The Y-Virus Ch. 08

[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!]

Chapter Eight: Eureka!

I never considered myself claustrophobic, but being forced to remain within the same rooms and hallways of the CDC was beginning to take its toll on me and the other men. I was glad there weren't any claustrophobic men here, otherwise the situation would be terrifying for him and annoying for the rest of us who would have to deal with his fits of anxiety. But on second thought, not many claustrophobic people would've been able to handle getting into the confined space of a cryogenic chamber in the first place, so I suppose the notion is a moot point. I didn't need so-called "people skills" to understand that the other men were feeling the same way I was. We wanted fresh air, but wanted to live a normal life more than anything else. Even the sex we were having could only distract us from this general depression on a temporary basis.

The general ambiance of the CDC was starting to grow somewhat stale for us men and even for a few of the women who spent most of their time inside the building. Things were becoming repetitious as we all endured pretty much the same schedules. The Orgasmanatrix machines milked us dry nearly every other day. Most of the food we ate either came out of cans, was frozen, or was dehydrated at some point. Tabby Cat was really the only one creative enough in her cooking to make the food any good, and soon the men were only wanting food that was prepared by her, though the choice wasn't really ours to make.

The day after I impregnated Dr. Miller, Amy Hock was in the cafeteria with her assigned team. They each went around saying their goodbyes to friends and surviving family. Amy's team consisted of three scientists, two medical doctors, a young woman that Amy had sort of taken under her wing as her apprentice, and as well as a dozen women who were former soldiers in the military. Dr. Miller wasn't entirely keen on the idea of sending away more of the guards and soldiers from their posts in the CDC, but she knew, in the end, this had to be done. Besides, there weren't any direct or imminent threats to the building as of late. They would serve a better purpose helping Amy with her mission than they would be marching along the corridors here.

Amy approached me after saying goodbye to a small group of girls and their caregiver/teacher.

"Hey, Ryan. I guess you've heard that I'm being sent out on a mission?" Amy said.

"Yeah, I heard. I hope everything goes well and I hope you keep each other safe."

"Thanks, we'll do our best. Dr. Miller doesn't want us sharing the details of our mission with anybody, so, I'm sorry if I seem a bit distant about why we're leaving. I wish I could tell you."

I fought the urge to smile. I already knew all the details and purpose of the mission, and I promised Alexis I wouldn't reveal them or the fact that I knew. I just shrugged my shoulders and said, "Ah, it's okay Amy. I understand."

"I hate saying it, but you're also going to have to take a rain check on those hover vessel lessons we talked about. I promise I'll teach you as much as I can when I get back. It shouldn't be more than a couple weeks . . . based on our mission parameters."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I have a book on the subject I can flip through in the meantime. Just take care of yourself when you're out there. Who knows? Maybe I'll be outside with you someday soon working on those vehicles." I tilted my head a little with a sad sort of smile.

"Maybe," Amy said before bringing her hand up for me to shake, "take care of yourself too."

I shook her hand and said, "I will."

There was an awkward moment of silence between us, and then, quiet suddenly, she threw her arms around me in a fierce hug. Being a close friend of mine, I returned the gesture with the same intensity.

There were a few other women I was acquainted with who were saying goodbye. I would wait for them to say their farewells to their much closer friends before I approached them, shook hands, and wished them the best of luck on their mission. Some women only shook my hand; others hugged me. But all the women who were mere minutes away from leaving the CDC to go on this mission were a little sad, yet noticeably proud. Proud to be a part of something Dr. Miller deemed necessary.

When Amy and her team left the quarantined section of the CDC, I returned to my ward. I pressed the "up" button next to the lone window in my room. The metal sheet covering the outside of my window lifted and I soon saw the eerily still Georgia morning. I noticed there weren't any hover vehicles of any kind moving in the distance that morning, until I saw the three large hover vehicles Amy and her team were travelling in and were going to use to bring more men from other cryogenic facilities.

I couldn't fight the depressing thought that I now had one less friend within the walls of this prison of pleasure.

