8 - Final Collection

 James awoke the next morning to pain. The sheer volume of it, which spiked up even higher whenever he moved, confused his sleep muddled brain for a few moments, before he remembered just why he hurt so much in the first place.

 Slowly, with mounting dread, he pulled back his covers, which he didn't remember pulling over himself before he had passed out the night before, to look at his groin. Right up until he saw the empty spot where his manhood should have been, he had hoped, despite the pain radiating up from it, that his crotch was okay. That it had all been just a dream, or a nightmare, or something.

 Unfortunately, it had not been a dream. The nightmare was all too real, and his cock and balls, so precious to him, were gone.

 It took him nearly an hour, moving slowly to prevent the pain from overwhelming him, to get off his bed, shuffle across the floor, while avoiding the smashed remains of his chair, and open the door to his room. He had tried to get dressed, but the pain, while he fumbled slowly and clumsily with his clothes, had been simply too much. So, still quite naked, he left his room. He walked, with tiny, careful steps, along the hallway wall, grateful for whatever extra support it could provide him, and made his way to the kitchen and dining room.

 His sister, dressed in her usual casual and revealing weekend clothes, sat at the table, munching her way through a bowl of cereal, when he entered the dining room. She watched, smirking slightly and saying nothing, as he made his slow, painful way over to the refrigerator.

 When he opened the fridge, gulping in apprehension as he did so, his manhood, still bound within the Vespah, was revealed. It sat between the carton of eggs and the half empty jug of milk, the gleaming steel of the machine encasing his cock looking rather out of place among all the food, with his testicles hanging sadly to one side. The small amount of his severed flesh he could see had all turned rather blue, and looked very cold.

 Tentatively, he reached out for it and withdrew it from the fridge. Holding it carefully, he looked down on his severed male parts, feeling deep, almost unidentifiable swells of loss and sadness welling up and roiling around inside of his chest and guts. With his eyes watering, and his bottom lip trembling, he turned to his sister. Whatever he was going to say to her, though, whatever plea for aid and mercy he might have voiced just then, was interrupted when another person entered the room.

 Lucy, their Vespah tech, strode confidently into the room. She was still wearing her Vespah polo shirt, and her hair was pulled back into a businesslike ponytail.

 "Oh. Well, I suppose that's that, then." she said, her tone matter of fact, as she took in the tableau in the room before her. "I figured it would be happening soon."

 Ignoring James' surprised, feeble protest, she plucked the Vespah, along with his severed cock and balls, right out of his hands. Then she peeked into the fridge, obviously looking for something in particular inside of it, and, apparently not finding it, then glanced questioningly at Julie.

 "No phial today? Usually there's at least a little that gets milked out before the final harvest." she asked.

 "Uh.. well.." Julie said, looking a little sheepish. "There was one, but, I.. ah.. I drank it, actually."

 "Sorry." she continued, shrugging apologetically.

 "Heh, that's alright." Lucy replied, grinning. "He was getting pretty thin this past week or so, anyway. Hardly worth the bother to collect, really."

 "Hmm.. You know, I thought it was more watery than I remembered." Julie said, frowning. "I couldn't help myself, though. I just wanted one last taste of him."

 "Well, I don't blame you." Lucy said, smiling. "I won't mention it in the final report, when we close your account out."

 "Thanks. You know, it's almost a shame." Julie said, glancing down at her brother's manhood, held casually in Lucy's hands. "He tasted pretty good, compared to a lot of the other boys I know. I'll probably miss it, a bit."

 "Well, at least you got paid for it, right?" Lucy replied, as she started to leave the room. "Speaking of which, want to come out to the van for a minute? I'll add up your totals for this week, close out your account, and give you your final check."

 "Okay. That sounds good." Julie agreed, as she moved to follow.

 "W.. wait." James protested, as both girls left, taking his manhood with them.

