Cum Farm, part 3
by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com
For the next two weeks things went smoothly at Mr. Stevens' farm. The seven boys he'd hired for the summer to supply him with cum were doing fine, producing huge amounts of rich teenage cum six times a day, seven days a week. And, thanks to a change in the feed, their production had gone up six percent since they first arrived.
One day Stevens was looking over the production data and noticed a problem: the quantity of cum the boys produced at night was dropping slightly. At night they were hooked up to mechanical milking devices--plastic vacuum pumps that masturbated them in their sleep. These worked by having a lubricated rubber ring inside the pump slide up and down their cocks in coordination with the sucking action of the vacuum, after which the full load of cum was sucked through a tube at the end and into a central storage system. The boys on the farm team had no waking memories of the milking, only vague recollections of highly erotic dreams in which their girlfriends, prom queens, or slutty girls they knew at college were expertly sucking them off.
Stevens thought about it then realized what the problem was: with repeated bi nightly milkings, their bodies had grown habituated to the vacuum-sucking and were now less readily excited by it, making their orgasms less intense and the quantity of ejaculate smaller. It didn't take him long to figure out a solution.
That evening after ten, the boys were lying back on their cots, relaxing and settling in after having been milked by Joey. He was just finishing up and packing up their samples, when instead of leaving Mr. Stevens produced another large box with wires hanging over the edge.
"I'm afraid you boys have begun to underproduce at night. No, don't worry, it's not your fault--it's just that you've become to accustomed to the sensation of the vacuum pumps." As he spoke, the boys began to fit themselves with the pumps. They were responsible for fitting them at night and removing them in the morning. Stevens looked on with pleasure as he watched the seven teen studs stuff their thick cocks into the clear plastic tubes, then close the rubber seal at the base just at their groins to ensure a perfect seal when the machine started up.
"I've been watching you fellows over the past fortnight to understand what helps you to produce more, and I've come up with a simple, cheap solution." He wheeled the trolley down to the first cock where Tyler lay, his cock neatly encased in the vacuum tube and the thin cotton sheet that was their only bedding half-covering his muscular body. Stevens reached into the box and pulled a long black tube with wires at one end.
"Now, I know none of you boys is really into any of that queer shit, and as soon as your work here is done you'll be back doggy-fucking Mary Jane and Becky Sue in the back seats of your Mustangs. But I also know you boys have come to appreciate variety." He gestured impatiently to Tyler for him to raise his legs. The 20 year-old stud raised them high and gripped the backs of his thighs open, exposing his asshole. "From now on, every night you'll also be fitted with one of these stimulant attachments, and that should solve our production dilemma." He passed the device to Joey. It was made of smooth, shiny black vinyl, with a slightly bulbous head like a dildo. But it was also a little thinner than a dildo, so as not to stretch the boys too much--yet.
Joey lubed the device up well and worked it up Tyler's ass. The 20 year-old twitched a bit as he was unused to being penetrated more than the length of a finger, but it went in easily and he soon found it unobtrusive. Then Joey took the wire dangling from the other end and plugged it into a wire connection suspended from the ceiling. Eventually all seven boys on the team had been fitted with the devices, and the increased number of wires and tubes dangling from the ceiling over their beds made the room look more like the dairy barn it had once been.
When they were finished installing the devices up the boys' asses, Stevens and Joey packed up and left without further ado. "Sweet dreams, boys," was all the boss said as he shut off the lights and closed the door. Soon the seven members of the cum farm team were fast asleep and snoring loudly.
Stevens stayed up late that night, watching the business news and sipping a glass of whiskey. At a quarter to two he turned off the TV and crossed the small field separating his residence on the compound from the barn where the boys were kept. He re-entered their room quietly, finding his way with a flashlight. He pulled up a chair in the middle of the seven partitioned stalls and waited.
As the clock on the wall struck two, the machines went into action. First, with a lot of quiet whirring and clicking, the vacuum pumps started up, subjecting the teens' thick cocks to a gentle in-and-out sucking action. The sucking forced the lubricated rubber rings inside the pumps to glide up and down their dicks, helping them get hard faster. The boys twitched and rustled a bit in their sleep as they began to dream about having their cocks sucked.
