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The Y-Virus Ch. 06

The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate stimulation, anal sex, ass worship, sex with machines, and much more. If any of these categories don't appeal to you then I strongly suggest you don't read the following story and find something else more suited to your tastes. You have been warned!

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The Y-Virus

Chapter Six: Doing My Part

I stood from my bed and stretched. The morning sun's golden rays poured in from my window and fell over my naked body. I didn't care much about my nudity, especially in front of the women I was scheduled to impregnate. They had seen my valuables before when I was thawed from stasis, and they would see them again many times over.

I felt fantastic and looked forward to meeting up with Akira. I had been counting the days leading up to this one in my mind; the day I'd be allowed to have sex with her. I could only assume that Akira was more anxious than I was, seeing as how men had only recently been reintroduced into the world of women. I imagined she was also the subject of much envy from some of the other women who still had to wait their turn to have sex with a male.

Before I made the decision to freeze myself, I never entertained the thought of becoming a father. Having children required a sacrifice of time and money. I don't have a problem with kids; I just never really wanted any of my own. The global situation being what it was demanded a reevaluation of this. The thought of becoming a father, and not just once, but many times over, was a little daunting. I was informed earlier that my sperm samples would be taken to various parts of the world; parts I would probably never visit. This meant I would never have the chance to meet most of my future children. Thoughts of this sort would race across my mind whenever I was tied down to an Orgasmanatrix 8000. I felt a tremendous amount of sadness for these soon-to-be children of mine because they would never know their father.

These sad feelings aside, I knew I was going to enjoy doing my part for humanity. Fucking women like Akira, Alexis, and Mary would have been a dream come true for any heterosexual man. But when it came to the children that I would father within the walls of the CDC, I resolved to do the right thing: I would be there for them as much as possible. Plenty of young men from my time period had gone out of their way to avoid their children, their flesh and blood. A cousin of mine had a situation like this happen to her. When she found out she was pregnant with her boyfriend's child, he made every effort to avoid her and his unborn son. Thinking of all the hardships my cousin went through was more than enough to inspire me to want to do right by my future children. I wanted (and needed) to set an example and standard for the other guys in quarantine. Lead by example, my father would always tell me.

After finishing my morning stretches, I went to the small dresser in the corner of my ward (which was brought in two days earlier and retrieved by some of Dr. Miller's scouts) and grabbed a set of clothes. Naturally, I wanted to look my best for Akira, but I didn't have anything that looked as sharp as I wanted. I did have a shirt in one of the drawers that looked as if it could've been something business casual, at least in my opinion. The fashions of the twenty-fourth century were a bit different than those of my time period, although not drastically different. I grabbed the shirt with a pair of boxers and blue jeans. It would look good; not great, but good. The clothes were only one part of what I had in mind for making this day count. The next step was a shower.

I grabbed a towel from the bottom drawer and wrapped it around my waist as I carried the clothes I picked out under my arm. Dr. Miller took the liberty of leading the way down the corridor to the shower stalls with her head held high. The stalls used by the men were located at the end of the hall from our wards. We passed a few other men as we made our way there. They smiled and one told me that I was "a lucky bastard." Both of these guys patted me on the shoulder as we passed. They were both in good spirits, like myself, and I understood why. From earlier conversations I had with these guys I learned that they were also scheduled to impregnate a few female scientists, doctors, and staff members; however, they still needed to meet their quota before being granted that pleasure.

When I reached the shower stalls, I opened the locker in the corner of the room that was designated for me (my name was printed on a white label and taped three or four inches below the top of the small metal door). It was stocked with various soaps, shampoos, and what-have-you. When I walked into my usual stall, Alexis Miller restrained my wrists into cuffs that were installed shortly after the men had been brought out of stasis. I knew the general procedure for the women's safety protocol, also the safety protocol for the men (the TestiTrackers were electrical devices and being in a shower would create certain safety issues). I let Alexis do her thing by shackling me in the stall. I had no intention of refusing her or her instated protocol, especially with her remote still locked around her wrist. I also felt it was important to demonstrate my patience to Alexis Miller by doing what she asked. I figured it was the best thing to do considering that she was a woman of procedure and formalities. I could at least show her through my cooperation that I understood why she did certain things.

She finished locking my second wrist into the overhead cuff and stood back to admire her handiwork. After deciding that she was pleased with the fact that I couldn't use my hands for anything she turned to the faucet handles and set the water loose on my naked body. I shuddered and drew in deep, sharp breaths when I felt the torrent of water crash over me. The water was very cold at first but steadily became warm as it ran over my shoulders and down the rest of my body. The initial coldness of the water forced my cock to shrink back in size. Dr. Miller suppressed what I thought was a chuckle or giggle when she noticed this. It was a quick sound; barely audible. She forced herself to stop abruptly when my eyes moved to hers.

Alexis stepped forward with a thin metal stick. I knew from our earlier bathing sessions that it was the magnetic key for my TestiTracker. She brought it to my balls and soon I was freed from the evil device. She put the TestiTracker and its key into the breast pocket of her lab coat. She pressed a couple buttons on her wrist remote, and the device opened itself on an unseen hinge and she took it off. She put it on a shelf outside the shower stall and hung her lab coat on a hook next to it.

"After your shower you'll have to come with me and submit to a brief medical exam. I trust you remember, Mr. Barber." Alexis reminded me.

She had a slight gleam in her eye that was something other than her usual formal demeanor. Lately she started to act a little more . . . human when she was alone with me. Before, she seemed more like an automaton in the way she followed her own rules and protocol, but I had recently begun to see trace amounts of something resembling normal human responses in her overall behavior. Her suppressed chuckle/giggle at the shrinking of my penis in the cold water was the final clue I needed to confirm this.

"Yes doctor, I remember." I said as I felt the water start to warm up. My penis slowly returned to its normal length and my balls began to hang lower in my scrotum. I knew that Alexis, as well as Mary McFlarghan, enjoyed scrubbing my naked body (they were the only two women that had the job of bathing me). Mary, however, was not afraid to comment on how much she liked it.

For reasons I don't know, I started to think about the women out in the real world; the world outside the CDC. I suddenly felt bad for these women. I couldn't really explain why thoughts about them cropped up in my mind at this time, but they did. The minor luxury of a shower was undoubtedly taken for granted and wasn't available to most of them anymore. This also made me think of other luxuries that were lost to them.

Dr. Miller soon broke my train of thought as she usually did at this stage of my showers.

She began to take her clothes off, though not all of them. Like all women assigned to bathe the men, she wore a bathing suit when entering the stalls with me. This was the first time that she bathed me in a few days, but I knew her bathing suit well: a black two piece with a top that had a clasp in the front. I assumed she chose a black suit to emulate her conservative side, but the suit itself revealed a little more of her personality—and her body—than she would have revealed to others. The lower portion of her suit was a thong and I always enjoyed the great view I had of her amazing ass during my showers with her.

"After your breakfast we should begin your medical exam. I'd like to start by ten o'clock. I also suggest that you don't eat too much."

"Yes doctor."

"Dr. Minoko is having her checkup as we speak. Once we're finished with your exam I'll direct you to her quarters. She, like all women who volunteered, was given the option of having another woman present in the room during intercourse, for security purposes, but she declined. She must have great trust in you . . . as do I."

"You do? Does this mean I might have the TestiTracker taken off my balls sometime soon?"

"Perhaps, Mr. Barber. No doubt you recall we've already had this discussion and I told you that it's also there to put the minds of the other women at ease. Their safety is also important."

"I know, I know." I said with a hint of annoyance. "But if you trust me, and if Akira trusts me, then it just seems . . . ah, forget it."

