By the year 2069, humanity had finally run out of miracles, and out of patience. Fossil fuels were extinct, solar grids stretched thin, and the world’s last hydrogen refinery had shut down six months earlier. Then came the discovery that changed everything: human semen, of all things, could be refined into the cleanest, most stable form of energy ever created. They called it Jizzoline.
At first, the idea sounded like satire: men eagerly lining up at hastily built public "donation stations" to relieve themselves, milking their swelling cocks into soft receptacles for the greater good. But the results were undeniable. Within a few years, new models of levitating cars glided through cities powered by what used to be carelessly ejaculated into vaginas, anuses, condoms, tissues, and all manner of sex toys. Freight trains hummed soundlessly across continents, fueled by this new innovation. Even massive industrial machines, once the monsters of pollution, now ran on repurposed sticky humanity.
At Load Management Inc. extraction clinics all over the land, soft ambient lighting shifts subtly to match the time of day, helping visitors feel grounded. The air is clean and faintly scented with eucalyptus or lavender, while gentle instrumental music plays through hidden speakers. Transparent display panels embedded in the walls show calming visuals like slow-moving clouds or ocean waves rather than sterile informational posters. Seating is modular and self-adjusting, automatically conforming to each person’s posture and temperature needs. The furniture materials are antimicrobial and self-cleaning, with smooth matte surfaces in calm tones of white, gray, and muted teal. A holographic reception interface replaces the traditional front desk, greeting everyone with a personalized "welcome" as soon as they enter.
Click-clack-click-clack. High heels on hard flooring.
Schlunk. Hiss. The sound of a sliding door.
"Pryce, Roxie." The woman who appears behind the frosted glass sliding door has jet black hair with strands of silver woven in, styled in a dramatic low bun. Her tailored business attire defines professionalism: a sleek, matte-black exosuit jacket that contours perfectly to her form, embedded with smart fibers that monitor her vitals and subtly adjust fit and temperature. The jacket’s sharp shoulders and minimalist lapels exude strength, while a faint iridescent weave catches light, hinting at cutting-edge technology beneath its elegant surface.
"That's me. Hi." On a chair in the waiting room sits a young woman in her early twenties. Her body is curvy, celebrating natural form while embracing the smooth lines of modern design. She wears a sleek, contouring suit made of a shimmering fabric. Her blonde hair is meticulously styled into a neat, high ponytail, each strand gleaming with hints of pale gold and silver, held back by a minimalistic clasp that glows softly; part fashion, part wearable tech.
Click-clack-click-clack. Roxie follows the older woman along a corridor. Soft, warm lighting emanates from recessed strips along the ceiling and floor, casting a gentle amber glow that bathes the space in a welcoming embrace rather than harsh brightness.
"Congratulations on graduating, miss Pryce. How are you feeling about starting your nursing career?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Carter. I’m excited but a little nervous. There’s so much to learn, and I want to make sure I do everything right."
"That’s perfectly normal, and please relax. Nobody here expects you to get everything right at this stage, so take your time and learn from the other nurses and from me. Nursing can be challenging, but it is incredibly rewarding. What inspired you to become a semen extraction nurse?"
"Well... I’ve always wanted to help people, and I've always cared for the environment and promoting sustainability. I suppose I realized that semen extraction nursing is a fantastic way to help people and really to help our society and environment as a whole."
Mrs. Carter nods approvingly. "Good spirit, miss Pryce! First rule here: keep your sense of humor, and your fluid-resistant lab coat, close at hand. Things do get slippery. Literally."
Mrs. Carter flashes a smile at Roxie as she opens another sliding door with the biometric chip integrated into a bracelet around her wrist. She explains to the young nurse walking next to her that in this room, small private health pods allow men to undergo quick, non-invasive diagnostic checks like blood pressure and hydration scans while they wait. Discreet AI assistants provide updates on wait times and answer any questions the men may have.
Click-clack-click-clack. Schlunk. Hiss.
