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🕑 Added 2025-01-09 23:03:49 +0000 UTCChapter 21: Product Promotion
The tug of war competition ended quickly, with the mature male slave's team ultimately winning.
The ten slaves on the winning side, thinking they would soon be released from their burning desire, all had flushed faces and were very excited. The ten on the other side had twisted expressions, not knowing what punishment awaited them.
But they could only think these things to themselves. Soon staff came to clear the field and prepare for the next stage of competition.
The next event was shooting. Naturally, the organizers and club members wouldn't allow the sex slaves to hold real firearms.
All equipment like guns and targets were simulated electronically. The competing slaves had to use their erect, hard penises inserted into transparent gun barrels to act as triggers and firing pins.
Whenever the penis hit the bottom of the barrel with sufficient speed and force, the metal urethral sound inserted in the urethra would strike the prostate. This would activate a chip implanted in the body to connect to a power source around the prostate in the intestines, completing a circuit to generate current and fire a simulated bullet at the target.
Shooting accuracy depended on the angle the penis struck the barrel. Each slave had to fire 1000 shots in as short a time as possible. The final results would be comprehensively evaluated based on the time taken and shooting accuracy according to certain weightings.
Since it was a shooting competition, displaying the quality of the slaves' personal "guns" was also an important spectacle. The gun barrels used were standardized at 18 cm, meaning slaves whose erect penis length didn't meet the standard couldn't even qualify to compete.
The club members were well aware of these details. Before bringing slaves to compete, they had carefully selected them. Those who passed the test could all be called "gun kings".
Now fifteen slaves walked onto the field naked. Their first task wasn't to prepare equipment, but to display their perfect bodies, especially their already desperately hungry thick penises, to the dozens of small drones with cameras mounted above.
These fifteen slaves lined up in a row. Following instructions, they repeatedly squatted, kicked their legs, raised their arms, thrust their hips forward, and even reached out to constantly knead their full testicles.
The club members watched through the cameras as the slaves eagerly displayed themselves, naturally evaluating them.
When the camera turned to a slave with a 22 cm erect penis and testicles swollen black-red like small watermelons, all the members exclaimed in admiration. Such high-quality equipment was truly rare.
One member sighed: "With such goods, I wonder what an impressive sight it would be when he actually ejaculates. Ah, to be young. Unlike an old man like me, no matter how many good things I eat, I can't compare to these vigorous young men."
This person looked to be over fifty, with thinning hair and a somewhat dissipated appearance, as if drained by wine and women. But judging by the attitudes of the surrounding members, this person still held high status even in such an elite circle within the club. Even when he self-deprecatingly mentioned his lack of vigor, no one dared to show any particular reaction.
"Old Fan's suggestion is quite interesting," someone immediately continued, following the old man's train of thought. "Why don't we add another event to the closing ceremony of future sports meets - have these lowly slaves compete in ejaculation, seeing who can shoot the most and farthest. We all get to enjoy the show, and those lowly slaves can feel grateful. It's a win-win."
"I'm afraid that wouldn't be good," said a handsome young man. He was actually the club's nominal top manager. "If we let the slaves know they'll definitely be released from their desire even without competing, they'll lose their motivation to strive. Even if you establish punishment mechanisms when you return, it probably won't be as effective as the current uncertain reward system. If they don't put in effort, the excitement of the competition will likely suffer greatly, leaving everyone unsatisfied."
The young man's voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry a kind of bewitching charm. The person who had suggested the ejaculation competition kept nodding from start to finish.
After glancing around and seeing that quite a few people agreed with his view, he continued slowly: "Regarding the energy issue Old Fan mentioned earlier, you all occupy high positions and control wealth and power. You labor mentally and physically every day. Though the years have polished you like fine jade and pure gold, there has inevitably been some loss. However, I think this matter isn't too difficult to resolve."
The members who had been somewhat indifferent now all turned their gazes expectantly, waiting for an answer. After all, such an important matter of replenishing energy was far more crucial than indulging in momentary pleasure.
"You've all probably heard that scientists once extracted blood from healthy, strong young people, processed it, and injected it into elderly people's bodies. After continuous injections for a period of time, the elderly people's physical condition and immunity improved significantly."
The young man's words were like a demon's temptation, inciting everyone present. "As you know, our club has its own research institute and some expertise in drug development. We're currently testing a new drug that uses a similar method to extract effective components to increase energy for those with weak constitutions. According to current reports, the efficacy is quite high. If you're interested, you can contact me directly. Once clinical trials are complete and production begins, I'll notify you immediately according to the list and customize it based on your individual needs."
"But for now, let's set these matters aside and enjoy today's exciting sports program."
