Golden Loads: For the Good of All Mankind

Bryce checked his reflection in one of the mirror-like window panels before he entered The Shard, a towering office building in the center of the City. He smiled in an unabashed display of arrogance at what he saw. Bryce had just turned twenty-nine, though his ruggedly handsome face made him look slightly older. He was five-ten, with a broad, nicely defined frame that was being hugged by an expensive Versace suit. He ran a hand through his casually set, though still neatly styled hair and winked at himself as he entered the tower.

The lobby was abuzz with people. Women and men in suits, bike messengers, tourists snapping pictures of themselves in front of the landmark building's dedication plaque. It was a bit overwhelming to Bryce considering he rarely ventured out of this suburban environment.

He stood next to a pillar and pulled out a letter that had been neatly folded and placed into his jacket's inside pocket. He reread it to make sure he wasn't missing anything:

Congratulations on your selection as a Golden Loads Progeny Assurance Centre candidate! Your impeccable background, physical and mental profile make you a well suited match for our most discerning clients. Our clients, successful, forward-thinking woman from around the world choose Golden Loads due to our exacting sperm donor selection process as well as a guarantee of exclusivity, as outlined in your Agreement, Section 3, Sub Section 33, Paragraph 9, Amendment 42, Sub Part 11. A payment of five million, four hundred thousand dollars has already been deposited into your account as an advanced thank you for allowing Golden Loads to continue to offer the very highest quality sperm in the industry. The balance of your payment(s) due will be immediately deposited upon receipt of your gift to the future.

We look forward to you helping shape the next generation of world leaders. Please report to The Shard, 90th Floor, Suite A whenever is convenient for you, Monday through Friday until 8 PM daily.

Bryce thought he probably should have read through the lengthy Agreement referenced in the letter, but it was a three hundred page tome riddled with sections, and sub sections and sub-sub sections that seemed to nest infinitely deep. He had barely made it through the first tree pages before flipping to the end and signing the line under 'I ACKNOWLEDGE I HAVE READ AND FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS AGREEMENT." Golden Loads, despite their lofty goals of preserving the human race, was just a sperm bank after all. How complicated could their agreement be?

Bryce was still in awe by the whole experience. He had been approached out of the blue by Golden Loads, an upscale sperm bank in the City, shortly after graduating with honors from Yale. Just for sitting down for a preliminary interview, the firm wrote Bryce a no-strings attached cheque totally wiping out his student loan debt and pre-paying for his entire degree at Harvard Medical. Bryce was, as the firm termed it, an exceptional 'prodigy', a 'masterpiece of human evolution' that should be guaranteed to propagate into the future. When Bryce noted that the sum of money seemed high for a 'shot in a cup', the Agent countered that Golden Loads descendants would go on to colonize the planets, cure disease and usher in new eras of political stability.  They were sure Bryce, after years of background and family history checking and following him through school, was a perfect candidate. The upfront investment was a small price to pay, they argued, for Bryce's role in the perpetuity of civilization. And the ego stroking only got more extreme from there.

After he had finished medical school and settled in the suburbs, Bryce received the letter verifying that he had continued to possess candidate qualities and that Golden Loads was ready for him to make his donation 'for the good of all mankind". And here he was, his bank account flush and his medical career off to an amazing start thanks in part to the multiple connections he had made at exclusive Golden Loads networking events. As instructed, he hadn't masturbated for one week, and despite the hustle and bustle of the office building lobby, he could feel his cock start to twitch at the prospect of finally being able to spew his pent up load. Bryce usually made quite a mess when he came, an attribute that was tested multiple times for consistency by Golden Loads, and knew that this delayed release was going to be a gusher. Just the week prior he had gotten busy at the office and hadn't found time to unload for three days. When he finally did, not only did he ruin a newly dry cleaned dress shirt, but both of this contact lens and a painting on the wall behind him.


A large clock in the lobby chimed one o'clock, and Bryce, not wanting to delay his literal million dollar pay day any longer, made his way to the elevator. It was a large and cavernous elevator, jam packed with virtually every demographic in the City. As it zipped up the tower, the crowd thinned until only Bryce remained by the time it reached the ninetieth floor. When the doors opened, a soft female voice greeted "Welcome to Golden Loads. Ensuring the World of Tomorrow." These people didn't take their mission as caretakers for the genetic cream of the crop lightly, he thought to himself. He was greeted by a long, white hallway the walls of which seemed to glow, abstract black stroke paintings were placed evenly down the length.

