Friday, March 3, 2017

The milking machine

Previous parts:
The price of milk
The milkman's apprentice
Don't cry over spilled milk
The milkman always wrings twice

Warning: Can contain gallons of cum.

Featured in this story: BenBrandonCalColinKev and Zach (click for pictures)

“We’re almost done, sir“, Manuel said cheerfully as he stroked the fat, throbbing cock with his strong Hand.

The young man who was lying on top of the massage table let out a grunt as Manuel squeezed his nuts. Two copious loads had already been milked out of them, and they looked a little rumpled. Manuel had his work cut out for him.

He twisted and kneaded the young man’s balls before delivering a series of hard punches to his battered ballbag.

“Here we go, sir”, Manuel said cheerfully as the young man screamed in agony.

A second later, his dick erupted with a huge spurt of spunk. It wasn’t as creamy as the first two loads but it wasn’t bad.

Manuel milked the contents of the young man’s nuts into the cup, making sure to squeeze his nuts when his orgasm subsided, coaxing every last drop of cum out of his spent testicles.

“Alright, sir”, Manuel said, putting a lid on the cup before locking the young man’s dick up again and pocketing the key to the chastity device. “See you in a week.”

The young man let out a miserable groan and climbed off the massage table. He was a regular, a lanky guy who looked like a bit of a nerd. He had enrolled on his 18th birthday, and Manuel had been milking him every week since then.

“Thank you, sir”, Manuel said with a smile when the young man handed him a couple of one dollar bills. “I’m looking forward to milking you again.”

The young man just groaned and hobbled out of the room.

Manuel took off his gloves, put the money in his pocket and tidied up his workplace.

The handsome Latino was tall and muscular, wearing white pants, a white t-shirt and a plastic apron. A couple of tattoos on his arms and neck contrasted nicely with the deep tan of his skin.

Even though he was just 18 years old, Manuel was one of the most senior milkers at the campus subsidiary of the Jerk’n’Drain Milking Station.

He looked at his watch and peeked through the beige curtain that separated his cubicle from the one to his right.

“You done?” Manuel said in a low voice, looking at his colleague.

Jackson rolled his eyes.

The 18 year old jock was working hard on a beercan cock that belonged to a fat man in his early seventies who was bellowing in agony. His hair looked like a comically lopsided wig and his lips were curled in an angry snarl.

Jackson punched his nuts hard, making the man roar in pain.

“We’re already late”, Manuel mouthed, pointing at his watch.

“I know”, Jackson hissed. “The old fucker just won’t cum!”

Manuel raised his eyebrow and stepped into the cubicle. “Hello, sir, my name in Manuel. Is there a problem?”

The man’s face was a mask of pain. “He’s not doing it right”, he grunted. “It feels like he’s ripping my nuts off!”

Manuel smiled. “I assure you, sir, all of our milkers are expertly trained and---“

The man screamed in pain as Jackson’s fist connected with his nutsack. “Bullshit! I want to talk to the management.”

Manuel was unflappable. “If you want to talk to our boss that’s fine, of course, sir, but I think I can help you out. We’ll have that stubborn load out of you in no time.” He put on a new pair of disposable gloves and smiled. “May I, sir?”

The man let out a grunt. “I’ll give you one minute. If we aren’t done by then I’ll talk to your boss.”

“Sure, sir”, Manuel smiled. “Thank you, sir, for giving us another chance.” He looked down at Jackson who was sitting on the milking stool below the massage table. “Get the cup ready.”

With a swift motion, Manuel inserted three fingers into the man’s hole, heading straight for the prostate.

The man gasped.

Below the massage table, a large, watery load filled the cup.

“Wonderful, sir”, Manuel said cheerfully. “Sounds like we have found the source of the problem…”

A few minutes later, Manuel and Jackson were running down the hall.

“Sometimes I hate this job”, Jackson mumbled. “He didn’t even give me a tip.”

