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"On behalf of the Synergist Medical Group, I'd like to thank you all for participating in this fertility study," said the slight cat wearing a clean lab coat. "Just to recap: you've each taken a an experimental pill to increase male fertility, we are anticipating they have taken effect by now so we would like to test their efficacy."

Van smiled at the young scientist. The young feline had a soft demeanor and frankly he was good looking. Slim, almost boyish and the way he moved had a certain sensuality that he couldn't get past. Van's own plump body was just too brutish to move that way. Par for the course for a Rhino, still opposites attract and the researcher was his opposite.

"So we'd like you to produce sperm samples for us in the beakers beside your chairs and we've provided a few pornographic materials on the tables here. Feel free to use them to your hearts' content." He was very calm considering he was telling the eight guys they had to get it on with themselves in plain view of everyone. But it was appealing to Van's exhibitionist streak so he wasn't going to complain. "Unfortunately your group is not permitted private booths so you'll have to share this space to take care of it. You can, of course, sequester yourselves in a corner but it is important to the test that there be no separations. Otherwise your free to begin whenever you're ready."

At that he stepped out, shutting the door demurely behind him and everyone looked around nervously. It looked like no one wanted to be the first to whip out his junk and go to town. It was a little exciting for Van though so he didn't bother to wait. Quickly his thick fingers wrestled with his belt and the fly of his pants, lifting off his chair just enough to shoot them to the floor.

The others might have needed a moment to work themselves into the ready position but his cock swung up proudly and throbbed for the very public attention it was about to receive. His meaty hand curled around the modest length and before anyone one else had even gotten their meat out he was building a steady rhythm and the soft fapping sound of his tough skin broke the uncomfortable silence.

For an exhibitionist, the rhino wasn't very vocal about it. He just reclined in the foldaway chair and enjoyed the familiar feeling of masturbation. He glanced around the room to see how many of his fellow subjects were watching and he was pleased to see that every man was looking or trying not to be seen looking. His cock wasn't small but it wasn't what most people expected of a pachyderm of any size so it was nice to get a little amazement that wasn't at his length. He tried to make a good show of it, twisting his hand around the head of his cock, pulling strings of precum off it and slinging it down his legs before giving his balls a good fondle.

That's when he realized they felt different. Denser, heavier. They were a little bigger too, just enough to actually fill his sac. They didn't roll around in it nearly as much, so to play with them he had to tug and squeeze more than he was used to. It was nice, just unexpected. It didn't stop him of course. He just focused on those heavy balls more than he might have to get used to it.

Van' focus didn't stop him from watching the others fish out their own cocks one by one. The older dog to his side had a rather impressive sheath, plumped up nicely and showing a hint of pink once his chinos were peeled back enough to reveal it. He slowly worked himself harder, the ruddy meat swelling from its fuzzy home until a proud nine inches slid between his fingers. He tried not to make eye contact with anyone as couple of the other men strode toward the table, fishing out a few dirty magazines to hone in on while the growing smell of masculine arousal filled the air.

The rhino watched a lion pull his own fat erection free already worked into a lather by watching hi companions work themselves up and the badger at the far end of the group was groaning to himself, chair turned away but his furious strokin made him difficult to ignore. In the end dicks of all shapes and sizes were getting some pleasant attention and Van was feeling a little less special than when he'd started.

So he decided to be bold again. He reached out to the dog beside him, gently touching his crotch then sliding his fingers around his cock. The older guy squirmed for a moment but didn't protest, moving his fingers away and letting the rhino take care of the work. "I'm not gay," he finally insisted after a shiver of pleasure shot up and down his spine. "I just have a hard time doing it by myself."

Van believed him. It wasn't like he was trying to convert anyone and it certainly wasn't a singles bar or anything. But his smell made the rhino want to jerk him off. He wanted to see the old dog cum. The more he breathed in the musk the more he wanted him to get off. Each breath drew his attention more and more until a fat shaft moved into his peripheral. The lion was standing there, only his cock exposed out of his jeans and the tip drooling with precum.

"Do me too," he instructed, looking much more glad to have a male holding his schlong than the dog obligingly enjoying his handjob.