 He followed after them, as quickly as he could, despite the fact that he was still entirely naked, and also despite the pain that shot up through his guts with every step he took. He found them, when he caught up, by a small commercial van, which was barely larger than a regular minivan, that was parked at the end of the driveway. Lucy was just climbing into the opened rear doors.

 "Oh, neat!" Julie exclaimed, as she poked her head into the van and looked around, with obvious interest. "Are those more Vespahs? They look different than the one James had."

 James joined his sister at the side of the van, leaning against the door frame heavily, as he caught his breath and tried not to vomit from the pain he was experiencing.

 "Yep." Lucy replied. "We've got all sorts of different models. You got the long term milking model for your brother, but we've got Vespahs that can do all kinds of neat things, depending on what options the customer picks."

 The inside of the van contained, James discovered, as he leaned his own head into it, a rack along one wall, which was covered in what appeared to be Vespahs and parts for Vespahs. The opposite wall was dominated by a refrigeration unit and a small desk. The desk had a laptop and small printer on one side, and an open work space, with storage racks for tools and parts, on the other. Lucy had carelessly dumped the Vespah, and James' penis and testicles, on the empty part of the table.

 "Let's get your account settled up and closed." Lucy said, as she tapped her computer to life. "It should be easy enough, since the only change from yesterday will be the severance fee, for your brother's harvested cock and balls."

 "Oh." Julie replied, as she took in the contents of the van. "How much will that be?"

 "It's weight based." Lucy said. "Given that your brother's equipment was about average sized, it'll probably come out to about ten dollars."

 "That seems kind of low.." Julie said, frowning a bit, as James began sputtering in shock.

 "It's the most we can give you, while still being able to make a profit ourselves." Lucy explained, absently. "Hold on just a second. I'll pop the Vespah off and weigh everything out."

 Picking up a tool that wasn't much more than a normal, flat headed screwdriver, Lucy fiddled with the Vespah for a brief moment. There was a small clicking sound, and then the device came easily apart. James' penis, revealed for the first time, was just as blue and cold looking as his testicles were. Lucy picked up the now unneeded Vespah and dumped it into a small crate that was marked "Returns", which was nearly full of other Vespahs already. Then, she placed James' severed manhood on a digital scale, and dutifully entered the number it reported to her into her computer.

 "Okay, your severance fee is.." she said, as she did a few quick calculations. "Eleven dollars and thirty-two cents, which I'll just add to your total for your final check. Now, give me a moment to print it out, and you're all set!"

 "Eleven dollars!?" James asked, incredulous. "I.. I've got eleven dollars you can have. Let me have my penis back. Please!"

 "Sorry, boy, no buybacks allowed." Lucy said, with an amused snort. "We've got orders to complete, and if we let every whiny little boy buy his meat back, we'd never get them filled."

 "Besides, it's not worth just eleven dollars to US." Lucy continued. "That's just what we're willing to pay your mother for it."

 "What do you do with them, anyway?" Julie asked, her curiosity piqued.

 "Clean them, package them up, then sell them on to people who want them, mostly." Lucy replied, as she picked up James' manhood once again.

 She opened the refrigerator, which took up a sizable portion of the interior of the van, revealing its contents to Julie and James. There were rows and rows of phials, all of which were mostly or completely full of pearly liquid, lining the inside of the door and most of the shelves. The one spot that was empty of phials or places for phials was occupied by a transparent plastic tub. Lucy dropped James' penis and testicles into this tub, on top of was looked to be at least a dozen more such sets of severed male parts. Most, like James', were full packages, cock and balls both, but a few were just individual penises, which looked a little lonely without their usual partners.

 "Please.. Please!" James cried, when he saw his manhood get added to the pile in the tub. "If I can get to the hospital, maybe.. maybe they can still put them back on.. reattach them! Please let me buy them back from you!"

 "Boys.." Lucy said, rolling her eyes in amusement at James' pleading. "Okay, first off: even if I let you have your cock back, I really don't think they'd even bother trying to reattach it to you. Doctors have waaay better things to spend their time on. Second, even if they were willing to actually put it back on you, it wouldn't matter, because it's too late, boy. Way too late."

