Date: 15 May 2001 16:19:48 -0000
From: Greg Stone <gregstone@eroticstories.com>
Subject: Cum-Farm-3 (gay, auth/rural)

Cum Farm, part 3

by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com


For the next two weeks things went smoothly at Mr. Stevens' farm. The
seven boys he'd hired for the summer to supply him with cum were doing
fine, producing huge amounts of rich teenage cum six times a day, seven
days a week. And, thanks to a change in the feed, their production had
gone up six percent since they first arrived.

One day Stevens was looking over the production data and noticed a
problem: the quantity of cum the boys produced at night was dropping
slightly. At night they were hooked up to mechanical milking
devices--plastic vacuum pumps that masturbated them in their sleep. These
worked by having a lubricated rubber ring inside the pump slide up and
down their cocks in coordination with the sucking action of the vacuum,
after which the full load of cum was sucked through a tube at the end and
into a central storage system. The boys on the farm team had no waking
memories of the milking, only vague recollections of highly erotic dreams
in which their girlfriends, prom queens, or slutty girls they knew at
college were expertly sucking them off.

Stevens thought about it then realized what the problem was: with repeated
bi nightly milkings, their bodies had grown habituated to the
vacuum-sucking and were now less readily excited by it, making their
orgasms less intense and the quantity of ejaculate smaller. It didn't take
him long to figure out a solution.

That evening after ten, the boys were lying back on their cots, relaxing
and settling in after having been milked by Joey. He was just finishing up
and packing up their samples, when instead of leaving Mr. Stevens produced
another large box with wires hanging over the edge.

"I'm afraid you boys have begun to underproduce at night. No, don't worry,
it's not your fault--it's just that you've become to accustomed to the
sensation of the vacuum pumps." As he spoke, the boys began to fit
themselves with the pumps. They were responsible for fitting them at night
and removing them in the morning. Stevens looked on with pleasure as he
watched the seven teen studs stuff their thick cocks into the clear
plastic tubes, then close the rubber seal at the base just at their groins
to ensure a perfect seal when the machine started up.

"I've been watching you fellows over the past fortnight to understand what
helps you to produce more, and I've come up with a simple, cheap
solution." He wheeled the trolley down to the first cock where Tyler lay,
his cock neatly encased in the vacuum tube and the thin cotton sheet that
was their only bedding half-covering his muscular body. Stevens reached
into the box and pulled a long black tube with wires at one end.

"Now, I know none of you boys is really into any of that queer shit, and
as soon as your work here is done you'll be back doggy-fucking Mary Jane
and Becky Sue in the back seats of your Mustangs. But I also know you boys
have come to appreciate variety." He gestured impatiently to Tyler for him
to raise his legs. The 20 year-old stud raised them high and gripped the
backs of his thighs open, exposing his asshole. "From now on, every night
you'll also be fitted with one of these stimulant attachments, and that
should solve our production dilemma." He passed the device to Joey. It was
made of smooth, shiny black vinyl, with a slightly bulbous head like a
dildo. But it was also a little thinner than a dildo, so as not to stretch
the boys too much--yet.

Joey lubed the device up well and worked it up Tyler's ass. The 20
year-old twitched a bit as he was unused to being penetrated more than the
length of a finger, but it went in easily and he soon found it
unobtrusive. Then Joey took the wire dangling from the other end and
plugged it into a wire connection suspended from the ceiling. Eventually
all seven boys on the team had been fitted with the devices, and the
increased number of wires and tubes dangling from the ceiling over their
beds made the room look more like the dairy barn it had once been.

When they were finished installing the devices up the boys' asses, Stevens
and Joey packed up and left without further ado. "Sweet dreams, boys," was
all the boss said as he shut off the lights and closed the door. Soon the
seven members of the cum farm team were fast asleep and snoring loudly.



Stevens stayed up late that night, watching the business news and sipping
a glass of whiskey. At a quarter to two he turned off the TV and crossed
the small field separating his residence on the compound from the barn
where the boys were kept. He re-entered their room quietly, finding his
way with a flashlight. He pulled up a chair in the middle of the seven
partitioned stalls and waited.

