

"I-I'm sorry," Carlos says extending his hand.

"Don't worry," Alexander says and smiles, "happens to every new arrivals. You'll get used to it, though. Now, if you'll follow me, Doctor Prott is waiting for you."

Carlos follows lovely looking Alexander into Prott's office. The young man has never seen an alien. Up to now, he's always though aliens didn't exist, as everybody else. The Alyssian smiles with his weird face at his new assistant.

"I'm assuming this is your first close encounter?" he says and laughs as Alexander leaves the office.

"I… umm…"

"It's alright, my boy," Doctor Prott says, "I know the effect my presence can cause to someone who never actually thought aliens existed. I'm Doctor Prott, the Complex's physician."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Carlos Cubas says.

"In case you're wondering, I'm an Alyssian, an amphibian/reptilian species from the Gowron Nebula," the Doctor says as he extends his right upper hand for the young man to shake.

Carlos suddenly feels like a dwarf comparing himself to the tall 2.15 m [7'1"] Doctor. He finds the amphibian's face strange mixture of lemur and frog face strange but warm at the same time.

The Doctor's four eyes look at his new assistant in amusement.

"Don't worry," he says, "You'll get used to it."

Carlos nods and smiles. Certainly his new boss is nothing of what he expected, but he feels somewhat interested on getting to know the Alyssian. The doctor asks him to sit down so they can discuss his duties as an assistant before he can give him the tour around the medical facilities. Carlos Cubas knows this is a place where he will definitely fit. Or the first time in his life, he feels like he belongs.

Chapter 3
Carlos' first day at work

Drexel Fitzpatrick, Aodhan's new assistant (18yo), Doctor Prott (57yo), Carlos Cubas, Doctor Prott's new assistant (19yo), Dan, Milkboy Stage 1 (12yo), Craig, Milkboy Stage 2 (12yo), Joey, Milkboy Stage 4 (12yo)

Drexel Fitzpatrick feels utterly nervous as he waits for the SOPR's physician to show. As every new arrival, Drexel is to face a physical and he's worried at most. He's ever so afraid that his body will show how much he enjoys being touched by a man and fears he might be punished as he would on Earth.

"Hello, Drexel," Doctor Prott says as he comes inside sickbay followed by his new assistant, Carlos Cubas.

"Hi, Doctor," Drexel says, his eyes open in shock at seeing an alien for the first time.

"I'm the SOPR's physician and I'm here to perform your physical."

Drexel nods.

"I believe you have met my new CMA, Carlos," Doctor Prott says.

"I have," he says.

"Good. Now, if you'd please undress, and leave all your clothing on the chair next to my desk."

Drexel nods and stands up from where he's been sitting. He blushes madly. He's not comfortable getting naked and the fact that handsome Carlos Cubas is there makes him the more nervous, if that's even possible.

Doctor Prott's four eyes follow the young man's moves as he undress. It is perfectly clear why Headmaster Brénnain has chosen this man, he is beautiful from head to toe. As he watches Drexel pretending not to watch him, he explains Carlos that physical upon entrance is standard procedure at the SOPR.

"Underwear too, please," the Doctor says when Drexel stands nude but still wearing his white briefs.

The young man blushes slightly as he removes his underwear for the good doctor and his assistant.

"Good, now, if you'll please lay on the medbed."

Drex hops on the medbed lying on his back, breathing nervously.

"This won't hurt a bit," Doctor Prott says as he moves around the young man holding a medical hand scanner as he explains Carlos about the model and functions of the device.

Everything the scanner says is what Doctor Prott already knew, that Drexel is one healthy young man. He smiles as he places the scanner aside and tells Drexel he'll be performing a tactile check-up, and Drex slightly smiles, but he feels nervous as he's ever felt.

Doctor Prott begins on Drex's face, going down his neck until he reaches the young man's chest. As he moves about, he asks Drexel questions about his health, eating habits, exercise and the sort. Doctor Prott finds the man's nipples and carefully touches and rubs them, trying to keep it as professional as he can, but feeling very aroused.

Doctor Prott's hands are slightly rough in texture and Drexel finds it hard to concentrate. As the Doctor checks on his nipples, Drexel feels his cock start engorging. Doctor Prott slightly smiles as he notices Drex's body reaction.

"It's okay, my dear," Doctor Prott says smiling, "It is very normal for this kind of reaction to happen while you're being touched. Don't sweat it, okay?"

Drexel nods in relief and smiles back at the doctor. Carlos can also feel his own cock starting to fill with blood and hopes neither Drexel nor the doctor will notice.

Doctor Prott's four hands move down over the man's abs and down to his genitals. The minute his hands take Drexel's cock, the thing goes completely rigid. Drexel gets nervous once again.

"Healthy reaction, my dear," the doctor says in reassurance, "Right, Carlos?"

Carlos nods and leans on the medbed, hoping he'll be able to conceal his erection, though he knows hiding a 17 cm [6½ inch] boner in a thin body frame is not something easily accomplished.

As Doctor Prott's two upper hands 'check' on Drexel's cock, his lower hands start manipulating the young man's balls. A bit of a rub and a bit of a squeeze as he 'checks' on Drexel's glans. As he pulls with both thumbs to open the young man's pee slit, a dollop of precum slides down. Prott has now become aware of Carlos' erection and smiles discreetly.

"Well, somebody lubricates a lot, right?" Prott asks and chuckles.

"I… uh… I'm sorry, Doctor," Drexel says blushing.

"Don't be," Doctor Prott replies, "lubricating is a sign of a healthy set of genitals."