 "Your dick is dead. Period." Lucy said, with no remorse or pity in her voice, her tone completely matter of fact. "It's not even a set of cock and balls anymore. It's just meat now. Our meat."

 "Wow, that is a lot of cocks and balls.." Julie said, wonderingly, as she peered into the refrigerator. "Is that just from this morning?"

 "Hmm? Oh, yes, that's just today's harvest. So far." Lucy confirmed, as she looked back to Julie, ignoring the tears beginning to leak from the corners of James' eyes. "I'm running a little above average on them, but not by much."

 "Who do you sell them to?" Lucy asked curiously.

 "Oh, all sorts." Lucy replied, waving her hands vaguely. "Actually, here, let me just show you. I can pull up a list of outstanding orders that still need to be filled."

 Lucy tapped for a few moments on her laptop, bringing up a list on her screen, which she began to read from.

 "Let's see.. This first one is an order for a dozen full packages for.. some girl's birthday." Lucy reported, peering down at the small text on her laptop. "Apparently, it's her sweet sixteen, and her parents wanted to treat her and her girlfriends.. That's nice of them."

 "The next one is.. another girl's birthday party. Looks like she's turning twenty-one." Lucy said. "There's gonna be a big party for her at her sorority house, sounds fun! They want a dozen and a half cocks, no balls."

 "Oh, neat!" Julie said, enthusiastically. "What do you do with the extra balls?"

 "Well, some orders are just for testicles, specifically, so it usually about evens out." Lucy replied. "Umm.. Like this one here. A woman ordered three dozen sets of balls for her next bridge club meeting. She's local too, just down the street from here.. I'll bet they're doing barbecued Shish kebobs. Balls are great for Shish kebobs."

 "If we have extra balls even after filling all our orders, we send them off to a soup company. They've got a long term contract with us, and take off our hands every testicle we don't sell to anyone else. Apparently, dried and powdered testicles make great bullion cubes and soup bases." Lucy finished.

 "Do the cocks and balls get, I don't know.. graded, or something, before you sell them?" Julie asked.

 "Yeah, there's a quick grading process. It's mostly just a pass/fail sort of affair." Lucy said, nodding. "I mean, a penis is a penis, right? One is pretty much the same as any other. Even the "failures" aren't much different, they're just the particularly unattractive ones, which customers might not want to buy. In fact, the fails from the previous day get put on a rotisserie each morning in the staff break room. Why waste them, right? By the time lunch rolls around, they're perfect! All us girls like them so much that there usually aren't even any leftovers."

 "That sounds pretty good.." Julie said, swallowing a bit, her mouth apparently starting to water.

 "Of course, a few really, really nice ones, way less then one percent of all the harvested cocks we take in, actually, are picked out for Realdo conversion." Lucy said.

 "Realdo?" Julie asked, confused.

 "You know, like a dildo, but made out of a real cock." Lucy replied. "Seems kind of redundant to me, but they're actually pretty big sellers, and quite profitable for the company."

 "That sounds kinda fun.." Julie said, thoughtfully.

 "Like I said, they're big sellers." Lucy said, nodding.

 James, weeping openly, left the two girls to their conversation. He didn't want to hear any more of it. He wasn't getting his manhood back, ever. He penis and testicles, which he had cherished so much before his sister had brought Vespah into his life, were dead. They might, at this very moment, be only a few yards from him, resting, cold and still, in the refrigerator in the van he was slowly retreating from, but they were already as good as gone.

 He made it back into the house and as far as the living room before he collapsed. The pain he was experiencing, along with the tide of despair that was washing over him, simply made it impossible for him to go on. He crumpled slowly to his knees, holding his hands over his mutilated groin, then fell forward onto his face, with his chest pressed against the floor. The position, with his rump still stuck up in the air, was uncomfortable, but he couldn't summon up even the small amount of willpower needed to move himself to a less awkward position.

