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 Angela's Day with the Sire, Part 1

   by donnylaja

   Angela Chin, pre-med major in her senior year, descended to the "study
center" at the library and searched the rows of computer terminals for an
empty seat.  She had a math assignment due tomorrow that she wanted to get
out of the way.  There were empty seats here and there.  Now she saw the
bare shoulders and back of the Sire.  Not sure whether she really was ready
for it, she decided to get in next to him, placing her bookbag on the
floor, saying, "Hi, Kai-Kai."

   "Hi," the sweet freshman boy said to her with a smile, then got back to
his work.  She had gotten to know him, somewhat, while helping at the
weekly inspections in Lab 6, now that she had been lucky enough to get into
the rotation.  Physically of course she knew him extremely well, inside and
out, every detail and dimension of his reproductive apparatus, his bodily
reactions to every stage of arousal, the soapy enemas, even the interior of
his rectum and his internal glands which she had the privilege of rubbing
and manipulating to test his secretions as he gasped and moaned on that
table with all those people watching.  He was an instrument she had learned
to play well.  But interpersonally they hadn't said much to each other. 
She was curious as to what kind of personality such a boy would have.

   And she had gotten to like him.  Yes, she was engaged to Michael, who
was in Hong Kong completing his degree in International Finance, and she
had been told by everyone else on the medical team, over and over, with
various degrees of seriousness, Don't fall in love with the Sire.  Yet she
couldn't help herself.  He inspired affection and devotion in everyone who
spent any time with him.

   She pretended to work on the math while being consumed with the idea of
this naked boy next to her.  Fortunately she could do this assignment
practically without thinking so her mind was free to wander.  Now it
wandered to the floor, the bare foot next to her sneaker.  She sensed the
heat that Kai-Kai's body radiated.  She supposed his body had to generate
its own heat, being always naked, and especially when outdoors on this
cold, gray day.

   Kai-Kai sat like most guys, cross-legged with his ankle on his knee, and
Angela's knee almost touched his other foot.  These terminals were close
together.  She looked at the sole, toughened from a life of never wearing
shoes, the toes naturally spread out.  And now she looked over at his soft,
thick penis.  Instead of letting it hang down as he sat, he always draped
it over his thigh.  It was so long that it passed over the top of his thigh
and stuck out.  The tip was just a couple of inches from her jeans.  She
looked down at it out of the corner of her eye.  Now Kai-Kai shifted in his
chair and it almost touched her!  She inhaled.  Now he shifted again and it
moved away.  She exhaled.

   To her great embarrassment she noticed that he was looking at her
looking at his penis.  "Sorry," she whispered.

   A tolerant smile.  "No, that's ok," he whispered back.

   She blushed and remembered what one of the other pre-med women told her,
that it was impossible not to be honest with Kai-Kai, and that he welcomed
it.  "It's just that -- I can't stop looking at . . ."

   She badly wanted to touch it.  He read her mind and said, "Go ahead."

   Biting her lip, she reached over and picked up the soft, warm appendage,
placing her grip about mid-shaft, maybe two inches from the beginning of
the glans.  She sensed the girl behind her noticing this but then going
back to her work.  It was pretty common for people to handle Kai-Kai's
penis.  One time on the quad, when his hands were full, she saw someone
draw it up and shake it as a substitute for shaking his hand.

   Even soft, it was too thick for her fingers to go all the way around it.
She was surprised at how much effort it took to heft off his thigh.  "Wow,
it's heavy," she found herself whispering.  The boy smiled.  Then she let
it down, carefully placing it on his thigh in the exact place it was
before. "Thank you." He smiled again.

   The clothed young woman and the naked boy went back to working on their
assignments.  After about fifteen minutes the freshman got up.  "Well, see
you later." In fact he would certainly see her tomorrow, during the weekly
inspection.  Though physically she would be seeing a great deal more of
*him*, than the other way around.

   "I'm finished too," Angela said, closing the program.

   "Want to go to the snack bar?" They both stood up.  Angela was only five
feet two but Kai-Kai, in his bare feet and with his small frame, was only a
little bit taller.  They walked out the library onto the windy quad.  It
was not cold enough for snow but the clouds were heavy and it seemed to be
threatening rain.  Angela pulled her jacket tighter as she strode next to
the naked boy who seemed oblivious to the cold.

   The entrance of the Sire into the Campus Snack Bar was noticed only by a
few turning of heads.  He stood out with his bare skin of course, and his
prominent genitals.  But he lived just off campus and was a full time
student, so everyone was used to seeing him around.  Once he and Angela got
their coffee they sat in his usual booth near the exit.  Presently they
were joined by Phil and Duvon, two other freshmen guys.

   Angela was more or less a spectator as the three young men talked about
classes, professors, the food, and new places they had discovered on campus
or in town.  Angela, a senior, already had experienced some of these
professors and other things but didn't chime in.  She was a pretty girl and
knew herself being glanced at now and then by Kai-Kai's friends.  She also
knew her presence was putting a damper on the conversation.  Without her,
Phil and Duvon would probably be talking about which girl had the biggest
breasts on campus, or the disgusting habits of their dorm roommates, with
Kai-Kai listening silently.  Now they got onto the topic of computer
gaming, like teenage boys do, and Kai-Kai spoke occasionally.  He had a
soft, gentle voice, not like his friends who spoke fast and more loudly and
were always trying to be funny.  Phil and Duvon were talking about the need
for more RAM and bigger hard drives.  "You don't need such huge power,"
Kai-Kai said.  "I like the simpler games on my old laptop." His friends
talked about other friends.  Among freshman guys, on the topic of computer
bigness Kai-Kai was in the minority, it appeared.

   Now Kai-Kai turned his head toward the entrance and his companions
turned to see what he was looking at.  It was a dark-skinned Asian woman of
about 35, with weathered features but still attractive.  She wore a strange
kind of fur coat and furry boots.  It was cold today but she seemed dressed
for the Arctic.

   Kai-Kai instinctively rose as he always did when an older person
approached.  His penis was so long that the tip didn't bob up over the edge
of the table as he stood up.  "Hello, Mrs.  Piri," he said, bowing.

   "Hello, kind Kai-Kai," she said in a heavy accent that Angela couldn't
quite place.  Not from China, at least.  "Your girlfriend drove me around
the area, it is very pretty." Kai-Kai blushed at the mention of Marikit,
the freshman girl from the Philippines he had been "going steady" with, and
then looked past to see if she was with this woman; she wasn't.  The woman
then said, "I like to talk to you before we meet."

   To everyone, but mostly to Angela, Kai-Kai said, "This is Mrs.  Piri,
from Chukchi, who is the I-6 today." In other words, the sixth "impreg"
scheduled for today.  Angela was struck by how well, for all of Phil's and
Duvon's teenage boy immaturity, they took this news in stride as they
politely clasped the woman's hand.  Their friend had just told them, in his
understated way, that he would be ejaculating into this older woman at
about 7:30 this evening.

   "Where is Chukchi?" Duvon said as his black-skinned hand released the
woman's brown one.

   "It's in Siberia, near Alaska," Kai-Kai said.  The woman nodded.

   "I'm Angela Chin, I'm on the medical team," Angela said.  She was only
22 but she felt like she and Mrs.  Piri were adult women among boys.

   "Kind Kai-Kai, can I speak with you?" After a moment's hesitation the
naked boy got out of the booth, leaving his bookbag behind with Angela, and
went outside with her.

   Phil and Duvon went on talking about gaming, in the self-absorbed way
teenage guys do, hardly noticing that Angela was there, not that she
minded. She was wondering what was going on with Mrs.  Piri.  As she sipped
her coffee, facing the guys, her eyes darted toward the window and the
nearby corner of the quad where the naked Sire and the fur-clad woman were
talking.  She couldn't stop noticing how Kai-Kai never seemed to mind being
naked out in the cold.  His flaccid penis shrank and hardened a little bit
in the brisk wind, though it was still bigger than an average man's full
erection.  As for the conversation, it was mostly the woman talking and
Kai-Kai listening.  She was obviously worried about something.  Finally to
Angela's surprise they hugged.  She wondered how her fur coat felt to
Kai-Kai against his bare skin on a day like this.  Did he ever long for
covering?

   "We gotta go," Phil and Duvon said.  They said bye to Kai-Kai passing
through the door.  Mrs.  Piri had gone her own way, leaving Angela alone
with the Sire.

   "What did she want?" Angela said.

   She immediately thought she had no business asking but as always Kai-Kai
was open and honest.  In his quiet voice he said, "Her tribe does not
approve."

   "What? . . .  I thought all that was taken care of during the
application process."

   "She says they consulted the local government but not the tribal
elders."

   "Uh - oh."

   "It's not what you think.  From what I read, it's an Arctic culture and
in those really harsh conditions, they sometimes, um, share their wives. 
But still, to them the Project is strange." Kai-Kai went on dispassionately
as if he were a bright high schooler giving a class report.  "The Chukchis
have a history of being double-crossed by the Russians.  And the Soviets.
The Soviets almost destroyed them through relocation.  So they're really
jealous of anything foreign to their culture."

   Angela thought for a moment.  "So she wants to back out?"

   "She's being pressured to, but no.  She wants to be part of the Project.
The elders disagree, they want their people to stay separate, but she wants
them to, like, integrate more into the wider world.  With a Project child
in the village they'll be exposed to visiting scientists, and maybe the
other kids will be encouraged to grow up to achieve new things, instead of
hunting reindeer.  The reindeer habit is being destroyed anyway by global
warming.  It's really sad."

   "Wow . . .  But isn't it a patriarchal culture?  If she wants to be in
the Project, can't they overrule her?"

   "Not if she has a Project child.  Pregnant women are important in their
culture.  But until then she doesn't have a lot of, uh, bargaining power.
They'd rather she leave right away but they have to let her stay until
tonight."

   "Why would they agree to that?"

   "The Russians know when I'm supposed to inseminate her.  If she leaves
before that, they will know that it didn't happen.  That will cause trouble
for the tribe I suppose." He paused and looked outside to where Mrs.  Piri
had disappeared from view.

   "A complicated situation," Angela said, maybe a bit condescendingly, as
if helping the boy understand, even though he apparently did.

   "Yes.  I kind of see where the elders are coming from.  But I think Mrs.
Piri is right, and she's being really brave. . .  I want to help her. 
Tonight I want to give her a really big load."

   Angela smiled at how people in the Project sometimes lapsed into vulgar
expressions like "load", but conceded that it was short and descriptive. 
She was impressed by this boy's intelligence, his knowledge of all the
women he'd read up on, their cultures.  And his determination to give Mrs.
Piri as many sperm as he could, to ensure that she get pregnant.  Kai-Kai
had a childish belief that if he ejaculated more, the woman was more likely
to get pregnant, even though that wasn't really true.  He was an obedient
and conscientious boy and didn't want to let the women down (or the
Project).  Not that there was much danger of that.  The number of women who
didn't get pregnant with Kai-Kai -- what the Project called the "drop rate"
-- was less than one percent.

   Also Angela was impressed by the boy's ability to explain things, like
this situation with the Chukchi.  "You should be an English major, if you
write the way you talk."

   Kai-Kai blushed, as he always did when being complimented.  "I like
being a Library Science major, with a minor in Dance." Of course, he was
only a freshman, and could easily change majors.  From what Angela had been
told, Kai-Kai liked cooking and interior design, and growing flowers.  He
disliked rough sports.  And an occupational aptitude test showed that the
calling he was most suited for was housewife.  He was the most feminine of
boys.

   "Why don't you come to my house for dinner today?" Kai-Kai said out of
the blue.  "Mom always wants to meet the medical team, and I haven't
invited you yet."

   "What? . . .  Um, sure."

   "Let me call my mother. . .  Mom, can Angela Chin come to dinner
tonight? She's on the medical team. . .  No I already made it. . . 
Thanks." After he ended the call he said, "You'll like her.  She was an
English major too.  Number 12 Rodney Street, right off campus.  Six
o'clock."

   "I'm not . . ." Angela wasn't an English major but didn't feel like
correcting Kai-Kai.  "Thanks.  Should I bring anything?"

   "No, I made lasagna this morning.  And I set up the salad, we'll be all
set."

   Kai-Kai had just mentioned his minor in Dance, and as if on cue, two of
Kai-Kai's dance major friends arrived.  One was a tall Hispanic ballerina
type wearing a beret, with tights and dance slippers under a fashionable
coat.  "Hi, Rosa, this is Angela Chin, on the medical team." Despite
slinging a huge backpack, Rosa curtsied gracefully.  The other was a tall
white youth named Jason who did not hide his lustful appreciation of
Kai-Kai's nude body.  Looking him up and down, he said, "Hello, O Large
One," even though Kai-Kai was a good deal shorter than him.  It was jokey;
everyone knew Jason lusted after Kai-Kai but he was spoken for.  To add
insult to injury, his high-school-prom type relationship with Marikit made
everyone's eyes roll with its cuteness.

   Rosa and Jason chatted with Kai-Kai as he got his cell phone from his
bookbag.  "Time for I-4," he said.  "See you later." Referring to the
fourth insemination of the day, scheduled for 1:15 p.m.

   Part 2

   Angela, having some uncommitted time, was going to go to her dorm room
for a bit but decided to walk along with Kai-Kai as they went down the
hall. In the lobby was a tall, heavy-set black woman of about 45, carefully
and elegantly dressed in well-arranged graying dredlocks, a coat covering a
long print dress, and heels.  She looked like she was going to church.  Her
large face was very attractive and she had a wide, warm smile.

   The Sire said, "Good afternoon, Mrs.  Hatwood."

   Mrs.  Hatwood gave her hand to the nude boy, looking down at his face
because she was taller than him.  Then with her natural maternal affection
she gave him a hug.  "Nice to see you again, Kai-Kai."

   He introduced her to Angela and, without mentioning where anyone was
going, the three of them walked out onto the quad.  Then Angela mentioned
going to her dorm but they were all walking in the same direction.  It
turned out Kai-Kai and Mrs.  Hatwood were going to the dorm next to
Angela's.  "They've set up the dorm director's room for us, he's away this
week," Kai-Kai explained.

   "I -- I didn't know there was a different place each time," Angela said.
She had only a vague idea as to how impregs were arranged.

   "Of course," the Sire said.  "It's up to the woman.  Usually on campus
but anywhere they want.  So long as can I get to my classes on time."

   "I wanted something like a regular bedroom," Mrs.  Hatwood said.  "Here,
why don't you see.  I checked it out yesterday." She already had a card for
the dorm; she swiped it as they entered from the side door.  She sounded
like she was Angela's aunt showing a room she had made up for Angela for a
sleepover, instead of a room for Kai-Kai to do his inseminating.

   "Very -- nice," Angela said awkwardly when they entered.  It was just a
regular dorm room, though unusually done up, with a lot of furniture.  She
didn't know who the dorm director was here, but it was obviously a guy,
judging from the clothes in the open closet and the posters.  In her view
campus guys were incredible slobs but this place was pretty neat.  She
imagined Mrs.  Hatwood as the dorm director's mother in the habit of coming
in every day to straighten things out.

   Since they'd brought her in there, Angela thought it wouldn't be
inappropriate to ask about what was about to happen.  She pointed to the
bed in the corner.  "So you will do the -- the impreg -- there?"

   "Actually," Kai-Kai said, "she wants the mattress on the floor." Angela
noticed that Kai-Kai was being more assertive than usual, not so quiet, now
that they were setting up an impreg.  Well, that kind of figured.  Impregs
were a frequent fact of his daily life, more common than meals.  Not so for
the woman, so it made sense that he would be the one to set things up, to
put the woman at ease.

   Not that Mrs.  Hatwood seemed in the least unsure of herself.  "Here,
next to the window," she said, as if directing a man to move furniture. 
The naked boy carefully removed the blankets from the bed and pulled the
mattress off the frame, sliding it along the floor to the requested place.

   Oh God, Angela, thought -- they were about to "do it"!  "I - I really
should go."

   "You've never seen an 'impreg' before?" Mrs.  Hatwood said, turning her
head as if in surprise, her dredlocks swinging around her shoulders.

   "N - no."

   "I thought you were on the medical team."

   "It's -- not part of my job."

   "Well then you should see one," Mrs.  Hatwood said.  "It's o.k.  with
me." Which was clear from the way she had been acting.  She had probably
checked the appropriate box on her application (of course the Sire did not
have any say in the matter).  Angela tried to hide her surprise but
couldn't.  Mrs.  Hatwood comforted her.  "George and I have been practicing
this moment for weeks.  Though," she said, turning to Kai-Kai, "he's had a
vasectomy so we weren't worried." They laughed together, the elegantly
dressed 45-year-old housewife, and the naked boy who was about to put his
penis into her vagina.

   Angela briefly thought of this aspect of the life of a P-1 (women who
had been accepted into the Program) or a P-2 (those who had been scheduled
for insemination but hadn't yet been flown in for their week here).  During
all that time they had to make sure they didn't get pregnant from their own
husbands.  And of course after they returned home (as "P-5's") they had to
abstain further, for two weeks, to make sure that the husband's sperm
didn't "overtake" Kai-Kai's sperm in the race to fertilize her egg.  All
that abstinence would be a trial for those couples who for cultural or
religious reasons restricted themselves to penis-in-vagina sex.

   "Have a seat," Kai-Kai said, motioning to the chair at the desk.

   "Oh . . .  ok . . .  um, thank you." Angela sat down, biting her lip,
looking here and there.  She was still the product of a conservative
Chinese-American upbringing and realized to her horror that she was
expected to look directly at the copulating couple, and that to look
anywhere else would be ridiculous.  She had been curious about how impregs
were actually done.  She felt like some kind of voyeur pervert but how else
did she expect to find out?

   As the Sire stood and waited respectfully, Mrs.  Hatwood took off her
coat, then reached under her dress to remove her panties.  With a little
grunt she spread her legs and reached up further and pulled something out.
What emerged from under her dress was a dildo covered with some kind of
lubrication.  It was so big that Angela could not believe it had actually
fit inside her, even a woman as large as Mrs.  Hatwood.

   "What is that?" Angela asked.

   Mrs.  Hatwood was suddenly out of breath after having pulled the huge
object out of her, so Kai-Kai answered.  "That is what's called a
retainer," Kai-Kai said.  "Each woman is encouraged to put it in a couple
of hours before the impreg, or maybe the night before if they can."

   "Why?"

   "Um . . .  so they can get used to . . .  me . . ." Kai-Kai's voice
trailed off and he blushed deeply.  Of course the dildo's purpose was
obvious and she kicked herself for asking the question and making Kai-Kai
answer it.  Kai-Kai was embarrassed by the size of his penis, or at least
the fact that it was unavoidably intimidating for the women he was assigned
to inseminate.  He had a great fear of hurting someone with it.  Maybe that
explained his shy and gentle personality.  He didn't want to stick out,
since that other part of him stuck out way too much.  He was even sensitive
about the force of his ejaculations.  During a series of experiments in Lab
6 they found he could launch semen almost three meters.  When they
congratulated him on his excellent muscle tone, his response was, "Won't my
spurts hurt when they hit her cervix?"

   Angela reflected on all the logistical difficulties the Project had to
deal with.  Processing applications, interviews, fertility and impreg
schedules, controlling public access, logistics . . .  Penis size was
another one, and one which the Project planners could not have anticipated.
Unlike testicle size -- the Sire's testicles could be expected to become
extremely large, given the output demanded of them -- an overly large penis
literally "got in the way".  Kai-Kai had that uniquely perfect DNA; that
was why he was the Sire.  It would have been even more perfect had the
Sire's penis been just average size, or even better, smaller than average.
But the fact that it turned out to be enormous created a new set of
difficulties.  As Dr.  Chatterjee, the Project's Medical Director, told her
once, when Kai-Kai was not around, "In my thirty years as a urologist I
have seen perhaps twenty thousand penises.  I've seen a couple as long as
Kai-Kai's, and maybe a few as thick, but none that were that long AND that
thick. . .  It's almost four standard deviations from the norm."

