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 Draining the Sire, Part 1

   by donnylaja



   Angela blinked herself awake, and found herself looking up in the
semi-darkness at the drop ceiling and the dark silhouette of turned-off
fluorescent lights.  As she stretched she felt herself on a mattress with a
slipcover and no blankets.  A slight waft of air over her nipples made her
head rise up with alarm and look down toward her feet.  She was naked!

   She sat up suddenly, feeling the slipcover shift under her bare butt,
and wrapped her arms around her breasts and pulled her knees up to her
chin. She always slept in pajamas and socks, under sheets and a blanket. 
Now she had no covering at all.  It was a very uncomfortable feeling.  What
am I doing here?  What is this place?  Why am I naked?

   As her eyes got used to the darkness, she saw Kai-Kai lying next to her
-- the Sire . . .  the cute 18-year-old boy, naked as always, sound asleep,
legs unashamedly splayed apart, the long, soft penis lying quietly along
his thin torso, reaching up past his navel, and down below, the large heavy
testicles hanging down to touch the mattress.  Sleeping without covers just
as he did in his own bedroom.

   This familiar sight was the only comforting thing though.  She saw that
they were in a hallway of a school.  There was a quality of smallness about
it; maybe a middle school, or a high school.  Actually they were in the
intersection of two long hallways, right in the middle of the school. 
Along the hallways were doors, as if leading to offices or classrooms, rows
of lockers along the walls, and alcoves branching off to a cafeteria, a
gym, an auditorium.  At the ends of the hallways she saw double doors
leading outside.  It wasn't night out there, it was apparently around dawn.

   Looking past the boy sleeping peacefully next to her, she saw a
freestanding shower head and pipe, with no curtains around it.  A toilet,
with no stall around it.  Two desks with books on them.  And a couch.  No
dressers -- in fact no clothes anywhere, or anything that could be used to
keep clothes in.  It was all out in the open; they could hide no part of
themselves.  She also saw that their entire "room" was on a platform about
three feet from the floor, as if to put them on better display for all to
see.

   She was hoping this was a dream but couldn't avoid realizing what all
this meant.  Everyone else walked around fully clothed but she and Kai-Kai
lived a naked life.  They simply didn't own any clothing or footwear.  They
were students here, but they walked around naked and barefoot, went to
classes naked, slept naked in public, pooped and showered in full view . .
. How long had they lived like this?  Why was it just the two of them?

   She gingerly stood up, her toes curling over the ledge, hands still over
her breasts and crotch, to more fully take in her predicament.  Then she
noticed something else.  Her body was different.  She removed her hands and
looked down.  She was slender, thinly muscled, and with an over-all tan. 
Like Kai-Kai.  And sensuously built, with round hips and a tiny waist and a
concave tummy.  Her breasts seemed bigger, more so because her nipples were
big and hard and brown as if tanned by the sun and toughened by exposure to
the elements.  Her pubic hair was lush and fluffy, as if used to the open
air.  And somehow she felt strong, vital, alive.  Oddly she could tell in
her nipples that it was going to rain today.  Her feet were strong looking,
tanned and broad, toes spread out, with tough soles.  Her body looked like
she had never worn clothes or shoes in her entire life.  Like Kai-Kai.

   She was hoping it was the weekend but somehow she knew it was a school
day.  And now the dull light through the doorways got lighter.  The loud
clunk of a big master switch echoed somewhere, and the fluorescent lights
buzzed and gradually lit up the hallways.  Now the double doors opened and
through them came Angela's friends from high school -- Aisha, Rebecca and
Gretchen!  Probably showing up for pre-school band practice.  Bookbags over
their shoulders, carrying their little clarinet and flute cases, chatting
like they always did in those days, except Angela wasn't with them like
before.  And they didn't look like they did then.  They all looked Angela's
age, 22. . .  Now more students came in behind them, and the shuffling of
feet and hubbub of chatting grew louder as she heard more kids -- or
actually not kids -- coming into the school from the other entrances. 
Angela laid herself down on the bed, facing Kai-Kai, knowing she could not
go back to sleep in her naked, unblanketed state, but at least she could
have her back to them . . .

   .  .  .  .

   The wet snow splished under Angela's boots as she emerged from her dorm.
She took a deep breath of the cold, humid air as if trying to flush another
one of those "naked in high school with Kai-Kai" dreams out of her head. 
She straightened her jacket and her snow pants, rearranged her earmuffs,
put her gloves on and watched the condensed exhales coming out of her
mouth. She started her way to Rodney Street and said to herself: What do
these dreams mean?  She was engaged to Michael, who was away at school in
Hong Kong, but like many women here in the Semillas University community,
she was "in love" with the Sire.  So that accounted in a way for the
dreams. But why did they have to be so unsettling?  And explicit??

   Typical for this part of northern California, it had snowed the day
before, then warmed up during the night, creating an early morning fog all
over campus that was bone-chilling even though the temperature was above
freezing.  Angela felt like she was the only person on the planet as she
carefully clumped through the sloppy soft snow without being able to see
anything except the slush immediately beneath her feet.  The fog and the
snow sucked up all the sound and all she could hear was her boots on the
snow and her own breathing.  Occasionally a ghostly figure would
materialize in front of her and pass her on the path.  Fortunately she knew
the way to Kai-Kai's house by heart by now.

   As part of the medical team she was now rotated to help out with a Lab 6
draining.  The drainings were on Sunday mornings, the one day of the week
when no impregs were scheduled, and were designed to exercise and increase
the Sire's capacity by inducing as many ejaculations as he could give
within the shortest possible time.  Usually they were informal affairs,
done in warm weather out on the soccer field, or in cold weather in
someone's house.  Once every six weeks they were in Lab 6 of San Beueno
Hall (the medical school building) so that measurements could be taken as
to volume and sperm count.  It was customary for the medical team
technician to collect Kai-Kai from his house and walk with him to the lab.

   She turned onto Rodney Street, and the modest house that was the home of
Professor Elting Schreiber of the Foreign Language Department, Ellen
Schreiber of the Biology Department, and their adopted son, the Sire,
though his given name was Khalil, and everyone still called him by his
childhood nickname, Kai-Kai.  Checking her cell phone she saw that she was
right on time -- 7:15 a.m.  She was welcomed in by Kai-Kai's parents, who
were leaving to go to a conference down in Redding.  Glad to be in from the
cold, she took off her coat and hat and gloves and walked through the
modestly but tastefully decorated little house to the dining room, where
she saw the Sire, and his older sister Elaine, and to her surprise,
Marikit, the cute Pilipino freshman who was his undeclared but devoted
girlfriend.

   They were at the end of breakfast, Elaine and Marikit finishing off eggs
and pancakes.  Elaine offered Angela a muffin.  She declined, though she
was sure it was delicious.  Of course this breakfast was made by Kai-Kai,
who loved to cook and was great at it.  Another of his stereotypical
feminine talents.  His pancakes, part whole wheat and part rye, were
locally famous.  The gentle freshman boy was a born housewife.  Yet on this
morning Kai-Kai himself, getting ready for his draining, was restricted to
his protein and zinc milkshake.  It stood half-finished next to his laptop.
As always his bare skin, with its all-over "winter tan", contrasted with
the clothes worn by everyone else.

   He was busy on something and from his first words Angela knew what it
was.  "But eukaryotes are -- "

   "What we call plants and animals," Elaine said.  Elaine was visiting
this weekend, off from her residency in internal medicine at a hospital in
Red Bluff.  Kai-Kai, whatever his other misfortunes in life, was lucky to
have a mother and a sister as doctors, to help him with his Freshman
Biology homework.  Ironic, everyone knew, since his own biology was studied
so intensely and continuously.

   "And prokaryotes are -- what?"

   "Bacteria and archaea."

   "Archaea -- one - celled?"

   "Yes, but they don't have to be."

   Kai-Kai sighed and took another sip of his shake.  Then skillfully
tapped on the keyboard.  His touch typing was perfect.  In a previous life
he could have been a secretary -- another traditionally feminine talent. 
Angela heard sliding and clicking from below and knew it was the boy's toes
operating the mouse which he had placed on the floor.  Ordinarily a mouse
slows down a fast typist, but never having worn shoes, Kai-Kai had learned
to use his feet almost like hands.

   Finally staring at the screen he said, "I'm sorry but. . .  this so
confusing." Biology was a required subject for freshmen.  Kai-Kai had no
knack for it.  His major was Library Science, with a minor in Dance.

   Elaine said, "It has to do with cell structure.  Not outside
appearance."

   "Are they all diploid?"

   "No.  Chromosomes are only in eukaryotes."

   "But they all have DNA."

   "In prokaryotes they'd be haploid.  Like your sperm."

   Angela thought this was meant as a joke -- Kai-Kai had the most
important and minutely studied sperm in the world -- but the boy just
knitted his brow and kept typing.  Then he looked up at the clock. 
"Thanks, Lainie." He shut down his laptop, brought the mouse up onto the
table, finished his shake, and collected everyone's dishes and went to the
sink.  It seemed unfair for the cook to also clean up, but it was just
something that Kai-Kai did.  A born housewife, cooking and cleaning.

   Angela looked at the naked boy from behind as he used the gritty sponge
to clean the dishes.  It was a beautiful body as nature intended,
uninterrupted from his short hair down to his tough soles, a light all-over
tan (it got darker in the summer), his body thin but lightly muscled.  He
was a little short for his age, though at 18 this was probably as tall as
he was going to get.  If she looked closely between his legs she could see
his soft penis poking down, pressed against the cabinet below, the glans
almost halfway to his knees.  What a wonderful male body.  Angela chided
herself.  She was told over and over: Don't fall in love with the Sire. 
But she couldn't help herself.  Though it was a kind of puppy love.  She
was in love with his cuteness and gentleness.  She was still engaged, to
Michael, who was currently in Hong Kong working on his degree in
International Finance.  She texted with Michael almost every day and it
always brought back memories.  They both came from traditional Chinese
families and their pairing was arranged, albeit informallly, by their
respective parents, but they also loved each other and had a lot of good
memories of their times together.  But it was like memories of another
world.  Her world now was the world of the Project, an expanding worldwide
network, and here at Semillas University she was at the very center of it.

   The Project was tremendously important for mankind.  Kai-Kai had a
unique gene in his DNA.  Though his own blood was ordinary, his children's
blood plasma would contain the long-sought-after immuno-restorative gene,
from which a vaccine would be made which would save tens of millions of
lives on a worldwide basis.  That is, if the "25 - 25" goal was reached --
Kai-Kai inseminating 25,000 women by the time of his 25th birthday.  But
the people in this house at the center of it all were laid-back, no sense
of crisis, no stressing under any crushing burden.  They were happy people
and it was actually a pretty ordinary scene, considering.

   Marikit's pursuit of Kai-Kai was an example.  Angela looked over
discreetly and saw that she was watching the naked boy too, with young lust
tempered by her strict upbringing.  Marikit adored Kai-Kai; they went
together to all types of events, and their relationship was so cute and
innocent that it made older people joke about being nauseated by it.  Such
obvious virgins, testing the waters of romance for the first time.  Odd to
think of Kai-Kai as a virgin -- he had ejaculated into thousands of women
who came here from all parts of the world, and at last count had fathered
1,875 children -- but everyone did, because mentally that's what he was. 
He had never had a sexual relationship.

   His cute girlfriend stood up, with difficulty, as Kai-Kai dried his
hands on the washcloth and came over to her.  He looked at her with a
complicated glance and turned his back to her.  Then, realizing something,
he said, "Sorry, Marikit."

   "It's o.k.", the Pilipino girl said.

   And now to Angela's surprise the naked boy crawled on top of the table,
got up there on all fours, and placed his head down as he reached back with
his hands to spread his butt cheeks.  Marikit explained, "I hurt my knee in
basketball yesterday so I can't bend down to put the plug in," as she
limped toward the head of the table.  Angela detected the aroma of a
coconut enema as the Sire spread his anus for all to see.  Just another
daily event at the Schreiber house, their naked son spreading his butt for
the world.  Angela knew what was coming, though: the first part of today's
draining, specifically the draining of the Sire's pre-ejaculatory fluid,
though everyone used the much shorter slang expression, "pre-cum".

   Part 2

   She was relieved that Marikit would do it and not herself.  She had read
about this plug thing and did not want to be the one to subject Kai-Kai to
such discomfort.  The plug would lodge just inside his anus for thirty
minutes, feeling like a gigantic rock-hard turd that he couldn't quite
expel, excruciating for this unfortunate boy.  But he and Marikit had been
through this process many times and took it in stride.  Marikit got the box
off the shelf and opened it.  Out came a green, oval latex plug, four
inches long and two across, but with a depth of only one inch, and a wide
three-inch flange for resting against the outside of the Sire's sphincter.
Otherwise the natural motion of his internal muscles would suck the plug
further into his rectum.  Attached to the "rear" of the plug, behind the
flange, was a three-foot long wire with a remote control at the end. 
Marikit checked the batteries by pressing a button.  The plug vibrated in
her hand.  Using the little touchscreen on the remote she moved her finger
around and they could see the vibrations travelling around the
circumference of the plug.  Another button controlled vibration intensity.
Marikit turned it all the way up so that the plug danced violently until it
jumped out of her hand; fortunately Angela caught it.

   Marikit wasn't part of the medical team and had no training in medicine
(her major was Geology).  But she was dedicated to Kai-Kai and to helping
him out, so the Project trained her in some non-medical tasks and she even
put her stamp on some things.  The "condom cap" was an example.  As Marikit
took the rolled-up cap out of the box Angela noticed it had some kind of
decoration painted on it, probably Marikit's doing.

   Elaine, who had gone upstairs, returned in heavy outdoor gear, carrying
hiking boots with her.  To no one in particular she said, "I'm going up to
Shasta today with the crew," meaning her friends from the hospital.  She
sat at the other end of the table, the end that Kai-Kai was facing.

   Meanwhile Angela and Marikit trained their eyes on the Sire's proffered
anus as Marikit got out the lube and the "antiseptic tissues" (a.k.a.  baby
wipes).  Surprisingly she didn't use latex gloves; she put the lube on her
bare fingers.  Now she lovingly draped one arm across the boy's butt to
steady him, probably unnecessarily, as she placed the tip of her lubed
middle finger against the sphincter and Kai-Kai inhaled.  It was perfectly
clean, Kai-Kai having thoroughly irrigated himself with scented soapy
enemas upon awakening.  Marikit turned her finger inside her boyfriend,
swept it around the rectal walls, causing Kai-Kai to inhale sharply, and
then added her index finger.  She did it so tenderly that it seemed like a
lover's caress.

   "Mmmm, you smell good," Marikit said in a soft voice, squeezing his butt
cheek with her other hand.  "I thought you were out of coconut."

   "Mayree -- unhh -- gave it to me after class -- yesterday," the naked
boy grunted.  His knees were well apart and they could see his penis and
testicles swaying ponderously.

   Marikit gave Angela a crooked smile.  "She's my competition." Everyone
knew Mayree, a chubby black girl who was active in student government.

   Kai-Kai laughed softly, a laugh that Marikit could feel on her fingers
as his internal muscles moved.

   Elaine, who was talking to the other end of Kai-Kai, namely his face,
said, "Bro, why don't you come with us next Saturday?  They could compress
the impregs for you, leave you with six hours in the middle of the day."

   Marikit lubed up the plug and gently pushed it against the boy's anus,
pointing it in along its narrow axis.  He gasped and closed his eyes as he
continued to rest his face against the table.  As she carefully wedged more
of the oblong plug through the expanding anal aperture, the boy took some
deep breaths.  His toes twitched and squirmed.

   Now he answered his big sister.  "I d - don't want to d - disrupt the
schedule -- ohh . . .  " Kai-Kai had a very experienced anus and rectum, of
course.  He was used to accepting large objects inside him, always with
people around watching.  When the plug was halfway in, up to the flange,
Marikit twisted it the other way to get the rest of the four-inch long side
in.  Finally the last of the oblong plug popped inside.  Marikit pulled on
the flange to make sure the plug was properly seated.  Kai-Kai gulped and
took another deep breath.

   Elaine said, with exasperation, "You always let them do this to you.  I
KNOW you want to go hiking up on those snow trails.  You know perfectly
well that the workout will keep you warm." She laced up her boots
aggressively as if to substitute for raising her voice.

   Angela knew this was a common theme.  Kai-Kai's sister, and their
parents, thought he was too accommodating of the Project's demands.  He had
his own wants and desires but was too modest to make them known.  Instead
he ejaculated seven times a day into the assigned women at the assigned,
strictly regular times, whereas with just a little nudge from him the
schedule could be tweaked to give him time for some adventure.  Elaine even
once claimed the Project was "emasculating" him, and told her little
brother to "strap on a pair!", odd phrases to use with the Sire.

   "Good job Kai-Kai!" Marikit said, satisfied with the insertion of the
plug, patting the nude boy gently on the butt, as he pushed his upper body
up with his hands to get back on all fours.  To Angela it was a little too
much like patting a dog for doing a trick.  But it was with love and
affection.  Now with a firm grip on the flange she slowly turned the plug
inside him.  "Y - yes," the boy said, and she stopped.  He had been trained
to be attuned to his inner glands (what Project nurses, among themselves,
referred to as "Kai-Kai's moonscape", because when Kai-Kai was opened up
with a speculum for the weekly exam those inner bumps looked like the
surface of the moon).  He could tell that the plug was now resting against
his Cowper's glands, which generated the pre-cum and would now be under
constant stimulation.

   "I'll -- think about it," Kai-Kai said to his sister, as he got off the
table, a little awkwardly now with the huge plug stopping his anus, and
stood to face the two clothed young women.  They looked down at his penis,
which due to the stimulation of rectal insertion, and also due to Kai-Kai
being a teenage boy and it being early morning, was now at almost full
erection.

   Marikit handed the feather to Angela, who gently teased it across the
top of the long, wide shaft, then teased along the underside, then down
across the bottoms of the goose-egg-sized testicles, then the underside
again, and finally across the glans.  After much experimentation this had
become the accepted way to get the Sire's penis erect for the condom cap.

   After a few passes, acccompanied by the boy's heavier breathing, the
penis stood out hard and straight, aroused to its full 9.1 inches in length
and a bit over two inches in diameter.  Statistically in terms of length,
girth and volume, Kai-Kai's penis was perhaps one in 50,000, almost four
standard deviations from the mean.  It looked even more outsized on his
slender teenage body.  Indeed, its dimensions, unanticipated by the Project
planners, had necessitated significant changes in the selection and
orientation of the women he was to impregnate.  The testicles,
proportionally just as huge, gently swayed below.

   The glans, purplish brown, was about the size and shape of a plum. 
Kai-Kai steadied the thick root of what might be called "the Project's
penis" -- in a sense it didn't really belong to the boy -- with both hands
as Marikit skillfully stretched on the condom cap.  Specially made for
Kai-Kai's dimensions, it fit snugly over the last two and a half inches,
the elastic ring clasping the end of the thick shaft just behind the glans
so that the cap wouldn't slip off.  The expanded reservoir tip, the size of
Marikit's index finger, matched up evenly with the wide hole of his meatus.

   Elaine, in her coat and ready to go, came over to see how the condom cap
fitted.  She had seen this task many times but this time noticed something
different.

   "See what I did?" Marikit said proudly.  She placed a hand under the
glans to move the penis in Elaine's direction; Kai-Kai's glans was so large
that it almost filled up the palm of her smallish hand.  The condom cap
sported a delicately painted flower, centered on the reservoir tip, with
the bright yellow petals extending back over the glans, as if grasping it.
She then turned the penis toward Angela, who couldn't help but laugh.

   Kai-Kai inquisitively looked down and picked up the Project's penis so
that the glans was facing him.  The penis was so long that it extended up
past his navel.  He smiled.  "That's very pretty!"

   For a moment the four stood there looking at the boy's glans, admiring
Marikit's handiwork.  "Is that a sunflower?" Kai-Kai said.  "Yes," Marikit
said.  She turned to Angela and said, "Last time I painted a smiling sun.
Always something bright and happy." Angela and Elaine rolled their eyes at
each other.  This couple was so cute and innocent that it really was
nauseating.  "Kai-Kai, you'll be the best dressed guy on campus today!"

   Even Elaine joined in the laughter.  A latex cap temporarily covering
the end of his penis was the only "clothing" the boy ever wore.

   Since Angela would be accompanying Kai-Kai to Lab 6 she was the one who
picked up the remote control.  She turned it on and moved her finger around
the touch screen.  "Th - that's good," Kai-Kai said suddenly, as he was
brought to the edge of orgasm without being allowed to go over.  Her finger
stopped immediately.  As the three watched, the glans expanded, stretching
the latex of the cap, the meatus distending widely, and then a clear drop
dripped out of the gaping "pee-hole".  Now a second drop appeared.  They
gathered at the bottom of the finger-sized reservoir.  A normal teenage boy
would find this as excruciating as the anal plug, desperately desiring
immediate orgasm.  But Kai-Kai was used to the Project manipulating his
body this way.

   "Good, Kai-Kai!" Marikit enthused.  "You're my man!" She hugged his bare
shoulders then went to get her coat.  It was time for them to go.  "Got to
dress for church," she said.  She was beaten to the door by Elaine, who
said, "Well see you," and tromped out of the house in her boots.

   The naked boy waited patiently, holding the remote, as the two young
women, already well clothed, bundled up in their coats and hats and gloves.
A moment later the three of them were standing ankle-deep in the slushy
snow outside.  Though in Kai-Kai's case his ankles were bare.  He was quite
unconcerned with the damp cold, having grown used to it during a lifetime
without clothes.  Accepting a final hug from his girlfriend, who went off
in the other direction, the young Sire with the plug wedged uncomfortably
inside him turned his bare footsteps through the snow toward San Beueno
Hall, followed closely by Angela, who was back holding the remote and
careful to leave a lot of slack in the three-foot wire that went into his
butt.

   Part 3

   As they trudged through the fog and the wet snow, there was no sound
except the splishing of her boots and the more delicate swishing of his
bare feet.  She kept close next to him, holding the remote, ready to
increase or decrease the plug vibrations as needed.  The prearranged signal
was for him to point his finger up when his arousal was subsiding, and
point down if it got too intense.  The trick was to keep him at the brink
of orgasm but not go over.  If he did -- if he came -- Angela would feel
terrible.  It would ruin the main purpose of the draining.  He had to stay
right at the brink, to maximize the pre-cum he would produce.

