Chapter 2

“Thank you so much for your cum!” Jen said, a genuine smile on her face, as she licked seductively along her lips, taking any final drop of semen in. The doctor pressed the button on his stopwatch.

A moment later, Jen could feel how she regained control. Her expression soured in disgust, and she leaned away from the doctor. “EUGH! Was that necessary?” she said. The doctor pressed the button again.

“3.6 seconds of Return Time. That’s pretty average. You can go back to your seat,” the doctor said, walking to his computer and typing the stats on Jen’s file. “Apologies for the… suddenness. But the results are much more useful if the patient doesn’t expect this. Sorry, hospital policy.”

“Hospital policy is to make patients blow doctors? For fuck’s sake,” Jen said, angry. “This was supposed to be a ROUTINE checkup.”

“As you know, MOIS manifests in different ways in some women. And the more time is passing, more and more women are manifesting these quirks, even in those that had the standard reaction at the start. It’s important for you and us to know so we can better work in dealing with your… condition,” the doctor said while he finished typing. “Speaking of which, do you always thank partners for their ejaculations?”

BE GRATEFUL echoed in Jen’s subconscious. Unable to keep her mouth shut, she spoke, “Of course, I am honored to drink men’s cum.” FUCK, Jen thought. She could see a glimpse of interest reappear in the doctor’s eyes. The worst part is that it was not a lie. For Jen, receiving a guy’s load felt like receiving the Nobel prize. At the start of MOIS, the feeling was light. Like someone had passed her the salt at lunch. But it had been growing. The last couple weeks, she had cried of how surreal it felt to receive such an honor five times.

“I see… yet you didn’t look pleased for long after the Command faded out,” the doctor said, typing.

“It’s… complicated,” Jen said. She was so frustrated with this topic, having had to explain it countless times. “I hated sucking your dick. I hate sucking dicks. I hate dicks in general; I’m a lesbian.”

“Yet you enjoyed me ejaculating in your mouth?”

“Obviously? You came inside my mouth. That doesn’t mean I want to be near that thing again.” Nobody got it, but to Jen it was obvious. Her core being felt so… appreciated. Honored. Celebrated. Ever since that day half a year ago when one of the interns at her office commanded her and came in her mouth in the break room, just the thought of receiving a man’s cum made her melt. She still, obviously, felt utterly humiliated and disgusted at being forced into sucking a disgusting dick. The two thoughts coexisted in her mind. She tried to explain it to the doctor.

“Interesting… Most Thankers like you develop a full sense of enjoyment of the activity. It seems your coping mechanism hasn’t fully overridden your sexuality,” the doctor said.

Coping mechanisms had become the accepted term to refer to the large array of responses that women had when being asked to give a blowjob. Recent studies had speculated that they were defense mechanisms for the female psyche to accept why it HAS to suck a dick.

“Of course not, if anything I hate men more now,” Jen said. MOIS had been a wreck in the lesbian community. There were plenty of men that could overlook the lack of experience and skill lesbians had and looked forward to the extra humiliation they provided. And, sadly for Jen, the lack of experience was starting to me not as much of an issue anymore.

The doctor pulled a stack of different color-coded fliers from his desk and searched for the green one, showing it to Jen. At the top, it said MOIS AND YOU: GOOD PRACTICES. Below that, in larger letters, was THE THANKER.

This has to be a joke, Jen thought. A fucking flier, with AI-generated-looking generic art of women on their knees with smiles on their faces. All of this to advise women on how to deal with being cursed into being dicksucking machines. She read parts of the flyer.

Thankers are characterized by feeling a genuine need to thank the male partner when ejaculated into. The feeling manifests in slightly different ways. Common Thanker thoughts include statements such as: “It’s like getting a massive favor,” “I finally feel acknowledged,” “It’s like my birthday!” and “It’s the polite thing to do.” Unlike other mechanisms in which speech may not reflect the patient’s internal state, the sense of thankfulness is genuine in most cases.

Jen hated reading that last line, remembering the conversations she had with some of her friends about what they say when they are requested. Some of them had some more benign quirks, such as one of her college friends that apparently had the habit of praising the size of a man’s penis, no matter what it was. “I want to almost laugh sometimes. I’m struggling to even lick the tiniest thing ever, yet I keep going on and on about how it’s the biggest thing I have ever had. It’s surreal”. Others were more nightmarish, such as her cousin, who became a broken record saying, “I love sucking cock,” even when the dick was fully in her mouth. The way she said it, it was most definitely not a genuine statement.

