Part Twelve - The Examination Continues...

July the 8th 2005 During the steady stream of 'renters', one of them turned out to be a doctor in reproductive medicine. Even being used on a daily basis, his sperm supply had adapted, becoming more abundant to keep up with the demand. The new owner rented Ross to this doctor after the doctor was introduced at a local party. The doctor immediately took Ross to her home after having heard all the stories about this new slave. Restrained, he was taken into a lab exam room and heavily restrained in a gynecological chair. There, a special device was attached to his huge cock and the sperm was literally sucked out of him. There was no orgasm to it, and he produced heavily, the doctor noted as she stood nearby watching him twist and jerk under the extreme sucking. It wasn't exactly painful, but it was not fun or comfortable for the endowed slave. Immediately, two of the assistants moved in and took the sterile sample from the panting slave and examined it. They quickly reported to the doctor that the sample was above 80% motile sperm, meaning that it was high quality sperm. The doctor was amazed. She could see that if she divided up his time as a slave, she could use him in entertainment, and as a supplier in reproductive medicine. There were women that would pay a fortune for sperm guaranteed to produce a pregnancy. And this slave's over abundance was a guaranteed gold mine. The doctor immediately set her idea into motion, contacting an entire list of women that were waiting for a possible donor. Being called to the clinic, the doctor took them in at 1-hour intervals, promising a fresh supply to them. These women were interested in becoming pregnant, not sex or arousal, and had no interest in the slave. They didn't care where the sperm came from, as long as it was clean and abundant. On that first day, Ross was placed on a padded exam table and restrained tightly to the corners. Then, a small suction tube was slid about 2 inches inside his cock, while a larger tube was attached, encasing his entire cock in it. Resembling a large chrome plated dildo, the encasing tube on his cock would create a strong suction on his hardened member, pulling the foreskin and head into the tip of it. When activated, the tube would put out a slight vibration, to keep his arousal level high, while the suction tube did the rest. In essence, he would be vibrated to the point of orgasm, while the suction pulled every drop out of him, whether he orgasmed or not. Within about 30 seconds of turning it on, his hips began to pump as the first batch was pulled from him. It was a very sizable amount and being kept sterile, it could be divided into smaller amounts and used to fertilize the waiting women's eggs. Since they were scheduled for every hour, the machine attached to his cock was only turned off for a couple of minutes each hour. Within 4 hours he was almost unconscious with over a half cup of sperm being pumped from his still quivering testicles. He had enjoyed the first of very many orgasms, but now his testicles were cramping from the constant pumping cycles. He was unconscious as the servants undid his restraints and removed him from the table, carrying him back to his room. But during a total of 7 hrs inside the milking machine, he had produced almost a full cup of sperm for his new owner. She rewarded him by allowing him to sleep an extra hour the next day. Ross continued his story with neither sadness nor excitement, just factually telling a series of events. He was so resigned to his fate that he showed no emotion. It was as if he were reciting a story from memory. By this time, Sonia's nipples had softened and she too showed no sign of her previous arousal. She listened intently, having heard similar stories before, but not all from the same source. All during Ross' recitation, she had continued to rub his cock, gently and softly, and it was still very hard. But having heard his story, she now knew that it wasn't hard because of arousal, but because it was ready to perform for its new owner. Ross then told the doctor about how his time was divided between supplying large quantities of sperm to his new owner, and his duties as an entertainment slave. He was in demand due to his size. The entire arrangement worked rather well for the new owner. The vast majority of women that rented the slave wanted his cock and his mouth, but had no interest in how much sperm he produced, or whether he could even cum or not. On the other hand, the reproduction labs didn't care about his cock or his mouth, as long as his testicles continued to pump huge amounts into their chrome suction devices. Both sides of the owner's business venture were paying her huge sums of money. It even reached a point where she was no longer interested in him, and would send him to either the entertainment rooms or the reproduction labs on a daily basis, depending on where he had the most energy or ability. If he had