   As they walked onto campus he pointed up.  Then down again.  Then an
"OK" sign with his thumb and index finger.

   She kept thinking that this must be excruciating and frustrating for the
poor boy.  Always kept on the brink of orgasm, not allowed to go over, and
with a huge plug wedged inside him that he must continually feel like
expelling.

   They strode through the bone-chilling dampness, the naked boy seemingly
unconcerned with the cold, holding his huge erection in front of him, as if
the bright flower painted over his glans were a flashlight helping them
through the fog.  Angela reflected on draining the Sire's Cowper's glands,
whether it was strictly necessary.  She read about the issue being debated
back and forth in the Draining Committee memos she had read in the "Sire
Collection", the huge archive of Project materials on file at the library.
On the one hand, the Cowper fluid made up almost all the "pre-cum" but
hardly any of the "load".  (She increasingly found herself thinking in the
more informal terms people used; it was hard not to, since these terms were
shorter.) On the other hand, it served to alkalize the uterus, and since
the drainings were designed to build up Kai-Kai's loads, his pre-cum should
be built up also.  She smiled as she thought of that Draining Committee. 
It was the most contentious committee by far, and its memos took up more of
the Collection than any other.  Even the idea of a weekly draining was
controversial.  A small minority of the committee thought Kai-Kai should
just be given a rest on Sundays, and a larger minority thought the draining
should be limited to two or three ejaculations, and only on the occasional
Sunday in Lab 6.  Of course, the women who drained him on the non-lab
Sundays were rabid for his semen; they liked to think of it as a youth
potion (or a facial cream), though they loved him so much they would have
prized it anyway.  Kai-Kai was well aware of this, so there was no question
about him always making himself available.  Despite Elaine's concerns as to
his lack of free time, Kai-Kai hated to disappoint anyone.  So on the
non-lab Sundays he allowed himself to get drained.

   Now the Sire, his feet splashing into a shallow puddle of freezing
water, waved with his free hand at a couple of his dance major buddies who
were going to an early morning stretch class.  They looked down and smiled
appreciatively at the flower design.  Angela carefully kept close, not
wanting the wire to get taut and yank on that uncomfortable stopper that
was pressing on the boy's anus from within, creating the strong desire to
expel it.  Though the sensation must be excruciating, or at least
incredibly frustrating, Kai-Kai was used to it.  She thought of the weekly
inspections, how he was kept at the very brink of orgasm for half an hour
while his prostatic and seminal fluids were milked, and after all that
being kept on the edge he was still not allowed to "come".  But he took it
all in stride.  He knew that within a couple of hours at the next impreg he
would be allowed to orgasm, and that due to being kept on edge the orgasm
would be unusually powerful.  Similarly, he knew that this morning the
stopper would be removed in a few minutes.  It was all part of the total
trust he placed in the Project's handling of him.

   Now the dance major buddies, Rosa and Duvon and Eddie and Jill, came
over to admire the flower design on the condom cap more closely.  He held
the glans so they could see it better.  When Kai-Kai said it was Marikit's
idea they laughed and made jokes about how nauseatingly cheerful she was.
Kai-Kai smiled tolerantly.  They parted and once again Angela followed him
close with the remote.

   The wire was, of course, low-tech.  The remote was originally wireless
but last winter there was some interference, probably from a cell phone,
and the plug suddenly vibrated so intensely while he was crossing the quad
that not only did the boy come, he came again and again, unable to stop. 
He screamed as semen splashed all over the snow.  Finally Regina, who was
on rotation at the time, had to wrench the plug out, none too gently.  As a
crowd gathered they saw him stuffing snow into his rectum to numb the pain
in his sphincter.  The draining had to be cancelled and his anus hurt all
week.  Fortunately he managed to do all his impregs.  But the Draining
Committee quickly had to engineer a remote with a wire.

   She wondered if he ever thought about the Draining Committee.  Or all
the other machinery of the Project.  It had offices all over the world,
liaising with governments, monitoring the P-6's (the women who were
carrying Kai-Kai's babies to term) and the P-7's (who had given birth and
were raising his children as their own).  It probably had hundreds of
employees, a budget easily into the millions.  All of it originated from,
and was sustained and nourished by, this gentle boy's testicles.

   And the owner of those testicles could ask any question he wanted.  The
Project made most of its committee memos available and gave the impression
of transparency, but in fact there were levels of security clearance.  Mr.
Alkaras the Chairman of the Board, and Ms.  Canworthy the Home Coordinator,
and maybe a couple of others, had Level 1 clearance.  Angela and the other
students on the medical team were way down, Level 6.  There were only a few
things they had access to that the general public did not -- the
calibration formula for the arousal meter, for example, that they used
during inspections, though she wondered why that wasn't general knowledge
too.

   But Kai-Kai was the only one whose clearance was "Level Zero" -- "No
restrictions".  Probably it was just out of a sense of rough justice --
after all, it was his body, and it was his ejaculations that fueled the
Project, as if it were a giant spaceship that ran on his shots of semen --
but under Project rules the Sire, and only the Sire, had permission to ask
any question of anyone, walk into any meeting, look at any documents he
wanted.  Angela was pretty sure the naked teenage boy never availed himself
of this unique privilege.  He showed up at the occasional Board meeting
when asked, shyly saying nothing, but according to his mother he had never
been to any committee meeting.  Organizationally it as if the Project went
on without him.  It would be interesting to see him attend a Draining
Committee meeting, and hear his ejaculations discussed and debated, with
him sitting there nakedly in their midst.  If he told them what it felt
like to be drained, they might learn something.  But with this boy's
modesty and shyness -- he might think his comments were getting in the way
of their work!

   What did it feel like to be drained?  Angela had never seen a draining
yet but she had read the descriptions of the Lab drainings in the memos in
the "Sire Collection".  She tried to imagine the female equivalent --
hooked up to a machine that forced orgasm after orgasm out of her.  She
couldn't imagine it.  In fact Kai-Kai's entire life as a Sire was not
imaginable.  It probably explained why there was always something
unknowable about him, something hidden.  Nobody else could know what it was
like to go around totally naked when everyone else is fully clothed, even
in freezing weather like today, to have your genitals and even the interior
of your rectum on display, public knowledge, to have your orgasms recorded
in public, or to ejaculate into seven new women every day on a strict
schedule.  One couldn't probe his personality, of course.  His mother made
sure the Project never tried any therapy on him, just periodic standardized
tests.  He of all people was entitled to his private inner psychological
space.  They also made sure he could live like a normal teenager, and
pursue his studies as a freshman at Semillas University, to the extent his
duties as Sire allowed.  His mother and sister said they watched him
closely (though discreetly) and they hadn't seen any signs that he was
troubled.  His serene happiness was probably genuine, despite his unique
life.

   Still -- Angela was burning to ask him questions.  Last week she had sat
in on the Human Biology 101 course for the unit dealing with the male
reproductive system.  It was the day for Kai-Kai to "demonstrate" so
everyone was there.  The huge lecture room was packed.  Kai-Kai had always
allowed his body to be displayed and examined and of course his presence on
campus as a student offered the college biology department a unique
teaching opportunity.  He got up on the table so that every part of his
reproductive apparatus could be put on display, from the front of his glans
to the seminal vesicles way up in his rectum.  For this last part he bent
over and accepted the speculum which kept his anus widely stretched open.
Of course Kai-Kai was the ideal subject, not only because of his
unfamiliarity with bodily shame, but because the hugeness of his apparatus
made it easier to disply.  In total volume it was about four times the size
of the average adult man's, even though the rest of his body was a little
smaller and thinner than average for a boy his age.  The Prof was aware
that Kai-Kai was a little self-conscious of his size and was careful not to
mention it.

   Angela wondered what the boy was thinking as he was put on display and
so intimately probed.  The freshmen formed lines and one by one felt the
various zones of his penis, his testicles (two lines, one for each), then
with latex gloves on peered into his irrigated rectum and touched his
innner structures.  The boy must feel their breaths on the sensitive
underside of his penis, on his testicles, and behind, curling up into his
rectum.  Unavoidably he would get aroused and they would all see -- from
inches away -- the signs.  The hardening, expanding penis, the growing
bumps inside his rectum, his little gasps, suppressed by his natural
politness but still audible, the scent of pheromones.  Then the feathers
would come out and he was stimulated further so that they could all see his
glans expanding to the size of a plum, the wide hole of the meatus, and
then his pre-cum dripping out and down onto the lab table.  He was brought
to the edge of orgasm but of course he was not allowed to ejaculate. 
Except for the drainings, his sperm was strictly reserved for impregs. 
Though possibly in the future an impreg could take place on that very table
for educational purposes, if the woman was willing.

   Some of the students were in other classes of his, friends of his,
people he saw every day.  After this session he would hang out with them
like always.  Was this demonstration of Kai-Kai's reproductive system ever
mentioned then?  For reasons Angela couldn't identify, she was sure it
wasn't.

   All the time he was being handled and poked and examined, he was looking
expressionlessly out the window, at the people walking on the quad.  People
whose "private parts" were really private, uncovered only in the shower, or
maybe while making love or masturbating in the privacy of their rooms. 
People who wore clothes and shoes.  "Wearing something" was something
Kai-Kai could never do.  Angela wanted to ask, "What are you thinking about
right now, Kai-Kai?" Did the boy have any idea what it felt like to wear
clothes?  Did he ever want to wear any?  He had learned to suppress
shivering, but surely on those cold blustery days, tromping barefoot and
naked next to his bundled-up friends, he had to feel some kind of envy.  Or
maybe not.  Maybe he really had learned to not feel the cold.  Some kind of
magic.

   Indeed, Kai-Kai was "magical" in another sense, as to his dimensions, to
hear Shonda tell it.  Shonda was another member of the medical team and was
mathematically inclined.  She pointed out that, from penis to testicles to
prostate to seminal vesicles, the parts of the boy's reproductive system
had the same shape as the average man's; they were simply about four times
as voluminous (actually a bit more).  Which worked out to a length ratio of
1.62, which happened to be what was known as the "golden ratio".

   Shonda explained it carefully one night at their favorite pizza place in
town.  "If you put Kai-Kai's erect penis next the average adult man's, the
ratio is the same as the ratio of both added up, next to Kai-Kai's penis."
Mikhail, another member of the team, said "What?" Angela wasn't too clear
on it either.  So Shonda said, "The average man's penis length, times 1.62,
equals Kai-Kai's.  Kai-Kai's, times 1.62, equals the man's and his penises
added together. . .  The same can be said as all the other dimensions:
penile girth, the diameter of the testicles, or the prostate, and so on."
To Shonda, at least, this was another sign that the boy was magically
unique in ways other than his DNA.  "I never heard of the golden ratio,"
Mikhail said.  "It's used in art," Shonda said.  "It's considered
esthetically pleasing." Angela smirked.  She wondered if they could get
some average sized man to stand with his erection tip-to-tip with Kai-Kai's
so that Shonda could demonstrate this principle for (say) an art class. 
Probably not.

   As they walked, Kai-Kai continued to hold his penis in front of him. 
Angela supposed that an erect penis as heavy as Kai-Kai's would exert a lot
of torque and would hurt if it swung from side to side.  Kind of like her
friend Marisol with the huge breasts, who had to hold them when she ran
because they hurt when they bounced around.  Now she and Kai-Kai walked
onto the quad.  Here the snow had been cleared and it was just cold wet
concrete.  The coffee shop was already open, with the usual Sunday morning
early risers.  Kai-Kai waved to a couple of his fellow Library Science
majors.  Now Professor Harald Lindemann approached them, a short old guy
with a mustache, followed by Associate Dean of Students Karasik, a man of
about 45 who looked like he used to be a football player, and Professor
Annie Cannon, a nice old lady who was half disappearing into a big down
coat.  They were all heavily bundled up and hugging coffees to keep warm
and they cordially walked over to the naked boy.

   Part 4

   "Kai-Kai," Lindemann said.  "How are you?  Oh, nice design."

   "Thanks." The boy lifted up his penis for them so they could see
Marikit's sunflower.  "Very well done," Professor Cannon said in a scratchy
old voice.  The Sunday morning crowd at the coffee shop was used to seeing
the Sire on his way to a Lab draining and was curious as to what was on his
condom cap this time.  As they looked down Angela contemplated everyone's
boots standing on the cold wet pavement around the boy's bare feet, flushed
with the cold, snow still sticking to his toes.

   Kai-Kai raised his finger and Angela increased the intensity on the
remote.  He gasped and his glans swelled a little bit as he held it up, as
if he was giving them a better view of the sunflower's petals grasping the
end of his penis.  A few more drops of pre-cum ran into the reservoir tip,
which by now was about one-third full of the clear fluid.

   Noticing the considerable output, Professor Cannon said, "You're doing a
good job, Kai-Kai."

   "Th - thank you." Older folks were always complimenting Kai-Kai as if he
were a schoolboy who had gotten a 100 on a test.  Followed by his blushing
thank-you.

   Lindemann said, "I wanted to tell you, I've put you on a committee that
has no function."

   "What?"

   "Your work on the Student Government with the ballot initiative,"
Lindemann said.  "There should be a faculty committee as a counterpart,
with a student representative, that obviously should be you.  But it will
never meet.  Just in case you read about it."

   "O.K.  Thank -- you," the boy said, between gasps that he tried his best
to hide.

   "You're a hard worker and we're glad you're working with us," Professor
Cannon said.

   "Th - thanks."

   They waved goodbye and he and Angela continued on.

   "What was that about?" Angela said.

   "Not -- much -- ohh," Kai-Kai said with a little smile.

   They left the quad and were on the way to San Beueno when Kai-Kai
stopped.

   "What's wrong?"

   "That shower head," he said.  He pointed to one of the shower stations,
near the entrance to the sociology building.

   In warm weather Kai-Kai often got sweaty due to his impregs, especially
since so many of the women wanted them done outdoors.  Particularly the
African women, who were used to the hot sun.  To make himself presentable
he sometimes had to shower three or four times on really hot days.  So
outdoor shower stations were placed around campus and in town, to save
Kai-Kai the trouble of always having to stop home.  The stations were just
a raised metal grate to stand on, and a seven-foot cold-water tube with a
faucet halfway up and a shower head at the top.  Of course there was no
shower curtain or partition; but he was used to being on full view.  To the
side was a covered stand for the washcloth, soap and towel.  It was his job
to replace these items on Saturday mornings, after his I-2.  He scooted
around on his special bike (it had a penis holder) with the towels and
things in a big basket in front.

   Angela followed Kai-Kai as he walked over to the stand, wondering what
he was talking about.  He pointed to the shower head.  "It's loose," he
said.  As Angela carefully followed him up onto the grate, remote in hand,
he reached way up with both hands and tightened the head.  This displayed
his lightly muscled body at its finest.  Angela was especially impressed by
the cocavity of his tummy as he reached up.  (Don't fall in love with the
Sire . . .  !) As he screwed the shower head on, his penis waved to and fro
with his motions, the reservoir tip swinging along.  Finally it was tight
to his satisfaction.

   "I don't know why that keeps happening," he said as they continued
walking.  "One time last summer it fell on my head when the Halvorsens were
talking to me . . .  Pretty embarrassing."

   Angela tried to picture such a scene.  The Sire was so used to showering
in public, and so much a stranger to clothes and bodily shame, that it was
nothing for him to chat with people who came up to him while he was soaping
himself all over.

   The nearest entrance to San Beueno Hall had a dip in it, currently
filled with melted runoff from the snow.  Evidently the snow was blocking a
drain somewhere.  It was a slushy current about two feet deep at its
deepest, running toward a dropoff some yards to the left.  The two stopped
before it, wondering what to do.

   "Let's go around to the front," Angela said.  Her boots were not high
enough to protect her in this deep puddle and she wasn't sure if they were
waterproof anyway.

   "No, that's ok," the Sire said.  "I'll carry you."

   Angela was about to refuse but the boy already was bent over in front of
her.  Holding the remote carefully in her gloved hand, she wrapped her arms
around his neck and clasped her booted legs in front of his thighs.  Angela
was about Kai-Kai's weight, looking bigger only because she wore clothes.
Kai-Kai was in great physical shape due to his exercise regimen so it was
not a great strain for Kai-Kai to heft her.

   She watched as his bare legs and feet waded casually into the freezing
slushy water.  Suddenly he gasped.  "OHHH!!" Angela knew what happened --
the remote had slipped a little in her grasping, gloved hand and she had
pushed the button to "High"!

   "Ohh -- ohh -- ohh -- " The naked boy made choking sounds as he hurried
forward out of the icy water on stumbling bare feet.  "Ohhh!" He let Angela
down carefully but quickly and ran to lean back against the building, hands
up, teeth gritted, arms up above his head, hitting the brickface with his
fists, trying with all his might to resist orgasm.  His glans had swollen
to a purplish red, his penis looking like it was about to burst, the condom
cap quickly filling up with a stream of pre-cum.

   Angela ran after the remote, which had tumbled onto the pavement behind
Kai-Kai, and quickly turned the vibrations down.  Thinking quickly, she
formed a snowball out of the nearby snow bank and pressed the snow against
the boy's throbbing testicles.

   "Ohh . . .  ohh . . .  ohhhhh . . ." Kai-Kai closed his eyes with
relief.

   "I'm so sorry!" Angela said, her gloves pressed into his crotch, looking
up at him.

   "I'm . . .  ok . . ." He opened his eyes and looked down.  Now he
brought his hands down to his sides.  They both looked at the condom cap.
The reservoir was almost full, a little balloon wobbling from the end of
his glans.  "Looks -- like it was all -- for the best," he said.

   "Yes, I would say," Angela said, greatly relieved.  She carefully wiped
the bits of snow off his testicles.  After giving him a few moments to
catch his breath, they went inside.

   San Beueno Hall was the biggest building on campus, Biology and Pre-Med
being the most popular majors here at Semillas.  The first floor South Wing
was devoted to Project matters.  Here along the corridor were various labs,
offices, and classrooms.  The Project's administrative center was up on the
top (7th) floor, but Kai-Kai hardly ever had to go up there.  He came to
the South Wing for the weekly inspection every Tuesday at 11 a.m., and for
the every-six-weeks Lab Draining like this morning.  And occasionally to
one of the classrooms to demonstrate male sexual anatomy.

   Angela and Kai-Kai walked down the corridor, the clip-clop of her boots
almost blocking out the sandy whispers of his tough bare soles, then turned
left, to Lab 6.  Lab 6 was a big room with a number of staging areas.  They
would eventually be headed to the Sleeve Stage, but to their surprise found
that the apparatus was disassembled, the base of the stage opened up.  Two
mechanics were working on it, their hands greasy, their overalls blotched
with black grime.  The odor of silicone based lubricants was heavy in the
room.

   Dr.  Chatterjee, the urology professor who was the Project's Medical
Director, greeted them.  Despite the early morning hour he was in his usual
impeccable three-piece suit, his hair slicked and combed neatly over his
dark-skinned face.  "Good morning, Miss Chin, Kai-Kai," he said in his
courtly manner.  He introduced two women.  "This is Ms.  Bartleby, and Ms.
Goldenstein, from the Draining Committee.  And of course you know Nurse
Lopez." Ms.  Bartleby was about 50 and dressed as if for a business
appointment, while Ms.  Goldenstein looked about 30 and was in sweatpants
and sneakers.  Nurse Lopez, a familiar sight around here, was a
strong-looking woman of about 35.  Dr.  Chatterjee continued, speaking to
Kai-Kai, "During a test yesterday one of the cams came loose.  The repair
is a simple one and shouldn't take long.  We apologize."

   "That's all right," Kai-Kai said.  He looked at the stage, the T-bar for
him to wrap his arms around, the collection tube down below, and the long
sleeve that was shortly to grip and massage his penis.  "Oh hi Mr. 
Silvestri. . .  This is Angela Chin, from the medical team."

   One of the mechanics got up from his work and, followed by his
assistant, came over to the Sire and nodded to Angela.  Both were
middle-aged white men with rugged features.  "Hi, Kai-Kai," he said,
shaking Kai-Kai's hand, though wiping his hand on his overalls first, and
careful not to bump into the boy's protruding erection.  He pointed back to
the stage.  "Just a worn cam.  It was about its time anyway.  We'll be done
in a few."

   "I -- think I felt a little wobble last time," Kai-Kai said uncertainly.
"On the rear shaft."

   "Well you should have told us," Mr.  Silvestri said, in an admonishing
tone.  "Don't be so quiet and uncomplaining.  Once it wobbles, it could
throw the hinge at any moment and tear the sleeve away."

   "Yes, that could happen," said his assistant.

   Kai-Kai, obviously feeling terrible, said, "I'm -- sorry."

   Trying to smooth things over, Dr.  Chatterjee said, "Kai-Kai may not
have been lucid enough to say anything.  Also the rectal and sphincter
muscles are very sensitive and he might have been sensing a departure of
only a few thousandths of an inch. . .  Still, young man, you should have
told us afterward, as soon as your mind was clear."

   "Sorry," Kai-Kai said again.  "I just didn't want to -- well -- mess
things up."

   "You wouldn't have," Dr.  Chatterjee said in a comforting tone.  "We can
miss the occasional Lab Draining.  Or at least put it off till the next
week."

   Angela thought these men weren't being fair to this poor naked boy, from
whom so much was expected, but she held her tongue.

   Kai-Kai now followed Dr.  Chatterjee to another station.  Angela was
quick to follow, keeping slack in the wire.  This station had a low table.

   "O.K., Kai-Kai, up," Nurse Lopez said in a no-nonsense voice.  The
Committee members watched from a distance.

   With well-practiced motions the boy climbed onto the table, turned
around, bent over and spread his butt cheeks so that everyone could see the
wire coming out.  Angela winced as the nurse pulled the plug out of his
rectum with somewhat less tenderness than Marikit had inserted it.  Of
course, it couldn't have hurt that much.  Nurse Lopez, like everyone, knew
that injury to Kai-Kai's body was to be avoided at all costs.  When the
plug was out they saw the boy's anus close up.  He stood up and exhaled. 
Angela could imagine how relieved he must feel, finally "pooping out" that
huge hard plug.  After getting the remote from Angela the nurse put the
whole works into the sink.

   Now the boy turned around and faced everyone, his erect penis
practically poking in their faces.  They all looked at the condom cap on
his swollen glans.