As the clock on the wall struck two, the machines went into action. First,
with a lot of quiet whirring and clicking, the vacuum pumps started up,
subjecting the teens' thick cocks to a gentle in-and-out sucking action.
The sucking forced the lubricated rubber rings inside the pumps to glide
up and down their dicks, helping them get hard faster. The boys twitched
and rustled a bit in their sleep as they began to dream about having their
cocks sucked.

A low buzzing sound came next: it was the vibrators Stevens had planted up
their asses. At once the boys twitched and shifted in their cots as the
deep-penetrating rods buzzed and tickled their anal rings and rectums. It
was a success, for at once the boys got so hard so quickly that their
vacuum pumps jumped between their legs. They began to moan quietly as
their breathing increased. Some of them reached down to their groins and
dreamily clutched their heavy balls while they machines sucked and reamed
them, and a few of them began muttering the names of girls they knew back
in the city.

Stevens walked down the row of partitioned, elevated cots, inspecting his
prized livestock with the flashlight. The pumps made their already
generous cocks even huger, almost obscenely, frighteningly large. Their
muscular chests rose and fell as they breathed hard in their arousal, and
they were all unconsciously cupping and caressing their big balls.

The program that ran the night-time milking machines increased the speed
of the pumps and the vibration frequencies of the dildos. The rubber rings
ran quickly and tightly up and down their cocks, programmed to imitate the
same firm, quick strokes that the boys had practiced back home in their
beds and showers. Their chests rose and fell more rapidly, taking in the
large amounts of oxygen they needed to work their big cocks and produce
their valuable juice.

And then the boys began to cum. Almost simultaneously, they began to
thrash in their cots and buck their hips as the warm, translucent cream
jetted copiously from their fat teen dicks. The vacuum machine at once
sensed the change and activated the sucking device that extracted every
drop, and Stevens watched with pride as all the thick cream ran up the
clear tubes, across the ceiling from which the metal rails suspended the
tubes, then through the wall and into the central collection tanks in the
next room. When it was over, the vacuum pumps and vibrators slowed gently,
then stopped, and the milking program shut down. He looked at his watch:
it was seven minutes after two. The boys, some of them still cupping their
balls, settled back into deep sleep and loud snores.

Stevens went into the collection room beside the stalls and checked the
intake: wonderful. Not only had the anal stimulus managed to raise the
boys' cum production, but it had increased it by eight percent. He would
buy that winter home in Belize yet.

*	*	*	*	*	*

Everything was going swimmingly at the cum farm by the third week. The
boys were healthy, well-fed and producing more generously than ever, and
Mr. Stevens was converting their cum into tank after tank of high-end,
super-productive fertilizer. The ejaculate from only one boy's evening
collection could produce four four-liter tanks, and with the conversion
process being so cheap and the demand so good it meant he was pocketing as
profit over $125 per orgasm, or more than $35,000 a week. He began to
concern himself more with how to spend it in the future, until trouble
began.

The boys were normally well supervised during the day, especially during
milking time. In fact, it was hardly surprising that Mr. Stevens and Joey
enjoyed watching them; it seemed you could never grow tired of watching
seven smooth, muscular young guys with big cocks getting off, six times a
day, seven days a week. He especially enjoyed watching them through the
security cameras during their regular two p.m. freestyle masturbation,
when the boys generally got into such frenetic group action that Mr.
Stevens had to supervise in order to make sure that the overworked young
studs managed to catch their cum in the beakers he provided.

But the night collections were different. Stevens had full confidence in
the automated machinery, and he was satisfied to check the morning take
rather than interrupt his sleep for the two and six a.m. milkings.

