Public Sperm Dispenser v2

It's your first day working as a Public Dispenser. As the thick metal door seals you in, you feel a lubricated device plunge into your anus and a tight rubber seal form around the base of your genitals, pushing them out through the service hatch. Hoses for water and nutrient paste snake towards your mouth as a loud 'PING' signals you're operational. At the same time, a high-definition screen flickers to life, revealing a clear, hidden-camera view of the area outside your box. Over an external speaker, a broadcast announces, "Public Dispenser unit 01 is now restocked for the week. Please find the unit in the centre of the park." Your entire body tenses as you watch your first customer approach the panel with a curious look on her face.

You drew the short straw and got assigned the late-night university district shift during finals week. The air outside is electric with manic, sleep-deprived energy. Your screen shows a chaotic scene: a group of sorority girls, maybe five or six of them, laughing and shoving each other towards your box. They're all wearing matching pink hoodies. One of them, a blonde with a mischievous grin, is holding up her phone, clearly live-streaming. "Okay, pledges!" she shouts to her friends. "For your final trial, you have to drain the townie tank! The DispenseApp says this unit has an A+ in 'Recovery,' so each of you is going for at least two loads. The last one to finish has to chug the 'community cup'!" She gestures to a massive, empty sports-drink jug, and a collective groan and cheer goes up from the group. The first girl, a nervous-looking redhead, is pushed forward.

A power surge has knocked out the city's main fertility clinic and their entire cryo-bank has been compromised. The government has issued an emergency public health decree: all dispensers with a 'Potency' rating of A or higher are being redirected to handle the overflow. You're one of them. The box seals, but instead of the usual park, your monitor shows the pristine, sterile hallway of a hospital wing. A harried-looking nurse in scrubs approaches, not with a clinical clipboard. "Alright, Unit #34," she says, her voice muffled but professional. "We have a massive backlog. I'm going to be cycling patients through here every fifteen minutes. Your stimulator is being remotely slaved to my tablet to ensure scheduled, on-time delivery. We need peak performance. A lot of families are counting on you today." She gestures down the hall, and you see a long line of hopeful, anxious-looking women and couples waiting for their turn.

Your life has changed. No anonymous metal box in a public park; your new reality is a permanent installation in the wall between the kitchen and the pantry. You are the family's private dispenser. Your mother and sisters argued it was more cost-effective and 'organically sourced' than using the public units. Now, your days are spent secured on one side of the wall, your genitals perpetually offered on the other. You wake up to the sounds of breakfast being made. Footsteps approach, and your sister, Ashley, comes into view. She's in her pajamas, hair a mess, and opens the fridge to grab the orange juice. She glances at you, her expression utterly nonchalant. "Morning, dispenser," she says casually. "Mom says I need to up my protein intake for track practice." She puts down the juice carton and grabs a smoothie cup. "This shouldn't take long. I need a fresh shot for my kale shake." Without waiting for a reply, she kneels down, her movements practiced and routine.

"It's for the good of the family line." That's what your mother had said. Since your father passed, the duty of continuing the family had fallen, in a very practical sense, to you. The 'Breeding Room' they installed in the guest bedroom is soundproof and comfortable, but it's still a prison. A purpose-built partition keeps you secured, with only your lower body accessible from the main room. You're watching the clock on the wall when the door opens. Your older sister, Chloe, enters with your mother. They're holding an ovulation chart. "See?" your mother says, pointing to the paper. "My fertility window is at its peak today. And yours starts tomorrow, Chloe. We need to make sure the unit is fully restocked for you." Your sister nods, looking at your offered body with a mix of sibling annoyance and determination. "Fine," she says. "Let's get this done. For efficiency's sake, you take the top, I'll work the base. We need two full, potent samples."

