ELIANO #2
"One moment. There is one more matter I need to examine. I did not do this on the previous visit so as not to overwhelm you. I need to examine your testicles and collect a semen sample," Dr. Lee says, turning toward me, his dark eyes locking onto my face.
Salt jerks his head up.
"I assume refusal is not an option."
Silence answers him, but it’s obvious there’s no way I can wiggle out of it.
So I speak calmly instead.
"Fine. If those are the requirements. Salt has been examined, so it is only fair that I am as well. I will comply."
Salt stares at me intensely, but I avoid his gaze.
"Please undress. Pants are sufficient," the doctor says.
I move to the examination couch against the wall, sit down, and pull off my pants.
"Please lie back."
I do so, my eyes fixing on the ceiling. The room is quiet. Salt sits rigid, coiled tight with tension.
Dr. Lee steps closer, and suddenly Salt jumps to his feet.
"You are going to touch his balls?"
"Yes, that is required for the examination. Is that a problem?"
"Maybe it is."
"Unfortunately, in this type of examination I cannot simply tell you to do it yourself. You would not know what to look for."
Salt’s lips press together hard, his jaw trembling, muscles jumping in his cheeks like he wants to spit at Dr. Lee, but he only looks away.
The doctor puts on gloves and gently examines my testicles. The touch is purely medical and detached, so it does not bother me much. Salt, however, looks miserable, turning his eyes toward the window.
"Everything looks fine. I also need a semen sample," Dr. Lee says, gesturing to a door in the wall. "There is a small room there where you can… prepare the sample for me."
No point in resisting, I guess.
"Okay."
"I want to go in there with you," Salt says firmly. His eyes are locked on me with a strange wildness, a stubborn intensity.
"That is fine, if you want," I reply, offering him a gentle smile to ease him a little.
Dr. Lee hands me a small, white container, and we both step into the adjoining room. A chair sits before a screen, which displays a paused alpha-on-beta porn video.
I sigh.
"Well, if we ever had any doubts about how shady the island is," I say with a sigh, "now we have proof. He said it himself: definitely not a resort. It’s an experimental program with rigid rules, and unfortunately the core principle is all or nothing. We play, or we’re out."
"Yep, that about sums it up," Salt says sourly.
He steps in front of me, and I feel his hands at my waist, unbuttoning my pants.
"Let’s get this over with quickly. I really want to get out of this damned office."
He drops to his knees in front of me, frees my cock, and starts stroking my mostly soft shaft with both hands, opening his mouth to occasionally lick just under the head.
Despite all the tension and irritation in the office, it’s actually nice to see Salt so eager to help.
I appreciate it a lot. There’s even a strange satisfaction in it, especially knowing he was clearly jealous over me, which catches me off guard considering what I suspect about his escape plans.
Still, I’ll take it. It’s a solid boost to my ego.
About three minutes later, I manage to fill the container. The procedure is not nearly as sexy as I would have liked, but it gets the job done.
We leave the room, and the doctor says,
"Wait here a moment. I will take a look under the microscope and let you know right away."
So we sit again in the chairs by his desk and wait. Salt is tense, staring at the floor, lightly tapping one foot.
The doctor finally comes back to us.
That irritating face of his slips into a smile again. These people are unbelievable, they reset to their default fake grin every few minutes like it is programmed.
"Fortunately, on this front we do not have any problems, and there is even a kind of good news," he says smoothly.
"There are plenty of long-lived sperm cells present, which are actually required for fertilization in the case of a beta.
That is another very positive sign. Which is why I will repeat myself and strongly encourage you to attempt intercourse, and by doing so, put off indefinitely what I will call the emergency procedure. "
"Emergency procedure, my ass," Salt mutters under his breath. "A fucking euphemism for rape."
His lips press together again, so tight they must be hurting.
"I will see you again in four days," the doctor says, and this time he reins in that cheerful smile, probably because he finally notices it does not go well with our dead expressions. We’re not a particularly receptive audience.
Together with Salt, I leave the office, both in a seriously off mood.
"Salt, this is your decision," I say quietly. "I do not want to put any more pressure on you. Whatever you decide, that is what we will do."
As we step outside the hot sun hits us immediately.
Salt winces slightly.