She probably understood how I felt. "Don't worry, Mr. Barber, I'm sure you won't have to wear it much longer. Most of the women here have taken a shine to you." Alexis paused for a moment, "I'll tell you what: after you've impregnated Dr. Minoko, Dr. McFlarghan, and myself, I'll have a talk with the other women about maybe having the TestiTracker removed from you, and, over time, the other men that have proved themselves nonviolent in nature."

"I'd appreciate it. Thank you." I said.

"You're welcome, Mr. Barber," She said as she finished lathering up a washcloth with the soap I took from my locker. "I must confess I'm looking forward to our scheduled appointment."

I nearly choked on the air I was breathing. Truth be told, I wasn't expecting her to bring up our appointment at all.

She started scrubbing my chest and continued, "It isn't an easy thing for me to talk about, but I do miss my family—my son most of all. I'm hoping to rebuild some of what I've lost. In other words: to have a child again. Don't get me wrong, though. I'm not trying to replace my son or husband. Nobody could ever replace them. But it just seems asinine to completely close off the prospect of having children, especially given the importance of reproducing in the world we now live in."

I nodded in agreement.

She lowered her hand from my chest to my abdomen. She began slowly inching her way down to my crotch as she moved the lathered cloth in small circles over my skin. I couldn't keep myself from getting hard.

I figured now would be a good time for me to be honest with her about how I felt. "I hope you won't think it improper of me to say this, but I do find you very attractive."

"I can see that." she gestured to my hardening cock. "But why would that be improper?"

"Well, I'm supposed to have sex with Akira in a few hours. Perhaps I feel it's improper because of the time period to which I originally belonged to. Many would've considered it wrong and chauvinistic for a man to tell a woman that they were beautiful or 'hot' if they were planning on sleeping with a different woman later that same day. And if that weren't enough, I'm permitted and encouraged to have sex with more than one woman in a short span of time. It's all just so much different than what I'm used to. But I'm not complaining. I can't imagine any straight man would ever complain if they were in my position."

"I understand what you mean. Before the Y-Virus, our society worked very much the same way. The women inside these walls know that things have changed and that they can't feel too possessive over the men here. I really stressed that point to them the day before we started bringing the men out of cryogenic stasis."

The bar of soap she was using slipped from her fingers, fell on the floor, and slid away from us. She turned away to pick it up and my eyes were immediately drawn to her amazing ass when she bent over to retrieve it. Her ass was almost as perfect as Akira's. I became fully erect. She noticed it when she turned back to face me and smiled a little. It almost seemed like she was trying to make me hard on purpose. She came back to me and held of my rigid cock. I gasped a little. She started to move the washcloth slowly along the length of my penis.

"I can imagine that you find your situation favorable. Having sex with willing ladies on a waiting list, being encouraged to have orgasms for the good of humanity, being the one sought after due to the disproportionate ratio of men to women, am I right?" Her grip on my hard cock became slightly more firm, yet not painful.

I paused. For a moment I didn't know if she was trying to make me feel good or guilty about the situation I was in.

"It's okay Mr. Barber," she said, probably guessing how I felt at that moment, "I'm asking you an honest question."

I took a moment to gather my thoughts (it was difficult with her practically giving me a soapy handjob). "I won't lie to you. I like being in my position. The women of my time never threw themselves at me like the women here. But I do feel a little guilty because there are so many women outside the CDC who are struggling and living without the knowledge that there is hope for the future."

"Perhaps it's best that not all women know you're here. If they all knew you were here, our gates would be stormed by women. There would be too many to feed, house, and impregnate. Some might even take violent measures in order to get inside the CDC.

"I imagine the idea of a massive crowd of women wanting your sperm would be every man's fantasy, but it would be impractical. Any male offspring born out of quarantine would die within six weeks. There wouldn't be enough genetic diversity for this part of the world—which is why we need sperm samples of other men from other facilities in the world to be brought here. And despite some men's egos, there would simply be too many women for them to impregnate. No matter what you might think, you wouldn't be able to impregnate hundreds of thousands of women."

I couldn't argue with her assessment of the situation. She knew what was at stake and what the consequences might be if every woman in the world knew of our presence in the CDC.

"You're right," I said after considering what she told me. "I never thought of that."

Alexis only nodded. She knew she was right.

Right when I started to feel really good from her stroking my cock, she let go of it and moved her attention to my balls. I gave a slight yelp when she cupped my testicles in the palm of her hand. "Relax, Mr. Barber." She said, and it wasn't long before she started rolling them around with her fingers.

She washed my scrotum thoroughly, and when she was done she took each individual testicle in between her thumb and first two fingers and began to examine them. When she held the first one—my right testicle—I asked her what she was doing. She told me that she was checking for any sings of testicular cancer. I knew she had high-tech gadgets that could determine whether I had cancer in less than ten seconds, but I quickly realized that it was probably much more fun for her to check them manually. I said nothing.

She rolled my right testicle around in between her thumb and first two fingers before giving it a gentle squeeze. I yelped a little louder than I did a minute ago. She told me that it was a good sign that I reacted that way. She said there might've been real problems if I didn't feel the usual dull pain. She took my left testicle between her thumb and two fingers in the same way. I knew what to expect now and tried to brace myself for the gentle squeeze. She rolled it around like she did the other. When she was satisfied that there weren't any suspicious lumps, she gently squeezed my left nut. I yelped again and she gave a little smile that seemed somewhat sadistic, but I thought I could've been mistaken. I thought it might have just been a trick of the light. Besides, she really didn't squeeze them too hard, only enough to check their sensitivity.

She finished scrubbing my body with the soap, and my hair with the shampoo. She allowed the running water to rinse me off completely before turning the faucet off. She then took the towel I grabbed from my room and started drying me with it. She seemed to spend more time than what was necessary in drying my cock and balls, but again I said nothing.

After I was sufficiently dry, she took her clothes and went into a separate stall to change out of her wet bathing suit. She put her dry clothes on and walked back into the stall where I was still shackled. She was wearing her wrist remote once again and had her wet suit in a plastic bag which she put on another shelf. She took the TestiTracker out of the breast pocket of her lab coat and locked it around my scrotum with the magnetic key. She tucked the key safely away in a separate pocket with a zipper on it.

Now that I was wearing the TestiTracker again, she used a separate key to release me from the cuffs hanging in the stall. I was free again—so to speak.

I walked over to one of the mirrors opposite the lockers. My brown hair was growing back nicely, though they were little more than bristles on my head. I could still see a portion of the skin of my head beneath the ends of the tiny hairs. I started to look better and healthier with each passing day.

Standing naked in front of the mirror, I allowed myself to think: This is all yours, Akira.

I quickly got dressed and reflected on the shirt and jeans I picked out. They were the best looking clothes I had access to. I didn't think Akira would've minded too much about the clothes I was wearing, but I wanted to look my best for her sake. Besides, the two of us weren't going to be wearing clothes once it came right down to the dirty deed.

I made my way from the showers to the cafeteria with Dr. Miller following close to my side. Her tablet was in one hand and the plastic bag with her wet swimsuit was in the other. A scientist approached us as we walked down one of the hallways. She was a cute young woman carrying a wide, opaque plastic box with a sticker on it that read CONTENTS: SANITIZED. The young scientist stopped before us and spoke to Alexis.

"I've removed all traces of the Y-Virus from your . . . your order." When the young woman stopped in midsentence, she looked over to me quickly with a smile. It was the kind of smile that said she knew something amusing that I didn't, something that likely involved me. She brought her attention back to Alexis.