“Oh, come on”, Manuel chuckled. “It was perfectly obvious that the guy needed a good, hard buttfuck.”

Jackson sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”

Manuel smiled and playfully nudged Jackson’s shoulder. “A couple more weeks and you’ll have learned how to identify the assholes…”

The stopped in front of a white door.

“Have you worked with the milking machine before?” Manuel asked.

Jackson shook his head.

“It’s not as good as a handmilking”, Manuel said. “But it’s okay.”

He opened the door and they entered the room.

It was larger than the other rooms. In the middle, there was a metal milking device that was surrounded by six terminals. Each terminal consisted of seat that looked like a riding saddle with a hole in the middle. In front of the seat was a flexible tube that was connected to the milking device. A transparent suction cup sat at the end of each tube.

Manuel led Jackson to the milking device. “This is the control panel”, Manuel said. “With these buttons you can calibrate the terminals. Just tell the machine the number of loads you want to extract, and choose the supporting means.” He shrugged. “If you need more than one load I usually pick ‘everything available’ but today I’ll show you what this baby can do.”

Jackson nodded.

Manuel walked over to one of the terminals. “Make sure that the source sits square in the middle. Otherwise it won’t work. And don’t forget to check the cockpiece.” He pointed at the suction cup. “You want the nuts to stay outside of that thing at all times.” He chuckled. “Otherwise it gets nasty…”

Jackson laughed. “Yeah, got it.”

Manuel smiled at him. “Alright, that’s it.”

“That’s easy”, Jackson said, inspecting the suction cup. “No big deal.” He turned to Manuel. “What do you need me for? I mean, you can handle the machine by yourself, right?”

Manuel smiled. “We’re fully booked today. A group of guys that want to make some money for spring break.”

Jackson stared at him. “So?”

“Four loads each”, Manuel said. “I don’t know if the machine can handle it. If push comes to shove we’ll have to do a couple of loads ourselves.”

Jackson nodded. “Alright.”

“Wanna get the guys? They can strip naked in the locker room and you can take off their chastity cages”, Manuel said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a pair of gloves.

A couple of minutes later, the guys were standing in the room, chuckling nervously and cupping their naked crotches. They were around 20 years old, each of them sporting massive erections. Their dicks had been locked up for almost three weeks, and they looked like they were enjoying their recovered freedom.

Cal was a swimmer with short black hair, ebony skin and a perfect swimmer’s build. His huge dick was rock-hard and his massive balls hung low in their sack.

Cal’s Asian-American friend Brandon was a swimmer as well, with muscles in all the right places. His fat, meaty dick wasn’t as big as Cal’s but it definitely belied any nasty stereotypes.

Zach’s dripping dick was the biggest of the bunch, an extraordinarily large tool with a pair of low-hanging balls to match. The blond stud was fumbling with his crotch, an uneasy expression on his face.

Ben looked considerably less shy than Zach. His hands on his hips, the black-haired young man smiled cockily, his big, hard dick pointing at the ceiling.

Ben’s friend Colin ran his hand through his dark blond hair, blinking nervously as he tugged on his fat, meaty boner.

“Alright, here we are”, Kev said with a grin. He was the only one who had come up with the idea. His brown hair was cut short and his athletic body was tanned all over. He had been to the milking station before, and he knew it was a great and easy way to make money.

Manuel nodded at him. “Mr. Stone, always nice to see you.”

Kev grinned and grabbed his junk and squeezed his fat, plump balls. “These are filled to the brim.

Manuel chuckled. “That’s good to hear!” He addressed the group, smiling warmly. “I’m Manuel”, he introduced himself. “And this is Jackson. We are your orgasm assistants for today. Welcome to the Jerk’n’Drain Milking Station, gentlemen. We’re glad you chose our services, and we’re sure you won’t be disappointed. I’m sure Mr. Stone has told you all about us but we’d like to give you a couple of facts nevertheless.” He looked at Jackson.