A sign informs Roxie that the next room is WASHING/DISINFECTING.
"Of course, as a semen extraction nurse you are aware that one of your duties is manual washing and disinfecting of the men before installing them properly in the extraction room. You have watched the introductory videos we sent to you?" Mrs. Carter eyes the young nurse.
"I have, Mrs. Carter. I don't mind it at all. In fact that's one of the reasons I chose to apply for a job here at Load Management. During my studies I became convinced that retaining a human touch in the penis preparation process leads to higher load yield during extraction. Other companies have automated the whole process, and I'm personally convinced that that's not the best way forward."
Mrs. Carter nods slowly and smiles. "This retention of the human touch is part of the excellence we strive for. I suspect you will do well here, young miss Pryce." She knocks on a door labeled WASHROOM 5.
The door opens, with the usual schlunk and the usual hiss. The room on the other side is quite stark and clinical compared to the other rooms Roxie has seen so far. Like the whole room has been carved out of the same huge block of white plastic and every element is designed for cleanliness, durability, and ease of maintenance. The benches, carved directly out of the plastic monolith, offer no cushions. They are all smooth surfaces meant for brief use. White wash basins emerge naturally from the sculpted counters, perfectly molded into the structure.
They are greeted by a nurse, around 30 years old, with her dark hair pulled back into a practical ponytail that swings lightly as she moves around the wash room, preparing individually packaged soft sponges, tissue boxes and small pump bottles. Her face is bright and cheery, framed by loose strands of hair that soften her focused gaze, sparkling with kindness and a quick sense of humor. Her Load Management Inc. uniform is neat and functional, her sleek and shiny lab coat slightly personalized with colorful pins and patches hinting at her love for comics.
"Nurse Nelly, we're here for new nurse miss Pryce's orientation."
"I'm Roxie. Hi, nurse Nelly!" Roxie and Nelly shake hands and smile warmly at each other.
"Nurse Roxie, it's so nice to meet you! I'm sure you will love it here. And Mrs. Carter is a wonderful boss, I promise!" Nurse Nelly smiles warmly at Mrs. Carter, and then leans in closer to Roxie's ear in order to mock whisper, whispering loud enough for Mrs. Carter to surely hear what she says. "And she's not usually very strict, that's just for the orientation, so don't worry about it!" Nelly grins at Mrs. Carter and the older woman returns a cheeky smile.
"Nurse Nelly, why don't you go ahead and call the next client in for washing and disinfecting." Mrs. Carter nods at the dark haired nurse.
"Of course, Mrs. Carter." Nurse Nelly reaches over to press a button on the wall, and a velvety soft female voice can be heard from the speakers hidden inside the walls or in the ceilings. "One, three, nine. Washroom number five. One, three, nine. Washroom number five, please."
The man who enters the room is perhaps in his early forties, with a robust and stocky frame. His skin is fair with subtle freckles across his shoulders and chest. His light brown hair is gently tousled, falling just above his collarbone. He is completely naked, and holds his hands in front of his crotch like a soccer player standing in the way of a coming free kick.
"Hello there!" Roxie greets the new arrival cheerfully, perhaps trying to put him at ease with her friendly smile.
Nurse Nelly takes over, smiling at the man. "My name is Nelly, and we're going to help you get cleaned up for extraction." She gestures for him to step onto a nearby platform, where she begins running a soft, warm cloth over his body, starting from his shoulders and moving downwards.
"So, Roxie," Nelly says as she squirts some more disinfectant solution onto a clean cloth, "what made you decide to become a semen extraction nurse?"
"Well, I think this is such an important job, especially now that we rely on human semen for energy. It's fascinating how something so natural can be transformed into something so vital."
The older nurse grins back and nods approvingly. "You're absolutely right about that, Roxie. And as for me? I just couldn't resist the chance to work in such an innovative and cutting-edge field. Plus," she adds with a wink, "I think it's pretty cool being able to say that I help save the world one load at a time." They share a hearty laugh (and Mrs. Carter gladly joins in as well) before returning their attention to their client.
