Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2005 10:59:24 -0500
From: Amigo <sonatina47@hotmail.com>
Subject: Robbery at the Sperm Bank, ch.4

	Jim had always taken pride in his tenacity, at least when it came
to work. And that summer was no different.  If anything it was a chance to
work undisturbed on the project while many of his colleagues were away on
vacation. Ricardo had arranged another shipment from Copenhagen.  Each time
Jim thawed one of the vials he found himself fantasizing about its donor
and couldn't resist the temptation to taste it.  Unflavored or not he
developed a taste for it and sometimes used it as cock lube for
masturbation.  Since that morning in the kitchen when his wife discovered
the joy of cock sucking, he'd taken a perverse satisfaction in denying what
promised to become a semen addiction. But his nights working in the lab
gave her opportunity to spend more time as a volunteer at Rev. Tim's summer
camp where their son Mike was undergoing "reconditioning" to cure his
homosexuality. Being a dutiful but neglectful, father Jim agreed to attend
a family day picnic at the camp.

	Mike was glad to see his parents although Jim detected a
nervousness in the boy he'd never seen before.  He pulled away when he
tried to hug him, but not so his mother, even after she'd caught him in bed
with another boy and threatened to disown him unless he attended the camp.

	"Welcome, welcome dear friends!" Rev. Time said with an effusive
handshake. "Our programs is going nicely, thanks to the Lord, and Mike is
making progress in overcoming his difficulty."

	"I'm glad," Jim replied with more curiosity than enthusiasm. "I'd
like to know just what kind of program you're running for gay kids."

	"He's not gay!" his wife broke in. "In another few weeks Mike will
be perfectly normal."  It had taken a lot of persuading to get Jim to visit
the camp and she'd been hoping he could have a talk with Rev. Jim and maybe
even agree to become a member of his church. The Reverend could be very
convincing. "I'll let you gentlemen have a little talk," she said coyly.
"I'll help the other mothers with the picnic food."

	"Yes do that," Rev. Tim replied.  "I'd be happy to tell Jim about
our program."  He put his arm around Jim's shoulder, quite fatherly it
should be noted, and led him to his office.

	Rev. Tim was tall and lanky with an Abraham Lincoln beard.  He wore
black Bermuda shorts revealing extremely hairy legs.  His office was rustic
and adorned with a large American flag and a wall full of pictures showing
him posed with recognizable government officials.  Behind his desk was a
picture window that afforded a view of a large classroom.  "Our media
room," he explained, "where we conduct prayer service and the
reconditioning program."

	"That's what I'm interested in," Jim said.  "I don't know if Mike
is gay or not, which doesn't make any difference to me.  My wife thinks
differently and from what I've seen today gets along better with him than I
do.  I never told him what he did was wrong. I just accepted it, maybe as
part of his growing up."

	Rev. Tim sat back and locked his bony fingers together.  "If you're
not part of the solution," he said, "you may be part of the problem.
Parents have a god-given obligation to teach their children right from
wrong.  Unfortunately evil forces around us will take up the slack and
teach only what is wrong."

	"Do you really believe that?"

	Rev. Tim smiled.  "It seems like so many others you are of, let's
say, a liberal persuasion.  But I do understand your thinking and I hope
you will come to understand mine. The devil exists in many guises and is
never more happy than when he can get into the minds of adolescent
children.  Had you shared your wife's concern for Mike's sinful
transgression against what is written in the Bible, you would have realized
the seriousness of the situation.  But be reassured that I am doing
everything in my power to counteract Satan's influence on your son."

	"How good of you," Jim replied with an edge of sarcasm.  "Would you
mind telling me what you have done besides holding prayer services?"

	"Not at all, since you're a man of science even if you don't share
your wife's faith in the Almighty. In the media room," he continued
gesturing toward the room behind the window, "we have the boys take seats
on lounge chairs.  Electrical leads are then attached to their genitals.
It's perfectly safe.  Our moderators are all certified physical therapists
and trained in behavioral psychology.  The boys are then shown frankly
pornographic slides.  When they see nude females they are given a mild but
pleasurable electric stimulation to their genitals.  When they see nude
males they receive a somewhat unpleasant shock.  This technique has been
used at several leading universities and has been found successful in
reconditioning one's sexual preferences toward more acceptable channels."

	"Like the old Pavlov experiment with dogs."

	"More or less," he admitted with a smile.