"Okay," Drexel says shyly.

"Mmmmh," Doctor Prott says as if discovering something.

"Doctor?"

"Carlos, take a look here," he says forcing the 18 year older to approach Drexel's cock, "What do you see?"

"Looks slightly irritated," Carlos replies trying to sound as professional as possible, though he finds it hard with Drexel's cock scent up his nose.

"Somebody likes pushing stuff up his peehole, right?" Doctor Prott asks.

Now Drexel feels awfully ashamed. For a time now, he has been inserting stuff up his peehole and he feels like he's getting in trouble. He stutters trying to give the doctor a valid answer, but he can't think of anything to say.

"Drexel," Doctor Prott says, "There's no reason for you to be ashamed. Your sexuality will never be an issue at the SOPR, we are open and caring with our people."

Drexel nods.

"I am concerned, however, that your urethral canal is irritated as Carlos has pointed out, which makes me think you have been putting stuff you shouldn't have."

"Carlos," he says, "Would you mind bringing sound number 2?"

"Yes, doctor," Carlos replies.

As Carlos fetches de urethral sound, Doctor Prott moves away from Drexel, coming back a couple of seconds later holding a gel tube.

"Here, Doctor," Carlos says.

"Can you please help me hold Drexel's penis head up while I prepare the sound?"

Carlos nods and takes ahold of Drexel's cock pointing it upwards. Given the natural shape of Drexel's rod it proves a sort of challenge. Doctor Prott grins discreetly, noticing how Drexel's cock is throbbing as Carlos tries to steady the thing upwards. At the same time, he notices Carlos is rock hard under his new and tight doctor's uniform.

"I'm going to administer this gel in your urethral canal to help it heal," Doctor Prott says.

Dreexel nods. Doctor Prott holds Drexel's cock with his left lower hand. With his right lover hand and left upper hand he gets ahold of the young man's balls.

"Carlos," he asks, would you be so kind as to help me open Drexel's meatus?"

Carlos takes Drexel's glans in his hands, which is now a mess with precum, and opens the thin pink lips of Drexel's cock. Doctor Prott, with his only hand available, pushes the rod against the thin slit of Drexel's cockhead. Drexel shivers as the tip of the rod struggles inside his cock.

"Doc," he says, "I think it might be a bit too thick for my…"

But he cannot finish the idea because a good half inch of the rod has gone inside his cock, catching him by surprise and giving him a feeling unlike anything he's ever felt before.

"Carlos," Doctor Prott says handing Carlos a cotton swab, "Would you help me clean Drexel's glans of pre-seminal fluid, please?"

Carlos starts cleaning the young man's glans, but it's no use. Doctor Prott says nothing but imagines what Drexel must be feeling with a cotton swab tickling his cock as the good doctor slides the sound inside his urethral canal. The swab will not clean the precum, in fact, it will force Drexel to continue precumming.

Doctor Prott knows what he's doing. The gel is not meant to heal the canal, but to sensitize it tenfold. Very quickly, the good doctor knows, he'll be causing Drexel to cum in his medbed, which he will cleverly call 'an accident which could've happened to anyone'.

Knowing the sound is a bit too thick for the man's canal, Doctor Prott has all the fun he could have abusing the little hole. Every now and then he tells Drexel to try and relax, and he pretends to struggle with the opening, thus taking the sound out and back in again, purposefully fucking Drexel's peehole while good Carlos Cubas keeps on stimulating Drexel's cockhead with the cotton swab.

"There's a lot of pre-seminal fluid," the doctor observes, "You might want to use an additional swab, Carlos."

Prott knows it will be a lot more than any sane nineteen year older could handle. As Carlos uses both cotton swabs, the good doctor pushes the sound all the way through. As if on cue, Drexel gasps and Doctor Prott pulls the sound in one quick movement, opening the canal for Drexel's ejaculation. Drexel cums in a copious load, the first two spurts landing on Carlos' forehead and chin.

"Oh, God!" Drexel says, "I-I'm… so… sorry… I… uh…"

"Relax, relax, my dear," Doctor Prott says, "A little accident that could've happened to anyone."

Carlos is still in shock looking at all the cum all over Drexel's chest and torso.

"Carlos, dear," Doctor Prott says, "Would you mind cleaning Drexel why I go write down a couple of notes in his physical report?

"Of course, Doctor," Carlos says.

Prott leans towards his new assistant and whispers in the boy's ear pointing at the young man's obvious boner under his uniform, "You might wanna take care of that too."

Carlos feels himself blush at the remark, thinking his boner had gone unnoticed. He takes some sanitizing pads and starts cleaning Drexel's chest and torso. It is so erotic he feels his boner growing harder if that's even possible.

"I'm truly sorry, Carlos," Drexel says.

"Don't be," the medical assistant says, "to tell you the truth, I think the same would've happened to me."

"You might wanna…" Drexel says pointing at Carlos' forehead.

"Oh, right!" Carlos says and then uses a pad to clean his forehead and chin.

Five or so minutes later, Doctor Prott comes back to behold a naked clean Drexel and a still rock hard Carlos.

"Well," the doctor said, "Everything seems to be in order Drexel. I'm giving you these supplements that might come in handy."

Drexel nods.

"The orange ones, one every morning before breakfast," Doctor Prott says, "The blue ones, one after lunch. The red ones, one after breakfast and two before bed."

"Ok, doc," Drexel replies.

"I'm also giving you these," he says handing the young man a set of urethral sounds, "for your own personal amusement. And a tube of sanitizing soothing gel."