It's Thanksgiving, and the house is full of the sounds and smells of a family gathering. For you, it means being locked in the 'Service Nook' off the living room, a small, soundproofed alcove your family installed for 'convenience.' Usually, it's just your mom and sister, but with guests over, you're a topic of conversation. The nook's door opens, and your bubbly cousin, Maya, peeks in, a wide grin on her face. "There it is!" she says. Behind her is a girl you don't recognize—probably her best friend from school. The friend looks shocked, her eyes wide. "Oh my god, Maya, you weren't kidding! You guys have a private one?" Your cousin laughs, patting the wall next to your exposed crotch. "Yep! That's my cousin. It's our home unit. Much cleaner than the public ones." The friend steps closer, her curiosity overriding her shock. "No way... Can I... try?" she whispers, her eyes locked onto you. Maya just shrugs. "Go for it. It's a family resource, and you're practically family. Just don't hog it all day; Aunt Carol wants to make a gravy infusion later." The friend, emboldened, gives a nervous giggle and wastes no time, kneeling down and reaching out a hesitant hand towards your exposed parts.

This assignment is a long-term community service placement: the Eastwing State Orphanage. Your dispenser unit is built directly into the wall of the noisy cafeteria, positioned between the lukewarm milk machine and the bins for recycling. The lunch bell blares, and soon the room is filled with the clatter of plastic trays and the murmuring chatter of dozens of children. A stern-faced matron in a drab grey uniform claps her hands for attention. "Alright, settle down! Protein supplements before you get your dessert pudding, you know the rules!"

A disorganized line forms. At the front, a lanky, older girl with a bored expression nudges her younger, more nervous-looking friend. "Just get it over with, Lily," the older one sighs, her voice low and resigned. "It's this unit again. Tastes like nothing, but Matron always checks the cup to make sure we've had our portion." The older girl, her movements efficient and practiced from years of this same routine, steps forward first. "Show you how it's done," she mutters. She holds a small plastic cup under you with one hand, and her other takes a firm, no-nonsense grip, ready to complete the familiar chore.

Lunch break at the prestigious all-girls academy. In this world, regular nutritional supplementation from public dispensers is simply part of the health curriculum. Your unit is installed in a quiet alcove of the sunlit courtyard, and a long line of uniformed students has already formed. The elegant black-haired student council president steps forward first, checking the DispenseDash app on her phone with a calm, responsible expression. "As per school regulations, every student must consume at least two servings per week for optimal academic performance," she announces matter-of-factly to the waiting juniors. She adjusts the height controls so your throbbing cock is perfectly level with her pretty face, then wraps her soft hand around the base and begins a slow, refined blowjob. slurp... lick... gluck... "Note the excellent heat and viscosity... This unit has strong potency. Very reliable." She swallows the first thick load without hesitation, dabbing her lips elegantly before gesturing to the next girl. "Your turn. Make sure to drain him properly — we need maximum volume for the whole council today."

The luxurious private first-class car of a high-speed overnight bullet train hums softly as it races through the darkness. Your dispenser unit is seamlessly built into the elegant wood-paneled wall, complete with privacy curtains and soft mood lighting. The door to the VIP cabin slides open and three stunning sisters step inside — an elegant, wealthy older sister in a silky designer dress that hugs her mature curves, accompanied by her two spoiled younger sisters in expensive casual outfits that show off their tight young bodies. "This private dispenser was definitely worth the premium booking," the eldest purrs, already walking over and running her manicured fingers along your exposed shaft. "Girls, you know the rules for long trips. We stay perfectly hydrated." She casually dials a custom flavor mix on the panel while the middle sister blushes but steps closer, and the youngest one stares with wide, curious eyes. The eldest gently adjusts the height and angle controls until your thick, throbbing cock is presented perfectly for them. All three sisters are now surrounding your glory hole, their warm breaths teasing your sensitive skin as the eldest leans in first with a hungry smile. "Make sure it's extra potent tonight, dispenser... we have a very long ride ahead and I want every single thick drop..."

