The four friends had endured their first day at CUM Facility No. 13, and what a day it had been. Steven and Chris had been hooked up to The Buddy, a wicked device that milked them both then channeled their spunk into the other's mouth. The poor boys had spent the day being both milked dry and forced to taste and swallow each other's cum.
Erik and Marc hadn't fared much better. They had been hooked up to The Feeder. Marc had been mercilessly milked while Erik had been on the receiving end. Due to the additional stimulation caused by an enhancer -- essentially a vibrating prostate stimulator -- Marc had continuously released the most massive cums of his life, shooting bolt after thick bolt of his boy cream into the pump receptacle, which in turn was fed into Erik's helpless mouth. By the end of their long first day, Erik had had some choice words for Marc, most of which consisted of four letters and were unrepeatable in polite company. On the one hand Marc felt bad about what he had been forced to do, but at the same time had struggled to not smirk. Making his sometimes-arrogant friend swallow massive quantities of his spunk was emotionally satisfying and almost worth what he had gone through.
The boys were happy to find that they had been assigned to the same dorm room on the second floor. The room was simple with two sets of bunk beds and a sink with a mirror. Nothing fancy by any means but a place to sleep and call home for the duration of their stay. And sleep they did. After supper the boys returned to their room, as most of the program participants did, and hit the sack. They fell asleep within minutes and slept soundly until 7 a.m. when the announcement came across the loudspeaker to rise and shine.
The boys reluctantly got up and started their morning routines. Steven and Marc brushed their teeth while Erik and Chris headed for the showers. The program participants were all assigned to a shower schedule. The shower room was able to accommodate thirty boys at a time. When one group was done, another would take its place. Within an hour all the boys in the program were showered and ready for a new day.
From there they were marched single file into the mess hall for breakfast. Breakfast, they learned, typically consisted of a choice of eggs, meat, toast, pancakes, hot or cold cereal, and a choice of juice. Although their incarceration was nothing to be joyful about, no one could complain about the food. For a cafeteria-style mess hall it was pretty good.
"Eat up!" called out Mr. Maxwell in his Southern drawl. "You'll need it to keep your strength up!" he chuckled. "And make sure to drink your fluids. You'll be needing those too!"
The boys worked their way through the line, filling their trays with various breakfast items. They sat at the same table and ate, each of them devouring his food and not saying much else. Considering the long day ahead of them, there wasn't much for anyone to say.
After breakfast the boys were led as a group to the milking floor. The boys would be assigned to a certain station for their daily program and the staff were quite efficient at getting them strapped in and fitted for their day. At that point a boy's ordeal would begin, a day of sadistic sexual milking of his steel-hard penis. As morning turned to afternoon one could hear the sound of boys moaning in ecstasy and crying out in sensitivity as their overworked cocks were mercilessly milked for every last drop.
The four friends were led to the floor together, but their second day would be different. Marc, Chris, and Erik were assigned to stations on the east side of the room; Steven was assigned to a station on the west side. The boys exchanged goodbye glances and followed a guard across the room, leaving Steven on his own. The adolescent felt very alone at that moment. While he hated to see his friends suffer, he felt a sense of safety being around them. But today that was not to be the case.
"Hello, Steven," said a man walking towards him. The man was young, he noticed, looking to be no older than his mid-20s. He had short hair and wore a thin paper-type coat unlike the heavier cloth lab coats worn by the doctors. "How are you this morning? Did you sleep well?"
"Uh, yeah," the boy answered sheepishly.
"I'm not surprised. Most boys do," the man smiled. "I'm Mr. Dichspert. I'm a behavioral psychology student from the university and I'm interning under the direction of Dr. Kumshaat," he said as he extended his hand. Steven grasped it and gave it a friendly shake.
"Okay then. Today you will be over here," he said, moving towards a strange chair-like contraption. "This device is for one boy at a time. It's called The Selfie." Mr. Dichspert smiled, apparently amused at the quirky name.
Steven wasn't so amused. Despite his young adolescent bravado he feared that he was no match for the milking devices. These unfeeling monstrosities had no capacity for compassion or mercy. They existed to milk boys and nothing else. He had tried to keep a measure of dignity through his first day but had failed miserably. How could anyone keep their dignity while being naked and having their semen perpetually extracted and fed to their best friend and vice versa?