 He just lay there, weeping, until his sister returned.

 "That sure was interesting." she said, cheerfully, as she shut the front door behind her and regarded her brother.

 Julie moved around his prone form, then sat on the couch. She eyed him for a few moments, then spoke again.

 "Hey, James."

 "James?" she repeated, after he didn't answer her the first time.

 "W-what?" he finally replied, he voice bleak, and a little rough, from his crying.

 "Come over here."

 "Why?"

 "Just come over here." Julie said again, rolling her eyes in exasperation.

 "I can't. It hurts.." James replied weakly.

 After a few moments however, he pushed himself up, onto his hands and knees, and moving very slowly, he crawled over to his sister. He stopped before her, still on all fours, and looked up at her, his face a broken, smeary mess.

 "Do you know why Lucy only ever called you boy?" Julie asked, as she looked down on her brother. "I asked her, you know, because I was curious why she never bothered to use your name."

 "W-why?"

 "She told me that she always calls her.. ah, "clients", boys, because, once they get a Vespah, that's all they're ever going to be." Julie said, her voice quiet, but intense. "You're never going to become a man, now, James. All you'll ever be is a boy."

 James' chest hitched, and he let out another little sob of despair.

 "You know, it's actually kind of a shame that I talked mom into getting a Vespah for you." Julie mused, as she continued to regard him. "I didn't know that there were other options available. Just imagine what could have been.."

 "Did you know, for example, that you can take a boy down to the Vespah building, have him milked dry and his penis harvested right there in front of you, and then have it made into a Realdo while you wait?" she asked. "They'll even leave his testicles, if you want. Imagine if mom had let me do that to you. You could be right where you are now, only still with your balls, which would be achingly full, while you got to watch me use what used to be your cock to do this.. to myself."

 As she spoke, Julie began undressing. It didn't take her long, considering that she only had to pull off her loose top and slide her small shorts from her hips and down her legs. Then, she began to stroke and caress the soft skin of her breasts and sex, pleasuring herself once again in front of her brother.

 "Mom told me never to undress in front of you, because it might give you the wrong idea.." Julie said, as she spread her legs, revealing the delicate folds of her moist, aroused cleft to James. "But, I guess none of that matters now, does it? It is too bad about you losing your penis like this, though, because it would have been so much fun to use your Realdo cock on myself while you watched, frustrated and helpless to do anything about. But, I suppose that I could always just go buy one of the other, nicer Realdos I'm sure they have in stock. It's like Lucy said: one penis is pretty much the same as any other, right?"

 "I'm kind of jealous, too." she continued, as she cupped both of her breasts and ran her thumbs across her erect nipples. "Jealous of whichever girl gets to eat your cock. Just think, by this time tomorrow, or maybe the next day, someone will be preparing your penis and cooking it, like any other piece of meat, just so a girl can eat it all up. Maybe for her sweet sixteenth birthday. Or maybe Lucy will be the one to eat your cock tomorrow for lunch, if they decide that it isn't even good enough to sell. I wonder what you'll taste like?"

 "Julie.." James said, his chest heaving, as his tears began to flow more freely. "Julie, why..?"

 "Shh.. Shhh.." Julie said, shushing him. "You know, it occurs to me, just now, that you owe me."

 "Owe.. owe you?" James asked.

 "Yes. Yes, indeed. I mean, I helped you out, all those times." Julie said. "Every time you got an erection, I was there for you. Every time you got aroused, I made you come."

 Julie, her eyes sparkling, spread her thighs out even wider as she scooted her bottom to the edge of the couch. James, despite the pain he was experiencing, despite the loss and despair he was still undergoing, was captivated, his eyes locked on his beautiful sister's slim, graceful form, which was gloriously exposed as she sat nude before him. He even felt the stirrings of what would have been an erection, deep within the remnants of what was left of his manhood, which only heightened his pain even further. Still, he couldn't look away from her.