   The extreme size of the Sire's penis had required substantial
restrictions on possible procreators.  Angela had read about it in the
voluminous Project memos in the "Sire Project Collection" on file at the
college library.  Originally the women had to be physically fit, fertile,
have strictly regular periods (to assist in scheduling), and be in a happy
marriage which would not be disrupted by being impregnated by the Sire and
raising "his" child as one of the family's own.  So gynecological and
psychological tests alone were adequate.  But with the added factor of the
Sire's penis size, rather crude physical requirements had to be added: to
be over age 30, to have large vaginas as confirmed by standardized
measuring, and to have had two pregnancies brought to term via vaginal
delivery.  These additions only emphasized the "livestock breeding" aspect
of the Project, as if the gentle boy and the women he ejaculated into were
animals to be matched up, a stud with mares.  Unavoidable of course but
Project personnel wished they hadn't been forced to be so obvious about it.

   Angela did not know if Kai-Kai had read anything in that vast library
collection that was centered on him (or rather, on his reproductive
apparatus).  But he was well aware that very few women could comfortably
accept a penis as large as his, and that the Project had to go through a
lot of trouble to take account of this fact.  He felt guilty about it, even
though it was hardly his fault.  Fortunately in his daily life in campus
and around town everyone took his size in stride.  After all, they saw his
genitals all the time due to Kai-Kai's constant nudity and got used to the
sight.  Sometimes (like with Duvon) they even made jokey references to it.
Angela had even seen people greet Kai-Kai by reaching down and shaking his
penis like they were shaking his hand.  He was so used to other people
handling it that it was nothing to him.

   Looking at that dildo again, Angela reflexively squeezed her legs
together at the thought of ever trying to get such a thing inside her.  It
wasn't even as big as Kai-Kai at full erection, though it didn't need to
be. A real penis, not matter how erect and hard, was not made of unyielding
plastic; it had a certain amount of "give".

   Mrs.  Hatwood sat down on the mattress.  Now out of her pocketbook she
got a tube of lubricant.  Kai-Kai obediently held his penis out for her as
she smeared the jelly all over the glans with four fingers, then continued
a couple of inches up the shaft.  In the process Kai-Kai's penis grew to
almost full erection.  "You're a LOT bigger than my George, so be careful,
child," in her maternal way, an instruction entirely unnecessary for this
gentle boy.

   Angela had heard that women were given the option of disrobing for an
impreg but in fact they always chose to stay fully clothed.  Mrs.  Hatwood
was no exception.  She didn't even take off her shoes, lying back on her
elbows and hitching her dress up just enough to allow entry.  Angela
couldn't even make out her vagina in the darkness under the hem.

   Kai-Kai knelt down on the mattress, penis in hand.  At a signal from
Mrs. Hatwood he walked forward on his knees and placed his glans against
the older woman's vaginal lips, then rubbed it up and down.  In the process
the boy's penis extended to its full nine-plus inches.  Now he tentatively
inserted the glans which Angela knew was now the size of a large plum. 
Mrs. Hatwood, knowing what to expect, still gasped at the intrusion.

   As Angela watched she was struck by the difference in body size. 
Kai-Kai's penis might be huge but it was not visible from where she was and
his body was slight, while Mrs.  Hatwood was a large woman.  The boy looked
even smaller due to his lack of clothing, and the age difference.  There
was a contrast in skin color but it was not that noticeable since so little
of Mrs.  Hatwood was exposed.  It was like a race of little people trying
to impregnate a race of giants.

   Kai-Kai's little butt carefully pushed forward, then back, with
well-practiced motions as Mrs.  Hatwood kept her legs open, holding her
ankles through the dress fabric.  Angela imagined that Mrs.  Hatwood had
frequent, worry-free sex with her husband, but with Kai-Kai care had to be
taken.  The penis wedged her open millimeter by millimeter.  When she
wanted him to hold back, she opened her fingers.  When it was ok for him to
advance, she folded them.  Angela wondered if they had arranged these
signals beforehand, at the Welcome Dinner on Sunday night.  Or maybe they
were standard hand signals for all impregs.

   Gradually Kai-Kai sawed in, further and further.  Their breathing got
heavier.  Male pheromones and female musk wafted through the room and
Angela found herself getting a little aroused by these natural stimuli. 
She wondered how much of Kai-Kai's penis he was allowed to get inside Mrs.
Hatwood.  From the motions of his butt she guessed maybe five or six
inches, which considering Kai-Kai's girth meant Mrs.  Hatwood was
accommodating more than twice the volume of the average man's full
erection. Yet she was not hurting.  Evidently Mr.  George Hatwood had a
larger than average penis himself.

   A sudden gasp of either pain or pleasure broke Mrs.  Hatwood's easygoing
character.  Kai-Kai froze in place.  She nodded and he resumed.  Now
another gasp, much louder.  Angela knew how thin dorm walls could be and
glanced at the door.  Surely someone out in the hall heard that.

   Now another gasp, and another.  Followed by the higher pitched gasp of
the boy.  They escalated quickly.  Now Angela recognized the onset of
female orgasm, which for Mrs.  Hatwood was expressed by a series of short
wordless voicings.  "Huh -- huh -- huh -- huh --"

   Kai-Kai's motions stopped, followed by a soft low groan that sounded
strange coming from him.  Or at least it sounded strange to Angela who was
observing her first impreg.  Now, upward thrusts of his tight little butt
signaled the delivery of thick ropes of his DNA up into Mrs.  Hatwood's
uterus.  Spasm after spasm shook both of them.  Angela realized she had
never actually seen Kai-Kai in orgasm; at the weekly inspections he was
kept at the brink without being allowed to go over.  She was surprised at
how long his spasms continued, after Mrs.  Hatwood had finished hers and
lay in repose.  Finally with a couple of irregular jolts he was finished
too.

   It was only then that the bodies of both became shiny and humid with
sweat.  In the only sign of intimacy, Kai-Kai fell forward onto Mrs. 
Hatwood's blouse, onto her breasts, panting, as the older woman held the
boy's head in her hands and kissed him gently on his damp hair.

   Angela found her eyes getting wet.  Despite the mechanical nature of the
world of Sire impregs, and the bureaucratic public health character of the
Project that had brought Kai-Kai and Mrs.  Hatwood together, she had
witnessed something like a sacred moment.

   Part 3

   Angela, sitting in the back seat, felt like a chaperone, older than this
crowd of freshmen who impulsively decided to drive down to South Campus to
see the arboretum.  It was too far to walk, about five miles away, so
Marikit volunteered her car, and being a good girl, she was a careful
driver.  Not that Rosa and Duvon were careful passengers, joking around in
the back and tickling each other, and both attacking Kai-Kai, sitting
nakedly vulnerable in the middle.  It was not a fair fight but he was a
good sport.

   In the front passenger seat Angela looked out the window at the
darkening clouds.  She smiled at freshman foolishness.  They all knew it
looked like rain but they got the idea to go anyway.  She and Kai-Kai had
just said goodbye to Mrs.  Hatwood outside the dorm, when Kai-Kai got
invited to go with them, and she got dragged along.  Well, she didn't mind.

   The arboretum was a big place, and here in blustery early March, with no
flowers yet, and under a dark sky, it looked different than what Angela
remembered from last summer, when it was a bright riot of every flower that
could be grown in this climate.  Now under the heavy clouds it looked
creepy, and with its endless twisty paths under bare trees looked like a
haunted forest from a fairy tale, with the house of a wicked witch
somewhere in there.

   But the kids got a kick out of the "evil fairy tale" setting and were
having a giddy great time.  Angela tried to keep up but couldn't, with the
teenage freshmen swinging from trees and running around.  Except for
Marikit they were dance students, and did various dance and ballet bits
along the pathways.  Kai-Kai did his specialty, a kind of twirl measured so
that his penis swung out in time with the rest of him.  He also did
cartwheels, the penis pointing down in rhythm with the landing of his hands
and feet, in five-beat time, hand-hand-foot-penis-foot,
hand-hand-foot-penis-foot, as if he had two and a half legs.  Duvon could
not help recording a video on his smart phone.  Maybe so he could
masturbate to it later in his dorm room.

   Kai-Kai, as one might expect, was frequently asked to pose for art
majors, which was fortunate because the college was always short of male
models for the figure drawing classes.  His body was a little too thin for
"classical" posing, lacking the bulging muscles artists traditionally
preferred, and of course his genitals were out of proportion.  But
otherwise his thinly muscled body, relatively hairless, evenly tanned and
well-toned, was, everyone agreed, beautiful.  And he could easily pose with
a natural attitude since he was naked all the time anyway.  He avoided
posing in the classroom; he seemed to think that was "cheating", since for
the other models taking off clothes was a brave thing, but he was a
stranger to clothes anyway.  He also wouldn't accept payment.  At any rate
his class schedule (and schedule of impregs) didn't leave time for it. 
Instead, he posed in the course of his daily life.  It didn't matter where,
so long as the presence of art students was not disruptive.  In his Intro
Psychology class, he would sit at the end of the row so that he could
listen and take notes while art students sitting on the floor could draw
him.  Or they could sit by and draw him while he did standing dumbbell
curls in the gym in Body Conditioning II.  Or sometimes, just on the quad
chatting with friends sitting at a table, he would stand up in various
poses for his audience of aspiring artists as the breeze fluffed his pubic
hair and raised goose bumps on his bare butt.  At the request of some of
the more adventurous students he would even lift his penis up against his
chest so they could sketch his testicles, or hitch one foot up, bend
forward and spread his butt cheeks, so that they could do a detailed study
of his anus.  All while talking casually with friends or paying attention
in class.

   He was also used to being photographed, and today was no exception. 
Marikit snapped photos of her naked boyfriend standing up on a branch as if
surveying his chilly forest realm, hiding behind a tree so that it looked
like it had sprouted genitals, hanging upside down with his penis reaching
down past his navel, and finally standing up on a high branch, smiling down
at Marikit between his gritty blackened soles.  It was cold and blustery of
course but the naked boy's exertions kept him warm.  After he jumped down
to the soft mulchy ground he took photos of Marikit in various poses that
were more conventional (holding a dead twig "flower" under her nose and
looking up coyly, or smiling with arms crossed and one leg bent) but were
just as much a sign of their cute affection for each other.

   Now as they should have expected it started raining, first a few drops
but in a minute quickening into a torrent of icy needles.  The five of them
were far from the car so they had to hurry, four running wildly with their
hands over their heads.  Kai-Kai didn't care about getting wet of course.
To him it was just a bracing shower, and bare skin dries quickly.  He
followed with a lazy two-and-a-half-legged lope, with a sense of fun, not
desperation, and got into the car last, in the back seat behind Angela.

   As Marikit started the car everyone shivered from the cold and wet,
except for the one who never wore clothes.  Then as she turned onto the
public highway the kids got to talking about school again and joking
around. They were all college students but Angela felt, again, like she was
the only adult, though a shy one.  She looked over at Marikit and she
realized that even she was more outgoing than Angela had been at that age.

   The rain was really coming down now and Marikit had to drive slow.  Even
with the wipers going fast it was hard to see.  Now as she turned onto the
road that led to campus there was a line of cars in front of them and
Marikit had to slow to a crawl.  This was unusual.  "What's going on?" she
said.  The rain was still coming down steadily.  Maybe an accident?

   "Looks like a traffic stop," Rosa said, speaking loudly so that she
could be heard over the din of raindrops on the car's roof.

   "Hope your registration is current," Duvon said.

   "Don't worry, it is.  And my inspection sticker."

   "What about that tail light?"

   "Oh darn." For Marikit this was strong language.  "Forgot about that."

   But it was not the police.  It was three big men in strange-looking
suits, standing under their umbrellas next to a limousine.  They were not
stopping cars; people were just rubbernecking at them.  Marikit was about
to pass them when one got right in front of her and held his hand up.

   "What the hell?" Rosa said.

   The man, an old Asian with a weathered face, holding his umbrella above
him, came up to the driver's side window.  Marikit opened it up a crack.

   In a heavily accented voice he said, "Is the Sire here?"

   In the back seat, Duvon jabbed Kai-Kai in the hip and whispered, "Duck!"

   "I -- don't know what you mean," Marikit said uneasily.

   "You should not lie to me," the man said, in a louder voice.  Not
wanting to put his friends in danger, Kai-Kai got out and walked around to
the driver's side.

   The naked boy faced the man in the suit, the man looking in surprise at
him up and down.  The man was big and powerfully built, looking twice
Kai-Kai's size.  He made no attempt to share his umbrella and the rain
quickly plastered Kai-Kai's hair to his head.

   "Are you the Sire?"

   "Uh . . .  yes."

   "You sound uncertain."

   "It's just that no one ever calls me that."

   His body was now sleek with the cold pouring rain.  It ran off his nose,
off his chin, and now it flowed down his chest and past his concave tummy
and now a little stream started dribbling off the end of his penis. 
Kai-Kai's penis never hung straight down, it always pointed forward a
little even when flaccid, so it was a little stream hitting the ground a
couple of feet in front of him.

   The man with the umbrella walked away from the car and Kai-Kai followed
him.  Marikit pulled over so that the cars behind her could proceed.  As
Angela and the others waited in the car they saw the man talking to Kai-Kai
and maybe asking him questions.  Whatever he was saying, he was aggressive
and pushy about it as he leaned down to talk to the drenched naked boy. 
Kai-Kai seemed worried but he answered perfectly calmly.  They knew him as
a quiet, shy boy but now they also saw that he was brave.  He had a calm
center.

   After a few minutes the two stood still, not speaking, the fully dressed
man under the umbrella looking down at the naked boy with cold rain pouring
all over him.  Then Kai-Kai came to the car.  His wet body was flushed with
the cold and he had goose pimples all over.  His flaccid penis had shrunk a
bit, gotten red and a little hard in the cold, though it was still bigger
than an average man's full erection.  Marikit had closed the window to keep
the rain out but now opened it a crack.

   "Could I have my cell phone?"

   Marikit was about to reach back for it but then said, "You should make
the call in here."

   "No . . .  I really should make the call in front of Mr.  Bombogor."

   "Who? . . .  oh," she said, realizing he meant the man in the suit.

   "And I need something to cover it with from the rain.  Could you get me
. . .  "

   "Kai-Kai," Rosa said, "just take your whole bookbag."

   "No, I can't do that. . .  My dance class folder.  It's plastic and
there's nothing in it right now."

   Kai-Kai was given his cell phone and, shielding it in the rain with the
little folder, began to make a call in front of the man in the suit.  With
an imperious flick of his hand the man motioned Kai-Kai to walk with him
further onto the grass, apparently so that Kai-Kai would be out of earshot
of his friends in the car.  It was silly, the man not sharing his umbrella
even to protect Kai-Kai's cell phone.  Also the little folder was not big
enough to shield Kai-Kai's head, just the phone, so as he made the call and
spoke on the phone the rain was still pouring onto him.  Cold water was
running from his hair down past his lips so at times it looked like he was
spitting as he spoke.  Bits of wet grass stuck to his bare feet.

   Kai-Kai spoke on the phone in front of the man for about two minutes. 
He ended the call and said something to the man.  Now the man motioned for
Kai-Kai to get into the limousine.  Kai-Kai shook his head.

   In a minute the other two men, who had retreated into the limousine,
came out.  They were almost as big as the first man and the three of them,
all dry under their umbrellas, surrounded the naked soaked boy.

   "This is scary," Marikit said.

   "What is this, a firing squad?" Rosa said.

   "It would just be a circular firing squad," Duvon said.  "We're
witnesses to this."

   "You're right," Marikit said.  She got out her own phone, rolled down
the window, and started recording the scene.  The men didn't notice this
but Kai-Kai did, even though the rain cascading down his hair impeded his
vision.  He shook his head at her.  The men turned to see Marikit putting
down her phone and rolling the window back up.

   "We're still witnesses," Marikit said.

   Angela, who felt like a helpless spectator to all this, finally found
herself useful.  She was in the front seat with a clear view of the
limousine.  "I'll text you the license plate of that limo."

   "Good, thanks," Marikit said.

   Now the men's conversation got more animated.  They bore down on the
naked boy in their midst, their umbrellas shaking as they gestured with
their hands.  Kai-Kai listened and shook his head.  By chance the spout of
water running off his penis shifted and hit the shoe of one of the men, who
instinctively jerked his foot away.

   Everyone in the car laughed which broke the tension.  "Give it to him
Kai-Kai!" Duvon exclaimed.

   "He's a dog marking his territory," Rosa said.

   Finally the four of them out on the grass just stood there, the naked
boy in the cold rain surrounded by the big well-dressed men under
umbrellas. Kai-Kai held his phone down by his hip, tucked inside the
plastic folder.  The men seemed to be waiting for him to say something but
he didn't.  And now finally a concession to the elements, Kai-Kai started
shivering.  His goose pimples had gotten bigger and his whole body was a
little purplish now.

   The first man said something.  Kai-Kai again shook his head, his legs
starting to shiver too.  More moments of silence.

   "They're using the cold to torture him," Rosa observed.  They all knew
Kai-Kai had been naked since birth (except for wearing diapers as an
infant) and was resistant to the cold, but even he had his limits.  For
example, in winter he could play outside in the snow, but not all day.  He
certainly could not stay out indefinitely if he was standing still and
being inundated with cold water and wind.

   Duvon said, "Why doesn't he just walk away?" Angela had some kind of
idea as to what this was about, but it wasn't concrete enough to put into
words.  He continued, "They can't do anything to him really.  Not with the
four of us watching,"

   Kai-Kai, shivering, looked each man in the eye.  Finally the men walked
away, into the limousine which quickly sped off.

   Kai-Kai walked stiffly back to the car.  Marikit rolled down the window.
"Come on, Kai-Kai, you're freezing.  Get in.  You need to go home for a hot
shower." The others agreed.

   "C - can't do that n - now," he said, his shivering impeding his words.
"It's ab - bout Mrs.  Piri.  I've g - got to go see Ms.  C - canworthy."
Ethel Canworthy was the Project coordinator.  Her office was in the Project
Guest House just off campus.  "I'll c - call you." He got his bookbag and
slung it over his shoulder.

   The four clothed young people sitting in the car watched as their gentle
friend took the short cut through the woods, the freezing, wet, naked Sire
scampering through the cold rain on tough bare feet over stumps and rocks
and fallen branches.  Soon he disappeared from view.

   Part 4

   It was a little before four o'clock when Angela saw Kai-Kai again, in
the Student Union lobby.  She had been concerned about him but apparently
all was well now, or at least not a crisis.  He was leaning on his
backpack, bracing himself with one foot flat against the wall behind him,
chatting with Marikit and a very white-skinned woman who looked about 30.
The woman was strange looking for this campus and Angela figured she must
be a P-3 or a P-4 here for the week.  She was dressed all in black in
"Goth" style, with nose and ear piercings and a snake tattoo circling her
neck.  She had on a black leather jacket over a paisley denim miniskirt,
and ripped tights and boots with chains on them.  She was carrying a long
black bag with a strap that went over her shoulder.  She was also chewing
gum and not smiling.

   "Hi, Kai-Kai," Angela said, trying not to look at her too closely. 
"Glad you've gotten thawed out.  We were worried about you."

   "Once I got inside again I was all right," he said.

   Marikit was munching on a carrot.  She quickly swallowed and said,
"Those guys from Siberia found us because I had driven Mrs.  Piri around
town and they made her describe my car.  So they were waiting for us."

