alt.sex.stories, 1998
I was broke, in college and looking for something, anything
to cure my financial ailment. The add I found was strange.
"Young males wanted, Specialty taste club catering to the
unusual, Excellent pay, flexible hours, no selling. Call for
personal interview"
A great first-person post on the Venus 2000 sub-burbs » Venus 2000 / Milking Machine
Since my first sexual awakening, I’ve had fantasies about machine sex and being at the sexual mercy of a mechanical device. … I knew there was a commercial alternative. … a milking machine for men called the Venus 2000. … Now that I’ve had the Venus 2000 for a couple of weeks, I can easily say it was money very well spent!
Pictured to the left is the full setup which includes the base unit, an optional remote control to manage the stoke speed, a remote control to manage the receiver’s internal pressure (which, in turn, adjusts the stroke length), a receiver (the part that fits over your cock), …
MJ allowed me to try it out the day it arrived, so I set everything up, laid out a towel and applied a little lube to the inside of the receiver, then slid it on and hit the switch. The sensation was unbelievable as the receiver slid up and down my cock in perfect rhythm teasing me closer and closer to orgasm. By changing the speed and stroke length using the remotes, I was able to get all sorts of different sensations. I settled on a long, slow stroke then sat on my hands and just enjoyed the ride.
After 15 minutes of steady stroking, I was shaking from desire and a need to orgasm when I finally was able to reach my sweet release. I came so hard I actually bit my tongue! What followed, however, was even more amazing. Being a machine, the Venus 2000 just keep pumping away after my orgasm hit and I was really glad I had it on such a slow setting! I clenched my teeth and dug my fingernails into my palms as the pleasure from the intense orgasm mixed with the overwhelming sensations caused by the continued abuse of my now super-sensitive cock.
I could only take a few minutes of this before I reached out with a shaky hand and switched off the unit.
… I still like the “collection” idea of my original machine (something about having the contents of each orgasm filling up a jar under the watchful eye of Mistress struck a chord with me), so I might get a spare end-cap and try to modify it for that purpose.
Guided Masturbation Stories
by Estragon, circa 1995. A camp in which girls learn to rule and boys learn to like it.
Dearest Kristen,
I know, I know. It’s been ages. But I had to get your approval on something. Somebody recently posted to one of the newsgroups on the net a vivid description of a summer-camp in which mothers and daughters dominated and disciplined their sons and brothers. For a minute I thought….Well, of course, it turned out to be a fantasy, and I had to smile, because I never really entertain the possibility of my real life being somebody’s fantasy. But why shouldn’t I? When I need to daydream about sex, mostly I only have to remember. Yes, Kristen, maybe I don’t write or call that much, but the very sound of your name is enough to make my knees bend and my penis harden. Believe me, I still go crazy when I remember the first time we met. I was six and you five, so maybe you can’t even recall it. But it meant a lot to me. Mom introduced your mother and you as “Aunt Bonnie and Cousin Kristen.” For a long time I really thought Bonnie was mom’s sister. I only found out it was a figure of speech years later, when I started feeling guilty about wanting my own cousin to tap me. Mom eased my mind on that matter. Do you remember that first time at all? “Bobby, honey, be a good boy and undress for Aunt Bonnie and Cousin Kristen.” Can you imagine what that sounded like to a little boy who wanted nothing more? “Be a good boy!” Mom made being a good boy sound so easy. I never figured out why the boys in the ‘hood had such a hard time with it.
I know, you’re probably wondering why, at six, I wanted to be naked for you and your mother so much. I can’t say, really. Just that it already seemed the best thing in the world to “unhide” yourself to girls. (That was my mental word for it, “unhide.” And, actually, it’s still my private word.) Dad was around then, and I remember walking in on him and mom a couple of times and seeing him kneeling in front of her stark naked. My appearance in the doorway didn’t bother mom at all, but dad was embarrassed and probably would have skulked off if mom didn’t make a point of ordering him to stay put. I was impressed, believe me. I was a really small child then, maybe only five, but something in me made me think that dad was crazy to want to hide. To be kneeling like that before “a lady,” even if the lady was my own mom, seemed the greatest thing in the world for anybody who wasn’t a lady. And I knew that much - I mean, that I wasn’t a lady. I think I took in dad’s erection, but I didn’t know quite what to make of it. I had a little one myself, but at that age they hardly increased the total size of my tiny emblem of future slavery. Do you remember? I had one that first day, right in front of you and Aunt Bonnie. You probably don’t even remember, but I do - and how you giggled and gaily jogged it about with your little-girl hand. Your mom said to mine, “He’s absolutely adorable.” And mine said to yours, “So is Kristen, so is Kristen.”
