2110 Deposits at the Breeding Centre

Populatio control in 2110,routine genital removal and what happens 
to those who must deposit sperm at the Breeding Centre

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2110 in the developed world.


I was about 7 or 8 years old before I became really conscious of 
the growths between my legs. Some of the other children I played 
with had a little bump from which they wee-d , others had a small 
hole from which the wee seemed to dribble, but no-one had the sort 
of growths I had. Sometimes the others would pull my little fleshy 
tube  until I cried. By the time I was 9 I hated being different. 
When I got kicked in the crutch it really hurt and I went crying to 
mum. She sat me down to explain the facts of life as they were in 
2110.

It seemed that there were 2 types of children but that as part of  
a drive to reduce the number of people in the developed world some 
changes were made to them at birth. Little girls were born with a 
sort of pair of lips between their legs .To stop them putting 
things in the hole the lips were cut along the edges and sewn 
together ,leaving just a little hole for the wee to come out. This 
was done as soon as possible after birth for all girls.

Boys , it seems are more complicated. If left alone they all grow 
the same sort of tube and little pouch between the legs that I was 
getting. To save them from the problems I was now getting virtually 
all had the little tube cut off at birth. The parents could then 
chose whether the little boy got injections to stop the pouch 
developing or could let it grow and have it removed when they were 
a teenager. Most parents opted for the injections .Some had the 
remains of the pouch removed so that the crutch was as smooth as 
the girls.

Just a few boys had been chosen to grow the full set of bits so 
that they could be “milked “ for sperm that was used to create new 
babies. It was just my bad luck that I was one of them. Over the 
next few years my penis and testicles as I now had to call the 
growths got bigger and bigger. As they grew they got more and more 
annoying and I found myself thinking about them more and more. I 
just couldn’t help playing with them, the others in my class also 
liked handling them. The first time my penis went stiff I was 
really frightened that it would never go down again but it did 
eventually. It was quite a trick of mine to get the others in the 
class to make it go stiff. The day it leaked white puss I ran at 
once to the school nurse as I was sure I had a nasty infection. She 
told me not to worry but made an appointment for me at the Breeding 
Centre for a full examination.

The Doctors at the centre examined my testicles and penis 
carefully, making me stiff and even, by rubbing my penis ,made some 
of the puss leak out. I was told that I had to do this regularly , 
to clean out my testicles , and come back to them every month. 
After a while I quite enjoyed making my penis leek. It was more fun 
to let the others in my class do it for me. My growths were sort of 
class property. I cant remember who it was dared one of the girls 
to suck it but soon all the girls were making me leek by sucking my 
penis. It was however my idea to push it up the bum of  my best 
friend >Jim. Suddenly there was a whole new set of ways to clean 
out my testicles. I shall never forget the feeling as I slid my 
penis into his bum. The resistance, the tight sphincter muscle ring 
and the friction as I slid it back and forth. It frightened me at 
first when he suddenly started to moan and pant. He said it was 
great and not to stop. Eventually I used all the bums in my class.

There was no doubt that these growths were a real nuisance as they 
were taking more and more of my thoughts and energies. Salvation 
was at hand however in the form of the Breeding Centre. At one of 
my regular monthly check ups they told me that I was ready for the 
next part of the development. I was to start depositing sperm for 
others to use to make babies. When I told them about how I used all 
the bums in the class the were horrified and told me to stop it and 
to keep my penis really clean from now on. In a way I was 
disappointed to stop that bit of fun. I had to come to the centre 
for a whole day every week until I had finished depositing. My 
first session was later that week. Before leaving that day I was 
given a really thorough examination, even right up my bum.

The day of my first deposit was a real eye opener and in part a 
torture. The first thing the nurse did was to shave all the hair 
off my crutch and scrub it with an antiseptic that stung like hell. 
Next I was told to bend over whilst a probe with wires attached was 
pushed up my bum. I was told to make myself comfortable in a 
strange looking chair, difficult with the thing up my bum and the 
trailing wire . I didn’t like the look of the tubes and wires that 
the nurse picked up off the tray next to me, and I was a bit 
nervous when she taped a wire round my penis.  A large tube was 
slid down over my penis and the rubber end pushed hard against my 
shaved crutch. A smaller tube was pushed right inside my penis . 
When she turned a switch I was surprised to say the least as the 
tube started to suck at my penis just as the girls had. Perhaps it 
wasn’t going to be too bad after all. I was wrong. It was going to 
be worse than I could have ever imagined.  I was firmly strapped in 
the chair with legs held apart and my wrists fastened to the arm 
rests so that I couldn’t interfere with the device on my crutch. 