A low buzzing sound came next: it was the vibrators Stevens had planted up their asses. At once the boys twitched and shifted in their cots as the deep-penetrating rods buzzed and tickled their anal rings and rectums. It was a success, for at once the boys got so hard so quickly that their vacuum pumps jumped between their legs. They began to moan quietly as their breathing increased. Some of them reached down to their groins and dreamily clutched their heavy balls while they machines sucked and reamed them, and a few of them began muttering the names of girls they knew back in the city.
Stevens walked down the row of partitioned, elevated cots, inspecting his prized livestock with the flashlight. The pumps made their already generous cocks even huger, almost obscenely, frighteningly large. Their muscular chests rose and fell as they breathed hard in their arousal, and they were all unconsciously cupping and caressing their big balls.
The program that ran the night-time milking machines increased the speed of the pumps and the vibration frequencies of the dildos. The rubber rings ran quickly and tightly up and down their cocks, programmed to imitate the same firm, quick strokes that the boys had practiced back home in their beds and showers. Their chests rose and fell more rapidly, taking in the large amounts of oxygen they needed to work their big cocks and produce their valuable juice.
And then the boys began to cum. Almost simultaneously, they began to thrash in their cots and buck their hips as the warm, translucent cream jetted copiously from their fat teen dicks. The vacuum machine at once sensed the change and activated the sucking device that extracted every drop, and Stevens watched with pride as all the thick cream ran up the clear tubes, across the ceiling from which the metal rails suspended the tubes, then through the wall and into the central collection tanks in the next room. When it was over, the vacuum pumps and vibrators slowed gently, then stopped, and the milking program shut down. He looked at his watch: it was seven minutes after two. The boys, some of them still cupping their balls, settled back into deep sleep and loud snores.
Stevens went into the collection room beside the stalls and checked the intake: wonderful. Not only had the anal stimulus managed to raise the boys' cum production, but it had increased it by eight percent. He would buy that winter home in Belize yet.
Everything was going swimmingly at the cum farm by the third week. The boys were healthy, well-fed and producing more generously than ever, and Mr. Stevens was converting their cum into tank after tank of high-end, super-productive fertilizer. The ejaculate from only one boy's evening collection could produce four four-liter tanks, and with the conversion process being so cheap and the demand so good it meant he was pocketing as profit over $125 per orgasm, or more than $35,000 a week. He began to concern himself more with how to spend it in the future, until trouble began.
The boys were normally well supervised during the day, especially during milking time. In fact, it was hardly surprising that Mr. Stevens and Joey enjoyed watching them; it seemed you could never grow tired of watching seven smooth, muscular young guys with big cocks getting off, six times a day, seven days a week. He especially enjoyed watching them through the security cameras during their regular two p.m. freestyle masturbation, when the boys generally got into such frenetic group action that Mr. Stevens had to supervise in order to make sure that the overworked young studs managed to catch their cum in the beakers he provided.
But the night collections were different. Stevens had full confidence in the automated machinery, and he was satisfied to check the morning take rather than interrupt his sleep for the two and six a.m. milkings.
One night this became a problem. Chad, who usually slept through the night like all the boys, woke up one night around one-thirty. He sat up for a minute, listening to the sound of his teammates snoring in their cots, then took his sheet off. At the initial interview they'd asked if he was a sound, deep sleeper, and he'd said yes. That wasn't really true, since he really slept quite lightly and could awaken at the slightest noise. He'd also lied to Mr. Stevens when he'd been asked if he'd ever had anything up his ass, but since Stevens had refused to stamp his ass with the red cherry it was clear he couldn't always be fooled.
Carefully Chad removed the vacuum pump from his dick, then withdrew the slim black vibrator from his ass. The sensation of the bulbous head passing through and stretching his anus gave him a chubby, and he withdrew the device with deliberate slowness to enjoy it. He got out of bed and walked down to the last cot, where Curt was kept.
Over the past three weeks, ever since that afternoon when he'd forced Curt to his knees to suck his big cock, Chad had developed a thing for young, baby-faced Curt. He could read submissiveness in his eyes and movements whenever he was around him, and he always tried to nab him first for the two o'clock freestyle so he could fuck his hot mouth or finger his extra-smooth ass. He loved the sight of that sweet, tender pink hole nestled between those muscular cheeks, and the way it flexed and contracted when the blond teen shot his hot wad.