   Part 5

   Dr.  Chatterjee laughed good-naturedly as he contemplated the painted
sunflower.  "I see your friend is getting more inventive and artistic!" The
boy smiled and looked down at "the Project's penis" with everyone else. 
"Hmmh!!" Nurse Lopez said in mixed exasperation and amusement.  As for the
Committee members, they were poker-faced.

   The doctor held up Kai-Kai's penis and observed that the reservoir was
almost full.  "It looks like you produced a great deal, thank you Kai-Kai."

   It was the second time this morning the boy had been congratulated on
his output.  "You're welcome," he politely answered.  It was almost like
the doctor was patting him on the head.

   The doctor turned to the Committee members and said, "We should redesign
this for greater capacity." Ms.  Bartleby tapped some notes onto her iPad.

   The nurse peeled the condom cap off and emptied the reservoir into a
short tube with gradations.  "51 cc's, doctor." She inputted the number
into a laptop which sat on a rolling stand.

   "That's a record," Dr.  Chatterjee said.

   "That's because he had a close call," Angela said.  "It was my fault."

   "What?"

   Angela felt she had to "'fess up".  "My -- hand slipped and I
accidentally turned up the vibrations.  He almost came."

   "Is that true?"

   Kai-Kai, put on the spot, not wanting Angela to get into trouble, said,
"It -- wasn't that bad."

   But the doctor could tell what had really happened.  "Miss, just be very
careful next time.  Keep him on the edge, but don't let him go over."

   "Y - yes sir."

   Angela and Kai-Kai looked at each other.  Usually Angela felt like an
adult next to Kai-Kai, despite being only four years older, but at the
moment she felt like they were both scolded children -- Kai-Kai for not
telling them about the wobble he felt in the rectal shaft, and her, for
almost letting him come.  In her imagination she supposed that, unfairly,
Kai-Kai had suffered the additional punishment of his clothes all being
taken away.

   The two naughty children, one living with the benefit of clothes and the
other deprived of them, followed Dr.  Chatterjee to the disassembled Sleeve
Stand.  Mr.  Silvestri and his assistant seemed no closer to finishing. 
"Perhaps it will take a bit longer," the doctor said with a little
impatience.  "Why don't you wait in the kitchenette?"

   The "kitchenette" was a tiny alcove to one side of the lab, with a
little table and some chairs.  On a small counter was a coffee machine and
a little sink.  Angela and Kai-Kai had been here before, after his weekly
inspections.  Still taped over the doorway was Marikit's cute sign --
"Kai-Kai's Restaurant" -- with flowers dotting the i's.

   "Yes, I'd like a coffee," Angela said, anticipating what Kai-Kai always
said.  He made one for Angela and a decaf for himself.  He stayed away from
caffeine, and also drugs and alcohol, assuming it would affect his sperm,
though no one had told him that.

   They were sipping in silence, which the boy was perfectly comfortable
with, and Angela felt no need to make conversation.  She kept trying not to
look at Kai-Kai's body and admire it.  (Don't fall in love with the Sire .
. .)

   Then they heard the loud shuffling of feet out in the hall and Bradley's
voice calling, "Kai-Kai?" She followed the naked boy out into the Lab and
they saw Bradley and Solly, two good-natured but fairly loud friends of
Kai-Kai's who were in student government.  Bradley was a handsome, smallish
black guy with glasses, while Solly was tall, white, pimply, and
high-strung.  Though when Solly said, "We just have a couple of things to
talk about," it was without urgency.

   Angela had heard that during the Lab draining, at least the early
stages, before Kai-Kai had given his fourth or fifth "load", it was not
uncommon for friends to stop by and engage him in conversation while he was
being mechanically stroked and penetrated.  He could even converse through
an orgasm -- experiments had shown that at the onset of orgasm his mind was
"scrambled" but once he was into his contractions he could (as he put it)
"play back" in his head what he had heard, and speak, if only in labored
monosyllables.  So Bradley and Solly stopping by to talk at this time was
not that unusual.

   With Mr.  Silvestri and his assistant still at work, the four of them
went out into the hall.  What Angela witnessed was a casual conversation
about some student government stuff that got a little more animated.  It
was mostly Bradley and Solly talking at Kai-Kai, to get him to agree to
something.  Listening more closely Angela learned it was about some ballot
thing that combined the dorm population with the town population for voting
on local issues.  Or something like that.  She had heard about it, maybe on
the local news, but hadn't paid attention.

   "I gotta have a smoke, sorry guys," Solly said.

   "You just had one on the way here!" Bradley said.

   "I know, I'm supposed to be quitting."

   "Doing a poor job of it. . .  Okay, I'll come with you."

   "Me too," Kai-Kai said.  Angela decided to follow along.  With these
three guys, younger than her, it was almost like she felt like a chaperone
who should be watching them.

   They went out the south door, which was not the one Angela and Kai-Kai
had entered with the deep puddle.  This one opened up to a clear level
sidewalk, and had benches on each side, though they were mostly covered
with plowed-up snow, which was melting but still piled up, with drifts all
over.  The three who were wearing clothes all zipped up their coats.  Solly
dropped back a polite distance and lit up.

   It was Kai-Kai who spoke first.  In his calm voice he said, "We have to
make it acceptable to the town people.  Let's not offend them if it's,
like, not necessary." His breaths came out in little clouds in the cold
damp.  His whole body was flushed, but his fingers and toes were especially
red.  His penis, the erection subsided a bit, stuck out eight inches in
front of him, arching a little downward, lurching back and forth in slight
motions as he spoke, along with the testicles below.

   "You're right," Bradley said, "but Vladimir's very headstrong about it.
And he controls that subcommittee."

   "Someone should speak to him," Solly said.  "I'm not the guy to do it.
He doesn't like me."

   "Well I suppose I could," Kai-Kai said.

   "It has to be soon," Bradley said.  "The vote is Wednesday night."

   "I can't just make an appointment with him," Kai-Kai said.  "It has to
be . . .  um . . .  like a chance encounter?"

   "Catch him after his Western Civ class," Bradley said.  "It ends at
1:15."

   Solly said to Bradley, "He can't.  His I-4 is then." Everyone knew the
schedule of Kai-Kai's "impregs".

   "Oh right," Bradley said.  "I forgot."

   "No," the naked young Sire said.  "That's Ellie, from Australia.  She's
nice.  I think she'll agree to a few minutes early.  And it's in the third
floor lounge, right down the hall. . .  Excuse me, I have to pee." He made
a motion toward the door.

   Not a surprise, Angela thought, after that huge protein and zinc
milkshake, and later having that plug pressing against his bladder.

   "No, it's ok," Solly said.

   Kai-Kai, of course, had no more shame about urinating in front of people
than he did about ejaculating, but he didn't want to offend anyone.  Now
given permission, he hopped his bare feet into the drift next to the
sidewalk.  He was now in snow up to his knees.  He leaned down to dig a
hole, then shuffled about three feet behind it, shaking the snow from his
hands, and faced his friends.

   While he was doing this Solly took another drag of his cigarette,
exhaled away from them, and said, "Then there's the presentation at the
Village Board next week.  Who's going to do that?"

   Kai-Kai looked down as the first shot of his urine landed directly in
the hole he had made.  His hands stayed at his sides.  He looked up and saw
his friends were looking at him.  "No, it can't be me."

   Angela, Bradley and Solly all looked at the huge penis and the yellow
stream shooting out of it.  With the fog and snow shrouding them, the sound
of pee hitting snow was magnified.  Then Bradley said, "You're a 'townie',
and you're popular.  Everyone trusts you.  You're the perfect person."

   Everyone's eyes naturally gravitated to Kai-Kai urinating.  They watched
as the hole got yellow and then bigger.  Now the sound of the pee got lower
pitched as snow melted and the hole got deeper.  A little cloud of
condensation from the warm urine rose from the hole.  "I'm not, um, good at
talking in public."

   "I don't think you've ever tried it," Solly pointed out.  "I'm sure
you'll be fine." They watched as the hole got even deeper until it sounded
like water going down a drain.  The stream of urine started to drift from
the hole and Kai-Kai, as if wanting to minimize his impact on the snow,
brought both hands up to aim the penis as if he was directing the stream of
water from a garden hose.  Angela smiled to herself, picturing Marikit
standing next to Kai-Kai, wielding the thick shaft with her little hands to
write, in her nauseatingly cute handwriting, "Marikit & Kai-Kai 4 Ever" in
the snow with his pee.  Not hard to imagine.  In fact, she's probably done
it.

   Looking up at them, Kai-Kai said, softly, "They will not listen to a
naked boy."

   Angela jumped in.  "No, Kai-Kai, you're wrong about that!"

   Kai-Kai looked down at the yellow hole.  He held his penis a little more
securely as the stream of urine cut a little zig-zag as he lifted one foot
then another.  Probably wiggling his numbed toes, unseen and deep in the
snow, to get some feeling back.  "It wouldn't look good," he said.  "It
should be someone who wears clothes." Again Angela felt bad for this
unfortunate boy, whom fate had kept permanently separated from the clothing
everyone else enjoyed.  But in Kai-Kai's words there was no sense of
disappointment, nor on the other hand of making up a reason for not doing
something he didn't want to do.  He was simply being objective.

   They all stood in silence, watching the stream of pee gradually subside.
His bladder had been quite full; the yellow hole was six inches across.  A
few flexes of Kai-Kai's well-developed pubococcygeal muscle produced some
final squirts.

   "You've got to get over your shyness," Bradley said.

   Kai-Kai sighed, having heard this many times.  Then he grasped his penis
at the root, then with his other hand tapped the end to get out the last
few drops.  He bent down to carefully cover the hole until no yellow was
visible.  In the process his testicles hung down into the snow, followed by
his butt, though he didn't seem to notice.  He "washed" his hands in the
wet snow and then he hopped out onto the sidewalk, penis bouncing up and
down, his feet and calves encrusted in white.  "I'll think about it," he
said, finally.

   They stood around, not saying anything.  Solly and Bradley casually
looked at Kai-Kai's penis, pointing toward them but now subsiding into
half-erection.  Then Bradley looked up.  "I'll never get used to these
winter fogs."

   "It's going to clear up later," Kai-Kai said.

   "The forecast says rain," Bradley said.

   "No, I can tell." Everyone looked at the boy's little nipples, which
were erect and goose-pimpled in the cold air.  Kai-Kai could foretell the
weather based on how his nipples felt.  He couldn't quite explain it.  He
also could tell the temperature to within a degree or two, and the wind
speed and direction.  Being always exposed to the elements had made his
skin sensitive to things that clothed people couldn't detect.  Last summer
he was talking to friends on the grassy lawn in front of Angela's dorm and
he said he felt the ground move under his (bare) feet.  Nobody else could
feel it through their shoes, but Marikit took him straight to the Geology
Department seismograph and indeed a tiny tremor had just been recorded, so
slight as to almost not register.

   Dr.  Chatterjee opened the door from inside.  "We're ready, Kai-Kai."

   "We'll talk about it later," Solly said.  He and Bradley said goodbye.
Before following Angela inside Kai-Kai carefully tapped the snow off his
calves and feet and brushed it off his bare butt.  Then he raised his penis
with one hand while with the other he picked the bits of snow off the
bottom of one testicle, then the other.  He was always careful never to
track snow inside.

   Part 6

   Upon re-entering Lab 6 Angela and Kai-Kai almost bumped into two men in
business suits.  One looked a little familiar.

   "Oh hi Mr.  Alkaras," the Sire said politely.  That's who it was,
Jonathan Q.  Alkaras, the Project's Chairman of the Board.  "This is Angela
Chin, from the medical team."

   The tall, dark-skinned man with a distinguished-looking beard, in his
meticulous three-piece suit, bowed to Angela and clasped her hand.  As the
naked boy introduced her she felt embarrassed at not being better dressed.
"Glad to meet you.  I think we've met before . . .  " Now he spoke to
Kai-Kai in a tone that was respectful but, Angela felt, a little
condescending.  Or maybe it was just her imagination, since Kai-Kai lacked
all of Mr.  Alkaras's numerous articles of clothing, and the gravitas of
his years.  "Kai-Kai, let me introduce to you Mr.  Nuyen, from the
Socialist Republic of Vietnam.

   "Mr.  Nuyen: the Sire." No one ever called Kai-Kai that in the boy's
presence, even though that's what he was.  Angela and Mr.  Alkaras looked
on, and also Dr.  Chatterjee and Nurse Lopez, and Ms.  Bartleby and Ms. 
Goldenstein from the Draining Committee, and also Mr.  Silvestri and his
assistant, who paused in the packing away of their tools, honored to be
present.  It was a ceremonious, international introduction.  Modest as
Kai-Kai was, it was obviously not the first time for him, as he carried
himself in the manner expected.  He acted like he was royalty.  With
dignity in spite of his nakedness, the Sire modestly padded over to the
shortish man of about 55.  Mr.  Nuyen was as fully and neatly dressed as
the Chairman, with a sprightly red (= Communist) pocket square in his
jacket, and smelled of cologne.  With a polite bow the Sire said, "Welcome
to Semillas."

   Mr.  Nuyen nodded to Kai-Kai's face but could not hide his sense of
alarm as he looked downward.  He had been sent photographs but seeing
Kai-Kai's equipment "in the flesh" was another thing entirely.  This led to
an uncomfortable moment as everyone stood around, Mr.  Nuyen staring at the
Sire's penis as if it was a rattlesnake about to jump up and bite him, and
everyone looking with concern at Mr.  Nuyen's face.

   "I apologize for our unannounced attendance at your draining, Kai-Kai,"
Mr.  Alkaras said, a little loudly, which caused the Vietnmaese gentleman
to blink and look up as if awakened from a trance.  "As you know Vietnam
has not yet been penetrated, but negotiations have been progressing.  Mr.
Nuyen is here, to put it bluntly, because of concerns that you might have a
macropenis.  We want to reassure him," he shrugged good-naturedly, "that
you are a normally functioning male."

   Angela closed her eyes, thinking of the embarrassment Kai-Kai must be
feeling.  When people from far away heard about his size, "macropenis" was
the first they thought about.  The word indicated an abnormal condition, a
penis that was either non-functional or grossly distorted as a result of
disease or cancer.

   But Kai-Kai was not embarrassed.  He seemed to be expecting this kind of
curiosity.  And maybe he had become accustomed to reassuring people who
were new to the Project.  Without saying a word he lifted his penis with
one hand, as if inviting Mr.  Nuyen to touch it.  Then, holding his glans
up past his navel, with the other hand he cradled his testicles, one at a
time, rolling them around, to show that they were not misshapen.  In fact
Kai-Kai's genitals were normal in shape and function, in every respect
except size.  Angela told herself this little display made perfect sense.
Kai-Kai was just helping with Project "penetration" into new corners of the
world, and maybe had been advised about Vietnamese anxiety by the
Penetration Committee.  But to Angela it still seemed demeaning.  Like a
woman with big breasts who is forced to take off her bra and heft them to
prove to everyone that they were not fake.

   "Do you want to touch -- palpate my penis and testicles?" Kai-Kai said,
quickly correcting himself.  In situations like this the Project preferred
the use of medical terminology.

   Mr.  Nuyen, being a product of a conservative culture, quickly shook his
head.  He should have said yes.  The people back in Hanoi wanted a full
report.  Mr.  Alkaras, aware of this, said, "No, go ahead."

   Mr.  Nuyen had been sent here because he had gone to college and
specilized in urology, though he had never gotten a degree.  So he knew
what he was doing as he gingerly, after gulping, palpated Kai-Kai's
genitals.  Kai-Kai held his penis forward so that Mr.  Nuyen could feel it
from root to glans with both hands.  Then he felt below, cupping one
testicle in both hands and then the other.

   "The -- morphology seems the much normal," he reported in a shaky voice.
His English was stilted and accented; his main foreign language was French.
Then with two fingers he felt something on the inside of Kai-Kai's left
testicle.  "The -- epididymis -- is -- articulated more."

   "My sperm has been built up for the draining," Kai-Kai explained,
looking down at the inquisitive fingers.  He then tried to supppress a
wince; Mr.  Nuyen had pressed a little too hard.

   "Please my apology the most high," Mr.  Nuyen quickly said, then dropped
the testicle.  It swung back into position.  He drew back, still not being
able to take his eyes off the boy's huge equipment.

   "Thank you, Doctor," Mr.  Alkaras said to Dr.  Chatterjee, "you may
proceed."

   Mr.  Silvestri and his assistant carried their toolboxes out.  As he
passed Kai-Kai Mr.  Silvestri pointed his finger at him.  "Remember," he
said softly, "if you feel the slightest wobble, front or back, let me
know."

   "Yes, Mr.  Silvestri," the teenage boy said politely, once again
admonished.

   With the exit of the mechanics, the business of draining semen from the
boy finally began.  Nurse Lopez had now set up the apparatus.  The Sire
silently padded over and stepped up, placing his bare feet well apart on
the rough grip strips on the top of the metal stage.  He braced himself by
entwining his arms up on the inverted T-bar coming down from the ceiling.
The stage was about two feet high, leaving Kai-Kai's genitals at a little
below their eye level.  Nurse Lopez lifted his penis and placed it in a
large clear tube about two feet long and three inches wide.  Inside was a
flexible fiberglass sleeve.  Kai-Kai shifted his hips so that his penis
slid in.  The motions of the nurse and of the boy were so well-practiced
and fluid that it was like a little two-person ballet.  A routine that the
two of them had done many times before.

   Watching in a wide semi-circle were, in front, Dr.  Chatterjee, then
behind him, Angela, Ms.  Barteby, Ms.  Goldenstein, and then at a discreet
distance, Mr.  Alkaras and Mr.  Nuyen.

   When the glass tube had been drawn up so that it was pressed against
Kai-Kai's pubic hair, the nurse strapped it to his body with soft black
fabric thongs that wrapped around his thin waist and velcroed above his
tight little butt.  Then with a plastic hose she connected the tube to the
tube on the floor of the stage.  This was the "collection tube", with a
stopcock (yes, that was the word for it) halfway up.  She reached over to
the side of the stage and turned a knob.  A low hum started and the plastic
sleeve slowly and smoothly moved up and down the boy's penis.  The sleeve
was about five inches long and traveled up until it met his pubic hair,
then down until only the glans was showing.  Then up, then down. . . 
Kai-Kai closed his eyes and drew in breath.  His concave tummy went in and
out as his breathing grew a little ragged.

   "Let us know when you're close, Kai-Kai," Mr.  Alkaras said.  Kai-Kai,
eyes still closed, nodded.  The nurse sat down and turned her chair around
so that she could observe him.

   They watched as the Sire's penis grew erect.  The rubbing sleeve melded
itself to the contours of the erection and it traveled up and down it, from
(to use the Project's terminology) Kai-Kai's terceral zone (the third inch
of his erection) to his octaval zone (his eighth inch).  The sleeve was
braided and hugged the penis somewhat in the manner of a Chinese finger
trap -- the bigger the penis got, the more snug the grip.  His testicles
lurched to and fro in rhythm.

   "A fine device," Dr.  Chatterjee said to Mr.  Nuyen, who had leaned in
closer.  "A lot of work went into the design."

   This being his first ejaculation of the day, it didn't take long.  As
the boy was being stimulated he bit his lip.  His breathing got heavier. 
"He is now at full erection," Dr.  Chatterjee observed.  The penis, long,
thick and hard, seemed like a giant's penis that had somehow gotten grafted
onto the slight, sweating body.

   Now Kai-Kai gasped and shut his eyes.  "Dr.  -- Ch - chatterjee -- I'm
-- about to -- come -- ohhh -- "

   "Ms.  Bartleby!" Dr.  Chatterjee called out.  The well-dressed
50-year-old member of the Draining Committee raced forward to place herself
face-to-face with the naked Sire who was about to experience orgasm right
in front of her.

   They clustered around the stage, watching the boy's heaving body from
every angle.  He opened his eyes and stared out into the middle distance.
Now, per his standardized instructions, he made eye contact with Ms. 
Bartleby.  His eyes bulged out at her as his teeth gritted.  His penis
suddenly got even bigger and harder.  "AHHH!" His hips bucked forward with
his first contraction.  And Ms.  Bartleby saw what she wanted to see, the
Sire's pupils dilating and losing focus with the onset of orgasm.  Every
member of the Draining Committee was encouraged to see this at least once.

   The others bent down to watch the boy's brownish red, engorged
cock-head, the size of a plum.  It got even bigger and harder, and a glob
of semen appeared in the widely-distended meatus, the product of the first
contraction.  And now the second spasm, another heave of the hips. 
"AHHH!!" A thick spurt shot down through the hose with such violence that
Angela flinched.  Now another, and another, and another.  "AHHH!  AHHHH! 
OHHHH!  OHHHH!" The high-pitched, boyish shouts echoed through the expanse
of Lab 6, and out into the hall, as the slight body jerked back and forth
in time with the spurts, with such force that the whole Sleeve Stage shook
a little.  The thick jets slid down toward the collection tube.  Thick as
the semen was, none remained in the plastic hose, which was coated with
lubricant several molecules thick.  As the orgasm ran its course the semen,
white as cream, collected in the tube over the stopcock, filling it past
the lower gradations.  They counted the spurts.  Five, six, seven, eight .
. .

   Angela's mouth dropped open and she felt herself out of breath.  She had
seen Kai-Kai's orgasms before, during impregs.  This was her first look at
the stuff those women were receiving.  And this orgasm was not like his
impreg orgasms -- when he would graciously induce the woman's orgasm with
his meticulously skilled thrusting, then announce his ejaculation with a
polite low moan.  This draining orgasm was not tender at all.  The boy's
vocalizations were uninhibited.  It was an unapologetic display of his
ejaculatory prowess.  She had heard that Kai-Kai's friends would sometimes
drop by and applaud as he came, loudly counting each spurt like
cheerleaders, and clapping and hugging his flushed face after it was over.
It all added to the air of unreality, at least for Angela.  Then she told
herself: the dimensions and the product might be unusually large, but this
is a human male, displaying the physiological process associated with
reproduction.  A natural human action, like digestion, or breathing, or
scratching one's nose.  Michael, her fiance, was capable of this too,
albeit on not so grand a scale.
The eleventh spurt was a little less than the tenth.  The twelfth was
still less.  The thirteenth was a dribble.  Then the last irregular spasms
shook the boy's body.  When it was over he sagged forward, held up by the
T-bar, and caught his breath.  The thick penis, still stuck in the sleeve,
pulsated with his racing heartbeat as blood slowly began to drain away from

it.