"Now, nurse Nelly, why don't you let young miss Pryce take over for a while so she can get some hands-on experience?"
Nelly nods in response and hands the cloth to Roxie, then smiles at the man standing in front of them.
"Mister Browning, no need to be shy, we have seen it all before, I assure you." She reaches out to gently grab the man's hands and pulls them away from his crotch, fully exposing his crotch area.
Nurse Nelly gives a reassuring squeeze to Mr. Browning's hands before stepping back, giving Roxie room to continue. The younger nurse takes the cloth from her mentor and begins washing the area around his genitals with gentle strokes.
As she works, Mr. Browning slowly begins to relax. His breathing becomes deeper, and a slight flush appears on his cheeks. His cock, which had initially hung limply, starts to stiffen under Roxie's touch. It thickens and lengthens quickly, the veins standing out against the pale skin as it strains against the fabric of her cloth. His balls tighten too, drawing up closer to his body.
"There we go," nurse Nelly says encouragingly, smiling at Mr. Browning. "Just like that, nurse Roxie. You're doing great. And you're doing great too, Mr. Browning. It's perfectly understandable that you get hard, so don't worry about that! It looks like our newest nurse is a natural!"
Roxie continues washing and massaging him with the cloth, watching in fascination as he becomes more and more aroused under her touch. His cock stands proudly before her, stretching to probably nearly seven inches long and quite thick. The head is plump and engorged, its skin smooth and shiny like polished marble. A network of veins runs beneath the surface, and a glistening rope of precum already oozes from the slit at the tip.
Finally, when she decides that he is clean enough, Nurse Roxie stands back to give him a once-over. His cock still juts proudly forward, still leaking some clear precum onto the low platform he is standing on. The balls are pulled up tight with obvious anticipation. "All done," she says softly, "you can step down now."
He looks at Roxie, his eyes meeting hers briefly before dropping shyly to the floor. "Thank you," he says quietly.
"You're very welcome," she replies warmly.
"Well done, miss Pryce. Now, if you'll just follow me...?" Mrs. Carter gestures toward the door that leads to the extraction room, where a soft glow emanates from behind the frosted glass door. Inside, machines hum and beep, their lights flickering in anticipation of the precious sticky cargo that will soon arrive.
Schlunk and hiss. The extraction bay is designed to feel as warm and inviting as possible, given its function. Soft, ambient lighting casts a gentle cyan glow over everything, and soothing music plays in the background. There are five extraction machines in this room, separated by frosted glass panels that offer the clients a modest bit of privacy from the prying eyes of other clients, but the space is still open enough that the nurses can easily keep an eye on all the machines at a glance.
Roxie lingers a bit in the middle of the room. One of the machines is occupied, a man is strapped into it, suspended in the air in a position that's similar to the position you're in when you ride a motorcycle. Legs far apart, knees bent, and the whole body tilted forward. A translucent silicon nozzle milks his cock greedily, like he's a cow and it's cereal time at the farm. His anus and balls are fully on display to any nurse in the room, and he moans quietly as the nozzle slurps and gulps greedily around the entirety of his fully erect cock. His moans are dull and low, like he's in a trance, completely hypnotized by the milking action. Excess lube (and probably a lot of precum, Roxie thinks) dribbles out in a constant stream onto a tray underneath him. Next to the man who is being milked stands another nurse, her bright red hair styled into an adorable pixie cut that frames her face and draws attention to her large emerald green eyes and petite nose. She has a slender figure and wears a white Load Management Inc. uniform. Her cheeks are rosy, and she is bending forward to squeeze the man's lube-covered balls gently. She smiles and says something to him, then gives his buttocks a few light pats with the palm of her hand as she turns and notices Roxie. The red-haired nurse smiles and waves.