"Thanks a lot, doc," Drexel says blushing beyond belief.

"Should you have any question on how to use them, feel free to drop by my office any time, ok?"

Drexel nods.

"You can get dressed now, Drexel, and report to the Headmaster."

Drexel Fitzpatrick stands up from the medbed not without thanking Doctor Prott and Carlos. He gets dressed and go about his way. Doctor Prott then calls Carlos to his side and tell him they'll begin the tour around the facilities.

"Doctor," Carlos says, "I'm… uh… I'm sorry… about…"

"Your erection?" Doctor Prott says, "Come on, Carlos, there's nothing to apologize for. Drexel is a rather attractive male specimen with a rather attractive set of genitals. It was only normal that you experienced arousal at handling his penis."

It is Carlos' turn to blush as the doctor talks about Drexel's dick.

"As my assistant, Carlos, you'll get to see things nobody else gets to see. My actual work is not here, but in Section 1."

"Section 1?" Carlos asks.

"A place which officially does not exist. You see, many of the money invested here is dedicated to developing new technologies. Most of my work is experimental."

"I see."

"No, you don't," Doctor Prott says, "most of my work, Carlos, is for sure going to make you… aroused."

"I'm not following you," Carlos says.

"I know, but you will. Come, it's time to begin your tour."

***

Carlos Cubas walks alongside Doctor Prott. The way to Section one has been tricky, but the Doctor tells his assistant he will soon get used to it. After walking rows and rows of aisles, Doctor Prott stops his tacks in front of a door. Doctor Prott knows that, as soon as the door opens, Carlos Cubas' impression of The Complex will change forever. Doctor Prott knows, however, that Carlos will remain, given his natural affinity for sexual domination, as his psychometric evaluations revealed.

The door opens and they enter a lab. In the center of it, there's three boys of different ages standing under a stucture.

"This is my developing center," Doctor Prott says, "You can see my three developing pods, where three boys are being developed as of now."

Carlos' eyes open wide as he looks at the three individuals.

"These here is Dan," he says pointing at the first pod, "Dan arrived in The Complex approximately three months ago and was selected for our milkboy project."

"Milkboy Project?" Carlos asks.

"Yes," Doctor Prott says, "One of the most important assets in Section 1 is the Headmaster's Milkboy Project. Dan here is thirteen years old, but has been in 'development treatment' for the past week or so."

Carlos can't believe his eyes. In the middle of the pod stands Dan. His arms are up and captured inside a metal like structure in such fashion that they're only visible from the elbow. The structure runs down encasing the boy's back and chest, save for his pecs, which are visible. Over his head is a crystal like structure in such a fashion that his head, neck and torso is unable to move. His legs are also captured in a similar structure but spread open. Dan is naked, his midsection clamped by a thick metal belt-like structure which is held by a metal support which joins the under structure in which his legs are trapped. From the upper structure two thin metal cables hang and end inside Dan's nostrils.

"As you can see, my dear," Doctor Prott says, "Dan is breathing through an artificial system. The air he's breathing has been mixed with a series of substances designed to help him develop at a faster rate."

"Develop?" Carlos asks.

"I'll explain further," the Doctor says as they move around the pod.

Similar cables hang down and attach to Dan's nipples with what Carlos imagines are nipple suction caps. Carlos feels his cock stir in his tight uniform and wishes his pants weren't skintight.

"The nipple suction caps are designed to stimulate Dan into a state of arousal," Doctor Prott continues, "since it's been proven the nipples are one of the most erogenous zones in homosexual males."

"I see," Carlos says as horny as he's ever been.

"A high state of arousal is necessary for the subject's development treatment to work."

As his sight runs down Dan's body, he notices that Dan's testicles rest over a metal contraption which is also born from the under structure. Another metal structure born from the under structure ends in a ring which is secured to the boy's glans neck. From the belt clamp securing the boy's midsection, some cables are born. Two of them attached to Dan's balls by a needle. A third cable is attached by a needle to the largest vein in Dan's cockshaft. Inserted in Dan's urethra is a transparent cable which runs down to a container in the under structure. The container is 1/3 full with the boy's… semen?

"What exactly is the development process, Doctor?" Carlos asks genuinely curious, "What exactly is the Milkboy Project?"

Doctor Prott discreetly eyes the bulge in Carlos' pants, which is growing by the minute as he begins his explanation.

"One of the most valuable substances in many parts of our galaxy, Carlos, is semen…"

"What?" Carlos asks in genuine surprise.

"As you hear it. Human semen has become one of the most valuable kinds of semen giving Headmaster Bréanainn a position of power with the alien races with which we interact."

"I see," Carlos says.

"The Complex runs with the wealth of the Headmaster and some other investors, but finances have become stronger since my arrival as CMO."

"Because of your experimental projects?" Carlos asks.

"Precisely. This development pods are designed to help me develop boys who show promise into semen human factories. Take a look at Dan, for example," as he speaks, Doctor Prott takes ahold of Dan's cockhead and squeezes on it, "Dan's cock is barely 12 cm [5 inch] in length and his testicles are the average volume."

Carlos nods, his cock leaking precum in his tight white uniform.

"Now, let's move to the next pod," Doctor Prott says and Carlos follows the Alyssian, "This here is Craig."