   The nurse read off the gradations from above the stopcock.  "13 cc's,"
she said.  Dr.  Chatterjee said, "That was a good voluminous, as they say,
'load', Kai-Kai.  Thank you."

   "Yes, thank you," Mr.  Alkaras said.  Angela joined in the chorus. 
"Thanks, Kai-Kai." The two Draining Commmittee members also expressed their
thanks.  Nurse Lopez couldn't help a proud smile, as if she was partly
responsible.  Whenever the Sire demonstrated his capacity to produce a big
"load", it was a triumph for the Project, and the many lives it would save.

   After a few deep breaths Kai-Kai said, to everyone in the room, "You're
-- welcome -- "

   Angela thought: this is Kai-Kai's life.  To be always naked, and to
ejaculate in public as much as possible, for the approval of adults who
congratulated him on the amount of semen he produced.  For other teenage
boys ejaculation was done in secret, furtively, by masturbation.  For
Kai-Kai it was a public event for which he was praised, like a schoolboy
getting a gold star.  The world wanted to see Kai-Kai produce as much sperm
and semen as possible.  But what did Kai-Kai himself want?

   "13 cc's is well above average.  And note the thickness of the semen,"
Dr.  Chatterjee said, addressing everyone, though perhaps most of all Mr.
Nuyen right behind him.  Kai-Kai's first load of the morning reminded
Angela of heavy whipping cream in color and viscosity.  "The thickness
indicates not only high sperm count but vitality in the prostate."

   "Remarkable!" Mr.  Nuyen said.  "Yes it is, isn't it?" Mr.  Alkaras
said, in a tone of sincere wonder.

   Angela was transfixed by the "load", sitting above the stopcock right in
front of them.  Maybe it contained a billion sperm.  Well, they would soon
find out.  At the stopcock was a little glass slide that the nurse removed.
As she did so the semen dropped down to the bottom of the collection tube.
She put the slide into the semenalyzer, which looked like a microscope. 
After a few seconds she read out the digital display: "80 million per cc,"
she read out.  "Very good!" Dr.  Chatterjee said.  Yes, Angela calculated:
the Sire had just ejaculated over a billion sperm.

   Nurse Lopez now turned up the knob control, increasing the intensity. 
Kai-Kai's face twisted in a grimace.  Immediately after delivering such a
big load he clearly did not enjoy the continued stimulation.  But after a
couple of seconds he caught his breath and looked toward the floor with a
dull stare.  Angela could tell his eyes were wet.

   "Right after orgasm the male typically does not want continued
stimulation of the penis," Dr.  Chatterjee explained, in a louder voice as
if he was giving a lecture, which he was, considering his special audience.
"However it is our experience that the yield is ultimately greater if
stimulation continues without interruption through the first few orgasms."
"Yield" was the Project's term for the total volume of semen obtained from
the Sire during a draining.  It was typically greater in the winter months;
the reasons for this were a topic of much debate.

   Angela felt sorry for this boy who wanted to just relax, if only for a
few seconds, after being made to experience such a powerful orgasm.  But
Kai-Kai was dedicated to the Project and, she told herself, probably had
gotten used to this temporary discomfort.

   "We can expect his second ejaculation in a few minutes," Dr.  Chatterjee
announced, as Nurse Lopez inserted a new slide above the draincock.

   Mr.  Alkaras looked at Mr.  Nuyen, who seemed exhausted by what he had
just seen.  "Thank you doctor, I think we'll go now."

   As they passed the Sire up on his stage, Mr.  Nuyen ventured to say,
"Thank you for the demonstration . . .  Sire."

   This last word was honorific and brought a smile to Mr.  Alkaras's face.
The Project had its own diplomatic corps and had gotten familiar with the
subtleties of international utterances.  In calling the boy "Sire", the
Vietnamese gentleman acknowledged his status, thereby sending a clear
signal that penetration into Vietnam would be approved, and Vietnamese
women would in a few months be flying in to Semillas for Kai-Kai to
impregnate.

   It was unknown whether Kai-Kai was realizing this as he gasped, "You're
. . .  welcome . . .  have a . . .  ohhh . . .  good t - trip . . .  back .
. .  uhhh. . .  Misterrr . . .  N - Nuyen. . .  " His flushed face bowed in
respect, though the motion was interrupted by a quick jerk as the sleeve
rubbed a sensitive spot on his septimal zone, his seventh inch.

   Part 7

   After Mr.  Alkaras and Mr.  Nuyen left, everyone looked at the Sire as
he cleared his throat and tried to endure the nonstop stimulation.  He
closed his eyes.  Angela decided to get him a bottle of water.  They had to
keep the Sire hydrated during drainings because he produced so much fluid.
It was estimated that at a typical lab draining his body expended maybe
2000 calories and lost three pounds.  But when Angela brought the bottle up
to him -- his face was about two feet above everyone's eye level -- he
said, "N - no, that's okay." Too early, she supposed.

   As they watched his face, and his concave tummy breathing in and out
under his rib cage, Dr.  Chatterjee said, addressing Angela and the
Committee members, "We seem to have gone down to plateau level four or so.
That is good.  As you recall, we have identified six levels.  Too high,
five or six, and ejaculation takes place too soon, with not enough time for
the prostate to generate significant fluid.  Too low, and we lose time." It
was odd to hear him say "we".  Despite Dr.  Chatterjee's politeness towards
Kai-Kai, Angela found this language depersonalizing.

   The doctor seemed about to make a further observation when a baby's loud
yawn was heard out in the hall, and the smell of coffee.  Everyone knew
what hat meant.  The Woronovs!

   Heads turned as a stroller carrying triplets rolled in, their faces
flushed with the cold in their cute little blue bonnets.  Pushed by a tall,
long-haired white woman of about 35, with the flushed face of a new mother,
in a long dress that showed off her newly-won narrow waist, and breasts
that were out of proportion, obviously filled with milk.  Next to her was a
somewhat shorter white man with black hair and heavy eyebrows, carrying a
tray of coffees and a box of doughnuts.  They were in half-opened coats,
including the babies, who looked about six months old.

   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Woronov!" Dr.  Chatterjee said.  "Good to see you
again."

   "And not a moment too soon with the coffee," Nurse Lopez said.  "Here to
ruin my diet again with doughnuts!" The nurse might be normally gruff but
the prospect of food obviously improved her mood.  "Thanks," she said,
picking out a cruller as Mr.  Woronov opened the box.  He went around the
room, distributing coffees and doughnuts, and soon they were all standing
around munching, looking at the babies.  They made sure that Kai-Kai's view
from up on his perch was not blocked.

   Mr.  Woronov went over to the Sire and looked up at the red face which
was beginning to sweat.  "Whole wheat, your favorite," he said, bringing up
a doughnut to the naked boy's face.

   "Th - thanks," Kai-kai said, taking a nibble; he was not allowed more.
Then washed it down with a sip of the decaf held up to his lips.  He gasped
as his arousal went up a notch.

   As the sleeve continued to stroke his penis, the Sire looked down at the
babies -- his babies -- as Mrs.  Woronov took them out and distributed them
to the others, who were able to hold them.  Among Kai-Kai's children there
were 17 other sets of triplets.  Also there had been 78 sets of twins.  His
genes evidently tended toward multiple births, which was a welcome
surprise. It increased the margin of error for the ultimate goal that
everyone called "25 - 25": the Sire producing 25,000 children, born plus
unborn, by his 25th birthday.  It was probably just a matter of time before
a set of quadruplets appeared.

   Mrs.  Bartleby, who was childless, was especially taken with the new
Project offspring.  As she tickled the baby's nose, she said, "Are they
crawling yet?"

   "No," Mr.  Woronov said, "but they flip around in their cribs a lot. 
And they're great grabbers." Dr.  Chatterjee smiled as he tried to free his
finger from the iron grip of a tiny hand.

   Mrs.  Woronov playfully clutched her nipples, visible through her dress.
"Great biters too!" Everyone laughed.

   They now, as if performing a solemn rite, lined up behind Mrs.  Woronov
so that she could raise them up one by one to the Sire's face.

   As it happened Kai-Kai was cresting into orgasm.  "B - beautiful -- b -
babies -- OHH!  OHH!" As the Sire complimented Mrs.  Woronov on the
attractiveness of what were, in fact, his own children, he ejaculated, the
same act by which he had created them.  Nurse Lopez and Ms.  Bartleby,
standing to the side, monitored the boy's second ejaculation of the morning
and counted the contractions.  There were ten.  They began with three
strong spurts, as if one for each triplet in front of him.  As the white
semen exploded from the wide meatus Mrs.  Woronov found herself saying
quietly, "Ivan, Pyotr, Pavel", as if naming the spurts after her babies. 
After the last, irregular spasms finished, Nurse Lopez read off a yield of
8 cc's before removing the slide.  The boy's second ejaculation in ten
minutes, yet still twice as voluminous as the average man's.  It joined his
first at the bottom of the tube, where 21 cc's of his semen now lay.

   The Woronovs, descendants of the Russian settlers who had gotten as far
as California during the 19th century, were rather frequent visitors.  This
was their fourth visit since the babies had been born (and Mrs.  Woronov
became an "P-7").  Like everyone else they were fond of this prolifically
procreating teenager, and Mrs.  Woronov was proud of having produced three
babies for the Project from the Sire's ejaculation.  As she picked them up
one by one to show their sleepy faces to their spasming teenage biological
father, she thought back on her impreg last year.  It was a rainy morning
in June, and she was the I-1.  After much indecision she had settled on a
tank top over a white bra, calico skirt (with no panties), and flip flops.
Her hair, frizzed with the humidity, had to be tied back.  Like many P-3's,
she had been unable to sleep the night before, in anticipation of the
impreg, and when she could wait no longer she got out of bed, carefully put
her clothes on and grabbed one of the Guest House's umbrellas.  She
regretted her choice of flip flops, slippery in the warm heavy rain, and
went the rest of the way barefoot, splashing through the puddles, flip
flops in hand.  She had arrived at his house a little early, at 5:45 a.m.,
and after a gracious cup of coffee with Kai-Kai's newly-awakened mother she
had crept up to his room, extracted that hateful retainer from her vagina,
and awakened him by gently lifting his flaccid penis with both hands and
opening wide to place the big glans in her warm mouth to the extent she
could.  The preferred way of waking up the Sire.

   Kai-Kai had been groggy but gentle in "taking" her.  Though still half
asleep he was careful to end up going no further in than the five inches
she had specified in her profile.  Like most P-1's she had not taken enough
account of the boy's girth and had written down too deep a number for her
"pitch".  Fortunately as the trainers had told her, if Kai-Kai was too big
for you, deep breaths made his gentle thrusts easier to take.  She had only
a little more than half of him inside her but in terms of volume it was
over twice as much "dick" as she got when her husband went in to the hilt.
Despite the boy's gentleness the immensity of penetration was rough; she
felt the wind knocked out of her.  She was thankful that her husband was of
more conventional dimensions.  Fortunately the boy knew how to thrust at an
angle that flicked her clitoris back and forth, and she climaxed quickly.
And then, barely heard over the falling rain outside, the boy's low moan,
which signaled he was about to "come".

   Being his first ejaculation of the day, it was thick and copious, one
spurt after another, seeming to go on and on.  She was filled up right away
and then felt globs of excess semen plopping across her thighs and inching
down to fill the crack of her anus.  She was receiving over a billion
sperm, but somehow she felt that it was the boy's ninth spurt that
contained the spermatozoön that gotten into her egg.  Of course there was
no way to tell but she just knew it, as she felt herself changing over from
a P-3 to a P-4.  The middle name she picked for all the triplets was
Devyat, the Russian word for "ninth", supposedly because they had been born
on the ninth day of the month, but she smiled to herself whenever she
thought of the real reason.

   Her impreg was on a Friday, late in the week, and at the Guest House,
listening to the P-4's, she found that this kind of sensation during coitus
with the Sire was not unusual.  It was part of the mystique of this gentle
boy with the special genetics that would save millions of lives.  His sperm
was magic.  Over dessert, while she and the other P-3's listened with rapt
attention, the ladies talked about how they "knew" the moment they had been
impregnated.  It was not literal; they had been well versed in the biology
and knew that it was actually several hours before Kai-Kai's sperm met the
egg coming down their fallopian tubes.  It was more a spiritual thing.

   It was not hard for Ms.  Woronov to visit because she lived only about
three hours away, in Yuba City.  In fact only two Project women lived
closer, a P-7, and a P-6 who was due to give birth in two months.  Early in
the Project planning it was decided against accepting any applicants from
the town of Semillas itself, or the surrounding area.  Project children,
once they were old enough to be curious about it, were not kept from the
fact that their biological father was the Sire, and it was considered to be
awkward, and possibly destabilizing to parenting and home life, if the Sire
was someone they actually saw around town, and hard to miss since he always
went around naked, and was a good deal younger than their familial father.
But Project families around the world had been taking the real facts in
stride so well that most people assumed the policy would be abolished.

   That it hadn't been abolished yet was mostly due to the turf war on this
question between the Penetration Committee and the Local Affairs Committee.
Angela had read about the back-and-forth in the "Sire Collection".  The
Board was probably correct in eventually assigning the issue to
Penetration, but Local Affairs, consisting of people who lived in Semillas
and knew the Sire personally, was more protective of him than anyone, and
suspicious of anything that might affect his happy life in the community.

   What did Kai-Kai himself think about the prospect of seeing his
biological children around town on a daily basis?  In general, and much to
some people's irritation, the Project seemed not to imagine that the Sire
could have a say in any matter; but on this question they might actually
ask him to attend a committtee meeting to see what he thought.  So far no
actual invite had been made; Penetration's energies were taken up with the
ongoing struggle to obtain participation from the many underpenetrated
areas of the world -- Mongolia, for example, or Zimbabwe, or Indochina --
and the Semillas area was low-priority.  Eventually some kind of decision
would be made.

   Mrs.  Woronov put her babies back in the stroller as everyone looked up
at the boy recovering from his orgasm.  "Thank you, Kai-Kai," they said,
almost in unison.

   "You're -- chkkk -- welcome," he gasped back, as his penis quickly
became supersentive and the incessant back-and-forth of the sleeve, a
little more snug now, caused what must have been pain, though only for a
few seconds.  He exhaled as it subsided and looked dully down at the floor,
preparing himself for a third cycle of stimulation, ascent, orgasm,
ejaculation, and then momentary pain.

   After a little more chit-chat and munching of doughnuts, Mr.  Woronov
shook hands with everyone.  "Good to see you again, folks," he said.  He
went up to Kai-Kai, who did not have a free hand to shake, and said, "Good
to see you too again, Kai-Kai.  And thanks for these beautiful babies."

   Kai-Kai smiled and nodded.  "Have a g - good day, Mr.  Woronov.  And you
t - too, Mrs.  Woronov.  C - c - come back s - soonnn . . .  ohhh . . ."
The boy was unfailingly respectful to older people.  Mrs.  Woronov, tall
women that she was, was able to stretch up and give the boy a little peck
on the chin before they left.

   Mr.  Woronov's attitude to Kai-Kai was typical of Project husbands -- he
treated him as a surrogate son, an accomplished athlete he was proud of. 
As part of the application process all the husbands had been
psychologically tested to make sure they would not become jealous of this
young boy who would impregnate their wives.  There was the added factor
that, as everyone knew, the Sire had an extremely large penis, and penis
size was a source of insecurity for many men, particularly in Western
countries, even into middle age.  How to deal with this insecurity had been
studied extensively by the Admission Committee.  But it did not exist in
many cultures; in fact in some places in Africa and South America, and
among the Inuit, a large penis was considered ugly.  Penis size insecurity
was most pronounced among Western conservatives, and/or those who owned
more than one gun or whose politics were hawkish.  This presented a problem
because the Project wanted the pool of Project parents to be ideologically
as well as racially and culturally diverse.

   It was hoped that the screening process would eliminate husbands who
might feel insecure.  There was a P-7 Committee which monitored parents
like the Woronovs where the Project children were already born and being
raised.  It had so far noticed no adverse effects.  But to head off any
problems, at the Guest House the women were told that on return to their
husbands they should mention their encounter with Kai-Kai before the
husbands asked about it.  Suggested comments were, "It was simply too big!"
or "I think having a penis that big is a curse!" or "Dear, it was not fun.
It hurt.  Bigger is NOT better!  I'd rather have *your* penis in me!"

   Angela watched as the babies were rolled out of the room.  Then Dr. 
Chatterjee excused himself to go to his office, which was across the hall.
Ms.  Bartleby and Ms.  Goldenstein stood around uncertainly, then looked up
at Kai-Kai, whose eyes were closed as if meditating.

   "I suppose this goes on for the next two hours," Ms.  Bartleby said.

   Nurse Lopez said, "There's a rest period.  He'll probably finish around
11 o'clock."

   "It's amazing how he can go on and on like this," Ms.  Goldenstein said.
"The average guy comes just once, and then he's wiped out." She spoke with
an air of much experience.  She had been to bed with dozens of men, though
she had been "steady" with her live-in boyfriend for the past year and a
half.  Ms.  Bartleby, twice as old, had only had two lovers in her life.

   Angela felt like breaking in to this conversation.  "Kai-Kai is special
in so many ways."

   Nurse Lopez said, "Miss Chin, you are falling in love with the Sire."
Then a cynical smile.  Angela shrugged good-naturedly.

   Ms.  Goldenstein and Ms.  Bartleby looked at each other a little
sheepishly.  They were Draining Committee members and supposed to be
interested, but by now they were bored.  Their expressions seemed to say:
Seen one Sire ejaculation, you've seen them all.  Finally Ms.  Bartleby
said, "We'll be back later if you don't mind."

   After they left, Nurse Lopez went up to Kai-Kai.  "Tell me when you're
ready again," she said as if barking an order at a subordinate.  Eyes still
closed, the naked, sweating boy nodded.  Then the nurse went to her desk,
in the other corner of Lab 6.

   Angela was left alone with the Sire.  The room now seemed so empty.  The
Woronovs and their babies, in particular, had been a welcome presence.  She
looked over at the opened box and had an urge to eat the one doughnut that
was left.  But she felt greedy doing that when Kai-kai was only allowed to
take a little nibble.  Even that nibble was against the guidelines; during
a draining the Sire was not supposed to have anything in his stomach except
water.  Or maybe coffee?

   Angela went up to Kai-Kai with the cup of decaf.  This caused him to
open his eyes.  "Mmmm, coffee," he said with a little smile.  Angela had to
go on tiptoe but she extended her arm to bring the cup up to his lips.  He
was clearly thirsty now.  He drank most of it, then grunted, "Thanks --
ohh!." A quick jerk of arousal had caused coffee to dribble down his chin,
and down his chest.  As Angela watched in consternation it ran into his
pubic hair, which was lush and abundant due to its constant exposure to the
open air.  Finally the little rivulet stopped where the penis tube pressed
against his pubic bone and made a seal around the base of his penis.  "S -
sorry", he said, though it was hardly his fault.  "No, I'm sorry," Angela
said, as she fetched a napkin to wipe his chin, and his sweating chest, and
then carefully soak up the little brown puddle above the seal.

   Angela looked at this gentle boy's huge penis, or the parts that were
visible on each end of the braided sleeve as it slid back and forth.  It
did not go forward enough to touch his glans, or back enough to cover the
inch or so at the root.  In the argot of the Project, it did not touch his
primal zone (his first inch), or his octaval, nonaval or decival zones (his
eighth inch, his ninth inch, and what there was of his tenth inch).  The
glans was reddish-brown and the size of a plum; the meatus was such a
distended hole that it looked like a pencil could fit into it.  The whole
works -- penis tube, braided sleeve, transmittal hose, slide and stopcock
and collection tube -- extended two feet out before ending down at the
stage floor, seeming to dwarf the slight, sweating body which was producing
fluid to feed it.

   A grunt from the boy led her to look up at his face.  So many times his
"apparatus" was watched and discussed as if there was not a real person
attached to it.  Angela was determined to be not like that.  She thought of
something to say.

   "Solly and Bradley are right about you making that presentation before
the Village Board."

   "I -- don't feel right -- about speaking in p - public." He was trying
to look her in the eye, and mostly succeeded, despite being constantly
stimulated towards another orgasm.  His eyebrows twitched crazily as he
tried to concentrate on their conversation.

   "Maybe you just don't like politics," Angela said, half teasing.

   A crooked smile.  "There's -- something to that -- ohhh . . ." His eyes
lost focus but regained it as he continued.  "It's -- important to the t -
town though . . .  "

   The approaching click - clack of high heels and nice shoes out in the
hallway distracted them, and now the scent of perfume.  The naked,
sweating, constantly stimulated boy looked to the doorway with as broad a
smile as he could manage.

   Angela soon found out why, as his girlfriend Marikit, in her white
Sunday best, bounded into the room, followed by two grown women in equal
finery, and a tall black man in a dark suit with a carnation in his lapel.

   Part 8

   "Hi, Sweetie!" the cute, dark-skinned Pilipino girl said, jumping up to
kiss Kai-Kai on the cheek.  Angela knew that if his face weren't so flushed
already, he would blush.  He always did at Marikit's displays of affection.
Now he nodded to the others, smiling politely through his barely suppressed
gasps and the distracted twitching of his eyebrows.

   Angela had a pretty good idea who these folks were, but Marikit
introduced them anyway.  "This is Angela, from the medical team.  Angela,
this is Pastor Gloria" -- indicating the older black woman, as short as
Angela, with streaks of gray in her tied-back hair, and who carried herself
with queenly dignity.  "This is Sister Marisol" -- she looked Hispanic,
maybe a little older than Angela, with a large bust that strained the front
of her immaculate white blouse -- "and this is Elder Jeremiah" -- the tall
black man was not, despite his title, elderly, and had a stylish goatee. 
Marikit, Pastor Gloria and Sister Marisol all wore dark skirts that went
down to their ankles.  Elder Jeremiah was in an impeccable black business
suit.

   Angela nodded to all of them.  She wondered if Sister Marisol and Elder
Jeremiah had positions of power in their church, or were just members of
the congregation.  Were all the women called "Sister"?  Were all men called
"Elder"?  Angela's impression was that it was some kind of pentacostal
church, probably with lots of wailing and crying out during services, which
lasted several hours.

   "We're off to the service," Marikit said, probably unnecessarily,
looking up at her sweating boyfriend.  "Too bad you can't make it."