One night this became a problem. Chad, who usually slept through the night
like all the boys, woke up one night around one-thirty. He sat up for a
minute, listening to the sound of his teammates snoring in their cots,
then took his sheet off. At the initial interview they'd asked if he was a
sound, deep sleeper, and he'd said yes. That wasn't really true, since he
really slept quite lightly and could awaken at the slightest noise. He'd
also lied to Mr. Stevens when he'd been asked if he'd ever had anything up
his ass, but since Stevens had refused to stamp his ass with the red
cherry it was clear he couldn't always be fooled.

Carefully Chad removed the vacuum pump from his dick, then withdrew the
slim black vibrator from his ass. The sensation of the bulbous head
passing through and stretching his anus gave him a chubby, and he withdrew
the device with deliberate slowness to enjoy it. He got out of bed and
walked down to the last cot, where Curt was kept.

Over the past three weeks, ever since that afternoon when he'd forced Curt
to his knees to suck his big cock, Chad had developed a thing for young,
baby-faced Curt. He could read submissiveness in his eyes and movements
whenever he was around him, and he always tried to nab him first for the
two o'clock freestyle so he could fuck his hot mouth or finger his
extra-smooth ass. He loved the sight of that sweet, tender pink hole
nestled between those muscular cheeks, and the way it flexed and
contracted when the blond teen shot his hot wad.

Chad reached over and slowly removed Curt's bedsheet. The room was kept
warm so it didn't disturb the sleeper. He stood back to admire the hot,
smooth-bodied teen sleeping innocently in his cot, his lower regions wired
up to the anal vibrator and the pump tubing. Chad reached over and gently
caressed one of the boy's nipples until it hardened beneath his fingers.
Curt groaned in his sleep and reached up to touch it too. Chad then
pinched and tickled the other nipple until it was just stiff, and Curt
moaned the name of his girlfriend. His cock began to swell in its plastic
housing.

When Chad saw that he knew he needed a taste of it. He carefully removed
the vacuum pump from Curt's cock, which flopped semi-rigidly out of the
tube. Because the cots were all four feet off the ground, the teen's cock
was level with Chad's belly. He gripped it by the base and stroked it to
full hardness, loving the moans and sighs that Curt made. Then he leaned
forward and placed the bulbous mushroom head in his mouth, and began to
suck.

Chad loved the cock. It tasted fresh, solid, and warm. He whirled his
tongue around the thick shaft as he began to suck harder, bobbing up and
down the large tube of teen meat like an expert. He nibbled on the spongy
head and caressed the boy's heavy balls, listening to him sigh and moan in
his deep sleep.

Suddenly the whirring and clicking sounds of the milking program started:
it was two o'clock, and all the boys began to rustle in their beds as the
vacuum mechanism masturbated them. A few seconds later the low buzzing of
the vibrators kicked in. Chad, who had never observed the process, was
fascinated for a bit by the sight of the other five young studs being made
erect and horny by the machines. The unusual sight, and the taste of
Curt's big cock in his mouth, got his own prick fully erect and jutting
forward.

The vibrator fascinated him, and he saw the opportunity to control Curt's
pleasure even more. He grasped the device by its base and began to slowly
pump it back and forth up the boy's ass, timing it to the rhythm of his
blowjob. Curt's moans grew louder, as the increased roughness of the
action slowly roused him from sleep. Chad sucked harder and faster,
thrusting the vibrator in and out as the boy's breathing grew deeper and
more ragged.

Suddenly Curt's cock twitched in Chad's mouth and his balls jumped in his
hand. Chad awoke suddenly to find himself cumming hard.

"Hunh...oooh....what's hap--....oooooh!" he sighed, and spurted several
large dollops of hot, salty cum into Chad's sucking mouth. He swallowed
every single one, squeezing Curt's balls to ensure every drop came out.
Then, just when Curt thought he had cum his last, Chad slowly pulled out
the vibrator, giving one last twirl of his tongue around the boy's shaft
as the bulbous head stretched through the tight anal ring. Curt spasmed
violently in his cot and shot two very final wads into Chad's mouth, then
lay back gasping for air.