Carlos looks at the boy in the second pod. Craig is a redhaired boy. He's secured in the same fashion as Dan, but the main differences are obvious. Craig's nipples are bigger than Dan's. The boy's cock is possibly a good 18 cm [7 inch] in length and possibly as thick as a can of deodorant. The structure where his balls rest is bigger, since his testicles are possibly the size of ripe peaches. His balls don't have two, but six cables attached by similar needles, and the transparent tube inserted to the boy's urethra is twice as big as Dan's. What makes it more shocking, is that Craig is that the huge genitalia is attached to a boy which can't possibly be older than twelve.

"Craig is twelve years old," Doctor Prott says as he prods on the boy's balls, "The obvious differences you can attest to are because of the stage of development. Craig here is in Development Stage 2, while Dan is still Stage 1."

"How long…"

"Does it take?" Doctor Prott finishes the sentence for his assistant, "It depends on each boy. Dan for example has been in Stage 1 for over a week and given his rate of development, he'll probably remain in Stage 1 for two more."

Carlos nods.

"Craig's development rate has been a lot faster, and he's reached Stage 2 in only four days."

"Do they remain in the pod all through this time?" Carlos asks.

"They do," Doctor Prott says.

"How do you know their development rate or stage?"

"Can you see the semen container in the under structure?" Doctor Prott asks, amused at Carlos' huge boner and the obvious precum stain in the boy's pants.

Carlos nods again.

"Well, the boys' semen is extracted every three hours. The volume of the ejaculation allows me to identify the stage of development."

"Every three hours?" Carlos asks in shock, his cock throbbing madly inside his pants, "They cum every three hours?"

"You can say it like that," Doctor Prott says and chuckles.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," he says, "I should moderate my language, I did not mean to…"

"Carlos," Doctor Prott says placing one of his Alyssian hands over Carlos' boner and squeezing lightly, "There's a reason why I chose you to be my CMA over many candidates, and that is that you have an open nature towards homosexual sexuality with a clear preference for sexual bondage and domination."

Carlos sighs as Doctor Prott manipulates his hard cock and speaks.

"Truth is I have been using medical terms for your benefit only…"

Carlos is breathing heavily now, since Doctor Prott's hand feels really good in his boner.

"It's okay if you say cum instead of ejaculation. It's okay if you say cock instead of penis…"

Doctor Prott rubs Carlos cockhead through his pants, making the precum stain grow.

"It's okay if you call them nuts or balls instead of testicles. In fact, I find it the more arousing, and I think you do too," Doctor Prott says giving Carlos' cock a fine tug.

"S-stop… please…" Carlos manages to say.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away by your body reaction," Doctor Prott says and chuckles, "Now, let's take a look at our third boy."

Doctor Prott walks alongside Carlos as he conducts him towards the last pod. In it, a third boy undergoes development. This boy is possibly twelve years old as well, white skin with dark brown hair, gray eyes and freckles all over his face.

"This here is Joey," the Doctor says, "Joey is in Stage 4 and will be disconnected today and 1900 hours."

Carlos' eyes open wide. Joey is possibly the shortest of them all, but the one who sports the biggest genitalia. Before him is a boy whose cock must be at least 35 cm [14 inch] in length and possibly as thick as a can of soda. His balls do not have a structure to hold them, they rest freely over the main under structure. Each testicle must be the size of a cantaloupe and they're both contained in a thick looking scrotal bag. Joey's balls not only have cables attached, but also a couple of transparent structures which seem to be attached through a much thicker needle, collecting something as well.

"What do these attachments do?" Carlos asks in curiosity.

"Oh!" Doctor Prott says, "Boys who are taken this further into development, are also providers of raw sperm. By Stage 4 a boy's balls spermatogenesis rate is so high, that raw sperm is collected separately to allow the rest of their spermatozoa to flow freely into their semen. That is, their tubules cannot handle that many spermatozoa."

"Doctor, I-I…" Carlos says unable to articulate feeling something building in his crotch.

"Yes, Carlos?"

"Doctor, I think…"

"You can't handle it anymore?" Doctor Prott chuckles again, "Wait up."

Doctor Prott walks towards one of the medical consoles and type some commands. A few seconds later a pad slides open revealing a three small syringes filled with a green liquid. Doctor Prott takes one of the syringes in his upper left hand and approaches his assistant.

"Lower your pants, please Carlos," Doctor Prott says.

"Doctor, please," Carlos says.

"Trust me, my dear, I know what I'm doing."

Carlos nods and lowers his pants. Doctor Prott leans down and with a quick motion inserts the needle in Carlos' shaft, right between his balls. Carlos gasps at the sudden pain, but does not complain. Doctor Prott injects the serum and the removes the syringe.

"There," he says.

"What was that?" Carlos asks rubbing the spot where he's been injected.

"It's a cum-preventing agent, my dear," Doctor Prott says and smiles, "It'll help you with the problem you're facing, since we still have a lot to do."

Carlos nods and pulls his uniform back in place.

"Better now?" Doctor Prott asks.

"Yes, a lot better, Doctor, thank you," Carlos says noticing that even when his cock is still rock hard, the sensation of cumming any minute now has slightly gone away.

"Very good," Doctor Prott says as he picks up the remaining two syringes, "Now, come this way, I still have to show you the Milkboy Project Lounge and I need to show you how to work the milking stations."

Carlos feels his cock throb in his pants. He cannot believe there's still more and he's sure that, by the end of the day his balls are gonna hurt big time. What he's witnessed so far is far beyond his wildest fantasies. Doctor Prott is right, his dark side, his affinity for sexual dominance, is emerging. He knows he's cut for the job at hand, and he knows he made the right decision at taking the job. He only hopes he'll be able to masturbate at night.