Roxie waves back at the other nurse just as she gets that familiar feeling. That feeling you get in your stomach when you're riding a rollercoaster, and you're right on the cusp at the top, half a second before the exhilarating drop. Except she feels it between her legs. She's also well aware that her nipples have been rock hard ever since she was asked to clean and disinfect Mr. Browning's beautiful cock.
As they approach one of the unoccupied extraction machines, Mrs. Carter explains to Roxie that each client's information is carefully recorded before their appointment. "This way, we can make sure that the process is as efficient as possible." She gestures toward a small terminal built into the side of the machine.
Nurse Nelly nods in agreement. "It's important to keep track of everything. We have clients who come in from all over the country, sometimes even internationally, to donate their semen here."
Mrs. Carter swipes her fingers expertly over a touchscreen embedded into the control terminal part of the machine.
"The machine measures physiological responses to the milking, the most important and the most advanced part of the machine being the milking sheath. So of course that's this part here that the penis is slid into."
Mrs. Carter presses a few menus and icons on the touchscreen, and the milking nozzle whirs to life, the arm it's mounted on swivels up to the side so that the nurses can easily inspect the device.
Mrs. Carter runs her hand gently over the nozzle. "The overall design is ergonomic and comfortable, allowing for easy insertion and removal of the penis. It's of course not a simple masturbator; it's powered by our proprietary advanced technology. This latest version of the milking nozzle includes six internal motors that vibrate, massage, suck and thrust in various patterns, simulating different sexual positions and intensities. This provides us with an intense and realistic edging and milking experience without any physical exertion on the client's part."
Roxie nods, "It seems very impressive. You mentioned not only milking, but you said there is an edging experience?"
Mrs. Carter smiles. "Ah, yes of course. See, naturally we want a high yield, we want maximum load volume per orgasm. So one of the fantastic things these machines do is they can monitor changes in blood flow and muscular activity in the subject and essentially keep the client very close to an orgasm for a long time - sometimes for up to three hours in extreme cases.
"During this edging phase the machine monitors the client and calculates the optimal duration and intensity of the edging action. So in this way we ensure that when the client finally is brought to orgasm, the load volume will be as high as it can be. What we want to do is essentially 'milk him dry', to put it bluntly. It's really no different than, say, making sure all the ripe fruits are harvested off a fruit tree, down to the last single fruit."
Mrs. Carter hands Roxie a small tray with all the necessary tools: sterile gloves, a medical-grade lubricant dispenser, and soft cloths for cleanup. "First things first," she says, "we need to prepare Mr. Browning for extraction." Nurse Nelly leads them to where Mr. Browning is waiting patiently on the hydraulic lift platform, his eyes cast downward in modesty.
"Hello there, Mr. Browning!" Roxie chirps, "We're just going to get you settled into the machine and then we can begin the extraction process." She smiles reassuringly as he nods in response.
Nurse Nelly starts by attaching sensors to Mr. Browning's groin area, and monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure throughout the process. Next, she positions him on a small metal chair on the platform. The seat of the chair is split, with padded thigh-rests that support his legs, a bit like a gynecological examination chair where the patient is in a squatting position rather than laying down on their back. His penis and testicles are left exposed, dangling freely below the chair, while his anus remains uncovered as well. Nelly secures his arms and legs into place with Velcro restraints. Finally, she adjusts the harness around his waist, making sure it's comfortable but also providing support for his lower back and core muscles during the extraction.
"Ready for suspension." Nurse Nelly steps off of the platform, and as she issues commands to the machine via the touchscreen, the platform retracts into the floor with a soft whirring sound. This leaves Mr. Browning now suspended in the air on the end of the robotic arm that holds the strange skeletal gynecological chair frame, and the milking nozzle.
Mrs. Carter nods approvingly. "Suspension successful. Well done, nurse Nelly. Now miss Pryce, you will insert Mr. Browning here into the milking nozzle. I will teach you to navigate the system interface via the touchscreens later, but for now I'll put the nozzle in the correct starting position for you.