	Jim fought to conceal his anger at his son being used like a guinea
pig in an outdated experiment. From what he knew more recent science had
reason to believe that sexual preference was predetermined by the genes and
could no more be "reconditioned" than the color of one's eyes, skin or
hair. And yet Mike's preference for his mother, noted earlier, seemed to
indicate that the reconditioning had had some effect.  He knew that when he
had a chance to be alone with Mike he'd have a father-to-son talk with him
and admit that he also had had homosexual experiences and had found them
enjoyable.  But this was not to take place.

	The reconditioning had succeeded only in eliminating any sense of
sexual identification in Mike.  Both his mother and Rev. Tim persuaded him
that his only salvation was to repent for his sins and hope that the Lord
would forgive him.  In his confused state of mind he tried as best as he
could to seek their protection from the evil that had befallen him.  The
painful shocks administered in the conditioning sessions convinced him that
his attraction to males was like the forbidden fruit story in the Bible...a
fruit he would never again enjoy.  The pleasurable stimulation he received
on watching hetero slides was little compensation.  He returned to school
in a state of depression. One day he took his surf board and paddled into
the ocean, perhaps thinking there was a far off shore he could reach where
there would be a better life.  His body washed ashore several days later.

	The funeral couldn't have been more sanctimonious.  Rev. Tim
clasped his hands and with eyes rolled heavenward prayed that the good Lord
would forgive Mike his sins and take him into paradise.  It was then that
Jim became intent on getting revenge – not by assaulting the son-of-a-bitch
preacher or suing him for wrongful death resulting from the reconditioning,
but by using those very techniques on Rev. Tim and his associates.

	In the weeks following the funeral Jim's wife had sought grief
counseling from Rev. Tim and during one of the sessions confessed that
there were problems in her marital life. He pressed her to explain in
detail so that he might offer a solution, quoting the scripture about wives
being subject to their husbands in all things – and adding that husbands
had a responsibility of satisfying their wives in all things.

	"I committed the sin of an unnatural act," she confessed.  "The
idea came to me in a dream inspired by the devil himself."

	He prodded her into revealing the nature of the act so that she
might receive absolution.

	"Oral sex isn't necessarily a sin," he said when she had finished
and admitted that she'd enjoyed it. "In fact a man's sperm is not only a
source of life but divine nourishment and is not to be denied."

	She went on to relate that her husband had been denying her that
nourishment and didn't know what to do about it."

	Rev. Tim locked the door of his office and stood before her.  "Get
on your knees, good woman.  I would be happy to be a surrogate in providing
the nourishment that you seek. Feel free to indulge that wish."

	Seeing the bulge in his crotch she reached for his zipper. Her
fingers trembled as she withdrew his penis, which was longer and thinner
than Jim's, and it's glans was hidden in a foreskin that overhung it by
almost an inch.

	"Peel it back," he said. "The gift you wish to receive lies waiting
within."

	His words were like part of a religious ritual and encouraged her
to explore the inner sanctum of his cock. No sooner had she rolled back the
foreskin she licked the purple head.  It had a cheesy taste but the drops
of precum that oozed from the slit more than made up for it. Holding his
cock at the base she lowered her mouth on it and fought the urge to gag
when the knob reached her throat.  She backed off and washed it clean of
the cheese before beginning the sucking that would release his semen.  A
moment later she felt him tense.  His leg muscles tightened at the
impending orgasm. Globs of sperm filled her mouth...not as flavorful or as
creamy as Jim's but satisfying just the same.

	"Thank you," she whispered reverently after licking the last drops
from the slit.  "I feel much better now."

	"Whenever you feel the need for such nourishment," he said while
tucking his softening cock back in his pants, "I am here to provide it."


           While Jim suspected the counseling sessions included more than
prayers, he said nothing to his wife.  When she mentioned that Rev. Tim was
planning a training session for next year's camp counselors he suggested
they hold it on a cruise ship. Through his contacts in Venezuela he might
be able to arrange at a clerical discount. Rev. Tim found the idea
inspirational.

	The counselors were graduate students at a fundamentalist
university and as conservative as they came in matters of morality.  Jim
couldn't have found a better control group on which to test his new
formula.  If successful they'd be sucking each other off as born-again
semenarians.  Lars had mentioned that his Danish friend had sometimes used
electro stimulation on the Spermacor depositors to facilitate their
ejaculations.  He'd rely on him to position the electrodes so that when the
counselor watched hetero porn they'd receive a painful shock; when watching
gay porn they'd get erotic stimulation. After each session their lunch
would include one of Henri's desserts served with a generous topping of
Banana Manna.

(to be cont.)