waking up to a “draining”
Updated: Jun 11, 2021
This Sunday’s post is a newly expanded passage from The Sire Project. If you read the book you will see that this is taken from Part 11 of “III: Draining the Sire”.
The Draining Committee often wondered exactly what kind of “yield” Kai-Kai produced during these informal drainings. It was very hard to estimate, of course. Subjective impressions like “he filled my belly” weren’t very informative. Really the only thing they could do was count contractions. Ms. Menendez reported, with some pride, that she detected 19 contractions during a deep throat she gave, which would be a record. This was confirmed by Ashanti Fukiyama and Jenny Ryan (two of Kai-Kai’s classmates from Intro to Psychology), who were closely watching the twitching of their friend’s anus.
That was the boy’s second ejaculation of a rather unusual draining which took place entirely in his bedroom. The six women converged on the Schreiber house that Sunday at 6 a.m. Elaine was ready for them, with a sparse breakfast of toast and juice. Except for Ms. Menendez the women were all freshmen in Kai-Kai’s classes, and the quiet chit-chat was all about school stuff. Then the six visitors crept up the stairs. Jenny woke her classmate up by enveloping the big glans in her warm mouth. They were all recent graduates of Mrs. Kimura’s deep-throating school and were eager to try out their newly-won talents on the real thing. They were also a little apprehensive, but Mrs. Kimura had trained them well. Throating the large-penised boy turned out to be quite easy. They did it one after the other without a break, each clamping her tonsils around the supersensitive glans as soon as her predecessor finished the gulping down of thick semen. Perhaps it was the fact that except for Ms. Menendez they were all teenagers too, but it was almost like they were torturing the poor Sire as a game. They allowed him occasional drinks of juice but kept him in his room except when he had to lurch across the hallway to pee. After the fifth ejaculation his pleading eyes begged for mercy. They decided to relent and let him catch his breath for a few minutes after each ejaculation.
From time to time one or two drifted down for a chat with Elaine and some more coffee while the others were taking their turn upstairs, one deep-throating him while the others applied tongues to nipples and testicles. It was a very verbal bunch; they talked downstairs and they also talked up in the bedroom, sometimes about unrelated things, unless their mouths and tongues were occupied. They even chatted while he was dragged to the bathroom for a strawberry enema so that his anus and the glands within could be tongued and caressed as well. Around 9 o’clock a few friends from the dorms stopped by. They brought chairs upstairs so they could watch from around the bed, helping out as the boy’s body was lifted and turned and arms and legs were splayed so that multiple mouths could have access. There was constant commenting on each girl’s technique, watching the bulge of the penis as it made its way down, and cheering every time spurts of semen slid down another throat.
The girls winked at their friends as they ostentatiously stretched their lips wide around the thick root and plunged downward further to press their noses against the boy’s pubic bone and nuzzle his pubic hair. Ms. Menendez, who had been at previous drainings with other older women, made a prediction that turned out to be correct: as the boy nourished them, one by one, they found that his semen was saltier at the beginning, but the later, thinner loads had a sweetness about them. “Like a main course, then dessert!” squealed Kitty Schroeder, wiping her mouth. The six “drainers” got a total of fourteen orgasms out of the Sire by the time they had to quit at 10:30 a.m. It was hard to tell if the beleaguered boy got to a “drygasm” but their jaws were simply too sore to continue. Kai-Kai, who hadn’t said a word all morning, immediately fell back to sleep.
The girls were not ones to keep secrets; the dorms were abuzz with all the details by Sunday night, and on Monday as Kai-Kai went from class to class he blushingly received compliments on his output, not only from his classmates but from a couple of professors.
Word got to Professor Gladstone who mentioned it that morning at the beginning of the Freshman Bio 101 class.
“Before we begin, as you know from our class a few weeks ago, when we were examining the Sire’s anatomy, I pointed out that the success of the Project depended on maximizing his output of semen and production of sperm, via Sunday drainings. What is the acronym for that model? Ms. Winckel?”
The Prof often called on students without warning but it didn’t bother them too much. He only asked about matters that had already been covered in class, and went gently when someone didn’t know the answer.
Mary Winckel was a cheerful, good-natured blond white girl with freckles, and braces that showed when she smiled, which was often. It was a bit chilly in the classroom this morning so she had on a sweatshirt over her blouse, and jeans and sneakers. “NLI,” she said.
“And what does the ‘N’ stand for?”
“The Sire should have as many orgasms as possible.”
“Correct. And what is the record for most orgasms at a draining?”
“You mean, in the Lab?”
“Yes, sorry. In Lab 6, specifically.”
Mary thought for a moment. “Thirteen.”
“Correct. Finally, what are the best ways to achieve numerosity?”
“Um . . . diet and exercise, hydration, and gentle stimulation at the plateau stage.”
“Correct. Also he must have adequate rest beforehand. . . And what does the ‘L’ stand for? Mr. Rhatigan?”
Godfrey Rhatigan, one of Kai-Kai’s many friends, was a tall, skinny black-skinned boy whose family had come over from Kenya when he was a child. “Length.”
“Kai-Kai’s -- I mean the Sire’s -- orgasms have to be as long-lasting as possible.”
“And how is that achieved?”
“Close monitoring of the contractions, so that stimulation is increased in -- in time with each, um, spasm, as the orgasm is winding down.”
“And what does that do?”
“It extends the number of contractions.”
“Correct. And what is the record number of contractions?”
“At -- any draining?”
“Nineteen!” Varda Krishnamurti called out from the back, in her Indian lilt. Some heads turned and smiled. One person clapped.
The Prof chuckled. “O.K.,” he said, “we’ll get to that in a minute. . . Finally, what does the ‘I’ stand for? Mr. Schreiber?”
“Intensity,” Kai-Kai said. He was in his usual seat, in the fourth row. The chilliness of the room didn’t affect the always-naked boy. Though one could tell it was cold by his erect little nipples. And his flaccid penis, draped across his thigh, was a little smaller than usual and a little wrinkled.
“And what does ‘intensity’ mean?”
“It means that my orgasms should be as intense as possible.”
“How is that measured?”
“Aside from subjective impressions, by the quantity of semen that I ejaculate.”
“What is the most voluminous achieved? In a Lab draining, of course.”
“The most I ever ejaculated there, so far, was 14.3 cc’s.”
“What is the best way to increase ejaculatory volume?”
“Rhythmic stroking of my frenulum, in the direction of my glans, with simultaneous massage of my prostate.”
“Thank you. . . Some of you might wonder why I chose to begin today’s class with this review. Yesterday, during an informal ‘draining’, Kai-Kai was brought to fourteen orgasms in the space of roughly four hours. And one of his orgasms was” -- he drew this out for emphasis -- “nine-teen contractions, a record! It was through the efforts of six women, including two of our students here, Kitty Schroeder and Alana Sandiego. I’d like all three of you to take a bow!”
To much applause, the three freshmen stood up, Kitty and Alana smiling proudly at each other, the naked boy hesitantly, shy and bashful. Those near him looked down at the high-yielding testicles hanging over his desk, applauding them as much as the boy they were attached to. As if to increase his discomfiture, albeit good-naturedly, someone behind him said “M.K.C.C.!” Among the freshmen this was short for the crude expression “Make Kai-Kai Cum & Cum!”. A couple of girls giggled at this. It was just good-natured teasing. Some of the new kids who didn’t yet know the boy went further, making jokes about the hundreds of orgasms he had every day, the gallons of semen he ejaculated, or how big his penis was, but they stopped when they saw he was embarrassed.