Jackson’s smile was just as bright as Manuel’s as he rattled down the lines that he had learned on his first day on the job. “There are almost a hundred Jerk’n’Drain Milking Stations in the United States. 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. If it’s sperm it’s Jerk’n’Drain.”

Manuel smiled gently. “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with our services. With a bit of luck, you’ll come again and again and again and again.” He winked at the guys who responded with polite laughter.

Manuel pointed at the terminals that were surrounding the milking stations. “Make yourselves comfortable, gentlemen. I hope your sacks are well-filled. Mr. Stone’s precious stones look like they are about to burst.” He winked at Kev and playfully squeezed his ballbag.

Kev grinned as he mounted the saddle of his terminal. “I hope you can handle all the jizz, Manuel.”

The guys laughed.

“Yeah, I’m so fucking horny, I bet I’ll shoot gallons!” Ben chuckled, taking the seat next to Kev, tugging at his hard dick that was dripping with precum.

“Well, we expect you to, sir!” Jackson said cheerfully as he attached the suction cup to Ben’s dick, weighing his heavy, sperm-filled balls in his hand and giving them a light squeeze. “Anything less than a gallon will be a disappointment.”

“Don’t worry, gentlemen”, Manuel smiled. “We do this every day. There won’t be a drop of cum left in those testicles when we’re done with them.”

“Yeah”, Jackson chimed in cheerfully, shoving Zach’s meaty dick into the suction cup. “We’ll milk you dry, gentlemen, no problem.” Zach’s humungous cock proved to be quite a challenge for the device but with a bit of force Jackson managed to stuff it in, making Zach grunt in discomfort.

When all the guys had been equipped with a suction cup, Manuel and Jackson stood next to the control panel.

“Gentlemen, please grab the handlebars right behind you and put your feet into the foot holders on either side”, Manuel said cheerfully before pressing a button that caused the guys’ hands and feet to be locked in position. At the same time, a metal ring closed around the neck of their balls, pulling them down a little through the hole in the seat.

It wasn’t painful, just a little uncomfortable, but the guys looked slightly nervous now that they were unable to move.

“Think of it as a safety belt. It’s gonna be a wild ride, gentlemen”, Manuel smiled gently. “Ready to get your dicks milked?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

Instead, he punched the “Start” button on the control panel.

“The milking machine needs to warm up a bit”, Manuel explained to Jackson. He addressed the guys. “Everything alright, gentlemen? Do you feel anything, yet?”

Kev let out a soft moan as the suction cup slowly massaged his dick. “Nice”, he mumbled. “Feels like I’m getting a blowjob.”

The other guys started moaning in pleasure as the machine picked up steam, stimulating their hard cocks with steady, gentle moves.

“God”, Brandon groaned. “It feels fantastic.”

Jackson looked at the control panel and pointed at one of the buttons. “What does this one do?”

“That’s the power extractor”, Manuel chuckled. “We won’t need it until later.”

Jackson nodded. “Okay.”

“The first load will be easy”, Manuel said, looking at his watch before turning to Jackson. “Thirty seconds, maybe forty-five for the fat cocks. I don’t think we’ll need any additional stimulants for the time being.”

A second later, Ben’s let out a long, guttural moan as his dick shot a massive load that was sucked through the tube and into the receptacle that was attached to the milking machine. It splattered against the walls of the glass container as the machine made gurgling noises.

“That was quick”, Manuel grinned at Jackson. “Let’s make sure that we get it all.” He pressed a couple of buttons on the control panel and the machine’s noise grew louder as Manuel increased the suction effect of Ben’s terminal.

Ben let out an anguished grunt and his body bucked in his seat as the suction cup moved faster, sucking every drop of cum out of his dick.

“Holy shit!” Ben squeaked as he stared at his crotch.

“Well done, sir”, Manuel said with an encouraging smile. “That was a big one. And you were the first, congratulations!”

Ben’s face broke into a proud smile. “Did you hear that, guys?”

His buddies weren’t paying attention as one by one shot their load, quickly filling the receptacle.