   Angela studied Kai-Kai's reaction.  A crooked smile in between little
gasps.  She thought about what Elaine had said, that Kai-Kai's schedule
could easily be tweaked to leave him time to do things on his own, like for
example going to Marikit's church.  It would be a strange sight, a naked
boy in the middle of exquisitely dressed churchgoers.  Angela guessed that
Kai-Kai didn't really want to go, for some reason.  Maybe he didn't buy
into their theology.  There were so many things that he must have an
opinion about, that he never expressed.  The boy was just not a talker.

   Not that he was unsupportive of Marikit's church.  These folks acted
like they had met Kai-Kai many times and were paying a frequent courtesy
call; maybe they visited during every Lab draining.  And he helped the
church out a lot by being the cook at their annual pancake breakfast, held
on a Saturday.  It was a huge fundraiser for them, since everyone knew what
a good cook he was.  Angela had gone last year -- held outdoors because it
was a fine day -- and discovered why his pancakes were justly famous.  She
also struck up a conversation with the woman, about age 40, sitting next to
her at the long table, who was in traditional Sri Lankan clothing.  The Sri
Lankan woman excused herself, and when Angela went to the back of the tent
to compliment Kai-Kai on his cooking skill, she learned that the woman was
that day's I-3 and had taken the naked boy behind the bushes so she could
be impregnated by him.  A few minutes after that Kai-Kai, having peed in
the bushes to clear out his urethra and wiped his penis off, was back
behind the griddle, flipping more pancakes.  He was characteristically
modest when she asked about the recipe.  "Not anything special," he said,
as he flipped away, Angela trying not to look down as his genitals swayed
with his motions.  "Soy flour, whole wheat, a little white.  Orange juice
to make it fluffier."

   Now in Lab 6 everyone's attention, somewhat naturally, went to "the
Project's penis", being stroked in the tube, and the white semen that sat
at the bottom of the collection tube.

   "How many loads is that?" Pastor Gloria said.  Angela was struck by how
even such a dignified woman freely used the colloquial terms.  Even Dr. 
Chatterjee said "load" on occasion, though when he said it one could almost
see the quotation marks around it.

   "T - two -- ohh," Kai-Kai said.

   "Very good," Sister Marisol said, bending forward to look.  Her huge
breasts were tightly encased in a seamed bra that could easily be detected
through the white silk of her blouse.  Even so, they lurched forward a bit
as she bent down.

   "That's a lot for two," Elder Jeremiah said.  Not that he would be
speaking from experience; he was single and not allowed to have any orgasms
himself.  Of course everyone freely talked about Kai-Kai's ejaculations;
they were not considered "sex", but medicine for the human race.  He was
thought of as a virgin, never having had a sexual relationship as such. 
But as for Marikit's church, Angela had heard that it was quite
Puritanical. No sex before marriage, and no masturbation either.  Marriages
seemed to be carefully arranged and probably had to be approved by the
pastor.  Angela was pretty sure Marikit never masturbated, and had never
had an orgasm.  She must have seen dozens of Kai-Kai's, maybe hundreds. 
Did she ever wonder what one felt like?  Her constantly unsatiated lust
probably motivated some of her affection for him.

   They contemplated the boy's combined loads, sitting in the tube. 
"Kai-Kai is the greatest," Marikit said enthusiastically, or maybe lustily,
causing the boy to smile.  His breathing got heavier as he ascended to
another plateau.

   "Can you pray with us?" Pastor Gloria said.  Seeing him nod, everyone
joined hands.  Angela, to be polite, joined the circle.  Pastor Gloria
reached up as far as she could to grab Kai-Kai's hand, which was hanging
from the end of the T-bar.  Elder Jeremiah was between Pastor Gloria and
Sister Marisol.  Angela was between Sister Marisol and Marikit who, getting
into position quickly, got Kai-Kai's other hand.

   Angela could feel everyone's grip get tighter as Pastor Gloria began:

   "Lord, look on your servant Kai-Kai and bless him bless this young man
who has created so many new lives help him create many more lives that will
save so many other lives and banish the terrible pestilence eliminate all
that suffering make his testicles continue to produce sperm that he will
continue to plant into thousands of women good women who will raise his
children to be loving and giving of their blood bless these testicles which
will save so many hurting people make these testicles big and fertile so
that they produce more semen and sperm more of his blessed sperm which is a
gift to mankind make his ejaculations fruitful and may the women receive
them with thanks so that he may have many thousands of children like grains
of sand on the seashore all over the world to be raised in love Lord give
Kai-Kai a happy life and may he ejaculate thousands of times Lord make his
testicles fruitful -- "

   Whether this prayer encouraged the onset of Kai-Kai's third ejaculation
of the morning was probably unknowable.  "OHH!  Ms.  -- Lopez -- I'm --
going to -- come!"

   Nurse Lopez, without urgency, got up from her desk and walked over.

   "OHHH!  OHHH!" Kai-Kai looked to the ceiling and his eyes opened wide as
if he were ejaculating for God.  Or at least the churchgoers made it seem
so.  They watched as the boy's plum-sized glans expanded and hardened, the
meatus opening, as if it was itself singing praise.  Everyone's grip got
tighter as if steadying his body as it began jerking with spasm after
spasm. His high-pitched shouts mingled with the excited prayers of Pastor
Gloria, Sister Marisol, Elder Jeremiah and Marikit as they cheered each
spurt of thick semen as it shot toward them along the length of the tube,
slid down the hose, and gathered at the stopcock.  "Yes, Lord!" "OHHH!"
"Hallelujah!" "AHHH!" "Praise the Lord!" "OHHH!" "More, Lord, more!"
"OHHHH!" "Shots of life, Lord!" "OHHHH!" "Praise your handiwork, Lord!"
"AHHHHHH!"

   Angela pictured how this would look at an impreg, with these folks in a
circle around the copulating couple and shouting praise as each shot of the
boy's DNA hit the woman's cervix, celebrating what the Project called the
"moment of effectuation".  She supposed it could be seen as a sacred
moment. Then she pictured the Sleeve Stage set up on the altar at their
church, spotlights on the sweating naked boy as he climaxed again and again
to their shouts and people speaking in tongues, the spurting "loads" being
collected in a bowl as "holy water" for the congregation to dip their
fingers into.  She remembered reading somewhere that in the old days a
daily prayer was called a "daily ejaculation" . . .  She shook her head. 
She was brought up in a conservative Chinese-American family.  She grew up
going to an Episcopal Church every Sunday around this time.  How did these
imaginings get into her head?

   And those dreams?

   As Kai-Kai's last spasms spent themselves everyone quieted down.  Grips
relaxed and they closed their eyes and looked down and murmured.  "Thank
you, Jesus." "Praise be to God." With a nod of Pastor Gloria's head
everyone's hands separated.

   "7 cc's", Nurse Lopez announced.  Then a few moments later, "65 million
per cc." Remarkable, Angela thought.  Most men couldn't manage even two
ejaculations.  But on his third in less than an hour, Kai-Kai's sperm count
had barely decreased.  It was still well up in the fertile range.  And what
he had produced was still double the size of a normal "load".

   "Thanks, Kai-Kai," Marikit said, reaching up to touch his cheek and
smooth back his hair.  Again the boy got a round of thanks and gasped,
"You're -- welcome."

   He grimaced as the braided, contoured sleeve kept rubbing, kept rubbing,
through the moment of penile hypersensitivity.  These intervals seemed to
get longer after each ejaculation; this one lasted about ten seconds. 
Marikit held his hand again to help him through this momentary ordeal. 
Then as he exhaled and his eyes opened again she brought a bottle of water
up to his lips.  He drank quickly, almost emptying the bottle, and thanked
her.  His long, thick erection had barely subsided, still at its 9.1 inches
in length, and a little more than two inches in diameter, filling up most
of the tube.  Nor did his huge testicles seem any smaller, despite having
supplied so much.  Though Angela supposed if his epididymides were palpated
they would be softer and smaller than before the draining began.

   "See you later, Sister," Pastor Gloria said to Marikit.  Angela guessed
that the rest of them had someone else to visit before the service.  With
Nurse Lopez going back to her desk, it was just Angela and Marikit alone
with Kai-Kai.

   Marikit's cell phone rang and she answered it.  It was apparently her
dorm roommate.  As she spoke she casually glanced at the sleeve stroking
her boyfriend's penis.  Angela could sense Kai-Kai smothering his gasps so
that Marikit could hear the call.  "Yes, I left it for you on the dresser.
. .  No, I'm here with Kai-Kai. . .  Ask her if we can leave it at the
front desk. . .  No, Melissa's on duty this morning. . . .  He's come three
times so far. . .  Um" -- looking at the collection tube -- "28 cc's. . .
what about the Interdorm Council meeting. . .  you mean it's tonight?  oh
darn! . . .  " For Marikit, this was strong language.  Then she exhaled in
disappointment.  "Yes I can stop by before church.  I want to make him come
again. . .  Then I'll be over. . .  bye." She looked up at Kai-Kai's face.
His eyes were closed as if he were meditating.  Or praying?  -- for what?
Angela wondered.  An end to this draining?

   Marikit brought a chair over, took off her dressy boots, and stood up on
it in her stocking feet.  And kissed Kai-Kai on the lips.  It was not an
open-mouthed kiss but it was shocking to Angela.  Up until now she had only
seen Marikit's hugs and little pecks on the cheek.

   Marikit hopped down and without putting her boots back on padded over to
a cabinet.  Out came two long feather dusters, of the type Angela had seen
before, used at the Weekly Sire Inspection.  She knew what was going to
happen next.  The beautiful Pilipino girl walked over to the Sleeve Stage
and looked up at Kai-Kai's face.  Then she lightly swept one of the
feathers across the boy's nipples.  The effect on the boy was like being
shocked by static electricity.  "OH!" And then a long, low, "ohhhhh . . .
Marikit . . .  ohhh . . ."

   Now she brought the other feather down low, reaching around the
collection hose, and angled it up so that it brushed under his testicles.
Kai-Kai inhaled quickly, his teeth gritting.  "Ohhh . . .  that feels so
good . . .  oh Marikit . . ."

   It was lovemaking, if anything is, even though Marikit was fully dressed
and all the action was on Kai-Kai's nude body.  Up until now Angela had
seen the boy stimulated with all kinds of ingenious devices.  But now he
was being gently teased -- though not actually touched -- by his loving
girlfriend.  His body reacted in new ways.  His toes, gripping the rough
pads on the stage, spread and wiggled.  His body shook like a leaf in the
wind, then shivered as if exposed to a freezing arctic breeze.  He moaned
in a new way -- "zhhh . . .  zhhhh . . ." And now for once Kai-Kai called
his girlfriend something besides her actual name.  "Oh Baby . . ."

   One of Angela's questions was now being answered.  Yes, the Sire's
sexual responses did have an emotional component.  Which accounted for his
quick ascent to another orgasm.

   He gasped and held his breath.  Angela had gotten to know the stages of
the boy's response by now but this was unusual.  He seemed to be trying to
hold back.

   "Yes, build it up, Baby," Marikit said.  She moved the feathers faster,
over his now-erect nipples, and below, across and around the large,
tightening testicles, each the size of a lemon.  She reached further in so
that the feather tickled his anus.  She was trying to induce orgasm, while
he was resisting.  It seemed like a game they had played many times before.

   "Oh!  Oh!" His eyes opened with what looked like surprise.  Then looked
down at Marikit.

   "Yes, come for me Baby!  Come for me!" The feathers were moving
furiously now.  "Give me all you can!"

   The young lovers' eyes locked on each other as she beamed her
encouragement and now his eyebrows twitched as he went over the edge. 
Throughout his shouts, his eyes stayed open, as Marikit cried out, "Yes! 
Yes!!  More, Baby!  You can do it!  Yes!!"

   Angela felt her own eyes getting wet.  True love.  Marikit showed her
love by trying with all her skill to induce the biggest orgasm possible,
while Kai-Kai showed his love for her by giving her every drop of semen he
possibly could.

   And it was a big load -- 11 cc's!  A measure of the largeness of their
love.  Marikit rejoiced in the product of her boyfriend's testicles as the
spasms seemed to go on and on.  When they finally stopped, Marikit
retrieved the chair and stood up to hug her face against Kai-Kai's.  "Oh
Baby," she said.  "Oh Marikit," he said.  They never said they loved each
other, but they obviously did.

   Was this their form of sex?  They were both virgins, Kai-Kai in a
psychological sense, Marikit in every sense.  Yet what Angela had just seen
seemed like a complete expression of their young love.

   With another kiss on the lips Marikit stepped down.  Nurse Lopez turned
off the machine and the braided sleeve stopped, as it so happened at the
point in its travel nearest the glans.  She withdrew the slide at the
stopcock and the boy's fourth load dropped down.  There were now 39 cc's of
white ejaculate at the bottom of the collection tube.  Angela helped Nurse
Lopez release the tube and the sleeve from Kai-Kai's penis.  The tube's
seal had created a reddish circle around his pubic hair.  Time, finally, to
give the boy a rest, if only for a few minutes.  The lab was quiet now that
the stroking sleeve mechanism was off.  They helped him untangle his arms
from the overhead T-bar.  Then they held the naked boy's hands as he
staggered across the lab to a metal exam table, his bare feet slapping
against the cold tile floor.  With their help he climbed on, then fell onto
his back, legs splayed open.  Meanwhile Marikit had brought two chilled
towels from the freezer.  She lovingly laid one over his face.  Nurse Lopez
with her professional manner lifted his penis and testicles and wrapped the
other frozen towel around them.

   "Bye Baby, see you later," Marikit said, planting a kiss on his
shoulder. He smiled weakly, watching her put on her boots and leave, to
scoot to her dorm room, then to church.

   Part 9

   After four ejaculations Kai-Kai was allowed a ten-minute rest.  He lay
on the metal table, the cold wet towels on his face and on his genitals. 
Angela expected him to go to sleep but he didn't.  Like an athlete pacing
himself, he was consciously taking deep breaths at intervals, sometimes
clearing his throat.  Angela decided not to bother him with conversation.

   As she sat at the intern's desk her eyes wandered.  She saw the unused
cameras on their stands in the corner.  Drainings were sometimes filmed,
with five cameras, one in front of Kai-Kai's face, one in front of his
penis, one behind him, and two on the sides.  The cameras had little
spolights on them so that every part of his nudity could be brightly
illuminated.  Kai-Kai didn't mind, of course; he was used to being
photographed and being on display.  She wondered if at any point the
Draining Committee had asked his permission for filming, or for any aspect
of the drainings, +or indeed for permission to do drainings at all.  She
wondered how awkward it was when excepts from a draining were shown to the
Freshman Biology class, with Kai-Kai sitting there as one of the students.
Was he then asked questions about it?

   Kai-Kai had been photographed in other contexts, of course.  His friends
took photos of him at every opportunity, particularly his gay friend Duvon,
who openly lusted after him even though he was perfectly aware that Kai-Kai
"didn't swing that way".  And the Sire was photographed at ceremonial
occasions, like when a negotiations had concluded and a new country had
agreed to be penetrated.  She had heard about an uncomfortable incident
last winter with the Mongolian reps in Ulaanbaatar.  Kai-Kai and Mr. 
Alkaras had flown out to the Mongolian capital (this was during his annual
two-week "vacation") for a photo op in Chinggis Square.  It was well below
freezing, with everyone in heavy coats and fur hats, except for the Sire of
course, goose-pimpled and purplish all over but not complaining about the
biting Siberian wind on his nakedness and the icy patches under his bare
feet.  Fortunately they were only out there for about ten minutes.  When
the cameras started clicking, the Mongolian reps, standing at his sides,
took their gloves off, lifted up his penis with one hand, and then with the
other held up a testicle triumphantly in their open palms, as if showing
off this year's apple crop.  It was surprising and very undignified but
there was nothing Mr.  Alkaras could do about it.  Kai-Kai smiled gamely as
his testicles were grasped for the cameras.  Such sacrifices had to be made
in the name of diplomacy.  Mr.  Alkaras apologized to the boy later but,
predictably, Kai-Kai brushed it off, saying "It was all right."

   Angela looked at the semen at the bottom of the collection tube.  That
fourth "load" was bigger than the second or third, which was not the normal
pattern.  Usually subsequent ejaculations were less and less, until the boy
had an orgasm and there was nothing left to ejaculate -- the Draining
Committee went with the colloquial term "drygasm" -- and the draining was
concluded.  This last big load was due no doubt to the emotional component,
the caressing, albeit indirect, of Kai-Kai's cute girlfriend.

   There was a limit to what machines could do.  The sleeve, and other
devices that were going to be used this morning, were the product of
extensive testing as to what could best stimulate Kai-Kai and produce the
strongest orgasms and the greatest "yield".  But humans are humans and
sexual response is strongest when it is the product of the human touch,
specifically, fingers and tongues and throats.  It was apparent to everyone
that Kai-Kai ejaculated more during the non-lab drainings, the informal
sessions on the other Sundays when he was set upon by groups of
enthusiastic women, sometimes his own age, students at the college, but
more often women in their 30's and 40's who lived in town and were either
professors themselves or married to faculty.  Sometimes the drainings were
outdoors, like out on the soccer field in summer.  A couple of times he was
drained out there in winter, his accelerated sexual metabolism sustaining
him as he thrashed about in the snow, but ironically it was too cold for
the fully clothed women to stay out long so the outdoor winter drainings
were discontinued.

   So in cold weather he was drained at somebody's house.  Lawanda,
Angela's friend who was on the medical team, went once to Ms.  Gunderson's
house, just out of curiosity, and later over pizza she gave Angela and her
friends a detailed account.  She had opened the door and Ms.  Gunderson
answered, newly smeared with "facial cream".  The odor of semen was heavy
in the house.  Soft jazz was playing from somewhere.  As Lawanda entered
the living room she saw three women on the couch, having coffee and
chatting.  A loud moan from the dining room told Lawanda "where the action
was" and Ms.  Gunderson led her there.

   Kai-Kai was hanging from widely-spaced handcuffs that connected to the
track lighting above.  Standing on a couch in their stocking feet, two
women were sucking his nipples.  Ms.  Kimura was doing her specialty,
deep-throating him, somehow taking all of his 9.1 inches down her throat,
her nose buried in his pubic hair.  It created a bulge in her slender
throat which traveled up and down.  Behind him, another woman had spread
his butt cheeks and was tonguing into his rectum.  From the smell of mint
Angela could tell that the boy had been given an enema.  Below, sitting on
chairs, women were sucking on his toes and licking his calves.  Having
always been naked, without any sexual hangups, Kai-Kai had learned to
receive enormous amounts of sexual pleasure from various sources.

   Except for Ms.  Gunderson, who was in a bathrobe and slippers, the women
were all fully and elegantly dressed.  Not a button was undone.  It
contrasted with the boy's total nudity.

   "Ohhh -- ohhh -- ohhh -- " Kai-Kai moaned, clearly getting close to
orgasm.

   "This will be his fifth," Ms.  Gunderson said.  Then she proudly showed
off her smeared face.  "I got the first one, it's the thickest, as you
know. Full of protein, it's not a joke.  It really is the best facial
cream."

   Lawanda, being more assertive than Angela, did not hesitate with her
questions.  "And the handcuffs?"

   Ms.  Gunderson laughed.  "No, he's not into BDSM or anything.  Though
maybe some of the ladies are turned on by the idea.  It's to stabilize his
body so he doesn't fall over when he comes.  Also it stretches his muscles
out, makes the orgasm more intense." Angela had read about that somewhere,
maybe in a Draining Committee memo.

   "OHHH -- OHHH -- OHHH!  AHHH!  AHHH!" The ladies who were not involved
in licking or sucking Kai-Kai turned to see the great event.  The boy's
body jerked with his shouts, Ms.  Kimura being careful to keep him fully
engulfed in her throat throughout the orgasm, pulling his butt cheeks
close, pressing her head into his pelvis.  Her loud gulps indicated that
she was being fed a voluminous, thick load.  The woman licking his anus
burrowed in further, timing her licks with his contractions so as to extend
them.  The women sucking his nipples followed a similar rhythm.  They
obviously had done this many times and were well-practiced.

   All of Kai-Kai's orgasms were long-lasting, but this one seemed
especially so.  When the last, irregular spasm was done, Ms.  Kimura
withdrew her head from the boy's long, thick penis, inch by inch.  Finally
the glans emerged, connected to her mouth by thick ropes of esophageal
mucus which thinned out and then separated.  There was a general wiping of
mouths and then applause.  Lawanda heard some discussion on the couch as to
whether they counted fifteen or sixteen contractions.  As for Kai-Kai, the
women below held his legs as others got on chairs to carefully undo the
handcuffs.  His arms fell onto their shoulders and he was brought over to
the kitchen counter to sit on top of it.  He got a couple of hugs and then
someone brought over a zinc-and-protein milkshake which he drank thirstily.
It looked like a bunch of mothers watching with approval as their son drank
his milk.

   According to Lawanda, Kai-Kai was then laid down on the counter, his
legs separated and pressed back over his shoulders, as Ms.  Whitfield
tongued his anus, Ms.  Mandembwe deep-throated him, Ms.  McFlenn licked one
testicle, and Nellie Fuentes, who was in Kai-Kai's Intro to Sociology
class, licked the other.  Lawanda was surprised that all those women's
heads could get in there but after some angling for position they managed
it.  The boy gritted his teeth and gripped the edges of the counter with
his knuckles.  His sixth ejaculation of the morning soon followed.

   Lawanda left at that point but she later found that not just tongues and
fingers were deployed.  Kai-Kai was also subjected to vibrators, feather
boas, artificial vaginas and vibrating pearls; his prostate massaged with
bumpy dildos and strings of beads and exhilarated with carbonated and
mentholated enemas; his nipples stiffened with ice cubes and teased with
eyeliner brushes and pinched and stretched with little clamps; and his
testicles smeared with peanut butter that was licked off, and encased in
crushed ice at the moment of orgasm to slow down the contractions.  After
the final "drygasm" the women left the boy to nap on the couch.  Later they
got on their coats and watched as he jumped in for a freezing swim in the
pool (which was kept open in the winter for this purpose).  Then his
flushed, dripping body was toweled off and he sat at the kitchen table,
cheerfully wolfing down a tuna sandwich and soup, as the women sat around
and asked him how his schoolwork was going.