Chad reached over and slowly removed Curt's bedsheet. The room was kept warm so it didn't disturb the sleeper. He stood back to admire the hot, smooth-bodied teen sleeping innocently in his cot, his lower regions wired up to the anal vibrator and the pump tubing. Chad reached over and gently caressed one of the boy's nipples until it hardened beneath his fingers. Curt groaned in his sleep and reached up to touch it too. Chad then pinched and tickled the other nipple until it was just stiff, and Curt moaned the name of his girlfriend. His cock began to swell in its plastic housing.
When Chad saw that he knew he needed a taste of it. He carefully removed the vacuum pump from Curt's cock, which flopped semi-rigidly out of the tube. Because the cots were all four feet off the ground, the teen's cock was level with Chad's belly. He gripped it by the base and stroked it to full hardness, loving the moans and sighs that Curt made. Then he leaned forward and placed the bulbous mushroom head in his mouth, and began to suck.
Chad loved the cock. It tasted fresh, solid, and warm. He whirled his tongue around the thick shaft as he began to suck harder, bobbing up and down the large tube of teen meat like an expert. He nibbled on the spongy head and caressed the boy's heavy balls, listening to him sigh and moan in his deep sleep.
Suddenly the whirring and clicking sounds of the milking program started: it was two o'clock, and all the boys began to rustle in their beds as the vacuum mechanism masturbated them. A few seconds later the low buzzing of the vibrators kicked in. Chad, who had never observed the process, was fascinated for a bit by the sight of the other five young studs being made erect and horny by the machines. The unusual sight, and the taste of Curt's big cock in his mouth, got his own prick fully erect and jutting forward.
The vibrator fascinated him, and he saw the opportunity to control Curt's pleasure even more. He grasped the device by its base and began to slowly pump it back and forth up the boy's ass, timing it to the rhythm of his blowjob. Curt's moans grew louder, as the increased roughness of the action slowly roused him from sleep. Chad sucked harder and faster, thrusting the vibrator in and out as the boy's breathing grew deeper and more ragged.
Suddenly Curt's cock twitched in Chad's mouth and his balls jumped in his hand. Chad awoke suddenly to find himself cumming hard.
"Hunh...oooh....what's hap--....oooooh!" he sighed, and spurted several large dollops of hot, salty cum into Chad's sucking mouth. He swallowed every single one, squeezing Curt's balls to ensure every drop came out. Then, just when Curt thought he had cum his last, Chad slowly pulled out the vibrator, giving one last twirl of his tongue around the boy's shaft as the bulbous head stretched through the tight anal ring. Curt spasmed violently in his cot and shot two very final wads into Chad's mouth, then lay back gasping for air.
"Hey man, who's there, who--" stammered Curt as he came around. Chad realized suddenly that Curt's noises had been concealed in part by the slight noise the other team members and their machines had been making, but they had all just cum as well and were now silent. He threw himself forward onto the cot, landing right on top of Curt. He clamped his left hand over the young stud's mouth, then, when Curt raised his hand in self-defense, grabbed him by the wrist with his other hand and pinned him down.
Curt was helpless and confused, unable to speak and panting nervously through his nose, his fighting arm pinned solidly down by Chad's impressive strength. The dominant boy was right on top of him, his hard shaft pressing into his muscled abdomen, and both their bodies slick with sweat.
"Now listen here, bitch," hissed Chad into Curt's ear. "I've had my eyes on your little boypussy since day one. I trained you to suck cock and how to take a finger up your ass, and now it's time for the next lesson." Curt thrashed in panic, trying to throw Chad off. But despite his slightly smaller stature, he had a far more solid build and a solid lock on Curt. Chad's cock was rock hard and leaking an almost continuous stream of pre-cum, since he was so aroused at the thought of taking Curt's tight cherry.
Chad slipped his legs in between Curt's, then slowly forced them apart. For a moment they both strained, their muscular legs rippling and pulsing as Curt struggled to keep his legs together, but it was no use as he was generally weaker, and also exhausted from just having cum. When he had forced the boy's thighs well apart, Chad slid slowly down the boy's pre-cum lubricated belly, until his raging hardon popped down between his groin. Chad shifted until he felt his cockhead between the 18 year-old's smooth asscheeks, right up against his anal ring. Curt's eyes widened with worry and pleasure as the dripping shaft nestled against his asshole. They lay like that for a moment, until slowly Curt relaxed and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of the pulsing mushroom head at his back door. But Chad never relaxed his grip over Curt's mouth.