The room was filled with grunts and moans of pleasure that mixed with groans of surprise and pain when Manuel dialed up the intensity of the suction on every terminal.

“Jackson”, Manuel mumbled. “You can change the container. The way these guys are shooting we’ll need a new one for the second load.”

Jackson did as he was told, taking out the receptacle that was filled with creamy spunk, slapping a label on it before putting it into the cooling chamber.

The cooling chamber was a cleverly constructed apparatus designed to cool freshly extracted sperm down to a certain temperature according to Jerk’n’Drain’s quality directive, ensuring the compliance with the company’s strict guidelines regarding texture and creaminess, durability, salinity and protein efficiency, kpm (kilojoules per milliliter), and richness of taste.

As soon as Jackson had put in a new container, Zach announced his second orgasm with a wild roar.

“Damn, your balls are full, huh?” Kev groaned as his own dick was jerked frantically by the machine.

“Not for very much longer”, Manuel said cheerfully, drawing grunting laughs from the guys as Zach’s second load landed inside the receptacle.

The guys grunts and groans filled the room after Manuel dialed the suction intensity up another notch, causing Brandon to instantly shoot his second load.

“Okay, now the fun starts”, Manuel said, lowering his voice and turning to Jackson. “The gadgets work best when the sources don’t know what’s coming.”

Manuel and Jackson shared a laugh at the unintentional pun.

“You’ve seen the hole in the seats”, Manuel smiled. “Of course they are there for a reason.”

“Of course”, Jackson chuckled.

“We have access to their nuts and their assholes”, Manuel explained. “And we have a couple of options.” He pointed at the panel. “AS is the Anal Stimulator. It’s basically a dildo. The number of asterisks determines the size.” He grinned. “Let’s just say that AS***** is a pretty big one.” He winked at Jackson who let out a laugh.

Kev and Ben shot their loads simultaneously, gasping and groaning as their cum was sucked into the container.

“TS is the Testicle Squisher. The number of asterisks determines the intensity. TS***** turns the plums into pancakes.” He held up his hand and illustrated the width with his thumb and forefinger. There was not a lot of air between them.

Jackson laughed.

Colin released the content of his sack with an anguished scream that drowned out the machine’s frantic sucking noises.

Manuel glanced at him and an artificial smile appeared on his lips. “Good load, sir!” Then he turned to Jackson again. “Good god, these guys are cum machines.” He scratched his head. “Where were we?”

“You told me about the pancake maker”, Jackson grinned.

“Yeah, right”, Manuel chuckled. “CC is the Current Converter.”

“Current as in electricity”, Jackson nodded.

“Right”, Manuel said. “Basically, it delivers an electric shock to the testicles. The number of asterisks determines the intensity. So CC*****…” He looked at Jackson expectantly.

“CC***** turns the nards into charcoal?” Jackson suggested with a grin.

Manuel laughed. “You got it.”

Jackson pointed at a red button that stood out from the panel because all the other buttons were white.

“PS is the Problem Solver”, Manuel said. “Don’t use it unless you have to.”

Jackson chuckled. “Alright.”

“I mean it”, Manuel said sternly.

Jackson gulped. “Alright.”

Manuel’s face broke into a grin. “Just kidding. I mean, we’re not supposed to use it on a regular basis. But if a load is stuck inside a guy’s balls…” His voice trailed off as he shrugged his shoulders.

Jackson chuckled. “Okay.”

Manuel looked at the receptacle and knocked his knuckles against the glass.

“Gentlemen, looks like there’s one load missing”, Manuel said cheerfully. “Who’s the bad boy?”

The six guys were moaning and groaning. Their naked bodies were covered in sweat as their dicks were jerked mercilessly by the machine.

Manuel clapped his hands. “Come on, gentlemen, who’s the---“

Cal let out an anguished scream as his dick spat out his second load. His balls were pulled up tight, pulsing and throbbing, as his juicy cum disappeared into the tube and landed in the container, mixing with his buddies’ sperm.