   Exactly what kind of "yield" Kai-Kai produced during the informal
drainings was hard to estimate, of course.  The women had been asked by Dr.
Chatterjee but all they could do was count contractions.  Ms.  Menendez
reported, with some pride, that she detected 19 contractions during a deep
throat, which would be a record.  This was confirmed by Ms.  Dale and Jenny
Ryan (one of Kai-Kai's classmates from dance class), who were closely
watching the twitching of Kai-Kai's anus.  Other than that, some women
reported "he filled my belly" but subjective impressions like that weren't
very enlightening.

   Lawanda also told Angela about Mrs.  Yevtushenko of the Art Department,
who liked to watch the drainings without taking part.  Her pencil sketches
of the activities were spare but well done.  It was amazing how many
positions a nude male body can be contorted into so as to maximize access.
None of this was a problem for Kai-Kai, whose minor was in Dance and who
was very flexible for a male.  In some drawings ten women were on him, each
attending to a different body part.  The fact that the women were all fully
clothed and using only fingers and tongues made them seem big and Kai-Kai
small.  Sometimes one had to look hard to see any of his bare skin in that
tangle of women.

   Mrs.  Yevtushenko also did fantasy sketches, which showed her
interesting creativity (and that of the women who asked her to sketch their
ideas).  Lawanda saw Kai-Kai powering a spaceship, squirting his semen into
the hyper-drive engine; filling bottles one by one as they passed on an
assembly line; working a steering wheel with his penis; feeding women in a
cafeteria (nursing, or nourishing others, was a common theme, and Kai-Kai
did have a nurturing personality).  Tiny women of all colors climbed over
and all around his 50-foot penis; a statue of him in the middle of town,
posed as an artist's model (not far from truth); he sat in his desk in
class, with his penis in a suction tube, as his ejaculate was piped over to
a power plant (it must be hard for him to concentrate on classwork like
that); green alien women fully deep throated him, or their two-foot tongues
curled way up into his intestines.  The imaginary universes of Kai-Kai
seemed endless.

   Sometimes the scenes were variations on his real life.  There he was on
his bicycle, zipping around like he did on Saturday mornings to change the
towels in the shower stations, except he sat on a dildo (shown inside him
x-ray style) and he was ejaculating, his penis shooting into a tube that
ran into a bottle full of semen attached to the front of the bicycle.  And
a couple sketches were political (and none too subtle).  There was a line
of macho-looking, muscular men in fighting garb, wielding enormous guns,
but x-ray views of their crotches showed they all had small penises and
testicles.  In the middle was the naked Kai-Kai with his huge genitals,
younger and shorter and slimmer than the rest, not holding a gun but a
flower, and smiling and flashing a "peace" sign.

   Angela's thoughts were interrupted by Nurse Lopez.  "Get up Kai-Kai,"
she said in her no-nonsense style, removing the towel from his face.  As he
propped himself up on his elbows she removed the other towel and inspected
his flaccid penis, picking it up with both hands and turning it this way
and that.  She lay his penis across his belly and checked the testicles,
hefting one and then the other.  Now as he sat up she gave him a large
glass of what Angela knew was an electrolyte solution.  He drank it down
quickly.

   Dr.  Chatterjee now reappeared.  "How are you, Kai-Kai?"

   "Good," the boy said, in between gulps.  He seemed a little winded.

   Angela watched as Nurse Lopez made some modifications to the Sleeve
Stage.  She screwed into the base two supports, and on top of those, two
broad pads for Kai-Kai's separated thighs to rest upon.  The T-bar, which
was screwed into the ceiling, was twirled around until it was a few inches
higher than before.  Finally she opened a trap door on the rear of the
stage and inserted the long pushrod that would be pointed up at Kai-Kai's
butt.  It clicked into place.

   "Do you want to do the honors, Miss Chin?" the doctor said, pointing to
the glass cabinet behind the stage.

   Angela had seen photos of how to do this and remembered thinking it
seemed easy.  But actually putting into place the dildo that would
penetrate the boy's rectum was more intimidating in real life.  She
carefully selected the "A" size (so named because it was the first in the
draining schedule).  Holding it in her hand, she was surprised at how heavy
it was.  It was made of brass; metal was used for durability and also so
that it would more quickly warm to the heat of Kai-Kai's interior.  It was
twelve inches long, though of course only part of that length would go
inside.  And about one inch thick.  She noted the bumps along the bottom
(or as most would think of it, the top) that would pass over the Sire's
prostate.  The "B" dildo would additionally massage the seminal vesicles,
and the base of the penis, which anatomically speaking was directly
reachable only via the rectum.  As for the Cowper's glands, they had
already been effectively drained by that oblong rectal plug.

   Aware that everyone was watching, she carefully screwed the dildo onto
the top of the pushrod.  Remembering what Mr.  Silvestri had said, she
checked to make sure there was no "play" in the pushrod, which moved up and
down over a cam hidden inside the stage, the cam that Mr.  Silvestri and
his assistant had replaced earlier.

   The sandy brush of bare feet over the tile floor told her that Kai-Kai
had approached.  She smiled up at him as she finished tightening the dildo
onto the pushrod, wondering what he was thinking, as he contemplated this
heavy metal shaft that was about to penetrate into his gut with everyone
watching.  The gentle boy smiled back.

   Now she wiped the dildo down with the antiseptic tissue, and lubricated
the tip.  "Well done, Ms.  Chin," the doctor said.  Which was a relief. 
She had been afraid she would mess it up -- drop the dildo with a loud
clang, or screw it on crooked, or squirt lubricant past the dildo and onto
the stage where it would make a mess.

   Wordlessly Kai-Kai mounted the Sleeve Stage, placing his thighs on top
of the pads.  His body was now higher up, pitched slightly forward, legs
spread wide, knees bent, his feet no longer flat on the stage, only the
toes touching.  His arms entwined around the T-bar.  Nurse Lopez adjusted
the sleeve tube so that it could accommodate the new angle.  She picked up
Kai-Kai's penis, which was still flacced, and fitted it into the sleeve. 
The tube was again pressed against his pubic hair.  Now she went to the
back and turned a knob and the dildo slowly approached the boy's anus.

   Dr.  Chatterjee came around and now it was the three of them closely
watching Kai-Kai's butt.  As the dildo got closer the nurse said, "Up about
an inch." The boy obediently raised his butt a bit and now he gave the
slightest gasp as the dildo contacted his anus.  With well-practiced
motions he sat back as the brass shaft penetrated his sphincter and then
pushed further inside.

   "I think a parallax of about six - two would do," Dr.  Chatterjee said.
Angela knew this was Project-speak for going in six inches, then
withdrawing four inches, leaving two inches inside.  Six inches of depth
was as much as Kai-Kai's rectum could accommodate.  From reading committee
memos Angela knew that deeper insertion could be achieved if he twisted his
hips a certain way so that the dildo -- or probe, or vibrating snake, or
endoscope; all kinds of objects had been positioned inside the boy --
continued on up into his sigmoid colon.  But for the purpose of a lab
draining it was not necessary.

   Kai-Kai closed his eyes as the sleeve again started stroking his penis
in front, while the dildo went in and out behind.  The prostate massage had
its intended effect and the penis quickly extended once again to its full
length and girth.  From behind he was now being "driven" or "pushed" to
orgasm.  Even more than before, his body was being controlled and
manipulated, this time from the inside as well as from the outside.

   Kai-Kai took about five minutes to get up to the plateau stage.  Angela
could tell that this orgasm would be a quick one.  Dr.  Chatterjee and
Nurse Lopez looked along with her as they watched him open his eyes, gasp,
and moan.

   He seemed about to go up to another plateau when the three watchers
detected the smell of perfume and cologne.  A well-dressed middle-aged
couple now entered the lab.

   Part 10

   It was Mr.  Silvestri and his wife.  He had showered and was now in his
"Sunday best", quite literally because he and his wife were on their way to
their (Catholic) church.

   "Hi, doc," he said in his down-to-earth manner.  His gray hair was
slicked back, and his pinstriped suit was set off with a red tie and a
white rose in the lapel.  "Hello, and hello Rose," Dr.  Chatterjee said,
addressing the wife.

   "Just wanted to check," Mr.  Silvestri said.  He went over to the Sleeve
Stage and bent down behind Kai-Kai's butt.  "How's it going Kai-Kai?  Any
wobble?"

   "N - no," the boy reported, looking at the older man and attempting a
smile.  "H - hello Mrs.  S - silvestri."

   "Hi Kai-Kai," the woman politely said.

   "Well ok then," Mr.  Silvestri said.  "Bye folks."

   "Good job, Mr.  Silvestri," Dr.  Chatterjee said.

   The Silvestris, normally gregarious, were not that comfortable with
watching Kai-Kai having an orgasm, hence their quick exit.  They were
rather traditional Catholics, and the Church had accepted the Project
uneasily.  Ejaculation without procreative purpose was against Church
teaching, so it could be expected to object to drainings, and as for the
impregs, they were objectionable because Kai-Kai was not married to the
women.  But the Church had been stung by its objection to condoms during
the AIDS epidemic, and the public health benefit of the Project was so
direct and compelling that opposing it was clearly wrong by anyone's
standards.  The Church was not anti-science (or at least, it hadn't been
since Galileo) and if this was the only way to produce a vaccine that would
save millions of lives, so be it.  No formal endorsement had been made, but
kind words had been said in nonofficial contexts so every Catholic knew
that supporting and even participating in the Project was o.k.  The Project
itself, aware of how sensitive this issue was, was careful not to do
anything that might offend the Church unnecessarily or that the Church
might feel it had a duty to publicly object to.  The Project also knew that
the Church would not want any public overtures made to it -- though, as
people often joked, the Vatican was the one independent state that no one
cared about "penetrating".

   Still, more conservative Catholics were uneasy about the Project.  As
always with conservatives, if they personally knew someone, the prejudice
disappared.  The Silvestris were fond of Kai-Kai -- "he's a good kid". 
They had even invited him over to dinner a couple of times.

   "Oh -- Nurse -- I'm about to -- come -- " As expected, the first orgasm
with the rectal dildo arrived quickly.

   They watched Kai-Kai's fifth surging load of the morning.  Due to his
higher position the hose was in a straight line and as a result six ropes
of semen, unimpeded, shot directly down into the collection tube and hit
the slide at the stopcock.  The six impacts rang out throughout the lab. 
This load was a little thinner than the first four, looking like melted
vanilla ice cream.  Due to the rectal dildo, it contained more prostate
fluid.  "9 cc's," Nurse Lopez announced after she had taken the slide out
and placed it in the microscope.  The white stuff at the bottom of the
collection tube now read at 48 cc's.

   Angela reflected once again on how Kai-Kai's life was so different than
that of a typical teenage boy.  The constant nudity was the most important
difference of course.  But also the frequency and purpose of ejaculation.
Kai-Kai's role in life was to ejaculate into thousands of women, produce
all those children whose blood would carry the antibody for the vaccine. 
Instead of "the Sire", he could be called "the Ejaculator".  It's what he
did.  His role in life was to ejaculate.  The typical teenage boy
masturbated maybe every day, or at most twice a day.  But on an average day
Kai-Kai "shot" seven "loads", into seven different women.  He ejaculated
more often than he ate.

   As Ms.  Canworthy put it to her once, "For Kai-Kai, ejaculation is
almost as casual as urination." Which raised another question -- to what
extent did Kai-Kai feel pleasure?  He experienced at least seven orgasms a
day, each one powerful, and longer than average.  The endorphins constantly
in his blood no doubt contributed to his serene demeanor.  One might think
that he enjoyed immense sexual pleasure.  But for him, orgasms were not
something he sought, an option.  Having orgasms was his duty.  He had no
choice.  That had to change the nature of his "pleasure", at least a little
bit, and maybe a great deal.

   A good many of his ejaculations -- his impregs -- were in front of
people.  After women were admitted into the Project (i.e., became "P-1's"),
they were asked if they would consent to their impregs being witnessed or
recorded.  About 10 percent said yes.  Of course the Project trusted
Kai-Kai to be gentle and effective, but it was just a good idea to look in
now and then to see how his impregs were going.  The best sexual position
(though for various reasons nothing had yet beat "missionary"), the best
angle of insertion, the best "stroke", the best technique to bring the
woman to orgasm, the best ambient temperature, the best surface to lie on,
allowance for cultural differences -- it was assumed that despite the boy's
earnest effort and increasing expertise there would always be room for
improvement.

   Actual recording of an impreg was unusual, but Project personnel were
often assigned to witness.  Typically it was a committee member, usually
from the Effectuation Committee (the moment when Kai-Kai ejaculated into a
woman was called the "moment of effectuation").  Sometimes the impregs were
witnessed by the medical team.  Angela had seen perhaps twenty of them. 
Aside from this impregs were often witnessed informally, by Kai-Kai's
friends.  Impregs would take place with consenting women sometimes in a
student lounge, or an open, unused classroom, or outdoors, if he was sure
no one would be offended.  Angela had walked in on an impreg in the lounge
at Rockley Hall once.  It was jarring, seeing students walking around,
sitting on the couches and chatting, working the vending machines, while
their naked friend was "spearing" (to use the current slang) a well-dressed
35-year-old woman on the couch next to the window, with some friends
looking on with only casual curiosity, sipping their sodas.

   There was also no getting around the fact that it was inconvenient for
some impregs to be done in private.  The I-2 was right after breakfast, and
the most natural place for it was the Schreibers' living room.  The same
was true of the I-6, scheduled for after dinner.  Ms.  Canworthy, who had
the complicated task of scheduling, assigned consenting women to these
slots when possible.  A cushioned table in the corner of the living room,
similar to a chiropractor's table and adjusted for Kai-Kai's height, had
been set up so that the woman could easily lie back and spread her legs to
receive him.

   At the impregs Angela witnessed, she was impressed by Kai-Kai's
gentleness and care not to hurt the woman with his outsized penis.  Each
had specified her "pitch" -- the depth that Kai-Kai was allowed to insert,
which almost always was nowhere near his entire 9.1 inches.  During the
planning stages of the Project, when it became clear that the enormity of
the Sire's penis had to be taken into account, the construction of
"spacers" was considered, each of a different size, that could be slipped
onto the root of the Sire's penis so that he physically could not go in too
far.  For a woman with a 4-inch pitch, for example, Kai-Kai would slide on
a 5.1-inch spacer.  But such an awkward contrivance turned out to be
unnecessary.  Kai-Kai had seen his penis stimulated and measured
innumerable times in the lab and knew each fractional inch of his length.
He could tell exactly how much of his penis was "inside", not only by sight
but by sensation.  which was handy when the woman had bushy pubic hair such
that he couldn't see the point of insertion.

   But of course, there was no escaping his girth.  It was preferable that
the woman reach orgasm, because her contractions drew the semen up into the
uterus, and most did.  But at least in the impregs Angela had seen, it was
a perilous ride despite the Sire's almost timid caution.  The women had
been encouraged to prepare for the considerable displacement caused by the
boy's penis by keeping a large "retainer" dildo inside them for a couple of
hours before the impreg.  But still they tended to be apprehensive.  The
various vocalizations during intercourse -- typically "zhhh -- zhhh!" or a
strangled "eeeee!" -- the quick shallow inhales, the fearful gasps --
betrayed strange thrills as the women were stretched in places they had not
been previously, but also fear that one slight jab the wrong way would
cause excruciating pain.  Poking an ovary was supposed to be as painful as
compressing a testicle (though of course no one really knew).  But due to
Kai-Kai's excellent control of his pushing and pulling, that never
happened. Sex with Kai-Kai was like nothing the women had experienced
before.  As one told Angela afterwards, intercourse with her husband was
like rapid-fire jabbing with a pickle; sex with this boy was like a huge
log being eased in and out.

   And then just before ejaculation, when the Sire gave his famous polite,
low moan announcing that impregnation was about to happen, and his penis
got even larger and much harder -- most of the women shut their eyes in
what had to be a moment of discomfort.  Afterwards, lying on their backs
after he withdrew, their vaginas still gaping open and excess semen oozing
out, they had to spend a few moments catching their breath.  Angela had
heard (out of earshot of the sensitive boy, of course) that the Project
would have gone much more smoothly had the Sire's penis been of average
size, or even better, smaller than average.  She was well aware of all the
logistical problems, but in one important respect she was beginning to
think that having a hugely endowed Sire was actually a plus.  It was
important that the woman's marriage not be affected by having had sex with
him, that she have no desire to "go back for more".  And Angela was sure
that, having been wedged open by Kai-Kai's phallus once, none of these
women desired a repeat.

   Angela's mind went back to the here and now as she observed the faces of
the others, looking down at the Sire's long, thick penis in the tube, as
the last of the boy's spasms wrung a final drop or two from the meatus. 
For once, Kai-Kai himself was looking down at it.  His penis ejaculating
was a cause for celebration, indeed.  Yet he himself didn't look at his
penis often.  Obviously he had no shame about it, or about being made to
ejaculate in front of what must be now thousands of closely watching faces,
people he knew and people he never met before.  Angela smirked as she
thought of how men tended to be obsessed with their penises.  Not Kai-Kai.
Of course, most men wished their penises were bigger.  Not something
Kai-Kai had to worry about!

   Quite the opposite, in fact.  She thought again of all those grown
women, straining to accept the Sire's phallus inside them.  Someday (far in
the future, after they got married in that fundamentalist church, maybe)
Marikit and Kai-Kai might attempt intercourse.  How could that possibly
happen?  He was far too large for her.  If a 40-year-old mother of two, who
had had intercourse maybe thousands of times with her husband and maybe
other men in the past, could barely accept that penis, how could a virginal
young woman with a small, thin body?  Lately Angela had been thinking of
Kai-Kai as being unfortunate in life, despite all the love he received from
the community.  Having to be naked, a penis that was so huge that it was
more a curse than a blessing, no privacy as to his body (inside or out) or
his orgasms . . .  This was the stuff of pornography, of male fantasies,
except for Kai-Kai it real was real life.  It wasn't a dream he could "wake
up" from.  Angela was convinced that all these things were in fact
unfortunate.  And inability to have sex with the one woman he was actually
in love with would be another cruel trick that fate had played on him.

   Kai-Kai gritted his teeth as the sleeve continued to stroke his penis,
which was again ultrasensitive.  Now he exhaled as the feeling passed.  He
moaned softly.  Then he moaned again.

   There was still some coffee in the cups the Woronovs had brought and Dr.
Chatterjee and Angela went back to them.  Then they returned to stand in
front of the laboring boy as he recovered from his fifth orgasm and the
machinery relentlessly drove him to his sixth.

   "He's entering heiligen now," Dr.  Chatterjee said, watching the
sweating, quaking body as he and Angela sipped their coffees.

   "Yes, the signs are all there," Angela said.

   Dr.  Chatterjee smiled.h "You speak with an air of knowledge."

   "Yes, I read the paper," Angela replied, with some pride.

   As they continued to watch the naked boy, his sweaty body twitching and
lurching as it was being suctioned, frictioned and penetrated, Dr. 
Chatterjee relaxed a bit, putting his thumbs into the little pockets of his
vest.  "German scholarly writing is famously prolix," he said.  Angela
rolled her eyes and they both shared a little laugh.

   They were referring to the long paper by Dr.  Horst Breuer in the "Sire
Collection".  Dr.  Breuer was a physician who had been sent from Germany to
observe a couple of the Sire's drainings last year.  Angela had laughed
when she saw a photo of the doctor -- he looked like he was trying to enter
a Sigmund Freud lookalike contest.  But the paper, wordy though it was, was
interesting.  It turned out that as Kai-Kai passed his fifth or sixth
ejaculation, forced by manipulation and stimulation into further orgasms
despite his body's "natural desperation for quiescence", he entered an
altered state, a kind of full-body continuous "background orgasm", with
contractions only at the (by then minimal) ejaculations.  Dr.  Breuer
called this state "heiligen", which was apparently the German word for
"aura" or "halo".  Based on the boy's facial expressions and his responses
to verbal and physical stimuli, Dr.  Breuer concluded that Kai-Kai's mind
in the heiligen state was disordered, his words and emotions nonsensical,
fantasy and reality interwined.

   Dr.  Breuer considered this heiligen state to be unique, not previously
encountered in the literature, the nearest equivalent being "model
psychosis" states observed in subjects taking LSD in laboratory settings in
the early 1960's (which unfortunately ended when LSD became illegal).  He
recommended further study, but the topic seemed unrelated to the goals of
the Project, and Kai-Kai's mother was dead set against probing her son's
mind, either through therapy or otherwise.  Kai-Kai, of all people,
deserved his own private space, and she was upset at the Germans for
investigating more deeply than had been agreed to.  It was hard to avoid
the Germans; theirs was the most penetrated country on earth (Kai-Kai had
201 children there so far, with 48 more unborn) and as such was deeply
involved in the Project organizationally, and they did have many
constructive ideas.  But aside from Ms.  Schreiber's disapproval, Dr. 
Breuer's suggestion for further study was quashed by Frau Redl, Germany's
national liaison to the Project.  Which led to some whispered jokes by
Shonda and some others on the medical team.  Frau Redl, who visited often,
looked about 30, and was built like a sex dream: tall, gorgeous, with big
boobs, a tiny waist, and a naturally sexy walk which she showed off in her
tight dresses.  The jokes were all pretty lame; Shonda admitted, "There's a
really good joke in there, but no one's found it yet." . . .  All this
being as it may, "heiligen" turned out to be a handy term to refer to
Kai-Kai in the later stages of a draining, after he no longer could
converse coherently.

   Now Kai-Kai moaned again, in pleasure or pain, it was hard to tell.

   Five minutes later, with a weak series of grunts, he gave up his sixth
ejaculation.  Seven contractions yielded 4 cc.  Six orgasms in the space of
90 minutes had finally brought the boy's "load" down to the volume of the
average man's.  The sperm count was 45 million per cc.  Again, an average
reading.

   The machine was stopped again.  Kai-Kai's face was padded with a cold
cloth, then Nurse Lopez clinically wiped his sweaty body all over.  Angela
turned and her eyes opened wide as a very pregnant Goth-looking woman
waddled into the lab, clip-clopping on her hobnail boots.

   It was Grier McDonald, of Brooklyn, N.Y.