"Hey man, who's there, who--" stammered Curt as he came around. Chad
realized suddenly that Curt's noises had been concealed in part by the
slight noise the other team members and their machines had been making,
but they had all just cum as well and were now silent. He threw himself
forward onto the cot, landing right on top of Curt. He clamped his left
hand over the young stud's mouth, then, when Curt raised his hand in
self-defense, grabbed him by the wrist with his other hand and pinned him
down.

Curt was helpless and confused, unable to speak and panting nervously
through his nose, his fighting arm pinned solidly down by Chad's
impressive strength. The dominant boy was right on top of him, his hard
shaft pressing into his muscled abdomen, and both their bodies slick with
sweat.

"Now listen here, bitch," hissed Chad into Curt's ear. "I've had my eyes
on your little boypussy since day one. I trained you to suck cock and how
to take a finger up your ass, and now it's time for the next lesson." Curt
thrashed in panic, trying to throw Chad off. But despite his slightly
smaller stature, he had a far more solid build and a solid lock on Curt.
Chad's cock was rock hard and leaking an almost continuous stream of
pre-cum, since he was so aroused at the thought of taking Curt's tight
cherry.

Chad slipped his legs in between Curt's, then slowly forced them apart.
For a moment they both strained, their muscular legs rippling and pulsing
as Curt struggled to keep his legs together, but it was no use as he was
generally weaker, and also exhausted from just having cum. When he had
forced the boy's thighs well apart, Chad slid slowly down the boy's
pre-cum lubricated belly, until his raging hardon popped down between his
groin. Chad shifted until he felt his cockhead between the 18 year-old's
smooth asscheeks, right up against his anal ring. Curt's eyes widened with
worry and pleasure as the dripping shaft nestled against his asshole. They
lay like that for a moment, until slowly Curt relaxed and closed his eyes,
enjoying the feel of the pulsing mushroom head at his back door. But Chad
never relaxed his grip over Curt's mouth.

Then suddenly Chad began to push upward. His cockhead popped into Curt's
cherry ass, and he screamed. Chad had his hand clamped so tightly over
Curt's mouth, that it sounded like nothing more than a deep sigh, and he
kept on pushing. Curt thrashed and shook as the huge, thick shaft drove
mercilessly up his tight anus. He squeezed hard, trying to expel it, but
that only made matters worse, since the increased tightness excited Chad
and made him even more determined to fully bust the young stud's cherry.
Unable to regain control, Curt raised his legs high in the air to reduce
his discomfort.

When Chad was all the way in, he began to fuck Curt hard. He had to be
careful to make as little noise as possible as he pumped in and out of the
exquisitely close fitting rectum. The only sounds in the room were the
other boys snoring, the slight creaking of the overweighted cot, and the
strained panting and grunting of both boys. Chad was pumping his pussyboy
hard, enjoying the thrill of taking him by surprise. Eventually Curt's
asshole relaxed and he began to enjoy it more, and his cock slowly
returned to stiffness. When he felt Curt get hard, Chad spoke again to him
in a harsh whisper.

"All right, you fuckin' bitch--unh--I know you fuckin' love it--unh--you
love daddy's tool up your back door--huunh--now daddy's gonna give it to
ya!" he hissed. He released Curt's mouth and wrist from his powerful grip,
then stood up at the end of the cot, his cock still buried deep inside his
boytoy. He grasped Curt by the hips and began to slam hard in and out of
his ass, his sweaty balls slapping noisily against his cheeks. Curt
reached down and began to jerk himself off, panting hard as he endured his
teammate's brutal assfuck.

Chad lunged forward one last time and tightened his grip on Curt's hips.
At once cum pulsed violently from his twitching balls and deep into Curt's
bowels, causing Chad to gasp and groan quietly as he emptied his load. The
throbbing in his ass brought Curt off. He squeezed his big balls with his
other hand and sprayed a second load all over his smooth belly. For a few
seconds there was nothing but the extraordinary image of two young studs,
their muscles rippling and glistening with sweat, joined at the midsection
as they lost themselves in orgasm. Then at last they relaxed and Chad
pulled out of the sweet 18 year-old ass.