"Bryce, it is nice to see you again." a short-haired tall woman in a sharp one piece black dress said as she reached for his hand. Bryce instantly recognized her as the Agent who had approached him at Yale all of those years ago. She didn't look a day older, he thought, and still carried a strangely commanding sense of majesty that had made even the aloof Bryce feel humbled.

The two made their way down the long, straight hallway, passing several unmarked white doors. Bryce wondered what was behind them, but the Agent's sense of urgency didn't offer a time for him to ask. The walked in silence to the end of the hall where a door opened as they approached. Inside was a small white room, the walls seemed to shimmer like the hallway. It was quite bright, but there didn't appear to be any light sources, as if the walls and ceilings themselves were made of giant light panels. There was a white modernist chair in the center of the room and a small white table, both of which seemed to have organically sprung from the ground. The whole setup was quite futuristic.

"Here is the collection vessel," the Agent said picking up a small cup on the table.

"When you've made your contribution, please immediately place it here so that it can be processed before cooling down too much," she walked over to an ostensibly blank wall and tapped it with her finger. A small compartment opened just large enough for the cup to fit in.

She walked back to Bryce, who was now sitting, looking at the iPad sitting on the table.

"Turn it on," she instructed.

Bryce reached for it and swiped his finger across the screen. On the desktop there were only two icons: A handsome man's face and a beautiful woman's body.

"I guess you've moved away from magazines," Bryce joked.

"Long ago." the Agent responded dryly.

"Well I won't keep you. I trust you familiarized yourself with the contribution protocols from your agreement? Section 2, Sub Section 13, Paragraphs 1, 2 and 4."

Bryce nodded convincingly and the Agent gave a coy smile.

"Well then, I won't keep you. When you've place the collection vessel in the alcove, simply tap here to release the door."

The agent tapped an apparently blank spot on the door and it opened softly. She stepped out, the door closing behind her and blending so well with the wall that at a cursory glance it looked like Bryce had magically appeared inside of a door-less, windowless room.

He leaned back in the chair and tapped the icon of a man on the tablet screen. The screen turned to dozens of pictures of beautifully built men in various stages of undress. He swiped to the next screen to find a photo set of his favorite porn actor being brutally pounded by at least a dozen men. He swiped the screen again to a photo set of an adorable twink being absolutely drenched in cum. He kept swiping and found more and more pages of pictures -- and eventually videos -- that seemed almost custom made to his tastes and fetishes. Twinks being drowned in a bukkake, muscle studs being gang banged, hot executives splattering their computer screens in solo masturbation scenes. Every guy was to Bryce’s exact fantasy specifications as if the firm knew in advance what would get him off. Of course, he figured, the hundreds of interviews and assessments had probably given them very keen incite into his sexual fantasies. At the beginning of the process he was worried that his sexuality would be an issue, but was assured by Gold Loads that their clients were 'above the petty prejudices of the now'.

He settled on a movie that started with an incredibly good looking, bearish muscle jock in a suit hungrily eying a twinkish and awkward office mail boy. Bryce unzipped his pants, he hadn't bothered with underwear that day, and propped the iPad on the table so he could devote both hands to the task at hand. As the hunky executive on screen mercilessly plowed the mail boy on his back over the desk, Bryce slowly pumped his cock until all ten inches were at raging attention. Meanwhile on screen a ridiculously hot, Latin janitor had just walked in on the mail boy and executive and was joining in, ramming his own cock into the mail-boy’s mouth.

"Oh hot!" Bryce moaned breathlessly. The action on the screen, combined with his pent up load, were taking him to the edge of shooting.


He wanted to make sure that this load was truly golden, so he brought himself to the edge of cumming over and over. His body was tensing as even the slightest touch to his now-precum soaked cock nearly sent him over the edge. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back soon. A week was just too long to expect a red blooded male like himself to go without cumming and then not expect him to shoot nearly instantly. Especially with such tailor crafted porn.

"Oh I'm cumming!" the executive shouted, pulling out just in time to plaster the mail boy's face with cum.

