The Big Wank – Chapter Two

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The Big Wank – Chapter TwoFiona once mused to me that she kept thinking of all that wasted sperm I produced. When I looked puzzled she looked thoughtful in turn and tapped on her fingertips in mock calculation.”Well, by my reckoning, you’d been wanking at least five years before Granny took you in charge. You used to wank at least once a day and I know how much you produce. So lets see, that’s about 2000 wasted wanks!” she paused before I could protest about the term ‘wasted’, I’d enjoyed every one of them.She tapped on a calculator and laughed at the result, “Yes, I thought so, thats nearly 3 gallons of the stuff.”We got thoughtful. I looked around the room where Fiona sat back in the sofa relaxing while I was naked at her feet gently massaging them. Her legs were absolutely lovely. Toned and fit from her horse riding and her athletic frame. My hand slid up to her calf and I was rewarded with a stroke from the riding crop she always kept by her. Kept by her that is whenever she had a male in her charge. On the wall behind her was a big framed picture. It showed Fiona and her sister on each side of a group of six naked men. All the men were posed with full erections and all wore close fitting lycra hoods in the Duchess’s racing colours. I knew the hoods were Lycra as I was the one on the left with my number on the side of it. I was standing güvenilir bahis next to Fiona, who had her riding crop just touching my erection. Fiona’s Grandmother was in the centre of the group. Granny was a real Duchess and we were her string of slaves.”Perhaps they weren’t wasted wanks” Fiona mused, “They strengthened and developed your balls I suppose.”It seemed an ungrateful attitude applied to me who had only a few days before won Granny substantial prize money in her own “Duchess Stakes” against ten other runners. Three foot ten inches was something of a personal best for me under Fiona’s capable hand.Fiona was right in one respect of course, they were wasted. I’d heard hints of unofficial competitions for younger males but officially we couldn’t compete until we reached eighteen. Nowadays I was no longer in control of my own balls. The Duchess dictated everything and Fiona made sure that I complied. I’d not be allowed any release now for three days after competition day. Although my cock was rigid massaging Fiona’s feet, that wasn’t going to be allowed to go anywhere. I was not competing again at the weekend and sperm regenerated for it but I didn’t know my schedule after that. Fiona did. She knew that I was booked in for stud service the following week for the first time.I’d always asked her why they didn’t you enter me türkçe bahis in one of the heavy load contests, to which Fiona always replied that I was a powerful ejaculator, not a twentyweight load type.Thick gelatinous pearly sperm did not spurt across the table, it flooded out in heavy gobbets. So when the following week I was led into a milking parlour I was a bit surprised.”Wank him quickly into this container Fiona.” the young white coated female attendant told her.She didn’t need to, Fiona’s fingers were already in contact with my glans, peeling back my foreskin and wiping my head down with an antseptic wipe. I was rearing ready at her touch. Fiona was delicate, finger and thumb rippling gently over my glans and frenum. Gently but inexorably, she knew she had to wank me quickly as that produced the thickest consitency of seed. My hips bucked, I could not resist. Calmly, the assitant held the collecting vessel over my glans and Fiona finished me.”Six point two grams.” commented the assistant, “a very satisfactory first donation Fiona.”I heard the crackle of quick freezing as she placed my donation in the waiting dewar of liquid nitrogen.”Granny will be pleased. I’ll tell her. You’ll transfer the fee? ” Fiona called as we left.I have to admit that this turn of events disappointed me. After four events I’d adapted to the thrill of the güvenilir bahis siteleri race track, the jeers, the catcalls, and the sheer excitement of the betting. I was still in the novices class of course, but that didn’t mean that the orgasms were less. With novices at eighteen as we all were, they were perhaps more explosive than the fully developed men’s competition. They were certainly over faster! Still the idea of being quickly wanked off into a pot appealed less.”Granny says you have to,” Fiona explained to me, “she will get a better fee for you at stud while you’re under twenty and its reliable. Doesn’t depend on you winning. Don’t worry, we’ll still enter you in enough meets to keep your form with the bookies.”So it turned out too, although it wasn’t for a while and I was consigned to a twice a week wank to harvest my seed for the next two months. I noticed though that my glistening pearly contribution wasn’t always taken straight to the freeze. Often, it was just spirited away.”Oh that’s because they are using it fresh. Far better that way. The lady already had you booked and was waiting for it.” Sandy told me candidly as she was in charge of me that day.This revelation shook me. I don’t know what was in my head about the use to which my sperm samples would be put, but as I’ve said, callow youth doesn’t think things through. Now it was obvious that there were women already pregnant from my seed and after processing the information, my balls surged with pride. I’m sure that my load that day was larger than normal, but dissapointed when it went to the freezer.

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