 "So, I think that it's.. mm.. only fair that, since now I'm the one who might enjoy a little.. help.. and relief.." Julie continued, a wicked, lascivious smile coming to rest on her gorgeous features. "That you be the one to provide it."

 James stared up at her, his mouth open, without moving for a few moments.

 "Well, boy.." Julie insisted, drawing out the diminutive with relish. "What are you waiting for?"

 Julie had to guide him, giving him constant instructions on what to do, where and when to lick, or to suck, or to nibble. Eventually, though, while pulling his face tightly against her sex, with her fingers tangled in his hair and her inner thighs pressing so hard against the sides of James' head that he thought she might crack it open, she came. She panted, she shivered, and she cried out in ecstasy, orgasming beautifully, as her nullified little brother used the only thing he could to help her, the only thing he had left: his mouth.

 "Mmmm.. Good boy.." Julie purred, a minute or so later, after she recovered enough of herself to speak once again. "Very, very good boy."

 James, with the evidence of his sister's pleasure smeared all over his mouth and chin, collapsed backward onto his heels, then to his side, laying down before her. He shivered and trembled, his body shaking and his chest heaving, in confusion, in pain, in despair, and in exhaustion. He was spent, emotionally and physically, and had nothing left to give.

 As he began to drift off, his consciousness fading out slowly, he felt his sister place her feet atop him, using his prone, helpless form as a footstool.

 "Oh, Vespah.. Thank you for this.." Julie said, her voice lost in dreamy happiness. "We should have done this ages ago. It's simply the best thing ever."

 The last thing James heard, before he lost consciousness completely, as he lay in his new place at his sister's feet, was her repeat herself, quite emphatically, and with no small measure of satisfaction in her voice.

 "The.. Best.. Thing.. Ever."

9 - Epilogue

 "You're late." the lady behind the counter in the school office said, informing James of something he was already quite aware of.

 "Y-yes. Umm.. here, my mother gave me this note to give to you.." he replied, handing over the folded piece of paper to the young woman.

 The woman, who must have only just graduated from college, and been hired by the school within the past year or so, frowned at him, then used a letter opener to cut the tape holding the note closed. She opened it, read it, then paused for a moment and read it again.

 "Huh." she mused, while tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Hey, Katie? Should I send this along to the boy's teacher, or just announce it to his entire class?

 James, who didn't know exactly what the note said, leaned heavily on the counter and waited, as patiently as he could. He was late because it had taken him much, much longer to walk to school than normal. Which wasn't all that unexpected, considering that he had lost his penis and testicles just two days previously. He had hoped that his mother might drive him to school, but she was once again sleeping late, after having to work yet another late shift. She had given him the note the previous evening, to give to the school when got there.

 Another, slightly older woman, who must have been Katie, came over and read the note, then snorted to herself in amusement.

 "Just announce it to his class. Saves Mrs Stevens the trouble of having to do it herself." she instructed.

 "Okay. Give me a sec." the first woman said, as she turned to the school's old intercom system and began flipping switches.

 Finally, satisfied with the device's settings, she leaned down to the microphone and, eyes on the note, began speaking into it.

 "Excuse me, please. Could I have your attention. To all the students of Mrs Stevens class, please be advised that your classmate, James, has just had his penis removed. Oh, uh, and also his testicles, too. His mother asks that you be extra careful around him for the next week or so, and to try not to jostle him, bump into him, or knock him down, as he's going to be a bit sore for awhile."

 James, his eyes wide and with his mouth hanging open in shock, listened in horror as the woman continued on with her announcement.

 "I repeat, your classmate James no longer has his penis or balls.. er.. I mean, his testicles. Please don't bump into him or knock him down. Thank you for your attention."

 The young woman leaned back up from the microphone, looking pleased with herself, before she caught sight of James' horrified expression. Frowning in consternation, she then looked over to her coworker, Katie, who was just rolling her eyes and shaking her head ruefully.

