Chapter 9

“Where is my daughter?” I asked the head of my security detail.

“She’s en route, ETA is 10 minutes, Mr. President.”

“Okay. When she gets here, take her upstairs. Quietly.” I emphasized the last word.

“Yes, sir,” was the reply, and then he was off, coordinating with others.

Using my cell phone, I had another call to make.

“Mary? It’s Jack again. I --” she interrupted me, “--yes, no, that’s fine, go ahead,” as she began to update me on Julie, my secretary. I listened as patiently as I could. She was quick about it. Julie was fine.

“Okay, thank you, Mary. Listen, I need you to come up to the residence and give me a boost.” I waited for the inevitable pause, and then the warning.

“I understand, Mary -- twice today already -- no -- my daughter will be here in just a few minutes, and -- no, I don’t want a surrogate sent up. Come upstairs NOW!” and I clicked off.

I wasn’t mad at Mary, just at myself for going off with my wife when I knew that my daughter was going to need me, and three times in such a short time was going to be a problem.

With the supplements, I was sure I could get it up again and could produce some white, but “some” white might not be enough white. That’s why I requested the booster shot. It was a new, albeit controversial drug that very quickly amped up sperm production in human males.

The downside is that it made the amped-up males, well, the side effects weren’t always pleasant. And, because of where the shot was administered, it was quite painful.

I arrived upstairs in the residence a few minutes before the Secret Service let Mary into the room. She looked every bit the doctor in her white cloak. She didn’t say anything, and I knew from the look that she disapproved, but I was the President.

She removed the hypo from her cloak and waited for me to drop my slacks, which I did. I dropped my boxers too. She handed me a padded stick, which I inserted into my mouth and bit down on, as she dropped to her knees in front of me, taking my balls, quite familiar balls, in her hands.

“I’m applying a quick-acting desensitizer, Mr. President, but, as you know, it isn’t the needle that typically hurts.”

I could hear some sympathy in her voice. She knew why I was doing this, that I didn’t want my daughter to have to blow some other surrogate male. I also felt her breath on my penis.

As she injected the drug into my sack, I bit down hard on the stick as the burning sensation took effect. It was terribly painful, and there was nothing Mary could do but watch me endure it and make sure I didn’t hurt myself as I yelled and staggered about.