Journey’s End is a male sexual treatment center located somewhere in Brazil

Journey’s End is a male sexual treatment center located somewhere in Brazil. The owners and operators of the facility are a group of very wealthy women who live out their most base sexual fantasies, while also conducting legitimate, in depth study of male semen, and the various extracts obtained therefrom. The men who come here do so voluntarily, and must sign special legal waivers, so that they are bound to stay here for one year, by force, if necessary.

The newest, most advanced aphrodisiacs are used at this center…hundreds of captive men must produce large quantities of seminal fluid, under the influence of the exotic drugs, and other powerful forms of inducement, such as deep hypnotic conditioning, and every form of sexual perversion possible.

Journey’s End is staffed by several hundred attractive women, each chosen for their suitability to be here, and the hapless men are milked constantly by every means possible, at times resulting in sessions that can be painful and degrading. The males are eventually able to produce large amounts of semen, and their testicles grow significantly during their time here.

There is no special age limit for the male inductees, except that the man must still be able to produce sexually viable seminal fluid, There are actually men in their sixties and seventies here, but most are between the ages of eighteen and fifty.

The inmates are kept in a constant state of sexual arousal, and are not allowed to masterbate while alone, under penalty of severe punishment. Spy cameras permeate the whole complex, and nothing is overlooked or unseen by the state of the art security center.

The inmates are well nourished and given special vitamin supplements and other health foods, so that one’s overall health here actually improves considerably during the one year mandate.

The large female staff may fuck any imate that they disire, or use them sexually in any way not permanently harmful, at any time that they are not being milked…in fact the ownership encourages this, and takes part in their own sexual gratification sessions. The males also are encouraged to perform oral copulation on each other, for those that desire this, during session appointments made by the participants.

Any form of intense sexual gratification producing ejaculation is highly encouraged here, except masterbation, paradoxically, in that it helps to increase one’s overall seminal output.

One may enter Journey’s End only after a long application process, and then only after passing a special entry enterview process. The new male inmates must sign unique waiver forms, so that once inducted into the complex, they must complete their term of usage, and may be detained and disiplined in any way deemed nessessary by the staff.

Female guards are found everywhere, and their attire consists of black jumpsuits, hand restraints, and special shock devices that produce great pain, but do no permanent damage.

The males are all here voluntarily but find that escape is a constant desire once they are subjected to the constant extraction of their male fluid day and night, and the extremely intense orgasms that accompany these sessions, and their degradation by the very attractive female staff members.

A male ‘semen production unit’, or SPU, as they are called here, must be incarcerated at the complex for one year, and cannot leave before this time limit. They may sign for another year when their term is finished, but alas no one has ever done this.

The men are not harmed physically but usually find that they have involutary ejaculation for six months after leaving, and these ejaculations can occur at any time accompanied by an intense orgasm. So obviously the released inmate requires at least a year to reacclimatize to the outside world.

One must say, however, that the inmate has experienced more orgiasmic pleasure in one year, than most males experience in several lifetimes.

All of the inmates activities here are videotaped, and every nuance of their milking and humiliation are recorded and sold worldwide to interested buyers. Each departing male also receives $100,000 for their trouble, and to help in their readust to the outside world.

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I had applied for admission to Journey’s End more than a year ago, and had finally received notification to appear at the complex for my entry interview. Needless to say, I was quite nervous, but the sexual butterflies of desire inside me drove me on, and I determined to enter, and experience what I had fantasized about for a very long time.

I masterbated two or three times a day anyway, so I figured that I wouldn’t mind producing cum for them…all they wanted. I later found that I was sadly mistaken about this, and that I would not be allowed to get my own nuts off for a year. but that countless women would, in ways I could barely have imagined.

I stood before the large entrance of the facility…the main entrance consisted of an enormous set of double doors, quite gothic in nature, and there were two large concrete lions guarding the doors, one on either side.

I went inside and followed signs to the main reception desk, which was quite modern, and was staffed by two very attractive, and seemingly humorless women, who looked at me like I were a condom that they had just discarded after sex.

I cleared my throat and tried not to tremble…”I have an appointment for an interview…”, I said, breathing heavily now, and producing an enormous hardon that I cound not control.

The darkhaired one looked at me impassively, and asked my name. When I told her, she accessed the computer, and verified my appointment. “Yes,” she said quietly, go across the hallway to Rm 001 and you will find a nurse inside. Do as she instructs and she will tell your where to go from there.” The women were staring at the wet spot on the large lump in my crouch area, and all I could detect from either was a slight, sarcastic smile.

I quickly walked across the hallway, and I was almost sick to my stomach with mixed feelings of intense sexual desire and fear, as I opened the door. I could not stop myself, it was too late, and I steeled myself, ready for anything that I might find here.

I went inside and an extremely pretty blond nurse was writing on a notepad at her desk. I stood trembling waiting for her to notice me. Finally she finished, and looked up at me in a very businesslike manner. She spoke without emotion, preparing a large hypodermic syriinge for use…”Roll up your sleeve please,” she said looking directly into my eyes.

I did so, and bared my arm for her, looking the other way. She swabbed my arm with alcohol, and jabbed the needle in, and emptied the contents.. She swabbed again and discarded the syringe.

She was gorgeous, and had a perfect ass and wonderful tits. Her white nurse’s uniform made me even hornier. “Hold still for a minute”, she whispered, “while the drug takes effect.” She put her hand down and massaged my, by now, sopping crouch front, and I nearly shot off right there.

“Hold your fucking load back and I mean it”, she said, looking at me sharply. She stopped her fondling and wiped her hand off. Suddenly I was hit by a piledriver of intense sexual desire, I was so fucking horney I almost started drooling. More cum flowed from my already rock hard penis.

I began to breath heavily and my hips pumped forward involuntarily from the extreme sexual craving I was experiencing. She grinned very slightly, and spoke in a businesslike manner…”Go down the hallway to Rm 150, down the short stairwell, and there you will receive your entry interview…and do not ejaculate on the way there!” She looked at me seriously. I grunted, my face distorted in pleasure and opened the door again, leaving the room.

I hobbled down the hallway trying desperately to think of neutral images as I neared the bottom of the stairs, and finally opened the door, and closed it behind me.

There was a petite, and very pretty woman sitting at a desk, talking on the phone. She was breathtaking, and I looked at her, almost ready to spill my wad right there. She spoke with authority over the phone. “If you have anymore problems with him, turn him over to the guards, they have their ways about them. He must learn to obey completely, without question. Yes…alright…I’ll talk to you later.”

She replaced the receiver in it’s cradle and wrote something on her notepad. She dropped her pen and sat back, looking intently at me.