   Part 11

   This was Grier McDonald, who had induced probably the longest, most
intense, and most voluminous load of the Sire's life, in that abandoned gym
eight months ago.  As Angela watched, and in front of a camera that Grier
had set up, she had stopped Kai-Kai's orgasm twice at the very brink by
pressing hard on his perineum, before finally allowing his release. 
Kai-Kai had lost consciousness a few seconds later.  The boy had never had
that done to him before, it was without warning, and his surprised screams
were very unsettling to Angela as they resounded through the huge dusty
empty space.  He was upset, too, at being made to give so big a load,
because the next impreg was very important to him and he was afraid he
wouldn't have enough for it.  "Oh Mom," he complained later to Ms. 
Schreiber, "she made me come and come and come!  Just when I thought I was
finally finished, I came some more!" Fortunately, using an extraordinary
Project protocol involving intensive stimulation and the participation of
several women, Kai-Kai was able to build up enough of a load and the later
impreg was successful.  The "drop rate" (impregs that did not result in
pregnancy) was less than one percent.

   Grier was followed by the return of Ms.  Bartleby and Ms.  Goldenstein,
who had earlier gotten bored with watching the boy come and come, and had
stopped out for a quick breakfast.  The Draining Committee was always
springing surprises, deliberately; they wanted to add variety into the
drainings so as to increase the yield.  Though this was not a total
surprise; Grier had been here before.  The Committee had studied the video,
which she freely copied for them, and Grier obviously had valuable
knowledge.

   In fact she had made numerous copies of the videos for her friends and
most of the hipsters of Brooklyn had seen it.  It was shown as background
at parties.  She had gotten the Project's permission to distribute it
(though, of course, Kai-Kai was never consulted and probably didn't even
know about the request).  The only restriction, which Grier adhered to, was
that it not be sold, or shown for a fee.  There were lingering doubts;
there was a rumor that a rap group had "sampled" Kai-Kai's screams in one
of their songs.  Kai-Kai would be surprised, to say the least, to hear his
own screams -- which had been panicked and distressed screams -- in a new
tune he had purchased on his iPod.  But investigation might reveal that
legal action was indicated, which the Legal Committee decided would be
counterproductive.  So no investigation was done.

   This was Grier's fourth appearance at a lab draining.  Advanced
pregnancy did not blunt her fashion sense; she was still Goth head to toe,
ripped black veil, black lipstick, black leather jacket, huge black skirt
that covered her sizeable "bump", ripped black tights, and huge black
boots. But she could not suppress the blossoming complexion of a pregnant
woman.

   Her abrasive personality had also softened, a little bit.  "Hello Big
Boy," she said, stepping up on a chair (she did not bother to take her
boots off) to give him a peck on the cheek.  Kai-Kai had gotten reconciled
to her on her subsequent visits, as had Angela, at least mostly.  She was
not as trusting as Kai-Kai.

   Grier had been invited, as in the past.  Not that she could repeat
creating that huge load in the gym (which based on study of the video was
very crudely estimated at about 25 cc).  As she told the Project, the
element of surprise could not be replicated.  Still, nobody knew better how
to manipulate and massage the male internal glands.

   "I see you're coming along well," Dr.  Chatterjee said.

   Grier smiled, which was unusual for her, and showed off her belly.  "Big
dick creates big bump.  I feel like an elephant."

   The six of them -- Angela, Grier, Dr.  Chatterjee, Nurse Lopez, Ms. 
Bartleby and Ms.  Goldenstein -- stood in a semi-circle, watching the penis
sleeve and the rear dildo work their stimulations on the naked, sweating
boy, who seemed gaunt and dehydrated.  His eyes were shut, and it looked
like he had withdrawn into himself.  Possibly he was praying.  An
occasional gasp, and the spreading of his toes on the rough stage surface,
showed that he was at plateau, possibly stage three or four.

   "Heiligen," Grier said.

   "Yes, for some time now," Dr.  Chatterjee said.

   "Ok let me take over," Grier said to Nurse Lopez, none too politely.

   "You know what you're doing," Dr.  Chatterjee said with a shrug.

   The very pregnant Grier lumbered to the back of the stage.  Bending over
with difficulty, with a turn of the knob she withdrew the rear dildo all
the way -- though not quite.  She left half an inch in, resting uneasily in
the middle of the boy's anal muscles, which created an intense visceral
desire to "poop it out", a desire that was frustrated since human muscles
cannot push against securely supported metal.  This very uncomfortable
sensation caused an increase in Kai-Kai's relative level of consciousness
and he grunted loudly, like a constipated person straining at the bowels.
Now with another turn of the knob she increased the speed of the rubbing
sleeve.

   With strong and expert fingers she pressed on his perineum, causing the
penis to bloat in size, which in turn made the sleeve tighter and
intensified the friction.  She did this three or four more times, and they
saw his penis bloat, subside to its "regular" erection (huge as that was),
then bloat, subside . . .  She turned the knob again, causing the dildo to
finally exit the sphincter, then before the anus closed she slipped in
three fingers.

   It was more art than science, the way she rubbed and massaged and poked
and prodded inside Kai-Kai, the seminal vesicles, the prostate, the base of
the penis.  It could not be seen but working within Kai-Kai she was
virtuosic, knowing what to rub, what to squeeze, in what sequence.  It was
assumed that in Brooklyn she knew a lot of gay men who had a wealth of
relevant knowledge.

   It only took a moment.  "Ohh -- " Kai-Kai's eyes opened once as he
crested, then closed again.  "Ohh -- ohh -- ohh -- ohh -- " His moans were
rhythmic as Grier's unseen fingers pushed the semen out of him with a
pumping motion, his pelvis lurching forward every time she pushed.  It was
like milking a cow, or pumping lotion out of a plastic bottle, or squeezing
liquid out of a syringe, or toothpaste out of a tube.  Much of the load was
seminal vesicle fluid, as they could tell by its thickness.  Grier got only
five full squirts out of him, but they were huge squirts, perhaps the
biggest since his first ejaculation, two hours ago.  A couple of lesser
squirts followed.  Then she withdrew her fingers and went to the sink.

   The boy's head fell forward as they read the output.  14 cc's, an
amazing amount, this time achieved by actually grabbing the glands and
squeezing them empty, instead of eliciting their voluntary response via
external stimulation.  The testicles had very little left to contribute;
the sperm count was only 15 million per cc, which was at the low end of
normal.  Nurse Lopez stopped the sleeve and withdrew the apparatus to check
the Sire's penis.  It was a little reddened but in good shape, though for
the first time today, it was totally flaccid.

   "14 cc's," Dr.  Chatterjee said.  "Congratulations, Ms.  McDonald, an
excellent effort." As if Kai-Kai himself had no role in it.

   "What can I say?  I'm the best," Grier said.  She took a cigarette from
her pocket and put it in her mouth.  Of course she had no intention of
lighting up.  It was just a Goth thing to do.

   They turned with alarm and looked up at the boy up on his perch, his
head down.  He seemed to be choking.  Nurse Lopez came up to him.

   "Nurse, what is wrong?" Dr.  Chatterjee said, following behind her.

   "He -- seems to be -- saying something," the nurse said.

   "What?"

   Some more soft choking sounds.  His head was still dropped forward, his
eyes closed.  His body hung limply from the T-bar and sagged on the thigh
pads.  They all leaned forward to hear.

   Finally the Nurse turned to face them.  "He said, 'Good job'."

   Part 12

   There was a sense of relief that nothing was wrong.  Grier, however,
took it in stride and seemed to expect the compliment.  She went up to him
again and said, "Glad to do it, Big Boy.  See you again!" With a quick nod
to the others she wobbled out of Lab 6, unlit cigarette still in her mouth.

   There was now a ten-minute break, during which Kai-Kai was taken down
and placed back on the metal table.  Nurse Lopez put lotion on her hands
and, with skilled manipulations that were nonetheless strong and unsubtle,
stretched the boy out all over, his arms and legs, spread his toes,
massaged his fingers, turned his head left and right, and finally lifted
his penis, laying the tip down next to his navel, so that she could massage
the overtaxed testicles.

   In the middle of this therapy arrived a short Asian man in a white lab
coat.  "Hello, Dr.  Oo," Dr.  Chatterjee said.  Angela knew this was the
part of the draining that she would hate: the man with all the gadgets,
what most people would call sex toys.

   Kai-Kai, who had fallen asleep, was revived with ammonia capsules.  It
took two people, Angela and Nurse Lopez, to take the limp body off the
table, carry it to the stage, his bare feet dragging along the floor, and
heft him back up on the perch.  Soft velcro straps ensured that his arms
would not disengage from the T-bar.  A larger rectal dildo (the "B" dildo)
was screwed onto the pushrod and inserted.

   From a cabinet a tray was brought out with various devices.  It
contained samples of Dr.  Oo's invention, the Shenzhan.  This was Chinese
for "stretching out" and it was designed to replace the sleeve for ongoing
stimulation when the penis could no longer get erect.  It looked like a
cylindrical metal cage, in three sections.  There were several small
Shenzhans, and one much larger one.  Evidently the smaller ones (about four
inches in total length, and an inch in diameter) were the prototypes tested
on other men, and when found successful, the other, much longer and wider,
was built to fit Kai-Kai.  Its sections worked together to manipulate and
stretch out a flaccid penis.

   Angela wondered about this outside research.  Was it done by the
Project, or was it funded elsewhere for other purposes?  In the "Sire
Collection", the large (and disorganized) collection of documents on file
at the library, there were a couple of cryptic references to the "Research
Committee", though no actual memos.

   The Shenzhan was fitted onto the long, limp penis, somewhat in the
manner of leg braces being fitted onto someone with polio.  When activated
it moved up and down and left and right like a snake, the three sections
undulating in turn.  It reminded Angela of a snake toy she had as a little
girl, which was in wooden sections and you held by the "tail".  If you held
it horizontally, it undulated left and right like a real snake.  It scared
her friends the first time they saw it.

   The Shenzhan also stretched the penis; Dr.  Oo had a dial on his little
console which he turned carefully.  Kai-Kai's limp penis was stretched out
until it was as long as it had been when fully erect.  Angela wondered if
the Shenzhan had started out as a penis enlargment device.  Of course she
knew that penises can't be enlarged, but catering to male insecurity has
always been a lucrative business.  Kai-Kai probably wished there was a
device that could do the opposite.

   The tray had other items.  There were soft cupped brushes designed for
rotary stimulation of the glans.  One was about twice as big across as the
rest, with a much deeper cup.  Once again, the brushes had already been
tried on other men, and when found successful, a larger one had to be
constructed so as to cover Kai-Kai's huge glans.  Next to the circular
brushes were a collection of urethral tubes, again, one with a much greater
diameter than the rest.  Anything that was used on other men, had to be
super-sized for poor Kai-Kai.  Finally there were the testicle cups, two of
them way bigger than the others.  Only the adhesive nipple vibrators were
suitable in the original size.

   When the various devices were all set up on the boy's body Dr.  Oo
pressed his remote and they went into motion.

   Kai-Kai had been turned into a grotesque work of art.  Vibrators were
taped to his nipples.  His testicles had been separated with a scrotum
divider and were pulled to each side to be held in the vibrating shells
supported up by a strut mounted on the stage.  Another srut supported the
mechanism that rotated the brush on his glans, with the urethral hose
coming out the center of the brush, so that the ejaculation would pass down
to the collection tube without splattering and getting the brush wet.  The
Shenzhan made a clanking sound as it bent and stretched and rubbed and
undulated the long, soft penis.  Within each segment was a spongy grommet
that rubbed forward and back along Kai-Kai's soft shaft.  The "B" dildo,
with bumpy rings and a higher prostate ridge, pumped in and out of him from
behind, faster and more brutal than its predecessor.

   As for Kai-Kai himself, he looked dully up at the ceiling, as if
determined to endure and endure the unbearably intense stimulation.  Tears
came from his eyes, and drool from his mouth.  If he was making any sounds,
they were masked by the combined racket of the buzzing and clanking and
whirring contraptions that seemed to be sucking the life out of him.

   Angela, Dr.  Chatterjee, Dr.  Oo, Nurse Lopez, and Ms.  Bartleby and Ms.
Goldenstein, all looked up at Kai-Kai's sweaty, thin body up on its perch,
being impaled and suctioned and stretched and vibrated and rubbed and
brushed.

   "I really think this is excessive," Ms.  Bartleby said, a little loudly
so she could be heard.  "You've already gotten an immense amount of sperm
and semen out of him.  We've squeezed out every last drop.  His glands are
depleted.  What's the point in going further?  The contractions must be
painful by this point.  It's like . . .  torture."

   "It's not damaging his apparatus," Ms.  Goldenstein pointed out. 
"Apparatus" was the term generally used to describe the entirety of
Kai-Kai's reproductive system.

   "No, this is perfectly safe," Dr.  Oo said.  In fact early versions of
the Shenzhan had caused injury to the unfortunate test subjects somewhere
in China (such was the rumor at least; its history was shadowy).  When the
Project became involved it made sure extensive testing was done on delicate
prosthetics, before an international team, and then on volunteers, before
the device was approved.

   "Yes, it is safe," Dr.  Chatterjee said.  "Ms.  Bartleby, I know this is
your first time, but we are witnessing a routine lab draining.  As in the
past, after rest and fluid replenishment, he will wake up tomorrow morning
ready for his usual weekly schedule of impregnations.  And with improved
muscle tone and increased ejaculatory capacity."

   "His PC muscle will be very sore," Ms.  Bartleby said.

   "True to a point, on Mondays he has reported some soreness with his
contractions, but only for the morning impregs."

   They looked up at Kai-Kai's face.  What was he thinking, in that clouded
mind?  Has this poor boy been driven crazy by being forced to orgasm after
orgasm?  If she called his name now, would he answer?  Would she have to
shout into his ear to reach that poor, tortured, crazed teenage boy
somewhere in there?

   Kai-Kai's mouth opened as if gasping.  Their eyes went down to the huge
reddened shaft being rubbed in the sleeve, a penis of a size found only in
maybe one in 50,000 fully grown men.  Was he about to come again?  . . . 
No, not yet.

   Angela said, "This . . .  heiligen . . .  it's hard to look at."

   Dr.  Chatterjee said, softly, "Yes, I understand.  Remember, any time
Kai-Kai wants to stop, he can tell us."

   Angela thought: Would Kai-Kai really do that?  He was so diffident, so
unassertive, where the Project was concerned.  He had total faith in what
Project personnel were doing to him and was so accepting.  And by now he
probably wasn't lucid enough to say anything, maybe not even able to shake
his head "no".

   They stood there, looking up at the boy, talking as if he was just a
sculpture and not a real person.  "You remember Dr.  Breuer's
recommendation as to further research," Dr.  Chatterjee said.

   "Yes.  I'm glad Kai-Kai's mother stepped in."

   "So am I.  But this heiligen state is intriguing.  It's outside my
specialty, but altering mental states during sexual activity is something
that has been practiced since ancient times, in the Tantric tradition, for
example."

   "Yes." She had read about it here and there.

   "It would be interesting to see heiligen studied, if not with Kai-Kai,
then with another subject.  My thought that the subject should be female,
since women have the capacity for multiple orgasms."

   "I've . . .  read that." Angela immediately blushed.  She'd just told
this extremely formal and professional man a very personal detail, that she
could have only one orgasm at a time.  But it was true.  She masturbated
with her fingers every two weeks or so, and for her, one orgasm quite
enough.  Afterwards all she wanted to do was sleep.

   Dr.  Chatterjee continued: "I spoke to Dr.  Breuer about this idea
afterwards.  From what I understand, a female subject would be able to go
on and on, perhaps more than a hundred orgasms over the space of several
hours.  Of course, it would involve maybe dozens of orgasms after her body
no longer wanted the stimulation.  Such an experiment would be unethical."

   "Yes, it certainly would be," Angela said.  Could a women really get
strapped into some stimulation device and get dragged into over a hundred
orgasms?  Angela was sure such a thing was impossible.

   Kai-Kai's body shivered and Angela guessed he might be about to have
another orgasm -- or rather, be forced into another orgasm.  She, like Ms.
Bartleby, wondered why all this was necessary.  Though she had to admit
that other means of extracting the maximum from the Sire had been looked
at. Drugs were considered unacceptable and possibly damaging.  Arthroscopic
extraction was not yet possible with today's technology.  Presumably
electrostimulation could produce orgasmic contractions indefinitely, as
they did other kinds of muscular contractions, but they couldn't exclude
the possibility of nerve damage.

   Kai-Kai's mouth opened voicelessly and his body shook.  He was getting
close to his eighth orgasm.  Angela dearly hoped that this would be the
"drygasm" that would mark the end of the draining.  After what Grier had
done, it seemed the boy would finally be empty by now.

   The boy made a choking sound, his mouth open, and then a strangled cry.
His body shook.  The machines on him, oblivous, kept sucking and vibrating
and plunging and brushing and massaging and manipulating.

   His pelvis jerked forward weakly.  They all watched the other end of the
urethral tube as it hung in the collection tube.  Two drops came out. 
Then, a few seconds with nothing.

   Angela was disappointed.  Not quite the drygasm.  The torture of the
poor naked boy continued.  Fortunately the end came soon.  After five more
minutes there was a ninth orgasm -- three contractions -- with no
ejaculation.  Dr.  Oo turned everything off.  The room was in silence
except for the jagged, shallow breathing of the drained boy.

   Angela closed her eyes and found herself whispering, "Thank God."

   The total yield for this draining was 67 cc's, a record.  Dr. 
Chatterjee congratulated Kai-Kai on his output, but it was a formality,
because the boy was barely conscious as he was placed back on the metal
table.  Why the Sire's yield was greater in the winter months had been a
matter of fierce debate in the Draining Committee.  The Spermatogensis
Committee chimed in, pointing out that cold air around Kai-Kai's
always-exposed testicles increased sperm production.  But even his most
fertile ejaculations only had about 5% sperm by volume, which only
accounted for part of the difference.  So the mystery continued.

   Nurse Lopez put the collection tube into the refrigerator.  What
happened to all that "yield"?  When Angela heard the answer, last month,
she had to laugh.  There was no scientific use for it so it was picked up
discreetly on Tuesdays by whoever was organizing the draining for the next
Sunday.  Evidently Kai-Kai's ejaculate was an ingredient in their coffee
cakes.

   So as to give the boy more air, and to facilitate lab cleanup, the table
was wheeled out to the hallway.  The table was equipped with side rails so
that he couldn't fall off as he slept.  Angela decided to pull out one of
the big waiting area chairs and sit next to him.  After a few minutes
everyone else was gone and she and the exhausted boy were alone in the
hallway, she fully clothed in her upholstered chair, laptop open, checking
e-mails, he totally naked, sleeping on the cold metal table.  He was on his
back, legs splayed out over the rails, his depleted testicles touching the
metal table top, his penis splayed out to the side.  A small drop of clear
fluid dripped out his meatus and onto the table.  Angela found herself
smiling.  Kai-Kai was able to keep something to himself after all.

   Kai-Kai was a notoriously loud snorer, and he started up, his buzzsaw
breathing echoing through the empty hall.  A professor and some students
passed by, giving the Sire no more than a casual glance.  Angela was glad
the boy could get his rest now.  Not that the morning was over entirely.



   Part 13

   Angela finished responding to e-mails and shut her laptop.  She looked
at Kai-Kai's bare foot, sticking out over the table.  She wondered how long
she had to wait for Ms.  Kimura and Mrs.  Rodwell for the final phase of
the draining.

   Her mind wandered to those dreams she had been having, where she and
Kai-Kai were in school, like a high school except everyone was college age.
Everyone was wearing regular clothes but she and Kai-Kai were naked all the
time.  They weren't just nudists; they simply didn't own any clothes, and
never had worn any.  They lived a naked life.  They lived in the school. 
Their "room" was on a platform where the hallways intersected.  It had a
bed where they slept with no blankets to cover them.  A desk and
bookshelves where they did their homework.  A shower and a toilet with no
partitions, so that everyone could see them showering and pooping.  Yet
they were happy and otherwise normal, just students at the school who went
to classes like everyone else.

   In one dream, it was morning and she and Kai-Kai were on their bed,
talking to friends.  Or maybe not talking.  It was before the morning bell,
but the halls were crowded with kids going here and there.  She and Kai-Kai
were doing "69", with Angela on top, and as she deep-throated the huge
penis (what would that feel like?) she was listening to her friends Aisha
and Gretchen.  They were in their coats, having just come to school.  As
her lips stretched around the thick shaft as it slid in and out and her
head went up and down, she nodded or shrugged or shook her head as her part
of the conversation.  Now she felt Kai-Kai begin to come and she gulped as
spurt after spurt went down her throat.  This was her breakfast and she
could feel it land in her stomach.  After the last spurt, she kept on
sucking, and nodding or shrugging to her friends, who were talking about a
science project or something like that.  Meanwhile on the other side of the
bed Kai-Kai's tongue was expertly working her clitoris (her finace Michael
had tried that once, unsuccessfully) and he in turn was listening to his
friends.  Now it was her time to come, her voice making the penis deep in
her throat vibrate as her eyes lost focus on her friends and muffled scream
followed muffled scream.  Still she kept sucking and "conversing" with her
friends as she and Kai-Kai went from orgasm to orgasm and he kept
conversing with his.  Just another morning at the school, the school's two
naked students 69-ing on their bed in the middle of everyone, having their
morning orgasms.  At the end of the dream she felt a wet finger stick into
her anus (a strange feeling since she had never put anything up there) and
wondered if it was Kai-Kai's or one of his friends.

   In another, she and Kai-Kai were sitting in class, just like any other
class, except of course everyone else was clothed and they were naked. 
They were taking notes.  Then the teacher asked them to come up and
demonstrate male and female anatomy.  She and Kai-Kai cheerfully got onto a
low table and spread their legs and butts for everyone else, the teacher,
the other students, their friends, as they were closely examined and felt
up.  Then the demonstration was over and they went back to their seats and
continued to take notes.

   In another, they were in the school lunch room.  In the middle of
everyone eating the long tables, she was up on the bench seat on her knees,
her hands gripping the table, as Kai-Kai, standing up, pounded her in the
butt from behind.  Her shreiks resounded through the big room, but everyone
else was oblivious to the rough anal sex in their midst.  As they both
reached orgasm, she spasming around his penis, he filling her rectum up
with sperm, no one had any reaction.  It was just what she and Kai-Kai did
every day, have energetic sex in the middle of everything.