Chapter 4
Carlos' first day at work, Part 2

Doctor Prott (57yo), Carlos Cubas, Doctor Prott's new assistant (19yo), Stephane, milkboy (11yo)

Right after having learnt about the development pods in Doctor Prott's 'Milkboy Project', Carlos feels excited about what he will see next in The Complex. Even when he still has a huge boner, his urgency for cumming has been greatly reduced by whatever it is Doctor Prott injected his cock with. The image of Dan, Craig and Joey, the milkboys in several stages of development still makes his cock stir.

"So," Doctor Prott says as the door where they stand slides open, "Welcome to the lounge."

Carlos stares at the place in bewilderment. The Lounge is a big room, all decorated in white with a full window on the back part of it, through which Pluto's frozen night can be seen. There's lounge furniture all over and the place is crowded. Carlos doesn't know where to look. There must be around seventeen boys in the lounge, ranging probably between eleven and thirteen years old, all naked. He knows immediately all of them are milkboys, since their cocks and balls are larger than they should be. All boys are sporting huge boners.

"You might wanna close your mouth now, dear," Doctor Prott says and chuckles.

"I-I'm sorry," Carlos says.

"It's okay dear," the doctor says.

"Why are they all hard, mind if I ask?" Carlos asks not caring to hide the huge precum stain in his uniform anymore.

"Oh!" Doctor Prott says, "It's perfectly normal for milkboys. You see, their genitalia are so developed, that they all need to cum several times throughout the day."

"They do?" Carlos asks.

"Yes. Not cumming gives them blue balls. Given the size of their nuts, imagine your blue-ball feeling intensified tenfold."

"That must hurt!"

"It does. The lounge is the living-resting area for milkboys. They live here and share while they wait to be milked in their different ships."

"How many milkboys are there in the project, Doctor?" Carlos asks.

"Twenty seven so far," Doctor Prott says, "and Dan, Craig and Joey will join the pack soon."

"Aren't there enough milking stations? Or why do they have to wait?"

"There's two milking stations, each one with three spots," Doctor Prott says, "So we can only milk six boys at a time."

"Can we build more?" Carlos asks.

Doctor Prott chuckles again.

"We could, but the milking is a painful process for our milkboys."

"How painful?" Carlos asks.

"Very painful for a regular male."

"So, why do they line up for being milked?" the boy asks in confusion.

"Because having their balls filled and not being milked is even more painful," Doctor Prott says grinning.

"Isn't that… a bit sadistic?" Carlos asks.

"Precisely," Doctor Prott says and grins.

As he says it, Carlos feels his cock throb again. By that moment, the precum stain in his pants is so big all of his cock can be seen given the thin nature of the uniform's fabric. As they enter the Lounge, he can see all eyes turning to look at them.

"Doctor Prott!" a milkboy says standing from his seat.

The boy is gorgeous, probably eleven years old, thin with light brown hair cut in a bowl fashion. He has a beautiful physique, slightly toned – or as toned as an eleven year older can be. He has small hazel bright eyes, a slightly blunt nose and a smile to die for. As he walks, his grapefruit-sized testicles dangle. His cock, Carlos imagines, must be about 27 cm [11 inch] in length and 20 [8 inch] in girth. Stephane's cock is a slightly curved upwards and pointing to the left uncut wonder. As he walks, a thick thread of precum runs from his pee slit to the floor. Only then does Carlos notice there's a pool of precum similar under every milkboy.

"Stephane," Doctor Prott says, "Always a pleasure to see you! How's it going?"

"Fine, doc," Stephane replies, "Loaded and ready to unload."

"I can imagine," Doctor Prott says, "Carlos, would you be so kind as to help me assess Stephane's genital condition?"

"S-sure, doctor," Carlos says not very sure how to proceed.

"Are you a doctor too?" Stephane asks and then smiles the most gorgeous smile in the world.

"I am," Carlos says, "I'm Doctor Prott's new medical assistant."

"You're a cutey," the boy says and giggles.

"Thanks, Stephane," Carlos says kneeling before the boy, "You're a cutey too."

Carlos stands before the huge cock and balls. He takes the boy's huge nuts in his hands as if weighing them. He slightly rubs and squeezes and hears the boy sigh and moan. Stephane's huge cock regales him with a thicker flow of teen precum.

"Make sure you double check on his glans sensitivity and his meatus, Carlos," Doctor Prott says.

"Yes, doctor," Carlos replies.

He then takes the big mushroom sized cockhead and rubs and squeezes slightly, eliciting a new set of sighs and moans from the boy. He takes his sweet time opening the boy's pee slit and rubbing it up and down with his index finger, making Stephane sigh and moan repeatedly. Carlos feels his own cock throb and decides it's time to stop stimulating the boy.

"Everything seems to be in order, doctor," he reports.

"Perfect," Doctor Prott says, "How are you passing your time these days, Stephane?"

"Oh, I'm drawing a lot!" Stephane says.

"You are?"

"Yes!" he says, "Wanna take a look at my sketches?"

"By all means!" Doctor Prott says, "Carlos?"

"Yes, Doctor?"

"Will you please help me assess the other boys' genital condition while I take a look at Stephane's master pieces?"

"Of course, doctor," Carlos says, his cock throbbing in his pants.

"You're leaking," Stephane tells Carlos pointing at the huge stain in the man's uniform and giggles, right before going away with Doctor Prott.