"Just remember, not a word," said Chad menacingly to Curt before heading
back to his stall. Curt fumbled nervously with some tissues as he wiped
his belly, then quickly reinstalled his vacuum pump. Then he slowly
re-inserted the vibrator up his ass. He was surprised as he did that at
how different it felt: comforting, somehow. He lay there for a while,
unable to sleep as he attempted to figure out what to make of what he'd
done. But by the time the machines began to whir and click again with the
six o'clock milking program, he was lost again in deep sleep.



That, as Chad had intended, was just the beginning of a whole sequence of
illicit and very forbidden encounters that he initiated with Curt. Despite
the rigid rules against wasting cum and engaging in unauthorized sex, he
now regularly made use of the boy's deliciously tight ass for his own,
cum-wasting pleasure. This went on for over a week, and quickly
accelerated to meet the true pace of Chad's rapacious sexual tastes and
urges. He regularly took Curt once at night, and during the day he took
pleasure in finding a variety of ways to enjoy the young blond's smooth
and submissive body. Though they always made it back in time for the
regular daytime milkings and produced enough, they also wasted huge
amounts of the precious cream too, onto the floor, down the shower drains,
onto their bellies, up Curt's ass, or down each other's throats.

In the shower room, while the other team members were playing video games,
Chad took the belt from a bathrobe and tied Curt's wrists together, then
tied the other end to one of the high shower heads. Forced to stand on
tiptoe, Curt hung awkwardly against the wall while Chad fingered his ass,
jerked him off into the shower drain, or fucked him--always very hard. He
liked to jerk Curt off as he fucked him, to make his anus pulse with
orgasm around his cock just as he came too.

In the machine shop, he made Curt lie face-up on the floor and tied his
ankles and wrists to opposite poles. Then he squatted over the squirming
boy's face and forced him to eat his muscled ass, punishing him with hard
pinches of his tits if he failed to lick his master's anus as he asked.
Whenever he did this, Chad sat facing forward to Curt's feet, and the
intensity of the forced rimming caused Chad's cock to leak an almost
continuous drool of pre-cum onto Curt's chest, so copious it would start
to pool on the floor before he came.

There were many other innovations: an enema set made from kitchen
implements, a dowel from the shed that he carved into a double-headed
dildo, the discovery of where the lube supply was kept. But those were
time-consuming projects. All Chad really needed to carry on his forbidden
affair was the odd bit of rope, and at least ten minutes of privacy here
and there. He introduced Curt to a number of intense pleasures, and in his
capacity for sexual invention Chad, always a vain young man, thought he
rivaled Mr. Stevens. How wrong he was.



One day just after lunch, Mr. Stevens interrupted the team while they were
relaxing in the lounge. He said he just needed their help for a moment:
some heavy lifting to do and a surprise in appreciation of their
tremendous productivity. He asked them to come in the nude as well, so
they all casually slipped out of their uniforms of pale blue t-shirts and
light grey nylon shorts. He and Joey led them to a small building near the
dairy barn where they were kept, and when they entered found themselves in
a large, brightly lit warehouse full of boxes, with ropes hanging from the
ceiling. Stevens reached into a bag he'd brought with him and produced two
odd-looking large black sheets.

"Today I would like to honor a couple of your teammates who have made
exceptional leaps in productivity," he said. "Chad, Curt, please step
forward." They stepped before him, Chad smiling smugly to himself in the
belief that he had really deceived Mr. Stevens. "Boys, your productivity
of late has been astonishing." Stevens clapped both of them on the
shoulders and said there was another treat, a big cake, and if they would
just maybe lie down on these blankets and close their eyes, he'd have
their teammates wheel it in.

Chad and Curt, still tickled at the thought of winning a prize, lay down
on the floor, eyes shut. They heard Mr. Stevens and Joey whispering to
Tyler, Rick, Andy, Brian, and Will, and there was some snickering and
laughing, then Chad thought he felt something touch his ankles.

