Part Eighteen - The Wolf Pack...

August the 12th 2005 Ross gasped, his hips thrusting high into the air. He was panting so hard that it sounded as if he were sucking air. "Here he goes, watch closely," Rachel said as her hand pumped his cock faster. His breathing seemed to stop for a moment as he sucked in a deep breath, his legs spread wide, his hips thrust upward. Suddenly, a huge spurt of thick white sperm shot up into the air about a foot. Both of them were shocked to see the vial spurt out and into the air, sticky with his milk covering it. It flew about a foot into the air and fell back onto his stomach. It was covered with so much sperm that it actually stuck to him where it fell. He was still spurting globs of the cum out of his cock, Rachel's hand still pumping him hard. Her other hand was buried in his testicle sack, manipulating him. With his hips still thrusting hard, his breath coming in ragged gasps, he began to settle down, slowly coming to rest on the bed. Allison was beside herself, still mesmerized by the quivering cock that Rachel was slowly rubbing. Rachel's hands were covered in white cream as she slowed her pumping motion. She was intently watching his face, thoroughly enjoying what she had just done to him. His entire body seemed to slump back into the bed, his cock slowly growing soft as she continued her slow soft rubbing. He was breathing heavily, but seemed to regain his composure somewhat. Rachel gave his testicles a good squeeze and asked, "How's that for a wake up call? Feel better? See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Rachel was almost laughing as she looked up at Allison. Ross just laid there, his breath now normal. "Ummmm," was the only response that he could make. Rachel more than enjoyed playing with this new slave. His cock was more than responsive to her stimulation. Rachel also noticed that the slave was very interested in the Allison. It seemed that he did not take his eyes off of her, during his orgasm. Using a long fingernail, Rachel dug through the thick white globs and retrieved the vial. She had thought it had come out too quickly, but lifting it to the light, she could see that it was full of thick white cream. She quickly wrapped it in tissue and placed it in a zip lock bag. "Hold onto this, we'll have to have it analyzed," Rachel told Allison. Allison held the vial up to the light peering at it closely. She'd never seen sperm before. She held it as if it were a very valuable jewel. Rachel could guess the outcome of the analysis. The doctor already knew that his sperm was highly motile, but what she wanted to know this morning, was whether he was producing heavily or in small amounts, after being drained the day before. His testicles could be mass-producing sperm as well as pre-cum. The doctor would want to know if he was producing sperm at a fast rate. The white creamy thickness inside the vial told Rachel that he was producing sperm. Rachel would later call the doctor's private line and leave a very short message, saying only "he is an OP." That would be great news to the doctor. Allison was still mesmerized, studying the relaxed slave as his cock deflated, slowly rolling over onto his pubic bone and lower abdomen. She couldn't take her eyes off of what she was seeing. "He's still huge, even as he gets soft. I'd love to spend some time with this guy." Allison was again almost drooling, still transfixed on the slave's genitals. "Wait, hold on there little one. I think this one might be a little bit on the large side for you. You would be better off making an appointment with a smaller slave," Rachel said, trying not to sound too motherly. Rachel wasn't that much older than Allison, but Rachel had the benefit of being old enough to have been with males, prior to the new laws. And, Rachel had been head of security at the facility for several years. During that time, she had just about done it all or seen it all. "Making an appointment, what is that about?" Allison had finally taken her eyes off of the slave, now looking straight at Rachel. Her look said that she had no idea of what Rachel was talking about. "Making an appointment. You don't know what that is?" Rachel asked, looking up at Allison. It was obvious to Rachel that Allison was a lot more innocent than she had previously thought. "I'm sorry, I forgot that this was your first day." "I've never heard of that. What do you mean? It sounds like something that I might like." Allison was listening closely now. She was more than interested and was already beginning to understand what that phrase might afford her. "Have you ever been with a man before?" Rachel was staring into Allison's eyes. She already knew the answer, but wanted to hear it from her. "Have you ever, in any form or fashion?" Looking somewhat sheepish, Allison ducked her head down. "No, not in any way. I've only seen a small amount of pictures of men, but I have read a lot about them." She was almost blushing when she mentioned 'reading' about them. Rachel could only guess what she had been reading. "Ok, we have to hurry. I'll talk to you later about it. But, 'making an appointment' means that you pick out a slave that you want to spend some time with. This is private time, where you and the slave are allowed to spend time together. Not all of the slaves are eligible to have this private time, but we know which ones are safe. You pick the one you want and he's is cleaned up and prepped, then brought to a room where you can do whatever you want with him." For a moment, Rachel thought that Allison's eyes were beginning to glaze over. A slight smile was beginning to spread across her face. "You mean that I can be alone with a slave? I can pick one that I want?" Allison's eyes were now obviously glazed over. You could see all the different ideas beginning to run through her imagination. Suddenly Allison's gaze shifted back to the slave that was lying out in front of her. It was obvious that she had decided whom she wanted. "No, not this one. He's way too big for you. Besides, this is your first day. Give it a little while, enough time for you to get a good idea of what there is to choose from. There is a huge variety around here. Besides, you're going to have a lot of fun just seeing what happens here, not to mention the fact that you're going to be one of the ones that is making it happen." "I know what I want. It's this one. I want to make an appointment with this one. Where do I sign up," Allison said, beginning to laugh. "Hold on, hold on. Take one thing at a time. This is your first day. You're going to see more males than you've ever seen before. You're going to see them up close and very personal. At least give it a couple of days before you starting trying to chose a toy. OK?" Rachel looked at her seriously. Allison continued her stare, visually examining the now soft, but still very huge parts of the newest slave. This was the closest that she had ever been to a male. And he was a nude male. And he was fully sexual and functional. She couldn't wait for a chance to make an appointment. "Give it a couple of days. As soon as you're ready, come and get me. I'll personally take you and help you make that appointment. OK?" Rachel was sincere as she could be. She could remember her first days at the facility very well. Dejectedly, Allison agreed. But Rachel could see that her young trainee was already beginning to imagine a lot of different things that she wanted to do, or have done to her. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. "Tell you what I'm going to do. If you'll promise me, that you'll keep your eyes open and take a look at all of your choices, then I'll do you a favor." Rachel wondered if she sounded as motherly to Allison as she thought she did. "Are you listening?" "Yes," Allison answered, still watching the slave closely. "I promise to 'shop before I buy' and take a really good look," Allison laughed as she joked back. "You promise to take a little bit of time, look around and then make a choice, I will give you a little bit of a special training session. Something that I am sure that you will enjoy a lot." Rachel was smiling, waiting for Allison's reaction. "What? What do you mean?" Allison suddenly looked back at Rachel. She was now more than curious about Rachel's training. "You promise and I'll let you train on 'this' slave, maybe as early as this afternoon. Is it a deal?" Rachel was grinning broadly, already having an idea of what she wanted to do. Allison's eyes grew wide open as her head jerked back, her eyes fixed on the huge soft cock resting on the slave's pubis. "This one! You've got a deal. I promise. You said this afternoon, I'll be ready." Allison was beginning to act like a little child with a new present that hadn't been opened yet. "Ok, ok, ok. I'll come get you when I'm ready. But remember, you're to look at all of the slaves, before you decide. Right?" "Right, right. You've got it. I'll look at all of them," Allison responded, almost beside herself. She couldn't contain her excitement. ---0--- Rachel felt that the slave was somewhat tranquil, after his 'wake-up call'. If not tranquil, at least he was relaxed and slower moving. She had Allison undo his restraints and get him to his feet. Standing, the new slave was handcuffed behind his back and his loincloth put back in place. He offered no resistance as Rachel stood facing him. The loincloth barely covered the fact that his stomach and lower legs were covered in his own milk. And under the loincloth was an even bigger mess. Besides the aroma of a huge amount of sperm, the evidence was obvious to anyone that saw him. As he stood there, slightly swaying, large globs of sperm dripped from him, landing in loud splats on the floor. He was a mess. Rachel knew that the prep girls would be more than aroused with the new slave and delivering him in this shape would only drive them into a frenzy. Among staff, security, and training personnel, the prep girls were known laughingly as 'the wolf pack'. It was a private joke that pretty well summed up what the wolf pack was all about. All of these ladies had been hired but had never gone any higher as employees. Security personnel were hand picked, most of them being highly trained ex police officers or military people. Staff members were personnel that had been there for some time or had shown their abilities to move up the flow chart, quite rapidly. The 'wolf pack' was pretty much those that were not in the group of female slaves, or those that could not move up the facility's ladder of success. They were pretty much just stuck there. But the wolf pack loved their job. They all enjoyed what their job entailed, some a little more than others. Besides a high paying job, they were pretty much free to do what they wanted with lots of free time. If there was ever a group that needed watching, the prep girls were that group. Whereas staff, training, and security were main components of the facility and all friends, the prep girls were in a group all by themselves. They did their own thing, so to speak. They were more concerned about their tans or figures, than they were about mundane things such as rules, regulations, or procedures. The slave was led to the prep room, a short distance down the hall from the holdover room. There, Rachel met with 2 of the prep girls who would take him and clean him up. Their job was to make him presentable which would include anything from cleaning him to cutting his hair. Prep girls were well versed in a variety of things that could 'enhance' a male slave. Cleaning and trimming was a given. There were a multitude of areas that they could work on to make a male more presentable or desirable. Their talents really shined when it came time to get a slave ready for renting. Almost all of the prep girls were highly motivated and easily aroused. They were all very young, either in their late teens or early twenties. Because of the amount of time since the laws had changed, the vast majority of these young ladies had not really experienced males. You might say that they were not very familiar with the thinking or the sexuality of the male creature. The doctor had very stringent rules for these young girls. One of the strictest rules was that no prep girl was allowed to make a male cum. The doctor had found out very quickly that the young girls were very sexual, very aggressive, and very rough with male slaves. The only time that they were allowed to make a male cum was if either staff or someone from training was present. These girls were trying to work their way up to either a training position or staff position. Until that day, they continued to aggressively play with their male toys. When not actually working, most of the prep girls would sit around working on their suntans or think of new ways to torment the slaves given over to them. In essence, they were sexual wolves, waiting for the next lamb to be delivered to them. As Rachel entered the prep room with Ross, both of the girl's eyes were on him, mostly on his covered genitals. Word had spread of the new slave and they all wanted to see the endowment that had been talked about so much. Even though he had just been jacked off, he was still bulging heavily. The loincloth barely covered him, his testicles hanging down below the bottom of the flimsy soft cloth. Rachel knew that they were eagerly anticipating his arrival. For fun, she pulled back on his handcuffs, forcing his upper body back, thereby pushing his hips and pelvis forward. This only increased the obvious bulge under the loincloth. He was still covered in his own sperm, now running down his lower legs. It was obvious and all of the girls were looking at it. Each of them had a hungry look on her face, waiting to get the slave in their hands for their job. Holding the slave back, Rachel asked if they were ready for him. Almost simultaneously they both answered yes.