"And what about your other objections?" he asks. "You did not want to sleep with me because…" He makes a vague, messy gesture with his hands. "You know. Because we do not have that thing between us that maybe should be there… under ideal circumstances."
"That is true," I reply, "but sometimes in life there are things more important than forcing yourself to chase perfection.
And making sure you are not subjected to what is basically medical rape definitely falls into that category.
Protecting you will always be my priority as long as we are husbands. "
Salt turns his face away, as if he does not want me to see his expression, but I can literally sense his emotions spiking wildly, almost as strongly as if they were my own, which is weird.
"One thing I don’t get. Why would they use Drax on me? My hormones and symptoms are looking promising."
I raise my eyebrows, surprised he hasn’t connected the dots. "Salt… I think this is their way of applying pressure. They use Drax in two ways, and this one would be a punishment for resisting. You either do it or… you’re out."
"That’s sick."
"Yeah."
Salt presses his lips together tightly.
We slowly make our way back to Unit 71.
I have no idea what he is going to decide, so I simply wait for whatever conclusion he comes to.
Then Salt’s eyes lift toward the slopes, tracing the line of the fence visible in the distance, atop the elongated hill, with an almost longing expression.
I am almost certain Salt wants to escape the island as soon as possible.
At the same time, I can guess he must be stuck in a serious dilemma: to have sex with me or to run right away.
One fact stands out. Despite being twenty-two, Salt has never had any sexual experience. What does that say about him? Sex was never his priority; it might not be tempting enough for him to delay his plans.
Especially now, with a metaphorical gun pressed to his temple, why would he yield?
And I couldn’t blame him. He protected that part of himself for years, only to be forced to give up his v-card under what is basically blackmail?
The rest of the day passes in a strange atmosphere. Salt is withdrawn and lost in thought, while I stay glued to my laptop.
There are, however, moments when something clearly flares up in him: his eyes dart toward me, his cheeks flush, and a faint slick scent, mixed with a subtle candy note, drifts through the air.
But I can see he’s making an effort to control it, almost brutally restraining his aroused energy.
Is the heat storm inevitably gathering inside him?
In the afternoon, thankfully, there are couples yoga classes.
They take place in an open hall with no ‘u’ screens, so there is no risk of being forced into sex here.
Yoga in this place is mostly relaxation and stretching, especially positions focused on loosening the muscles of the pelvis, glutes, and thighs. Paradoxically, it helps me relax a little, even though my head is still a mess, and I think it helps Salt too.
I get praised several times by the instructor, who turns out to be, surprise, no surprise, Pip, for my flexibility.
He seems genuinely impressed when, asked directly, I admit that I can do both a side split and a front split.
A few times he comes closer and lightly touches me in places where he thinks I could stretch even further, which immediately earns him an openly hostile look from Salt, who practically stabs him with his eyes.
For me, at this stage, it’s pointless to even react; Pip is doing it on purpose, the program instructions! Clearly, it still irritates Salt.
After dinner, we head back home.
I am still not sure what decision Salt has made. He seems deeply absorbed in his thoughts.
Soon, he goes to the bathroom, but rather unexpectedly, he leaves the door open.
I hesitate, wondering if this is some kind of invitation or not. But I decide to walk over anyway.
I stop in the doorway and see Salt leaning against the edge of the bathtub, looking at me expectantly.
"Maybe we could try out the bathtub," he says in a slightly tense voice that is a mix of provocation and shyness.
I am not sure whether this is part of some bigger plan or not, but I nod.
Salt undresses, and then, glancing at me, he bends forward just enough for me to see what is tucked between his cheeks. I almost let out a gasp.
Salt is wearing a dildo, inserted deeply inside him!
"Oh wow, is that the expanding one?" I blurt out.
Salt sighs with a hint of bitterness. "Yeah. I’ve been wearing it all day, ever since the doctor’s visit."
Silence falls.
Salt turns toward me, and our eyes meet.
He’s standing naked in front of me now, and my gaze drops instinctively to his smooth chest, swollen nipples, the line of tattoos along his side, then to his shaved groin. His penis is half-hard.
"I think we should have sex, Eliano… if you agree," he says after taking a breath. "But first, I want to tell you my story, and I want you to tell me yours."
There is a strange gravity in his voice.