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I knew they were planning to surprise me again, visiting with no warning, but I outwitted them and called the head office next day to find out when I was on the schedule. The man who answered said a team of "measurement specialists" would be at my house in two days at 9 a.m. I told him to let the team know I would meet them in the outdoor workshop. So I was ready for themÑthey just didn't know it. I spent an hour in the home gym getting pumped up. I shit, showered, and shaved. I brushed my teeth and applied some hair mousse. I combed through the hair under my arms and all across my chest and pubes. I always like to look my best. I didn't put on any deodorant. Or any clothes.
I got an automatic text just before 9:00, "Your electric utility measurement specialists Alex and Dave are on the way to your job." It had an attached a photo of the pair in their utility uniforms. Interestingly, in contrast to most "friendly serviceman" portraits like these, they were unsmiling and actually looked a little sullen and threatening. I didn't reply, to keep up the illusion that I wasn't expecting them.
"Excuse me, Sir!" a gruff voice barked behind me, "electric company technicians! We're here to measure you, Sir, didn't they tell you?" Alex demanded, watching my fat heavy dick flop out free when I jumped up off the stool. They had both crowded in to the workshop with their big tool cases, so it was getting a little tight in there. In contrast to the ingratiating cheerfulness of my previous three-man service call, Alex and Dave were severely serious. They were big guys, too. Almost as big as me! They stared at my naked body with what seemed like disapproval, and some derision.
"It don't matter," Dave spoke up, frowning at me as I stuck my bare hairy chest out at him, "we need you nekkid anyway, Sir." He looked around the small space. "This won't work though. We got to have some room to spread out our equipment."
"Yeah, and his equipment too," Alex quipped. They didn't crack a smile even at his lame little joke.
"Okay, guys, how about we head back past the electric meter to the brick patio," I said encouragingly as I slipped on my flip-flops and started out the door ahead of them.
"Sir, you'll need to put on some clothes first! Here," he held out a pair of elbow-length leather gloves, nothing more, and fitted my forearms into them. I have extra-big hands, so I was surprised they fit me perfectly. They had heavy black iron rings in the form of lions' heads sewn into the wrists, each with a short chain attached. "You'll need to carry our cases for us so we can keep our hands free," Dave informed me. I picked up one case in each hand, and he clipped them to my wrist-ring chains so it was almost impossible to set them down. I continued out the door.
I was totally unprepared for what happened next. I hadn't taken more than two steps outside the door when one of them spanked me hard as hell across my bare butt. WHAP! I was so surprised I couldn't help letting out a little yelp and struggled to control the cases. I turned instinctively, to catch them mocking my surprise with big, open mouths and eyebrows arched in alarm.
"Sorry, Sir. They told us we're required to give you a good spanking," Dave explained, as he and Alex exchanged glances, slyly grinning at each other. As soon as I turned back and continued heading down the backyard path to the brick patio, one of them spanked me again. It's great to learn somebody pays attention to those customer-service surveys. I just didn't expect such quick results. Alex and Dave didn't believe in halfhearted spanks, either, but gave full, punishing licks from the beginning. They kept this up for the entire path and also kept up the mock-respectful derision. I was helpless to try and shield my butt, since carrying the cases was just like having my hands tied.
"Straight ahead (WHAP) down this path, is it, Sir?"
(WHAP) Sorry, Sir but they told us you needed it." (WHAP)
"Sir, you waving around that big dick (WHAP) is like a red flag in a bull's face."
"Stop here at the meter, please, Sir. We're supposed to get some photos." This was about halfway to our goal. While we walked, I'd taken about 30 hard licks on the heaving muscles of my naked ass, delivered in a random rhythm, so I was continually surprised by the sudden flashes of pain. Dave and Alex seemed to be taking turns spanking me as they followed, one on each side. I knew my butt must be bright red, the way it was stinging. I could feel my face turning red too.
I reached the electric meter and turned around to face them. "Aw, you're blushing, Sir!" Alex accused me, "You must feel damn embarrassed to be naked and get spanked like this. We really hate to humiliate you, but for some reason they think this will make for a bigger load. Later on, when we're draining those fat balls. Go figure." He was lightly touching my balls as he divulged this strategy. "You can set down those cases for a minute," he said, and unclipped the chains from my wrist restraints.
"It's nothing. Go ahead and do your worst, I can take it," I answered defiantly. My dick had been stiffening and now stood up parallel to my flat stomach, bobbing side to side a little with my pulse, proudly showing itself off.