"Thank you, Doctor Gorzinski. Would you be kind enough to put that in my quarters, please?" Alexis said without a trace of emotion in her voice. The old Dr. Miller was back.
"Yes, doctor, right away."

"And please take this to the laundry room, would you?" Alexis handed the bag over to Dr. Gorzinski with the wet swimsuit in it.

"Of course, doctor. Right away."

Dr. Gorzinski continued on her way with the plastic case under one arm and the bag in the other. I think I heard her snigger a little just before turning the corner behind us.

We finished making our way to the cafeteria. Since all the men in the facility were successfully thawed from stasis, we weren't noticed much when we first walked in and sat down. There were plenty of other men sitting at other tables for the women to talk to and learn about. Tabitha "Tabby Cat" Dole approached me. She wanted to know what I'd have for breakfast and I told her oatmeal would be fine. Alexis ordered the same thing.

Tabby Cat looked at me with such kind eyes that I couldn't help but smile back at her. Her kindness and southern accent always seemed to make me smile and make my days brighter. It was a good thing, too, because after being cooped up in the same building for an inordinate amount of time, I was starting to get a bit of cabin fever. Every day that passed I hoped that Dr. Miller and Dr. Weller were making progress in creating a vaccine to the Y-Virus.

Little Hanna came up to me when she noticed me and asked if I would give her another chess lesson. I told her that I would be very busy later and I would only be able to teach her in the evening. She seemed a little disappointed, but she went away with a half-smile that looked to be somewhat forced. I began to suspect that her disappointment had little to do with chess. In the passing days I slowly began to see the truth: she wanted a father figure in her life. Her father and uncle were both taken in the plague when she was just five. She missed them both and wanted somebody to look up to, somebody to be a kind of surrogate father. Of course, I could only guess this at first. Later I would learn that this was true. I couldn't blame her. She was only eight years old, after all. I felt bad for her and the other girls of her age group that lost their fathers, grandfathers, uncles, and so on.

Tabby Cat approached us shortly after Hanna left my table. She put our bowls of oatmeal on the table and made sure that I met her smile before leaving to take care of another group of people. I smiled and wished her a good day. She was a good person with a good heart. She nodded and went away to fetch the other peoples' meals.

Alexis and I ate our oatmeal. We had very little to talk about because we both understood the schedule I had to follow that day. Halfway through our meals, Akira and Nancy Weller came into the cafeteria and sat with Alexis and me. They both seemed to be in an upbeat mood, especially Akira. I figured that her medical checkup went well.

Akira did give me a look that I enjoyed, but she and Nancy seemed more preoccupied with something else. They were mostly looking at a green plastic binder that Nancy laid on the table and slid across to Dr. Miller. There was a simple white label placed on the cover with blue letters that read: VACCINE RESEARCH NOTES.

Nancy spoke to Alexis, saying, "I've stayed up nearly all night working on this. I think this will show some kind of improvement in the direction we're heading. I can't promise anything, as usual."

Dr. Miller took the binder and looked at the first couple pages of the material. There seemed to be well over a hundred pages within the binder, but I really had no way of knowing for sure how many there were. Also, it really didn't matter. What did matter was that it sounded to me like Dr. Weller was on the right track, and that was something good . . . very good.

I must have had a look of tremendous hope on my face because Dr. Weller turned to me and said, "Please try not to get your hopes up too much, Mr. Barber. We've had promising leads that have proved inconclusive at best. Some of our other attempts resulted in the formations of chemical compounds that would not have remained stable once introduced into the human body according to our computer readouts." She paused and thought about what she said. Perhaps she thought it sounded too pessimistic. She soon added, "But I don't want you to lose hope either. I think I'm getting closer and closer with each passing day. Keep your chin up." She offered a smile and patted my shoulder.

I finished my bowl of oatmeal and waited for Dr. Miller to finish hers so that I could get my medical exam done and over with. I assumed she would be the one to administer it, but Dr. Miller seemed absorbed in the technical work given to her. She stopped eating her oatmeal for what seemed like ten minutes before she finally looked up from the green binder at the three of us.

"I'll have to read this later in my quarters. It'll require the better part of today going over it all. You don't mind do you, Dr. Weller?"

"Not at all," she said casually. "I want a second opinion before we synthesize a prototype vaccine."

"Thank you." Dr. Miller said in the formal tone that was once the only tone I knew from her.

I thought of how she spoke to me before, and of how she bathed me only half an hour earlier. She was very different when she was in the presence of other people. But then again, that's most people in a nutshell. They all behave differently based on who they're with at the time. I wouldn't have spoken to my grandmother the same way I spoke to my high school buddies, and I don't think anyone else would've either.

Alexis finished her breakfast and stood up with the green binder under her arm. She turned to Dr. Weller, "I think perhaps it will be better for me to go over your work now. I was going to give Mr. Barber his required medical exam, but perhaps you'll be kind enough to handle that for me while I read this?" She tapped the green binder with her fingertip.

"Of course, Dr. Miller. It wouldn't be a problem at all."

"I've already taken the liberty of administering a testicular exam while I was on shower duty with him. I concluded that it would save time, and the warm water would make it easier to check his testicles for any signs of cancer. He's clear of any abnormal indicators. But I suppose a second opinion couldn't hurt. I'll have to ask you to check him again in case I missed something."

"Not a problem."

"And here is the magnetic key to his TestiTracker. You'll need it if you're going to check him manually for a hernia." Alexis handed the key over and Nancy nodded.

Dr. Weller now turned her attention to me. "Mr. Barber, would you follow me please?"

I felt just a little bit awkward that the two doctors talked about my balls as if I wasn't there, and the fact they we talking about it in a cafeteria with dozens of other people behind me. But the rest of the people didn't seem to hear, or perhaps they didn't care.

Alexis was on her way to the door of the cafeteria when I stood up to go with Nancy. I turned and looked at Akira. She looked back at me with a seductive expression that seemed to say, "Just you wait, boy. I'm gonna ride you until there's nothing left of you." But perhaps that's just what I wanted her to be thinking. The Asian beauty took my hand into hers as I passed her. I stopped suddenly and locked eyes with her for a few seconds. She squeezed my hand a little and I smiled.

Apparently some of the people in the CDC cafeteria shifted their attention to me when I stopped abruptly. Every adult knew that we were scheduled to "save humanity" in a couple of hours. There were a few people that made hooting and whistling sounds. This embarrassed me a little, but I didn't care too much. I let the feeling roll over me because it wasn't nearly as embarrassing as being anally raped by a machine in a room full of women.

I thought about how Akira and I were finally going to be able to have the kind of good time together we were waiting so patiently for, and now the day had finally come. I gave her hand the same gentle squeeze she had given mine before I let go. I turned and followed Dr. Weller out of the cafeteria. She was waiting by the threshold of the door and seemed to be indulging in a brief chuckle in response to the hoots and whistles of the others.

I could tell that Nancy felt genuinely happy for me and the overall prospect of repopulation.

There were still a few whistles coming from the cafeteria even after the door closed behind me (no doubt they were for Akira). I followed Nancy into one of the elevators and down a few corridors. When we entered the exam room I was a little shocked to discover that we were standing in the same room I was in when the XTC Internal Scanner practically fucked me in the ass with its chrome-snake appendage. I never really thought of this room as the kind of place where my exam was going to take place. I pictured a small room with white walls and a padded hover-gurney in the corner with some of that thin white paper pulled over it for sanitary purposes.

"Wait! What gives? Why are we in this room?" I asked.

"The reason is pretty simple, Ryan. Most of the equipment is in this room; also, you have an option as to the method of your exam."

"Option?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Yes. I can administer a portion of your exam with the XTC Internal Scanner, or I can use my own hands to check you manually if you'd prefer that instead."