been entertaining all night by fucking or using his oral talents, then the next morning he would be allowed to rest, while restrained on a table with a suction device attached to his cock, pumping out his entire testicle load. It all paid great money to his owner. Ross delved into some of the owners that he had, which did not care about him physically, as long as he could fuck them on a regular basis. He talked about one owner that didn't like the way he spurt when he cum. She claimed that he was way too messy and immediately went about spreading the opening to his cock. Once it was split open this caused him to cum in a steady flow, instead of spurting. That new owner was more than happy with the results, and even found that she more than enjoyed her ability to stretch him open even farther, using her fingers inside of him. For over a month, Ross said that he could barely become erect due to the pain in his cock head and her insistent finger fucking him. One of her favorite methods was to jack him off to the point where she inserted a finger deep inside his cock, just as he was about to cum. She would then sit and watch with fascination as the sperm built up in a large lump inside his cock, till she allowed it to flow out. This too caused him a lot of pain. Ross told of another owner who bought him site unseen. She had heard about him through the medical personnel at a lab. She was more than interested in a slave that could cum in gushes. At first she was excited about this, but the excitement soon wore off. By that point she could only see the huge messes that he created, every time she played with him. She became more and more angry in time, having spent a huge sum of her money to purchase him. When really angry, she would take her anger out on him by being extremely rough on his cock and testicles. She would wank him off, using a dry wash cloth, making sure to rub the rough cloth into the head as it flared at orgasm. She would squeeze and batter his testicles so much that on several occasions he could not walk the next day because of the severe swelling. Just before she sold him, she became so angry one night with him that she actually dislocated his cock. Becoming enraged that he wasn't able to make her cum fast enough, she grabbed the base of his cock tightly and jerked downward on it. Her other hand snapped the head backwards, driving it upwards. She knew immediately that she had hurt him when she heard a loud snap as the pubic ligament broke away from the pubic bone. After that, having seen the result of what had been so easy for her to do, she would on a regular basis restrain the slave and work him up to the point of orgasm. As his cock would quiver, waiting for that last stroke, or the last touch of friction that would send him into cumming, she would press firmly into his pubic bone with the flat of her palm, while her thumb and forefinger encircled the base of his now throbbing cock. Pushing downward on it hard, she would grasp the underside of the top of his cock and jerk it and the head upwards, hard, in essence snapping it at the base. After awhile, it didn't even make a sound, like the sharp cracks it had made during the beginning. The pubic ligament had completely separated from the pubic mound. He would always cum hard when she did this, even though most of his body jerking and panting was from the pain, not the pleasure. After the first hard snap of her hands, she would immediately let go and sit mesmerized, watching his broken cock pump out spurt after thick spurt of his cream, knowing that it hurt more than it felt good. But the advantage of what she had done, she was never aware of. By separating the pubic ligament, she had given him about one to one and a half inches more in length. Also, this snapping play that she created had also increased the thickness of his cock, around the base. Over the period of time of her 'playing' with him, she had increased his cock length and thickness, but that left him hanging downward when hard, instead of upward. Either way, it created limberness in him that hardly any woman had ever seen. In a comical way, it meant that he could literally fuck in almost any position, since his cock was so bendable. After short time, this owner came to where she hated him and sold him. Of all the women that had owned Ross she had done the most damage and had owned him the shortest amount of time. Even though painful, he was more than aware of the size and ability changes that had been done to his genitals. "Your testicles are amazing. I have never seen anyone put out like these monsters do," she said to him. She had now turned her attention to the large fleshy sack and was gently probing into it with her fingers. The room was so warm that his sack remained soft, up to the point of orgasm when it drew up tight. Using several fingers, the doctor could actually feel and manipulate his vas deferens and epididymus, both being huge. She continued feeling the two large