“There we go, sir”, Manuel chuckled. “Well done.” He nodded at Jackson who changed the containers, placing the filled receptacle inside the cooling chamber, and replacing it with an empty one.

The machine continued stimulating the guys’ dicks, not allowing them to get limp, and Manuel turned to Jackson with a smile. “In my experience, the sources need a little additional help for the third load. We could use the Anal Stimulator or the Testicle Squisher. What do you say?”

The guys were grunting and groaning, completely oblivious to the conversation between Manuel and Jackson.

Jackson chuckled. “I say, crush their fucking nuts.”

Manuel laughed and pressed the button that said TS*.

The guys screamed in agony as their nuts were squished flat as six plates rose from beneath their seats.

Naturally, Zach and Cal, the owner of the fattest testicles, were screaming the loudest, but Manuel quickly eliminated the unreasonable disparity by dialing up the pressure on the other guys’ nuts to TS**.

The milking machine was working hard, mercilessly jerking the guy’s cocks as the Testicle Squisher compressed their nuts.

Jackson and Manuel looked around, tapping their feet, bored expressions on their face as they watched the guys writhe on their seats, their naked bodies glistening with sweat.

Screams and grunts echoed through the room.

Manuel looked at his watch. Then he turned to the control panel and pressed the button labeled TS***, causing everybody’s balls to get squashed even flatter.

The shrill squeals and anguished groans told him that it was working, and he winked at Jackson. “It’s a good thing that this room is soundproof”, he quipped.

Jackson laughed.

“Do you want to take over?” Manuel offered, smiling at Jackson.

“Sure”, Jackson chuckled before taking Manuel’s place at the control panel.

“Their nuts are nice and flat, now, which is the ideal situation for the third load”, Manuel explained. “You could give them a little shock if you like.”

“Fuck yeah”, Jackson grinned and pressed the button CC*.

Simultaneously, all six nutsacks were shocked with a short, quick jolt of electricity that made them scream from the top of their lungs.

The combination of crushing and shocking the nuts at the same time proved to be a very effective method of extracting a load of cum.

Ben announced his third orgasm by an animalistic growl that made Manuel and Jackson smile. The milking machine gurgled and chortled as Ben’s load were sucked out of his throbbing balls.

When Ben’s orgasm came to an end, Manuel treated his testicles to another jolt of electricity that was rewarded with a renewed flow of cum.

Soon, the other guys followed suit, emptying their balls and filling the third sperm receptacle with an impressive amount of cum.

Cal and Kev came at the same time, screaming and shrieking as their tortured balls gave up their loads.

Manuel delivered a double shock to their fat balls just when they thought their balls were drained.

Brandon’s face was a mask of pain, his eyes clenched shut, his hair dripping wet with sweat, as his fat, sore dick released his baby batter.

By now, Jackson had picked up Manuel’s trick, zapping Brandon’s busy balls with a series of well-timed electric shocks that made his orgasm last well over three minutes and produced a very impressive and exemplarily creamy output.

Colin was next. He looked like he was about to puke, his muscular body pale, his skin moist. But instead of throwing up, his dick spat out a copious load of cum that was immediately sucked into the sperm container.

Big-balled stud Zach was panting and moaning, his face contorted in pain. “Oh my fucking god”, he grunted as the machine milked his cock. “Oh my fucking GOD!”

Manuel and Jackson burst out laughing as a huge load was sucked out of Zach’s nuts, and Jackson made sure to shock his big, flattened balls a couple of times to extract every drop of sperm.

Thanks to Manuel’s clever method of prolonging the orgasm by zapping the nuts at the right moment, the third container was filled with almost the same amount of as the second one.

While Jackson put the container into the cooling chamber, Manuel checked on the guys’ balls.

“How are you, sir?” he said cheerfully, squinting at Zach’s crotch. His huge nuts were squished flat against the plate. They looked swollen and bruised. His dick was lobster red. “Okay”, Manuel smiled. “Looks good.”