Then suddenly Chad began to push upward. His cockhead popped into Curt's cherry ass, and he screamed. Chad had his hand clamped so tightly over Curt's mouth, that it sounded like nothing more than a deep sigh, and he kept on pushing. Curt thrashed and shook as the huge, thick shaft drove mercilessly up his tight anus. He squeezed hard, trying to expel it, but that only made matters worse, since the increased tightness excited Chad and made him even more determined to fully bust the young stud's cherry. Unable to regain control, Curt raised his legs high in the air to reduce his discomfort.
When Chad was all the way in, he began to fuck Curt hard. He had to be careful to make as little noise as possible as he pumped in and out of the exquisitely close fitting rectum. The only sounds in the room were the other boys snoring, the slight creaking of the overweighted cot, and the strained panting and grunting of both boys. Chad was pumping his pussyboy hard, enjoying the thrill of taking him by surprise. Eventually Curt's asshole relaxed and he began to enjoy it more, and his cock slowly returned to stiffness. When he felt Curt get hard, Chad spoke again to him in a harsh whisper.
"All right, you fuckin' bitch--unh--I know you fuckin' love it--unh--you love daddy's tool up your back door--huunh--now daddy's gonna give it to ya!" he hissed. He released Curt's mouth and wrist from his powerful grip, then stood up at the end of the cot, his cock still buried deep inside his boytoy. He grasped Curt by the hips and began to slam hard in and out of his ass, his sweaty balls slapping noisily against his cheeks. Curt reached down and began to jerk himself off, panting hard as he endured his teammate's brutal assfuck.
Chad lunged forward one last time and tightened his grip on Curt's hips. At once cum pulsed violently from his twitching balls and deep into Curt's bowels, causing Chad to gasp and groan quietly as he emptied his load. The throbbing in his ass brought Curt off. He squeezed his big balls with his other hand and sprayed a second load all over his smooth belly. For a few seconds there was nothing but the extraordinary image of two young studs, their muscles rippling and glistening with sweat, joined at the midsection as they lost themselves in orgasm. Then at last they relaxed and Chad pulled out of the sweet 18 year-old ass.
"Just remember, not a word," said Chad menacingly to Curt before heading back to his stall. Curt fumbled nervously with some tissues as he wiped his belly, then quickly reinstalled his vacuum pump. Then he slowly re-inserted the vibrator up his ass. He was surprised as he did that at how different it felt: comforting, somehow. He lay there for a while, unable to sleep as he attempted to figure out what to make of what he'd done. But by the time the machines began to whir and click again with the six o'clock milking program, he was lost again in deep sleep.
That, as Chad had intended, was just the beginning of a whole sequence of illicit and very forbidden encounters that he initiated with Curt. Despite the rigid rules against wasting cum and engaging in unauthorized sex, he now regularly made use of the boy's deliciously tight ass for his own, cum-wasting pleasure. This went on for over a week, and quickly accelerated to meet the true pace of Chad's rapacious sexual tastes and urges. He regularly took Curt once at night, and during the day he took pleasure in finding a variety of ways to enjoy the young blond's smooth and submissive body. Though they always made it back in time for the regular daytime milkings and produced enough, they also wasted huge amounts of the precious cream too, onto the floor, down the shower drains, onto their bellies, up Curt's ass, or down each other's throats.
In the shower room, while the other team members were playing video games, Chad took the belt from a bathrobe and tied Curt's wrists together, then tied the other end to one of the high shower heads. Forced to stand on tiptoe, Curt hung awkwardly against the wall while Chad fingered his ass, jerked him off into the shower drain, or fucked him--always very hard. He liked to jerk Curt off as he fucked him, to make his anus pulse with orgasm around his cock just as he came too.
In the machine shop, he made Curt lie face-up on the floor and tied his ankles and wrists to opposite poles. Then he squatted over the squirming boy's face and forced him to eat his muscled ass, punishing him with hard pinches of his tits if he failed to lick his master's anus as he asked. Whenever he did this, Chad sat facing forward to Curt's feet, and the intensity of the forced rimming caused Chad's cock to leak an almost continuous drool of pre-cum onto Curt's chest, so copious it would start to pool on the floor before he came.