   "It's all patched up now," Kai-Kai said.  "So don't worry."

   This resolution seemed awfully pat to Angela, who was replaying the
scary scene in her mind, the three big men in suits under umbrellas bearing
down on the naked Kai-Kai, drenched in the freezing rain.  "I thought those
guys were going to strangle you.  Or kidnap you in their limo."

   "Well, that was . . .  strange," the Sire allowed.

   Angela wondered what had really gone on, and what Ms.  Canworthy had
said when the naked boy walked into her office dripping wet to report on
what had happened.  Angela knew Kai-Kai would tell her the truth if she
asked.  But she didn't feel like exploring the topic in front of this
off-putting Goth woman.

   "You were great -- my brave boyfriend, standing up to the Siberian
strongmen," Marikit said, rubbing Kai-Kai's arm affectionately.  And then
kissing him on the cheek, which caused him to blush further.

   "Careful with that girl, Kai-Kai," the Goth woman said.  "Save yourself
for marriage." She laughed, a kind of cynical laugh.

   Kai-Kai rolled his eyes.  To Angela he said, "This is Grier, the I-5 for
today."

   Angela nodded to Grier uncertainly.  Grier said, "He's lucky to get me.
I'm the best."

   The Sire exhaled.  Marikit saved the awkward moment.  "Not your typical
procreator." She finished her carrot.  "Sorry, I've gained a couple of
pounds.  I'm on fruits and vegetables today." Out of a brown bag she got a
plum.  She looked at it, deciding where to bite first.  It was twice as big
as her mouth.  She opened as wide as she could but could only bite off a
small piece.  At this Grier snorted.

   "Have to change for gym class," Marikit said in between bites.

   "And what class is that?" Grier said, snapping her gum loudly.

   "Basketball." Every student had to take a total of ten physical
education classes before graduation.  Angela knew that because of his
nudity, Kai-Kai was restricted to swimming and track and field, which
seemed to suit him fine.  He disliked rough sports, didn't even like
watching them.  Now Marikit whispered something in Kai-Kai's ear.  She gave
him a little peck on the cheek.  He hesitated in front of the two older
women, then gave her a peck back.  Marikit told them, "We're going to the
Freshman Class Dance next week." Again Kai-Kai blushed.  Then she was off.

   Grier said, "Let's go."

   The naked boy was hesitant.  "I don't know where we're supposed to be.
No one told me yet."

   "Well I get to decide, right?" She winked at Angela, who was getting to
dislike this snooty Goth lady more and more.  "Come with us."

   "Well, I really . . .  " Angela had seen the impreg with Mrs.  Hatwood
and told herself if she'd seen one, she'd seen them all.

   "No, I'll need you," Grier said.  Kai-Kai shrugged his bare shoulders at
Angela.  Then to her great surprise and even a little to Kai-Kai's, the
older Goth woman reached down and grabbed Kai-Kai's penis and pulled him
behind her, as if she was walking a dog and the penis was a leash.  Kai-Kai
shrugged at Angela, a little good-naturedly, and the two of them followed
the older Goth woman down the path to the old baseball field.

   Fortunately it had stopped raining and the sun was now out, not terribly
warm but better than before.  As Kai-Kai and Angela exchanged quizzical
looks they were led toward the old gym building.  Grier, still pulling
Kai-Kai by the penis, gripping it just behind the glans, led them around
the side, past a rusty closed door, to a dirty window that was partly open.

   Dropping her big black bag to the ground, she finally let go of Kai-Kai.
With her constant pulling and tugging he was now mostly erect, pointing
forward at about a 45-degree angle, practically sticking into Grier's knee.
She looked down and said, "My, you are a big boy," which made him blush. 
By now Angela was wondering how this obnoxious woman had gotten past the
psychological exam part of the application process.  Grier then brought
Kai-Kai over to the window and said, "Here, lift me up, kid.  I know you
could do it with that dick, but I'd rather you use your hands." She stepped
on his joined hands and reached up to open the window further.  Then with
unexpected agility she pulled herself up and disappeared.

   A moment later they were surprised to see the abandoned door pushed open
with a rusty screech.  "Are you sure we're supposed to be here?" Kai-Kai
said.

   "There's no sign saying 'do not enter'," Grier pointed out.

   Soon they were passing deserted classrooms filled with broken chairs,
Angela's sneakers kicking up the dust in the hallway along with the loud
clip-clop of Grier's boots and finally the soft whispering of Kai-Kai's
bare feet.  Angela shook her head at Kai-Kai as if to say, "This lady is
really rude." At which Kai-Kai shrugged.

   Grier pushed opened the door to a vast musty gymnasium and the three
entered.  The stands were retracted and there was nothing in the huge space
but a ragged pile of exercise mats in one corner next to a broken set of
parallel bars.  Above them, millions of motes of white dust drifted in the
pale sunlight coming in from the dirty windows.

   Angela and Kai-Kai took in this scene and looked at each other in
puzzlement.  Grier walked around, inspecting the place as if it were a
broken down property she was thinking of purchasing and renovating.

   "You've been here before," Angela said.  "Maybe," Grier said.  Angela
gave this woman credit for investigating things so quickly.  It was Monday,
and it was only 24 hours or so ago that this woman had arrived with the
others at the Guest House.

   Grier took the black bag off her shoulder and looked squarely at Angela.

   "I'd like the impreg to be recorded."

   Angela was surprised by this request but when Kai-Kai said, "Fine," she
realized that though the setting was strange, the request itself was not
all that odd.  Impregs were hardly secret knowledge.  And some P-3's, like
Mrs.  Hatwood, didn't mind people watching.

   Maybe Grier wanted extra documentation.  DNA evidence wasn't enough;
that was the baseline problem that the Project was designed to handle.  The
unique genes that Kai-Kai was passing on to thousands of children degraded
if stored.  And technology was advancing such that they possibly could be
reverse engineered.  This was why in vitro fertilization was ineffectual,
why Kai-Kai couldn't simply ejaculate a billion or so sperm into a tube in
one shot and be done with it, going on to live a normal and clothed life.
Live impregnations were required.  The file of circumstantial evidence --
the passport stamp, the certificate, the airplane ticket -- that file was
designed to be unfalsifiable proof that a woman had been inseminated by the
Sire, and at a certain time and place.

   Or was it really unfalsifiable?  Angela had wondered that.  The
certificate with the raised stamp was kept in triplicate, at the Guest
House, with the procreator (who had the original), and with the World
Health Organization in Geneva.  But could the file be fabricated such that
a video should really be required?  She supposed Ms.  Canworthy would tell
her if asked.  She guessed that as a practical matter a video could not be
required.  Female orgasm was important in drawing Kai-Kai's sperm up into
the uterus, and the requirements for procreators were exacting enough.  It
was perhaps too much to expect that they would also be able to have the
orgasm while being recorded.

   Grier got something out of her bag and Angela's initial impression had
been correct.  It really did contain video equipment, a little camera with
a stand.  Still chewing her gum in an irritating fashion, she said, "Could
you get one?", indicating the stack of exercise mats.  Angela was about to
go but Kai-Kai immediately was out there and obediently hefted one off the
top and dragged it in front of them, his penis and testicles swinging back
and forth as he lurched across the gym.  "Here", Grier said to Angela,
pointing to a button on the camera.  "All set up.  Push once to start, once
to stop.  Careful not to move it."

   Now the P-3, soon to become a P-4, pulled a large bath towel out of the
bag.  "From what I hear," she said to Kai-Kai, "you will fill me up and
then some.  Can't make a mess on the mat." Also, one might add, these old
mats were pretty dirty.

   Once again, the woman did not disrobe for the naked boy.  Grier stood on
the mat in her boots, flapped down the towel, then reached under her skirt
to pull down some lacey black panties.  Now she squatted and, wincing in
pain, undid something and pulled out the same kind of long, thick dildo
with the retaining strap that had come out of Mrs.  Hatwood.  "Man I hate
this f**king thing." She threw it aside.  For Angela, Grier had partly
redeemed herself.  Grier was snooty and condescending but on the other hand
she had been in discomfort this whole time.

   Now she lay back, arranged her hair and jacket and sleeves, motioned for
Angela to turn the camera on, then looked up at the naked Sire.  "Ok, big
boy," she said, with swagger but betraying a bit of nervousness, "let's
make a baby." She anchored herself on her elbows and spread her legs.  "No
more than seven inches, remember!"

   Part 5

   Seven inches was more than Kai-Kai was usually allowed.  Angela knew
that most women could actually take seven inches of depth but the problem
was girth.  In each procreator's file was her instruction to the Sire as to
how deep he could go (what was called the woman's "pitch").  In specifying
pitch they were warned against simply writing down the length of their
husband's penis.  Almost all women who let Kai-Kai go in to that depth
would painfully feel the reality that the boy's penis was a lot bigger
around than her husband's.  They were urged to experiment with a "Model
Sire", a flexible dildo about the size and firmness of Kai-Kai's penis at
full erection, which was marked up the side in inches and centimeters, to
see how deep they really wanted him to go.  Or they could simply use the
"one-half rule", dividing their husband's length by 2.  This still usually
resulted in a greater volume inside them than their husband's entire penis,
but it was usually manageable.  Even with inches of depth to spare, with
the force of Kai-Kai's spurts it was no problem for his DNA to reach the
cervix.

   Grier had a rather slight body, being as short in her way as Kai-Kai
was. Seven inches of Kai-Kai's thickness was quite a lot to put inside her.
Angela gave her props for trying to accommodate as much of him as she
possibly could.

   Kai-Kai got into his familiar posture, his knees pressing down into the
old mat through the towel.  The woman could specify any position she
wanted, but this was the most popular, the traditional "missionary". 
"Doggie style" was not advised due to Kai-Kai's size.  As for woman-on-top,
the conventional wisdom was that this was the best for a large penis,
because it allowed the woman to control the rate and depth of penetration,
but in practice it caused the woman's legs to tire quickly.  Besides, there
was no danger of over-penetration.  Kai-Kai had seen his penis measured on
a weekly basis and recognized where each inch "ended".  He had a fear of
causing any discomfort so he strictly limited his thrusting to the woman's
specified "pitch".

   Now he kneeled in front of this 31-year-old Goth mother of two, in the
manner of a servant.  He held his semi-erect penis at about the midpoint,
and inserted the glans between the vaginal lips that had been opened wide
by the dildo.  No lubricant was necessary; Grier was plenty wet.  The boy
inhaled as he sank himself into her in time with her shallow, tentative
gasps.  In, out, then a little further in, then out . . .  Angela, looking
into the back of the camera, saw that Grier had expertly set up a wide
angled shot with the copulating couple in the center.

   Grier lay her head back, looking at the ceiling.  This freed her arms to
reach way down and grasp the boy's butt cheeks.  She now began to knead
them, which seemed a little strange to Angela.  Even stranger, her fingers
reached inward and spread his butt apart, exposing the pink anus in its
wide valley.

   Now Grier swung her boots onto the boy's bare shoulders and things got
serious.  Kai-Kai carefully looked down at the thick shaft splitting the
woman's loins.  He was now fully erect.  Five inches in, then out, five and
a half in, then out . . .  six inches in . . .  He was now deeper in than
an average man's entire penis could go, yet he still had three inches to
spare.  Now the boy met a little resistance as he pushed in gently to give
her six and a half . . .

   "OHH!" the Goth woman cried out, her voice echoing against the cinder
block walls of the gym.  Angela looked around but quickly told herself that
was no one in this abandoned building to hear.  Kai-Kai had thrust to the
maximum depth that he was instructed.  He was now seven inches in and
stayed there for a moment, letting Grier get used to his girth.  She now
had within her over twice the volume of an average man's full erection
though, as it happened, a little less than twice the volume of her
husband's.  The camera clearly recorded Kai-Kai's remaining two inches, the
thick root of his shaft, remaining outside the widely-spread womanly lips
that clasped the rest of him.  Angela wondered: was Kai-Kai ever allowed to
"hit bottom", go all the way in, feel the woman's body against his? 
Probably, but only rarely.

   Some slow, careful thrusting, which Kai-Kai accelerated bit by bit.  He
gulped and his face flushed.  He was now ready to ejaculate but holding
back, carefully watching the woman's signs of arousal, not wanting to hurt
her, hoping to help her get to orgasm so that her orgasmic contractions
would draw his semen up into her uterus.  His last two inches remained
outside, now five inches of him were outside, now two, now five . . . 
Below, the huge testicles lurched back and forth ponderously, almost
touching the mat.

   "Ohh!  Ohh!  Ohh!" Grier's quick orgasm was as clearly defined as it was
unexpected.  Even the Sire was surprised.  He got his wits about him and
took a deep breath, closed his eyes and got ready to deliver his seed.  His
low groan was politely uttered but betrayed a primal lust about to be
sated.

   It was only later that Angela developed a grudging respect for Grier's
skill and powers of concentration while recovering from the throes of
orgasm.  Her fingers reached further and with unexpected strength she
urgently pressed the boy's perineum, the space between the bottom of his
scrotum and his anus.  Kai-Kai's eyes popped open in surprise. 
"Kcchhhkk!!" The loud weird gasp, a choking noise, reverberated through the
empty gym.  His thrusting stopped and he was upright on his knees, his
teeth gritted.  His toes spread and every muscle in his body tightened. 
From her knowledge of male physiology Angela knew that there was pressure
on his prostate and as a result his penis, already deep inside Grier, was
hardening and expanding still further, much more sensitive, demanding
emergency relief while being prevented from ejaculating.  Grier grimaced,
welcoming the temporary pain of being pried open even more.  "Kcchkkk!!"
Kai-Kai gasped again.

   Grier's fingers retracted from his perineum.  Both took a deep breath.
Then she said, "Go ahead, big boy."

   Kai-Kai's eyes darted uncertainly for a moment.  It took a moment but he
got back into the rhythm of gentle thrusting.  Soon the strange interlude
was seemingly forgotten and the couple was back in regular coitus,
ascending from the plateau.

   "Ohh!  Ohh!  Ohh!" Again Grier climaxed -- and again the boy's own
orgasm was prevented at the last possible moment by the sudden pressing
fingers.  After his gasp he looked down searchingly at the woman's face.

   "Ok -- let's -- finish," Grier said.  She withdrew her hands and swung
her arms back until they were on the mat way behind her head, palms up.  In
time with his intrusions her hips minced and turned in a strange and new
way.  She closed her eyes and smiled.

   The boy quickly ascended, froze for a moment, breathless.  Then he let
loose a long, sustained scream.  "AAAAHHHHHHHH!!  AAAAHHHHHH!!" Angela had
never heard Kai-Kai raise his voice and this sounded like he was being
tortured, screaming with some horrible agony.  A world away from his low
moan when having an orgasm inside Mrs.  Hatwood.

   "AHHHHH!!!  AHHHHHH!!!" It was clear by now why Grier had selected an
abandoned building.  "AHHHHHH!!!" The shouts echoed and echoed off the
walls as Kai-Kai's eyes opened up to the ceiling, as if begging God to tell
him what in the name of Heaven and Earth was happening to him.  "AHHHHH!!
AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!" His hips jumped and jumped as if being hit with electric
shocks.  "AAHHHHHH!!" It sounded he was being tortured, his fingernails
being pulled out, his testicles crushed, his eyes pierced with spikes -

   As for Grier, she lay back, accepting the boy's thrusts, not reaching
another orgasm herself but moving her hips so as to draw as much from the
boy's testicles as possible, pumping him and pumping him until he was dry.

   "OHH!  OHH!" Now that the jolts were somewhat less Angela wished she had
counted them from the beginning.  It must be ten or twelve by now.  "OHH!
OHH!" Kai-Kai's high pitched voice had shouted itself hoarse.  Suddenly his
body was covered with sweat.  "OHH!  OHH! . . .  OHH!" A few irregular
spasms, and now, "Ohhhhh . . ."

   With that, the boy drew out of Grier and fell to his side, his
glistening, softening penis hitting the mat with a thud.  "Ohhh . . .  ohhh
God . . .  ohhh . . .  "

   Wiped out, spent, drained, exhausted . . .  These were the words going
through Angela's mind as she saw the naked boy, awash in his sweat and his
own juices, lying on his side on the mat.  He swallowed, then continued to
try to catch his breath.  His body was like a damp rag, limp, all but
lifeless.  His eyes stared ahead sightlessly.  Grier watched with
satisfaction from her prone position.  To Angela's shock she reached into
her jacket and placed a cigarette in her mouth.  She brought out a lighter
but apparently thought better of it and just left the lighter lie in her
hand as it rested on the mat.

   "Ohh . . .  God . . .  ohhhhhh . . .  "

   The naked boy had just experienced a prolonged, intense, mind-blowing
orgasm.  In his wrung-out state he barely had the strength to drag himself
up onto all fours.  He put his face down on the mat, then exhaled and with
a mighty effort lifted it in Grier's direction.  "No . . ."

   To Angela's surprise, Kai-Kai, so little energy left to him, tried to
express that rarest of his emotions, anger.

   "Why . . .  did you . . .  do that . . .  it's not . . .  right. . ."

   "You had a really long, powerful come," Grier said, the cigarette
bobbing in her lips as she spoke.  "I bet that felt really, really good!"

   "But . . .  my . . .  my I-6 . . .  Mrs. . . .  Piri . . ." He gulped
again, facing down, his body weakly trying to stay up on all fours.  He
looked down at his penis, softening but still so long that the tip dragged
along the mat, tracing a trail on the soft vinyl with the last of his
semen. "Only . . .  three . . .  hours . . .  I won't have . . .  anything
. . .  for her."

   "You can reschedule," Grier said casually.

   "No . . .  I . . .  CAN'T!" The boy pounded his fist on the mat, causing
his massive genitals to swing back and forth.  By now Angela understood his
anger and shared it.  But the fist-pound had taken the last of the boy's
strength.  He collapsed again on the mat, being able to utter only a low
groan.  "Ohhhh . . .  ohh no . . ."

   Angela turned off the camera and looked at the prone, inseminated Goth
woman with flashing eyes.  "I admire your sexual technique, but what did
you do that for??"

   "I wanted him to have a good time.  And to remember me," Grier said
through her bobbing cigarette.

   Angela had very little sexual experience herself, and was ten years
younger than this woman, but it was time to assert herself.  "Save that for
your husband. . ." She started taking down the camera stand.  "I think you
should go."

   Grier got up, a little stiffly after being so deeply impaled, and used
the towel to clean off the excess semen that was running down both legs. 
"Shit," she said, as a rivulet ran into one of her boots.  In less than a
minute she had all her things back in the bag.  She put the cigarette away
and looked at the motionless boy on the mat.  "He's knocked up what, four
thousand women?  On his way to 25 thousand?  It's not the end of the world
to postpone one of them."

   "The next one, his I-6, it means a lot to him."

   Grier put the lighter back into her jacket pocket.  "Well I'm sorry
then. I didn't know." She looked down at the boy and smiled devilishly as
she heard him start to snore.  "I gave him a powerful, long-lasting come,
the kind you get out of a man only by surprising him." Now her face turned
serious as she looked his sweaty body up and down.  "He's such a sweet kid.
And I think he has it rough.  He's got a huge dick that's more a curse than
a blessing, he's always naked while everyone else is fully dressed, and he
has to squirt into seven women a day, every day, whether he's turned on to
them or not, women who must seem like wrinkly old bags to a boy his age. 
He deserves some pleasure for its own sake."

   Angela was angry and decided to drop what she considered a bombshell. 
"In his mind he's still a virgin."