When Carlos turns back, all milkboys have lined up for him to 'assess their condition'. Carlos decides to sit on one of the comfortable lounge seats and the line moves behind him. Boy after boy, Carlos weighs, caresses and squeezes boy huge nuts. He takes his sweet time checking their glans and having fun with their pee slits. Some boys seem more sensitive in the sweet pink small lips, so Carlos takes a bit of extra time with them. By that point, his uniform is a mess of precum and his balls hurt beyond belief.

When Doctor Prott comes back holding Stephane's hand, Carlos has touched all sorts of dicks, cut, uncut, straight, curved downwards, curved upwards, knob shaped, triangle shaped, helmet shaped, big headed, average headed, small headed. His hands are covered in milkboy precum and his cock feels ready to explode.

"Done, dear?" Doctor Prott asks.

"Yes, doctor," Carlos replies.

Doctor Prott notices that Carlos' precum stain is now covering all of his cock, making it fully visible, balls and all. Maybe he should've mention to his kind assistant that the drug he administered is not only a cum-preventing agent, but also a very potent stimulant which has made his pre-seminal glands work at double their rate.

"Your hands are messy," Stephane points out, looking at Carlos' precum leaking hands.

"They are indeed," Carlos replies.

"Can I help him clean them, Doctor Prott?" the boy asks.

"I'm not sure if…" Doctor Prott replies.

"Please, please, Doctor Prott, please!" Stephane says, "I've been a good good milkboy!"

Doctor Prott chuckles and tousles the boy's hair.

"Go on," he says.

Not wanting to waste any time, Stephane takes one of Carlos' hands and starts licking the precum from them. Carlos goes insane at the eroticism of the whole situation. As Stephane licks and sucks all of his fingers one by one, the build-up in his crotch seems to rise. He looks down and realizes his precum is now flowing freely, the obvious spot where it's coming from completely visible as the precum is expelled. He feels embarrassed, but he also feels as horny.

As Stephane takes Carlos' other hand, he feels like he might just cum. Doctor Prott does not fail to notice it and leans a bit down.

"Might another shot help, Carlos?" he asks.

"I th-think s-so… doctor," Carlos replies.

"Please, lower your pants," the doctor instructs.

Doctor Prott gets the syringe from his medkit and gives Carlos one more shot in his cockshaft. Carlos moans slightly as the serum enters his system.

"Your dickie's messy too!" Stephane observes.

Doctor Prott chuckles knowing where Stephane is going, "It is, isn't it?"

"Can I clean it too?" Stephan asks grinning.

Carlos opens his eyes beyond any possible way of doing it.

"Go on," Doctor Prott says winking two of his four eyes to Carlos.

Stephane does not wait for any further instruction and goes on his knees. In order not to get his hands all 'messy', he starts by lapping the precum in Carlos's shaft. Carlos has never had any sexual contact, since he was on Earth and kept his sexuality reserved to his fantasies. Doctor Prott knows this and enjoys the sight of his new assistant opening his legs wide for Stephane. Carlos feels in heaven as the young tongue laps the precum from his shaft up.

"Mmphhh!" Carlos goes as the eleven year old tongue reaches his fraenulum, giving him shivers all over.

Stephane seems experienced with his tongue as he goes around Carlos' cockhead trying to lick as much precum as he can, which proves futile since Carlos' rod continues to produce precum, even more precum under the boy's ministrations. A huge dollop of precum rolls down Carlos' shaft and Stephane follows it down.

"Oh, my!" Stephane says, "your lovebutton is messy too!"

And not waiting for approval, the boy's mouth and tongue go straight to Carlos' asshole. Carlos gasps as he feels the young tongue exploring his ass. It's just too much for him to take, even with the shot Doctor Prott has administered. Luckily for him, his ecstasy is interrupted by a soft alarm accompanied of a green light bathing the lounge for a brief five seconds.

"Milking shift is over," Doctor Prott says, "Come, Carlos, let me walk you through the next shift."

When Carlos stands up and pulls his uniform up, his boner is far more evident than before and his precum flow is now continuous. The door to the milking room slides open and Doctor Prott walks alongside his assistant. A screen next to the door blinks alive showing:

MILKING STATION 1
 
Stephane
Dante
Micah

MILKING STATION 2
 
Roman
Tommy
Alec

As Carlos enters the milking room following Doctor Prott, he looks upon the milking stations for the first time. Each station is comprised of a thick column which holds three plain seats and Carlos fails to see how they might be milking chairs. Doctor Prott grins as he sees the confusion in his assistant's eyes, but asks him to watch as each boy takes his place.

Carlos is starting to develop a special interest in little Stephane, so he focuses on the boy. As the eleven year older takes his place with his arms placed behind his back, the magic begins. From the upper structure where the milking chair hangs, a strange red substance starts falling down over the boy. Once the substance has fallen up to the boy's waist, it starts shaping around the boy and solidifying. The final result is Stephane covered in a sort of organic armor which makes movement impossible, leaving his face, pectorals and torso free.

"What you are seeing now," Doctor Prott says, "Is a technology I developed from the Renoxamorph organic plasma. Originally from the Renoxamorph homeworld, the organic plasma comes from a living organism which traps its prey in an armor of sorts so it can feed on them."

Once in place, Stephane opens his legs wide and the seat liquefies in order to leave the boy's asshole exposed. The seat then covers his waist clamping around it in a belt-fashion. At the same time, his thighs, knees and ankles are secured by plasma. Stephane is completely immobile and ready to be milked, as are the other five boys.

Carlos' cock is still rock hard. The precum stain has not only covered all his cock, but it has spread in such a way that cock, balls and most of his thigh are now completely visible, the precum flowing freely now as a steady slow fountain from his pee slit.