There were many other innovations: an enema set made from kitchen implements, a dowel from the shed that he carved into a double-headed dildo, the discovery of where the lube supply was kept. But those were time-consuming projects. All Chad really needed to carry on his forbidden affair was the odd bit of rope, and at least ten minutes of privacy here and there. He introduced Curt to a number of intense pleasures, and in his capacity for sexual invention Chad, always a vain young man, thought he rivaled Mr. Stevens. How wrong he was.
One day just after lunch, Mr. Stevens interrupted the team while they were relaxing in the lounge. He said he just needed their help for a moment: some heavy lifting to do and a surprise in appreciation of their tremendous productivity. He asked them to come in the nude as well, so they all casually slipped out of their uniforms of pale blue t-shirts and light grey nylon shorts. He and Joey led them to a small building near the dairy barn where they were kept, and when they entered found themselves in a large, brightly lit warehouse full of boxes, with ropes hanging from the ceiling. Stevens reached into a bag he'd brought with him and produced two odd-looking large black sheets.
"Today I would like to honor a couple of your teammates who have made exceptional leaps in productivity," he said. "Chad, Curt, please step forward." They stepped before him, Chad smiling smugly to himself in the belief that he had really deceived Mr. Stevens. "Boys, your productivity of late has been astonishing." Stevens clapped both of them on the shoulders and said there was another treat, a big cake, and if they would just maybe lie down on these blankets and close their eyes, he'd have their teammates wheel it in.
Chad and Curt, still tickled at the thought of winning a prize, lay down on the floor, eyes shut. They heard Mr. Stevens and Joey whispering to Tyler, Rick, Andy, Brian, and Will, and there was some snickering and laughing, then Chad thought he felt something touch his ankles.
"Ready, set...SURPRISE!" yelled Stevens. Chad and Curt opened their eyes then suddenly felt themselves jerk violently upward. The shock was so sudden that Chad was disoriented for several seconds by the movement, and also by the sudden pain in his ankles.
When he came around he realized that he was suspended face-up in mid-air, about three feet off the ground. Four ropes had been looped through the four corners of the "blanket" and were now hanging him as if in a strange hammock. Two knotted leather straps had been slipped around each of his ankles and had tightened sharply when they'd jerked upward; these were bound high up to the ropes on either side, forcing his legs up and apart. He began to struggle, seeing Curt do the same in the corner of his eye, until someone grabbed his wrists from behind and a another heavy leather strap bound them together. The strap was then attached to one of the ropes over his head.
Curt and Chad looked on in horror as the remaining five boys, Mr. Stevens and Joey stood back and laughed. They were strung up helplessly in the two leather harnesses, their legs forced apart and high up, their muscular arms tightly bound together at the wrists and raised high up, just behind their heads. They struggled in vain at the thick leather straps.
From where Stevens stood it was a fine sight indeed. Two smooth, muscled young dudes bound in utter helplessness in mid-air, their asses fully exposed, begging for mercy. Stevens reached into his bag and pulled out a wooden paddle, then approached Chad and turned to the other boys.
"Now you're going to see what happens to thieves!" he thundered. "These two little snots have been stealing regularly from me for more than a week, and I am not going to tolerate it for one more minute!" And with that he delivered four sharp, stinging swats on Chad's ass with the paddle. Chad howled in pain as the varnished pine made contact with his cheeks, and in mere seconds his butt was a flaming red. Stevens did likewise to Curt, who wailed and cried with each swat. They stopped struggling, their round, red asses swaying back and forth in the air.
"You two little bastards have stolen a lot of product from me over the past ten days, and now you're gonna pay for it!" Curt's thoughts raced back in a panicked review of his illicit episodes with Chad, and he thought regretfully of all the cum he'd sprayed down the shower drain or wiped away with a tissue.
"B-but Mr. Stevens, it wasn't me," he said fearfully, trying to explain himself. "It was Chad who made me do it, he--OOOOOOW"! Stevens' reply to the appeal was another brutal stroke of the paddle on the boy's already tender ass.
"Shut up!" bellowed Stevens. "Both of you are equally responsible, I don't care who started what. All I care about is seeing you two whores made very sorry, and getting back all the cum you've stolen from me!" He dropped the paddle to the floor with a loud clatter. "I've got every damn moment on videotape from the security cameras," he said more calmly. "Now, I've calculated just how much cum you little bitches stole from me, and you're going to pay it back today--every single drop. And in the spirit of teamwork, everyone's going to pitch in."