"Ready, set...SURPRISE!" yelled Stevens. Chad and Curt opened their eyes
then suddenly felt themselves jerk violently upward. The shock was so
sudden that Chad was disoriented for several seconds by the movement, and
also by the sudden pain in his ankles.

When he came around he realized that he was suspended face-up in mid-air,
about three feet off the ground. Four ropes had been looped through the
four corners of the "blanket" and were now hanging him as if in a strange
hammock. Two knotted leather straps had been slipped around each of his
ankles and had tightened sharply when they'd jerked upward; these were
bound high up to the ropes on either side, forcing his legs up and apart.
He began to struggle, seeing Curt do the same in the corner of his eye,
until someone grabbed his wrists from behind and a another heavy leather
strap bound them together. The strap was then attached to one of the ropes
over his head.

Curt and Chad looked on in horror as the remaining five boys, Mr. Stevens
and Joey stood back and laughed. They were strung up helplessly in the two
leather harnesses, their legs forced apart and high up, their muscular
arms tightly bound together at the wrists and raised high up, just behind
their heads. They struggled in vain at the thick leather straps.

>From where Stevens stood it was a fine sight indeed. Two smooth, muscled
young dudes bound in utter helplessness in mid-air, their asses fully
exposed, begging for mercy. Stevens reached into his bag and pulled out a
wooden paddle, then approached Chad and turned to the other boys.

"Now you're going to see what happens to thieves!" he thundered. "These
two little snots have been stealing regularly from me for more than a
week, and I am not going to tolerate it for one more minute!" And with
that he delivered four sharp, stinging swats on Chad's ass with the
paddle. Chad howled in pain as the varnished pine made contact with his
cheeks, and in mere seconds his butt was a flaming red. Stevens did
likewise to Curt, who wailed and cried with each swat. They stopped
struggling, their round, red asses swaying back and forth in the air.

"You two little bastards have stolen a lot of product from me over the
past ten days, and now you're gonna pay for it!" Curt's thoughts raced
back in a panicked review of his illicit episodes with Chad, and he
thought regretfully of all the cum he'd sprayed down the shower drain or
wiped away with a tissue.

"B-but Mr. Stevens, it wasn't me," he said fearfully, trying to explain
himself. "It was Chad who made me do it, he--OOOOOOW"! Stevens' reply to
the appeal was another brutal stroke of the paddle on the boy's already
tender ass.

"Shut up!" bellowed Stevens. "Both of you are equally responsible, I don't
care who started what. All I care about is seeing you two whores made very
sorry, and getting back all the cum you've stolen from me!" He dropped the
paddle to the floor with a loud clatter. "I've got every damn moment on
videotape from the security cameras," he said more calmly. "Now, I've
calculated just how much cum you little bitches stole from me, and you're
going to pay it back today--every single drop. And in the spirit of
teamwork, everyone's going to pitch in."

He instructed the other five guys, whose cocks were now all rock hard and
swollen at the sight of Chad and Curt's red asses and exposed assholes,
that they were to personally extract ten samples from each boy to make up
what they had wasted together. More severely, they were to provide this in
addition to being subjected to their daily milking quota.

At the first the other boys were focused solely on the supposed
impossibility of the task, but Stevens had anticipated this. He appealed
to their self-interest by saying that, in order to make extraction easier,
and as a reward to them for their honesty, they would each be allowed an
additional two orgasms in the process--so long as they collected it as
well.

That did the trick. At once their faces registered crude animal lust.
Tyler and Rick, standing at the front, started shafting their big
eight-inch cocks in their hands, until they were dripping pre-cum onto the
concrete floor. The other three followed suit, cupping their balls and
toying with their nipples as they waited for the signal to start. Stevens
produced some condoms and beakers for them to collect their product in,
several tubes of lube, and a couple of large, ridged dildos.

