It had been an exciting week at CUM Facility No. 13. The testing and subsequent introduction of electroejaculation, along with continual high doses of Spurtalot, had resulted in a banner week -- at least for the program. The boys, on the other hand, had found themselves milked dry, frequently to the point of being nearly unable to walk. This of course was fine with the staff. The whole purpose of the program was to rehabilitate delinquent boys, and the first step in doing that was to break them.
Dr. Milkem was pleased with the new procedure as well. Whereas the milking floor had previously been filled with the sounds of boys moaning and grunting in pleasure, it was now filled with boys practically screaming in release and panting helplessly, as well as the continual splatter of their semen hitting the walls. The procedure wasn't painful in any way, but it was intense, and extremely so. The physical and emotional sensations of being forced to spurt via electrical stimulation was overpowering for the youths, typically leaving them sweaty, exhausted, and gasping for air. Such results were highly desirable for the program and the senior staff was thrilled with its effectiveness. Like all the staff Dr. Milkem often left his office to survey the milking floor firsthand. He felt a sense of satisfaction watching the boys tremble and convulse through their many orgasms. Every forced cum was another successful step in the rehabilitation process.
The staff's initial tests had shown that while any electrical shock would cause prostate emptying and uncontrollable ejaculations, they had better long-term results with a gentle cascading method. Essentially the inserted device would begin by emitting low, gentle pulses that would stimulate the boys, like a tingly vibration. As the minutes progressed the electric pulses would gradually increase in intensity, eventually reaching a point at which their prostates would empty themselves and cause a spontaneous, explosive ejaculation.
Dr. Milkem continued his morning inspection, walking the aisles and observing the boys in their various stages of sexual throes. There were boys who were tied together in the 69 position with the electrodes inserted into them. He watched with satisfaction as the boys orgasmed into each others' mouths, the recipients trying desperately to swallow the massive amounts of cum they were receiving.
Further down he observed several boys secured to upright posts, their arms secured behind their backs. He observed as they were forced to cum by the electrodes, their young bodies ejecting torrents of teenage semen as their voices cried out in release. He watched intently as their multiple spurts arced through the air and loudly struck the wall opposite them with a loud splat. From the look of the wall these boys had been milked for quite some time. The wall was coated with semen as though it had been shot with a Super Soaker. He noted that the boys' collective spunk was dripping down and pooling on the floor.
The only downside to the changes had been the sticky mess it had created. The boys who were ejaculating freeform -- that is, without a penis pump or mouthpiece to contain their emissions -- were spurting thick streams of teenage semen all over the walls and floor. (The boys that were attached to mouthpieces and tubes, however, were actually gagging on the massive discharges, often causing them to dribble from their mouths, something the staff found pleasing.) This was not a serious problem, however. The facility employed a sizable janitorial staff whose job it was to clean the floor each night.
Finally the director arrived at the area for the new 13-year-olds. He observed that today there was one new boy. He approached one of the senior staff members overseeing the process and greeted him cordially. "How are things going today, Robert?" he asked.
"Fine, doctor, just fine," the staffer smiled. "The new boy is being set up for his first milking."
First-time milkings were always a pleasure to watch. The new boys had been informed about the program's techniques, but to actually be on the floor preparing to experience it for themselves was a totally different experience. Arrogant boys with an attitude frequently found that they were no match for the unrelenting sexual stress they were about to endure.
The director reviewed the staffer's tablet containing files and observations for the new participant, then turned his attention to the boy in front of him. He noticed that he had a slightly fearful, pleading look in his eye. Good, the director thought. That was the proper disposition for a boy's milking. He wanted him to feel helpless and a little afraid.
For his first session the boy was secured in The Pillory. This was basically the same as the traditional apparatus used in times past for public shaming but with some specific enhancements. Like its forebearer, the device was T shaped with openings in the top for the neck and wrists. The post on which the shackles stood included a self-contained pumping device and attachments designed to feed the poor boy his own semen.
The director watched intently as the boy had the pumping device attached to his penis and the mouthpiece was inserted and secured. The youngster became visibly more anxious with each attachment. Then the lubricated electrode was gently inserted into his rectum. The boy squirmed at the intrusion of the metal device into his virgin ass, but ultimately realized there was nothing he could do to prevent it.