He instructed the other five guys, whose cocks were now all rock hard and swollen at the sight of Chad and Curt's red asses and exposed assholes, that they were to personally extract ten samples from each boy to make up what they had wasted together. More severely, they were to provide this in addition to being subjected to their daily milking quota.
At the first the other boys were focused solely on the supposed impossibility of the task, but Stevens had anticipated this. He appealed to their self-interest by saying that, in order to make extraction easier, and as a reward to them for their honesty, they would each be allowed an additional two orgasms in the process--so long as they collected it as well.
That did the trick. At once their faces registered crude animal lust. Tyler and Rick, standing at the front, started shafting their big eight-inch cocks in their hands, until they were dripping pre-cum onto the concrete floor. The other three followed suit, cupping their balls and toying with their nipples as they waited for the signal to start. Stevens produced some condoms and beakers for them to collect their product in, several tubes of lube, and a couple of large, ridged dildos.
"Now, go to it, boys," he said gleefully. "Don't spare their thieving asses or their lying mouths. Just get me back what's mine!" Armed only with their hard, hormone-fired bodies and a couple of dildos, the remaining five young studs went after Chad and Curt with a lustful vengeance. The two captives thrashed in their leather harnesses, trying to loosen their straps, but it was pointless. They were at the mercy of their teammates's limitless sexual energy.
Tyler, who had never really liked Chad that much, kneeled before his swaying harness and, with his hands firmly on Chad's ass, glued his lips to the 20 year-old's asscrack and began to suck and lick his anus. Rick found a small stool and stood at the other end, his powerful thighs gripping Chad's head as he forced the delinquent stud's face between his butt to tongue his ass as well. He still struggled in his bonds, unused to submission, but his cock swelled too as he savored the expert tongueing he was getting between his muscular, leather-bound legs.
Curt was getting it too from the other three, but was more accustomed to being the bottom and had submitted to the restraint of the leather harness. Andy had turned the boy's head to the sign and was slowly feeding him his thick, veiny shaft, and experienced with amazement the kind of succulent cocksucking that Chad had secretly enjoyed for over a week. Meanwhile Will had greased up a ridged dildo and was slowly pushing it up Curt's ass, keeping a steady grip on the bound teammate's smooth thighs to keep him from wiggling away from it. Brian stood beside Curt, fisting his own cock with one hand while with the other he shafted Curt's with an agonizing, unbearable slowness. The smell of seven sweaty cocks dripping pre-cum filled the room.
Tyler fitted one of the large condoms over Chad's cock and began to milk him as he continued tongueing his ass. Chad groaned from between Rick's asscheeks, and in a minute he spasmed in his harness, filling the condom with hot cum. Stevens came over and removed it carefully, then leaned over and sucked the thick, flaccid meat clean, leaving it ready for more.
Andy was pumping faster in and out of Curt's sweet mouth. Suddenly he withdrew, groaning and gripping his cock, and ran for a beaker. He picked one up just in time to blow his load into it, then passed it to Stevens and went back for more. Next it was Brian's turn, beating off into a condom as he continue to torture Curt with a slow, well-lubed cock-stroking. He filled the extra-large reservoir with his cream, then removed and fitted it over Curt's cock. He increased his shafting to a violent speed, and instantly Curt buckled in his harness and gave up his load, filling the rubber with a double load.
But it was Will who took the prize. He switched places with Tyler, who replaced the dildo in Curt's ass with a couple of fingers. Will grabbed Chad's thighs and placed his cock against his well-tongued asshole, then shoved--hard. Chad let out a long, pleasure-filled wail. It was no surprise to Stevens that there was no pain in the cry, for he had examined Chad's ass himself that first night and known that the boy was no stranger at all to ass-banging. Soon Chad's red, exhausted cock was back to full stiffness as he swayed back and forth in the harness with Will's vigorous backdoor pummelling. Unlike the others the was taking his time, wanting to savor the pleasure of using his cock to punish Chad and bring him back to the team.
Tyler followed suit and, slowly withdrawing his fingers with a lot of wiggling, replaced them with his well-greased cock. As soon as his head popped through the relaxed anal muscle, he gasped at the incredible, glove-like tightness of Curt's firm ass. Tyler grimaced and panted as he continued to shove forward, determined to feel his victim's smooth asscheeks pressed firmly against his own sweaty groin.
Rick was content where he was, his hands still gripped under Chad's head as he continued to force him to eat his hot ass.