I was fortunate enough to have been spared any appointments with the Orgasmanatrix machines during this time. I was scheduled to impregnate Dr. McFlarghan in two days, so it was necessary that my testicles be given time to produce an adequate amount of healthy sperm. Dr. Miller trusted the men who were freed from the TestiTrackers to refrain from masturbating. For the first time in my young life I had little desire to do so.

During the time that led up to my sexual encounter with Mary, I spent most of the time reading the book I had on hover vehicles and teaching Hanna how to play better chess (mostly consisting of endgame lessons). Cabin fever was admittedly making me and most of the other men more irritable. I never took out my frustrations on anybody in a harmful way, but I did make a few comments that were deeply sarcastic.

I didn't see much of Dr. Miller or Dr. Weller on the days leading up to my appointment with Mary. I was told by a couple of the other scientists that both women were hard at work in the lab. Every time I thought about my own boredom, I couldn't help but feel a deep pang of guilt. Alexis and Nancy were working hard all day, every day, trying to right the wrong done to the world by Dr. Mirinda Freeborne and her ilk.

This thought kept my outward bursts of irritation and annoyance to a minimum.

One day slowly bled into the next, until finally the day had come when I was to impregnate Dr. McFlarghan.

The usual procedures and protocol were adhered to. Dr. Weller checked my body for any ailments or STDs. But since I no longer wore the TestiTracker, I could shower on my own. I was glad when Dr. Miller informed me that I didn't need to wait for an escort for the shower stalls anymore, but I also really liked it when Mary or Alexis scrubbed me clean. Nobody else was around when Alexis told me this, and so I took a slight risk in asking her if she would still like to join me in the shower stall. I even took the risk of calling her by name.

I was surprised when she said, "I'd love to, but I'm afraid that Dr. Weller, Dr. Stills, and I have a lot of work ahead of us. I know you and the other men don't want to be confined indoors any longer than what is necessary. But I will say that things are looking better from a research perspective."

I forced a smile, shrugged my shoulders, and thanked her for the efforts she and the other scientists were putting forth in helping us men to overcome the dreaded Y-Virus.

My shower was nothing special without female hands to lather me up. I took a few minutes longer in the shower than I normally did in my pre-cryogenic days. I heard the voices of my long dead friends making jokes about "jerking it" in the shower a minute too long. Aside from using soap to clean my genitals, I didn't touch myself in that way. Despite the fact that I was due to have sex with an attractive and intelligent Scottish woman, I wasn't thinking much about sex. I found myself thinking about the people in my past and trying my damnedest to remember what fresh air smelled like. The sterile smell of the facility had filled my nostrils long enough that I almost didn't smell it anymore. I actually had to empty my mind in meditation to notice it at times.

After my shower, and after Dr. Gorzinski gave me the standard pre-sex checkup, I went into Mary McFlarghan's private quarters.

Mary knew what turned me on just as well as any other doctor or scientist who saw the material displayed on the Orgasmanatrix, but I found it very amusing that she didn't try to use my kinks and desires to get me excited. She had always been somewhat playful in the way she "handled" me. I never forgot the way she giggled and the way she lubricated my asshole when I was first examined by the XTC Internal Scanner. I knew she enjoyed that sort of thing, but she didn't seem to want anything too kinky when it came time for us to have sex.

Mary wore a very, very short plaid skirt with a matching plaid thong underneath. The delightful curve of the lower half of her ass was easily seen as she strutted around the room. Sometimes she would turn around and pretend to pick something up to tease me. Normally it would've excited me, but being cooped up in the quarantine started to have an effect on my libido.

Mary could tell, rather quickly, that something wasn't right with me. The most obvious thing that gave it all away was the fact that my cock would only grow semi-erect.

She gave me a long, heart-felt speech about how it wasn't my fault. She knew I had a lot on my mind.

"Sit tight," She said with a curled lip, "I have just the thing to help."