   "Yes I know," Grier said without surprise.  "And let's face it, that's
not going to change.  I understand he's 'going steady' with that Filipino
girl.  They're both cute kids.  But what's she going to do with a dick that
big?  Look at it?  Kiss it maybe?  There's no way that little mouth is
going to stretch around that gigantic cock-head he's been cursed with. 
It's the size of a plum. . .  And f**king is out of the question of
course." She smirked.  "Maybe if she waits fifteen or twenty years, gets
married to some normal sized guy and has two or three babies to stretch her
out, and stuffs that -- ugh -- huge dildo in her for a few hours, she'll be
ready for him."

   Angela was infuriated at these words, then quickly looked down with
alarm at the sleeping Sire.  "Don't worry," Grier said.  "He doesn't hear
me.  He's sound asleep.  I give men more pleasure than they can stand," she
said proudly.  "My technique always knocks them out, for a while." She
leaned down and with uncharacteristic tenderness gave the drained young
stud a peck on the cheek.  "Thanks for the baby, big boy." And then she was
gone, her boots clip-clopping with unsteady steps as she pushed open one of
the doors and left.  It shut behind her with a clang which resounded
through the vast abandoned gym.

   Angela sat on the front bench of the retracted stands and considered
what to do.  She listened as Kai-Kai's snoring echoed in the gym.  She
didn't smile, though she knew everyone was amused at how loud he snored,
during those midday naps he would take on the tables in the quad in the
warm weather.  She decided to let him continue sleeping, to get his energy
back, or start to.

   She looked up at the clock, then down at Kai-Kai.  He was on his side
and his testicles hung down heavily, touching the mat.  He had three hours
to regenerate before his appointment with Mrs.  Piri at 7:30.  She thought:
Even now, those testicles are creating sperm.  To be transported by the
fluids that were even now being produced inside him by those prostate and
seminal vesicles I've examined and massaged and photographed.  Could they
produce fast enough to create a fertile load to shoot into the Chukchi
woman at 7:30?

   Grier had been right in a way about rescheduling.  It was done
sometimes. If Kai-Kai could inseminate seven women in one day, he could
inseminate eight.  It was merely a matter of compressing the schedule a
bit. Before he began inseminating, when he was a Sire-in-training, his
schedule was even busier, ten ejaculations every day, most of them by using
that penis sleeve in Lab 6, back when it was called the "Ejaculation Room".
But of course Mrs.  Piri couldn't be rescheduled.  The Chukchi woman was
leaving tonight and it was vital for her that Kai-Kai inseminate her, and
selfless boy that he was, if it was vital for her it was vital for him.

   Ms.  Canworthy should be called about what to do, or maybe Dr. 
Chatterjee, but Angela didn't think she had their numbers or email
addresses.  Instead she kept vigil over the boy as he slept.  She got out
her notebook and did work, got caught up on e-mails.  Dinner at his house
was to be at 6 p.m.  So she gave him an hour of sleep before gently nudging
his hairless chest with her sneaker.

   "Ohh . . .  ohh . . ." She carried the groaning naked boy's bookbag as
well as her own as she helped him out of the gym, his feet slapping crazily
on the dusty floor, his legs like jelly.

   Part 6

   "She pressed a spot in the middle of his perineum," Angela reported. 
She wished she had the video to show them.  "Just when he was about to have
his orgasm."

   Angela was standing with Kai-Kai in the living room of his house, or
rather the house owned by Professor Ellen Schreiber of the Biology
Department and her husband, Professor Eltin Schreiber of the Foreign
Language Department.  Both were there, along with their biological daughter
Elaine, age 25, a new physician doing her internship at the local hospital.
Their oldest, Edward, was an endocrinologist in private practice in New
York.

   Angela continued: "I saw it very clearly.  They were in standard
position and I know he was at maximum pitch, seven inches, because he still
had two inches outside.  She pressed with one finger from each hand, I
think the middle finger.  She kept the pressure on for maybe thirty
seconds. Kai-Kai didn't move except for what was like choking sounds.  Then
she let go, he caught his breath, and she allowed him to come up to the
brink of orgasm again.  Then she did it again.  She stopped his orgasm
twice.  She seemed to be pressing quite hard."

   "Really hard," Kai-Kai said.  It was like he was complaining about a
bully in the playground.  In his distress he was not his quiet self.  "I
think it left a mark."

   The Schreibers looked with concern at the naked Sire, his given name
Khalil, the name he had come to them with as a baby orphan.

   "Let me see," Mrs.  Schreiber said.  The naked teenager went to the
round coffee table in the middle of the room, carefully removed the large
globe that was on it, and climbed on top, as if it was something he had
done many times before.  Turning away from them and bending over, he spread
his legs until his toes curled over the edges of the hard plastic table
top. Then he spread his butt cheeks to give the fully clothed watchers a
good view of the space between his anus and the bottom of his testicles. 
The table was taller than a usual coffee table and his anus was at their
eye level.  The atmosphere was as casual as if he were showing them a cut
on his finger.

   Mrs.  Schreiber looked closely.  "I see a slight red spot." Her hands
now joined Kai-Kai's as she vertically stretched the area that her son was
stretching horizontally, pushing the testicles down to stretch the skin
more.  Everyone else took a turn peering closely at the slight red mark as
the gentle but distressed freshman kept his butt spread open for their
view. Angela went last.  Nobody was inhibited about looking at Kai-Kai's
"intimate" areas, which for Kai-Kai weren't intimate at all.  They had
examined this part of him many times as part of one inspection or another.
Kai-Kai's perineum was easy to examine anyway, it being larger than
average, one of the many physical characteristics of his that research had
shown to be correlated with greater fertility.  Angela knew he could feel
everyone's breath on the sensitive skin of his anus.  It was just part of
his life.

   The naked boy turned around and faced his family and Angela, arms at his
sides.  He was still standing on top of the table and from this angle the
genitals on his slight body looked even larger, practically poking in their
faces.

   "I don't think there's any damage," his mother said.  "So she stopped
your orgasm twice?"

   "Yes . . .  Finally she let me come, and I gave her way too big a load."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "It must have been a successful insemination."

   "Oh Mom," the naked boy said miserably, with the clothed adults looking
up at him.  "She made me come and come and come.  Just when I thought it
would finally stop, I came some more.  I thought I was going to go crazy.
It went on and on.  Maybe 20 cc's." Kai-Kai had ejaculated many times in
the lab and seen his output measured, so he had a good sense of the size of
his "loads".  Nowadays he could guess dependably within one cc or so.  But
as to that extraordinary ejaculation into Grier he was in unfamiliar
territory.  As the others listened to this tale of woe their eyes were
naturally drawn to the boy's drained testicles.

   "It sounds like she gave you a lot of pleasure," Elaine said.

   Because Kai-Kai's orgasms were so important, he was often asked to
describe them.  "Lainie, I never felt so much pleasure in my life.  I never
came so long, or so hard.  Not even at drainings.  But it wasn't right!  I
won't have anything left for Mrs.  Piri!" The boy reached behind his penis
and in each hand he now cupped a kiwi-sized testicle, showing them to
everyone as if inviting them to share in his sorrowful contemplation.  The
large kiwis were at their eye level and they all looked with concern at
these continuously productive sperm makers that were so valuable to
mankind. In a sense the boy's testicles were not really his.  They belonged
to the Project, or actually, to the human race.

   "Let's feel your epididymis, Kai-Kai," his mother said.  He held his
penis up against his tummy as Mrs.  Schreiber wrapped a hand around each of
her son's testicles, being careful not to case discomfort, but feeling with
experienced fingers for the hard little ducts where sperm were kept in
preparation for ejaculation.  For her it was part of being a mother, like
placing her hand over his forehead to check for a fever.  His father did
the same, then it was Elaine's turn.  "They feel empty," the nude boy's
sister said with concern.  They were like a family checking their son's
star pitching arm to see if it was really broken.

   "What do you think?" Mrs.  Schreiber said to Angela.  As a member of the
medical team, Angela was assumed to have greater knowledge, though
obviously Kai-Kai's family had checked his condition far more times than
she had.  Uncertainly she went up to the boy and brought up her hands,
glancing at the limp penis which he had pressed up well past his navel. 
She palpated the testicles as she had been trained to do.  "They're a
little slack but not what I'd call empty," she said, though in fact she was
not really sure.  At the inspections she had felt the hard, kinked duct
lying on the side of the testicular body.  Now it was a little smaller, but
she really couldn't say by now much.

   After she was finished she stood back and everyone contemplated the
boy's hanging kiwi fruit.  Kai-Kai himself looked down past his penis with
concern.

   To change the subject, Mr.  Schreiber said, "I know you care a lot about
this, uh, Mrs.  Piri." Everyone hated to see Kai-Kai in any kind of
distress.

   "Dear," Mrs.  Schreiber said sympathetically, "that was a brave thing
you did, standing up to those elders."

   Angela suddenly remembered Kai-Kai's confrontation in the rain,
witnessed from the car by herself, Marikit, Duvon and Rosa.  "What
happened?"

   Mrs.  Schreiber explained.  "They tried to get him to cancel the
insemination because they wanted him to be considerate of tribal culture.
Under their rules no woman can get pregnant without the consent of the
elders, and they didn't want to give it.  I suppose in that harsh Arctic
environment they don't want to have more children than the tribe can feed.
Or at least that was the traditional custom.  But Kai-Kai refused because
he knew how important it was to Mrs.  Piri.  He called me and Ms. 
Canworthy and of course we backed him up."

   Angela looked up at Kai-Kai's face with admiration.  So that was why he
stood shivering in the cold rain, facing down those three burly men in
suits.  "Good for you!"

   "Thanks." He blushed.  Kai-Kai had no shame as to his nudity but he
still did a lot of blushing, either when being complimented or when Marikit
flirted with him.

   "So now what happens?" Angela asked.

   "I'll call Dr.  Chatterjee," Mrs.  Schreiber said, "as to how Kai-Kai
can best be regenerated in the time we have.  The I-6 is at 7:30.  I
understand it's set for the library lounge, right across the street.  So
we've got pretty much the full hour and a half.  And meanwhile," she said
to Angela, "let's eat.  Kai-Kai's lasagna is delicious."

   The Schreibers had a big room that served as both a kitchen and dining
room.  The house was small, but elegant and clean with tasteful artwork,
what one might expect from college professors.  As they sat down at the
table Angela noticed the large white erasable board on the refrigerator. 
From where she was sitting she was facing it.  The green writing was big
and clear and round, like a third grade teacher's.  She guessed it belonged
to Kai-Kai's mother.  On top was the title "Daily Roster".

   The board listed the impregs for the day, all seven of them, with the
names of the women, their homes, the scheduled times, the location (if any)
that had been set up for the impreg, and the maximum depth Kai-Kai was
allowed to insert his penis into each woman ("pitch").  Surrounding the
erasable board were photos of the seven.  She noticed a bulging loose-leaf
on the counter that she imagined contained photos of all 41 women Kai-Kai
was scheduled to impregnate this week, his normal production quota.

   Angela was fascinated by the chart.  She had already met the I-4, Mrs.
Effie Hatwood, who turned out to be from St.  Louis, Missouri, and of
course the deviously skilled I-5, Grier Donaldson, from Brooklyn, N.Y. 
Also the I-6, Evenk Piri, from Egvekinot, Russia, about which there was
presently so much drama.  The I-7 tonight was to be Morag MacGregor, from
Inverness, Scotland.  The I-1, whom Kai-Kai had impregnated at 6:45 a.m. 
in his bedroom, was Cristina Gonzalez from Oaxaca, Mexico.  The I-2, from
7:30 a.m.  in this very living room, was Keiko Murakimi from Osaka, Japan.
The I-3, from 10:00 a.m., was Lusala Makemba from the Democratic Republic
of Congo, who had received the boy's ejaculation in Room 202 of the
Humanities Building, right down the hall from his 9:00 class in Freshman
English.

   Especially interesting were the pitches for each woman.  She knew about
Grier and her seven inch allowance; the Goth woman's husband must have a
penis quite a bit larger than average.  Angela's estimate as to Mrs. 
Hatwood was more or less correct: 5.5 inches.  Ms.  Gonzalez could take 4.7
inches, while Ms.  Murakimi could only accommodate 3.1 inches.  Ms. 
Makemba could take 5.9 inches.  Wow -- Mrs.  MacGregor could take all of
Kai-Kai's 9.1 inches!  So he was allowed to go "all the way in" once in a
while.  Angela wondered if for the last impreg, at 10:30 p.m., when Kai-Kai
had to be tired, Ms.  Canworthy always set him up with the "deepest" woman
of the day, to make his orgasm easier.  Of course every woman had to be
scheduled during her two or three days of maximum fertility.  So many
factors Ms.  Canworthy had to consider!

   As for Mrs.  Piri, small woman that she was, she could take only 4.5
inches.  Less than half of the boy's length.  Angela wondered if in his
drained state Kai-Kai could ejaculate with only a partial erection.  That
way he could go "all the way in" like with Mrs.  MacGregor and have an
easier orgasm.  But she had read that only older men could do that.

   Now at dinner Kai-Kai was their waiter as well as the chef.  He
gracefully circled the table as he passed out bowls of salad and got
everyone's soda.  He seemed to have momentarily overcome his distress at
having empty testicles, so at ease and suited he was to this task.  Angela
thought: housewife.  He was perfect at it.  In fact all his talents and
preferences, everything about his personality, seemed to be traditionally
feminine.
He was about to go to the oven to get the lasagna when Ms.  Schreiber
said, "I've got Dr.  Chatterjee on the phone." Dr.  Chatterjee, an eminent
urologist, was the Project Medical Director.  The smart phone was set up in

the middle of the table so everyone could hear.

   "Good evening," the doctor said.  In person he always wore a three piece
suit.  He was impeccable and formal in speech also.  "I understand that
Kai-Kai has been induced to render an extraordinarily voluminous
ejaculation."

   "It wasn't my fault, doctor, I'm sorry," the boy said, returning to his
state of distress.

   "No, no, no one thinks it was your fault," the doctor's disembodied
voice said.  "You were the victim of a veryaccomplished woman who
overstepped her role.  I will speak to Ms.  Canworthy as to whether
instructions to procreators should be modified so that none takes from you
a greater ejaculation than you have been planned to give.  By the same
token, I wish we could have someone of her talents on hand for your
drainings." On Sundays there were no impregs; instead there was a
"draining" for three hours in the morning, during which as many
ejaculations were coaxed out of Kai-Kai as possible.  It was a form of
exercise designed to increase his capacity.  Sometimes it was in the lab so
that sperm count and ejaculation volume could be measured; but most Sundays
he lay on the grass out on the soccer field as he was set upon by a
dedicated army of women with their hands and mouths and devices.  He then
napped most of the day, and attended the welcome dinner in the evening for
the next week's batch of forty-one P-3's, resuming the impregs on Monday
morning.

   Dr.  Chatterjee continued, "Perhaps the technique this woman used can be
explored during your next vacation." Twice a year Kai-Kai had a one-week
"vacation" during which he was excused from inseminations.  During such
times various experiments on his sexual response were often carried out. 
Last time they experimented with deprivation.  It turned out that his
testicles were so productive that to avoid testicular pain, or "blue
balls", he had to ejaculate at least three times a day.

   Now Dr.  Chatterjee said, "Have you checked his epididymides?"

   "Yes, they seemed smaller, empty," Elaine said.

   "Yes, doctor," Angela said.

   The doctor's disembodied voice said, "That is to be expected."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "Doctor, you don't sound worried as to Kai-Kai
being able to inseminate the I-6.  That's only in a little over an hour."

   "I'm not worried.  I will text you a protocol for pre-impreg buildup of
Kai-Kai's fluids and sperm.  It was originally designed for when he was
recovering from illness but never used." Indeed.  Kai-Kai, going naked
through all kinds of weather, had developed remarkable resistance and never
gotten sick -- an achievement of the lifelong nudity rule.  "He will need
some skilled help.  I suggest calling Mrs.  Kimura, and her neighbor, I
forgot her name."

   "Miss Dewyea," Elaine said.

   "Yes."

   Mr.  Schreiber said, "Doctor, is there anything else we can do?"

   Angela broke in.  "I'm sorry Doctor, I was there when it happened, but I
thought I didn't have your email.  In fact I did."

   "From what I understand, you let Kai-Kai sleep afterwards.  That was the
best thing you could have done.  Also I understand you are sitting down to
dinner.  Kai-Kai, take two B vitamins, and only eat about three cubic
inches of that lasagna, and a glass of milk.  No vegetables.  And finally a
cup of black coffee."

   Part 7

   The boy, who had been listening attentively like everyone else, said
respectfully, "Yes, Dr.  Chatterjee."

   "Good-bye everyone.  Mrs.  Schreiber, let me know how it turns out. 
I'll send the protocol now."

   What followed was a rather awkward meal at first, with everyone picking
at their big portions while Kai-Kai, who had cooked it and served it, was
restricted to just a tiny scrap of lasagna.  This changed when Mr. 
Schreiber reminded everyone that afterward Kai-Kai was likely to gorge
himself and they should eat what was in front of them.  Which was not hard.
The salad was inventively created, with cheese-flavored croutons and apple
bits and palm hearts, and the lasagna was delicious.  Meanwhile Mrs. 
Schreiber received the text from Dr.  Chatterjee and called her neighbors.
Fortunately they were both home and could be there in fifteen minutes.

   After some small talk around the table Angela said, "I'm still surprised
at what happened with those men, surrounding Kai-Kai today in the rain. 
They were torturing him with the cold, trying to make him give in.  I think
they tried to abduct him by inviting him into their limousine."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "I don't think they would have done that, but it
was not a pleasant scene.  Kai-Kai, I think the Project owes you an
apology."

   Kai-Kai, following the doctor's instructions, had made coffee for
himself ahead of everyone else and was sipping it on a stool next to the
chopping table, his penis draped to the side over his thigh as always.  He
said quietly, "It's all right."

   His mother said, "Ms.  Canworthy told me that their concern was not
really legitimate.  It's funny, they have an idea that the Project was
getting Mrs.  Piri involved in porn, if not with the actual impreg, then
with anything else she might be doing here this week.  That's why they're
ordering her home early." At this everyone laughed.  "But more seriously, I
think they would have approved Mrs.  Piri having the baby.  They were just
upset at not having been consulted."

   Kai-Kai said, "Maybe, but Mrs.  Piri told me they don't want the outside
world, um, invading their culture.  If I can inseminate her, the Project
people be visiting like every few weeks.  That will have an effect on the
young people there.  Maybe encourage them to go away to study things like
science instead of staying around and hunting reindeer. . .  Mrs.  Piri
talked about it a lot with Mr.  Piri before she applied.  It was a big
decision for them. . .  I suppose they never asked the elders for
permission because they knew the answer would be 'no.'"

   His mother said, "Good for Mrs.  Piri. . .  And for her husband too for
supporting her.  Too bad he couldn't make the trip." Husbands were allowed
to arrive with their wives and attend the impregs, of course, but rarely
did.  This was a relief because the extra flights and accommodations would
complicate Ms.  Canworthy's job even more.

   His mother reached over and patted her son on the knee.  "Dear, don't
say *if* you can inseminate'.  I know you'll be able to give her more than
enough sperm.  Don't worry."

   Angela remembered that conversation in the snack bar.  Kai-Kai admired
Mrs.  Piri as much as his mother did, and wanted to reward the Chukchi
lady's courage with a guaranteed pregnancy.  In the snack bar he had said,
"I want to give her a really big load." Something that now seemed
impossible.  Angela wanted to dispel the boy's belief that bigger
ejaculations were necessarily more potent.  But she couldn't find the right
words.

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, with concern, "Ms.  Canworthy told me that when
you burst into her office you were purple and wet and shivering."

