Polaroid: Donor of Record
Polaroid: Donor of Record
by Polaroid, Rev. March 22, 2010 ©2010 Polaroid
This is the prequel to Polaroid: Ejaculated! and is intended solely for the enjoyment of SoFurry.com readers. Please don't redistribute this anywhere else without my express written permission.
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Polaroid sat on the couch in his cabin thumbing through the local Saturday newspaper, looking at car ads. A senior in high school, 18 years old, and something of a jock, being the star slugger on the high school's baseball team, the blink tod didn't have all that much in the way of cash. Although he'd earned a sports scholarship to college, that didn't do much for his current financial situation.
"Damn," he thought to himself as his eyes fixed on a nice sports car, "I wish I could afford that." He looked at the dollar amount on the page below a sweet sports car and sighed hopelessly. "I barely have enough to get by this summer, much less afford something like this." Working at the coffee shop isn't gonna be enough, he thought to himself. If only he had a way to make some extra cash.
The fox continued paging through the paper, just to see what else was going on in the world, trying to get his mind off that car. Suddenly, his eyes stopped and locked onto an ad in the corner of one of the pages in the Classified section.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
$ Short on cash? Cryogenic firm looking for $
$ healthy, young males between the ages $
$ of 18 and 30 to donate sperm. $50 and up $
$ paid out in cash for each accepted sample. $
$ Call 555-SPRM for more information. $
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
The tod thought about it only for a moment before he sat bolt upright and reached for his cell phone, flipping it open and quickly dialing the phone number in the ad, hoping they'd be open to take his call on the weekend.
"Good morning," a young female voice answered over the phone, "and thank you for calling Cryo Fertility Solutions, Inc. My name is Vicky. How may I help you?"
"Yeah, uh, hi," the fox stammered, a little embarrassed at first, "I'm, uh, calling about the ad you placed in this morning's paper. I'd like some more information."
"Okay, sir," the voice continued, "I presume you're calling about our sperm donation program."
"Yeah," the fox responded anxiously, "How do I apply?"
"I can make an appointment for you to meet with one of our doctors next week. If you're interested in joining the program, you'll need to bring your complete medical history sheet from your doctor's office. While you're here, we'll help you complete the application, and a doctor will conduct a physical examination and collect your initial specimen. You won't be charged for the consultation, but you also won't be paid until your first specimen is accepted." The voice paused, replaced with the shuffling of paper for a moment. "I can pen you in for next Tuesday morning at 9 A.M. until 10. Will that work for you, sir?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah!" The todd was positively blushing on his end of the call. "That works for me."
"What last name should I put on the appointment?"
"Winterhaven," he answered, coolly, feeling more confident.
"Allrighty, then, sir! We must also ask you to not engage in any sexual activity resulting in ejaculation between now and your appointment, as doing so will greatly reduce your chances being accepted into the program."
He thought about how Crystal was on vacation with her folks this weekend. "Can do."
"We're located on the 13th floor of the Southwood Medical Center, at the corner of Broadway and Hospital Road. Is there anything else I can do for you this morning?"
"Nope, I think that's it."
"Okay, sir, we'll see you on Tuesday, and thank you for calling CFSI. Have a nice day!"
The fox clicked the phone off and tossed it back onto the table. He sat back on the couch, one paw behind his head, the other paw lightly stroking his lap, and started drifting off in happy thought about the new car he might soon be able to buy thanks to what he was stroking though his shorts. He did have to take care, though; a pleasure jerk now would compromise his ability to donate on Tuesday!
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That next Tuesday morning Polaroid, dressed in his light street clothes, short-sleeved shirt, jeans and sneakers, stepped off the bus at the corner of Broadway and Hospital Road, pausing to spy the Southwood Medical Center across the way. He crossed the street and headed into the building, eagerly making his way to the elevators. The tod hadn't been this excited to be going to a doctor's office in quite some time. He slipped into the next elevator and headed upstairs.
As the elevator doors opened, the fox stepped out and looked around him. It carried the appearance of a fairly generic doctor's waiting room with upholstered chairs, tables and reading material. At the back of the room, he noticed a cute, young red vixen at the counter watching him. "Good morning," she said, "Can I help you?"
His ears perked as he heard the familiar voice and started walking towards the counter. "Uh, hi! Yeah, uh... I'm here for a 9 A.M. appointment." He then asked curiously, "Are you ... Vicky?"