One by one, he inspected the guys’ goods, cheerfully commenting on their size and cracking lighthearted jokes about the pitiful state of their dicks.

When he stood in front of Kev, Manuel looked up at him. “I’m not sure there’s another load in there”, he said slowly, poking at Kev’s squished nutmeat, making Kev scream from the top of his lungs.

Kev let out an anguished scream.

“Does this hurt?” Manuel asked with an innocent smile.

“Fucking hell, of course it does!” Kev groaned.

Manuel gave Kev’s battered balls a playful smack and winked at him. “Just joking, Mr. Stone. Milkmen’s humor…”

Kev let out a weak laugh.

“Don’t worry, we’ll squish another load out of those balls”, Manuel said cheerfully, returning to the control panel. “Get ready for round four, gentlemen.” He looked at Jackson and smiled. “Now watch.”

Jackson chuckled.

Manuel pressed a series of buttons on the control panel, squishing the guys’ nuts a little flatter, changing the electricity to a regular series of impulses that zapped the guys’ balls every other second and choosing a mid-sized Anal Stimulator for good measure.

Jackson watched, slowly shaking his head in disbelieve as the guys’ assholes were invaded by impressive dildos that started fucking their holes at a steady pace while electric shocks were delivered to their testicles. “Wow!”

“Looks fun, huh?” Manuel joked while dialing up the speed of the Anal Stimulator.

The guys were screaming and wailing in agony, their muscular bodies dripping with sweat, their faces contorted in pain, as their dicks were milked, their nuts were crushed and shocked, and their asses were fucked mercilessly.

Within five minutes, all but Zach had shot their loads, filling the fourth sperm receptacle with their creamy stud sauce.

Ben, Kev, Cal, Brandon and Colin were strapped to their seats, spent and exhausted, waiting for Zach to finish his final orgasm. Manuel had stopped the Testicle Squisher, the Current Converter and the Anal Stimulator for them, and they had thanked him profusely.

Now they were dying to get out of their seats. But for security reasons they couldn’t get off their seats until the last load was extracted.

Ben was staring at his junk, a vacant expression on his face. His balls were severly swollen, red and bruised, and his dick was sore and limp.

Kev’s junk didn’t look any better, and he preferred not to look too closely. Instead, he focused on Zach. “Shoot that fucking load, man!” he yelled. “What the fuck are you waiting for?!”

Cal had his eyes closed. His ridiculously bloated balls were dangling between his thighs, and his huge schlong looked like a fire hose that hadn’t been in use for a couple of years, hanging down listlessly. His shaft looked raw and sore.

His buddy Brandon’s eyes were fixed on his nuts. “My fucking balls”, he repeated over and over again. “My fucking balls.”

“Fucking do it!” Colin yelled at Zach. “Your balls are so fucking huge, there’s got to be another load in them!”

Manuel looked at his watch. “Damn, we’re late. The machine is booked for another group immediately after this”, he scratched his head. “Apparently it’s a bachelor’s party.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. A bored looking young man looked into the room. “Hey, Manuel, what’s taking you so long?!”

Manuel smiled. “Five more minutes and we’re done.”

The young man grumbled something unintelligible and closed the door.

Manuel cleared his throat. “Sir”, he said, smiling at Zach who was wailing agony. “Do you need a little more help?”

“Nooo!” Zach screamed. “Please, no!”

Manuel smiled. “You sure? I’m sure we can coax that load out of you.“

“No, please”, Zach yelled, his eyes clenched shut, his face contorted in pain as his nuts were tormented and his ass was brutally fucked. “Just make it stop!”

Manuel smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t do that. You signed up for four loads, and I’m not allowed to let you go until we have it.”

Zach let out an anguished grunt.

Manuel turned to Jackson. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Jackson’s face broke into a grin. “The Problem Solver?”

Manuel chuckled. “The Problem Solver.” He pressed the button on the control panel.