"Why would that crazy machine even be used? For what purpose?"

"There are two parts to your exam that the XTC could be used for; one where it would be required. The XTC could be used for your prostate exam, and it can scan for hernias. But, if you'd prefer, I can use methods adopted closer to the time period in which you lived, but that would require the use of my own hands. The XTC is required for your pre-exam enema, which doesn't take very long. I leave the choice to you in terms of the prostate exam and hernia scan. Most of the men say they didn't like the XTC invading their rectum after being thawed out, yet they still seemed to enjoy its prostate exam function. The machine made each and every male moan without failure."

I didn't say anything because I couldn't deny the truth of what she said at the end. I also enjoyed the intense pleasure I felt when the machine checked my prostate. I even shuddered a little when I recalled what it felt like as the egg-shaped tip vibrated and rubbed itself against my sensitive organ. Even the Orgasmanatrix 8000 had a similar function, although the Orgasmanatrix was strictly for pleasure and semen collecting, not for medical purposes.

When Dr. Weller made the point of how all the men liked the prostate exam function of the XTC, the choice suddenly wasn't so easy for me to make. I really did enjoy the pleasure I felt when it scanned my prostate. It was nothing short of amazing. But, on the other hand, I vividly remembered the chrome tentacle forcing its way further up my ass in order to check for any other medical problems. There was also the embarrassment factor; although, I would only look ridiculous in front of one woman instead of five or six.

My thoughts soon turned to what it would be like to have Dr. Weller examining me with her own hands. Even though she was fifty-four and of average appearance, she still had traces of her youthful beauty. To this day I can still almost see the woman of thirty she once was. I wouldn't mind her hands touching me—or entering me. She wasn't unattractive, and she definitely had years of experience in handling a man's goods. She was married for some time before the apocalypse and no doubt knew how to make her husband feel good.

I weighed my options for a minute or two. Nancy didn't make a sound. She didn't seem to want to rush me in any way.

Finally I made a decision, "I'd rather have you check me than that machine. It did a number on me before."

"Very well, in that case would you please disrobe so we can begin?"

I didn't say anything. There was no need to. I began taking my clothes off when Nancy activated the same hovering metal platform I was laid onto when I was first inspected by the machine. She then turned to the XTC and turned it on. I still felt a little uneasy at the thought that it was still going to be used to give me an enema. I handed my clothes over to Nancy and she placed them inside a drawer in the corner of the room.

The first portion of my medical exam was quite standard: she used a futuristic stethoscope to listen to my heartbeat, checked the movement of my joints, my reflexes, my eyes, my ears, and so on.

When she seemed satisfied with all these things, she turned away, went across the room to a cabinet, and took out some sort of chrome stick that reminded me of the one Dr. "Bones" McCoy had used in the Star Trek program of the twentieth century. When she came back to me with the metal stick I was going to ask her what it was, but I figured I'd know soon enough. There were a few buttons above the handle and a knob that turned at the base of the handle. She pushed one of the buttons and a blue light came on near the tip. She waved the stick a few inches over my skin, all over my body. She stopped near my balls, which were still trapped in the TestiTracker, and she carefully placed the tip of the stick against each testicle while adjusting the knob of the device.

She was pleased when the light on the end of the metal stick remained blue. "Wonderful! You don't seem to have any trace of cancer or sexual disease in your entire body."

"I'll take that bit of good news any day."

Nancy smiled a little. "Well, since you wanted me to check you manually instead of using the XTC, I'll have to ask you to go to the cuffs mounted on the wall over there." She made a gesture to a pair of metal cuffs hanging on the side of the wall. They were similar to the ones in the shower stalls.

I understood the protocol and didn't complain. I locked myself into the cuffs and Nancy then removed the TestiTracker from my balls. She checked for a hernia in the traditional way: she held my testicles and asked me to turn my head and cough. She had me do it a couple times just to be sure. She was pleased and said that everything was as it should be. She locked the TestiTracker back around my scrotum before releasing me from the cuffs on the wall.

"This brings us to the next part of your exam: the enema. Would you mount the hover table please?"

I made my way to it and mounted it. I was in the same position as when I was first examined—raped—by the XTC: a doggy-style position with my ass up in the air. I figured that the sooner the machine was used, the sooner we would finish the exam, and the sooner I would get to meet up with Akira.

I heard the sharp snap of a latex glove. It was soon followed by another snap. Nancy then moved over to the control panel and guided the XTC directly behind my raised ass.

Here we go again, I thought.

When she had the machine where she wanted it, she left the control panel and walked behind me. She pulled down a portion of a thin black hose from the machine and brought it to my side so I could see it. It had an adjustable and replaceable nozzle on the end of it that was shaped like a small butt plug.

"As you can see, Ryan, it's not going to go nearly as deep as the scanner did. It'll be over very quick. Just relax and take steady, deep breaths." She gave me a reassuring look before returning behind me.

I took her advice and breathed steady. I heard the sound of a bottle opening, then the squishing sound of lube being applied to her latex-clad fingers and the nozzle. Even though I anticipated the next part, I still gasped when I felt her gloved fingers smearing the cold lube all over my asshole. She didn't seem to take any notice and continued by penetrating me with one of her fingers. She only inserted the finger about an inch—at least it felt like an inch to me—before withdrawing it. I remembered how Mary McFlarghan giggled under her breath when she lubed up my asshole and shoved her finger inside me as far as she could just before the XTC penetrated me.

Unlike Mary, Nancy didn't make a sound. She was much more professional in the way she did things than Dr. McFlarghan was. But then again, it didn't surprise me because Mary was still in her late twenties.

Four or five seconds after Nancy withdrew her finger from my rear, I felt the plastic tip of the nozzle being pressed gently against my asshole. Thanks to the lube, it slipped right in without pain or difficulty. I don't know what Nancy did after it went inside me, but the base of the nozzle that was inside my rectum expanded a little so that it wouldn't come out again until it was all over.

I trusted Dr. Weller more than any other medical professional in the CDC, even Akira. Please don't misunderstand me. I trust Akira immensely when it comes to medical matters. But Nancy Weller was the most experienced and most gentle when it came down to things like this. And the only other person who was as mature in handling patients was Dr. Miller.

I heard a couple buttons being pressed on the machine and before I knew it my rectum was being filled with warm water. I made some sort of indeterminate noise at this, yet Nancy kept silent. My anus was filled with water rather quickly before it was being forced back out through the hose again. The machine made two separate sounds, both indescribable: one when it was filling me up; another when it was emptying me out. The machine filled and emptied my rectum with water at least a half dozen times before I heard the XTC make a "bing" sound.

It stopped abruptly. Nancy said, "There. That didn't take long, did it?"

I admit that it didn't, though I didn't say anything out loud. I also admit that it didn't feel half bad; perhaps a little weird at first, but not too bad.

Nancy slowly removed the nozzle from my ass and removed it from the black hose. She deposited the nozzle into a small plastic bin that read: SANITATION REQUIRED. She closed the lid and stood before me.

"Well, this brings us to the final part of your exam: the prostate exam. Just relax and take deep breaths like you did before and everything will be fine."

I nodded slowly and put my head down in the headrest of the hover table.

I heard the same pair of snapping sounds as Dr. Weller put on a new pair of latex gloves and discarded the old ones. She lubricated her fingers again. Soon I felt the same coolness of the lube as she moved her fingers over my asshole in small circles. When I was well lubricated she slipped a finger into my ass and I gave a low moan.

She was very slow at first, and gentle. She moved her finger deeper and deeper in my anus until she located my prostate gland.