"Yes, sir, I'm Vicky. And may I ask your name?"
He leaned over the counter, smiling, "Name's Winterhaven."
"Ah, yes, Mr. Winterhaven. Thank you for stopping in today." She eyed him over warily as she reached under the counter to pull out a clipboard with a form and a pen already clipped to it. "Before I send you back to see a doctor, I need you to read and sign off on our patient privacy practices statement for me." She droned on, looking away for a moment. "Feel free to have a seat and complete the form. I'll also need your medical his..."
Polaroid cut the vixen off as he pushed the clipboard back across the counter, grinning, his name and signature already scribbled at the bottom of the document in the appropriate blanks. There was also a sealed folder underneath the form. "...tory sheet. Well," Vicky commented as she looked at the clipboard, "I guess I'll send you on back now."
Reaching under her counter, the vixen pressed a button which caused the big door to the left of her counter to open up and buzz. "You'll be in Room 9 today." She motioned directions from her chair. "Head through the door, down the hall, and Room 9 is on your left. Please disrobe down to your underwear and take a seat on the examination table. A doctor will be with you shortly."
Polaroid nodded.
The vixen's voice echoed over the P.A. system as the todd walked down the hall. "Doctor Wolff, you are wanted at Reception. Doctor Wolff to Reception, please." She reached for a letter opener and unsealed the patient's envelope.
Polaroid walked up the hall to the corner and spied the door on the left marked "Room 9," slightly ajar, the light on inside. He knocked softly and then pushed the door open, walked right in and closed the door behind him.
Again, everything here at first seemed just like any other doctor's office. Behind the door, in the middle of the room coming up to about his stomach was a blue, vinyl-padded examination table, and a clean swath of white tissue paper extended across the table from one end to the other. The counter against the wall closer to him was similarly blue-topped and nondescript, with a box of sterile gloves and some sanitizer, soap and hand cream next to its sink. Beside the examination table there was a chair.
Polaroid set to work on taking off his clothes, first his shirt, his sneakers and then his jeans. He stepped up onto the step stool and planted his rear right into the middle of the table, spun his feet around towards the foot of the table and laid back into the paper, folding his paws on his fluffy chest and looking up while waiting. The todd lay there, breathing slowly, following patterns in the acoustic ceiling tiles.
His examination of the ceiling tiles was interrupted by a knock at the door. Quickly, the fox sat up, his body hanging over the side of the table. As the door opened, a young, male, gray wolf, dressed in a white lab coat, walked in with a chart held to his face. He shut and locked the door behind him, lowered the chart and addressed his patient, reaching out to shake his paw. "Good morning, Mr. Winterhaven. My name is Doctor Peter Wolff, and I'll be your doctor today. I understand you're applying for the sperm donor program, correct?"
"Hello. Yes," the fox replied as he sat up and shook the doctor's paw firmly.
"You certainly seem healthy enough," the doctor remarked, smiling, "and a quick scan your medical records certainly look to be in proper order. I see it says here that you play baseball for your high school, is that right?"
"Yessir," Polaroid responded, as he smiled proudly. "Best batting average on the high school varsity team."
"Excellent. Sperm from athletes is always in demand. So, tell me, Mr. Winterhaven, when was the last time you ejaculated?"
"Uh," the todd hesitated at the suddenly frank question. "Friday night, sir?" he responded.
"Good, good," the doctor added, smiling again, before dipping his muzzle down to the chart and scribbling a note on it. "That's at least three days. Are you sexually active?"
"I have a girlfriend, sir," he answered, curtly.
The doctor nodded and scribbled again before setting the chart down on the counter. "Okay, then. Before we start the collection, I need to quickly examine your genitals for any signs of venereal disease. Stand up in front of this chair and lower your underwear for me, please."
Polaroid hopped off the table. Exhaling deeply, he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to his knees, letting them pool at his feet. This left the todd quite exposed as the doctor snapped rubber gloves on his paws and sat down in chair in front of him, eye level with the todd's sheath and scrotum.
"Stand still, please. This will only take a moment." The doctor reached up and gently rolled each of Polaroid's testicles between his gloved fingers, examining them closely.
Polaroid twitched and grunted when the doctor squeezed up his sheath, but otherwise kept his composure as his penis poked out just the slightest bit more from his sheath. The doctor pushed down gently on his sheath to examine his penis. Even his family doctor hadn't quite so closely examined his intimate parts before.