Below are some interesting videos of a guy strapped down and milked by a Venus 2000 masturbation machine. The videos are by Str8CumDoner on Xtube.
More videos:
Some cute animated GIF previews of CFNM milking handjob videos on CFNM Handjobs: Boys Enjoying A Good Milking
Guided Masturbation Stories
from the net, circa 1998
A male learns the meaning of forced milking from his girlfriend.
It’s late in the evening, but I don’t really know what time it is or exactly how long I have been in this position. I do know this afternoon was pure torment, Julia visiting my room every hour or so and playing with me between my legs. I been here for awhile that is certain, because between playing with me every so often, she has managed to shave my privates balder than a bowling ball, and has milked my balls dry at least twice.
My cock is sore and a bit chapped, the results of a masturbation session with hand creme and coffee grounds … and a few swipes with that little bristle brush…up and down my privates…that left me spent and raw.
I suppose I should have guessed something like this was going to happen when she had me dress in a thick cotton tee shirt and white socks and nothing else. Imagine laying on a bed with your legs bound wide in just an old tee shirt and socks and having your girlfriend toy with your cock, being told not to move, not to make a sound…..and being slowly masturbated, tickled with a feather, slapped, pinched, stroked squeezed and teased for a whole day. More…
a Guided Masturbation Story involving castration
by FantasyMan
He sat nervously in the waiting room at the clinic, waiting to see Nurse Vice. He had met her before and wondered if she suspected his obsession with her - those narrow sexy hips, that short white skirt and those unbelievably large breasts. The top two buttons of her stretched blouse were always undone, revealing a glimpse, though not unprofessional, of her deep cleavage.
He was in for a full physical. He couldn’t help but imagine her inspecting his unnaturally large testicles, something he was quite embarrassed about. Feeling the stirrings of an erection, he scolded himself for thinking of the nurse in such an inappropriate manner.
His thoughts were cut short as the receptionist called his name… “This way Mr. Johnson,” a plain looking nurse said to him, and led the way to the examination room. He sat and waited for the Miss Vice. Again he felt a stirring in his loins - his fantasy was insistent…
Suddenly she entered. Nurse Vice was a slim woman of about 25, dark brown hair and beautiful, almost feline eyes. She wore designer glasses, giving her a prim, professional look. Her white coat was fighting an impossible battle trying to contain the massive firm breasts beneath - and those top two buttons! He was no longer in control of his cock as it continued to erect.
“Now Mr. Johnson,” she kindly asked, “what seems to be your problem?” “I, I, seem to, to….” he stammered, trying to find the right words, embarrassed about his own lack of control. She easily saw the growing bulge in his pants. She smiled kindly: “You know Mr. Johnson, there’s no need to be embarrassed,” she said, motioning for him to stand. “I’ve seen many men with big testicles….” He blushed deeply and realized that Nurse Vice would have read his file by now. Oddly, his embarrassment fueled his erection.
“Do you usually have difficulty controlling your erections?” He froze - how obvious was it? She calmly motioned him over to the counter where he saw a piece of paper and pen. “Don’t be too shy - it’s a common problem for men with big balls. My colleagues usually reschedule patients who display a lack of control such as yourself,” She was looking directly at the huge bulge between his legs. “… but I’ve developed a unique procedure for this sort of thing.”
Another breakthrough in wanker technology:
Abstract
A device designed to take rotary power from an external power source such as a cordless electric screwdriver and transmit that energy into both rotary and reciprocating linear activation of sexual devices used by both males and females for the purpose of masturbation and auto-stimulation is disclosed. The combination of rotational stimulation with reciprocating linear stimulation is apparently remarkably satisfying despite the absence of such stimulation during normal person-on-person sexual contact. The device is simple, light weight, small, powerful, modestly priced, handheld or hands-free, user serviceable, hygienic, gender neutral, sexual orientation neutral, convenient, rugged, multi-motion, safe, reliable, quiet, fully submersible, positionally versatile and sexually satisfying.
Dual-motion auto-stimulation device - Google Patents
A castration story. This is a bit off topic but the “castratrix” theme appeals to a lot of chronic masturbators.
By FantasyMan
Billy’s aunt knows what’s best for his large testicles…
He did not understand what was about to happen. Aunt Vicky had given him a nice warm cup of tea spiked with an arousal/sedative drug. He was lying on her bed nude with his legs spread open. He couldn’t figure out why he had no desire to close them. His well-developed testicles rested heavily on the bed, his large penis semi rigid…
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