I fought the urge to moan louder, but my breathing became a little heavier. She circled the gland with her fingertip before moving it back and forth a few times. She would alternate between the circular motion and the thrusting motion a few times. She was an expert at this sort of thing and I began to suspect that she was taking her time on purpose (much like how Dr. Miller seemed to take her time in scrubbing my cock and balls in the shower, or giving me my "testicular exam"). She kept sliding her finger in and out of my ass for what seemed like three whole minutes with the occasional circling of the prostate. It wasn't until she hooked her finger slightly downward onto my prostate, while, at the same time, moving deeper into me, that I moaned loudest from the intense pleasure she gave me. For a moment I thought I sounded like a cow mooing.

Nancy slowly withdrew her finger from my asshole and said, "Well, you seem to be as fit as a fiddle. I daresay you are in perfect health for sexual intercourse and reproduction. Ms. Minoko is a lucky girl, if I may say so myself."

Nancy may have been a bit out of my age group, but she had tremendous experience with the male G-spot. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in my mind that she practiced her technique on her husband back when they were dating in medical school. He must've been a very lucky man until the Y-Virus came along and fucked everything up.
I retrieved my clothes out of the drawer and got dressed. Nancy disposed of the latex gloves she used and wrote something down on her tablet device. When she finished she looked up at me with a glowing smile and offered to escort me to Akira's quarters. I accepted.

We walked through the usual corridors and used the elevator once again. Every woman that we passed in the halls would put a hand over her mouth and whisper something to the other standing next to her and soon they would both be giggling like little school girls. The men we passed—which were only three—simply winked and patted me on the shoulder. It wasn't a secret; they all knew what was going to happen and it was considered a happy day by all. Soon nearly half the fertile women in the CDC would be pregnant and life would go on as it should have before the Y-Virus.

Before I knew it, I was standing before Akira Minoko's door. I knocked a few times but there was no answer. I knocked again with the same results. I turned to Nancy and shrugged. She also shrugged but her eyes soon became wide when she pointed behind me.

"Ah, here she comes." Nancy said cheerily.

I turned around in time to see Akira finishing her turn at the corner of the long hallway. She started walking, but her pace quickened when she saw me standing in front of her door. It seemed the closer she came to me, the faster she was moving. I daresay she was almost running at me by the time we collided in a passionate hug. She was incredibly happy to see me. I swear I've never seen her that happy before. I imagine I looked just as happy as she did—I felt as happy, for sure.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity. We were only snapped out of our joyous delirium by the fake cough of Nancy Weller.

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave. Are you sure you won't need somebody to stand guard for you, Akira?" Nancy said as she brought a finger up to the buttons of her wrist remote, yet not touching them. My eyes flashed with brief worry when I saw her do this.

"No. It won't be necessary. Thanks though." Akira said with a smile before she kissed me again.

"Very well. I'll just leave you two to your . . . business." Nancy smiled wide and turned around to go on her way. I didn't see her turn the corner because I was far too preoccupied with Akira's lips.

Akira only broke the kiss so that she could open the door and welcome me into her quarters, which I hadn't seen until this moment. It was a reasonably sized room; not too big, not to small. There was a restroom behind one door and a closet behind another. She had two windows and many other basic amenities (electric amenities all thanks to Amy Hocke and her knowledge of generator repair). She had a few medical posters taped up against her wall for quick reference and a bookshelf filled with knowledge of all disciplines. My attention was drawn to the most important feature in the room: her full-size bed. It seemed adequate enough to hold both our bodies during sex.

When I turned to look at her she closed the door and locked it. She turned to face me and walked up to me. I admit I was expecting her to pounce on me, but she controlled herself more effectively now. She brought her lips up to mine and we kissed again.

When the kiss was finally broken, she whispered to me, "I have something special for us. Close your eyes."

I did.

I was half expecting her to take her clothes off, and, after doing so, she would tell me to open my eyes again. But I didn't hear the ruffling of clothes. I heard her open a door—her closet—and grab something from a high place and then close the door. I was able to deduce that she was carrying a few things made of glass judging from the clanking sound that was made as she walked. Her footsteps moved in front of me before stopping abruptly.

"Okay, open 'em."

I did.

She stood before me with a bottle of red wine in one hand and a pair of wine glasses in the other. I admit that I was very horny and thinking purely sexual thoughts and was expecting something more along the lines of sexy lingerie. That's not to say that I wasn't pleased with her surprise, I was. I enjoyed wine very much, particularly red wine.

Suddenly I remembered my brief bout with alcoholism a few months before freezing myself. It didn't seem like such a long time ago to me, but the reality was that I hadn't had a drink in well over 281 years. For a moment I was worried that drinking wine with Akira might have some sort of domino effect and lead me down that ugly road again, but this fear soon washed away. I knew that I wouldn't have any real reason to abuse alcohol anymore. I was extremely valuable in the time to which I lived now, and there were women that actually seemed to like me . . . and want me.

I leaned forward and saw that it was a bottle of Chianti, my favorite Italian wine. It was even in a traditional squat bottle in a straw basket. I was impressed with her taste. It was almost too good to be true: a beautiful Japanese woman with an hourglass figure and an ass to kill for wanting to have sex with me, a bottle of my favorite red wine to share, a few more beautiful women that I was due to impregnate, and, on top of everything else, Akira understood very well that it was necessary for me to impregnate these other women. She showed no signs of jealousy whatsoever. For a brief moment I thought I was in heaven, and, compared to what my life was like before I was cryogenically frozen, I was.

But there was another thought that crossed my mind; a thought that concerned my safety.

"That's a very nice wine, Akira. But isn't there a chance that it could be contaminated with the Y-Virus?"

"Not at all," Akira assured me. "The virus started killing the men in June of 2306. The virus has a six-week incubation period. This wine was bottled in 2302." She pointed to the vintage on the label. She was right and I felt a little foolish. But at the same time I wasn't too harsh on myself for inquiring. After all, my life would've been on the line.

"Oh," I said stupidly, "yeah, you're right. Sorry."

She chuckled a little at the reaction I made to her logic. I joined in with her and laughed at myself.

I was still very horny and sporting a bulge in the front of my pants. I wanted to change the subject back to the real reason why we were both here, but I didn't want to seem rude about it. Her surprise was very nice when it came right down to it. It was a seven-year-old bottle of Chianti and I couldn't ignore what she probably had to go through in order to get it inside the CDC without Dr. Miller knowing (Alexis had strict rules about alcohol inside the facility).

"That's very romantic, Akira. I do love it, but I hope you won't think it rude of me to say this . . . I'm sort of in the mood to do what needs to be done, if you catch my meaning."

She looked down at the bulge in my pants and grinned.

I continued, "I just don't want the alcohol to affect my performance. I'm sure you can appreciate my concern." I gave her a playful smile that practically said "you still want me to give it to you good, don't you?"

"Of course," She fought the urge to snicker, "I was thinking that we could share this after round one . . . or two."

"That sounds like a good idea, but as of right now . . . I need you." I pressed myself against her and kissed her deeply. I let my hands move down to her ass and I began to fondle it. She brought her arms up and around me, bottle and glasses still in hand, and returned my kiss in spades. When she broke away from my lips, she placed the bottle and two glasses on her desk in the corner. She wasted no time in pulling her clothes off.

I figured that I would play a little game in my mind: Can I get naked before she does?

I won only because she struggled getting her bra off. I walked up behind her and playfully brushed the tip of my hard cock up the crack of her flawless ass, and helped her with the pesky bra. She giggled when she felt my penis slide up her ass.

"For the first time in my life I hope that was a penis and not a roll of quarters." She said and laughed. I couldn't help but laugh too.