Moments later the Latin janitor followed suit. The twink's handsome face was nearly unrecognizable under the thick double coat. It was the hottest thing Bryce had ever seen.

"So hot," Brcye moaned, pumping the full length of this cock with both hands. He wasn't even going to try to hold back the next time he got close.


"Oh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" the twink screamed, his body writhing in ecstasy. The bearish executive lifted the boy's legs in the air just as he shot. At least six thick, gooey ropes of sperm splattered the young model's face, thoroughly coating it. It looked like the guy had just bathed in semen. Bryce was a huge cum fan, especially facials, and the scene was just too much...

"Oh shit!" he screamed, his eyes rolling in his head.

Bryce nearly knocked over the iPad in his frantic attempt to grab the collection cup before his first spurt came out. He stood and took aim, barely getting his cock head into the cup before the first stream of jizz erupted so hard that it made an audible splatter as it hit the bottom of the cup.

"Ooh!" Bryce shrieked, his knees getting wobbly as squirt after gooey squirt landed in the cup. He looked down to see that the cup was nearly full, but he was still shooting. He was getting incredibly turned on at the site of his own massive load....

"OOOH SHIIT!" He screamed, arching his back as a final, monstrous glob of seamen splashed into the now nearly full container.

Still breathing heavily, Bryce held the container up to admire his work. A thick, frothy load sloshed at the five ounce mark of the cup. I shot nearly a cup of cum, Bryce thought to himself proudly. He would have totally plastered a guy's face had there been such a target. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he would try his charm on one of the sweaty, muscular bike messengers that were coming in and out of The Shard. He swirled the cup as if he was preparing to taste it like fine wine, the thick liquid sloshing in the cup. He made his way over to the wall with the collection vessel, pressed it where the Agent had, and placed the vessel inside. The alcove door closed with a beep.

He then went to the exit door and tapped the hidden control panel. The door opened and two large men dressed in black suits were standing there, the Agent standing behind them.

"Thank you," Bryce began, "Is there anything I need to sign or..."

"Take him," the Agent ordered in a stern, yet pleasant voice.

Bryce was too overwhelmed with confusion to initially fight back as the men swooped in an roughly grabbed him under his shoulders, lifting his solid body like a rag doll. Bryce struggled against the silent men, who hardly seemed to notice he was even there despite his thrashing. They lead him into one of the unmarked rooms Bryce had wondered about earlier, followed by the Agent.

It looked very much like the room he was just in, a single modernist chair rising from the floor in the middle of the room. Along the wall was a table filled with modern looking medical equipment he didn't recognize. Printed on the wall above the door in bold black letters was the phrase: "For the Good of All Mankind". Bryce wasn't sure why, but it seemed ominous...

"What the Hell is going on!" Bryce demanded as he was thrown into the chair.

Before he could attempt to stand the men had swooped over him, securing his ankles to the floor and his hands behind his back. Bryce’s thick legs were wide spread, the Agent standing between them casually.

"Thank you, you may go." she said with a wave of her, and the two men left the room silently.

For several moments neither of them spoke. Bryce was alarmed by this turn of events but not necessarily panicked. After all, all of his friends knew where he was going that day, so people would come looking if he came up missing. And he was in The Shard, literally a tourist attraction. It was unlikely any harm would be so brazen... so then what was going on?

"What's going on?" Bryce demanded to the Agent, trying to stay calm.

"We're exercising our exclusivity agreement. We need to make sure we have exclusive rights to your genetic material..." the Agent began as she made her way over to the equipment table.

Her back was to Bryce as she nosily assembled something, "Section 3, Sub Section 33, Paragraph 9, Amendment 42, Sub Part 11 of the agreement states, and I quote, 'Golden Loads A.G shall have exclusive rights to store, decimate, clone or distribute the genetic sample provided by the Candidate and Golden Loads A.G shall take steps to assure this exclusivity. into the future."

Bryce's eyebrow raised "Assure exclusivity? To my sperm? Wait, wait. What does that mean?" Bryce began to panic slightly , realizing his permanently spread legs left his sperm factories extremely vulnerable.

The Agent kept assembling as she responded "It's simple, Bryce. We are going to ensure that you won't be able to spoil our exclusive access to your sperm by making sure you don't produce any more."

"What? No! Oh no, that's not what I signed..."

"That's exactly what you signed," the Agent snapped back coldly.