Two cables come from under Stephane then. Each cable has a suction cap, pretty much like the ones used for nipples, but much larger. Each one of the caps attaches to Stephen's developed testicles applying suction, so that half of each testicle is sucked inside the cap. Once in place, several tiny needles pierce the boy's testicles and start running inside his scrotum branching in. The visual effect is like a web of tree roots inside each of the boy's nuts. Stephane frowns but cannot scream, shout or even complain, since the organic plasma has solidified around his face and neck, preventing any facial movement.

"What you are seeing now," Doctor Prott explains, "Is also an organic technology I've developed from the Mumble Spider Plant. The Mumble Spider plant is a semen eating organism from my homeworld."

"Semen eating organism?" Carlos asks in shock.

Carlos can tell Stephane is experiencing pain in his nuts, but the boy's rock hard cock starts leaking a heavier flow of precum. Like Doctor Prott said before, it does look like the milking process is a painful one.

"That is correct," Doctor Prott replies, "the Mumble Spider Plant spreads its branches inside its prey's genitals for one single purpose…"

Six similar cables emerge from under the structure, each cable also ends in a tiny needle and they attach to Stephane's cock, one over his glans, one under his fraenelum, one over his cockshaft, one under his cockshaft, and one on each side. Once in place, they start branching inside the boy's cock, giving it the same web-like appearance. Stephane is not only frowning but sweating, his whole body pearled by tiny teen sweat droplets. His cock expels three thick dollops of precum.

"What's the purpose?" Carlos asks.

"To keep the semen flowing once the subject reaches the point of ejaculation."

"I'm not sure I understand," Carlos says.

"It's very simple," Doctor Prott says, "Once the prey's orgasm begins, the branches of the plant will keep him cumming."

"When does it stop?" Carlos asks.

"It doesn't. The Mumble Spider Plant keeps its prey cumming until death. Don't get scared," Doctor Prott says contemplating the scared look in his assistant's eyes, "This is not the original plant, but a technology I based on it."

"I see, the boy's won't be harmed."

"That would be a waste of resources," Doctor Prott says, "once they reach orgasm, the boys will, however, ejaculate for a period of two hours approximately."

Form each testicle cap, one more needle emerges, this one a thick needle. Carlos is now as hard as he will ever get and uncomfortable with all the wetness in his uniform. The whole sadism of the milking process is getting the best of him as it occurs.

"That one needle," Doctor Prott explains, "Will collect raw sperm. As I explained before, the boys enhanced testicles produce so much sperm that at least a third of it has to be drained, to allow the rest to flow normally into their ejaculation."

"Doctor," he says, "I don't think I can handle the milking process. My cock is about to explode."

"No, it's not, Carlos," Doctor Prott replies, "the agent I've injected you with is potent. Now, sit down and enjoy the show. I have to tell you, I designed this technology ten years ago and have been perfecting it ever since, and I never get tired of seeing the boy's being milked."

A transparent cable comes from under the structure, inserting in Stephane's urethral canal as a new structure surrounds the neck of Stephane's glans, slightly strangling the boy's cock. The transparent tube is inserted on one end in the boy's urethra, and connected on the other end to a round crystal sphere container the size of a basketball.

"As you can guess," Doctor Prott says now, "The transparent tube is the cum-collecting sound and the structure surrounding the neck of the glans is an electro stimulant loop."

A couple of cables emerge from the upper structure, each one attaching a suction cap to each of the boy's nipples. From each cap a thin needle emerges, piercing each of the boy's sensitive nipples.

"The nipple needles will be injecting the boys with a serum that will make them extra sensitive, so the nipple caps can stimulate them tenfold. As you well now, this is a particularly sensitive area, which will contribute to the boy's orgasm intensity," Doctor Prott explains.

For a final touch, from under the structure, a penis-shaped metallic dildo emerges and moves towards Stephane's lovely asshole. The dildo pushes against the boy's hole and enters in one thrust, all the way to the hilt. Stephane and all the other boys are now ready for extraction.

"Doctor," Carlos says, "I really don't think I can handle this."

Doctor Prott chuckles, producing one last syringe with the cum-preventing agent.

"Show me your cock one last time, Carlos," he says.

Carlos pulls his pants down exposing his hard rock cock for the CMO. His cock and balls are covered in precum all over. Doctor Prott inserts the needle one more time, giving his assistant a third shot of the wondrous drug. Carlos' pee slit releases a huge dollop of precum as the boy is injected. Carlos moans, noticing the pinching of the needles is no longer a problem. In fact, he thinks the needle pain is somewhat erotic.

"There you are," Doctor Prott says, "You might want to keep your pants down, dear. I think it's less messy that way. Come, let's have a seat and enjoy the milking."

And the process begins. Carlos looks at the dildos moving inside and outside the boys' assholes as their cocks are shocked around the glans neck. He also becomes aware of how their cock and balls jump as the raw sperm is extracted straight from their nuts with the thick needle piercing each nut, and collected in the transparent containers under the testicle suction caps. The boys are now completely covered in sweat as their cockheads jump under the electro loop. Merely ten minutes under stimulation, the boys' expression change as their orgasms start.

Carlos sees the boys' bodies convulse and sweat as their semen starts shooting inside the crystal container. The organic plasma around the boys' neck liquefies to allow the boys to moan at their own discretion. As they start cumming, the black branches of the spider technology start moving about the boys' genitals, giving the impression of squeezing and loosening their grip on the boys' cocks and nuts, forcing the organs to continue working.