She took the initiative and turned around, put her hands on my shoulders, pushed me onto her bed, and climbed on top of me. I didn't have time to say much because she locked her lips to mine again. I couldn't have—or would have—protested. I love it when women take the initiative and make what they want known.

We made out for a while before she took hold of my hard cock and brought it up to the folds of her moistening vagina. She didn't allow me to penetrate her just yet. She paused for a moment and it became obvious to me that she wanted to savor this moment. I couldn't blame her after spending three years without anyone of the opposite sex to sate her lust. She took a deep breath and began lowering herself on my rigid penis. Her mouth formed a perfect "O" as the head of my eight-inch cock passed through her feminine threshold. She slowed down as she began to take more of my length inside her, but even I must've had a similar expression once I was completely inside her. Her pussy felt like wet, warm silk wrapped tightly around my cock.

It got even better for the both of us when she started rocking back and forth. It was slow at first; her breasts started bounding every which way as she gradually picked up speed and acquired a steady rhythm. I was compelled to hold her breasts steady. They were adorable C-cup breasts with small brown nipples that are typical of Asian women. I circled them with my thumb, or at least tried to. It was a bit of a challenge with her moving faster and faster.

She brought her hands up and over my own. I swear I could feel what she wanted, and so I gave her nipples a few gentle pinches.

"Oooohh! Yes! That fells amazing. Do it again." She commanded.

I didn't need to be told twice; I pinched them gradually harder.

"Ooooohhh! Yes, just like that!" She now bit her bottom lip.

I pinched them until I found the right pressure she was wanting. She let me know, too. She was very vocal in what she wanted. As my pinching drew closer to what she liked, she slid harder back and forth on my dick. It eventually got to the point where she was no longer sliding back and forth, but bouncing up and down on my cock with the use of her legs. She reminded me of a cowgirl riding a wild stallion.

As much as I wanted to fondle her ass, I refrained from doing it because I wanted to make this experience count for her. I knew now that she liked having her nipples pinched and played with, and I was intent on using this knowledge to my advantage. I alternated between pinching her nipples and squeezing the whole of her breasts. This really seemed to drive her off the wall. She started speaking Japanese as we brought each other closer to climax. I don't know how to speak Japanese, but I knew she was saying "yes" every time she moved herself down on my cock toward the end.

She leaned forward and I let go of her breasts. She planted her lips onto mine with more force than I thought her capable of. She managed to keep impaling herself on my shaft even as we kissed. I felt my orgasm approaching. When she broke the kiss, she said, in English, "Ooooohhh! Please! Please! Please, give it to me! I want it! I NEED IT . . . NOW!!"

I felt her vaginal muscles contract around my cock. This brought me to orgasm and we shouted in unison. I filled her with my precious seed. We kept moving together for a little while after. It wasn't until she finally collapsed onto my chest that we slowed ourselves. When we finally stopped thrusting, our breathing became less labored, our wits scattered, our pleasure whole.

I performed my most vital and necessary function for the first of many times. For a long time, leading up to this day, I was worried that having sex on a schedule would somehow diminish any spark or passion for the act itself, as if the sex would likely become more of a chore than an act of desire or lust. Over the coming months I would learn that this wouldn't be the case—at least for me.

Akira and I must have laid there together for at least half an hour. I played with her straight, jet-black hair with the fingers of one hand while I massaged her ass with the other. She nudged her face against the base of my neck and kissed it a few times.

After we had enough time to gather our strength, Akira shifted her body in the bed, got up, and grabbed the bottle of wine and the two glasses. She handed them to me before going to get the corkscrew in one of the drawers. My eyes followed the seductive bounce and wiggle of her ass as she walked away. It was the best, and only, thing to look at in my opinion. I got the impression that she walked the way she did (swaying her hips in slight exaggeration) because she knew that's what I liked. I couldn't deny it: she knew how to keep my attention, even when I was sexually spent.

I opened the bottle and poured the wine after she handed me the corkscrew. We brought our glasses together in the spirit of cheers and drank to the future of humanity, to the health and happiness of our future child, and to the development of a stable vaccine to the Y-Virus.

We drank slowly, enjoying the slight smoky taste of the Italian red. After our first glass, Akira asked if it would be okay to name our child Kenji if we had a boy. She wanted to honor the memory of her late father. I couldn't say no. How could I? Besides, I had given no thought up to this point about names for my children. I felt I had a lot of work to do in thinking some up, but fortunately most of the women had already thought up names for when the time came.

"I like that name . . . Kenji. What if we have a girl?" I asked.

"I was thinking of Kasumi. But if you'd like something a bit more American—"

"No!" I interrupted. "No, it's beautiful. I like it. Besides, American/English names all sound pretty dull to me. I even hate my name . . . Ryan."

"Really? I like it." She smiled at me. It was one of her contagious smiles and I couldn't help but return it. "Okay, Katsumi it is, if it's a girl." She leaned forward and kissed me.

We both had a second glass of the Chianti and the bottle was empty. I had a slight buzz, but since Akira was smaller and didn't drink very often, she felt its effect a little more. She wasn't drunk; she just started behaving a little more silly than usual.

We joked about a few things and talked about some of the hopes I used to have for myself when I was in high school. I started to feel a little bad because I hadn't really done anything worthwhile in my life, and yet Akira had graduated medical school just months before the Y-Virus plagued the world. I think Akira could sense that this topic was making me feel worthless, and so she fought the urge to be silly and, for a moment, became serious.

She put a soft, warm hand up to my cheek when she picked up on my feelings and told me that I was much more important than I ever thought possible when I was in the twenty-first century. She had a serious look, yet it was still glowing and kind. In this moment I remembered why I was having feelings for her.

I admired the way she was able to make me feel better about myself. My family and friends tried several times to convince me that I had value and worth during my intervention. To put it bluntly: I wasn't worth much back then and I knew it. When I froze myself, I wanted to awaken in a future where I'd be given a chance to start over and be something of value to society, to a single person, or perhaps even to a historical organization (this thought had occurred to me a few times pre-cryogenic stasis. Call it a fantasy if you want, but I did allow the thought to cross over my alcohol-addled brain). Akira's words took their effect on me and I felt a swelling of purpose and significance again.

Yes, I was worth something, and not just something—everything: the future of the human race.

I figured that all the other men in the CDC felt a similar way. Even Keith Morrell, my new gay friend, probably felt this way.

I continued to smile at Akira and brought my hand up to her cheek. In that moment we were mirror reflections of one another: each with a hand on the other's cheek. The warmth of her skin intensified as her cheeks began to blush a rosy color. I couldn't contain my passion much longer . . . I kissed her again. I didn't break the kiss right away; I kept my lips on hers. She kissed me back even though she seemed surprised by my sudden desire.

I began to grow erect before I broke the kiss. I said, "I think I'm falling for you."

She didn't say anything and kissed me back.

This continued for a little while longer until I was fully erect. The desire I felt for her was overwhelming. I gently brought her naked body down on the bed beneath me. She giggled a little as I kissed her neck (she was very ticklish). We both soon giggled like two teenagers discovering sex for the first time. I brought my hand down in between her legs and felt her getting moist again. I massaged her clit for a minute or so before penetrating her with my hard cock. She gasped when I worked the head of my penis through the folds of her vagina. She surprised me further when she maneuvered her legs over my shoulders. This allowed me easier penetration and I soon found myself inside her as deep as possible.

I moved my pelvis back and forth slowly at first. I needed to pace myself after our last bout of intercourse. I thrust into her in this position for a while. Even though I enjoyed it immensely, I wasn't entirely satisfied. I loved her ass more than any other erogenous part of her body. I flipped her over onto her hands and knees so I could see her ass bounce and jiggle as I slammed into her. She didn't object to this; in fact, she seemed to like the doggy-style position.