The doctor looked up as he pulled his paws back, leaving the todd half out of his sheath. "OK, thank you. You can step out of your underwear, hop back up on the table and lay back for me, please. We're going to start the collection."
The fox did as he was told, and sprawled back out on the table, folding his paws across his chest again, while the doctor snapped off the gloves and picked up the chart again to scribble yet more notes.
The doctor sighed softly and quietly clasped his hands together as he looked over to his patient. "OK. Here's how the collection is going to work today. We need to collect all three fractions of your semen - pre-ejaculate, sperm-rich and post-ejaculate. We're going to do that with this tool called the Ejaculator 2000 Semen Collection System. It will attempt to bring you to full arousal and then collect your semen as you ejaculate." He paused.
"Wait, a machine is going to masturbate me?"
"Yes. If you're accepted into the program, you'll have the option of how you want to masturbate, by yourself or machine-assisted, but for the evaluation, we need to accurately collect your both your pre and post ejaculate as well."
"How does the machine do that?"
"The Ejaculator 2000 is the result of a number of years of research. It clues in on a number of subtle body reflexes and chemical and micro-electrical signals."
The todd sighed forcefully, pondered a moment and finally looked at the doctor. "OK, but I have to say it's a bit weird."
The doctor nodded. "Indeed. Most every one of our first-time patients has said that. However, over the years we've found that most canine males have trouble properly controlling their bodies in arousal and orgasm to manually collect all three fractions accurately. The Ejaculator 2000 aids in the process without doctor intervention. You get the privacy; we get the accurate collection." He pulled a display drawer out from the side of the examination table and tapped on it a few times. An instrument overhead clicked and released from its lock. The speaker on the side of the display announced, "Dr. Peter Wolff recognized. New client; bipedal, anthro vulpine. Attach tubes to receiver ports, then press GO to continue."
The tod observed the instrument wide-eyed for a moment while the doctor turned around to his counter to fetch tubes. The instrument consisted of a metal frame with a long, glass chamber hanging underneath, ending with a rubber ring around its mouth. Looking up the tod saw a thin, black hose and a couple wires spiraling down the support rod coming from the ceiling. Along the top of the frame looked to be three, black nozzles, one larger than the other two.
One by one, the doctor attached the tubes, open side down, to the nozzles on the instrument, saving the largest one for last. Finally, he looked back down to the display on the drawer and pressed a large, green key on the keyboard. An overhead air pump started up, and a small hissing sound started coming from the tube.
The doctor looked up from the screen. "Okay, this is how it works. As you can see we have three tubes here -- the smaller ones are for pre-ejaculate and semen ejaculate, and the larger one is for post-ejaculate. You'll slip your penis into the long chamber underneath here and then press the big, green GO button on the screen here. This will start the machine to stimulate your penis to erection. Once you've been fully extracted from your sheath, the machine will insert a warm, lubricated tip into your penis tip to channel all your ejaculate into the tubes. When you've been collected, the machine will terminate the program, slip out the tap and release the grip on the base of your penis." He continued, "If, at any time, you must stop this program, then press the big, red ABORT button on the screen here. And, finally, when you're ready for me to return, press the CALL button here. Got it?"
The fox nodded, breathed in deep and let out a forceful sigh. "Here goes nothing. Ready."
"OK, I'll be back in a little bit." The wolf pulled a privacy curtain around the examination table before opening the door, stepping out and closing the door again.
Poking the tip of his penis beyond the rubber ring and into the chamber, holding it in place a moment longer, Polaroid reached over and tapped on the display. Suddenly, the instrument beeped loudly and displayed,
CANINE SCS: INDUCING SUBJECT SHEATH RETRACTION
The overhead air pump spun up more. With that, the instrument began sucking down on the tod's shaft tip, making muffled, puffing noises, slowly "climbing" down his dick until the ring touched the top of his sheath and the instrument met resistance. The todd moaned and squirmed a bit, rustling on the paper as the air pump almost effortlessly coaxed his inches of pink out from his sheath and deeper into the tube.
After a few minutes, the instrument sensed the todd's sheath was fully retracted, the length of his penis was no longer growing. The machine beeped and displayed,
CANINE SCS: INDUCED SUBJECT SHEATH RETRACTION
INDUCING SUBJECT KNOT FORMATION
COLLECTING PRE EJACULATE IN TUBE 1
Subject Penis Size Confirmed: 6.50in x 2.50in
Subject Pre-Ejaculate Volume: 0.0 ml _
The machine continued to suckle, the force of the vacuum plucking all the nerves the erect, pink flesh, making the todd rustle the tissue paper as he squirmed. From the closed end of the cylinder the machine dropped a small, metal tap downward, the soft, plastic tip poking down into the slit of the todd's penis.