"Unh yeah, bitch, eat my ass out, tongue it good," he grunted as he rotated and ground his lower body over Chad's captive tongue. Suddenly he shivered and shut his eyes, and his cock jumped violently. Joey ran up with a beaker and grabbed Rick's cock, milking it aggressively to extract as much as possible. Rick grunted and swore at the double action on his asshole and cock, filling the glass with one of the biggest deposits Joey had ever seen.
Tyler and Will were still happily shoving away, loving the intense ass-pounding that the swinging harnesses permitted. Their faces were coated in sweat and their hair was glued to their foreheads. Chad and Curt groaned and panted in their bondage, their newly erect cocks giving the lie to their feeble struggles. Then Will looked over at Tyler.
"Hey--hey man--unh--you wanna cum together?" he asked raspily.
"Yeah--yeah sure--unh--let's fuckin' do it!" answered Tyler. They both pulled out of their captives, who shivered and groaned excitedly as the boys' bulbous cockheads stretched past their anal muscles. They stood facing each other and grasped each other's cocks with freshly lubed hands, and began to beat each other off while their other hands stroked the other's heavy balls. They strained and grunted with effort, their muscles rippling in the cold light of the warehouse. Sweat streamed down their contorted, grimacing faces as they ran their sweaty hands rapidly up and down each other's raging hard dicks. A minute went by, and still they strained, increasing their speed as their muscular legs began to tremble with exhaustion.
"Oh--oh man--I can't cum," groaned Tyler. "Feels too good. Takin' too long." Will grunted and nodded in agreement. Mr. Stevens decided to help them out. He had Brian kneel down between them, holding a beaker to each of their dripping, purple cocks. Then, standing between the two straining studs, he reached around on both sides and deftly shoved two fingers up each of their asses.
At once the boys exploded. As they bellowed and shook with pleasure, Stevens and the others watched as each blew a gigantic load of cum into the glass vessels. From where he was kneeling, Brian could see their huge balls jump in their sacs as they pumped the thick cream out in huge quantities. Then at last they were done. Stevens withdrew his fingers and the two exhausted teammates fell to their knees, panting.
He returned his chair, beside which Joey was sitting on the hard floor. He looked at his watch and poured himself a glass of ice water.
"More," he said flatly. "I still need more." Two of the boys seized Chad and Curt's cocks and began to milk them, then gradually the whole scene started over again in a new configuration. Stevens drew Joey towards him, and his assistant unzipped the boss's pants and sucked him off as he watched the derelicts pay back their stolen cum.
On and on it went, most of the energy now going into making Chad and Curt produce a huge number of loads, so that in only two hours, each had contributed four loads. By the end of it their balls were purple and they were squirming with discomfort. Stevens took pity on them.
"Now that we've seen that you're not the super-producers you thought you were, I'll make it easy on you. We'll stop now, but continue tomorrow at the same time, until you've paid it all back." Chad and Curt groaned in their harnesses, their hands and legs limp with exhaustion. They were afraid to say anything, since they might confess how much they loved it.
The next day after lunch they repeated the forced milkings, working away at the captive boys' bodies with hand, mouths, cocks and dildos until, at last, they had repaid all the stolen cum. In addition, there was everything the others had provided too. Stevens had them unstrapped from their harnesses and let out, and then both knelt beside him on the floor. His rested his hands lovingly on their heads and spoke kindly to them.
"Boys, I don't want you to think badly of me, I just want what's mine and expect fair play. I also want you to feel respected and a real part of the team. So all is now forgiven." Chad and Curt stood and shook hands with Stevens, and everyone cheered. The team jogged off in unison to the showers, after which they relaxed to get ready for the six o'clock milking.
Later that evening at a quarter after six, as Mr. Stevens watched the boys give themselves agonizingly slow handjobs that were prolonged with mild electric shocks, he tapped away at a calculator to figure out what he'd made. As compensation for the twenty lost loads, he'd made back thirty-two. That, and the very lucrative sideline he was now developing in porn videos made from the edited security camera tapes, translated into a lot of cash, only a fraction of which the boys would ever see. He decided to cancel the purchase of the winter home in Belize and focus on re-investing the profits into the business. He could bear another winter yet. After all, he thought as he watched the seven young studs struggle ineptly as they tried to keep from cumming, sometimes deferred pleasure is the greatest pleasure.
End of Part 3
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