Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Previous parts:
Part 1
Part 2
Featured in this story: Zach (click for pictures)
It had just been a week – but it had seemed like an eternity for poor Zach. The handsome 20 year old stud had given his frat buddy Jeffrey a very special birthday present: Nine days of chastity and a quadruple milking at of Jerk’n’Drain Enterprises’ lavish Campus Milking Station.
It had seemed like a funny idea at the time, and it had been a lot of fun teasing Jeffrey after his dick had been locked up, smacking his cum-filled balls and setting up dates for him that inevitably ended in frustration. Everybody at the frat had had a great time.
Unfortunately, the plan backfired when Jeffrey surprised Zach after his forced milking with a ten-load-subscription. Now Zach’s dick was locked up in a chastity cage, and Jeffrey was the one making fun of him. In a mean twist, Jeffrey had chosen a cage that was several sizes too small for Zach’s extraordinarily large meat snake, a fact that amused his fraternity brothers – especially those who were secretly jealous of Zach’s gigantic power tool – tremendously.
The subscription allowed Zach to discharge his balls in installments of his own choosing. Zach had opted for two sessions with five loads each. It was a very ambitious plan, and Zach’s Jerk’n’Drain customer care assistant had advised against it. But Zach wanted to get out of the cage as quickly as possible, and he had thrown caution to the wind.
Originally, Zach had planned to save up for the first appointment for at least two weeks – but after just two days in chastity he had realized that he needed to speed things up. His big, heavy balls were churning with cum, and his incarcerated cock was itching like mad.
On the way to the Milking Station, Jeffrey couldn’t help but make fun of Zach’s misery. It had taken a couple of days for him to recover from the quadruple milking he had received last week, but after that he had celebrated his regained freedom with a 72 hour sex-a-thon, running through his mailing list and hooking up every hot guy he could get his hands on.
“I hope you don’t take too long”, Jeffrey said cheerfully. “I have a date tonight and I don’t wanna be late.”
Zach ignored him.
“Two dates, actually”, Jeffrey continued. “Have I told you about those gymnasts I met? So fucking hot.”
Zach stared at the road.
“Threesomes are hot”, Jeffrey said, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants. “Right?”
Zach was fuming.
“Oh, sorry”, Jeffrey chuckled and smacked Zach’s crotch playfully with the palm of his hand.
Zach let out a grunt.
“I didn’t realize that talking about sex might be a little uncomfortable in your situation”, Jeffrey said. The snarky smile on his face stood in stark contrast to his words.
“Just shut up”, Zach grumbled, rubbing his crotch.
When they arrived at the Milking Station, they were greeted by Manuel, a handsome and perpetually cheerful young man dressed in white, who led them down the corridor.
“There are almost a hundred Jerk’n’Drain Milking Stations in the United States”, Manuel said with a smile. “We pride ourselves with delivering outstanding product while treating our sources with the respect and the care that they deserve. Jerk’n’Drain is a supplier for a lot of renowned pharmaceutical companies and cosmetics manufacturers around the world. Our extraordinarily high quality standards are unmatched, and we hold 75% of the global sperm market, making Jerk’n’Drain the number one sperm supplier worldwide.” He pointed at a door marked ‘Milking 5’ and opened it to let Jeffrey in. “If it’s sperm it’s Jerk’n’Drain.”
They arrived at a milking booth that consisted of an elevated massage table with a strategically placed hole in the middle. Two stools were placed below, and Manuel invited Jeffrey to join him while Zach undressed and took his place on the massage table.
“This is highly unusual”, Manuel smiled as he put on a pair of disposable gloves and handed another pair to Jeffrey. “But I told the manager that the source insisted on a familiar pair of hands.” He winked at Jeffrey and pointed at a shelf.
Five glass beakers were neatly lined up next to a couple of items that Jeffrey couldn’t identify.
“Five loads is quite something”, Manuel smiled. “We’ve got our work cut out for us.”
Jeffrey picked up an item that looked like a manual fruitpress designed to juice two lemons at once.
“That’s a ball press”, Manuel said casually, taking it from Jeffrey and pressing it shut with a grin. “It’s highly effective.”
“Yeah, I know”, Jeffrey mumbled, remembering his own testicles getting juiced by the device. He hadn’t seen it when Manuel had used it on him, and he was a little surprised that it looked so harmless.
Manuel looked up when Zach climbed onto the massage table. A second later, his enormous genitalia appeared through the hole in the table.
“Key?” Manuel said casually and held out his hand.
Jeffrey reached into his pocket and gave the key to Manuel.
“Wonderful, Mr. Johnson”, Manuel said cheerfully as he unlocked Zach’s dick. “You look like you really need a milking.” He winked at Jeffrey and smacked Zach’s nuts playfully.
Zach let out a grunt.
