01040113

01040113

He swipes his right wrist over the scanner. It is a shiny stainless-steel device and is flush with the other surfaces around it.

“Proceed 01040113 to your assigned spot.”

He does. Joining the others like him in the room. The taskers. He surveys those around him. And sees no visible difference among those here besides some appear of a different skin shade as himself. Some darker. Some browner. And some much paler than him.

The mechanical voice echoes in his head, as he can only hear it thanks to the implant placed at birth inside his brain, as he passes through the entrance checkpoint. He goes to his assigned duty post and commences his job for the day. Every day. It is a task he knows all too well. He has been doing it for what the ancients would have said is for ten years now. Since he was of the year of ten. Putting the square red shape into the assigned square space on the transparent plastic board. This is his task. Done day after day, minute after minute, second after second. And he does not question why, he just does it. It is his task. And his duty. One of two in this area.

A shiver rocks through him. Through his thick muscled and broad-shouldered frame. The cool air has turned on in the room.

“Are you okay, 01040113?”

The same mechanical voice asks him in his head. He nods in response to it.

“Proceed on with your task, 01040113.”

The mechanical voice tells him. And he complies.

As he inserts another red square shape into the square space before him. His shaved body reacts to these ongoing and continuing motions.

“What is happening to your injector, 01040113?”

The mechanical voice asks as his injector has begun hardening, gradually, from his bare shaved pubic region.

“Do you need to relieve yourself of the burden of your hardened injector, 01040113?”

This is his second task he performs on a regular and daily basis.

01040113 nods his shaved head. Yes. His injector has hardened to its utmost and maximum of proportions. And it glows red and combustible like the red square shape grasped in his muscled fingers.

“Do not need to expel your necessary juices, 01040113? You need to enter your assigned Collection chamber.”

The mechanical voice demands. And he complies without resistance, as he has left deposits in the Collection chamber since the sixteenth year of his existence.

As he walks to the Collection chamber, he looks at the others, like him, in this immense room. Shaved. Naked. Muscular. His body, like theirs, is at its peak of specimen perfection. The machines have seen to this perfection. As each in this room share his approximate age. He is in his twentieth year of existence. And he does what he is told to do.

He enters the booth or cubbyhole and turns sideways. All the others in the room can see him. But they do not stop with their assigned task but occasionally they do look at the actions being done before them at the Collection chamber. Some of their injectors of the specimens in the room react as 01040113’s had. But their time will follow him once he has left his potent deposit. 01040113 inserts his injector into the slot before him. It is a snug fit for his swollen injector. But he manages quite well.

02180104 enters the space directly behind 01040113. His injector is also at its utmost proportions too. He inserts it into the space before him, that space aligns with the posterior of tasker 01040113. His injector slides into the shapely posterior of 01040113.

02180104, gasps with an audible moan as he shoves his injector into the slot down to his shaved pubic root.

“Uhhh!” 01040113 sighs loudly as his posterior is filled with the injector of tasker 02180104. “Uhhhhh!”

“Are you okay, 01040113?” The mechanical voice asks him.

01040113 nods. And nods. Wildly, while uttering no audible sound. He is filled.

“Commence with your Collection, 01040113.” The mechanical voice tells him as his hips gyrate into the hole as it squeezes even tighter around his swollen injector.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” 02180104 sighs loudly as he pumps his hips. His rhythm matches his fellow tasker. He can fill the tightening of 01040113 posterior muscles as they envelope his hardened injector. He can feel his fellow tasker squeezing his injector with his muscles. Tighter and tighter. This is his first experience in this manner, as it is 01040113’s first of being plummeted in this manner, too, his injector has hardened even more into the Collection chamber. He is sure his offering will be much more than it usually has been, as his excitement is even higher. And he feels deeply appreciative to have 02180104 lodged so deeply within him.

The other assigned taskers work slows as they observe the actions of 01040113 as he fills his Collection module and as 02180104 pummels the posterior of 01040113 with his thick and long shafted injector. These are the first of their unit taskers to have experienced these astounding antics, some are asking themselves if their turn is next but their mechanical voices in their heads have not responded to their posed inquiries as this is a reserved action for only the most special of those in their tasker unit.

01040113 performs his duties well and is being rewarded by the second tasker who proceeds him, 02180104. They are the best of the best in their unit of taskers.

03011812, a tall muscular young tasker with a rippling chest and a six, almost eight pack, of washboard abs with a hint of dark hair still visible on his shaved head, is slated to be the next into the Collection module but so far, no other tasker is waiting to join him as he stands awaiting. His injector is swollen and his body awash in beads of perspiration as he stands so near to the pair inside the Collection area. Atop 03011812’s steely injector is a pearl drop of his juices formed but he knows not to waste such a valuable essence as it is another part of a tasker’s duties to offer the best of themselves in this manner to the Collective.

The gentle sighs of both 01040113 and 02180104 echo throughout the tasker’s hall, as each young tasker knows not to gasp and moan to loud as to incur the wrath of the unseen Collective, but they are overwhelmed as each explodes their juices from the ample and virile injectors.

01040113 posterior is filled with the potent juice of 02180104 while he dumps his seed into the Collector bin.

“Are you finished, 01040113?” The mechanical voice echoes in his head.

01040113 nods frantically. He is but being a young tasker he may have another trip to the Collection pod to give another offering, as each tasker can make several trips to offer up his potent seed.

“Then return to your station.” The mechanical voice says to the perspiring young tasker whose body is aglow in his remnants of his expelling.

02180104 has pulled his injector from the posterior of 01040113 and gives himself a slight smile of satisfaction. Both resume their task once they have returned to the duty stations.

03011812 steps into the Collection station but no other tasker steps in to fill the adjoining chamber at his rear. He is to only leave an offering but to not receive an offering in his posterior, perhaps next time he hopes. Perhaps.

the end for now…

01040113 is Adam.

02180104 is Brad.

03011812 is Carl.