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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 ...
Next: The First Donation