   "After a few minutes and a hot tea from her machine I was o.k."

   Mr.  Schreiber said, "Not a five minute chill.  More like a half hour
chill."

   Angela looked puzzled at this comment, so Mr.  Schreiber said, "Kai-Kai
was trained to develop resistance to cold with, I forget the term the
physiologist used for the technique, but everyone called it the 'five
minute chill'.  It was done in winter with the assistance of his friends.
They'd bury him in the snow and wait five minutes before they dragged him
out and brought him inside."

   "Wow . . .  after that, they gave him a hot shower I hope."

   "Kai-Kai never takes hot showers.  It's bad for his sperm count.  But
after being naked in the snow, even a cold shower felt hot to him. . . 
Anyway, the result was that his resistance got built up step by step, so
that finally he was able to stay outside quite a long time." Angela
remembered seeing a photo somewhere of Kai-Kai building a snowman on the
quad, his naked body flushed with the cold, heavily bundled students and
faculty trudging past him.  One waved to him as he smiled.  The snowman was
as tall as he was.  Building it probably took at least twenty minutes. 
Around him were dozens of his bare footprints in the snow.

   "The five-minute chill helped his sperm count tremendously, according to
Dr.  Chatterjee," Elaine added.  Kai-Kai blushed at this compliment.  Then
his mother showed him the text of the protocol from Dr.  Chatterjee.  The
naked boy took a moment to read what was about to be done to him, then
dutifully nodded.

   Angela decided to ask more questions.  "Kai-Kai, you have never, EVER
worn any clothes?"

   "No," he said calmly, downing the last of his coffee.

   "Did you ever try them on?"

   It was a well-practiced though sincere answer to an often-asked
question. "One time I wanted to go outside but it was way below freezing
out, like near zero.  I tried someone's jacket on, I forget whose.  And
boots.  I took them off right away.  I felt like I couldn't breathe."

   With that, Kai-Kai started for upstairs, then stopped and looked back.
"What does Ms.  Dewyea like these days?" Like at the dinner table, he was a
waiter taking an order.

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "I'm trying to remember.  She mentioned it
yesterday at lunch . . .  Mint."

   "Oooh, that burns," he said.

   "It doesn't have to be that strong," Elaine pointed out.  "Last time
with Jane Daverson I put only two parts per thousand and she said you
tasted fine."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "Angela, why don't you go up with him.  It'll be
faster with two people."

   Angela was a little puzzled by this conversation until she was halfway
up the stairs, looking up at the naked boy's little butt, and realized he
was going to receive an enema.  And that she was expected to help.

   In the bathroom the big enema bag was hung over the towel rack, as if
always ready for use.  As the naked teenager opened the cabinet above it
Angela was almost amused to see the various flavor bottles.  There were
"strawberry", "apple", "vanilla", "honeydew", and "coconut" as well as
"mint".  Angela had given him enemas at the weekly inspections in Lab 6 so
she knew what to do.  She waited until Kai-Kai had run the water to his
preferred variant of lukewarm.  Then Angela filled the bag.  Meanwhile the
naked boy raised his leg, putting one foot on the sink, his toes next to
her busy hands, his anus right next to her elbow as he got into position.
Then he inserted the nozzle as casually as if he were inserting a thumb
drive into a laptop.

   Angela filled the bag to two quarts, a huge amount for an average person
but Kai-Kai's experienced rectum could accept it easily.  She added a few
drops of astringent soap from a canister on the sink.  She screwed the bag
onto the hose, then with some effort hefted the bag up onto a hook way
above the mirror.  At the boy's signal she turned the draincock.  With his
foot still up on the sink, he put his hands up on the wall, making his flat
tummy concave.  With practiced exhales he sucked the water into his rectum.
She watched his face as he pushed down and grunted as if excreting.  She
knew this had the effect of opening the sphincter.  With the rhythm of his
exertions the bag gradually deflated.  When it was almost empty she reached
up to squeeze out what was left.  He took the nozzle out of his anus and
sat on the toilet.

   As he was about to expel he said, "I thought you were -- uhhh!!  -- an
English major." The sloppy water exploded into the toilet.  "Ms.  Canworthy
told me -- unhh -- you were pre-med." Another explosion.

   "Y - yes, that's true." Angela tried speaking casually as she watched
the naked boy expel another blast, emptying his rectum in front of her. 
She reminded herself that to him, this was just an ordinary conversation.

   "What -- kind of doctor to you -- unnh!  -- want to be?" Now some farty
sounds as the torrent died down.

   Angela was well aware that, with Kai-Kai so uninhibited about his nudity
and bodily functions, if anyone it was the clothed people around him who
were the embarrassed ones.  With as even a voice as she could manage she
said, "I'm not sure yet.  Maybe obstetrics."

   Kai-Kai exhaled as he shot the last of the water out of his rectum.  He
got up and cleaned himself off with a tissue as Angela got the second enema
ready.  This time he put in two drops of "mint".  Then he nozzled himself,
put his foot up on the sink again, and Angela filled him with the solution.

   "Oooohhh," he said, closing his eyes, his toes spreading and raising off
the sink.  "It still burns."

   When it was all done Kai-Kai wiped himself off again.  "Thanks.  I have
to get some things for the protocol.  Can you help me?" As with an impreg,
Kai-Kai was setting up something he was familiar with, and was more
take-charge than his usual quiet self.  She followed him into his bedroom.

   It was partly that of a typical teenaged boy, partly not -- a desk with
a laptop, headphones, gaming magazines, and posters that didn't show women
in bikinis but rather planets, dinosaurs, and some (male) Olympic swimmers.
The room seemed a little empty and Angela soon realized why: no clothes or
footwear.  No dirty socks scattered about, no sneakers, no hoodies or
T-shirts or jeans hanging in the closet.  The closet was taken up with two
guitars on stands, stacks of school books, and some old gaming systems. 
There was a "dresser" but Kai-Kai never dressed; she wondered what was in
the drawers.  On top was a stack of empty plastic cases that looked like CD
cases.  Mounted on the wall was a large mirror which was cluttered with a
*lot* of baby pictures, babies of every race.  Angela thought: these must
be random photos, or maybe the most recent ones he'd received.  There
wouldn't be room enough for all Kai-Kai's offspring.  At inspection Kai-Kai
was told how many babies had been born that week, broken down by region
(the Project had divided the world into eight administrative districts,
each with a quickly expanding bureaucracy).  Counting last week's report,
the naked boy had now fathered a total of 1,269 children, and of course a
couple dozen had been born in the days since.

   There were no blankets on the bed, just a slipcover and a pillow.  "You
don't use blankets?"

   Kai-Kai shrugged.  "Never have."

   "What if you get cold?"

   "It doesn't bother me." Again, with the air of someone who had been
asked this question many times.

   He reached into the closet and got out what looked like a toolbox, a
couple of big artificial feathers, and then a wide cylindrical box about a
foot long.  Angela volunteered to carry the toolbox and the feathers.  The
feathers were awkward to get her arms around and hold, and her cell phone
dropped from her pocket as she bent over.  She put it back in her pocket
and twisted her arms around some more.  Finally she decided to hold them
upright against her chest even though the tops tickled her nose.

   As Angela followed the Sire downstairs, she still didn't know what this
"protocol" was but was beginning to get an idea.  To her surprise the
dinner table had been quickly and silently cleared and coffee and dessert
set up.

   And standing next to it, waiting for him, were Ms.  Canworthy in her
smart business suit, and Mrs.  Piri in her Arctic-style fur outfit.  And
Jonathan Q.  Alkaras, the Chairman of the Project Board of Directors, in
his usual business suit.  Next to him was a pleasant old lady with a black
bag.

   Part 8

   Kai-Kai slowed down as he reached the bottom of the stairs.  "H - hello,
Ms.  Canworthy," he said with surprise but respectfully.  "Hello, Mrs. 
Piri," he said with affection.  Finally, taking a moment to remember the
name, he said, "Hello, Mr.  -- Alkaras," to someone he didn't see that
often.

   "Hello, Kai-Kai," Ms.  Canworthy said.  Mr.  Alkaras nodded, as a man of
authority does to a respected subordinate.

   They had obviously entered just this second.  Kai-Kai's mother said,
"What brings you here?"

   "The Mrs.  Piri situation needs immediate attention," Mr.  Alkaras said.
"We have to take a statement, under oath, from her and from the Sire.  Here
is our stenographer, Mrs.  Griffith, whom we were lucky to get at a
moment's notice, thank you." Everyone nodded and the old lady smiled back
politely.  "And also," Mr.  Alkaras continued, "we have to get a statement
from the Project representative from Mrs.  Piri's district who approved her
application.  I believe it's within Region 8."

   Region 8 was the Far East, home to 876 (so far) of Kai-Kai's children.
All in the populous countries of China, Japan, Korea and Vietnam; thus far
none up north in the sparsely-populated Russian Far East.  Ms.  Schreiber
said, "But Mrs.  Piri is from a remote area."

   "Yes.  We have only begun to penetrate that district, I think it's
District 12.  The local reps are all supposed to be on call.  Fortunately
cell phone reception in that area has recently been improved."

   "Does this have to be done right now?" Elaine said.  "My brother has to
inseminate Mrs.  Piri and a lot of work has to be done to get him ready. 
It's because he just gave a huge ejaculation -- "

   "Yes, we know the situation, but we have to get this statement put on
record before the impreg happens."

   "Why don't we postpone the impreg?" Kai-Kai's father said.

   Ms.  Canworthy said, "We can't do that."

   "Why not?  No one will know."

   "I'm afraid the three elders know where it will be, and they'll be
there."

   "How did that happen?"

   "I told them," Mrs.  Piri said.  "I had to.  If it's secret they think
I'm in -- pornography.  Or prostitution."

   "But she didn't check the box!" Kai-Kai said.  He knew the standard
Project contract word for word; he had studied it as well as any big class
assignment.  He was also made aware of which of the day's women agreed to
have someone watch if necessary "for research or other Project-related
purposes", as the contract put it.  Most didn't.  Today it was just Ms. 
Murakimi and Mrs.  Hatwood, though Grier apparently had changed her mind.

   "It's -- ok," Mrs.  Piri said.

   The naked Sire stepped toward her, incongruous in the middle of these
well-dressed older folks, extending his arms for emphasis, his long, soft
penis and heavy testicles swinging between his legs as he strode forward.
"You can't be pushed around, you've been too brave," he said.  "If you want
us to be alone, you should tell those elders.  They should respect your
wishes."

   "Kai-Kai," Mr.  Alkaras said, "the matter is out of her hands, and maybe
ours.  Mrs.  Piri is doing what she has to do to bring the Project into her
village."

   "Kind Kai-Kai," Mrs.  Piri said, holding the boy's hand.  "You give so
much to the world, you sacrifice so much.  This is my little sacrifice, to
give up my privacy for our moment.  Please though," she said, looking down,
"be gentle with me.  I can only fit less than half of you."

   Kai-Kai was shocked at the insinuation.  "Of course I won't hurt you."

   Ms.  Canworthy got a text message.  "They've found the local rep.  They
had to get him at his place of work; it's around noon over there."

   Elaine said, "How long will this whole statement thing take?"

   "Probably 30 minutes.  We need a translator for the local rep.  but
they've found one.  It leaves us 15 minutes to get Kai-Kai to the impreg
location.  Mrs.  Griffith, why don't you set up at the end of the table."

   "But the protocol --"

   Ms.  Schreiber interrupted her daughter.  "Kai-Kai, let's start.  You'll
have to give your statement as we go along."

   Kai-Kai seemed puzzled, but then obediently opened the large tube-shaped
box and extracted sections of PVC tubing.  As everyone watched, the naked
boy went over to the tall coffee table and unrolled a rubber mat onto it.
Then he fitted together the tubing with well-practiced hands.  In only two
minutes he had gotten what looked like a little scaffold set up, perched on
top of the round table.  Angela recognized it as a portable version of the
"horse" on the exam table in Lab 6, allowing access to all parts of
Kai-Kai's anatomy.

   The doorbell rang.  Knowing who it was, Mr.  Schreiber greeted Mrs. 
Kimura, a diminutive Japanese woman of maybe 35, dressed in a businesslike
white blouse, dark jacket, mid-length skirt, hose and heels, as if she had
just come from a meeting.  She was followed by a young woman in a jogging
outfit, Miss Dewyea, age 27, who looked like a model, tall and thin and
blond, her hair tied back in a pony tail.  They were frequent visitors and
talked easily as they greeted the rest of the family.  They were not even
very surprised to see the Project officials and they quickly figured out
that Mrs.  Piri was today's I-6.

   Mrs.  Kimura and Miss Dewyea went to stand next to Kai-Kai by the table.
The naked boy and the two clothed women on either side of him faced the
others, uncertain as to what to do.  His mother said, "Why can't we take my
son's statement now?"

   Ms.  Canworthy said, "It has to be done with all witnesses on the record
at once. . .  Why don't you start with Dr.  Chatterjee's protocol?"

   Ms.  Schreiber turned to Angela and said, "I've messaged you the
protocol.  You're the 'fourth assistant'."

   What Angela then got swept up into was the juxtaposition of a casual
dessert on one side of the big room and the clockwork efficiency of a pit
crew on the other.  Kai-Kai's parents sat at the dining table with Ms. 
Canworthy and Mr.  Alkaras.  They invited Mrs.  Piri over and Mrs. 
Griffith too, who had set up her equipment and had nothing to do at the
moment but wait.  The six of them made a full table and passed around
coffee and cake, watching the proceedings.

   The naked boy got up onto the "horse", placing his arms on the side
supports, spreading his legs so that his knees fit into the little cups
that stuck out to each side, his bare feet in the stirrups below.  As a
result he was pitched slightly forward on widely-spread knees, every part
of him on display and accessible.  His bent elbows rested on the cushioned
tube just below his face.  It was dark outside by now and he stared without
emotion into the blackness of the bay window while the four "assistants"
sprang into action.  The curtains were open and anyone out on the street
could have seen everything going on in the well-lit living room.

   Miss Dewyea was first, finding a cushion to kneel on behind him and
spreading the boy's buttocks.  He was facing away from the people at the
table and they had a clear view of his squeaky-clean pink anus, winking in
the light of the chandelier.  Now they heard Kai-Kai gasp as a skilled,
pointed tongue slipped through his sphincter and noodled around inside his
mint-flavored, meticulously irrigated rectum.  The young woman grabbed his
small butt cheeks with an athlete's strength and forced her face in
between, pushing in as deep as possible.  They pictured her tongue sweeping
his inner tissues from side to side.  Kai-Kai's gasps, the flexing of his
dexterous toes, and the slight shaking of his knees in the cups told them
that they were watching an expert at work.  Miss Dewyea had done this many
times -- it was her favorite sexual proclivity -- and with Kai-Kai she knew
exactly how to play his body, exactly where to grab and lick and touch and
plunge to make him gasp and moan.

   Elaine -- "second assistant" -- put on latex gloves, went to the freezer
and got out a metal mold that almost made Angela laugh when she saw it, so
obviously was it shaped for its purpose.  She went over to face Kai-Kai and
met with Mrs.  Kimura, who was contemplating the deflated penis hanging
down in front of the exhausted, drained testicles, which in tiny motions
lurched to and fro with the anal flinches caused by Miss Dewyea's tongue.
Otherwise the boy's genitals were, at the moment, lifeless appendages.  Now
Elaine opened the freezing mold on its hinges as Mrs.  Kimura lifted the
penis and stretched it out forward.  Angela, seeing her role, gently hefted
one testicle in each hand.  Now the two women waited as Elaine drew the
mold underneath, the long valley for the shaft, and the twin hollows into
which the testicles were now dropped.  Kai-Kai breathed in through his
teeth as his sister closed the top of the mold to encase his genitals in
freezing metal.

   Elaine stayed in front of her brother, holding the mold up against his
crotch, as Mrs.  Kimura retreated to the dinner table to have a coffee.  It
was now just the young people, Elaine, Angela and Miss Dewyea around the
teenaged Kai-Kai.  As his rectum was explored by Miss Dewyea's tongue
Angela picked up the big feathers and lightly caressed the boy's nipples.
They stood out stiffly in response, and goose bumps appeared on his skinny
torso, even down in the valley of his concave tummy.  A second feather
whispered across the bare back and shoulders.

   Miss Dewyea reached into the tool box.  A beaded, flexible rod now
passed into the naked teenager's anus, bump by bump, and plunged on into
his rectum.  It was over a foot long and he drew in breath suddenly as with
expert supple wrists she twirled it, snaking it around his innards, now
pushing it in and out, slowly so that he could keenly feel each bead as the
sphincter opened and closed around it.  Now another gasp as she pushed and
the rod all but disappeared into him, the rounded end finding its way
through an inner passage and into his colon.  The boy's torso arched
forward as things inside him were rearranged, his eyes squeezed shut.  The
scent of mint began to fill the room.

   Angela recognized the strategy: desensitize and ignore the genitals,
while stimulating the rest of Kai-Kai's erogenous zones.  As she brushed
his nipples and back she observed every nuance of how his nude body
responded.  They could see every inch of him on display up on the scaffold,
from the shut eyes and clenched teeth, to the quivering slim shoulders, the
hands clasping and unclasping, the shaking elbows, the stiffening nipples,
the concave, goose bumped tummy, the tongued and shafted anus, down to the
widely spread legs and spreading and twitching toes.  Everyone knew that
inside him his rectum and colon, also, were being stimulated and
manipulated.  And apart from all this, frozen and numbed, his penis and
testicles, kept out of the action.

   It was while Kai-Kai was gasping, his genitals encased in frozen metal,
nipples teased by feathers, anus, rectum and colon attacked by the bumpy
rod, that Mr.  Alkaras's phone rang.  Angela, keeping one eye on brushing
Kai-Kai's nipples, listened closely.

   "We've found the local rep," Mr.  Alkaras said to Ms.  Canworthy, though
others at the table were meant to hear it too.  "We can take the statements
now. . .  Can we set up a speaker?"

   "Sure," Mr.  Schreiber said.  "I've got one on my desk." Up he went and
returned in a minute.  He wired up Mr.  Alkaras's phone.

   Mr.  Alkaras looked over at the naked, quaking boy.  "Should we stop the
protocol?"

   "There isn't time," Mrs.  Schreiber said.

   Mr.  Alkaras watched the boy for a second.  "Can he answer questions . .
.  like that?"

   Mrs.  Schreiber quietly laughed.  "Kai-Kai can converse through
anything."

   "Okay then . . ."

   Within two minutes Mrs.  Griffith was sitting on the couch at her
machine, and Mrs.  Piri and Mr.  Alkaras were sitting next to her, so that
they were facing Kai-Kai up on his perch.

   A little loudly, so that no words would be blocked by an unexpected
gasp, Mr.  Alkaras said, "Ladies, Kai-Kai, we will be taking statements
now. We will need Kai-Kai's mind, not his body.  Continue with your
protocol."

   Elaine, who had gone to the freezer to bring out a second frozen mold to
replace the one that was now merely a little cool, nodded.  So did Angela,
and Kai-Kai's sweating face.  As for Miss Dewyea, she signaled her assent
through Kai-Kai, by plunging the rod especially far in, causing the boy to
grunt and nod his head a second time.

   "Let's open the record," Mr.  Alkaras said to Mrs.  Griffith.

   Part 9

   "This is Jonathan Alkaras, Chairman of the Board of the Sire Project. 
We are taking statements as to the approval and assignment of, uh . . .  "
-- he read from his notes -- "Evenk Piri, as a procreator, prior to her
insemination by the Sire.  I am here with Mrs.  Piri, as well as with the
Sire, Khalil Schreiber.  By remote connection to Anadyr, Russia, we also
have, uh . . .  Vasily Vashetkovskaya, a certified translator, who will
translate in Russian from . . .  Vinika Korov, the Project Coordinator for
District 12 of Region 8.  Mr.  Vashetkovskaya, can you hear me?"