"Now, go to it, boys," he said gleefully. "Don't spare their thieving
asses or their lying mouths. Just get me back what's mine!" Armed only
with their hard, hormone-fired bodies and a couple of dildos, the
remaining five young studs went after Chad and Curt with a lustful
vengeance. The two captives thrashed in their leather harnesses, trying to
loosen their straps, but it was pointless. They were at the mercy of their
teammates's limitless sexual energy.

Tyler, who had never really liked Chad that much, kneeled before his
swaying harness and, with his hands firmly on Chad's ass, glued his lips
to the 20 year-old's asscrack and began to suck and lick his anus. Rick
found a small stool and stood at the other end, his powerful thighs
gripping Chad's head as he forced the delinquent stud's face between his
butt to tongue his ass as well. He still struggled in his bonds, unused to
submission, but his cock swelled too as he savored the expert tongueing he
was getting between his muscular, leather-bound legs.

Curt was getting it too from the other three, but was more accustomed to
being the bottom and had submitted to the restraint of the leather
harness. Andy had turned the boy's head to the sign and was slowly feeding
him his thick, veiny shaft, and experienced with amazement the kind of
succulent cocksucking that Chad had secretly enjoyed for over a week.
Meanwhile Will had greased up a ridged dildo and was slowly pushing it up
Curt's ass, keeping a steady grip on the bound teammate's smooth thighs to
keep him from wiggling away from it. Brian stood beside Curt, fisting his
own cock with one hand while with the other he shafted Curt's with an
agonizing, unbearable slowness. The smell of seven sweaty cocks dripping
pre-cum filled the room.

Tyler fitted one of the large condoms over Chad's cock and began to milk
him as he continued tongueing his ass. Chad groaned from between Rick's
asscheeks, and in a minute he spasmed in his harness, filling the condom
with hot cum. Stevens came over and removed it carefully, then leaned over
and sucked the thick, flaccid meat clean, leaving it ready for more.

Andy was pumping faster in and out of Curt's sweet mouth. Suddenly he
withdrew, groaning and gripping his cock, and ran for a beaker. He picked
one up just in time to blow his load into it, then passed it to Stevens
and went back for more. Next it was Brian's turn, beating off into a
condom as he continue to torture Curt with a slow, well-lubed
cock-stroking. He filled the extra-large reservoir with his cream, then
removed and fitted it over Curt's cock. He increased his shafting to a
violent speed, and instantly Curt buckled in his harness and gave up his
load, filling the rubber with a double load.

But it was Will who took the prize. He switched places with Tyler, who
replaced the dildo in Curt's ass with a couple of fingers. Will grabbed
Chad's thighs and placed his cock against his well-tongued asshole, then
shoved--hard. Chad let out a long, pleasure-filled wail. It was no
surprise to Stevens that there was no pain in the cry, for he had examined
Chad's ass himself that first night and known that the boy was no stranger
at all to ass-banging. Soon Chad's red, exhausted cock was back to full
stiffness as he swayed back and forth in the harness with Will's vigorous
backdoor pummelling. Unlike the others the was taking his time, wanting to
savor the pleasure of using his cock to punish Chad and bring him back to
the team.

Tyler followed suit and, slowly withdrawing his fingers with a lot of
wiggling, replaced them with his well-greased cock. As soon as his head
popped through the relaxed anal muscle, he gasped at the incredible,
glove-like tightness of Curt's firm ass. Tyler grimaced and panted as he
continued to shove forward, determined to feel his victim's smooth
asscheeks pressed firmly against his own sweaty groin.

Rick was content where he was, his hands still gripped under Chad's head
as he continued to force him to eat his hot ass.

"Unh yeah, bitch, eat my ass out, tongue it good," he grunted as he
rotated and ground his lower body over Chad's captive tongue. Suddenly he
shivered and shut his eyes, and his cock jumped violently. Joey ran up
with a beaker and grabbed Rick's cock, milking it aggressively to extract
as much as possible. Rick grunted and swore at the double action on his
asshole and cock, filling the glass with one of the biggest deposits Joey
had ever seen.

