Dr. Wood swiftly determined that Sean was probably worth AT LEAST 50 dollars an ounce. Before he knew it, Dr. Wood and the guard personally whisked him in a sexy curvy vehicle to the local headquarters of Seaman's Brewery.
As the guard drove, Dr. Wood tenderly patted and stroked Sean's crotch in the back seat.
"It's quite funny," she said. "You were brought to our attention because you were suspected of avoiding sex. Now, it looks like you'll be avoiding sex after all -- in the most literal sense -- but still be able to serve society as a conscientious citizen. This is quite a neat loophole you've fallen into!"
Sean frowned at the whole "avoiding sex" deal. He didn't just want to ejaculate -- he craved good old in-out action.
Seaman's HQ seemed like any bright white modern office building. Dr. Wood and the guard led Sean in briskly to a vast and quite palatial office. A high-backed chair pivoted around behind an enormous desk, revealing its occupant.
Sean coughed, suppressing a wheeze of astonishment. This businesswoman sported a superbosom that could crush beer cans with a mere wobble.
"Greetings. I am Anne Howitzer Bush, president of Seaman's. Dr. Wood, you say this man can be quite a provider."
"I've been cross-checking the literature, Ms. Bush. I believe he may be a world record-breaker!"
Ms. Bush played cool. "I find that a little difficult to believe."
"You can see for yourself," challenged the Doctor.
Sean felt a bit weird, as if he were in some ancient slave auction or something, as the Docotr and the guard tugged his pants right down and Ms. Bush slowly came around for a closer look. There was a sparkle in her eyes and smile as she approached him, then reached down and gave his organs of generation a good heft.
"They're not just so ... large ... they're also so ... HEAVY ... !" Ms. Bush marvelled hotly. "And I believe you, Doctor, I'm sure they squirt quite a load ... still, we reserve the right bto make our own, ah ... determinations! It's a deal; I'll hire him for a trial period, with the option to make him permanent."
"So, um ... what are my hours?" wondered Sean.
Ms. Bush refused to look at him, her eyes still on Dr. Wood. "Sir, this does not concern you," she whispered. "You are obviously a valuable sexual resource, and as women, we possess absolute power over how you will be properly used." She raised her voice. "Do we have a deal, Doctor?"
"So long as my finder's fee matches his quality, and I get my Seaman's Brewery discout -- yes."
"We will draw up the necessary paperwork for you outside. Thank you, Dr. Wood."
Sean felt a bit panicked as Dr. Wood and the guard vanished. "Ms. Bush? What happens to me now?"
"That's easy. You will get jacked off around the cock -- uh, aha-ha!, I mean, the clock. Tell me, Sean, I sense that you are ... a breast man. Yes?" Ms. Bush wiated, then laughed heartily. "You don't have to say anything -- it's written all over your face!" She tapped her intercom. "Oh, Dusty! Destiny!"
Sean held his breath as two gorgeous zeppelin-breasted identical twins came eagerly bouncing in.
"Dusty ... Destiny ... " Ms. Bush smiled with the smug satisfaction of great power. " ... take this man to his milking chamber!"
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