Bloodbone

Tyler and Amy had been married for five years. Tyler was 31, Amy two years his elder. Amy planned on having a large family with four siblings, she couldn’t imagine it any other way. After years of trying via tests, fertility medication, cleanses and diets; sex had become a chore, and still no baby. When Tyler realized he was the problem it took a devastating toll on the relationship. No amount of couples counselling sessions could give Amy what she wanted… children. Now that Amy was making herself comfortable in her 30’s, her geriatric phase was drawing depressingly near. She gave Tyler an ultimatum: their relationship could survive as long as he would grant her one child. Tyler considered adoption enthusiastically, but Amy wanted a natural child of her own flesh and blood. This was non-negotiable, but if Tyler was willing to compromise for her, she promised to make him the happiest man in the world.

Amy moved in with her father and Tyler was given a week to decide. He scoured the internet, searching desperately for a solution that would not involve another man fucking his wife. His searches pulled up results for artificial insemination, which were all out of Tyler’s price range. He had almost given up when he received a mysterious email.

He assumed the message from “Greenview Laboratory” was a scam. Allegedly, based on information farmed from his Google search history, Tyler was being considered for a new procedure that was in the final stages of development. Should he be interested in participating, he would be paid $20,000 for his troubles. He was provided contact information and an address to the lab. Skeptical, Tyler ran the idea past Amy. She researched the institution and believed it was legitimate. She read aloud a profile on Doctor Rice— the resident doctor who had discovered the procedure—and begged Tyler to book a consultation. Amy described the opportunity as their golden ticket. Tyler had to agree that the whole thing did feel oddly Willy Wonka.

A week later, the couple arrived at the state of the art facility for their appointed consultation with Dr. Rice. Tyler was blown away by the architecture. Greenview Laboratory looked to be more in line with Trump Tower than a hospital. Statues, suits of armor and story-tall scenic paintings lined the walls of the lavish lobby. Prior to the consultation they met Veronica, a “Wellness Liaison” who appeared to be an Instagram model with a nursing degree. She exposited about the facility’s history as she guided them through the lab. As the couple admired the glass walls, which allowed them to catch glimpses of live research, Veronica began to explain the procedure.

“Greenview Laboratory is proud to introduce the only artificial insemination procedure that is one hundred percent safe, natural and effective. Dr. Rice is in the final stages of testing before accepting referrals from medical practitioners around the world! In just a few months’ time, the Surgeon General himself will be in this very facility to observe a live procedure!”

Veronica spoke with an unbreakable smile and hypnotic cadence. She continued as they paused before a huge, sturdy looking set of opaque double doors.

“This is what we call the Auditorium, it’s where we will be viewing the Auditions”.

Veronica handed Amy a little black note book and a golf pencil, both emblazoned with Greenview Laboratory in gold lettering. Tyler peered over Amy’s shoulder as she curiously flipped through the pages. It looked like a score card, with number/letter combinations and check boxes filling the pages. Amy shot Tyler a puzzled look, and clapped the book shut. Veronica heaved the doors open and gestured for Amy to enter. She stopped Tyler with a finger as he brought up the rear.

“Ah, ah. Only women beyond this point.”

“Uh, Tyler can’t come in?” Amy asked, hesitating in the doorway.

“No, I’m afraid preliminary results indicate that males should not participate in this portion of the consultation.”

“I would just feel more comfortable with him in there I think,” Amy said.

“Believe me, if it were possible we would allow it, but it is our policy that males do not view the auditions. In the past it has led to negative outcomes. I assure you, this is best practice.”

Veronica flashed an empathetic smile. Amy continued to protest, but Tyler interrupted with a dismissive wave.

“Its fine honey, I can wait. How long will this portion of the consultation take?”

“Times vary, but I would estimate 20 minutes. There is comfortable seating down the hall to your left, if you would be so kind as to wait there. Someone will be along to assist you shortly.”

Veronica gracefully gestured through the open door as she ushered Amy into the room. Tyler blew a kiss to his wife, craning his neck to catch a peek inside the room. He saw a long, shadowy hallway illuminated by pulsing red glow, accompanied by distant thumping techno music and a musky smell. Tyler frowned, unable to identify the source of the illumination before the large doors closed, cutting off all sound. He counted to 30 in his head and tried the doors. Locked.

Tyler meandered to the waiting area, scrolling on his phone. He searched “Greenview Laboratory” in his browser. Photos of the building were easily identifiable. “Laboratory” was starting to sound too experimental for Tyler’s sensibilities. His feet were growing cold when a voice interrupted him from his research.

“Mr. Stanley?”

Tyler’s eyes shifted up from his phone and fell upon one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Dark curls framed her heart shaped face, her kind smile completely disarmed him. He blushed.

“I’m Harmony. Dr. Rice is ready for your consultation now,” she said.

“My wife is still in the um… auditorium place.”

“I understand, she will be joining us once she is finished up. Come along, we mustn’t keep the good doctor waiting.”