I lost sight of everything we were talking about and focused on getting my rocks off, as the saying goes. It was the only thing that really mattered to me at the time. I even took the risk of spanking her ass a few times as I pushed into her. She never shocked my balls with her wrist remote, so I figured she liked it.

"Yes, right there! Keep it up!" She commanded as I reached underneath and rubbed her clitoris.

Both our bodies began to glisten. Akira, more appropriately, glowed when she began to sweat. My thrusts grew more violent as my cock plunged harder into her. When I stopped massaging her clit with my fingers, my balls took over and repeatedly slapped against it with each forward thrust. She would later tell me how much she adored the "ball-slap" against her pussy.

I felt my balls begin to tighten and pull themselves up to my pelvis (at least as much as they could with the TestiTracker still locked around my scrotum). I was moments away from filling her up again. Akira was in the throes of pleasure and wasn't formulating any coherent speech. She was uttering incomplete sentences under her heavy breath. I couldn't blame her; I was practically doing the same thing. My balls tightened and pulled themselves up one final time, releasing their precious contents into Akira. If I didn't provided enough sperm to impregnate her the first time, I did on the second attempt without a doubt.

I would love nothing more than to say that I fucked Akira a dozen times and brought her to a screaming orgasm each and every time, but that would be an obvious lie. The truth is we only had sex twice that day. I may be young, but I'm not Superman. I just didn't have it in me to fuck her more than I did.

We did, however, fool around a bit before returning to the public areas of the CDC. Most of it was pretty typical: hugging, kissing, fondling. The one thing that really stood out, at least from my point of view, was when I bathed her (since the TestiTracker was an electrical device, I couldn't enter the tub with her. Akira would take off her wrist remote before entering the tub for the same safety reason).
Akira filled her tub with lavender-scented soap as the water poured from the faucet. The result was a miniature mountain range of bubbles resting on the surface of the water. It was the sort of bubble bath you see in the movies when a woman pampers herself after a tiresome day. The only thing missing from the Hollywood cliché were a few lit candles.

Moments before stepping into the tub, Akira looked at me over her shoulder and said, "Perhaps you'd be kind enough to scrub my back," she paused and changed the tone of her voice, "as well as the usual hard-to-reach places?"

"How could I refuse such an honor?"

"Very good. I was worried that I might've had to convince you to do it by other means." She brought a finger up to the buttons of her wrist remote with a smile.

I didn't say anything. I only chuckled a little because I knew she wasn't serious. From the look on her face it was clear that she was only trying to have some fun by teasing me.

She took off the wrist remote and set it on a small table to the side before stepping into the tub and sitting down. Once she was in a reclining position, she gave a long sigh of total relaxation. She handed me a bar of soap and lifted a foot from the surface of the water. I took the cue and started moving the soap over her feet and calves before sliding my hands over her thighs. I admit that I'm not much into feet, but her skin was so smooth and flawless that I found myself enjoying it more than I thought I would. I even massaged her feet a little. She really seemed to like this, so I kept at it.

After I had finished massaging one foot, I moved to the other. It became clear to me that she had a thing for having her feet worshipped. I was learning quite a bit about Akira from just these few hours alone together. My curiosity started going wild as I thought about what I might learn about the other women I was due to have sex with. Just as I started to think of some offhand scenarios involving the other women, Akira had moved her foot out of my grip and brought it close to my face.

"Would you?" She asked.

I knew immediately what she wanted. Normally I wouldn't have done it, but seeing as how she was in a tub and her feet were clean, I decided to try something new and make her happy. Besides, she made me extremely happy a few weeks earlier when she sat on my face and practically forced me to worship her ass. The way I saw it, I was returning a sexy favor.

I sucked her toes one by one. There was no doubt she loved it judging from the sounds she made when I moved my tongue over and between them. This didn't really do much for me on a sexual level. I could now say for certain, since I actually tried it, that feet just weren't my thing.

Once she was satisfied with the way I made her feel, she withdrew her toes from my mouth, stood in the tub, and turned around so that her ass was mere inches from my face.

"That was very nice, but now my ass needs cleaning. You wouldn't object to helping me with that would you?" She wiggled her butt a little when she asked this.

"Not at all, m'lady." I said in a British accent. This got a chuckle out of her.

She bent forward slightly and brought her rear closer to my face. The beads of soapy water trickled down her flawless skin and over the soft globes of her ass in such a way that I almost wished I were one of those droplets of water moving over her back, in between the crack of her ass, over her asshole, and finally down the lower part of her pussy. The pleasure would be great, but short-lived.

I took the bar of soap and a washcloth from a drawer and went to work. I spent more time lathering her butt with soap than I did any other part of her body (no surprise there). She held her position most of the time I did this, though she would occasionally push her ass against my hands as I moved them in circles over her skin. When I felt that her ass had enough soap on it, I cupped water in my hands and poured it over her to wash away the suds. I must've washed her ass in this fashion at least four or five times before I stopped.

"There, m'lady," I said in the same British accent, "your arse is clean. I daresay this may have been my best work yet."

"Perhaps," Akira chuckled again, "But I'd like you to prove it to me."

"How might I do that, m'lady? I could fetch a mirror if it would please you."

"No mirrors, boy," Akira said, now trying out a British accent of her own. "I'd like you to prove it by using your tongue." She came off sounding a little like Mary Poppins; at least that's what I thought.

"My tongue, m'lady?"

"Yes, boy. If my arse truly is as clean as you claim it to be, then there should be no problem, should there?"

"I suppose I can't argue with your reasoning."

"Then get to it, boy." She brought her ass closer to my face by another inch. "You know it's not polite to keep a lady waiting."

"Of course, m'lady. Right away." And with that I buried my face in her wet ass.

I moved my tongue over her asshole repeatedly. I felt a little like a hound as I did this, but I loved doing it all the same. She cooed softly whenever my tongue worked over her asshole. This made me very happy because not only did she let me do the very thing I always wanted to do to her . . . but she actually loved it! It seemed that we were made for each other.

I savored every moment of this before I decided to drag my tongue over the soft globes of her ass cheeks. Occasionally I would plant a soft kiss here and there before licking again. It wasn't long before I covered every inch of her ass with my saliva. When I finished with this task, I brought my attention back to her asshole.

I flicked the puckered hole with my tongue before moving over it in circles. She cooed softly again. After a minute or so of this, when I felt that her guard was down and she had grown use to the feeling, I abruptly changed my course of action and used my tongue to penetrate her asshole.

"Wooooo!" She squealed in delight. "Oh . . . I was beginning to wonder when you were going to get around to doing that, my boy." She said, still holding true to the British accent.

I could feel her plump ass vibrate suddenly against my face when she first shuddered. I brought my hands up to her ass and held her steady. I then parted her cheeks so I could penetrate her deeper and more easily. I forced my tongue up her ass as far as it could go before moving it in all directions.

She squealed at a higher pitch when she felt this and I soon lost focus of the things I thought she wanted. I was far too lost in my own pleasure. I indulged in squeezing her ass (admittedly a bit on the rough side). Squeezing eventually gave way to massaging, and massaging gave way to tongue-fucking. My face pressed against her ass repeatedly as I drove my tongue in and out of her.

When my tongue finally grew tired, I pulled it out of her.

I paused a moment to take in the glory of her ass once more while I kept massaging it. I completed my admiration by parting the cheeks one final time . . . and kissing her asshole as if it were the lips of a long lost lover.