This was more fun than the pudgy rhino expected. He released his own dick mixing precum into a smooth, warm lube as he worked two in tandem. He took his time but knowing that this wasn't an orgy or a real circle jerk he didn't go too slow either, milking gently and teasing the lengths to find where the two were most comfortable. The smell was really strong. He had forgotten what a gang of horny men really smelled like. It was brutish but he like it that way the air was thick as some of the others paired up to aid each other.

Even the badger snuck back from his corner to get a bit of attention from a squirrel. Van really hoped that he could get someone to take a grip of his but seated next to a straight guy and under the lion he knew it was going to be hard. But as the dog started to pant and thrust a thought hit him. They still needed to collect it. He looked around for the mostly ignored beakers and finally let go of the to beside him. He grabbed the table with its smutty wares and pulled it toward the middle of the room, clearing out the chairs just enough that he could start setting the cups on it.

"Here," he shouted proudly. "Everyone still gets a handy-J and all you have to do is aim."

Some looked rather excited by the prospect while others reticently piled in around the table. But there was was still no pressure. The guys still only jerked what they were comfortable handling. Van himself took right back to his two neighbours and worked their meat fast and eager as the ring of dicks slobbered precum all over the table.

The musk of sex was stronger than Van had anticipated now that everyone was collected in one spot in the room. It was invading his head dominating his thoughts and when he felt a set of warm fingers tug his tackle it forced him over the edge quite unexpectedly. He grunted deep as his cock flared with pleasure and the first stream of cum rushed down it.

A thick rope of hot cream exploded out of him, hitting the bottom of the beaker hard enough to slide it across the table an inch or so only to be followed by a bigger one that hit the side, butting it against the magazines. The rhino had never cum this hard. His seed was rocketing out uncontrollably and his handler was having a hard time aiming for the beaker as the force was sending it in wild arcs and spirals soaking the glossed paper in his sticky climax.

It only got worse as the others started to join him. Streams of hot, white pleasure erupted over the table. Beakers getting filled from each and every direction. Cum from eight men mixing in haphazard cocktails of fertility. Some of them came so hard they knocked over the glass containers, sending waves of the thick goo cascading down the side of the table to the floor while the group kept coming. More and more jizz splattered further and further from their sources until they were staining each others clothes in it.

Someone reset the beakers and they filled again while the men dropped of their orgasms. Each one was dribbling down the sides too full of cum to handle anymore. Liters, gallons of the stuff settling hot and heavy on the table and the group which provided the mess cleared away, some trying desperately to clean their clothes, others looking too content content with themselves to care. Van was personally happy to stand over the rich murk and breathe in the smell of fresh spooge.

With it mixed up and slopped all over the place he knew that it would be worthless to that cute scientist probably on his way back to recover this little fiasco. He really wanted to grab one of the beakers and down it. He debated how he could get away with it until the door opened and in walked a giggling, lab coated tabby.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen. It appears that you were in the high concentration group," he explained lightheartedly. "We hoped that we could allow the body to pick up on its own pheromones and cause a sexual competition response that would increase semen production. You all seemed to be feeding off each other's musk and producing more in order to 'wash' out your 'rivals'. This is fascinating though. We're going to have to start again from scratch but this is still fantastic progress. The Synergist Medical Group suggests you avoid male contact for a few days and masturbate frequently until any genital swelling resides. If you feel any discomfort or swelling continues for more than seven days please contact us immediately for medical treatment, free of charge"

The others murmured their assent while the feline handed out a few packets with a couple of surveys and contact information and a sizable check cut out for each of them. Finally he closed his explanations by directing them to a laundry station down the hall and asked for questions.

Van grabbed a beaker and quickly asked, "Could I take this sample since it's ruined?"

The cat shook his head and laughed softly. "I'm sorry sir but that cum is property of SMG and I do have tests I have to run on it. But you have lots more and this room should provide you with enough pheromones to get another big load. It won't be in use for another few hours so feel free."

With that he others filed out in a hurry and the scientist lingered for a moment to gather the beakers and wiped his finger across the table. "There's no way I'm going to get that up. I guess the cleaning crew will just have to take care it for me." Then he turned and licked his finger alluringly leaving a business card by the door afterward. "Tasty though. If you need help just let me know."

Later, Van told himself. Now he had a table to lick clean.