"Just look at that. Your dick is so perfect, Sir. Now pose for us," Dave ordered. I started with a simple, relaxed pose with my weight on one leg, sneering contemptuously at the camera. Then I ran through my repertoire of bodybuilder poses, arrogantly showing off as he snapped multiple photos. Meanwhile I watched Alex take out his pocketknife and start cutting two long sucker shoots off the base of my crape myrtle tree.
"My dad used to cut switches like this to whip my butt," he explained, continuing to strip off the smaller branches until he had two long, flexible, lengths. He waved them around to test their flexibility, and I could hear them whistling as they swept the air. Dave finished up his photo shoot with some extreme closeups of my dick, balls, and red ass. "Turn around, please, Sir, and grab hold of that meter," he ordered. I only had to bend over slightly to put my hands on top of the glass meter case. He clipped my wrist chains around the conduit at the top of the meter. "Now spread those legs a little for me, Sir," he suggested, illustrating by tapping the inside of my thighs with his switch. Now my head was down right at eye level to the electric meter, and I watched its wheel spinning, closeup. I felt the first intense sting of the technician's switch. He handed the second switch to Dave.
Then both of them were whipping me. It started to feel like a swarm of bees all over my butt, but also up and down my back and the backs of my arms and legs. I started thinking about how full my balls were, and how heavy the cum load was, weighing deep inside me. I could feel the balls filling further as they swung back and forth between my spread legs. From time to time one of the guys tapped them softly with his switch.
"Raise up that left foot for me, Sir," Alex instructed. I presented the sole of my left foot to him to be painfully and repeatedly smacked while Dave kept on whipping the rest of me. "Dave, you do that right foot now," Alex ordered. I lowered the left and raised the right. I think Dave was even more sadistic with his foot sole blows. And Alex set in with fresh vigor to cane the rest of me.
After a while they were all done and unclipped my hands. Alex noticed I had drooled quite a bit on the glass of the meter, and he carefully wiped it off and polished the meter with a cloth. I stretched and turned around. All this attention had kept my dick fully erect. "Hey Dave, look! Precum!" I looked too, and sure enough there was a glistening pool of precum welling up in my dickhead slit and threatening to drip down the shaft. Alex dug his fingertip into the slit and collected the big drop on his finger and fed it to Dave. After savoring it, Dave caught another big drop to feed to Alex. It drove me wild to have his hand touching my dick. "Thank you, Sir, there's no taste like those first fresh drops of precum." We all watched my dick drip for a minute before he prodded me with his switch. "Get a move-on there, Sir, we got to do our measurements."
So I picked up the cases, he re-attached them to my wrist chains, and we were back on the backyard trail, headed for the brick patio. They went back to using the flat of their bare hands to continue swatting my bare butt every few steps. As the patio came into sight, the blows were coming so fast I didn't feel like I was walking but just being swept forward by the constant force of the spanks, each instantaneously cupping a butt cheek and slapping it upward and onward.
The brick patio is a big expanse of just what it says, with a sort of decorative gazebo in its center with four stone columns supporting a dome over a circular seating area. We went through an opening in the tall hedge surrounding the patio, and I continued on to the gazebo where they again had me set down the cases and unhooked them from my wrists. My dick was still rock hard and dripping streams of precum onto the ground. I was so horny I couldn't stand it, so while Alex was bent over getting something out of his case, I grabbed him from behind and started humping him between his legs. The rough fabric of his uniform trousers felt real good on my hungry dick. When he started bucking, I held on tight with both arms around his waist and managed to get in an impressive series of thrusts. But I couldn't quite cum. Finally he was able to force me off.
"Hey Dave! Was getting fucked by the client on our schedule?" he solemnly asked his buddy, panting a little from the brief struggle.
He had to look to make sure, peering at the work order on his phone. "Nope, not today! It's just a straight measure-and-milk. Plus, of course, the extra corporal and humiliation." He punctuated this by grabbing my right nipple and squeezing it hard. Then he continued spanking me. "Hey, we better get this stud restrained before he can do some real damage." Alex was getting some wrist restraints and rope out of his kit. For some reason, whoever built that gazebo had mounted big black iron rings on the inside of each column at the top, middle, and bottom of each one. As if they had been made to match, each ring was in the form of a lion's head, exactly like those on my leather gloves. Alex used a chair to hop up and string ropes through two of the top column rings, attaching the other ends to the wrist restraints, which of course he buckled onto me. Then Dave hoisted my arms up over my head while Alex tied the ropes off at the bottom.
They unloaded their stuff and proceeded to make all the measurements specified in the work order, mostly using a flexible cloth tape. They started with the muscles, temporarily loosening the ropes when they needed me to flex for maximum size. For each muscle, they spent most of the time worshipping, caressing, and licking them. They were supposed to get measurements of my dick "soft," whatever that meant, but at the moment it turned out to be impossible to calm my raging boner, especially with all the muscle feel-up.