With a hard grunt, the todd's crotch spasmed, and thin, clear liquid shot up into the first tube. His pre-ejaculate squirted and bubbled up into the first tube as the todd's knot began to bulge out at the base of the chamber more with each spasm and squirt.
CANINE SCS: INDUCED SUBJECT KNOT
INDUCING SUBJECT EJACULATION
COLLECTING SEMEN EJACULATE IN TUBE 2
Subject Pre-Ejaculate Volume: 4.0 ml
Subject Semen Ejaculate Volume: 0.0 ml _
The todd moaned softly as he watched his own preseed bubble up into the tube. He squirmed a bit and whined as his knot began to firm and fill up inside the tube, "trapped" beyond the inflated, rubber ring.
Polaroid groaned and thrusted hard, the cylinder having closed around his thick knot and the mechanical arm begun insistently tugging upward against it! "Ungh!" the tod grunted loudly as he closed his eyes, threw his head back and let out a deep, loud howl as he finally surrendered his passions to the contraption!
The machine beeped and displayed a new message:
CANINE SCS: INDUCED SUBJECT EJACULATION
SUBJECT EJACULATING
COLLECTING SEMEN EJACULATE IN TUBE 2
Subject Semen Ejaculate Volume: 1.0 ml _
The tod's ebony furred chest panted heavily, strong heart pounding within, causing the heart monitor to beep even faster as it registered a spike up to 140 beats a minute while its quarry ejaculated. The meaty, pink shaft twitched strongly inside the tube as thick, white semen visibly shot through the clear tap and straight up into the second test tube, slowly filling it.
Polaroid, writhing in pleasure as his body was still being tormented by his orgasm, continued to twitch into and thrust against the cylinder, grunting as he surrendered all of his sperm-rich semen to the machine, filling the tube almost all the way!
The machine continued to tout its success:
CANINE SCS: INDUCED SUBJECT EJACULATION
SUBJECT EJACULATING
COLLECTING SEMEN EJACULATE IN TUBE 2
Subject Semen Ejaculate Volume: 8.0 ml _
The tod leaned back, panting heavily and shivering, the beeps from the heart monitor starting to slow.
Suddenly, the cylinder clicked over to the next test tube and tugged hard up against the tod's knot, holding him fast there. Matter of factly, the machine dinged and the screen updates:
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT EJACULATED
RECEIVING POST EJACULATE IN TUBE 3
Subject Semen Ejaculate Volume: 8.0 ml
Subject Post-Ejaculate Volume: 0.0 ml _
The todd grunted deeply and trailed off in a lustful growl as his post-ejaculate squirted up into the last empty tube, the largest of the trio. This went on for some time, about twenty minutes or so. The large tube filled up most of the way with his cloudy post-ejaculate. As the fox's knot finally began to soften and slip out of the chamber, the machine beeped one last time and displayed the message.
CANINE SCS: SUBJECT POST EJACULATE COLLECTED
COLLECTION COMPLETE
Subject Pre-Ejaculate Volume: 4.0 ml
Subject Semen Ejaculate Volume: 8.0 ml
Subject Post-Ejaculate Volume: 30.0 ml
Polaroid sat up and swung his feet back around from the examination table and sat up, with his limp, red penis hanging over his dark thighs. The todd slid off the table, padded uneasily over to the spot where he dropped trou and stepped back into his shorts, pulling them up around his waist protectively. Finally, he sat back up on the table, reached over and hit the big, green CALL button on the display.
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A week later, the todd slid out of his bed, panting, naked, with his limp, red penis hanging over his dark thighs. He turned his head around to smile back at Crystal, who was lazily dozing in the same bed. The fox padded down the stairs and retrieved mail from the mailbox. In the mail bundle, he found a simple envelope labeled CFSI. Eagerly, Polaroid tore the mailer open and found the letter.
Dear Mr. Winterhaven,
Thank you for your recent visit to CFSI. Based on your recent donation, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to enter our program. Please give us a call at 555-7776 in order to schedule your next visit.
Regards,
Peter Wolff, M.D.
Polaroid smiled.