Jeffrey looked at Manuel and laughed.
“First, we have to make sure that this thing is good and hard”, Manuel explained, pointing at Zach’s meaty dick. “Do you want to try it?”
Jeffrey didn’t have to be told twice. “Alright, donkey dick”, he said with a mean grin. “Time to get that monster going…” He started manhandling Zach’s dick, swiftly jerking it with both of his hands.
Manuel smiled, nodding, as Zach’s fat cock rose to the occasion.
A few moments later it was hard as a rock.
Manuel handed Jeffrey a beaker. “I’ll take over now. I’ll show you how it’s done.” He started squeezing Zach’s nuts with one hand while stroking his dick with the other in a good and workmanlike manner.
Zach was grunting and groaning, and within a manner of seconds, his dick started sputtering out a big, creamy load.
“Make sure you catch it all”, Manuel said as he squeezed Zach’s nut as hard as he could, making the poor stud scream from the top of his lungs.
“Aye, captain”, Jeffrey chuckled and wrapped his fingers around Zach’s pulsing dick while pointing it at the beaker.
“That’s a very nice load”, Manuel said. “Look how creamy it is. Almost as good as yours.”
Jeffrey laughed as the beaker filled with Zach’s manmilk. When Zach’s dick stopped shooting, he looked at Manuel. “We’re done, right?”
“Wrong”, Manuel smiled. “Look at this.” He wrapped both of his hands tightly around Zach’s thick shaft and slowly pulled down, causing more cum to dribble out of Zach’s dick while he was grunting and groaning in pain.
Finally, Manuel squeezed the fat tip of Zach’s cock with his thumb, extracting a couple more drops of spunk. He turned to Jeffrey and smiled. “See?”
Jeffrey was impressed. “Wow.”
Manuel chuckled as he took the cum-filled beaker and placed it in the little fridge by his side. “That’s why I’m the professional milkman and you’re just an amateur masturbator”, Manuel smiled, winking at Jeffrey. “You wanna do the next load?”
“Sure”, Jeffrey said with an enthusiastic smile.
“Make sure that the penis doesn’t get flaccid”, Manuel said, taking Jeffrey’s hands and placing one of them on Zach’s cock and the other on his nuts.
“Alright, here we go”, Jeffrey chuckled and started frantically jerking Zach’s cock while his fingertips dug into the meaty flesh of Zach’s tender testicles.
Zach wailed in pain as his friend squished and squashed his gonads.
“That’s good”, Manuel nodded. “Throw in a punch now and then.”
Jeffrey complied, delivering a series of mean uppercuts that crunched Zach’s nuts hard.
Zach grunted and screamed in agony as Jeffrey’s fist connected with his ballbag again and again.
“Very good”, Manuel smiled, raising his voice to drown out Zach’s screams. “You are a natural! If you ever need a job let us know.”
Jeffrey chuckled. “It’s actually quite fun”, he said, throwing punch after nut-crunching punch at Zach’s rapidly swelling ballsack.
“Yeah, well”, Manuel shrugged his shoulders. “It gets boring pretty fast.” He reached for another beaker and held it up just in time to catch Zach’s second load.
Jeffrey stroked Zach’s cock, squeezing his nuts hard, milking every last drop out of Zach’s pumping balls.
“Damn”, Jeffrey chuckled. He watched as Manuel placed the beaker in the fridge. “So much cum. What do you do with all that spunk?”
Manuel chuckled. He grabbed Zach’s dick with both of his hands and started milking it in steady, gentle strokes. “Can you take over the nuts?” he asked casually.
Jeffrey grabbed Zach’s ballsack, taking each of his nuts in one hand. Then he started squeezing hard, pressing his thumbs deep into the core of Zach’s gigantic globes.
Zach screamed like a banshee.
“What do we do with all that spunk?” Manuel said matter-of-factly while stroking Zach’s dick with both of his hands. “Well, we sell it. Cosmetics mostly.”
Jeffrey grinned and twisted Zach’s nuts sharply, eliciting a high-pitched wail. “Good. I don’t use that kind of stuff. Wouldn’t want to have donkey dick’s cum on my face or anything.”
Manuel shrugged his shoulders as he jerked Zach’s cock. “Well, do you use some sort of after shave product?” He continued stroking Zach’s cock without looking at Jeffrey.
Jeffrey stopped punching Zach’s nuts and turned to Manuel. “You mean…”
“Balm or lotion?” Manuel asked, jerking Zach’s dick with both of his hands.
Jeffrey blinked. “Balm.”
“Creamy and viscid, huh?” Manuel said without taking his eyes off Zach’s nuts. “Well…”
Jeffrey let out an incredulous laugh. “You’re not---“
“Punch him hard, please!” Manuel interrupted Jeffrey.
Jeffrey gulped and started pummeling Zach’s nuts with his fists, working over Zach’s nutsack like a speedbag.
