Date: Thu, 09 Mar 2006 17:23:12 +0000
From: Nake Body <nakebody@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sperm Farm Chapter 4

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Sperm Farm

Chapter 4	The Induction


Melanie led Daniel down the corridor, and through the door at the end
marked Residents and Staff Only.  Having signed the contract, Daniel had
become a resident donor.

Beyond the `forbidden' door the corridor extended with various other doors
off it.  Melanie led Daniel into a room labelled `Induction Facility'
Daniel noticed that other doors along the corridor bore signs that included
`Staff Showers', `Barbers Shop', and `Photographer'.

"Meet Jane, your Induction Officer," said Melanie.

Jane, a sturdy woman in her early fifties wearing a white trouser suit was
sitting behind a desk by the door.  Slightly unattractive, with a hard look
to her, she stood and took Daniel's hand, shaking it vigorously.  "Leave
him with me, Melanie," she barked.  "I'll sort him out!"

Melanie left, leaving Daniel to the mercy of Jane.  He looked around the
room.  It was essentially a locker room containing one gym bench, with a
wide open corridor leading off, parallel with the main corridor through
which Daniel had just entered.  By the entrance to the corridor was an
engraved sign proclaiming: `Induction Centre' and an arrow pointing to the
corridor.  Underneath in smaller letters the sign read: `Candidates for
Induction are required to remove all clothing before entering this area.'

"OK Daniel.  Before I take you over to the main residence and donor centre,
you will go through our induction procedure, to ready you for stay with
us."

She went over to an empty locker.  "First, strip, and put your clothes in
here," she said.  "What, er...?" asked Daniel hesitantly.  "Yes, the lot.
That includes your shoes and socks."

When Daniel had put his kit in the locker, Jane locked it, and put the key
in a keysafe box on the wall, to which she kept the key on a chain around
her neck.

"Fine!" she beamed, looking at him all over, her gaze dwelling on his
genitals.  "Now sit on the bench, and I'll fill you in with some of the
house rules before you are processed."

Daniel wondered quite what that meant, but he let it pass.  He sat on the
bench, his hands covering his private parts.

Jane sat next to him on the bench.  "Now Daniel, I see you're covering your
private parts.  Under your Donors Contract, Ejaculations Unlimited has
taken out a forty day lease on those parts, so effectively they are no
longer private to you.  It is the Centre's policy that when not covered by
garments, all parts of the body shall be open to view by all, and may be
handled by staff at their discretion.  So please sit astride the bench, and
keep your hands out of the way of them, preferably on your head."

Embarrassed, Daniel did as he was told and Jane fingered his penis for a
few seconds, until it just started to enlarge.

"There!" she said.  "You must get used to the idea that your penis is more
the property of my colleagues and myself, than you.  Anyway," she added,
"let's get down to business.  I have to tell you that you won't see your
clothes again for the next forty days!  >From now on you'll wear only
garments provided by the Centre.  You'll find these already placed in the
drawers and wardrobe in your room, together with a programme of what to
wear at what time, depending on your own personal programme.  However, in
the meantime, until we get you to your allocated room, you'll remain naked.
Understood?"

Daniel nodded.  "You will recognise what are known as `Authorised Staff' by
an ID card on a chain around their necks, like mine," she said, indicating
her ID badge.  "Because we are totally committed to cleanliness and
hygiene, you are free to take a shower at any shower facility at any time
you wish, and change into a fresh outfit.  Your room will be constantly
stocked with spares.  But in connection with this hygiene routine, you may
be stopped at any time by an Authorised staff member, and be ordered to
strip.  You must obey this order immediately and without question,
irrespective of where it is issued, or in whose company you or the staff
member may be.  Understood?"  "Yes," agreed Daniel, meekly.

"When you have stripped the member of staff will inspect you and log your
cleanliness on a scale of 1 to 5, 5 being totally unsatisfactory.  You will
then deposit your discarded clothes in the nearest laundry bin, and go and
take a shower before returning to your room to dress. When we go into the
Residential Area, you'll notice laundry bins for this purpose sited at
strategic points.  I should warn you that this rule isn't just theoretical,
it's exercised a minimum of ten times a day as a matter of policy, and each
occurrence is logged.  But don't worry – there's no stigma in being strip
checked."

Jane looked at her notes.  "I see that you are signed up for the Client
Donations Option," she observed.  "I'll just explain the procedure.  When
required for a line up under that clause of the contract, you'll be
tannoyed.  You must make your way back to your room, take a shower, put on
your line-up kit as detailed in your room information pack, and make your
way to the Client Donor Suite.  No panic, but you have thirty minutes to
get there.  Of course, you won't be called during a donation session, or
for at least thirty minutes afterwards."  "That sounds fair enough," agreed
Daniel.

  "Now I want you to go down the Induction Corridor, and report to the guy
manning the Induction Desk."

About five yards along the corridor was a reception desk, manned by a man
in his forties, Daniel reckoned, dressed on the same style of loose
athletic shorts and tight singlet that Colin had been wearing at his
assessment.  He took Daniel's name, and checked him off a list.