Tyler found himself swimming in Harmony’s deep blue eyes. When she smiled at his silence, he felt a tug turning his own grin. He awkwardly followed her down a hallway, admiring her gracious curves. Tyler and was lost in the hypnotic movement of her hips, rocking back and forth in time with her clicking heels. She stopped abruptly ahead of him. They had arrived at a brass plaque labelled Dr. Rice which was affixed to another set of oak double doors.

“Through here, please.”

Tyler was led into a luxurious looking office with wood panelled walls, a chaise lounge and a hulking bureau, behind which loomed a thin man of advanced age. He peered out a window, arms clasped behind his back.

“Dr. Rice, this is Tyler Stanley,” her voice was pure sex as she said Tyler’s name. “He is here for a consultation. His wife, Amy, is in the Auditorium. Veronica should be in shortly with her results.”

Turning to Tyler, the doctor nodded curtly, his dark moustache downturned in a permanent frown. He gestured for Tyler to sit down on the chaise lounge opposite the desk, examining him as though he were a specimen under a microscope.

“Would you mind pouring Mr. Stanley a drink?” Asked the Doctor.

Harmony poured from a large glass cooler set on one of the rich wooden sideboards along the office wall. Tyler found his gaze lingering on Harmony as she leaned over to pour the water, snow white flesh peeking between skirt and pantyhose. He drained the glass in a single swig, not realizing how thirsty he was.

“Mr. Stanley,” began the doctor. “I have one hundred percent confidence that you and your wife will be perfect candidates for this procedure. It has been effective in all cases, and studies over the last 2 years of observation have shown clinical perfection. The procedure is so simple that I cannot believe there was ever another way! It will take less than 30 minutes, and your wife will be with child within 24 hours. What say you?”

“It sounds amazing Doctor, but what does the procedure entail?”

Tyler’s question was interrupted as Harmony attended to a light knock on the door. After a moment the lovely assistant returned holding a familiar black book emblazoned with the lab’s name in gold. Harmony flipped through the pages as she moved to the sideboard and opened a panel below the water cooler to reveal a miniature refrigerator lined with vials.

“Think of a water gun,” continued the Doctor. “Such fun, but useless until filled with water.”

Tyler started as the cushion of the chaise lounge compressed beside him. He turned to meet Harmony’s deep blue eyes. She bit her lip and slid closer to Tyler. He felt her leg press against his as heat begin to rise up his collar. The doctor continued his monologue.

“The optics of this procedure make many of my colleagues… uncomfortable. We rely on positive client reviews to progress, so I assure you we are extremely motivated to make this as comfortable for you as possible.”

The room began to swirl, and Tyler felt pressure on his leg as Harmony’s manicured hand began to explore his lap. Tyler did not have the strength or will to protest as her nimble fingers unbuckled his belt.

“We need to examine your water gun, so to speak. I fear your tank is empty! Your wife has kindly selected a replenishment from the Auditorium.” The doctor’s voice faded as if in a distant dream. Tyler could hardly move, his eyes fell on the glass still clasped in his paralyzed hand.

Harmony slid to the floor and worked his pants down around his ankles. Their eyes met, and Tyler found his resistance slipping away as she gripped his growing member. She smiled and Tyler felt (most of) his body go limp

“The procedure is one hundred percent pain free!” The doctor’s voice warbled in the background. “However, you’ll want to look away, the visual can be shocking.”

Tyler was looking down Harmony’s shirt, his eyes only scratched the surface of what his imagination conjured as she stroked his shaft. She stood suddenly, adjusting her skirt. She sat beside Tyler, one hand guiding his cheek so their eyes were locked, the other hand on brushing her hair back off of her face, the other hand still working his hard shaft… the other….

Tyler withdrew from Harmony’s embrace and looked down to see the doctor kneeling on the ground before him, his brow furrowed in concentration; one hand held his stiff penis upright, the other slid a thick syringe deep into his urethra. Tyler’s penis bulged as the doctor compressed the plunger with steady pressure. The viscous white contents of the syringe rushed into the base of his penis and seemed to flood into his belly button in a strange phantom sensation. The sight of his bloated member reminded him of a bratwurst frying to the point of splitting on a pan of crackling grease. The doctor slowly extracted the syringe. It dragged against the puckered lips of Tyler’s urethra, leaving a thin bloody trail on the surgical steel. The removal of the syringe momentarily left a gaping pink maw before it slowly retracted closed like a clam. The doctor was correct about one thing, there was no pain.

Tyler felt like he had a water balloon between his legs. The doctor consoled him with a pat on the back and advised him the foreign semen could live in his penis for eight hours. Tyler coldly withdrew from the doctor’s touch.

“What am I supposed to do now, Doctor?”

“Make love to your wife, Tyler!”

Dr. Rice signed the release forms and advised Tyler he could pick up his $20,000 check from Veronica at the front desk. Tyler found Amy waiting for him outside Rice’s office. She looked flushed and struggled to mask her pleasure. Together they left the lab; Tyler winced with each step, Amy holding tightly onto his still numb hand.