Zach screamed and shrieked and wailed in agony.
“Here we go”, Manuel said cheerfully as Zach filled another beaker with his third load.
It wasn’t as creamy as the second one, and Jeffrey had to punch Zach’s nuts very hard to drain them completely.
“Okay, I think we should use the ball press for the fourth load”, Manuel said after Zach had stopped shooting and the guys had made sure that there was no drop of jizz left in his meaty dick.
Manuel fondled Zach’s nuts, a quizzical expression on his face. “Yeah”, he said, squeezing Zach’s sore, swollen balls hard. “Yeah, we need the ball press, definitely.”
Jeffrey took the little device and smiled at Manuel. “Can I do it?”
Manuel chuckled. “Sure, go ahead.” He raised his voice. “Mr. Johnson, you’re doing great. Just two more loads and you’re done for today.” He turned to Jeffrey. “Make sure to get both testicles into it. They are pretty big so don’t let one slip out.”
Grinning cheerfully, Jeffrey put Zach’s nuts into the press and clamped it shut before using the handles to apply pressure.
Zach’s nuts were squished flat by the vicious device and he let out a yodeling squeal.
“It’s like juicing a pair of oranges”; Jeffrey quipped.
Manuel laughed as he stroked Zach’s dick. “Yeah, juice them good!”
Zach was wailing in agony as Jeffrey wrung out his nuts.
“You were talking about after shave balm”, Jeffrey said, grunting with effort.
“Yeah”, Manuel nodded. “Almost all of the major labels use our product.”
“Huh.” Jeffrey made a mental note to have a look at the bottle. He increased the pressure on Zach’s balls, eliciting a long, high-pitched shriek.
“Do you go to the burger joint down the street?” Manuel asked casually as he jerked Zach’s cock, skillfully milking it with both of his hands.
“Yeah”, Jeffrey grunted, flattening Zach’s nuts with the press as forcefully as he could. “Why?”
“Ever had the milkshake?” Manuel asked.
Zach’s dick was throbbing and pulsing.
Manuel reached for the fourth beaker.
Jeffrey stared at Manuel.
“Don’t reduce the pressure!” Manuel said quickly. “He’s so close!”
Jeffrey hastily doubled down, squishing Zach’s nuts flat. “What about the milkshake?” he grunted.
A huge spurt of semen shot out of Zach’s dick.
Zach screamed from the top of his lungs.
“Harder!” Manuel said, catching Zach’s cum with the beaker.
Jeffrey groaned with effort, flattening Zach’s huge, swollen balls like pancakes.
“That’s it!” Manuel said cheerfully as another jet of creamy spunk landed in the beaker.
Jeffrey gritted his teeth, grinding Zach’s nuts in the ball press and making him let out all kinds of funny noises.
Another spurt of cum sputtered out of Zach’s cum.
“I think that’s it”, Manuel said, raising the beaker and squinting at the measly load inside. “It’s his fourth load. But still…” He let out a sigh and shrugged his shoulders.
Jeffrey looked at him. “You were saying about the milkshake?”
“Well”, Manuel smiled, winking at Jeffrey. “There’s a secret ingredient…” Whistling happily, he placed the fourth beaker in the fridge.
Jeffrey stared at him, lowering the ball press, his mouth gaping open.
Above them, Zach was whimpering an moaning. His huge cock was red and sore, and his balls looked like they had been run over by a truck. They were beet red with shades of black and blue, and they were ridiculously swollen.
“Don’t look at me like that”, Manuel smiled. “We’ve got work to do.” He grabbed Zach’s nuts and squeezed playfully. “There’s a fifth load in those puppies here, and we’re gonna get it out.”
Even the slightest touch made Zach wail in agony.
“Hang in there, Mr. Johnson”, Manuel said while he was going through the items on the shelf. “Just one more load.” He picked up a rubber mallet and handed it to Jeffrey. “I hope you’ve read the fine print, Mr. Johnson, because if we don’t get the fifth load this session won’t count as successful.” He grabbed a pair of pliers and weighed it in his hand. “And if the session is not successful, the entire batch will be invalidated.”
“What?!” Zach croaked.
“If we don’t get the fifth load, the four loads before that will be invalidated”, Manuel repeated matter-of-factly. “You’ll be back to ten loads.” He chuckled. “That’d be a shame, wouldn’t it, Mr. Johnson?”
Zach let out a miserable whimper.
Manuel and Jeffrey started doing their best to extract another load out of Zach’s drained, swollen balls. Jeffrey hammered Zach’s nutsack with the mallet, mercilessly crushing his bruised babymakers. Manuel stimulated Zach’s gigantic cock with his hand, occasionally squeezing a testicle or two with the pliers.
More than fifteen minutes later, Zach finally had another orgasm.