Carlos feels his own orgasm build up as the boys' cum keeps flowing inside the containers. The moans of each of the six boys being milked add up to the eroticism of the whole situation making Carlos realize he has just arrived in Paradise. As the boys continue to cum, Carlos stares, feeling a very strong need to masturbate. Doctor Prott, however advises against it.

"I wouldn't want the boys to think you're behaving unprofessionally," Doctor Prott says, "Come behind this panel, if you will."

Carlos walks alongside Doctor Prott and they both stand behind a waist-height control panel.

"That's much better," Doctor Prott says.

As the milkboys' predicament continues, Doctor Prott moves one of his lower hands to Carlos' gorgeous rod and starts jacking his assistant off. Carlos gasps but says nothing feeling the rough texture of the Alyssian's hand, which adds up to the stimulation of his leaking cock. Doctor Prott knows that Carlos won't be able to cum at least for the next three hours, given the amount of the cum-preventing drug he's injected the young man's cock with, but Carlos does not know it, and he lets the doctor manipulate him, thinking his orgasm will hit any time now.

Two hours later, the boys' genitals have given all they can give, and Doctor Prott continues to masturbate a desperate Carlos, who feels at the peak of orgasm but unable to reach it. As the spider branches retreat from the milkboys' cocks and balls, their cocks expels three last spurts of their teen cum, right before the cum collecting sounds retreat from their urethral canals which are now irritated at the abuse.

All of the paraphernalia from the milking station starts going away and the wasted boys come down from their seats. Stephane, a sleepy face with an expression of bliss, turns to look at Doctor Prott and his assistant and grins. The boy can pretty much imagine what's happening behind the control panel.

"Dear," Doctor Prott tells Carlos as the boys start leaving the milking room, "It might be a good idea for you to pull your pants up so we can get going now."

"Ye-yes… d-doc… tor," Carlos replies between gasps and unable to understand why he hasn't been able to ejaculate even when his boss has been manipulating his nineteen year old rod.

Doctor Prott takes his assistant back to his Section 1 lab. Once in the lab, he asks Carlos to lie down on a medbed and his assistant complies. Doctor Prott kindly removes Carlos' uniform pants and the boy gasps as his cock slaps his abs. All of him is a mess of precum and Doctor Prott grins as he takes his assistant's cock in his hand.

"Please, Doctor," Carlos says unable to say anything else.

"Relax, dear," Doctor Prott says, "I'm gonna help you with this problem of yours."

Doctor Prott leans down and starts masturbating Carlos' cock with his upper right hand. With his upper left hand he starts polishing the precum covered cockhead as his lower hands manipulate his assistants well sized nuts.

"D-doc-tor…" Carlos wants to object, but he can't, it's just too much pleasure to handle.

"Relax, my boy," Doctor Prott says as he continues to masturbate the nineteen year older, "Soon you'll feel a lot better."

Doctor Prott leans down and licks at Carlos' sensitive cockhead with his rough scaly Alyssian tongue and the boy moans. Yes, Doctor Prott knows the texture of his reptilian tongue drives most boys crazy, especially those with a sensitive glans. Venturing a bit further, in one quick movement the doctor's tongue goes in and out Carlos' urethra.

"Oh, fuck!" Carlos utters.

Doctor Prott knows he's hit the right button. Now, as he jerks the rod up and down, fondles and squeezes the nuts, and polishes the sensitive cockhead, he also tongue-fucks the oozing pee-slit. Carlos moans and thrashes under the spell of Doctor Prott's sexual prowess.

Doctor Prott enjoys every single moment of the abuse he's subjecting his assistant to, since he's never done it before. Come as a surprise, Doctor Prott has never crossed the line with staff, but there's something in Carlos that has made him behave as unprofessionally as he has all through the day. He likes Carlos, and he likes him a lot.

"D-doc…" Carlos utters unable to finish.

Doctor Prott knows what's going on as he feels Carlos' rod throb incessantly in his hands. He retreats his tongue from the boy's pee-hole in order to let the cum flow freely. Carlos starts cumming as Doctor Prott engulfs the boy's sensitive cockhead in his Alyssian mouth. Carlos thrashes and moans as his spunk is shot directly into his boss' mouth. Ten, elven, twelve, thirteen spurts and the young man keeps cumming. Maybe Doctor Prott should've told his assistant that the cum preventing drug would have that effect as well.

"Holy shit!" Carlos says as his twentieth and last rope of cum is shot in Doctor Prott's mouth.

Doctor Prott releases his assistant's cock and chuckles slightly. He approaches the boy's face and pats his cheeks as he looks into the boy's eyes.

"I didn't know you could cum that much, dear," he says.

Carlos blushes madly at the remark, since he didn't know either.

"Doctor, I… uh… I'm sorry… I…"

"You don't have to apologize, Carlos," Doctor Prott says, "I've certainly enjoyed it myself."

Carlos sits on the medbed and looks at the Alyssian.

"Doctor?" he says.

"Yes, Carlos?"

"I just wanted to say thank you," the assistant says blushing, "It was the best orgasm of my life."

"You don't have to thank me, dear," Doctor Prott replies, "I'm here to help you every time you need it. I'd be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy it."

"You did?"

"My boy," Doctor Prott says, "I'd do this on a daily basis if you wanted me to. My door will always be open to you on these matters. Now, it's time for us to have dinner before we unplug Stage 4 cute Joey."

Carlos nods and stands up in order to comply. He certainly loves being Doctor Prott's CMA even though it's barely his first day. He now knows The Complex is where he belongs.