"You need to relax that penis, Sir, so we can measure accurately," Alex spanked me hard to try and make this happen. This seemed only to aggravate it. "Never mind," he finally sighed, "we'll just have to remember and measure it after we finish his milking."
It turned out all the weight measurements would be done indirectly, using the proprietary 3-D computer imaging technology that was a specialty of our electric company. Practically, just how could one measure the separate weight of testicles while they're still attached? All the technicians needed was multiple shots of my dick and balls from various angles. From this they could make an exact model of my equipment, either to examine onscreen, estimating the weight of each component, or to mold a physical model.
My arms were still pulled up over my head, but my feet were free, so I watched for my chance. When Alex turned away from shooting photos to put something back into his case, and while Dave was busy spanking my butt, in a flash I hoisted myself up so my feet swung free.
"Look out!" Dave warned him, but it was too late. Just as Alex turned back toward me, I swung my legs around his body from each side and pulled him in tight to my crotch. With my huge legs right under his armpits, there was not much he could do to get free while my dripping erection humped both sides of his face, marking it all over with drops of precum. I tried but couldn't quite stick it his mouth.
Together, they were finally able to pry my legs loose. They remedied their bondage error by quickly securing my ankles in leather restraints (with the matching lion motif) to the lower rings on the columns. I wouldn't get another chance to make myself cum. Dave's phone was ringing.
"HelloÉ.Yeah, we beat the hell out of his butt but haven't really worked on his dick yetÉ.So he's done the eight days' cum buildup, yeahÉ.Oh, it's been nine days?....Yeah, so that'll be the new normal?É.OK, we'll do the usual workup, but he's been ready to shoot it for a an hour already nowÉ.Yeah, we'll make sure and catch every dropÉ.OK, you got it." He hung up after finalizing cum instructions.
"Sir, we've been authorized to collect your cum sample, but we need to make sure you're ready first," he informed me. It turned out I was in for another hour of slow edging as Alex kneeled in front of me and took my dick in his mouth, just holding it motionless and warming it. Dave burrowed his face into each of my underarms, breathing in the strong aroma and licking up the moisture, patting the hair down flat. Then Alex let go of my dick, and they each took a nipple in their mouths, warming at first, then tonguing the tips and sucking hard. They took turns wrapping their big strong hands around my helpless erection and stroking it, being extra careful not to get me too close to the edge. From time to time they remembered to whip me with their switches. They lightly tapped my bulging balls. When I tried to use what little mobility I had left to hump back against their hands, trying to give myself some control, they would just let go and let me fuck the air.
"Who you gonna fuck with that big dick, Sir?" they taunted me.
The way my dick sticks right straight up is always a problem when I start to cum, since it wants to just spew the whole mess straight up free into the air, falling where it will. One thing we all agreed about was not wasting a drop, so when they were finally ready for me to cum, Dave slipped a condom on me. As soon as I felt it go on, I started to cum, and there was no stopping it. I felt the full semen load drop down inside me, then my dick, incredibly, got even harder. After a full fifteen or twenty seconds of agonizing suspense, it started shooting, so strongly that we could see the condom bulging out from the impacts. They could feel and hear my involuntary scream building up to match the orgasm, so Dave held his hand over my mouth to spare the neighbors. I was afraid the force of my cum would pop the condom all the way off, but it managed to stay in place, the huge load filling it quickly and making the tip of it hang down full, the size of a golf ball. Alex very carefully slipped the condom off me and tied off the end. They didn't seem as interested in taking personal control of my cum as the previous guys had been, instead dropping it into a sample vial which they secured in their case. I thought they would probably finish their measuring by analyzing it in detail back at the utility office, before sharing it around.
They unhooked my feet, then my arms, and took off the wrist and ankle restraints. I stretched and they spent a minute massaging my strained muscles. Then I walked over to a chaise longue out in the sun and laid down flat on my stomach to feel the warmth healing my back and butt stripes. My dick (still dripping some postcum) and my balls dropped through an opening between the chair's webbing strips, and the front couple of inches of the dick lay flaccid against the warm brick of the patio. I could hear the two technicians quietly packing up their equipment so as not to wake me.
After a minute I heard them walking past, but they stopped and kneeled down beside me. They took a few minutes to gently rub some healing salve all over my backside. I felt one of them momentarily picking up my soft, plump dick to take its final measurement. Before they left, as I drifted off to sleep, I felt them reverently petting and kissing my sore butt.