Bryce began struggling furiously against his bonds to no avail. He cried for help but was sure no one outside the room could hear him. Finally, the Agent turned toward him
holding what appeared to be a large syringe. Elsewhere on the table a Bunsen burner was heating a large metal pot that appeared empty.

Bryce's eyes grew wide at the sight of the syringe and he screamed and begged.

"No! No! Please! I'll give you the money back! Please don't..."

The Agent set down the syringe and approached him. She licked her lips as she knelt down over him, ignoring his pleas as she forcefully ripped off his dress shirt, throwing the tattered pieces onto the floor. Bryce's abs and pecs were broad and powerfully defined, his abs rippling as he struggled and screamed. The Agent dropped her cool outward demeanor and was becoming visibly aroused by Bryce’s body. She grabbed his pants and literally ripped them open at the zipper. She pulled them to his knees exposing his huge, shaved testicles and thick cock, that was still seven inches even when flaccid. Her eyes lit up at what she saw. Bryce was incredibly attractive, and the Agent was straggling his spread legs as if she was positioning to ride his donkey cock once it got hard.

"This will do nicely," she said as he swooped between his legs, inhaling his entire cock in her mouth.

Bryce was screaming, but was starting to get aroused by the feeling of her blow job and her soft hands exploring his body. Despite himself, he kept involuntarily moaning and cocking his head back as she expertly milked his cock in her throat. Meanwhile, she cupped Bryce's balls, one per hand and was squeezing. Gently at first, but then quite hard. Bryce yelped and his cock started to become flaccid, though not necessarily all because of the pain in his balls. The Agent let up on his balls slightly and proceeded to lick Bryce's still not entirely hard cock. Her hands explored his thighs and legs as she lifted her head from his cock and started to swirl her tongue over his nipples. Bryce, though he had been turned on slightly by the blow job, was getting repulsed by the woman as she proceeded to make out with him as if he were a straight man. After a while, she stopped and stood abruptly.

"I see," she said, straightening her skirt. She turned curtly and left the room.

Bryce renewed his struggling in earnest, hoping this was his chance to escape when...

The door opened with a whoosh, a short, svelte twinkish young man with blond hair entered. He was wearing a black unitard that showed off every inch of his sculpted, thin body and bulging crotch. The young man licked his lips and approached Bryce. He sat in Bryce’s lap, and looked into Bryce’s eyes. Bryce's cock started to swell as he looked into the gorgeous young man's piercing blue eyes.

The young man nuzzled Bryce’s neck, moving slowly up to his ear where he whispered "It's okay. Your sacrificed will be for the good of mankind."

Bryce had just registered what the blonde had said when the blond swooped to his knees between Bryce's opened legs, balled his fist and placed on on each side of Bryce’s swinging, exposed sack.

"No! NOO!" Bryce screamed, his voice cracking from the strain.

The blond's blue eyes didn't break from Bryce's as he slammed his fists together, crushing Bryce's testicles between them. Bryce howled as the blond pounded his meaty testicles dozens of times, each time filling the small room with a wet SPLAT.

"Please, Please!" Bryce cried, dry heaving from the pain in his crotch. He thought as if his sack was going to literally burst open. it was obvious the blonde wasn't going to stop until Bryce was literally unable to produce any more sperm.

The attractive blond ignored Bryce's pleas and roughly grabbed Bryce’s red, swollen left nut, forming an O around the base with his thumb and fingers, causing he abused organ to bulge against the sack. He then balled his other fist and drove it as hard as he could into the Bryce's nut.

SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

The softening ball was mercilessly pounded. Bryce thought he was going to pass out from the unbearable pain, but the blond just kept going, stopping after nearly a minute of pounding the left nut. He then

made a ring around the right nut, making it bulge like the left one and proceeding to pound his fist into it.

"OH GOD STOP!" Bryce barely got through inhumane screams.

The blond just kept pounding... SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!..

Bryce’s firm nut started to soften and bounced wildly with each impact. The blond's fist sunk into the enormous ball further and further each time. Bryce begged him to stop, he knew his nut was about to be permanently damaged, but the blonde just wouldn't stop... SPLAT SPLAT ... SPLO-THC!

Bryce howled so loudly his head was ringing. A disgusting, wet SPLOSH echoed in his body. His right nut had just exploded under the brutal assault.