   "Yes, Sir." The scratchy, accented voice came through the speaker and
then in a stage whisper conversed with a female voice in Russian.

   "OHH!  Oh -- uh -- s - sorry --" Kai-Kai had cried out as Miss Dewyea
withdrew the anal rod and plugged him up again with her tongue.  He bit his
lip to try to stifle any further sounds.

   Mr.  Alkaras, satisfied with this apology, said, "Mr.  Schreiber?"

   Kai-Kai, preoccupied with a multiplicity of stimulations, did not
answer.

   "Ahem." Now more loudly.  "Mr.  Schreiber?  I mean you, Kai-Kai!"

   "Oh.  S - sorry.  I thought you -- ohh!  -- meant my father."

   "No, you. . .  What is your full name?"

   "K - khalil . . .  D - David . . .  Schreiber."

   "And are you known as the Sire of the Project?"

   "N - no one c - calls me that."

   "But are you the Sire?"

   "Y - yes."

   "Is your position unique?"

   Angela briefly considered how this question could be answered in two
ways.  Pitched forward on that apparatus, with his genitals encased in
metal and a rod being pushed up his butt, yes, Kai-Kai could say that his
position was unique.

   Kai-Kai however understood the question the way it was intended.  "Y -
yes.  There's only -- one S - sire -- and th - that's me -- ohhh!"

   As they went on like this, the Chairman's carefully crafted questions,
and the beleaguered naked boy's stuttering answers, the translation in
Russian for the benefit of Ms.  Korov went on in the background, the
half-whispered voice being heard over the speakers from across the world,
Anadyr, Russia.

   "What is your role as Sire?"

   "T - to inseminate . . .  the assigned . . .  women . . ."

   "How many women are you assigned to inseminate every week?"

   "The . . .  usual . . .  is f - forty one."

   "Are you currently over the age of 18?"

   "Y - yessss . . .  zhhhh." Breathing in through his teeth.

   "Your address?"

   "12 Rrrrodney Street . . .  ohhh . . ."

   "Have you taken any drugs or alcohol over the past 24 hours?"

   "I d - don't d - drink.  N - no drugs either."

   "Are you scheduled to inseminate Evenk Piri this evening at 7:30?"

   "Y - yes."

   "Will she be the sixth woman you will have inseminated today?"

   "Yes."

   "And have you talked with her about this insemination?"

   "Y - yes."

   "When was this?"

   "T - today . . .  this afternoon."

   "What did she say?"

   "Th - that her t - tribe . . .  OHH!" Miss Dewyea had replaced the anal
rod with her tongue and delivered a quick, especially pointed noodle around
the boy's sphincter.  "S - sorrrry . . .  "D - didn't approve."

   "What did she say about her wishes?"

   "She s - said the t - tribe objected . . .  but she - she s - still
wanted m - me to inseminate her."

   "What was the basis of the tribe's objection?"

   "Th - that th - they weren't c - consulted . . .  ohhh . . ."

   Kai-Kai's parents looked at each other and smiled at the bravery of
their son.  In his clouded mind he must know this was an inconvenient
answer, from the Project's perspective, showing a breakdown in liaisoning
with the local culture.  But he was telling the truth.  They had raised him
well.

   "And what did you say?"

   "I s - said I would s - still inseminate her if she w - wanted . . . 
ohh . .  ohh God. . .  "

   Now the nude, quaking body jerked as Elaine encased the genitals in a
third freezing metal mold.  Angela swept the feathers over the stiff
nipples and quivering shoulders.  Miss Dewyea's expert tongue darted in and
out the anus.  And Mrs.  Piri, Mr.  and Mrs.  Schreiber, and Ms.  Canworthy
sipped their coffees with approbation.

   "And do you intend to inseminate her?"

   "Y - yes . . .  b - because she w - wants it.  And her h - husband
agrees," he added, focusing to the extent he could, and going outside the
scope of the question.

   Mr.  Alkaras looked at his notes and then asked, "Did certain gentlemen
approach you this afternoon as to your inseminating Mrs.  Piri?"

   "Y - yes."

   Miss Dewyea, sensing the import of this line of questioning, withdrew
her tongue.  Angela, looking at her uncertainly, stopped swishing the
feathers.

   But Mrs.  Schreiber motioned vigorously for them to continue so they did
so.  Miss Dewyea stuck her tongue back into Kai-Kai's rectum, Angela
resumed sweeping the feathers over his nipples and shoulders, and Elaine
renewed squeezing the third mold of freezing metal around his numbed
genitals.  "Zhhh!!" was Kai-Kai's full-body shivering reaction to their
resumed attentions.

   "What were the names of these men?" Mr.  Alkaras asked, reading from his
outline, which had been prepared for him by an assistant.

   "I - I only g - got one name, Mr.  B - b - b - ohh . . .  " The naked,
stimulated boy tried to start again.  "B - bombog - g - gorrr. . .  ohhh. .
.  "

   "That's B - O - M - B - O - G - O - R, Mrs.  Griffith," Mr.  Alkaras
said.  "This Mr.  Bombogor, what did he want you to do?"

   "T - to c - c - cancel the -- the insemination."

   "Why?"

   "B - b - because the t - tribe elders . . .  had not . . .  c -
consented."

   "What did you do when he made this request?"

   "I c - called . . .  Ms.  C - Canworthy."

   The rest of the questioning went on, more slowly than anticipated due to
the Sire's having to refocus his fogged mind for each question.  It was
established that Ms.  Canworthy told him to make his own decision, that he
reported to Mr.  Bombogor that it was his decision to make, and that he
stood with Mrs.  Piri in her desire to be impregnated.  Mr.  Alkaras, in
his business suit, stood calmly in front of the sweating, naked, besieged
teenager, calmly asking questions from the outline and waiting patiently
for the jagged answers that were punctuated by Miss Dewyea's tongue and the
nipple-stiffening teasing of Angela's feathers.

   The last question was, "Do you intend to ejaculate into Mrs.  Piri at
the appointed time?"

   "Y - yes.  It's -- my d - duty as the Sire."

   Now Mrs.  Piri was called to the stand, and in nervous tones and
imperfect English put on record that she had read the online ad for the
project while on a visit to town, applied with her husband, and went
through the interviews and examinations, all without telling Mr.  Bombogor
or the other elders.  She also said she had not been instructed by the
Project to check with them.  And she explained how raising a Project child,
and exposure to Project personnel, would be good for her people,
particularly the emerging generation.  Kai-Kai, to the extent he could
concentrate, looked down from his tortured perch with approval.

   Mrs.  Piri's nervousness caused her to sweat.  She was still in her
Arctic fur jacket.  Midway through the questioning she took it off. 
Underneath was just a thin white nightshirt.  It turned out the floppy
jacket had been hiding a pair of enormous breasts that were out of
proportion to her thin, slight frame.  They stuck out without a bra,
stretching the shirt like shrouded pumpkins.  The huge brown nipples,
partly visible through the thin fabric, poked out even further.  She seemed
unconcerned with the exposure, continuing to answer the questions
unself-consciously, though for everyone else it was hard not to stare. 
Even Mr.  Alkaras, cool character that he was, had trouble tearing his eyes
away.  As for Kai-Kai, he was never one to ogle girls or women, but his
blinking and squinting eyes took notice.  The breasts swayed ponderously
with her words as she struggled to phrase her answers in good English.

   Last of all it was time to take Ms.  Korov's testimony.  This dragged on
due to the translation required and the people at the table kept looking at
the clock.  Precious minutes were ticking by.  Mr.  Alkaras, who was a
lawyer before he got involved in the Project, conducted the questioning as
efficiently as he could.  He had deliberately saved Ms.  Korov's
questioning for last.  Through the translator she had heard Kai-Kai's and
Mrs.  Piri's testimony and, having been the responsible official, could not
now fudge the facts.  At the same time she testified as to having followed
Project procedures, which did not include consulting elders.

   Mr.  Alkaras was establishing that the Project had done nothing wrong.
While also making clear that when dealing with aboriginal cultures
procedures had to be improved.  It was essential to the success of the
Project that the Sire's children be placed in every corner of the globe,
among all the world's peoples, so relations with traditional, rural
cultures was important.  Ultimately there should be no inhabited area on
the planet where one child was more than a couple hundred miles from the
next.  The Project's term for this ideal was "complete penetration".  The
Project was looking into penetration of the aboriginal peoples of the
Amazonian rain forest, and the Board wanted to make sure it was ready for
this huge challenge.

   Meanwhile the protocol was proceeding.  Now it was time for Mrs.  Kimura
to participate.  She swirled a cup of hot, hot coffee in her mouth and
swallowed.  Now she got behind Elaine.  Miss Dewyea withdrew the anal rod
and looked at the two women on the other side of the boy.  Coordinating
their movements carefully, Elaine unhinged and removed the metal case, and
Mrs.  Kimura, kneeling down in front of the boy, picked up the frozen penis
and lined it up with her throat.

   "OHHHHH!!!" Kai-Kai's howl interrupted the questioning.  Miss Dewyea had
stuck her tongue into his rectum in time with Mrs.  Kimura taking the
entirety of his chilled penis down her hot throat.  Now her womanly lips
stretched around the thick root and pushed further to finally press wetly
against his pelvis, while her trained throat muscles undulated around the
quickly reviving shaft.

   "OHHHH!!  -- OHHH!!  -- NOOO!!!!" The boy's eyes bugged out.

   "Oh my god!" Angela said.  "No!"

   Miss Dewyea and Mrs.  Kimura immediately knew what had gone wrong.  They
pulled back from Kai-Kai's body, front and back.  His twitching penis
bounced up and down, a drop of pre-cum at the end.

   "NOOO!!!" Kai-Kai cried out.

   It was inspiration that did it.  With her two middle fingers Angela
pressed hard into Kai-Kai's perineum.

   "Kcchhhhkk!  Kcchhkk!" The boy gasped as if choking, veins popping out
on his neck and forehead.  His body shook such that the whole "horse" shook
with him.  Angela pressed some more.  In front, the boy's penis expanded to
an extent never before seen.  It looked like it was inflated, a balloon
about to burst.  Mrs.  Piri recoiled.  Everyone else's eyes widened.  From
the widely distended meatus dripped clear fluid.

   Angela continued to press forward with all her might, such that the
"horse" tipped slightly forward.  Kai-Kai gasped once more, then began deep
breathing.  His thin chest and concave tummy signaled the laboring of his
lungs and diaphragm.  Finally he exhaled and whispered, as if to himself,
"Oh God . . .  That was close."

   Angela removed her fingers and put her hands down.  For a moment
everyone was silent.  Then she came around to face him.  The well-dressed
premed student and the naked, sweating Sire looked at each other for a
moment.  Then to everyone's puzzlement they laughed.

   Kai-Kai swallowed, his body sweating.  Then he laughed some more.  "Good
old Grier!"

   Indeed, the irony.  And Angela thought of how huge the boy's penis
looked just now.  Seven inches of that -- more, really -- had been squeezed
inside that Goth woman, hugeness that could not be seen but had to have
been felt in the small confines of her shortish body.  Maybe Grier
Donaldson, of Brooklyn, N.Y., aside from being sexually skilled, was also
into pain.

   Part 10

   After a decent interval Mr.  Alkaras resumed with the few questions he
had left for Ms.  Korov.  He said, "Let's close the record.  Thanks to you
all."

   "It's 7:25," Mr.  Schreiber said.  "Kai-Kai, you need some time to
recover from that." The boy slowly got down off the horse, stiffly, then
stretched his arms and legs.  He looked around at everyone.

   "I'm going to go to the library lounge and tell those -- elders -- that
the impreg will be here," Kai-Kai's father continued.

   "Good idea," his wife said.  He was gone and now Mr.  Alkaras said
goodnight as Mrs.  Griffith packed up her machine and left.  The transcript
would be ready by noon tomorrow for transmission to the full Board.

   Ms.  Canworthy said to Mr.  Alkaras, "If those elders are going to be
here, we should probably stay for this." The Chairman nodded.

   Kai-Kai began breaking down the horse.  Despite the continued stiffness
of his muscles he did it quickly and the pieces were back in the
tube-shaped box.  He took it upstairs with the anal rod which they could
hear him cleaning in the sink.  He came down and took up the toolbox and
the feathers.  Meanwhile everyone else watched.  When it came to Sire
business he liked doing everything himself if possible.

   Now he went into a corner and pulled out the special cushioned table
used for the living room impregs, which were usually just the I-2's,
scheduled right after breakfast.  He unfolded it so that the woman about to
receive him could lay back and also rest her legs on the extended sides. 
He looked at Mrs.  Piri, trying again not to notice her outsized breasts,
and said, "Is this o.k.?"

   Elaine said, "How are you feeling, Kai-Kai?"

   "Well . . .  ow!" He bent over, holding his crotch.  "My testicles . .
."

   With a smirk his sister said, "You have 'blue balls'."

   "Um . . .  yes," he said, smiling at the pain, good-naturedly, still a
little bit laughing at how Angela had copied Grier's technique.  He stood
up and clinically massaged his testicles.

   "Kai-Kai, I'm sorry," Mrs.  Kimura said.  "I took in too much of you.  I
almost made you come."

   "That's o.k.," the boy said, still rolling his kiwis around.  "This . .
. has been a surprising day for me too."

   Ms.  Canworthy observed, "This -- Grier's -- technique has some more
remote effects, apparently. . .  I'll make a full report to Dr. 
Chatterjee."

   Elaine was about to say something when the door opened and her father
walked in, with three large men in suits, the same three who had tried to
intimidate Kai-Kai in the rain that afternoon.

   "I understand you wanted to watch," Mrs.  Schreiber said, coolly.

   The oldest of the three approached the table and said, "My name is
Grigor Bombogor.  I represent the Chukchi tribe."

   "We understand the situation," Ms.  Canworthy said in an official voice.

   After introductions were made, not terribly warmly, Mr.  Bombogor said,
"You must understand we do not have impure motives.  Fortunately we have
learned that it is common that there are witnesses when the Sire . . . 
gives a woman his seed.

   "From our country there is great scandal in girls being brought to
America under pretenses and then to find themselves forced into
prostitution, or pornography.  We wanted to make sure this is not so with
Evenk," he said, calling Mrs.  Piri by her first name.

   Actually none of the Americans had thought of that, the problem of
"white slavery" traffic from Russia.  Their opinion of this man improved
somewhat.

   "Well in that case," Mr.  Alkaras said, "let's allow the Sire to
inseminate."

   Mr.  Bombogor looked at Kai-Kai's penis, which was quite a bit larger
than it had been in the cold rain.  With uncharacteristic tenderness he
said, "He will not . . .  hurt Evenk . . .  with that?  I have never seen
one so big."

   "I know not to go in more than four point five inches," Kai-Kai said.

   The visitors got seated on the long couch.  Kai-Kai turned to face Mrs.
Piri who had arranged herself on what the family called "the impreg table".
And the boy's eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

   Mrs.  Piri had quickly shucked her clothes and was totally naked.

   Kai-Kai had never seen a naked woman before.  He was not one to look at
pornography; in fact he seemed prudish.  He did not like dirty jokes,
didn't like to talk about sex (except in connection with his Sire duties),
and tended to look away when a scantily dressed female passed by.  Even
Marikit's affectionate comments, innocuous as they were, made him blush.

   They had not known that the Chukchi had no nudity taboo.  The Chukchi
live in heavily insulated animal-skin yurts and always disrobe upon
entering.  It would be suicidal to stay clothed, sweat, and then go back
out into minus forty degree weather with wet clothes.

   So Mrs.  Piri, a shy and reserved woman by nature, nevertheless felt no
inhibition as she waited naked and spread-legged for the Sire.  Though she
was a little puzzled by the hesitant look on his face.

   For the first time in Kai-Kai's life there was another naked person in
his world.  Whether this surprise aroused him or had the opposite effect
was hard to tell.  He briefly looked at the clothes and boots Mrs.  Piri
had set aside, and the retainer dildo she had extracted.  Then he collected
himself and got to work.  The impreg table was set up so that the woman's
vagina was at the level of his penis.  All he had to do was walk up to it.

   Angela recognized the routine by now.  The boy rubbed his glans up and
down the woman's vaginal lips, in the process getting fully erect.  Then he
carefully inserted.  It was much the same process as with Mrs.  Hatwood,
sawing in and out gradually, bit by bit, listening carefully for signs of
discomfort.  Mrs.  Piri grimaced a couple of times but nodded so that the
boy could go in a little further.  The elders looked on with expressionless
faces.  Everyone else looked with some concern, hoping the boy could
"perform" after what he had been through.

   When exactly 4.5 inches of his penis was inserted, Kai-Kai stopped,
allowing Mrs.  Piri to get used to his considerable girth.  Less than half
of Kai-Kai was still twice the volume of the average man's entire erection
and, as it happened, about three times the size of Mr.  Piri's.  Mrs.  Piri
gasped in what must have been a little pain.  Her shallow breathing gave
way after a few seconds to a more relaxed exhale.

   Angela was struck by the novelty of seeing Kai-Kai with another naked
person.  Constant exposure to sun and wind and rain had given him an
over-all tan which often talked about.  At times his skin seemed to glow.
By contrast one could guess that in Siberia Mrs.  Piri had never been
outside naked.  But her natural skin tone matched his tan.

   Now the serious pumping began.  As the clothed people watched, the nude
couple settled into a rhythm as together they ascended through the platform
stage of sexual arousal, the woman's hands reaching around and grasping the
boy's tight little butt cheeks, the boy pulling almost his entire penis out
and then gently pushing until half of it (or not quite half) was buried in
her lush forest of pubic hair, then pulling out again.  Her breasts bounced
back and forth in rhythm, firm mountains that almost hit her chin and then
swung down toward her navel and then back again.

   They got to the peak in less than a minute.  Elaine scooted forward and
kneeled on the carpet a few feet behind her brother.  "Tynga!  Tynga!" --
as Mrs.  Piri reached orgasm she called out her husband's name.  And now
the polite, low groan from the Sire and he inhaled and his body stiffened.
His anus was facing them and they all looked closely as it began to open
and close every 0.8 seconds as his internal muscles pumped spurt after
spurt of his DNA against the woman's cervix.  Was this the "really big
load" Kai-Kai had wanted to give her?  Or just normal size?  Or less than
normal?  Elaine counted eight contractions in rhythm, and an irregular
ninth one, but as to his output, they really had no way of telling.

   A brief embrace, and now Kai-Kai stood up and withdrew.  As Mrs.  Piri
recovered on the table, closing her legs, the boy backed away.  Standing in
the middle of the room surrounded by people watching, he caught his breath
as everyone looked down to his penis that was beginning to subside, the
proximal half of it dry, the distal half wet with Mrs.  Piri's secretions.
A final blob of semen dripped from the meatus onto the carpet, to be
cleaned up later with a special detergent.

   Elaine's impulsive clapping broke the silence.  Soon the people at the
dining table were clapping too.  Elaine hugged Kai-Kai and mussed his hair.
"Way to go, bro!!" He smiled and hugged her back, and then stood there
unsteadily, with a dazed smile.

   "Have a good trip back," Mrs.  Schreiber said with awakened
friendliness, as Mrs.  Piri put her clothes back on and the elders got up.
Angela was struck by the level of respect they showed Mrs.  Piri.  They
stood and waited patiently as she dressed, and helped put her Arctic jacket
back on.  To them, she was already pregnant, though it likely would be a
few hours before one of the boy's billion or so sperm met up with the egg
in her fallopian tube.  Kai-Kai had been right -- Chukchi held pregnant
women in great regard.