"I'm George," he said.  "First we'll get you showered.  Follow me," he
said, and led the way further up the corridor to a narrow passage leading
off to the left..  At the end was a door marked `Staff Exit Only'.

George turned right at an opening about ten feet wide.  On one side wall
were shelves stacked with fresh towels.  On the other wall were half a
dozen hooks, two of which had clothes hanging on them.

"The shower doubles up as a staff shower for people coming on and off
shift," explained George.  "This is the drying and dressing area.  Of
course, the dressing bit only applies to staff, not recruits, who are only
allowed in the Induction Facility naked."

Daniel looked round.  A narrower opening led to the shower area from where
the sound of water could be heard.  Powerful fans extracted the steam
before it could reach the drying area.

With no preliminaries like undressing, Daniel walked straight into the
shower room itself.  About six feet square, hot water was gushing out from
half a dozen overhead sprays and numerous body jets on the walls.  As
Daniel became used to the dimmer light in the wet area, he realised there
were two females, probably in their twenties, already showering..

Daniel found the gel, and started lathering himself, modestly turning his
back to the two girls as they started to take a close interest in the
cleanliness of their genitalia.  "There's no room for prudery in here,"
giggled one of the girls. "We all help soap each other."

She came over to Daniel, and started soaping his back.  "She's only saying
that because she wants her cunt lathered!" commented her friend,
sarcastically.  "Always willing to oblige," muttered Daniel, and was soon
massaging the lips of her cunt.

"I can't take you anywhere," her friend complained.  "We'd better get out
of here before we get fired."  With that, the two disappeared into the
drying area, leaving Daniel to finish showering on his own.

When he'd rinsed off, he took a nice fluffy towel from the shelf in the
drying area, and towelled himself dry, returning to George on the desk when
he'd finished.

George inspected him carefully.  "Bend over, lad," he instructed.  Daniel
obliged, and felt George pulling his arse cheeks apart.  "Clean enough," he
commented.  "You'll do."

George ticked a box on his form, and sent Daniel down the corridor to the
door marked `Barbers Shop'.  "Go in and tell Harvey you want a haircut," he
said.

Daniel opened the Barber Shop Door, and walked in.  "Oooh!  Hello young
man!" droolled Harvey, a camp Authorised Staffer in his thirties.  "I hope
you're going to let me do your hair without having to order you about.
It's so much nicer when I am given free reign to get on with it!"  "Help
yourself!" invited Daniel.  "Great!" exclaimed Harvey, rubbing his hands
together in anticipation.  "Do take a seat!"

There were only two seats, both very short, so that Daniel could not get
his backside fully on to the squab, and overhung it to the extent that his
scrotum was dangling in mid-air.

"They're none too comfortable in this position I know," apologised Harvey,
seeing Daniel struggling to get a good position.  "Put your feet in the
foot rests, and we'll see if we can make you more comfortable."

Daniel fished around for the footrests, but didn't hit them.  Harvey guided
him by the ankles, and when his feet were in position he realised the
footrests were offset by about twelve inches from each side of the chair.

"Before I tilt you back, I'll just strap your feet in, so you don't slip
about," Harvey said reassuringly, as he buckled a strap round each of
Daniel's ankles.

Then Daniel felt the seat back tilting backwards into a reclined position.
"Good!" he thought, waiting for his neck to touch the basin.  "I'm going to
get a nice shampoo as well!

"You're a tall lad, aren't you?" minced Harvey.  "Your head doesn't look
too comfortable there."  He fiddled with the back of the seat, and leaned
Daniel's head back on to a headrest.

"Now just relax, enjoy it, and leave it to me."

Daniel, now gazing up at the ceiling, couldn't see what was going on.  So
it came as a bit of a surprise when he felt Harvey handling his penis, and
laying it over his lower abdomen.

"We'll do your balls first," said Harvey soothingly, starting up an
electric hair clipper and running it lightly over Daniel's testicles.

By now all had become clear to Daniel, who realised he was in for pubic
shaving, not an orthodox haircut after all.

"That's got the worst of it off, now we'll get that sack nice and smooth,"
he said, wetting Daniel's balls with a damp flannel.  Then he squirted a
glob of shaving gel into his hand, and rubbed it gently into Daniel's
scrotum until he had a lather. Then Daniel could feel the blade of a razor
gently scraping away the last vestiges of hair from his balls and perineum.

Harvey wiped off the remaining lather with the wet flannel, and patted
Daniel dry.  He ran his hands over his work, lingering at the perineum,
which caused Daniel's penis to begin to enlarge.

"Mmm!  Not bad, although I say it myself!" he mused. "Now for the rest.
Let's get that cock of yours out of the way,"

He lifted Daniel's penis back into its normal downward position, but it
wouldn't entirely flop into position on his balls.  "Oooh!  It won't lay
down properly like a good boy!" Harvey grinned.  "I wonder why?"

Next Daniel could feel the clippers scything away his main pubic hair.
When they were turned off, Harvey brushed the loose hair off with his hand.
Then he lathered the stubble above Daniel's cock.  Soon, that too was
shaved away, rinsed, and patted dry.