She went to one of the shelves in her room and retrieved a locked plastic box. When I was scheduled to impregnate Akira and Alexis, I had no trouble and needed no words of encouragement to take every opportunity to stare at their asses whenever they turned around or walked away from me. I remember only looking at my feet when Mary walked to the shelf.

The plastic box was opened on her stationary and she held up a small piece of paper. She read over something that I would later find out to be a chronological chart.

She folded the paper and set it back inside the box before taking out a small plastic bottle.

"We're only supposed to use this stuff in situations like this . . . Dr. Miller's orders." She said as she shook the little bottle. It rattled.

"What is it?"

"It's something commonly referred to as 'Green Lust'. It's a drug that was developed a few decades ago. All I need to say is that it's almost twice as powerful as the drug once referred to as 'Viagra' during your time."

She opened the bottle and let a single pill fall into her open palm. I held out my hand and she gave me the forest-green oval-shaped pill. I paused for a moment before swallowing the pill.

"Don't feel bad, Ryan. This sort of thing happens to guys from time to time. There's no shame in it. Just wait fifteen to twenty minutes and you'll be so horny you won't be able to think of anything but sex." She now gave a sexy smile as she took off the plaid bra that matched the rest of her outfit.

My eyes were drawn to her perky breasts like a magnet, but it wasn't from any sexual feelings. My attention was drawn to her breasts simply because I always wondered what they looked like and now I had an unhindered view of them. They were even more flawless than I thought they were going to be. There were a few noticeable freckles on her high cheekbones and under her eyes, but not many. I expected her breasts to have a few as well, but I was a little surprised to see they didn't have any.

Since I was already naked and sitting on her bed, she decided to perform a little striptease for me. Most of her clothes were already off and on the floor, so she took her time in unzipping her short skirt and pulling the plaid thong down her long legs.

By this time I did feel my heart beating a bit more rapidly than I was expecting, but I was still half-erect.

She sat next to me on the bed and kissed me. Her perfume was very pleasant and her lips never left mine as I began to feel a change. The blood in my veins felt much warmer and flowed much quicker than usual. The effects of the Green Lust pill were now undeniable as my cock sprang to life and my mind burned with sexual need.

I suddenly couldn't help myself. I wanted her; I needed her.

She laughed a little when I broke away from her kiss and pressed her body onto the bed. I never felt anything like this before. I usually wasn't this sexually aggressive until I was close to orgasm, but now, just as she warned me, I could only think about fucking her. Emptying my balls and filling her with my cum was now an unquenchable need.

"That's more like it . . . uuuuuggghh!" She moaned as I worked my cock into her moist womanhood.

I didn't say anything the entire time I thrust into her. I had no mind to. Unintelligible grunts and groans were the only things to escape my lips, and the same would be true for Mary. Occasionally I'd flip her over onto her stomach, or, when she was on her back again, move her feet over my shoulders. One position followed another, and then another, and then another. On and on it went until I came inside her.

Mary still had a way to go before reaching her orgasm. Thankfully the Green Lust kept me hard as she climbed on top and rode me. I fondled a breast with one hand as my other played with her ass. My post-orgasm cock was now even more sensitive, so I kept moaning louder and louder as my eyes rolled back in their sockets.

"Aaaaaahh!" She squealed in high-pitched delight. Her pussy clenched my dick tightly as she moved her hips back and forth slower and slower until she finally stopped and fell forward onto my chest.

As I felt the effects of the Green Lust finally winding down, I couldn't help but make the inevitable comparisons every man makes about the women he has slept with. I thought about my ex-girlfriend Sarah, Akira Minoko, and Alexis Miller. I couldn't help but stack them up side by side in my memory banks. Mary was a lovely young woman and she was a great hump in the sack, but she didn't make me feel any strong connection to her as a prospective lover.

Akira was the first woman who made me feel anything significant after being thawed from stasis. She had a way of rekindling something I felt was lost in my heart after Sarah had cheated on me. But I couldn't ignore how in-tune I felt with Dr. Miller. When I first saw Alexis in that revealing dominatrix outfit, something in my brain 'clicked'. We both obviously shared the same kinks. I felt there was definitely something between Akira and myself, as well as between Alexis and myself.