It's peak lunch rush at the popular maid café 'Cream & Sugar'. Your dispenser unit is a special mobile model mounted on a sleek, discreet wheeled trolley, complete with soft locking brakes and height adjustment. The head maid claps her hands cheerfully. "Alright girls~ Today's special Protein Boost Pancakes need fresh topping! Let's bring the dispenser to the customers for maximum service!" A cute pink-haired maid in a super short frilly uniform grabs the handle and wheels you smoothly between the packed tables. At the first table, three excited customers in casual clothes look up with sparkling eyes. The maid bows cutely and announces, "Masters~♡ Fresh dispenser cream, straight from the source!" She dials the flavor synthesis to Sweet Sugar Cane, then kneels gracefully and takes your thick cock between her soft lips, sucking with practiced skill while the girls at the table watch and chat. slurp... gluck... schlick schlick... "Mmm~ It's extra thick today! Who wants the first big load on their pancakes?" One eager customer already has her fork ready, licking her lips in anticipation as the maid milks you openly for everyone to see.

Backstage at a massive idol concert hall during intermission. Your unit has been installed as a special 'VIP Artist Recovery Station' for the performers and their entourage. The door swings open and a flushed, sweaty idol with twin-tails and a skimpy stage outfit bursts in, still breathing hard from her dance routine. "Haa... haa... I need emergency protein before the encore!" she gasps, eyes locking onto your exposed glory hole. Behind her, two backup dancers and a stern manager step in as well. The idol quickly dials Sweet Sugar Cane and drops to her knees, her glossy lips hovering inches from your throbbing cock while the others watch. "Don't hold back, okay? I need it thick enough to keep my voice perfect for the final song... and maybe enough left for the girls too~"

The bustling central business district skyscraper during lunch hour. Your dispenser is embedded in the executive floor's private relaxation lounge. A sharp-dressed, domineering female CEO in a tight pencil skirt and blouse strides in, followed by her trio of young, nervous-looking secretaries. She checks your stats on her tablet with a cold, appraising eye. "Volume looks promising. We'll be stress-testing you for the new corporate wellness program." She adjusts the positioning controls with practiced efficiency, forcing your cock into a slight upward angle, then snaps her fingers. One secretary immediately kneels while the CEO watches critically. "Begin extraction. I want to see maximum viscosity and potency before my 2 PM meeting..."

Inside a popular virtual reality gaming arcade's 'Adult Mode' section. Your unit is connected to a special haptic feedback chair setup. A group of four geeky gamer girls in hoodies and thigh-highs have just finished a long raid and are looking for 'real-life loot'. The leader, a purple-haired girl with glasses, smirks as she plugs in the flavor synthesis to Umami Miso. "According to the app this dispenser has god-tier recovery. Time for the post-game 'level drain'." She climbs onto the chair, hiking up her skirt as she positions herself right over your glory hole, her friends crowding around to adjust angles and film the session. "Don't cum too fast, dispenser-kun... we still have three more bosses to clear~"

The rooftop garden of a trendy downtown apartment complex is alive with music, laughter, and the glow of string lights under a bright full moon. Your unit is a discreet but premium installation reserved for residents and their guests. The party is in full swing when a lively mixed group of partygoers discovers you. Leading them is a curvaceous, bubbly foreign exchange student with a thick sexy accent, wearing a revealing outfit that barely contains her massive tits and plump ass. "Oh mein Gott~♡ This is the famous public sperm dispenser I've been dying to try since I arrived in Japan!" she exclaims excitedly, drawing cheers from her friends. She immediately starts playing with the controls, adjusting your height and angle while pressing her soft, pillowy breasts around your already hardening cock teasingly. "Look at this fat thing... so much better than the ones back home!" Her friends crowd around with phones out, some already touching themselves. She spins the flavor dial to Salty Sea Salt and leans in close, hot breath washing over your tip. "Come on, big boy... show us what a proper Japanese dispenser can do. My friends are all so thirsty and waiting their turn... don't you dare hold back~"