   "Kai-Kai, you should get that certificate signed," Ms.  Canworthy said.
"They're leaving town now."

   "Oh -- right." The boy having caught his breath, he went to a small
stack of papers on a credenza in the hallway.  From the refrigerator he got
out a little plastic thing that looked like one of those clear cases
stacked on his dresser.  It contained a few drops of his semen from this
morning's first impreg.  The I-1 usually received his biggest load of the
day and it was her job, as the Sire was groggily getting out of bed after
his half-awake ejaculation, to collect the excess semen to be smeared on
the certificates.

   "I might as well do everyone else's," Kai-Kai said, as he pulled up a
chair next to his mother, and with blue pen in his left hand began signing
the day's certificates, all of them except for the I-7 which he would sign
later.  Like the I-1, the I-7 had an extra duty after her impreg.  In her
case it was to bring the day's certificates to the Guest House for filing
and transmittal to the World Health Organization.

   The names and other information were already filled in, and the
locations, except for Grier's.  The certificates were in the standard
format:

   Certification by the Sire

   This is to certify that on [date] at [time] a.m./p.m.  at [location],
[city] [state] [country] I, Khalil D.  Schreiber, the Sire, inserted my
penis into the vagina of [name] [Project ID number] and ejaculated therein
in the direction of her cervix in an amount I believe sufficient to result
in pregnancy.  For authentication purposes, on the original of this
document I have today put a smear of my semen in the box below. 
[signature]

   Kai-Kai put his careful, neat left-handed signature on the six
certificates, for Ms.  Gonzalez, Ms.  Murakimi, Mrs.  Makemba, Mrs. 
Hatwood, Grier, and Mrs.  Piri.

   "Mom?  What's the name of that old gym building?  That's where I
inseminated Grier."

   "Um . . .  San Beueno Hall."

   The boy filled in the blank space and now the certificates were all
complete.  He ran them through the compact copier on the credenza, three
copies each.  He sat down back at the table and opened the little case. 
With his right pinky he carefully smeared a dab of this morning's semen on
each of the originals, wiping the excess off on his bare forearm.  Just a
tiny smudge on each, such that it dried within seconds.

   Mrs.  Piri's certificate got special treatment.  He stood up and ran his
fingers along his penis, coaxing a last drop out.  So Mrs.  Piri had the
special honor of having her certificate smeared with semen fresh from the
Sire.  He smiled at her and she smiled back.

   He hugged her, and then with goodbyes all around that surprised everyone
with their warmth, the four Chukchi were out the door, the men careful that
Mrs.  Piri, the "pregnant" woman, go first, like a queen leading her
subjects.  They were a little in a hurry, having suddenly realized that
they had to get going to catch the plane to Anchorage, the first stop on
their way home.

   Now Ms.  Canworthy and Mr.  Alkaras left, and Mr.  Schreiber went
upstairs to grade some papers, leaving just Angela and Kai-Kai and his
mother and sister.

   "I'm tired, Mom," Kai-Kai said.  "I'm going to take a nap."

   "You deserve it," his mother said.  "I'll get Mrs.  MacGregor to come in
an hour later."

   "Thanks," he said.  Then he thought and said, "I'd better shower first."
He needed one, after sweating so much the last few hours, what with Grier,
then the "protocol", and now Mrs.  Piri.  It would be inconsiderate of his
I-7, Mrs.  MacGregor, not to.

   Angela, like everyone else on campus, was familiar with the Sire's
showering habits, and she knew that today was different, with that
super-orgasm induced by Grier, then the strenuous protocol.  He had learned
to work up to ejaculation with very little effort, it mostly being a matter
of waiting for the women'a orgasm, so normally he didn't sweat during
impregs.  In cold weather like this he usually needed to shower only once,
in the morning before going out to classes (this was after the I-1 impreg,
breakfast and the I-2 impreg).

   In hot weather it was different, especially with so many women wanting
their impregs outdoors.  Dripping with sweat and semen and vaginal juices,
sometimes he needed to shower three or four times a day.  So for his
convenience there were eight outdoor showers, set up at various places on
campus and in town, which he used from April to September.  They were
minimal, just an eight-foot cold-water pipe topped by a shower head, a
faucet at waist level, and below, a box-like metal grille over the drain.
To the side was a little open stand for the towel, soap and scrub brush,
under a rain shield.  There was no screen or curtain of course, and
sometimes people came up to converse with the naked Sire up on the grille
platform as if on public display, soaping and scrubbing himself all over in
his calm and modestly uninhibited way.  It was his job to change the little
towels once a week, scooting around on his mountain bike every Saturday
after his I-3.  And to close the ground-level valves at the end of the
season with the special wrench.

   Now Angela and Mrs.  Schreiber and Elaine heard the shower turned on
upstairs.  Angela figured it was time to go.  "Good meeting you," she said.
"And thanks for the wonderful meal."

   "Actually that meal was by Kai-Kai," Elaine said.  "That boy is such a
housewife!" All three of them laughed.

   Part 11

   It was around 11 p.m.  when Angela, back in her dorm room after a stint
in the library, went through her things and discovered she didn't have her
cell phone.  Playing the day back in her mind she realized she must have
left it at the Schreibers'.  She remembered putting it back in her pocket
after she dropped it in Kai-Kai's closet, trying to get her arms around
those big feathers.  She must have dropped it a second time.  It was late
but she had to go back.

   She was greeted at the door by Mrs.  Schreiber who led her into the
kitchen.  She and her daughter were apparently having "girl talk" over
glasses of white wine.

   "I'm pretty sure I dropped my phone in Kai-Kai's room," Angela said. 
She was about to ask if she could go upstairs when a woman's gasp was heard
from that vicinity.  Angela quickly sized up what was happening up there.

   "You should wait but I don't expect it will be long," Mrs.  Schreiber
said.  "His last impreg tends to be quick.  Have some wine."

   Angela thought for a second but accepted.  She sat down and took a sip.
She wasn't a wine person but this was good.  Another gasp from upstairs. 
It was a low-pitched female gasp.  She looked at the board on the
refrigerator and was reminded of the I-7's name, Morag MacGregor, from
Inverness, Scotland.  Now a third gasp.  It was funny but Angela supposed
even the gasps had a Scottish accent.  Mrs.  MacGregor evidently had not
"checked the box" and didn't want people walking in.  This was fine with
Angela; she didn't mind waiting and liked hanging out with these two.  Plus
she didn't feel like watching another impreg.  What she had seen today was
entirely within her role as part of the medical team, and it was everyday
life for Kai-Kai for people to watch him having sex, but she still felt
like a voyeur.

   "I'm surprised Kai-Kai still has the energy to give another -- another
'load'," Angela said.  Everyone else seemed to use this term so she might
as well.

   Elaine said, "He can go all the way in with Mrs.  MacGregor."

   "How often does he get someone like that?"

   Mrs.  Schreiber contemplated the roster board, which she drew up every
morning in erasable marker in her flowerly script.  "Maybe one out of a
hundred.  So a couple of times a month.  Anyway, full engulfment always
makes him come easily."

   Angela said, "We almost saw that with Mrs.  Kimura's throat today."

   "Yes," Mrs.  Schreiber said.  "Congratulations on your intervention. 
You learned something from that I-5."

   Elaine said, "Wow, I thought his penis was going to explode.  I've never
seen it like that.  I bet he swelled up to 500 cc.  You should tell Dr. 
Chatterjee."

   Angela said, "I will. . .  I was impressed with what Miss Dewyea and
Mrs. Kimura were doing.  They were like a team."

   Mrs.  Schreiber laughed.  "They live for that.  They've done it many
times.  It's down to a science."

   "I don't see how Mrs.  Kimura could take all that down her throat. 
She's such a small woman."

   Elaine said, "You saw her swallow a shrunken, half-frozen penis.  But
she can deep-throat him even when he's fully erect."

   "How can that be?  He would penetrate into her stomach.  Stomach acid
would burn his skin off."

   Another gasp from upstairs.  And a little grunt that sounded like it was
from Kai-Kai.  Now a squeak of bedsprings.

   "That was something the Project was wondering about too.  They'd seen it
done at drainings and got curious." Elaine opened up a laptop that had been
sitting on the counter.  "Kai-Kai's erect penis measures 23 cm, which is
longer than the esophagus of someone of Mrs.  Kimura's size.  Also his
girth forcing it open would make it shorter, like squeezing a Chinese
finger trap.  But deep throating is useful because it is such a sure way to
make him come when he's tired, particularly at the end of the drainings,
and we always want to increase his capacity and endurance.  So last year
the Draining Committee looked into how Mrs.  Kimura could do such a thing,
and maybe how other women could be trained.  I was a consultant for them so
they sent me their findings."

   On the screen appeared the head and neck of Mrs.  Kimura in profile, not
dressed formally but in a tank top that exposed her slim neck and delicate
shoulders.  She was looking upward, evidently at the glans of Kai-Kai's
erect penis which now came into view above her.  The huge glans dwarfed her
petite features, as if it belonged to a giant, instead of a boy barely the
same height as she was.  She opened her mouth as wide as she could and
wiggled her head as she pushed up onto the glans, as if rummaging inside
her mouth to find space for it.  By fractions of an inch the boy's penis
slowly wedged into her, her stretched lips now grasping the thick shaft as
it slid past, and now Angela saw the top of Mrs.  Kimura's neck bulge as
the glans continued its progress.  She pitched her head left to right,
pushing onto the penis more than the boy was pushing into her, and bit by
bit the bulge traveled down until her entire neck looked much thicker than
before, veins sticking out.

   Now as the final two inches entered her mouth Kai-Kai's kiwi-sized
testicles came into view, then his bare thigh and pelvis.  Finally the
massive root disappeared past her widely stretched lips and her nose was
buried in his sparse pubic hair.  Her jaws seemed impossibly pried open and
her eyes were forced shut.  The boy's testicles pushed out to either side,
larger than the hollows of her cheeks.  Her whole face was distorted.  In a
final demonstration of her skill, Mrs.  Kimura angled her head upward and
pressed her lips into the boy's pelvis, the hanging testicles touching her
ears, her nose crushed, the veins in her neck bulging further.  It seemed a
savage impalement, a grotesque monster forcing itself into her, or at least
it would, if one didn't know that these huge genitals belonged to such a
sweet, gentle boy whose main concern was not hurting her.

   Of course Mrs.  Kimura could not breathe with Kai-Kai's penis taking up
the upper part of her digestive tract.  After a few seconds, she braced her
hands against the bare thighs and drew her head back.  The huge shaft, now
wet with saliva, began to reappear, her lips being pulled out as it slid
past them.  Inch after inch, the shaft seemed to be endless as it withdrew.
Her throat shrank back to its normal delicate contours.  Finally the
plum-sized glans popped out, sticky with esophageal mucus, a few strands of
which hung down outside of camera range.  As Mrs.  Kimura caught her breath
Kai-Kai's hand now entered the picture, holding the penis at about the
midway point.  There was the unsteady slap of bare feet as he repositioned.
Standing slightly closer to the camera, he stepped forward and angled the
penis to align with Mrs.  Kimura's neck as she raised her head to the
deep-throat angle.  The camera panned back.  Of course the penis looked
even larger now, being closer than Mrs.  Kimura, but one could see that the
glans was down about even with the middle of her chest.  Mrs.  Kimura was
braless under her tank top and the glans was below the level of her
nipples.

   "Amazing," Angela said.

   "Like it seems, the end of the penis seems like it should have gone into
her stomach," Elaine said.

   Another screen shot showed a cutaway diagram of the human throat and
thorax.  "Kai-Kai reports that at full engulfment -- that's our term for
when his entire penis is in -- he feels tightness around his glans which is
very stimulating." Pointing with her finger, Elaine said, "We believe he is
reaching the lower esophageal sphincter, which keeps stomach acids from
coming up into the esophagus.  And the tightness he feels is probably the
lower pharyngeal constrictor muscle." Indeed the diagram showed a muscle
that wrapped around the bottom of the esophageal tube.

   "Now for the MRI which removed all doubt." Angela's eyes widened at the
amazing detail in the black-and-white snapshot -- the bones of Mrs.  Piri's
spine, muscles, lunges, vocal cords, trachea . .  and the large ghostly
fleshy spear, widening the slim throat, and extending well into the chest
cavity, in fact past the heart!  "Kai-Kai also reported feeling a heartbeat
about an inch behind his glans.  And you can see the end of his penis, in
its esophageal sheath, does indeed pass by the heart.  In fact it presses
all the way down to Mrs.  Kimura's diaphragm, and to fully accept him she
has to exhale, which causes the diaphragm to flex downward.  Like most
people, her heart leans to the left, so Kai-Kai has to be careful to aim
toward her right, or his left.  You see the lower pharyngeal constrictor
muscle here at about the septimal or octaval zone."

   "Septimal?  Octaval?"

   "We refer to various zones of Kai-Kai's erection in terms of inches,
beginning with the root.  Septimal means his seventh inch, and octaval
means his eighth inch."

   "Oh right." Angela had seen these terms on the 'atlases" in the "Sire
Collection" at the library.  The Project had mapped out in detail the
geography of Kai-Kai's extensive penis, areas of greater or lesser
sensitivity, underside zones, overside zones, left, right, sextimal,
septimal, octaval, etc., as well as the rest of his reproductive organs.

   "What all this meant was, if a small woman such as Mrs.  Kimura could
deep-throat Kai-Kai, then any woman could.  This is important because it
would be nice if someone could help her out at the drainings; some weeks
she can't be there.  So Mrs.  Kimura got to work.  She put an announcement
on the faculty web page -- 'Deep Throat the Sire'!  -- and given how many
women are in love with this cute boy, you can imagine the response.  We
gave her some of those 'Model Sire' dildos we give to the P-1's to help
them determine their 'pitch'.  She used them in the classes she gave.  By
now there are, I think, five other women who got their 'diplomas'."

   Angela had never been at a draining but she'd read about them.  "I've
always been concerned about what happens on those Sunday mornings.  At
least past a certain point, Kai-Kai can't be enjoying those . . . 
orgasms."

   Mrs.  Schreiber chimed in.  "He won't tell us what he thinks, and
someone who is having an orgasm often looks and sounds like someone in
pain. But from what I hear, he probably enjoys the first three or four
ejaculations.  After that his penis is very sensitive, and he probably
wants to just go to sleep, but he's . . .  well . . .  he's so selfless,
putting himself through that, giving all he has to the Project, and the
many lives it will save."

   As if on cue, there was another gasp from upstairs, then a "oh Lord!",
definitely with a Scottish accent, then the rhythmic moans of a woman in
orgasm.  Followed by that polite low moan she had gotten to know, the
Sire's announcement that he was about to ejaculate (in the jargon of the
Project, the "moment of effectuation").  This time he was more vocal than
usual, and in his boyish voice he called out the woman's name.  "Ohh . . .
ohh . . .  oh Mrs.  MacGregor! . . .  OH!  OHH!!" Along with some loud
creaks of the bedsprings.  Then the matching deep breaths of male and
female and then silence.

   Angela, Mrs.  Schreiber and Elaine sat at the table without speaking,
then simultaneously sipped from their wine glasses, as if in celebration,
respect, or prayer.

   It was Angela who broke the silence.  "Have you ever been at a
draining?"

   "Oh no," Mrs.  Schreiber said.  "We don't go.  And of course we don't
participate.  The incest taboo is alive and well with us.  The Project
assumes we never have sexual contact with the Sire."

   "Ewww!!" Elaine said with a smile.  "Sex with my brother?  Yuck!!" She
laughed like a teenager.  Of course what they were saying was true.  When
Kai-Kai's sexual equipment was touched by family members it was only in a
clinical manner, like when his mother inspected his testicles, as if
checking a rash on his forehead, or Elaine placed his penis in that frozen
metal case, as if putting a band-aid on a cut finger.

   Angela laughed too.  "The drainings must be agonizing enough without you
helping out!" She immediately regretted this joke but it was well received.

   "Seriously though, I understand they go on until he has nothing left to
ejaculate, what they call a 'drygasm'.  That's usually about his ninth or
tenth orgasm, maybe two hours in.  He's left to nap for half an hour or so,
then splashed awake with ice water.  If he's in the lab he's dropped into
an ice bath in the transparent tub, then pulled out.  At that point Mrs. 
Kimura and her friends take over.  They usually get two or three final
orgasms out of him before they show mercy and let him konk out."

   "Surely they don't get any more fluid out of him by that point."

   Elaine continued, "That has been the subject of a lot of debate in the
Draining Committee.  Those final, deep throat orgasms are not typical.  The
contractions are slower than normal, every 1.5 seconds or so, with a full
body character.  Of course Mrs.  Kimura, or whoever is throating him, is
also using her fingers to reach into his rectum to massage his prostate,
which should cause him to eject whatever fluid he has left in there. 
During the contractions Mrs.  Kimura reports a kind of sensation similar to
fluid shooting down his urethra into her stomach, but she can't be sure. 
Kai-Kai is not lucid enough at that point to say one way or the other.  In
fact no one really knows."

   At that point a tall, slightly overweight woman in a long skirt and a
slightly askew tartan jacket padded unsteadily down the stairs in stocking
feet.  In her hand was a freshly signed certificate.

   "Och, that was somethin'," she said.

   Mrs.  Schreiber smiled good-naturedly.  "I hope it was pleasant."

   Morag MacGregor, age 44, six feet tall and 195 lbs., mother of six
children, three of them grown and moved away, settled in next to Angela,
clumsily but comfortably, a well-f**ked women in post-orgasmic bliss.  "Oh
I got off pretty damn well.  But half a liter o' cock!  And on such a wee
lad!  My Niall is huge but . . ." She looked at the mother's concerned face
and said, "No, it didna hurt.  I had to breathe odd to make it work
though."

   "Here, let me copy that for you." Elaine did that and returned the
original certificate to the I-7.

   Mrs.  MacGregor took a flask out of her pocket.  "I know, I'm a
stereotype.  A Scot with her whiskey.  I'd offer you some but I see you're
already drinkin'." She took a swig.  "My last gulp for nine months. . . 
Well maybe this one is." Another swig.

   They smiled at her, the big friendly face, hair turning unashamedly
gray, wrinkles around the eyes, products of a life of much happiness and
laughter.  She said, "He's a good lad.  A fair reflection on you," she said
to Mrs.  Schreiber, as one middle-aged mother to another.

   "I hear he's a good student too," Mrs.  MacGregor continued.

   "Yes, he is," Kai-Kai's mother said.  "Too quiet, though."

   "Well, that's not surprisin', he must be awful peaceful, with all those
endorphins floatin' around in him. . .  I'm surprised he has time for
anything, with all us women to knock up."

   "That's a common misconception.  Um," Elaine said, blushing as everyone
laughed at this unintended pun.  "Actually the impregs take up a total of
only two and a half hours a day, including going to and coming from the
locations."

   The Scot contemplated her flask, and decided to screw on the top and put
it back in her jacket.  "As much time as bein' on the school football
team."

   "Yes." They had never thought of it that way before.  And it was an
athletic endeavor, at least for parts of him.

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "You should get up there for the smear before he
falls asleep."

   "Och, right." In a moment she was down again with her prize, the smeared
original certificate.  "Where are the others?" Elaine gave her the folder
with the copies of the other certificates for the day.  It was the I-7's
job to take these back to the Guest House.  "He's worn out but I'm worn out
too.  I took all of him!" she said with pride.  "G'night now!" She got her
boots on at the door and was gone.