This only made my feelings of guilt worsen now that Mary was nuzzling into where my shoulder and neck met. I impregnated her, as was necessary, but I didn't love her. I found that I couldn't wholly shake off the social norms of my own time even though I told myself over and over again that things were different now. I knew I couldn't be too harsh on myself for doing what I had done—it needed to happen. But I still felt like some kind of cheating bastard despite the fact that I wasn't in any formal, serious relationship.

I worked hard to push these thoughts from my mind now that the Green Lust was wearing off. I turned to Mary and forced a smile. We both lay down in her bed and simply talked about the same thing Akira and I talked about after sex: the child's name. She liked the name Paul if it were a boy and the name Elizabeth if it were a girl. I didn't protest to either choice. They were both good names and I had no real preference of my own, so I agreed to them.

The time I spent with Dr. McFlarghan that day was the only real thing worth noting.

Time seemed to screech to a halt. Days flowed from one to the next as slowly as molasses in January. Every two days I would have to make a "deposit" with an Orgasmanatrix 8000, but my days grew more and more dull and miserable. I tried to keep some level of composure since I was still giving Hanna chess lessons on a regular basis, but even for an eight-year-old girl she could sense something was wrong with the men in the CDC.

It wasn't until a week after I impregnated Mary McFlarghan that the most incredible thing happened.

I woke up and simply lay in my bed, staring up at the white ceiling. I wasn't looking forward to the day because it felt like it wouldn't be different in any way. The notion of just lying in bed all day had crossed my mind, but that would've only led to an even more boring day than if I did go to the usual places. I sluggishly rolled out of bed and put on some clothes. After putting on a shirt that I had worn the day before, I heard some kind of commotion coming from outside my door and down the hallway.

I walked out of ward 408 to see what was going on. One of the women—who I identified as one of the teachers/caretakers of the young girls—was telling everyone that crossed her path, "Dr. Miller and Dr. Weller are calling for an emergency meeting in the cafeteria as soon as possible. All men must attend!"

For the first time in a week, I was actually excited. The woman saying this didn't need to address this message directly to me. I walked past her before she could even turn around to talk to me.

As I made my way through the hallways and rode the elevator down to the same floor where the cafeteria was located, more and more people filled the corridors and whispered among themselves about what was going on and why we were all being summoned. I tried to listen to the murmurs of the women (and a few men) as we all walked, but I couldn't make out anything anyone said. I learned nothing and would have to wait like everyone else before I would know the true urgency of this meeting.

It wasn't long before I made it to the cafeteria along with scores of other people. I never realized how many people were living in the CDC until we were all forced to occupy the same place at the same time. I was taken aback by it all. My eyes roamed from one side of the room to the other. The funny thing was that I recognized every face, but I never took the time to add them all up in my head. No doubt they recognized me since I was one of only twenty-two men in the whole quarantine and the first male brought out of cryogenic stasis.

The cafeteria was filled with a mix of conversation from almost everyone. Anxiety was the true predominant vibe emanating from everyone, including myself. I wanted good news, or any news that would shake me out of my day to day drudgery. Anything!

Akira weaved her way through the crowd and shouted "Ryan!" to get my attention. Instinctively I turned my neck to find her. She waved her hands franticly over her head. Her quick movement toward me was enough for me to pick her out in the crowd (I think she would've run if it weren't for the others surrounding her).

She pushed her way through the crowd and sat next to me at the table where I was. She wasn't the only person worth mentioning sitting next to me. Tabby Cat sat beside on my opposite side seconds before Akira made her way through the crowd. I was never one to push away a woman, so I smiled at Tabitha when she took her seat by my left side.

Akira finally ducked and weaved her way through the rapidly thickening crowd and sat next to me before the seat could be taken by anyone else. She casually took my hand in hers after everyone finished filing into the large room. I felt especially guilty when Tabby Cat took my other hand into hers. But when I turned my head it was clear to me that Tabby Cat was more than a little careful not to let Akira see it.