"Now this is the tricky bit," he explained.  "There's just the remaining
stubble around the base of the penis and the top of the scrotum.  We need
the skin taut to shave that without nicking you."

"Sounds like you need another pair of hands to pull it taut while you
shave."  "If only!  But they're too tight to pay for staff around here!
There is one other way, and I hope you're not going to object?"  "What's
that?" Daniel asked.  "Well, the skin stretches with an erection, so we
need to get you hard."  "Oh!  I see!" said Daniel.  "What do you mean by
`we'?"  "You can do it yourself, or I'd be delighted if you leave the whole
thing to me," said Harvey soothingly.  "Well, I'm a bit of a lazy sod,"
grinned Daniel.  "Go on, get me hard!"

No sooner had he agreed, than Harvey's hands were gently stroking and
massaging Daniel's genital area.  Before long Daniel was fully erect, the
skin stretched to its limit.

Harvey applied some more gel, and got the razor out.  "There!  Bald as
coot!" he observed, eventually.

He raised the chair back, and released Daniel's ankles.  When Daniel stood
up he hels a mirror up for him.

"Mmm!  Different!" exclaimed Daniel.  "You'll get used to it," promised
Harvey.  "Most men find it sexier to have no pubic hair."

Daniel shook Harvey by the hand and thanked him, and as he departed back to
George, Harvey patted him playfully on his bare bum.

George ran his hands over Daniel's newly shaved area, and gave it his seal
of approval.  "Nice and smooth," he observed.  "Harvey certainly does a
good job – and I'm told even the straightest of men have been known to
enjoy the experience!"  He ticked a box on his list.  "Next stop, the
photographer," he announced.  "Make sure you come back with your laminated
ID badge round your neck."

Still naked, Daniel walked back up the Induction corridor, and walked
through the door marked `Photographer.'  Inside, there was a reception desk
behind which was a curtain.  No photographer was in evidence.  A push
button on the counter invited `customers' to ring for attention.  Daniel
pressed it and waited.

Before long the door he had passed through opened and Harvey walked in.
"Oh!  You again, dear!"  he smiled.  "I told you they were too tight to
employ enough staff!  The photographer's got a couple of days off, and I
have to fill in!  Follow me," he invited, pulling the curtain aside and
walking through the door that it concealed.  He locked it behind them..

What met Daniel's eyes was a set up not unlike Melanie's back room, but
with a bit more sophisticated equipment.

"Now I need full ID photos of you for the files," Harvey informed him.
"That means full face, profile, back view, full frontal, and then a couple
of close ups of your, dare I say it, beautifully shaved genitals."

"OK!" agreed Daniel.  "Where do we start?"  Harvey turned the floods on,
and positioned the reflective umbrella.  "Stand on the platform and face
me," he instructed.  He took a small digital camera, and homed in on
Daniel's penis.  "Good!  That's the genital shot done!" he said.  He got
Daniel to face him, turn his back to him, and took the full body and facial
shots.

"OK!  You're done!" announced Harvey.  "Oh no I'm not!" complained Daniel.
"I daren't return to George without an ID badge round my neck."  "Oh,
dearie me, I'll forget to wipe my arse after a shit one of these days!"
Harvey replied, loading the photos into a PC on the desk.  Before long he
had printed the required photos, trimmed them, and mounted them on the EU
(Ejaculations Unlimited) logo in a laminated capsule.  He added the
finishing touch of a cord, and Daniel left with it round his neck, quite
happily.

On his way back, Daniel took a look at it.  On the front was a facial shot
of Daniel, together with name and employee number, plus the start and end
dates of its validity.  On the reverse was a close up of his penis.

George was impressed.  "Harvey actually gave you a laminated ID badge,
then?" he said.  "You're well favoured!"  He ticked off a couple more boxes
and ripped off the sheet from the clipboard, handing it to Daniel.

"That's it," he said.  "Take this back to Jane in Induction Reception."

Jane took the form, and looked at her watch.  "Goodness!  It's nearly six
o'clock!" she exclaimed.  "Time to get you to your room and settle you
down.  And you must be starving!"

She got up, and led the way back out into the main corridor.  "Follow me,"
she ordered.  Daniel followed to the end of the corridor, and through a
door marked `Residential Centre.'

They passed through it, and Daniel found himself in surroundings
reminiscent of a five star hotel.  Walking down the plush carpet, Jane
explained they were heading for his allocated room.  En route, they passed
various staff members and other inmates, all dressed, making Daniel feel
very embarrassed, passing them in the nude.

Eventually they reached Daniel's room, number 59.  Daniel was delighted.
What he had been through had been worth it.  Beautifully furnished,
complete with TV and armchair, it also had en suite facilities.  On the
dressing table unit was a small cardboard box with a handle labelled `Snack
Box'.

"You must be tired after all you've been through," suggested Jane.  Rather
than eat in the residents restaurant, I ordered you a snack box.  Unwind,
eat, and read your personalised guide ready for tomorrow morning.  Good
night!"

With that, Jane departed.


To be continued ...


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