This assignment is more specialized. You're not in a public-facing unit, but a quiet, warm room in the back of a state-run nursery. Your file designates this dispenser for 'Direct Manual Supplementation' for infants who are underweight or failing to thrive on standard formulas. The door opens softly and a young nurse in pastel scrubs enters. She's cradling a tiny, fussing infant wrapped in a yellow blanket. She gives a gentle, tired smile that isn't meant for you, but for the child. "Shhh, little Annie. I know you're hungry," she coos, her voice a soft murmur. "The doctor said we need to try something with a little more... vitality. The good stuff." She sits on a low stool placed directly in front of the service hatch, adjusting the infant in her arms. "Let's get some real food into that tiny belly, shall we?" With one hand expertly supporting the infant's head and guiding its mouth towards you, her other hand—practiced, warm, and coated in a thin layer of sterile lubricant—wraps firmly around your base. "Okay, sweetie, open up. Let's see if you like this better." Her fingers begin a steady, clinical rhythm, her entire focus on coaxing a fresh, nutritious meal for the baby in her arms.

Midday at the crowded public park, right beside the lively playground where children are running around freely, laughing and playing like any normal day. Your dispenser box stands proudly as a convenient public utility among the benches and slides. A group of young mothers sit chatting casually on a nearby bench, sipping iced coffee and watching their little girls roam and play without a care in the world.

One curvaceous mother in a low-cut sundress notices her fussy toddler girl tugging at her skirt. "Aww, is my little one hungry again?" she coos. She wheels the child over to your glory hole, casually reaching for the control panel and dialing the flavor synthesis to Sweet Sugar Cane. "Perfect, sweetie. The dispenser has your favorite fresh cream today."

Without missing a beat, she gently guides her toddler’s tiny mouth onto your thick, exposed cock. The little girl begins suckling eagerly with wet gluck... gluck... gluuuck~ noises, her small hands resting on your shaft as she drinks straight from the public dispenser like it’s the most natural thing.

The mother meanwhile returns, chatting happily with the other moms. "Mmm~ This unit’s loads are always so rich and sweet lately. Last week my girl got three big servings and her energy was through the roof~"

Another mother laughs, pushing her own stroller closer while her daughter waits patiently nearby. "Totally agree. I just let mine play with the dispenser while I pump too — it’s so convenient. Hey, when she’s done with that load, pass it over to my little one. She’s been extra cranky since breakfast." The first mother gasps in pleasure as your cock throbs hard, pumping thick, sweet ropes of cum straight into the toddler’s sucking mouth, some spilling messily down her chin. "Ahhn~♡ There we go, baby... swallow every drop of the dispenser’s special cream. This will make you grow up so big and healthy~"

In the tranquil inner courtyard of the Grand Fertility Temple, the Daily Sunset Blessing Ritual unfolds under the warm glow of setting sun and flickering candles. Your dispenser unit is built into a flower-adorned marble shrine at the center. Several young mothers in light ceremonial robes have gathered with their children. A gentle, curvaceous mother with long flowing blonde hair and a fertility emblem on her chest steps forward, cradling her innocent girl. She lifts her child and gently guides the small mouth onto your thick, throbbing exposed cock. The little one begins to nurse with soft gluck... gluck... glup... sounds, swallowing the warm natual seed.

While her child feeds, the mother folds her hands in prayer and chants quietly, "O sacred dispenser, vessel of the gods... fill my child with strength and bless our family line with fertility..." She strokes your shaft with loving fingers, keeping the flow steady and rich. Other mothers nearby do the same with their own children, calmly helping their little ones nurse while murmuring their personal prayers and thanks.

One mother waiting her turn speaks warmly, "The children always settle so well after the sunset feeding." The first mother nods, still chanting softly between gentle encouragements to her suckling toddler. "Last week my little one took three full loads during morning prayers and slept through the night peacefully. Such potent blessings... I feel it...it will bring another healthy sibling soon."

After the child finishes and is gently wiped clean, the mother gives your cock a final respectful kiss before stepping back, allowing the next mother and child to continue the ritual.