   Part 12

   After she left they heard Kai-Kai's weary voice from upstairs.  "I'm
going to bed.  Good night, Mom."

   "Good night, Kai-Kai!" his mother called up.  Angela thought of saying
good night but then realized he didn't know she was there.  She decided not
to announce her presence.  Mrs.  Schreiber whispered to her, "Wait till
he's asleep and then you can go up to get your phone."

   Angela whispered back, "O.K.  I'm glad I turned it off."

   Now they heard the sandy whisper of leathery soles on bathroom tile, the
sound of urination into the toilet -- Kai-Kai was always good about
flushing out his urethra after the last ejaculation of the day -- and now
the sound of teeth being brushed.

   The three women sat at the kitchen table, sipping their wine in tiny
sips.  Angela had a lot left.  She wondered if it would be impolite to
leave it unfinished.

   Now they all smiled as they heard the sound of the Sire snoring.  Angela
recognized it from the naps he would take on the quad in warm weather,
lying on his back in his naked state on one of those concrete tables, legs
sprawled all over, while people passed by.

   "He's like a buzzsaw, isn't he?" Elaine said.

   "Yes, I've heard him sleep on the quad," Angela said.  "It's amazing how
uninhibited he is about sleeping like that out in the open."

   "Yes," his mother said.  "Even here, he doesn't need a door.  But I
close it anyway so I can get some sleep myself.  His snoring keeps me
awake. It doesn't bother Elting.  He turned in an hour ago and he can sleep
through anything."

   Angela said, "It must be odd, with his father.  Mr.  Schreiber is a man,
just like Kai-Kai."

   "Yes," Mrs.  Schreiber said, anticipating another frequently asked
question.  "But he doesn't think of his own sexual functioning when he sees
Kai-Kai in action.  He says he sees Kai-Kai as either a super being, or
maybe a third sex, or maybe even a 'special needs' child.  Aside from that,
it's pretty much a typical father - son relationship."

   "That's interesting," Angela said.  She took another sip and laughed. 
"Mrs.  MacGregor is a real character."

   "Yes," Elaine said.  "The Project naturally prefers women that
comfortable with themselves and with the impreg.  Unfortunately places like
Scotland are where the Project's work is needed the least.  I wish we could
get that level of comfort from all cultures."

   "She was proud of taking all of him.  Full engulfment," Angela mused,
using the standard Project term.

   "Most are not so at ease unfortunately," Mrs.  Schreiber said.  "Keiko
Murakimi for example, the I-2 this morning." She motioned to the living
room and the "impreg table".  "Her pitch is only 3.1 inches.  She was
nervous throughout breakfast and positively froze up when Kai-Kai placed
his glans on her labia.  Good thing the I-1, Cristina Gonzalez, was still
here.  There was a language barrier but she held Keiko's hand and wiped her
brow as he went in bit by bit."

   "Also N'Chang was here for her lesson," Elaine said.  "I'm her tutor. 
She's from Zambia.  It made Keiko more at ease if another woman was doing
the inserting, so to speak, so Kai-Kai just leaned back a bit as N'Chang
guided his penis into her with both hands."

   Angela tried to picture this in her mind, women of all colors helping
with an impreg.  "It was an inspiring sight," Elaine said.  "I wish we
could have photographed that scene for Project publicity."

   "So the impreg went o.k.?"

   "Yes, there wasn't really any worry.  Freezing up like that happens
occasionally, even after using the retainer dildo.  It was just a matter of
being gentle and patient," Elaine said.

   "Today must have been unusual," Angela said, "in terms of things going
wrong.  Or almost going wrong.  The I-5, Grier, making him give such a huge
'load' such that we had to do that 'protocol' to make sure he had enough
built up for the I-6.  I hope it succeeded."

   "I'm pretty sure it did," Elaine said.  We all saw his anus twitch.  I
counted nine contractions."

   "So did I," Mrs.  Schreiber said.

   "So did I," Angela said.

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "But yes, to answer your question, today was
unusual.  It's rare to see Kai-Kai get upset.  It's only when he thinks
he's failed us, or the Project, or one of the women.  Like today he was
worried he wouldn't be able to inseminate Mrs.  Piri.  Usually he's so
placid.  Maybe it's the endorphins, like Mrs.  MacGregor said."

   "When was the last time he got upset?"

   Elaine and her mother looked at each other, trying to remember.  Then
Elaine said, "Maybe that time last year when he went in too fast and the
woman jumped off the table and hid in the bathroom."

   "That was bad," Mrs.  Schreiber agreed.  "The Project really shouldn't
take women that small.  Her pitch was only 2.5 inches, or around that.  But
she was from a place that had never been penetrated.  Madagascar, I think."

   "Kai-Kai was traumatized himself," Elaine said.  "He was in tears, and
couldn't go through with the next two impregs.  He walked out to the lake
and sat there for a long time.  Then he took a swim, and came back in a
better mood.  We had to reschedule all three women, so he did eight impregs
each on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.  He can do that in a pinch.  They
tell me that at the draining the next morning he ran dry early."

   Angela said, "One Sunday, around one o'clock in the afternoon, I saw him
stumbling off the soccer field.  He must have been coming back here after a
draining."

   "Yes, that sounds about right," Mrs.  Schreiber said.  "They let him
sleep on the grass and usually he's out for three hours or so.  Then he
comes home.  I know it sounds cruel, leaving him out there on the field,
but I think he likes being alone by that point.  A lot of times he gets
applause from people on his walk home.  Then when he comes back he eats and
showers and naps some more.  He has free time after that, and at six
o'clock we take him to the Guest House for the welcome dinner."

   "He's so shy, he must hate those dinners."

   Elaine said, "We make him go.  Mostly he's embarrassed at being so
fawned over.  Women love him at first sight."

   "It's amazing how he can be so socially awkward like that, and yet be so
relaxed with people around him while he's having sex." Angela thought of
something she'd read in a Draining Committee report in Sire Collection. 
"Apparently he can converse with friends even during drainings, the ones in
Lab 6 at least."

   "Well . . ." Elaine said.  "He tells us that if he is having an orgasm
when someone talks to him, after he comes 'back to earth' he can 'play
back' what he heard and respond.  But during the peak moment his mind is
scrambled."

   It was time for another demonstration from Elaine's laptop.  "He's a
guy. He loves video games.  But look at this." Kai-Kai, and his bare
shoulders and chest, in front of a computer playing -- what was that? 
Asteroids Deluxe??  "He likes vintage games."

   The video was maybe from a year ago.  Or at least sometime in the past.
Kai-Kai looked a bit younger, thinner.  And he was hitting the keyboard
over and over, his eyes glued to the screen.  Now, oddly, a gasp from his
lips.  And now another.  Surely a boy can't be THAT excited about a video
game . . .

   "What's happening?" Angela said.

   Elaine paused the video.  "You can't see it but he's being deep-throated
under the desk by Mrs.  Kimura, or maybe one of her 'graduates'.  This was
before he started inseminating and to get him up to speed, so to speak, he
was brought to ten ejaculations a day, sometimes more.  I remember that
time very well.  Usually they were fellating him here in the living room,
while he and his friends were all sitting on the couch watching TV.  He was
chatting with his friends just like teenagers do, except when he was
coming. His friends were used to it and acted like it was nothing.  After
the woman had swallowed his semen, and he caught his breath, he returned to
being another one of the kids, joking about what they were seeing about the
Kardashians."

   "And she'd come over here for a glass of wine," Mrs.  Schreiber added
with a smile.  "Mrs.  Daverson said, 'Wine goes good with Sire semen'."

   "Mom, I think that was Mrs.  Lampanelli," Elaine said.

   "Oh yes, right.  Sometimes three or four of them would sit here and
talk, waiting their turn."

   Elaine returned to the video.  "So anyway, watch this.  We told him to
concentrate through his orgasm as much as he could." They watched as
Kai-Kai was destroying incoming asteroids.  Angela had no interest in video
games but she could see that he was very good; she remembered overhearing a
guy in the dining hall say that Asteroids Deluxe was the hardest game he'd
ever played.

   But now a louder gasp from Kai-Kai and he missed a shot.  Now his body
stiffened and he moaned, and missed a few more, though his eyes bugged out
and he seemed to be trying very hard to stay focused.  "Zhhh . . .  zhhh .
. .  ohh . . .  " Now he gritted his teeth as his body spasmed.  As he was
besieged by jolt after jolt his spaceship got blown up.  At that point he
just sat back, eyes closed, and after a few irregular spasms he opened them
again and shrugged at the camera, raising his hands in a helpless gesture.
Now, thoughtful boy that he was, he looked down and said, "Are you o.k.?"
He slid his chair back and was beginning to help Mrs.  Kimura up out of her
cramped quarters when the video ended.

   Angela said, "So this shows that Kai-Kai can't concentrate at the, um,
peak moment."

   "That's right.  His orgasms are like everyone else's, though more
numerous of course."

   This was certainly food for thought.  "I wonder how that affects his
mental health.  Having orgasms with people watching.  His anus on display
with the contractions being counted."

   "He's so used to it by now that I don't think it affects him," Mrs. 
Schreiber said.  "It's important for the Project that for Kai-Kai,
ejaculation is almost as casual as urination.  We're more concerned about
how he handles that immense responsibility of being the Sire.  We don't
want it to weigh too heavily on him.  So we rarely talk about it.  And he
never asks us.  He wants to keep things light."

   Elaine said, "Kai-Kai is a good-hearted, conscientious kid who wants to
do well.  He thinks of being the Sire like being a student.  He wants to
complete his assignments as well as he can and get good grades.  A lot of
teenage guys want to rebel.  Not him though, quite the opposite.  He lives
for our approval.  Actually I think he's not selfish enough.  He's not in
touch with what *he* wants, as opposed to what others expect of him."

   "That almost goes without saying," the boy's mother said.  "Does he
really want to ejaculate seven times a day, day after day, year after year?
Teenage boys have a high sex drive but even for them there has to be a
limit. . .  If he does feel unsatisfied with his life, though, he hasn't
shown any sign.  And we watch him carefully."

   Part 13 (conclusion)

   Mrs.  Schreiber added, "It's a little odd, that he is so dedicated to
the Project, but doesn't seem to think about it much.  He's not curious
about the organizational aspects, though he could get involved if he wanted
to.  I'm pretty sure he's not aware of the present funding crisis."

   Angela had read about it online.  "That is just so strange.  Just when
it's clear the children are turning out as predicted.  You'd think we'd be
getting more countries chipping in, instead of pulling out."

   "The biggest problem is sub-Sahara Africa," Elaine said.  "They need the
I.R.  the most, with all that AIDS over there.  But the countries are so
unstable, and there's a lot of religious mumbo jumbo opposition."

   Angela said, "My parents are traditional Chinese.  So I know a lot about
superstition."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "We Americans are superstitious too.  We're lucky
though.  We don't suffer too much from it.  But in Africa superstition is
deadly."

   Auto-immune disease was now the world's number one health problem.  Last
year 10 million people died from it.  As part of the adoption process when
Kai-Kai was a baby it was discovered that he was the first known carrier of
the 'I.R.' (Immuno-Restorative) gene -- a gene that was theorized about but
had never actually been detected.  He was just a carrier but the gene would
manifest in his children -- their blood would contain the I.R.  factor from
which could be manufactured the long-sought-after vaccine.  "Manifestation"
was confirmed by amniocentesis on his first children while in utero.  That
was a very happy day for the Project, and worldwide, among people who
recognized its importance.  More recently it was re-confirmed by DNA hair
samples from the born children.

   The problem was how to get from "here" to "there".  Blood plasma to make
the vaccine would not be available until the children's fifth birthday,
when most pediatricians begin to take blood samples anyway.  Currently
there were only about 100 children who had passed their first birthday.  So
the first vaccines were four years in the future.

   "25 - 25" was the goal: have Kai-Kai fertilize 25,000 women by his 25th
birthday.  So far he was on schedule, in fact a little ahead of it, which
was good.  The Project wanted to maintain a margin of error.  Even the
25,000 number included fudge factors.  The incidence of twins and other
multiple births, for example, which more than offset the 1% "drop rate"
(women who did not get pregnant).  If all went on schedule Kai-Kai would
actually end up fathering about 26,500 children.  On the other hand some of
the mothers might go back on their contract, by refusing to have blood
drawn from their children on the semiannual schedule, and of course the
Project couldn't force them.  It would be very ungrateful for the mothers
to do that, after getting all the free prenatal and health care, but it
could happen.  The actual "critical mass" of Sire children, based on
computer models of world population distribution, auto-immune disease
incidence and other factors, was about 22,000.

   Elaine said, "Penetration remains the ongoing problem.  I used to be on
the Penetration Committee.  The places that most need the I.R.  vaccine are
the places with the fewest applicants."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "Complete penetration seems like an impossible
goal.  Publicity in those areas has been difficult.  They were lucky to get
Mrs.  Piri.  She was a real find."

   Angela knew about this state of affairs.  Most of the committee
proceedings seemed to be available here and there in the Sire Collection,
though it was impossible to find the documents in order.  The Collection
was not well organized.  One page would be a Penetration Committee memo,
while the next was a detailed MRI of Kai-Kai's right testicle, with arrows
pointing to the various internal septums and lobules, each one of which the
Spermatogenesis Committee had mapped out and named.  Then there would be a
Draining Committee report on the total amount of semen (called the "yield")
extracted during the monthly Lab 6 drainings (during winter months
Kai-Kai's yield was always higher, about 50 cc).  A page from the
Inspection Committee about changes to the medical team syllabus.  A photo
from the Local Affairs Committee showing Kai-Kai among the rows of students
in the Human Sexuality 101 class, taking notes like everyone else, notable
only for his nudity, and as it happened with Marikit in the seat next to
him; then later in that same class, standing on the lab table with legs
widely spread and hands on his knees, cheerfully allowing himself to be
probed front and back by latex-gloved students, many of whom no doubt were
friends of his, with Marikit a face in the crowd.  Next, a memo on the
reorganization of the Prostate Committee.  Now a diagram from the
(endlessly energetic and inventive) Draining Committee showing a proposed
new nipple cups as part of a "total stimulation machine". . .  The whole
Sire Collection was a mess.  She was thinking of proposing that she
organize it as her Master's Assignment.  It would be a huge task, but
necessary one.  There were thousands of pages, many in foreign languages,
generated by (her best guess was) about 15 or 20 committees, along with
Board minutes, administrative releases and letters, and correspondence from
outside.

   Elaine said, "I still think we should put Kai-Kai 'on tour'."

   Her mother said, "The Committee doesn't like that suggestion."

   "I know, that's why I quit." Responding to Angela's puzzled face, Elaine
continued, "That was my term for it, 'on tour'.  Physically send Kai-Kai to
areas that need to be penetrated.  Some of these indigenous peoples are
hesitant about having their women fly halfway across the world.  I think
that was part of the problem with Mrs.  Piri.  So instead of having the
women come here, Kai-Kai would come to the women, and do the impregs in
their own homes.  He could spend a week in their town, and inseminate forty
women."

   Angela said, "Ms.  Canworthy would tear her hair out, with the
scheduling problems.  Her job is complicated enough."

   "I realize you can't get 40 women in the same village ovulating at the
same time.  But what if only 10 end up pregnant?  That's ten mothers in
that area that we didn't have before."

   "What does Kai-Kai think?" Angela said.  "Did anyone ask him?"

   "He's afraid of offending people."

   "Kai-Kai?  Offend?" Angela thought this was a joke.  "It is impossible
for Kai-Kai to offend anyone.  He is the politest boy in the world."

   "He can offend, just by his nakedness.  We're used to it here.  But not
in a place like, say, Harbin.  And we can't risk putting clothes on him and
heating up his testicles.  His sperm count has to be maintained."

   Mrs.  Schreiber summed up.  "Penetration is the Project's biggest
problem, still unsolved.  Though Kai-Kai himself doesn't think about
penetration much.  Like we say, he likes to keep things light."

   Angela looked at the last of her wine.  "He says so little.  We have no
clue as to his internal life.  At least I don't." She smiled.  "I admit,
I'm in love with him.  They say, 'Don't fall in love with the Sire'."

   Elaine smiled.  "You're hardly alone."

   "His relationship with Marikit, is so . . .  "

   "'They're too cute!' 'I can't stand it!'" Elaine said with a laugh. 
"That's what everyone says."

   "It's so . . .  virginal.  Funny to say that about Kai-Kai."

   Mrs.  Schreiber said, "It's true though.  We think of him as a virgin.
He's never had a sexual relationship."

   "He probably doesn't have anything left over for that."

   "Well," Mrs.  Schreiber said, "I think he could manage it.  I've always
made sure that the Project allowed him room for a normal sex life.  He can
have an eighth ejaculation most days, if he wanted to, without any danger
to his sperm count for the impregs.  And of course a relationship is not
just about sex."

   Elaine said, "I think he's just having trouble shifting gears.  He's
keen on Marikit, but doesn't know how to get started.  She's certainly keen
on him."

   Mrs.  Schreiber snorted.  "That's pretty obvious."

   Angela thought of what Grier had said.  "How could they have sex?  With
his size?"

   Elaine said, "They don't have to have intercourse."

   Her mother said, "Shifting gears is a good analogy.  He cares a great
deal about the women he impregnates, and during the impreg sessions, I
think you can say he really does love them.  Sometimes he even calls out
their names, like you heard with Mrs.  MacGregor when he came in her.  So
he's in love seven times a day.  Exploring monogamous sex with Marikit will
require a different mindset.  Actually he's so shy around her that everyone
assumes she will make the first move.

   "He doesn't talk much, but he's a complicated boy with a lot going on in
his mind.  So much of him has to be public -- every inch of his bare body,
his genitals, his orgasms, even to some extent the interior of his rectum,
is on public view.  At the Lab 6 drainings they even ask him to maintain
eye contact with the technicians through the height of his orgasm so they
can check pupil dilation -- think how invasive *that* is." Angela thought
she detected a hint of indignation.  "So he's entitled to his own private
space, in his mind.  The Project has a Psychological Committee but I've
made sure they don't try any therapy with him, just periodic testing.  He
knows he can come to us if he has anything to talk about and we'll keep it
secret. . .  That said, all signs are that he really is as happy and
peaceful as he seems."

   With these thoughts of Kai-Kai's mother on her mind Angela drained the
last of her wine.  It was almost midnight.  "Sorry, I didn't realize it was
so late.  This conversation has been very enlightening.  I should get my
phone. . .  Should I close the door behind me?"

   Mrs.  Schreiber laughed.  "Yes, please.  I will need my sleep."

   Angela crept up the stairs and went through the wide open door into the
darkness of Kai-Kai's bedroom.  It wasn't that dark, with the light from
the bathroom across the hall.  She passed the sleeping nude on the bare bed
and felt her way to the closet.  Yes, her smart phone was there on the
floor.  She put it in her jacket and turned to take another look at the
Sire with whom she had spent so much of the day.  One leg turned this way,
the other turned toward the door, the bare foot sticking out almost into
the hallway.  And snoring that was so loud it sounded amplified.  His
concave tummy went up and down with his breathing, his soft, thick penis
lying all the way across his thigh, the large testicles hanging down
heavily to touch the mattress.

   The gentle teenage boy would have eight hours of sound sleep while his
body regenerated.  He would be awakened at about 6:40 the next morning by
the sensation of a woman's breath on his groin and then the warm, moist
mouth engulfing the glans of his penis all at once, the recommended method
for waking up the Sire.  The woman would be tomorrow's I-1, Giselle Expery
of Caen, France, age 30, a strikingly beautiful mixed-race mother of two
who had been raised in Cameroon and used to be a fashion model.  Her words
would be in French, which the boy didn't understand, but words were not
necessary anyway.
   [end]