Thankers can have a normal day-to-day life and are amongst the highest MOIS variants in the satisfactory index, showing enthusiasm at the prospect of being commanded.

“I guess this bit won’t apply to you,” the doctor said. “Some Thankers are living their best lives nowadays. A colleague of mine had a patient who no longer needs antidepressants.” He said it with a smile, as if it were a blessing.

Regular intercourse with the same partner can instill a sense of permanent indebtedness. A minority of such cases have developed into showing Devotee traits. In such cases, it is recommended to look for further medical advice.

“Is a Devotee what I think it is? Like Michelle Crane?” Michelle Crane was one of the biggest A-listers in Hollywood. Then, four months ago, she disappeared. Only recently had it come to light that one of his stalkers had broken the restraining order against him and had managed to turn Michelle into his fanatical cocksucker. In a recent interview, she said that “his dick is the only reason why I live.” It was a huge scandal at the time. Jen pitied Michelle’s two kids.

“The Crane case is certainly an example of one. Anyways, everything else looks ok. You could use some more potassium, so you should eat some bananas.”

Jen laughed. “Do you have any idea what would happen as soon as I’m seen near a banana? All the women I know are avoiding them like the plague.”

That evening, Jen took an Uber to Nick and Hannah’s house. It didn’t take long for the driver to ask for a blowjob, which was most definitely against Uber’s Terms of Service, but rarely enforced. Road safety be damned, blowjobs while driving was a common enough occurrence that speed limits had to be lowered across the board.

Once they reached her destination, Jen came out of the car quickly, wiping her face with a tissue. Ugh, every fucking time… she thought. Then a flash of guilt hit her. She remembered how the kind Uber driver came in her mouth. THANK HIMa voice in her head rang. She couldn’t do anything else. Opening Uber, she rated the driver five stars. Only then did she finally breathe normally again.

Jen got her bearings back and walked towards the door. Nick and Hannah were Jen’s old high school classmates. They had been together for a decade. Every few months, they hosted a get together with the rest of the friend group, an opportunity to catch up with the old gang and play some board games. With to the MOIS chaos of the last few months, it had been a while since Jen had seen any of them. She rang the doorbell.

“Oh my god, Jen!! So good to see you!!” Hannah said as she opened the door. “Quick, give me a hug! You’re the first to arrive!”

Hannah was always the friendliest person around. Jen gladly hugged her.

“It’s been so long! How are…” Jen started to say, but then she did a double take when she looked at her friend’s face. Under the hallway light, glistening streaks were visible. “Sorry… is that on your face?”

“Oh yeah, it’s Nick’s cum. Well, mostly. We got a plumber in the morning, and he got some in too,” Hannah said, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Jen looked at her, puzzled. “What? It beats having to gulp gallons of disgusting cum.”

“Why don’t you clean it up?” Jen asked.

In response, Hannah tensed. Her expression became serious. “THE CUM STAYS,” she said, firmly. Jen felt a bit threatened.

“Now now, Hannah, nobody is taking the chocolate away,” a male voice said from further down the hallway. Jen could see Nick. He had gained some weight since the last time she saw him. Hannah relaxed.

“I’m sorry Jen… it’s just… the cum has to stay, OK?” Hannah apologized. “Ok, I have to go check on the oven. Talk more later,” she said, leaving quickly towards the kitchen. It felt like an excuse to Jen, a bad one on that. She was left alone with Nick.

“She’s a Keeper. Capital K, Keeper,” Nick explained.

“What’s that? I have never heard of it.” Her curiosity was raised, and part of her wondered why ANYONE would refuse a man to cum in their mouth. Jen left her coat in the rack and went with him to the living room.

“It’s a rare one. Before all of this, Jen hated swallowing. I figure that that is still pretty much the case.”

But that’s the best part… Jen’s subconscious said. “So she only does facials?” she said out loud instead.

“I can finish wherever in her body I want. She will keep it there,” Nick sat on the couch, picking up an opened can of beer.

“Forever?” Jen asked. Surely it couldn’t be.

“Give me a blowjob,” Nick said, matter-of-factly, instead of answering.

“Oh… okay.” The whiplash was immediate. Jen barely had time to register the sudden change in topic. By the time she realized, she was already on her knees, unbuckling his pants.