Steven stood and looked at the apparatus before him. The set-up was essentially a chair in the shape of a giant C. The chair had restraints located along its contours to hold a boy in place, and off to the side hung the penis pump, complete with mouthpiece.
The college intern spoke up. "You'll be placed on the chair with your head up towards the top. Your body will follow the curvature of the chair until your penis is pointed at your mouth. Then of course you'll be fitted with a pump and mouthpiece. Today you'll spend the day being milked and fed your own semen."
Steven's shoulders sagged. If the purpose of the program was to break the boys, they were certainly succeeding. Yesterday he had spent the day swallowing Chris' cum, now today he would be swallowing his own? Couldn't he just be milked? the boy thought.
A staff member appeared and guided the youth to his seat and secured him in place with a number of straps around his abdomen, arms, and ankles. Once secured Steven watched nervously as a penis pump with an attached mouthpiece was placed on his erection and shoved clear to the base, pressing against his pubic hair. The other end of the pump was inserted into his mouth. The chair was adjusted slightly, forcing his groin closer to his face, and thus pushing the tip of the pump further into his mouth. And with that the apparatus was activated and began its sinister job of stimulating his boy cock.
Steven lay there immobile and powerless as the pump did its nefarious work. Not only would his penis be hopelessly milked of his cum, but it would be force fed to him through the mouthpiece! He had tasted his best friend's semen yesterday for the first time, an experience he had found utterly humiliating and freakishly erotic at the same time.
The extraction pump slid back and forth along the length of his shaft, never ceasing in its long, continual journey of sexual torment. The tip of the device sadistically rotated around his cock head, making full use of his most sensitive area and driving the poor boy insane with pleasure. Steven's entire cock was soon tingling and throbbing with desire, a desire that was quickly turning into an irresistible need for release.
He felt his body begin to tremble as the familiar pleasure in his penis became more intense. Finally he could endure no more and gave in to his first orgasm. He grunted as best he could with the pump inserted into his mouth: "Hmph! Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" as his adolescent cock spewed spurt after powerful spurt of his sticky spunk into the clear tip of the device. A moment later the suction kicked in and began to channel his fresh offering toward his waiting mouth.
Steven's eyes grew wide as he watched his own splooge move through the pump and toward his mouth. His muscles tensed helplessly against the restraints and his heart raced in anticipation of what he knew was about to happen yet was powerless to stop.
Seconds later the pump completed it wicked task and he was tasting his own fluid for the first time. His first ejaculation had been fairly large and he could feel it collecting on his tongue. As his warm seed was pumped into his open mouth, he quickly realized that his only option was to swallow it, so he did. He closed his eyes, steeled himself, and gulped several times as he consumed his own semen.
Steven blushed a deep red at this latest humiliation but realized that all the other boys were going through the same thing. His body was exhausted, his penis incredibly sensitive, and his pride completely destroyed by this latest device.
Mr. Dichspert watched from his office as the poor kid was completely humiliated, which of course was the point. Having an orgasm and ejaculation felt good, but being forced to taste and swallow the sticky teenage fluid was totally degrading to the boys. The program was certainly successful, no question about it.
Meanwhile across the room his best friend Chris was preparing for his own ordeal. Another security guard had led him to the other side of the milking floor and stopped in front of a futuristic-looking contraption. The first thing he noticed was that the device looked very much like a sleek motorcycle. Having observed and experienced the sinister devices from his first full day at the facility, Chris was already starting to imagine how this extractor worked.
The boy was momentarily startled when he was approached by a female in hospital scrubs. Most of the staff were males, he had noted, and he suddenly found himself feeling self-conscious standing naked in front of a woman. The security guard nodded to the woman and headed off in another direction.
"Good morning...Christopher, is it?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he answered. "It's just Chris."
"All right, Chris," she responded. Her voice sounded soothing to the boy for some reason. "My name is Nurse Bahldrayner and I'm the head nurse here at Facility No. 13. I understand that this is only your second day?"
"Yes, ma'am," Chris answered again, feeling even more embarrassed as his adolescent cock bounced around in the open air.
"Well, you seem to be doing well. You'll get used to it," she said. As if he had a choice, the boy thought.
Nurse Bahldrayner continued. "You'll be over here today, Chris," she said, pointing to the space-age contraption before them. "We call it The Crotch Rocket." Chris sighed deeply. He had heard another boy talk about this device yesterday and had an idea of how intense and exhausting it could be. But there was no point in complaining, he knew. No one would give a shit anyway.