"So what you do, miss Pryce, is you put your gloves on, and then apply lubricant liberally to the client's penis. You really can not add too much. The machine needs this lubricant not only for lubrication, but it's also needed for the real-time monitoring and all the measurements the machine performs. Too much of this lubricant doesn't damage the machine, the excess simply drools down onto a tray and this excess lube is later processed separately, as it will be mixed with the client's pre-cum, which of course needs to be collected as well. But I will explain these processes to you tomorrow when we go over the system UI of the machines. For now you may proceed with lubrication and insertion, miss Pryce."
Roxie steps forward, her heart racing with anticipation. She slips on a fresh pair of gloves and gently applies generous amounts of lubricant to Mr. Browning's penis and surrounding areas, taking care not to touch him directly with her own skin. Once Mrs. Carter agrees that he is adequately lubricated, she is instructed to connect a tube from a large integrated lube dispenser to the milking nozzle. Mrs. Carter then reaches over and presses a button on the nozzle itself, which starts the nozzle lubrication process and puts the nozzle into Insertion status.
"For safety, the nozzle has to be initialized into default lubrication and insertion mode manually, and not from the touchscreen interface. But now you can see the status is green, and all that's left is to gently guide the client's penis inside the receptacle. So please proceed with this final manual step, miss Pryce."
Roxie gently grabs the helplessly suspended Mr. Browning's half-erect cock and gives him a stroke along the length of his shaft, easing him into position. The warmth of his lubricated member in her hand is palpable, and she can feel the soft, veiny skin beneath her fingertips as she guides the swollen head of his penis towards the opening of the nozzle. With a slow, deliberate motion, she begins to insert his penis into the nozzle. A slurping sound fills the air as the large amount of lubrication allows his member to slide smoothly inside. It's almost as if the nozzle is eager for him, hungrily drawing in every inch of his length as it automatically detects a penis being brought close to its opening. Roxie continues to guide him deeper until he's fully enveloped within the warmth and comfort of the translucent tube.
Mr. Browning lets out a soft moan, his eyes drifting shut as he experiences the pleasurable sensations of being enveloped by the nozzle.
"They do tend to like this part," Nelly giggles and winks at Roxie.
"Yes, of course this is highly pleasurable for our clients," Mrs. Carter agrees. "The inner walls of the nozzle are lined with an advanced pliable material that molds itself seamlessly to the shaft, and provides a snug yet comfortable fit. This customized approach ensures maximum pleasure for the user while also allowing for an efficient extraction of semen. The nozzle's ability to accommodate different sizes and lengths enhances its versatility and makes it suitable for use by a wide range of individuals."
Mrs. Carter's words are accompanied by the occasional sounds of Mr. Browning's trance-like moans and the gentle, squishy sucking noises as the nozzle adjusts its seal around his penis. Roxie watches with interest as his glistening cock grows and seems to throb rhythmically inside the translucent tube. A steady stream of excess lube seeps out from between the mouth of the nozzle and Mr. Browning's balls and lazily drips down onto a collection tray that has now slid out underneath him.
"So he is now in green status and in Preparatory Edging mode." Mrs. Carter gestures to the different displays embedded into the control panel. "The room nurse will keep an eye on him for now, and perhaps we will break for a quick lunch? Nurse Nelly can show you to the staff cafeteria and dining hall. Then at 1:15 PM, miss Pryce, if you would meet me in the lobby again and we will come back and supervise this extraction bay."
Nurse Nelly nods and fires off a radiant smile at Roxie. "Honestly, their grilled vegetable panini bread is to die for, Roxie. They make the bread themselves, it's a real crunchy sourdough. Or if you're boring I guess you could go for the butternut squash soup."
Roxie follows Nelly along corridors lined with large windows that offer stunning views of the surrounding cityscape, allowing natural light to flood in during the daytime hours. Nelly cheerily talks about turkey meatballs and quinoa and yogurt parfait with fresh fruits.
But all Roxie can think about is the way her hard nipples feel against the fabric of her clothes as she walks, and she quickly realizes that her panties are completely soaked.