 "You had it on school-wide, again." Katie said, with an amused little smile.

 "What?" the first woman said, surprised. "No, I didn't!"

 "Did so." Katie contradicted, her grin widening.

 "No way.. I.. Uh.. Oh. Hmm, I guess I did, didn't I.." the young office woman said, as she looked down at the intercom system's settings. "Umm.. Oops?"

 "That's, what, the third time this week?" Katie said, while shaking her head. "You're such a ditz."

 "Wha..! I am not!"

 "So ditzy.." Katie sighed, as she glanced over to James. "You run along to class now, James, okay?"

 James, leaving the two women, and their ensuing argument about ditziness, behind, walked slowly out of the office, still in shock at what he had just heard be broadcast to the entire school. He saw, as he walked carefully down the hallway, several girls, a few years younger than he was, at the drinking fountain by the restrooms. They saw him at about the same time he saw them. They goggled at him for a moment, then broke out in a torrent of giggles, and darted, as a group, towards the girl's restroom, laughing the entire way.

 James sighed miserably, and made his slow, painful way to class, wondering just how many "dickless" jokes he would be hearing over the next week or so. Or, for that matter, over the course of the rest of his life.

 He had a rather strong feeling that it would be quite a lot.

END

Author's Note:

 Whew! This one took awhile to finish, but I sure am happy with it. It was one of those story ideas that just wouldn't leave me alone, so I had to finish it, just to get it out of my head.

 The idea for the Vespah device comes from a story (more of a transcript, really) that I read on the Eunuch Archive, by the author Wan. I was going to post a link to it, but it's actually short enough, at least compared to this monstrously sized thing that I've just created, that I'll just append it here at the end.

 Anyway, the device, as described in the story by Wan, is simple enough, but I wondered how it would feel to be wearing one long term. Wondering how long your poor penis could possibly last, with such a machine constantly sucking on it and draining it. Fearing that each new erection would be your final one. That the machine, after it had coldly and mechanically taken from your aching testicles everything it could get out of them, would decide that your manhood now had more value as meat, then it did by remaining attached to you.

 Seriously, I'd come so hard each night, as I thought of what I had already written, and what I planned to write the next day, imagining just what it might feel like to have a penis trapped within such a diabolical device. Imagining the smug, knowing smirk of the girl who had put it on you, as she watched it suck the last load you'd ever make out of you, and as it harvested your now spent and useless meat, reducing you to just another pathetic little nullo boy. One only worth keeping around because of his talented mouth and tongue.

 On another note, I've never really been one who's much interested in incest stuff, but it just seemed to fit, and surprisingly well, for this story. I may be a bigger fan of it that I ever realized, and I think that I'll probably use it again in the future, with some of my other ideas.

 Finally, one person asked, in a comment on my Milkmaids story, for a prequel of sorts, to explain how men wound up in the position they occupy in that story. Well, this story may serve as something along those general lines. It's not a direct prequel, but more of a precursor story, showing a midpoint between something like the societies that exist in our real world, and the kind of society that would treat men as literal livestock, utterly disposable and useful only for their milk and their meat, such as exists in the Milkmaids story.

 As always, thank you for reading. If you care to leave comments or questions, I'd love to read them. Criticism is always welcome.

10 - Vespah, by Wan

 Everything past this point is written by the author Wan, not by me. I simply copy/pasted the text from an html page I saved years ago. Hopefully the formatting is alright.

VESPAH - Vortex Extracted Semen and Penis Automatic Harvester
By: Wan

 Many years ago, long before the Eunuch Archive was founded, some of us used to chat on IRC. In those days, bboy, chris19, flybyte, I and others used to chat about our penectomy fantasies. Many of those discussion involved an automated device that milked semen, then cut off the cock. This device has been used in many of the archive's stories.After more than 15 years, I have finally brought this device to life. This vid, posted at Slammer's Dark Spot, is dedicated to those early pioneers in castration and penectomy fantasy.The spelling and punctuation errors in the story are purposeful. They helped the voice synthesizer pronunciation. I decided to leave this in it's original form.