“Dude. Your wife is literally in the next…” Jen couldn’t finish the sentence as she took him in her mouth. Jen remembered how Hannah had bragged about Nick’s size at her bachelorette party, and now she could see how it was not a lie. Considering the amount of dicks Jen had sucked the last few months, being surprised by someone’s size was a rare occurrence.

“God I’ve been fantasizing about this for a decade…” Nick said, in pleasure. Jen used her tongue to lick the shaft, then started bobbing up on down. “You are not half bad for a lesbian. Could be a bit better,” Nick put his hands on Jen’s hair and guided her through the motions.

To her dismay, Jen felt… offended by this. Something within her made her want to please better. After all, if she was a better cocksucker, she would get cum on her face sooner. So, she redoubled her efforts, giving the best blowjob she could.

“Oh yeah that’s much better,” Nick groaned. “What were we talking about? Oh yeah, Hannah. Well, whatever mojo is infecting you all still let’s her do regular showers. Fuck yeah… go faster almost there…”

“If I would take the shower without the cum, I can clean myself,” Hannah said. Jen took some air and looked to the side. Hannah was entering the living room with a tray of snacks. If her friend blowing her husband bothered her at all, it didn’t show. Jen went back to sucking. “Though even then, I try to keep most of it not touching the water. It just feels right,” Hannah added.

While continuing to bob her head up and down Nick’s penis, Jen flashbacked to the last time she had gone to one of these get-togethers. Nick and Hannah had been passive-aggressive to one another all night. Hannah was at her break point of having to do everything around the house. Clearly MOIS had done a number to the couple’s dynamic.

The bell rang as other guests arrived, and Jen heard Hannah go welcome them in. Nick grabbed Jen’s hair and thrust a handful of times into her, filling her mouth with cum. Finally, the wave of satisfaction and completeness hit Jen.

“Oh my god Nick… Thank you thank you thank you. This cum was wonderful!” Jen said. It had been a good one, and she could feel her eyes getting teary eyed. She kissed the tip of Nick’s penis, gently. “I am so grateful,” she said, guilt creeping in for having brought only a cheap bottle of wine. She made a mental note to Venmo Nick fifty bucks.

“Uh… you are welcome?” Nick said, clearly not expecting that to be Jen’s reaction.

3.6 seconds later (as Jen had learned at the doctor’s that morning), Jen came back to full control. “Eugh, Nick. I expected better of you. Poor Hannah,” she said, standing up to look for her purse, where she had mints in. And that was really it. That small chastisement was all she could muster against Nick. Mild disappointment. He came inside my mouth after all, he should get away with it, she thought. Deep down, Jen knew that what had just happened was disgusting and morally corrupt. But the NO CONSEQUENCES command was iron clad in every woman’s mind. Hannah clearly had felt it too, explaining the lack of reaction to Nick and Jen.

Nick, for his part, didn’t even reply to her. He heard some commotion in the hallway and headed that way.

“STOP! NO! IT HAS TO STAY!” Jen heard Hannah say.

“CUM IS YUMMY. CUM IS YUMMY. CUM IS YUMMY.” Another female voice said. It kept repeating that mantra, with a small gap of silence in between. It was Sarah, Jen recognized from the voice, although it felt bizarre to hear those words come out from a renowned engineer with a PHD in mechanics.

Curiosity won and Jen went to the hallway to see what was going on. The image she saw was surreal. Hannah was frozen against the wall. She seemed to only be able to move her neck, and not much at that, as she tried to dodge Sarah’s attacks. Sarah was holding Hannah firmly and was licking all over Hannah’s face. Nick was looking at the spectacle intensely, desire in his eyes. Brad, Sarah’s boyfriend of two years, was filming it on his phone. Jen had never liked Brad.

“Is this normal behavior?” Nick asked Brad, as if they were talking about dogs at the park.

“She has been jumping towards any hit of semen for the past couple weeks. The yummy thing started a couple days back. Why does your wife have cum on her face?” Brad replied.

“She prefers it that way. Doesn’t want it off. Guess your girl’s thing is winning again mine’s.”

Jen wanted to shout, “We are not your pets! We are not videogame characters with stats and abilities! You are supposed to love Hannah and Sarah!” Then, she remembered Nick’s cum, some of the aftertaste still in her mouth. She decided it would be rude to repay him by yelling, so she shut up.