"You mount it like a motorcycle," she continued. "Why don't you get on and we'll get you started."
Chris slowly climbed on the device and straddled it. The Crotch Rocket looked almost exactly like the motorcycle of the same general name, except that this one didn't have wheels. He placed his butt on the cushioned seat as his rock-hard cock was inserted into what he knew was the penis pump. Nurse Bahldrayner directed him as he placed his feet on the stirrups, then leaned forward to place his arms into the metal shackles. An additional staff member who had arrived on scene walked around the apparatus, firmly securing his wrists and forearms to the sides where the handlebars would typically have been and locking his ankles in place. Finally a strap was placed over his lower back to keep him from pulling out during particularly intense moments.
The staffer then proceeded to insert the dreaded mouthpiece and tube into his open mouth, then secured it with a strap around his head. Chris sat there on a motorized milking device wondering how this could get any worse. He soon regretted that thought.
"Okay, young man," said the nurse, apparently satisfied with the set-up. "We have one final step before we begin." She tapped her finger against a touch-screen display near the device and Chris heard a humming sound. Seconds later his eyes shot open as he felt something begin pressing against his butt hole!
"Relax," said the nurse. "It's a standard prostate enhancer. It's already lubricated, so if you don't resist it will slide in easily and painlessly." Chris tried his best to remain calm despite his fear, easier said than done. The device slid up from the seat and the tip poked his rosebud, causing him to wince. The device, which was basically a vibrating dildo, was not large enough to be painful, just large enough to get the job done. Chris sat there with eyes and mouth wide open as the slender device slid up into him. Finally it was over.
And with that Nurse Bahldrayner tapped the touch-screen again and the process began, a process Chris knew would be a long one.
He tensed as he felt the penis pump contract around him and begin its long, arduous journey along the length of his young cock. The mechanism started at the base and slowly slid upward towards the head. Upon reaching the tip, it rotated slowly over and around his sensitive cock head, then began its trip back to the base, only to make the same journey over and over...and over and over and over.
Chris gasped as he felt the enhancer come to life within him. It began to hum and lightly vibrate against his prostate, a sensation that was almost ticklish. After a minute of this the insert began to increase in intensity. Chris couldn't help but notice that the humming sounded like an accelerating motorcycle. He would have found that funny were it not for the intense sensations he was experiencing.
The young man's breathing became increasingly audible as his stiff pole was unapologetically worked over from the front while his prostate was ticklishly vibrated from the back. The combination of both devices working in sync was quickly driving the 14-year-old to hysterics. After about ten minutes he knew that it was almost time, the first of what would be many cums that day.
He focused his eyes intently on the wall ahead of him as the insane tingling in his penis and rectum increased to its climax. His body stiffened and trembled and he grunted loudly into the mouthpiece: "Hmph!! Hmph!! HHMMPPHH!!" His eyes crossed as he thrust his hips forward toward the pump as the enhancer vibrated viciously against his prostate. Shot after shot of hot semen flowed through his penis and flew out the tip, only to be collected by the milking device. Chris lost track of his spurts but knew that he had ejaculated a major load.
Still breathing heavy from his orgasm, Chris waited tensely for what he knew was next. He watched once again as his creamy male fluid slowly crept along the clear plastic tubing which led from the milker to his mouthpiece. The young guy had tasted cum numerous times yesterday, but he was still apprehensive.
His heart raced as his adolescent splooge reached the mouthpiece and continued to dribble onto his tongue. Chris cringed as he tasted his own jizz for the first time. He had learned from his first day that one, there was no way to avoid it and two, there was no way to spit it out. As he felt his warm fluid spurt and dribble into his mouth, he gave in to the inevitable and swallowed it.
Chris sighed inwardly for no particular reason. He knew that this would be the first of many ejaculations. He would be here until he was milked dry, and at 14 he could spurt like a fire hose and had the reservoir of a fire hydrant. This would be another long day.
From her examination room in the back, Nurse Bahldrayner watched the video monitors as well as the readouts on her screen. The boy had ejaculated a massive amount of semen, she thought with a satisfied look on her face. She wondered to herself how much more he would produce during his second day of forced milking, then chuckled quietly. Every drop, she thought silently to herself, every last drop!
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