Sperm. It was one of the most prized substances on the planet. With the almost guaranteed multiple lives it would bring with insemination in this world it also brought death to the man it came from.
One orgasm. One cum. One moment of absolute pleasure and joy before oblivion as your very life was carried away on a thick, creamy river of life, leaving the one you were with (if anyone) to call the Male Disposal Service to have your remains dealt with.
Nobody was sure why that it worked this way for humans and no other animals, but it did. What was now called The Joyous Dying had occurred suddenly one day a hundred years ago. All over the world boys and men who orgasmed that day wether through masturbation or sex died immediately after. The panic that overtook the world almost destroyed civilization but a group of women and surviving men realized what was going on and took control in the chaos. The world was remade to fit this new reality, but only after the deaths of a quarter of the world’s population.
The world now had a large surplus of men thanks to the changes made to biology, but it needed it to continue functioning as death could be just around the corner for any male of any status if they werent careful. It used to be that men were put into cock cages in a ceremony on the day of their first erection, but society had changed a few times since The Joyous Dying and men went uncaged more and more these days.
Luckily, along with the deadliness of orgasm there arose an increase in male stamina as well as a softening of the libido. Girlfriends and wives rode their men to glorious, wet, and safe orgasms now with only slight worry for their partners lives.
Male masturbation of a kind survived too, though other worlds would call it “edging”. It was this act which Janet Williams now came across her teen son Cody doing now in his bed, languidly dragging his heavy foreskin back and forth over his moist purple cock head as he lavished in the glow of pleasure.
“Cody Williams, what have I told you a thousand times just this year?!” she scolded him. She should have had him circumcised. Circumcisions saved lives.
“Eeep! Sorry, Mom!” he stammered, hurridly covering his tumescence with a pillow as he blushed.
“I haven’t lost a son yet! Don’t be the first!” she continued to scold,”You’re playing the deadliest game ever right now! You realize that?!”
He blushed deeper and nodded silently.
Every son’s mother and every brother’s sister had been brought up knowing that men were born to die seeding the next generation. If a girl had 3 brothers, she could expect to outlive 2 of them at least.
It wasn’t widely talked about since men didn’t like being seen as essentially disposable, but a majority of women now believed that letting even one drop of sperm go to waste was sinful. As a result, women increasingly prepared themselves to leap into action in the event a man went too far and began his first and final orgasm.
It was a cold and calculating mindset Janet had learned from her mother. If a cock began to spurt near you, you were duty bound to either harvest it or do what needed to be done to insure it was spurted into a receptive womb, even if it was your own. This was how Janet herself had been conceived after her mother had done a bit too good of a job during a teenage tryst after Prom. As her boyfriend (indeed, many men) falsely believed that clutching at and squeezing their cocks will stop their lives flowing out of it, Janet’s mother had been seen by him in his orgasmic haze as something of a murdering succubus as she pried his legs apart, his hands away from his cock, and rather matter-of-factly sunk herself onto him. There was a chance it was a false orgasm, a spasm of his cock and balls that had made him believe it was something it wasnt, but even if it had been that it turned real the moment her pussy engulfed him and he pumped her pregnant with multiple children before collapsing dead.
Her mother had been completely unapologetic about it. It was just how life was now. The risk of wasting precious sperm was worse than hoping the boy’s body hadnt betrayed him so young. She’d named one of Janet’s resulting brothers after him.
Janet would continue this survivalist philosophy. None of her boys had yet crossed that perilous line but if one did in her presence, she would collect his gift at all costs, even to the point of mounting them in their ecstatic mortal terror and milking them for every drop.
She wouldnt get that chance with Cody though, as she would find him with his precious pearls of life splattered and dried across his smooth belly a month later. Such a waste, but boys will be boys and there are millions of other tales to tell....