“You wanna trade?” Nick asked Brad. Trading was a euphemism. There was nothing stopping someone from asking a girl for a blowjob, even if that girl had a boyfriend, but common etiquette between men out with girlfriends or wives had evolved into offering to exchange partners when possible.

“Sure. It’s been a while since I have done a facial, good change of pace.”

Hannah and Sarah, who were still intertwined, at once stopped. What they had heard had been enough. Each approached the other’s partner.

“Let’s move to the living room, shall we?” Nick said, taking Sarah by the hand. “Yummy…” Sarah said softly, salivating, looking intently at Nick’s crotch.

“Oh, Jen’s here. Didn’t see you,” Brad said, as he followed Nick with Hannah behind him. Jen moved to the side to let the two pairs enter the living room.

“She’s ok for a lesbian, if you wanna try. Just had her,” Nick said as he went back to the same sofa.

Jen and Brad looked at each other’s eyes. Brad then fully checked out Jen’s body, leering. Jen had little patience to play this game. “Let’s get this over with…”

Two hours later, things had mostly settled. The remaining guests had arrived, prompting a new wave of blowjobs, but eventually everyone had been satisfied. Well, everyone male. At least for a while. Hannah had prepared an amazing selection of dishes for everyone, going the extra mile. She had always been a good host, but Jen suspected something else was going on to make her so… perfect-y wife-y. Was it related to her Keeper condition?

It was the first big gathering Jen had attended since the world changed, and she could see how social norms had been molded for this new world. Jen discovered three things during that dinner.

First, MOIS coping mechanisms could interact in unexpected ways. Sarah had to be seated far away from Hannah, lest she go on another licking spree. The boys seemed to find this very amusing. From her part, part of Jen started to dislike Hannah for wasting all that precious cum on her face. Ungrateful bitch, she heard herself think at one point, before doing a double take and reassessing. No, you love Hannah. Hannah is a good friend. Stop letting cum dictate how you feel about people. Jen was struggling more and more with that.

Second, it was common for women to disappear under the table and pop up after a few minutes, continuing the conversation as if nothing was happening. At one point, Jen looked at Charlie, Nick’s best friend, and he arched an eyebrow at her. That’s all it took, apparently. She had been in the middle of explaining how she was about to get a promotion at work, but that did not matter. She excused herself and went under.

Third, Jen was starting to feel overwhelmed at the pressure of having to thank so many men in such quick succession. With every load she took, she felt less and less deserving of such honors. When Charlie came in her mouth, she sobbed. It was a mixture of joy and massive impostor syndrome. After thanking Charlie, she crawled back to her seat, crossing paths with another crawling girl (Charlie’s girlfriend, she couldn’t remember the name) in the tiny space under the table. Once back in her seat, she looked across the table. At all the men that had bestowed upon her the gift of their cum. Part of her, of course, knew that this was all wrong. She had been forced to suck off all of these men. They had treated her like a sex toy. There was no honor in them. That part of her was getting silenced. She had so many thanks to give. She couldn’t stand it anymore. NO! Stop this, these men are pigs. You owe them shit, she thought, firmly. But… they came in your mouth, her subconscious said, melting her firmness. She stood up, clinking on her cup of wine with a fork.

“Sorry to interrupt, I just… I just have to do this,” Jen said. All eyes were on her. Her sane part still wanted to fight the humiliation and degradation that was coming, but it could only redirect a fraction of the thankfulness. “I want to thank Hannah and Nick for being amazing hosts. I missed these get-togethers so much.” Even though Hannah should be shamed for making people cum on her face, she mentally added.

“Hear, hear!” Brad said. He was drunker than most. Jen was fairly sure that it was toward him that Charlie’s girlfriend had been crawling.

“And I want to thank… ALL of you for cum… I mean, for coming,” Jen said aloud, grimacing at herself. In truth, she didn’t give a rat’s ass about thanking the women at this table. “We’ve been friends for so long, and even if the world is going… how it’s going, it’s so nice to see that our friendship can stay strong.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the compulsion she couldn’t stop.

“Oh yeah, whole new level,” Brad interrupted.

“And…” Here it comes, Jen thought. She had tried to redirect the speech, but a force within her moved her to do this. “From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank all of the men here for cumming in my mouth. I don’t deserve it, and I don’t know how to repay you. If there is anything I can do, tell me. I am so thankful.”