   In another, everyone was outside at recess, or maybe for gym class,
playing kickball.  Oddly it was winter and snow was everywhere.  The
temperature didn't bother her or Kai-Kai in the least, though their naked
bodies were flushed with the cold, as they played the game better than all
their bundled-up classmates.  It was so much easier run through the snow in
bare feet, without heavy boots, and they were faster than anyone else.  The
two were on the same team and Kai-Kai kicked a single to right field, and
she scored, sliding into home plate, kicking up a little blizzard of snow
with her heels.

   In another, the whole school was outside at recess, and everyone was
playing except her and Kai-Kai.  They were up above everyone else,
providing power for the school by operating huge treadmills that were like
hamster wheels.  That was their job.  Their bare feet pressed down on the
blades, their arms pressed up against some bars.  They were strong and
sweating, sweat running down their concave bellies and tight abs, and
happy, chatting with each other, looking down at everyone playing.  Their
legs were spread wide open, his penis and testicles swinging around, she
could feel air going into her opened vagina.  Sometimes their friends would
stop by and chat with them.  They could see right up inside her but she
didn't mind.  It was just her life.

   There was another lunchroom fantasy.  She was on her back, the only
position in which Kai-Kai could get the entire length of penis down her
throat, going past her heart and lungs, punching into her stomach.  Her
lips were stretched around the root, pressing into his pubic hair, his
hanging testicles, the size of oranges, banging against her upside-down
forehead.  He held onto her upraised knees and was getting close to coming.
One of the teachers came by to talk to him.  In the middle of the
conversation Kai-Kai shrieked and came, huge spurts of thick semen shooting
directly into her stomach.  The teacher just waited until his orgasm was
over and then they continued the conversation, Kai-Kai gasping out his
words as he caught his breath.  The kids eating their lunches did not take
any notice.  In another version, her friends were walking behind Kai-Kai
just before orgasm and one of them playfully stuck her finger in his butt
to massage his prostate.  Everyone knew this would make the orgasm longer,
meaning Angela would have to hold her breath longer, so she tried to slap
her friend's hand away, but her arms were around Kai-Kai's thighs and she
couldn't reach.  It was funny, a little cruel, but basically a good-natured
joke between friends.  As Kai-Kai's extended orgasm filled her belly she
shook her fist at her friends as if to say, I'll get you for this!

   Angela exhaled and looked again at Kai-Kai sleeping on the table. 
Thinking of these fantasies again had gotten her aroused.  What did they
mean?  Was she getting sexually attracted to the Sire as well as being in
love with him?  Did she secretly want to be him, naked when everyone else
was clothed, having orgasms in public?

   She wanted to stay with Kai-Kai until he awoke.  She didn't like the
idea of him being left alone out here in the hall, abandoned like a bag of
trash.  Or at least that's how it seemed at the moment.  So she read some
things online.  Some Project materials were available.  She read idly,
going from this to that.  Her mind was really on the exhaustive workout
Kai-Kai had just been given.  Was all that really necessary?  u She knew
they wanted to keep building up his capacity for ejaculating and producing
sperm, but wasn't he doing fine as it was?  He had no problem inseminating
41 women every week.  Drainings were necessary so that his sperm count
could be measured, but she was beginning to agree with the Committee
members who thought Kai-Kai should just be brought to two or three
ejaculations, enough so that his testicles didn't ache from deprivation.

   Her eyes fell upon an article discussing cloning research.  It dealt
more with speculation than feasibility but the idea was intriguing.  If the
vaccine could be made from the DNA of Kai-Kai's children, instead of their
blood plasma, that would mean Kai-Kai wouldn't have to do any more impregs.
Skin scrapings could be taken from his existing children and with millions
if not billions of cells, they could already produce enough vaccine to
protect everyone in the world for several generations.  Kai-Kai could put
on clothes and live a regular life.

   Clothes?  On Kai-Kai?  It was hard to imagine Semillas without this
naked boy walking around.  Also she could not imagine what he would look
like with clothes on, and shoes on his feet, nothing exposed except his
face and his hands, just like everyone else.  Kai-Kai didn't look like
someone who had just taken off his clothes; with his toned body, over-all
tan, lack of a sense of modesty, and comfortable way of walking around in
all types of weather, it was obvious he had never worn clothes in his
entire life.  Clothes and shoes would be utterly strange to him, probably
confining and uncomfortable.  Maybe he would prefer to stay naked and
barefoot.

   The clumping of approaching boots on the polished hallway floor told
Angela that Ms.  Kimura and Mrs.  Rodwell were approaching.  She knew both
of them and they were extraordinarily nice people.  And they also were much
in love with the Sire, as much as she was.  Ms.  Kimura was a short, thin,
pretty Japanese woman of about 35, her coat open to reveal a kimono-style
dress.  So did Mrs.  Rodwell, a tall English woman about 40 or so.  To
Angela she "looked gay", in jeans, corduroy shirt, and one of those hiking
jackets with no sleeves.  Their faces were flushed from the cold outdoor
walk.

   They all said hi, then the three women contemplated the naked teenage
boy sleeping face up on the metal table.

   "Isn't he beautiful?" Mrs.  Rodwell said.  Angela and Ms.  Kimura
nodded. Indeed Kai-Kai's long eyelashes, and serene face, gave his eyes an
almost flowerlike appearance.

   He gave an especially loud snore and they all laughed.

   "Adorable too," Angela said.

   "I just want to eat him up," Ms.  Kimura said.  They all laughed at
that, knowing what she meant.

   Angela supposed they were going to wake him.  Ms.  Kimura did it in her
own fashion.  Out of her coat pocket she took a snowball she had brought in
from outside.  It not being that cold outside, actually a bit above
freezing, it was soft and slushy and ideal for the purpose.  She lifted
Kai-Kai's penis and pushed it onto his testicles, mushing it around,
rolling his testicles in the slush, until finally it was just her glove in
his crotch.

   Kai-Kai's head propped up and he blinked his eyes open.  He smiled and
then yawned.

   Ms.  Kimura and Mrs.  Rodwell helped him off the table.  Emptied out and
weakened, he leaned on their shoulders as they walked him down the hall to
the door, his soft penis swaying side to side with the uneven slapping of
his feet.  He seemed the same size as Ms.  Kimura, but that was because she
wore clothes and boots.  She was actually quite petite.  As to Mrs. 
Rodwell, she towered over him.  Angela followed as they took him outside.

   The clothed women and the naked boy walked out to the still-virgin snow
between San Beueno Hall and Rockley Hall, the science building.  Then he
lay down and spread his arms and legs out, as if to make a snow angel
except face down.  With their gloved hands they scooped the snow up to
completely buried him.  Angela came up to watch, even though the snow came
up past her boots and the boots probably weren't waterproof.  The three
looked at the boy-shaped snow mound, only the reddened heels showing. 
Angela began to get concerned.  Despite going naked all the time even
Kai-Kai was susceptible to hypothermia.  She looked at the two older women,
about to ask them when they were going to bring Kai-Kai back into the warm
indoors.

   But after a minute Kai-Kai got up by himself, slowly emerging from the
snow like a frozen monster come to life in a bad horror movie.  He was wide
awake now, as one might expect, eyes open as he lurched toward them,
shaking the snow off his body.  Now he followed Ms.  Kimura and Mrs. 
Rodwell as they led him to one of the trees next to San Beueno.

   Ms.  Kimura had padded handcuffs with her, and they helped Kai-Kai tie
them to the branch overhead, far apart, each woman holding a freezing bare
foot to boost him up.  He arranged his hands in the cuffs and soon was
hanging from the branch, with his toes about two feet above the snow.

   This had all been carefully planned.  So was the old metal chair hidden
behind the bush, which Ms.  Kimura now climbed onto.  What Angela saw next
was like a ballet.  The loud moan when Ms.  Kimura's warm mouth engulfed
all of -- all of!  -- the boy's penis in one gulp, right down to his pubic
hair.  And another when Mrs.  Rodwell separated his butt cheeks and stuck
her tongue deep into his rectum.  The two women danced with the suspended
boy as the thin body swung back and forth between them, his penis going
into one mouth, and his anus then licked by the other.  His moans were
constant, and now rose to a higher pitch.  This was a world away from the
buzzing and jangling and overstimulation that had been forced onto him by
the devices in Lab 6.  It was the soft wetness of tongue and mouth and
throat which were a balm to his poor tortured penis and testicles and
rectum.  Angela had seen an MRI of Ms.  Kimura with Kai-Kai's erect penis
deep in her throat, but seeing this remarkable women do this "in the flesh"
made her talent all the more amazing.  As for Ms.  Rodwell, Angela pictured
a long and skilled tongue snaking around inside the boy's rectum, hitting
all the points of maximum sensitivity.

   The bell tower across campus struck twelve, and now she saw Kai-Kai
experience that strange type of orgasm that she had read about in a
Draining Committee memo.  "The Sire's final, deep throat orgasms are not
typical.  The contractions are slower than normal, every two seconds or so,
with a full body character.  They are not sharp and plosive, but rather
heaving and rolling."

   Did Kai-Kai have anything left to ejaculate at this point?  From the
memo: "During the contractions Ms.  Kimura reports a sensation similar to
fluid shooting down the Sire's urethra into her stomach, but she cannot be
sure.  The Sire is not lucid enough at that point to ascertain one way or
the other.  The answer is probably unknowable."
With each slow contraction came a loud moan, not a shout.  It seemed
like the contractions were timed with the bell tower.  He moaned in
pleasure with each bell, as if he was being rung along with the bell.  He
had no energy left for shouting.  It was kind of an orgasm past orgasms. 
Whatever it was, as it went on it occurred to Angela that the two women
were in a way communicating with each other through the boy's "apparatus",
or maybe announcing to the world that they were all in love.  It was
lovemaking, maybe a more mature version of what she had seen with Marikit.
Angela found herself moved by the sight.  Whatever it was, he was rung

along with the bell until both had pealed twelve times.

   She said good-bye to them after they had taken him down and the
handcuffs were back in Ms.  Kimura's coat pocket.  She watched as the weary
naked boy, held up by a clothed woman on both sides, stumbled home on his
freezing slushy feet, headed for a quick cold shower (though it would feel
hot to him), then a big lunch, lots of water and a zinc milkshake, and a
long, long nap.

   Part 14 (Conclusion)

   As Kai-Kai had predicted through his nipples, it did not rain like the
forecasters said, it cleared up.  The afternoon was sunny and pleasant,
melting more of the snow.  But Angela had a big assignment due Monday so
after saying goodbye to the two women and the naked Sire she had to spend
the afternoon in the library.  When she finally got outside again it was
getting dark and quickly getting cold.

   She decided to go into town for a slice of pizza.  On the way back she
passed the Guest House on the edge of campus, where the P-4's (those
waiting for their impreg) and P-5's (those whom the Sire had already
inseminated) stayed from the time they were flown in on Sunday afternoon.
The P-5's could leave right after their impreg, but most elected to stay
around till the main flight out Sunday morning.  Semillas was a pleasant
town, and the mountains nearby were beautiful.

   The Guest House was big of course, having room for all 41 women whom the
Sire was set to inseminate that week.  It looked like an Old Wild West
hotel, which indeed it once was, three stories, 25 rooms, living quarters
for Mrs.  Canworthy (the very busy Impregnation Coordinator) and her
husband, and lecture and banquet rooms on the first floor.  Now, with
lights on in every room, it was filled with new arrivals settling in.

   Across the street, on college grounds, were some picnic tables and to
Angela's surprise she saw the silhouette of Kai-Kai sitting cross-legged on
top of one, looking down at two guys sitting on either side of the table.
She decided to say hi and found that the two guys, bundled up against the
sudden cold, were Kai-Kai's dance major buddies, Kevin Tse and Duvon
Howard. Kevin was Chinese, like she was, and Duvon was black.  Dance was
Kai-Kai's minor.  His major was Library Science, which fit his modest
personality.

   "Hi guys," she said.  "Come sit down," Kai-Kai said in his soft voice.
Angela found herself, along with the two guys, looking up at Kai-Kai's
nudity, something the guys didn't mind in the least, since they were gay
and worshipped his body.  The Sire, as usual, seemed oblivious to the cold.
With the resiliency of a teenager he had recovered from the draining --
hydrated, nourished, rested, happy.

   "We hear you were at the lab draining today from beginning to end,"
Kevin said.  "What was that?  Three hours?"

   "Actually four," Angela said.  She looked up at Kai-Kai.  "This boy is
amazing."

   "No argument here!" Duvon said.  "We've been asking about how those
things go.  I can't imagine, coming over and over again in a lab."

   "It must feel good," Kevin said.  "Right?"

   "Actually, the beginning of the orgasm, when I go over the crest, that
feels good," the naked boy said, utterly honest as always, "but after
about, um, I don't know, maybe the fifth one, the contractions start to
hurt.  It's sore when I have to pee later."

   "Wow!  Coming five times!  I can hardly make it to two! . . .  That
could be a urinary tract infection, Dude!" Kevin said.  "Time for
antibiotics!"

   "No, I mean when I stop the pee, that muscle, the pubococcygeal muscle,
it's sore."

   The three of them, looking up at the nude freshman, nakedly exposed to
the cold while they were all covered up, sat silent for a while.  Kevin's
question was jokey but the answer was unexpectedly serious.

   "I think it's because my PC muscle is not toned enough," Kai-Kai said,
thoughtfully.  Or maybe not?

   At this the tension broke.  Was this a joke?

   "Kai-Kai's muscle tone is great," Duvon said.  "If you saw him in dance
class you'd know that." He was speaking to Angela.

   Kevin, also, was looking at Angela when he said, "He's also way
flexible. Guys aren't flexible like Kai-Kai is.  Only the girls are."

   Angela thought: another stereotypical feminine trait.  Kai-Kai was the
most feminine of boys, in so many ways.

   "Go ahead, Kai-Kai, do it!" Duvon said.  "We know you can."

   The naked boy smiled and looked down.  Angela thought he might be
blushing but it was too dark to tell.  "Well . . .  you know . . ."

   Angela didn't know what they were talking about.  Apparently something
they were discussing before she showed up.

   "C'mon!!" Kevin and Duvon said in unision.

   Kai-Kai exhaled, then said, "Well, o.k." He scooted down to the end of
the table, then raised his legs up straight into the air, bare toes
pointing toward the darkening sky.  His elbows were on the table, his hands
propping up his butt cheeks as his pelvis rose up.  Then he brought his
legs forward so that the toes passed over his head.  He continued, his
pelvis rising further.  His penis dangled down toward his face.  Angela's
jaw dropped as she realized what was about to happen.

   Kai-Kai's flaccid penis lowered and lowered and finally met his open
mouth.  He took in the soft glans and then gently bit on it with bared
teeth.  He looked at Duvon, then Kevin, then Angela, with a little toothy
smile like a dog presenting a ball he had retrieved.  The only word for
this smile was "cute".

   "You can take more in!" Duvon said.  Kai-Kai bent some more and another
inch went in.  Then he raised his legs back up a bit and the penis came out
of his mouth and ended up dangling about two inches above it.

   "If I could do that I would do it all the time!" Kevin said, laughing.

   Angela was stunned, but admittedly impressed.  "Kai-Kai . . .  that's
amazing!"

   "He's so flexible, and his dick is so long, that it's easy for him,"
Kevin pointed out.

   "Do you ever suck yourself off?" Duvon said, his curiosity getting the
best of him.

   "No . . .  I don't masturbate."

   Angela wondered about this answer.  Most guys masturbated because
they're horny.  But in his duties as the Sire, Kai-Kai came so many times
every day that he probably never got to that point.  Or was this for
religious reasons?  Was he following the no-masturbation rule of Marikit's
church?

   "Besides," Kai-Kai added, "when I get erect, I don't think my glans
would fit in my mouth." They thought of the size of his erect glans and
knew this was true.

   "Well," Duvon said, standing up to look down between Kai-Kai's legs,
namely at his anus, which was facing the sky, "Look how easy your butthole
is to get to, and your balls.  I bet if I stuck my finger in and massaged
your prostate, and fondled those gigantic balls, you would come buckets.  I
mean, a big load even for you."

   Kai-Kai looked uncertainly at the end of his penis, swaying gently above
his face.

   "Think of all the protein," Kevin said.  "Don't you like the taste of
semen?" Kevin, at least, certainly did.

   "Um . . .  I don't know, I've never tasted it."

   "You must like the smell of it."

   Kai-Kai looked up at his testicles, hanging down from above like large
fruit from a tree.  "I . . .  don't know.  I never thought about it."

   Angela could believe that.  Kai-Kai had seen his semen spurt out of his
penis thousands of times, and been measured in tubes, shot into vaginas,
and smeared by women over their faces.  He was surrounded by it so often,
he probably never imagined that it was a scent he would be asked if he
liked or disliked.

   "That's not his only trick," Duvon said to Angela.  "Kai-Kai, do you
mind?" He brought out a pen.

   The naked boy smiled, still on his back with his toes way past his head.
"No, go ahead.  Be gentle."

   "As always." Kai-Kai, everyone knew, had the ability to open his anus to
about a half-inch gape.  He grunted and opened up his gut so that everyone
could see inside.  In went the pen.  He closed his eyes and concentrated.
The top of the pen now traced a wide circle, as if he was measuring the
nighttime sky with a compass.  Now it went back and forth in a straight
line, and then in another line ninety degrees from the first one.  Finally
it traced out a "Z".

   Kevin clapped.  Angela couldn't help but laugh.  Marikit was right. 
Kai-Kai was amazing!

   The pen stopped and Kai-Kai caught his breath.  Apparently that trick
took a lot of internal muscle power.

   "Well, young man, how about it?  Next Sunday?"

   "Um . . .  Mrs.  Abu Jamal wants me at her house then."

   "Oh come on!"

   "What are you talking about?" Angela said.  She felt an outsider to this
conversation.  Duvon and Kevin had a bond with Kai-Kai that she didn't
share, by being fellow males, and also by being al freshmen, three years
younger than she was.

   "We want him to get drained by guys for a change," Kevin said.  "Where
it's just guys doing the sucking and the licking."

   "It's a simple fact that guys know better what gets a guy off," Duvon
said.  Though in Kai-Kai's case, considering all the time and effort dozens
of women had spent learning about his sexual responses, that statement was
open to question.

   Kai-Kai looked over at Duvon but his eyes were lost in thought.  He was
still on his back with his knees over his head, his penis and testicles
dangling over his face, and Duvon's pen in his butt, pointing up at the
sky. He was so flexible, so alien to modesty, and so used to going around
naked indoors and out, that it was no strain for him to stay in that
position, surrounded by his fully clothed friends, stark naked on the table
in the freezing cold.

   "You're not just the world's sperm factory, you know," Kevin said.

   "Yeah -- there's more to life than knocking up the female United
Nations," Duvon added.

   "There's more to life than shooting your baby batter at 25,000
cervixes," Kevin said.

   "There's more to life than stretching out vaginas of old ladies from
around the world," Duvon said.

   "There's more to life than blowing huge loads for crowds of cheering
females," Kevin said.

   "There's more to life than spreading the Huge Dick Gene," Duvon said.

   "There's more to life than -- shit I forgot what I was going to say,"
Kevin laughed.  He and Duvon had thought up dozens of these jokes but now
he drew a blank.

   "OK that's enough!" Kai-Kai said, with a cute boyish giggle, unusual for
him, that Angela found captivating.  With this giggle Duvon's pen waved
back and forth with the motion of his internal muscles, like a dog's tail
wagging.

   Duvon said, with more seriousness, "There's being the Sire, and then
there's being Kai-Kai."

   Kai-Kai seemed intrigued.  Angela thought: they had a point.  Not all
his sexual activity had to be geared toward being the Sire.  He could
ejaculate for fun, too.

   Duvon removed the pen and Kai-Kai got back to sitting cross-legged, but
not before rolling onto his knees and stretching to the sky, showing the
concavity of his tummy, his penis almost swinging into Kevins' face. 
Finally acknowledging the cold, he hugged himself and rubbed his arms with
his hands.  "I'll try anything once," the naked boy said.  "But I probably
won't have an orgasm."

   Aware that Kai-Kai's testicles were so productive that he had to
ejaculate at least three times a day or they would ache, Duvon said, "If
we're not getting anywhere we'll call in the reserves.  But I want you to
give it a try."

   "O.K."

   To Angela this seemed an important step toward Kai-Kai being assertive
as to what he wanted, as opposed to what the Project wanted.  Even if he
was being talked into it by his gay friends.  But maybe he wanted to be
talked into it?

   The chatter in the Guest House grew louder, all those womanly voices. 
Now the front door opened.  "Come on, Kai-Kai," Ms.  Canworthy called out.
It was time for the big welcome dinner at which the Sire would be the guest
of honor, fawned over by women from all over the world.

   "Showtime," Kai-Kai said softly.  "Bye, guys."

   Duvon and Kevin and Angela watched as the naked 18-year-old boy hopped
off the table, his penis swinging with his motions, and shuffled through
the slushy snow toward the Guest House where his fans were waiting -- 41
P-3's, women from (this week) ages 32 to 47, from all over the world, who
would shortly cheer as he entered, causing this modest boy to blush from
his head to his bare toes.

   ---------------------------------

   As Angela walked to her dorm she thought of another of those fantasies.
It was recess, the kids were all playing outside in the snow.  Suddenly
they got the urge to throw snowballs at her and Kai-Kai.  It was not fair,
these heavily bundled up kids chasing the two students who lived their life
deprived of clothes and were freezing in the snowy cold.  At first she and
Kai-Kai tried throwing snowballs back but they were quickly overwhelmed. 
Of course she was hit on her big boobs (making them jump and jiggle) and on
her vagina.  Her lush pubic hair was soon encrusted with snow.  Kai-Kai was
hit in the penis, making it swing, and painfully in the balls which bounced
like punching bags.  Each of his testicles was so big that it was a
separate target for snowballs and soon his crotch too was jammed with
flecks of snow.  As they ran away they were also hit square on their
anuses, and their butt cracks were soon jammed with snow.

   Fortunately in their bare feet they could run faster than the rest and
they ended up running clear out of the playground.  Down the street, and
across into the park, and now into the woods, two kids alone and naked. 
They lay down in the snow to catch their breath.  Then, alone at last, in a
world of their own far from anyone who could mistreat or abuse them,
freezing cold but away from any staring eyes, they tenderly made love,
their cries echoing through the snowy wilderness.

   Angela got into her bedsocks and pajamas, slipped into bed, and turned
off the light, still wondering what it all meant.  Under the covers, for
the first time in a few weeks, she used her fingers.
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