Unfortunately, it was completely dry.
Not a single drop of cum came out of his dick.
His balls were completely empty.
“Pathetic”, Jeffrey laughed,
Manuel let out a sigh and placed the empty beaker back on the shelf. “What a pity.”
They confronted Zach with his failure.
Manuel had a sympathetic smile on his face.
Jeffrey looked far less sympathetic. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Zach looked at them, his beet red and sweaty, his chest heaving. He had lost his voice somewhere during the ordeal. Now he was croaking and rasping, grating and gasping for breath in a throaty, hoarse voice while he was squirming in agony. His naked body was covered in sweat, his muscles strained, his face a mask of pain.
Jeffrey burst out laughing. “You shot blanks, buddy.”
Zach’s eyes widened in terror.
“I’m afraid we’ll have to invalidate all of today’s loads, Mr. Johnson”, Manuel said, biting his lower lip.
“What?!” Zach whispered in a toneless voice.
“It was all for nothing”, Jeffrey grinned. “Your big balls didn’t deliver. We’re back where we started.”
Zach stared at him, his mouth slowly opening and closing.
Manuel helped him get dressed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson. You’ll have to come back and deliver the ten loads.” He smiled weakly. “Maybe we shouldn’t book another five load session. Why don’t you go with two cozy triple load sessions and a quadruple to top things off?”
Zach stared at him, fumbling with his fly.
“Just a second”, Manuel smiled, getting down on one knee. He locked Zach’s sore, spent monster cock up in the chastity cage and pocketed the key. “There we go, Mr. Johnson.”
Zach was silent as they walked down the corridor.
Before Zach and Jeffrey turned to leave, Zach looked at Manuel.
The look in Zach’s eyes was too much for Manuel.
Manuel let out a sigh and pulled Zach and Jeffrey to the side. He made sure that nobody was within earshot. “Listen, Mr. Johnson”, he said in a low voice. “I can make sure that we count half of today’s loads. But that’s all I can do. You’ll still have to deliver eight loads.” He looked at Zach.
Zach nodded.
“Tha---“ He cleared his voice. It was almost inaudible. “Thank you.”
Manuel smiled and looked at Zach.
Zach blinked.
Jeffrey nudged his friend.
“Oh”, Zach croaked and reached inside his pocket, pulling out a couple of dollar bills and handing them to Manuel.
Manuel looked at them.
“Don’t be stingy”, Jeffrey said with a grin. “Manuel has been very generous.”
“Thank you, sir”, Manuel smiled as Zach handed him another handful of crumpled dollar notes. “You’re too kind. I’m looking forward to milking you again.”
Before Zach and Jeffrey left, Manuel pulled Jeffrey aside. “Make sure to give him a couple of punches now and then.” He winked at him. “It knocks the loads loose. We don’t want to see another disaster, right?”
Jeffrey laughed.
Over the course of the next two weeks, Zach received a steady diet of crotch punches from Jeffrey.
When he returned for his next appointment, his balls were nice and full, and Manuel and Jeffrey had no problem extracting three nice, big loads.
Jeffrey was a talented assistant and he proved to be very skilled with the ball press.
Another two weeks later, Manuel let him drain Zach’s balls on his own, only intervening when Jeffrey pressed Zach’s cock by accident. Despite that little setback, Zach shot three very impressive load of juicy cum, and Manuel was full of praise for Jeffrey’s acquired skills.
The final appointment was another week later. It was only two loads, and Jeffrey extracted them easily without using the ball press at all, just by squeezing and squishing Zach’s enormous babymakers.
When they got back to the car, Zach was walking a little funny but he was in a very good mood. After all, his dick had been locked up for more than six weeks. Now it was free again. And it felt awesome.
Granted, it was sore and his balls were bruised and bloated, but Zach was looking forward to using his equipment like it was meant to be used again. He couldn’t wait to show off his unshackled monster to his buddies at the frat house.
He climbed onto the driver’s seat and started the car.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Jeffrey grinned.
Zach chuckled. “Asshole.”
Jeffrey laughed. “Hey, it was your idea, remember? You gave this to me on my birthday.”
Zach sighed and rolled onto the street.
“Speaking of which”, Jeffrey grinned, leaning back in his seat. “It’s your birthday next month, isn’t it?”
Zach slammed on the brakes so hard that the car behind him almost ran into them.
A cacophony of car horns surrounded them as Zach looked at Jeffrey. “That’s not funny, man”, he said in a stern voice.
Jeffrey laughed.
Inside his pocket was the gift voucher that he had filled out while Zach had gotten dressed. The twelve load party pack.
“That’s not fucking funny”, Zach insisted.
Jeffrey grinned and nudged his friend’s shoulder. “I’m just kidding, buddy.”
1 comment:
Yeah, that was quick, wasn't it? :-))
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