Introduction.

 Welcome to this demonstration, of the new, Vortex Extracted, Semen and Penis, Automatic, Harvester. Vespa!

 Vespa is design, to harvest both semen and penis, quickly and efficiently, while minimizing stress, on the livestock.

 The key to vespa's efficient operation, is the Harvesting cylinder. This cylinder, features a specially design laser scalpel, that provides for quick, clean, penis harvesting. The laser's cauterizing action, minimizes bleeding.

 The semen harvesting port is designed to maximize recovery, during the semen extraction process.

 Vespa, comes with a variety of harvesting cylinder styles and sizes. Proper sizing of the cylinder to the penis, is crucial to the success of both the semen, and penis harvesting. Harvesting cylinders are available in clear, for those who want to fully experience the harvesting process. And, opaque, for the livestock that might be a bit stressed by the sight of loosing its organ.

 A semen collection cup, accumulates the harvested semen during extraction. Once the semen cup is filled to the predetermined level, the penis-harvesting phase, is automatically initiated, and the laser scalpel, is activated.

Harvesting Preparation.

 The harvesting process begins, by attaching Laser Activated, Vespa Harvesting Tape, around the base of the Penis.

 This, vespa exclusive, eliminates the need for elastic bands, that can slip off during operation, causing damage to the harvested penis.

 Within moments of application, the Harvesting Tape softens and expands to become virtually undetectable. This eliminates interference with the semen extraction, until the laser activates the tape, causing it to contract. This supports the penis stump, and seals the organ's root, to minimize unwanted bleeding, and keep the organ, fresh.

 The penis can now be fitted with the proper size-harvesting cylinder.

 Harvesting cylinder size, must match the size of the penis, in order to obtain an efficient harvesting operation.

 The semen collection cup, is now inserted into the machine, just below the vortex port.

 Finally, the harvesting cylinder is inserted into the vortex port, aligning the semen port, with the semen collection cup.

 And now, Vespa, and the livestock, are ready, to begin the harvesting process.

Introduction and Milking.

 The penis is exposed, and the livestock is bound, to the Vespa restraining rack.

 Frequently, the excitement and fear, cause an involuntary erection. This aligns the penis with the harvesting cylinder.

 Once vespa is activated, the vortex action, quickly sucks the penis into the harvesting cylinder. Once fully inserted, the penis, cannot, be removed.

 While some range of motion is possible. The penis, can only be withdrawn, until the glans reaches the laser scalpel device. Then increased vortex action, makes removal of the organ, impossible.

 Within minutes of insertion, convulsions of the first orgasm, sends waves of semen into the harvesting cylinder.

 The vortex pools the semen, toward the harvesting port, cleaning it from the harvesting cylinder.

 The semen, is harvested, air-rated, and then, accumulated, in the semen collection cup.

 The incessant vespa, continues. The vortex prevents loss of erection, and in no time, the penis is shooting another load, to be collected into the semen cup.

 Each ejaculation takes a little longer, but vespa is insistent. Load after load of semen is extracted and collected. Semen continues to collect in the semen cup. Bringing the level ever closer, to the trigger point.

 With a combination of pain and pleasure, the penis finally gives up enough semen to fill the collection cup. This tells vespa, the penis is ready to be harvested.

The Harvesting.

 The laser triggers, in a burst of light. The penis, is severed. The Vortex collects the penis for processing.

 Some swelling occurs, but, the stump is held tightly by the harvesting tape which facilitates healing, and minimizes bleeding.

 Cleanup, is just as easy, as preparation. The harvesting cylinder is dishwasher safe! Which also sterilizes it for the next use.

 Vortex aeration, insures the semen is fresh and light, eliminating the need for aeration prior to processing.

 Vespa! The only harvester you will ever need, for light-duty, to, high-volume semen and penis harvesting.

END END