All eyes were on Zach as the milking machine went into overdrive.

The suction cup that was covering Zach’s humungous cock started jerking it frantically.

The dildo retracted and was immediately replaced by a much bigger version that entered Zach’s ass, fucking him hard and deep.

The metal plate that had flattened Zach’s nuts disappeared, allowing his bruised and bloated balls to dangle freely for a moment. The moment was short, though, as a wooden mallet rose from below, smashing Zach’s battered balls hard.

Again and again, the mallet pounded Zach’s nuts, eliciting all kinds of funny noises from him.

Zach’s friends couldn’t help but laugh at Zach’s shocked face.

Jackson turned to Manuel, an amused expression on his face.

“Great, huh?” Manuel chuckled.

Zach was screaming and squealing from the top of his lungs. The mallet crunched his nuts energetically while the extralarge dildo was stimulating his prostate and the milking device was jerking his oversized dick.

After a couple of minutes of merciless nut-punding and ass-pounding, Zach finally shot his load.

His buddies cheered and clapped their hands as Zach’s cum mixed with theirs inside the sperm receptacle.

Manuel let the pounding go on for a little while after Zach’s orgasm was over, just to make sure that there was not a drip of cum left inside Zach’s fat nuts.

As soon as he was sure that Zach’s balls were completely empty, he turned off the machine.

Jackson and Manuel helped the six guys climb off their seats, complimenting them on their endurance and praising the massive loads that they had shot.

The guys’ dicks were limp and beet-red, looking sore and raw. Their balls were almost ridiculously bloated and covered in bruises.

“You might want to give your dick a rest for a while”, Manuel said with a smile. “Not that you could do anything with it in the next couple of days.” He let out a laugh.

The guys were groaning and cupping their aching nuts.

“After a week’s rest you should be able to have an erection again”, Manuel continued. “Don’t be surprised if it’s a little painful.” He smiled brightly. “You’ll get your money at the reception. Thank you for choosing Jerk’n’Drain. I hope we’ll see each other soon.”

Kev cleared his throat. “Thanks, Manuel”, he mumbled, handing him a couple of bills.

“You’re too kind, Mr. Stone”, Manuel said with a bright smile, pocketing the money.

Jackson led the guys out of the room while Manuel set up the machine for the next group.

A little later, the room was filled with six good-humored, naked hunks.

Manuel cleared his throat. “I’m Manuel and this is Jackson. We are your orgasm assistants for today. Welcome to the Jerk’n’Drain Milking Station, gentlemen. We’re glad you chose our services, and we’re sure you won’t be disappointed.”

“There are almost a hundred Jerk’n’Drain Milking Stations in the United States”, Jackson continued cheerfully. “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. If it’s sperm it’s Jerk’n’Drain.”

Manuel smiled gently. “I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with our services. With a bit of luck, you’ll come again and again and again and again.” He winked at the guys who responded with polite laughter.


David Walker said...

There's a church in the Harlem district of New York City with a "pastor" that makes any fundamentalist sound like a liberal. Of course, he hates gay people and is constantly finding new ways of assuring us we're going to hell. Or worse. One of his better flights into la la land was when he accused Starbucks of using semen as the milk in the lattes. He tried to explain himself and only dug himself in deeper.
Many of us read about that on a blog/news site that posts news about LGBTQ people or the treatment of us. This asshole's rant gave rise to many of referring to it as Starbuck's Satanic Sodomite Semen Latte.

Anonymous said...

Yesssss! Finally a milking machine story! Love it!

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments, guys! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))

PJ said...

Milking machines could become addictive. Easy to see one or more groups wanting to come oftener and oftener until on one option was left, for their final load, the sack has to be sacrificed to meet the quota. Sort of a little game, like hangman played with a real gallows. The agony and pleasure of being milked leads you right to the edge, the final contract, the final load...however acquired.

Alex said...

Thanks for your comment, PJ! :-))