orbs, watching Ross closely for any reaction from him. He remained motionless as she continued to examine him. Both testicles were smooth to the touch but heavily muscled. She watched him as her fingers closed around one testicles and began squeezing it hard. He didn't react but only continued to watch her. "Don't you feel any of this?" she asked, still surprised at just how much pressure they could take. "Oh yes, I feel it, but it doesn't hurt. It actually feels like a deep muscle massage, but only better." She couldn't believe it, even though she had already seen this several times already in one day. She applied more pressure, feeling the testicle begin to push out on the sides, flattening out under her finger's grasp. Still he did not respond, only smiling as his eyes fluttered closed. Using her entire hand, she grasped the thick testicle and squeezed harder, again watching for any sign of pain. Surprisingly there was only a slight moan that came from him. His cock was still rock hard and the steady flow of pre-cum had continued. She was squeezing as hard as she could and he was becoming more aroused. "This doesn't hurt you?" she said as she began to roll the testicle between her tightly clutching fingers. "Ummm, no not in the least." He said as his hips began to slowly push against her hand. Using her other hand she gripped the other testicle and began to apply the same pressure to it. Tightly gripping both testicles in her hands, she pulled them farther away from his body, stretching out the inner cords and tubes, the skin of his sack obviously stretched to its limit. She watched him closely but it was obvious that he was in intense pleasure. "I'm not hurting you at all?" she asked again. "No, only if you stop," he laughed. The flow of pre-cum was almost a steady drip, running down his thickly swollen cock. The head was flared and the mouth gaped widely open. The doctor knew that he was approaching orgasm, only needing a little more stimuli. "I'm not trying to make you cum, I'm trying to see what your pain threshold is," she quickly reminded him. "I don't think you'll find it," he smiled, his eyes still closed and his breathing becoming more erratic. Even she laughed as her hands began to tire from all the pressure she was exerting on him. She knew that he was close to having a testicular orgasm, different from a penile orgasm. An orgasm that produces a quantity of sperm, but nowhere near as pleasurable as a full-blown orgasm. In essence she was forcing the sperm out of him, without his own body allowing it out the normal way. "I can't believe that this doesn't hurt. I've never seen a man that had such muscled testicles, but lacking in sensitivity." He quickly looked at her, saying, "Oh don't confuse pain tolerance with lack of sensitivity. I'm more than sensitive, I feel every move your fingertips make, every squeeze, every change in pressure, but not to the point that it hurts. It actually feels good." She just smiled, letting go of the stretched sack, it plopping loudly onto the exam table. "Have they always been this way?" "As far back as I can remember. They've always been somewhat large, but it seems that they may have become a little bigger since my amounts have increased. I've always had a large ejaculate, but not as large as it's been over the past several years of being forced. That seems to have increased their thickness somewhat." The doctor felt that this would be a good time to let the slave know why he had been purchased. Picking her words carefully, she asked him, "Do you know why you were brought here?" He smiled back at her, "I'm assuming that it's because of my size, but now I'm beginning to wonder." "Why do you say that?" she wanted to know, puzzled at his response. "I may have been sedated at the auction, but I wasn't unconscious. By your first test you did on me, I had a feeling that you were after sperm. That would make me think that you might be a doctor. But once you and your assistant saw my size, both of you obviously liked what you saw. When I was brought here, I recognized areas of your facility as a milking arena. I figured that I was here to supply you or someone with sperm." The doctor looked at him seriously, "You do produce a great amount and I do have a need for large amounts. You are correct; this is a milking facility and a production facility. I'm not involved in reproduction medicine, but need you in my manufacturing process. In time you'll learn what we do here, but for now all you need to know is that you are here to give us as much of your milk as we can take. Hopefully you'll be ok with that?" she asked, hoping that he wanted to cooperate with her. He smiled at her. "I'm being treated better here than I have been anywhere else, so far," he said, glancing down at her hand still working his cock. She smiled back at him. She now knew quite a bit about him, but wondered if he would continue to like his treatment, once she turned him over to her training staff.