Tyler and Will were still happily shoving away, loving the intense
ass-pounding that the swinging harnesses permitted. Their faces were
coated in sweat and their hair was glued to their foreheads. Chad and Curt
groaned and panted in their bondage, their newly erect cocks giving the
lie to their feeble struggles. Then Will looked over at Tyler.

"Hey--hey man--unh--you wanna cum together?" he asked raspily.

"Yeah--yeah sure--unh--let's fuckin' do it!" answered Tyler. They both
pulled out of their captives, who shivered and groaned excitedly as the
boys' bulbous cockheads stretched past their anal muscles. They stood
facing each other and grasped each other's cocks with freshly lubed hands,
and began to beat each other off while their other hands stroked the
other's heavy balls. They strained and grunted with effort, their muscles
rippling in the cold light of the warehouse. Sweat streamed down their
contorted, grimacing faces as they ran their sweaty hands rapidly up and
down each other's raging hard dicks. A minute went by, and still they
strained, increasing their speed as their muscular legs began to tremble
with exhaustion.

"Oh--oh man--I can't cum," groaned Tyler. "Feels too good. Takin' too
long." Will grunted and nodded in agreement. Mr. Stevens decided to help
them out. He had Brian kneel down between them, holding a beaker to each
of their dripping, purple cocks. Then, standing between the two straining
studs, he reached around on both sides and deftly shoved two fingers up
each of their asses.

At once the boys exploded. As they bellowed and shook with pleasure,
Stevens and the others watched as each blew a gigantic load of cum into
the glass vessels. From where he was kneeling, Brian could see their huge
balls jump in their sacs as they pumped the thick cream out in huge
quantities. Then at last they were done. Stevens withdrew his fingers and
the two exhausted teammates fell to their knees, panting.

He returned his chair, beside which Joey was sitting on the hard floor. He
looked at his watch and poured himself a glass of ice water.

"More," he said flatly. "I still need more." Two of the boys seized Chad
and Curt's cocks and began to milk them, then gradually the whole scene
started over again in a new configuration. Stevens drew Joey towards him,
and his assistant unzipped the boss's pants and sucked him off as he
watched the derelicts pay back their stolen cum.

On and on it went, most of the energy now going into making Chad and Curt
produce a huge number of loads, so that in only two hours, each had
contributed four loads. By the end of it their balls were purple and they
were squirming with discomfort. Stevens took pity on them.

"Now that we've seen that you're not the super-producers you thought you
were, I'll make it easy on you. We'll stop now, but continue tomorrow at
the same time, until you've paid it all back." Chad and Curt groaned in
their harnesses, their hands and legs limp with exhaustion. They were
afraid to say anything, since they might confess how much they loved it.

The next day after lunch they repeated the forced milkings, working away
at the captive boys' bodies with hand, mouths, cocks and dildos until, at
last, they had repaid all the stolen cum. In addition, there was
everything the others had provided too. Stevens had them unstrapped from
their harnesses and let out, and then both knelt beside him on the floor.
His rested his hands lovingly on their heads and spoke kindly to them.

"Boys, I don't want you to think badly of me, I just want what's mine and
expect fair play. I also want you to feel respected and a real part of the
team. So all is now forgiven." Chad and Curt stood and shook hands with
Stevens, and everyone cheered. The team jogged off in unison to the
showers, after which they relaxed to get ready for the six o'clock milking.

Later that evening at a quarter after six, as Mr. Stevens watched the boys
give themselves agonizingly slow handjobs that were prolonged with mild
electric shocks, he tapped away at a calculator to figure out what he'd
made. As compensation for the twenty lost loads, he'd made back
thirty-two. That, and the very lucrative sideline he was now developing in
porn videos made from the edited security camera tapes, translated into a
lot of cash, only a fraction of which the boys would ever see. He decided
to cancel the purchase of the winter home in Belize and focus on
re-investing the profits into the business. He could bear another winter
yet. After all, he thought as he watched the seven young studs struggle
ineptly as they tried to keep from cumming, sometimes deferred pleasure is
the greatest pleasure.

End of Part 3


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