Young teenage boys were typically shy about their bodies, the facility staff had noticed. Securing the naked 13-year-old and fitting him with the various milking accessories made it even more mortifying. Dr. Milkem smiled to himself, always happy to see a boy embarrassed.
Finally the setup was complete and it was time to begin the milking. The staffer tapped an icon on his screen and the electrode came to life, sending a gentle charge into the young boy's prostate. The boy jumped slightly and yelped at this new sensation, his eyes growing large. The director chuckled inwardly. This could get interesting, he thought, and decided to hang around and observe.
The boy in question was Alex, a typical 13-year-old. He was about five feet tall with a slender body. The director noted in his observation that he had a small amount of pubic hair surrounding his developing genitals and some light hairs on his lower legs. Other than that he had no other visible body hair, again typical of a boy his age.
Alex trembled as the electrode buzzed inside of his tight rectum, sending tingly vibrations into his prostate. He had seen the facility in action when he was first brought onto the floor and he wasn't looking forward to what would soon be happening. That said, he also realized that it was going to happen regardless of his feelings.
The stimulation device continued to pulse within him, sending wave after wave of sensation into his inexperienced body. Within a few minutes the boy was leaking a good flow of precum, a sure sign of what would soon be coming. Dr. Milkem and the staffer watched with amusement as the poor boy wriggled his tight ass back and forth, trying to escape the wicked probe. Although this never worked, boys would sometimes try it, especially the new ones, and it always provided some entertainment for the staffers.
The director continued to observe as Alex began to perspire. Small drops of sweat appeared on his forehead and upper lip, a sure indication of arousal and stimulation. It wouldn't be long now, he thought.
Alex realized that he wasn't going to last long either. Like all the boys in the program he had received large doses of Spurtalot which caused his prostate to produce significantly more fluid and also caused a perpetual erection. Add to that the sensory stimulation of being on the milking floor combined with his young age and inexperience, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he wouldn't hold out for long, and he didn't.
Alex began to moan softly as he felt the electrical pulses shoot through his insides, causing his overstimulated prostate to ache with anticipation. He noticed that the pulses were gradually increasing in intensity. With each increase the boy whimpered a bit more -- "Ooh...ooh...ooh" -- much to the amusement of the doctor and staffer. Finally the end came. The electrode fired off its most powerful shock, a long and sustained pulse that shot through the boy's prostate and wracked his body with convulsive pleasure.
Alex's eyes went wide, his body trembled, and his hips gyrated wildly as he tried to cry out through the mouthpiece: "HMPH!! HMPH!! HMPH!!" He fought against the restraints as he felt massive streams of his semen erupt from his penis and collect into the pumping device with an audible splatter. The boy had tears in his eyes, having never ejaculated so hard and so much in his young life.
As the young teen hung helplessly in his restraints, he heard and felt a gentle humming coming from the post. It was the pumping device. Within seconds he watched in shock as his just-harvested semen made its way slowly up the clear tubing -- and towards his mouthpiece!
Alex glanced over toward the doctor and staffer as if pleading for mercy, but receiving none. The observers watched as the boy's fluid slowly crept along the tubing, and Alex did too. After what seemed like an eternity it finally reached the mouthpiece.
Alex whimpered again as the device fed him his own jizz. He had never tasted his own cum, or anyone else's, but was now being forced fed it. The device continued to pump every drop of his sizable ejaculation into his mouth. Like all the boys in the program, Alex quickly found that he had no choice but to swallow, and he did. He closed his eyes and cringed as he felt his own fluid slide down his throat, at one point nearly gagging on the immense discharge.
Seconds later the electrode once again buzzed to life. The boy jumped again, startled by the reality of another impending orgasm. He grunted futilely into the mouthpiece, knowing that it was hopeless. He would be there as long as the staff wanted, being helplessly milked of his teenage fluid and being forced to swallow it.
Meanwhile, Dr. Milkem looked on with professional pride. Yes, this program was proving to be more effective than anyone could have imagined, and not just in the United States. Other nations had also introduced and implemented the program in their own unique ways...
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