There was silence for an instant in the room. Even Jen was a bit shocked by how far her speech had gone. Hannah looked at her worried. Sarah cocked her head. Charlie’s girlfriend crawled out of the table. But the men all had the same lustful expression on their face, all thinking the same thing, but not daring to act. Except Brad.

“So… can I fuck you?” he asked.

The No Consequences blocker was very specific for oral sex requests. However, this was no such thing. This was a chance. A chance for half a dozen women to pour all of their anger and resentment that had built up for months. An echo of their stolen life. An opportunity to put a man in his place. Pandemonium was raised.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Hannah screamed, standing up. The effect was diminished by the cum all over her face.

“YOU RAPIST PIG!” Sarah stood up and SLAPPED her boyfriend. This was extremely rare to see nowadays.

“I AM CALLING THE POLICE!”

“FUCKING MONSTER, KILL YOURSELF!”

“YOU SHOULD GET YOUR DICK CHOPPED OFF!”

More screams and insults were thrown. All the women stood up, some throwing stuff at Brad. Someone threw a glass that actually hit his front, opening a wound.

It took the men a second to react, but that throw was a bridge too far, and prompted them into action. Within seconds, all the angry women had sunk to their knees, losing all their anger, giving dedicated blowjobs.

“Jesus Christ,” Brad said, pressing a tissue on the wound. “I am going to need stitches.” If he was truly worried about going to the hospital quickly, he didn’t show it, as Sarah was all over his “yummy” cock.

“The PSAs didn’t lie. This was insane. I am pretty sure Hannah was about to pick up a knife,” Nick said. Hannah, instead, was playing with his balls. “Never go beyond blowjobs, or you will regret it. You should probably leave; they are going to keep being angry once they are back.”

“These bitches… I should make all of them blow me.” While tempting for many men, asking more than three women at once was dangerous, and not as hot as it sounded. Brad looked down at her girlfriend and started to thrust into her. “And this bitch? She is gonna leave me. She was waiting for something like this.”

The guys decided that Charlie would drive Brad to the hospital. They cancelled their blowjobs from their girlfriends (which is something that rarely happened), leaving Sarah asking, “no yummy cock?”. A few seconds later, her common sense returned. She stood up, calmer, wiping her face.

“We are done, Brad. I can’t be with someone that would openly request another girl to have sex in front of me.” Of course, it was only about the sex. No woman could punish a man for anything related to oral sex, after all. She waited for a moment. She was testing to see if she would get any sort of mental pushback, but she didn’t. “Oh my god… finally… I am free…” Tears of joy appeared in her face. It lasted two seconds before another guest requested Sarah to blow him.

“Whatever. Having a girlfriend is more trouble than it’s worth now anyways. Let’s go,” Brad said. He and Charlie left the dining room, heading to Charlie’s car.

Jen had been frozen in place for the whole debacle. So… can I fuck you? was echoing in her head. She… she needed to thank Brad. She owed it to him, and to all of the men here. But the thought of having sex with a man (Brad specially) disgusted her. But… NO NO NO! Get a fucking grip. You should be yelling at him too! her mind said. But she felt so indebted. I am NOT fucking him. But he came in her mouth. I am better than this. I HAVE TO RESIST. And for a few seconds, she did. She truly did. She could Venmo Brad a few bucks. Send him some nudes. A foot massage. Yes, all of that. But I am not fucking him. Then, it fell apart. She looked at the small drop of blood on the table. She looked at Sarah, who had just broken up with Brad. That was her fault. He had bestowed her the honor of cumming in her mouth, and she had repaid him with a hospital visit and led to her losing his girlfriend. HOW. COULD. YOU., echoed in her head.

“Yes.” She said, quietly. No one seemed to hear her, all the men discussing what to do now while enjoying blowjobs. “I SAID YES!” she yelled. “Brad can fuck me.” All the eyes in the room turned at her. All the men that had given the gift of their cum to her. They deserved it too. “All of you can. But later. Brad has priority.” And with that, she ran towards the two men that had just left, unbuttoning her blouse. The small voice in her head telling her to stop was mostly inaudible.

A month later, a new section was added to the MOIS AND YOU: GOOD PRACTICES pamphlet on Thankers.

It is recommended to avoid intercourse with several partners in short periods of time, especially for those Thankers with low self-esteem. Each partner can have a compounding effect, leading to a bigger sense of indebtedness and worthlessness after every act. In such cases, women are compelled to act beyond their actual will to “repay” these men.