I heard the switch click  and felt the result. As well as sucking 
the tube started to vibrate, rubbing up and down my penis, which 
was now very stiff and felt like it was going to burst. When she 
clicked the next switch I was stunned as a tingling current flowed 
into the wire on my penis. Click again and I went wild as the 
electrode deep in my bum started to send current into me.  There 
was nothing I could do. Within moments I felt my penis spurt in the 
tube but the rubbing and sucking and electrocuting went on. The 
nurse stood smiling and watching me for a while  before increasing 
the current into my penis a little, speeding up the rubbing and 
then left.

Every few minutes my penis spurted into the device. After an hour 
by the clock on the wall ,but what felt like eternity , she 
returned and increased the power on every thing. In the next hour I 
only spurted a few times as every thing was starting to hurt. She 
returned again and turned up the wick still further, but only for a 
few minutes. It seems that as I had stopped spurting that I could 
go home. With the  device removed I could still hardly stand up. My 
penis was red raw and aching. It was my testicles that really hurt 
with a deep ache. I was told not to make my penis leak for the next 
week but to turn up on time for the next session.

Each week I suffered the same device, each week I spurted more 
times and had to endure it for longer and longer. I endured this 
every week for a year! My penis was enormous , red and always very 
sore . My testicles had grown to twice their original size and 
ached cruelly. At last I was told that the next session would be 
the last. I am glad it was the last as I couldn’t take one like it 
again. I was on the machine for 5 hours with the power  turned 
right up. Towards the end the nurse squeezed my testicles until I 
screamed for mercy. She just kept on squeezing until the session 
was finished. I was drained of strength, sperm and emotion. The 
doctor who examined me after the device was removed said I had done 
a great job of depositing over the year and that I should decide 
what I wanted done with my genitals. We talked about the options 
and there and then I made an appointment with the surgeons. 

During the wait I could let my classmates play with my bits and I 
tried pushing my penis up bums again, but it was too large for all 
but one hole. The day for surgery arrived at last. The same nurse 
shaved and scrubbed my groin for the last time, and gave my penis a 
farewell rub.

I walked into the operating theatre happy that at last I was going 
to be like all the others. I had asked to be able to watch the 
operation so I had been propped up on the table. The operating 
table looked a little like the chair I had spent so many hours in, 
as I had to put my legs in holders. After a few injections they 
were ready to start. I watched in fascination as the knife went 
round my numb penis and it was placed on a tray. The bleeding was 
rapidly stopped and some stitches put in. At last I had a little 
bump like all the other boys!

Next he started work on my scrotum. I had to have the testicles 
removed but there were a couple of ways of dealing with it. The 
Doctor had shown me pictures of groins with and with out scrotums, 
even ones where rings had been put in the empty scrotums. Horrid!  
I was quite clear that I wanted all trace of the scrotum skin 
removed as it was a slightly different colour to the rest of my 
skin. And now it was being done! I watched as the knife traced its 
way around the area and the pouch was removed. I was amazed at the 
mass of testicle, tubes and things that were inside the bag, no 
wonder it ached so much. The Doctor pulled inches of tube out of my 
body before cutting it with a sealing laser knife as close to my 
body as possible. Swiftly the other was cut as well.  I was so busy 
looking at the bits on the tray that I hardly noticed him stitching 
the cut edges together.  He told me that the stitches would pull 
for a while as he had taken away a lot of skin to give me the tight 
crutch I had asked for.  In less than an hour I was walking away 
from the table.

I was ecstatic , at last , I was the same as all the others. I was 
kept in the centre for a couple of days to make sure the surgery 
was ok. Whilst there I asked to see what happened to my deposit. I 
was taken around by a junior Doctor who showed me where my deposit 
was kept in stainless steel vats of liquid nitrogen. I saw the 
technicians putting a little on the end of  a sort of straw. We 
followed the straws up to the operating theatre and stood behind 
the one way glass wall to watch the procedure. 

On the same table where I had been so glad to lose my genitals was 
a young girl of about 20. I watched in fascination as a surgeon 
slit her open from her pee hole to about where I had my pee hole. 
Carefully he opened out a set of lips and cleaned them. He took one 
of the “straws” from the tray and pushed it right up inside her. 
When it was removed he took the metal tag from it and using a sort 
of pliers attached the tag to the girls lower lips. I was told this 
was how babies were made and stayed to watch 2 others treated in 
the same way. The open gash between their legs looked very messy 
and untidy, but I was assured that once the baby had been born it 
would be sewn up again. Next we went to see the area where new 
babies were inspected. I watched as a little boy had his tiny penis 
snipped of and wished I had had that done when I was born. He was 
given a huge injection into his little scrotum, to stop the 
testicles ever forming,  lucky child! The baby girl surprised me by 
the size of her crutch lips but soon looked better when they had 
been sewn together. 

As I left the Centre I was given a surprise present, my penis 
preserved in  a block of plastic. Home I was happy to be part of 
the gang at last as well as top of the class.