Bryce felt himself losing consciousness as the blond headed for the equipment table.

"WHA!" Bryce screamed suddenly awakened by smelling salts. The burning pain in his crotch was beyond words. The pain radiating from his fractured nut was turning his stomach.

The blond started kissing Bryce’s neck, then moved down to swirling his tongue around Bryce’s nipples, then ran his soft, wet tongue down Bryce’s chiseled abs. When his head was at Bryce's crotch, he looked up at the crying Bryce and winked. He then opened his mouth as far as he could and went down on Bryce's cock like an expert. The kid was an excellent cock sucker and within minutes, despite the pain, Bryce’s ten inch, thick cock was bulging in the blond's throat. Bryce could feel another load boiling in his swollen, broken sack and kept begging the blond to stop. The pain of the building load was canceling out any pleasure he was getting from the otherwise amazing blow job.

"OH GOD! PLEASE... OOOH! OOOH I'M GONNA SHOOT!"

The blond pulled off Bryce's cock and produced another collection vessel from behind his back just in time to catch two relatively small spurts of cum from Bryce's throbbing cock. As Bryce writhed in agony, the young man put the vessel into another collection alcove.

"That was the diamond load. The absolute last load of sperm from you. We won't release it until your golden load is sold out."

The young blond man turned toward Bryce holding two objects in his hands, and continued to casually discuss Bryce’s sperm with the calculating coolness of oil futures "Your diamond load in particular should fetch a very nice price, since it is a second generation Gold Loads offspring."

What?! His mother had used Golden Loads? His pain soaked mind was too foggy to even wrap his mind around the ramifications of the blond man's allegation.

Bryce was blubbering unintelligibly, his struggling reduced to weak convulsions. The blond approached Bryce with the two objects and knelt down between Bryce, his battered sack swinging defenselessly between his legs. He produced the first object, that looked like a long, immersion blender with a pointed tip. Bryce's eyes grew wide in terror as the blond young man hovered the sharp end of the blender over the bloated sack and sent it plunging into the flesh with an audible WHOOSH!

CRUNCH!

The immersion blender pierced into Bryce's swollen, half-ruined nut sack with a gross crunching sound, annihilating his delicate membranes and sperm tubes as it did. Bryce screamed in terror and pain, struggling desperately to get free though he was sure both of his nuts were now permanently damaged.

"And now we begin the extraction process..." the blond said as he activated the blender.

The motor whirred to life as the blades got to work mutilating Bryce's defenseless, huge nuts. SPLOSH! SPLISH! SPLOSH! The sound of his testicles being liquefied in the sack was filling Bryce’s head with sickening wet sloshing sounds and the occasional gooey 'THUD' as a testicle chunk was caught in the blade and further splattered. Bryce’s once overstuffed, round sack quickly became a lumpy mass, the balls inside being processed into liquefied nut goop by the immersion blender. When he was satisfied that Bryce's nuts were thoroughly destroyed, the blond pulled the blender out of the sack with a hard yank, the gooey organs filled the sack like a water balloon filled with mashed potatoes.

Without delay, and as Bryce watched helplessly, the blond produced the second item, the large syringe from earlier and plunged it into the ruined sack. The withdrew the plunger and Bryce watched in muted disgust as his liquefied testicles were suctioned out of the sack into the syringe The scrotum got flatter and flatter as more and more of the goop was sucked into the syringe.

"Why..." Bryce gasped, his voice barely above a whisper, as he finally passed out.

The blond was steady in concentration as he withdrew the final ounces of the ruined testicles into the syringe. The door of the room opened and the Agent entered, quickly getting to work applying pressure on the now totally deflated sack to stop the bleeding. Despite the trauma, the instruments they had used were so sharp and used with such precision, the incision in Brcy'es scrotum was remarkably small. Bryce's head rolled involuntarily as he was patched with surgical skill by the Agent. He was blacked out and therefore didn't see the blond boy squirting the mush he had extracted from Bryce’s once bloated ball bag into the waiting metal pot, where ti was boiled until it was a viciously, totally sterilized ruin. There wouldn't be any way Bryce would ever be producing any more sperm.

When the Agent had sewn Bryce’s totally flat sack shut, she instructed for the blond to begin untying him.

"Get him home, with out thanks,"