When I pulled my lips away, I said, in the same British accent, "There, m'lady. Your arse is as perfect as it could ever possibly be. Shall I dry you off, m'lady?"

"Yes, please do." She held her hand out for me to take.

I took it and helped her out of the tub. It was a good thing I did, too. She almost slipped and fell. I caught her and held her steady.

"Thank you." She said in her normal voice.

"Don't mention it." I said, also discarding the accent I'd been using to amuse her. "Here, let me put a towel down for you. I suppose I should've done that first."

"Indeed, you should have." She said, sounding once again like a strict Mary Poppins.

This made me laugh a little. She looked so adorable in this moment that I couldn't resist kissing her as I held her wet body steady against my own.

When I broke the kiss, I said, in my natural voice, "I ought to get that towel. We don't want another accident now, do we?"

Akira didn't say anything. She only shook her head as she took hold of the towel rod.

I laid the towel down and she stood safely on it. I grabbed another towel and started drying her black hair. She surprised me a little when she took hold of my semi-erect cock. She looked at it for a moment and said, "You have no idea how badly I've missed the penis. Three years without cock can do a lot to a girl like me."

She wasn't trying to be sexy when she said this. She was only thinking over the events of the past three years. I couldn't imagine what it was like for her, mostly because I wasn't a woman. More importantly, I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I were to go three years without the company of the fairer sex. I think it's safe to say I'd probably go mad.

She let go of my penis and allowed me to finish drying her body.

I moved the towel over her perky breasts and rubbed them dry. I flicked her nipples a few times with my thumb before moving down her midsection. I dried the majority of her body in typical fashion. The only exception was when I dried her vagina and ass. I don't think I need to say that I spent more time drying her ass, but I was very delicate in drying her womanhood. I blotted it dry first, and then moved my fingers gently over her outer labia and up to her clitoris.

I paused for a moment and thought of the fact that I had tried to impregnate her. There was no way of knowing (at that time) if I had succeeded, but for the first time in my life I actually wanted a woman to be impregnated by me. I was soon overcome by an emotion I can only label as reverence; reverence for her vagina.

I kissed it softly.

Akira would later tell me that she found this gesture adorable. She brought a hand under my chin and lifted my head to meet her gaze. Once again, without saying anything, she kissed me.

I finished drying the rest of her body.

Afterward, we dressed ourselves and made our way back into the more public areas of the CDC. Everybody we passed made the same noises or gestures of approval they did before. We both blushed a little whenever this happened, but Akira seemed less effected by them than I did. She knew what she had volunteered for, and knew what the general atmosphere of the CDC would be once we finished having our fun.

We stayed together for a little while before parting ways. She had other medical duties to attend to. She was, first and foremost, a doctor. And doctors were in short supply. I patted her on the bottom as she walked away. She turned and grinned at me when I did this. I smiled back and watch her as she turned a corner.

The evening was fast approaching and I remembered the small promise I had made to Hanna.

I went to the rec room and she was reading some sort of kid's book when I walked in. There were a few other women, and even men, in the rec room doing various things. I sat down at the chessboard and waited for Hanna to finish reading. She was oblivious to the fact that I was even there. When she finally did notice me sitting in the room, she dropped her book on the floor. The woman in charge of keeping things tidy scolded her a little. Hanna obediently picked up the book and put it in its proper place.

She sat next to me and I started giving the chess lesson. I taught her pins, skewers, and forks that night. She was starting to catch on much more quickly than before. I was quite impressed with the rate of her progress. She seemed to have a certain knack for the game now that she understood the basics. Maybe, if the circumstances of the world were different, she might've been able to become a master of the game. Who could say for sure?

The woman that scolded Hanna before said that it was time for the girls to go to bed. I ended the chess lesson and told her that she was doing very well. I said that she might even beat me in a few weeks' time. She was beaming with happiness when I gave her the compliment. I patted her head, smiled, and told her she ought to listen to her caregiver. She did and followed the rest of the girls out of the rec room in an organized, single file line.

I spent the next hour or two reading a book on modern hover vehicles. I figured that if I would ever be able to breathe the free air again, I would be much more valuable to everyone if I knew how to operate and repair them. I would occasionally see one or two flying off in the distance when I'd look outside my window. They seemed easy enough to operate when they zoomed past the skyscrapers in the distance, but I saw how complicated they really were when I opened the book and started reading.

I knew that learning about these things would take weeks of heavy reading (it was a very thick book). I asked the woman charged with the task of cataloging the books in the library section of the rec room, a kind woman named Kathy, if it would be all right if I kept the book in my ward. She said it wasn't a problem so long as I signed the book out on her ledger (no doubt this was one of Dr. Miller's ideas on how to keeping things structured and orderly within the walls of the facility). I signed it and took the book back to my room.

I ran into my friend Keith on the way back to my ward. He seemed in good spirits and expressed his hopes for Akira's conception. I thanked him and asked how he was getting along in the building.

"I guess I can't complain," he said, "but I just miss the smell of fresh air."

"I hear ya. The air in here is so stale. Let's just hope that Dr. Miller and Dr. Weller make a stable vaccine soon. Dr. Weller seems to be making some progress, but she warned me against getting my hopes up."

"Yeah. When I asked her about the possibility of a vaccine, she told me the same thing. But at least humanity has a chance inside these walls. It isn't much, but I'll take it. Besides . . . we don't really have much of a choice, do we?"

"I guess not."

He inquired about the book under my arm. I showed him the cover and I explained that I thought it would be best if I knew how to use and fix the hover vehicles just in case a vaccine was ever developed.

"It's always good to be prepared, right?" I asked, tapping the book with my other hand.

"Sure is. It's not like we don't have the time to learn new things. What else are we gonna do in here? . . . Besides empty our balls over and over again."

We both laughed at this. He was a good friend and always knew how to make me laugh. Laughter was something very scarce in the times we were now living, and I appreciated his sense of humor. I was glad to have him around.

After we were done laughing I told him, very kindly, that I was getting very tired and needed to hit the sack. He told me he understood, and said, "I imagine you are very tired after your encounter with Dr. Minoko."

We shared another quick laugh at this.

I clapped him on the back and said goodnight. He did the same to me.

I went into ward 408, shut the door behind me, put the book on the small table next to my bed, and took off my clothes. Before I decided to lie down, I opened the shutters of my window. The sun had already set and the stars were out. The moon was full and quite beautiful as it hung motionless in the sky. There weren't any lights shining in any of the skyscrapers off in the distance. The only light outside was natural light.

The image before my eyes conjured feelings of sadness, yet it had a certain beauty to it as well. I felt sad because it was a little hard for me to believe that the world outside was engulfed in chaos. It looked so peaceful from my window. But the beauty of the night sky was undeniable. It quickly became obvious to me that I had taken it all for granted. I had been spoiled by the artificial light of my own time.

I stood there for at least ten minutes admiring beauty that I had nearly forgotten. There were myriads of stars in the sky. After living in a suburb of south-east Michigan all my life, it was easy to forget that there were so many. It was truly awe-inspiring and it caused me to reevaluate my significance in this new world.

I thought of what Akira said to me, and she was right. I was worth much more now than I was in my time. I would never forget that.

Eventually my eyelids grew too heavy and I couldn't fight my need for sleep any longer.

I laid myself in bed and thought about Alexis Miller. I was scheduled to impregnate her in two days. I felt a peculiar mix of wanting to have sex with her because she was beautiful, and anxiety because she seemed so formal about everything. I started to think that having sex with her might be like humping a rigid wooden board. But then I remembered how she was when she bathed me earlier that same day. She definitely had another side to her, but I wouldn't learn what it was until the time came to impregnate her.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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May 8, 2018 in femdom

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