The Milking Factory
Post by goonerprime » Sat Apr 25, 2020 7:54 pm
When Thomas woke up, the first thing he realized is that he was completely naked. Although the room’s temperature was fine, he could feel that his penis was exposed and free from the binding of his underwear. He was standing upright with his arms outward in a “T” position, shackled by shiny black forearm clamps that held fast. His legs, too, were bracketed just slightly apart but he couldn’t move them at all.
He looked around the room in half panic, half wonder. Although the room itself was small, it was filled with different devices and technology, some of which he had never seen before. Hoses, pumps, pipes, glass containers and restraints. He couldn’t see much to his left or right, and certainly behind him, but when he looked down he had full view of his genitals, which, to his shock, were shaven and smooth. He struggled to pull his arms free and was met with a loud voice which seemed to come from a speaker system within the walls.
“Are you quite comfortable?” the female voice asked. The accent seemed vaguely British. He struggled harder to break free and the voice asked again, “I said are you comfortable….” The sounds of papers being shuffled around were noticeable. “Thomas?”
“What is this??” he asked to the voice.
“It’s what you signed up for, Thomas. We’re going to extract your semen and put it to scientific use. I have the forms right here… with your signature it seems at the bottom. Signed just last week.”
His mind reeled for a bit, startled by the accusation he would sign up for such a thing and then remembered. Last week. Pretty brunette with a clipboard who smiled and asked him if he would like to be a part of a scientific study for the university. She said he probably wouldn’t be called back because so many were signing up, but the money would be good and he just couldn’t say no as she leaned over to pick up a pen from the table showing her warm cleavage, wearing no bra that he could tell. His erection stirred in his pants while he skimmed the form: sexuality study blah blah may be asked personal questions yadda yadda samples collected but completely anonymous. While she spoke he stared at her nipples which were poking out clearly beneath her silky tank top. He would definitely have jack-off material for tonight.
“So, just sign here and you can take a free t-shirt ok?” He signed quickly and smiled at her. She smiled back and laughed a bit and handed him a shirt with the university’s logo. He shifted his hips to make his now fully-fledged boner less obvious and asked what she was doing later. “Not you, dumdum but maybe I’ll see you at the laboratory if you get selected?” She sounded playful. She winked at him and he smiled back excited at the prospect.
“I didn’t sign up for this!” He looked down and was immediately embarrassed to see that the memory of the girl at the table at the cafeteria had woken up his penis.
“Oh, but you did sign up for this. Now, Thomas, this will be the last time I use your name. From now on you are … ‘U-4852’. This first test is to gauge the sensitivity of your genitals and how quickly it takes you to go from a flaccid state to your peak erection. Relax and try to breathe slowly – we wouldn’t want you to hyperventilate would we?” The room darkened. “In 5…. 4….”
“W-wait! I’m not ready!” Her voice faded away and the contraption around his head stiffened and held his head in place looking forward. He hadn’t even noticed the perfectly clear screen directly in front of his face the entire time. It lit up and counted down 3…. 2…. 1…. and suddenly his field of vision was taken up by the image of the girl from the cafeteria. She grinned and the camera panned backwards to show her wearing only a white button-up shirt and a pair of lacy pink panties which reveled her cleanly shaven pussy beneath.
She giggled and began undoing the shirt from the top button down. To his absolute shock, he felt warm digits begin to gently attach to his testicles and penis shaft. He gasped and tried not to respond but the girl on the screen pulled apart the shirt revealing a pair of plump breasts with light pink nipples that she began to pinch between her fingertips.
His penis became engulfed by a warm, wet sensation that sent a shock up his spine. He was desperate to see what was happening beneath him but the room was too dark and he couldn’t tilt his head downward far enough. The sensation was incredible – so gentle and knowing. It engulfed the head and then the shaft and back again. Blood filled his now-shaved erection.
“Good…. 43 seconds from flaccid to erect. Your heart rate is soaring, 4852. Although you can’t see, our sensors are indicating your bloodflow is excellent with a very strong and healthy prostate…. six point six inches and counting. Testicle sensitivity in 3… 2… 1…”
Before he could speak, he felt a warm, gentle tickle on his ballsack followed by an undulating up and down motion that cradled and massaged his low-hanging testes at the same time. They moved up, down, forward and back, and then spun in a clockwise motion. Up, down, forward and back and then counter-clockwise. The sensation on his penis disappeared and then reappeared, this time with a much tighter grip. Was this a hand? Someone’s mouth? Thomas stared at the screen in which the girl in the button-up shirt was now on her back with her right index finger making a path from the bottom of her slit up her belly, between her breasts and up to her red lips.
“Oh no,” he whispered realizing that the excitement was making his legs begin to tremble in that very familiar way. His cock head became ultra sensitive to whatever was arousing his glans – and the stimulation changed with his needs, recognizing how uncomfortable it was and changed to a position that was much more pleasurable.
“It knows, 4852. It’s learning from you. The more you relax, the more it becomes in tune with your body. By this time next month, you’ll be wondering how you ever lived without it. I see that your testes are pulling upward.. quickly. Good. You are about to perform a function that males were meant for and I can see every spike and every valley of pleasure your body is feeling. You’re going to ejaculate soon.”
With that, the girl on the screen pulled down her panties and spread her legs wide. Thomas could see how pink and warm the folds of her twat looked as her pretty fingernails grazed up and down. His orgasm began building and he fought back, closing his eyes. The audio heightened and the sound of her fingers gliding in and out of her wet mound echoed from the speakers around his ears. She moaned.
The sensation on his cock warmed further and went deeper, encompassing the head, shaft and root with a pumping motion. This wasn’t just a handjob or a BJ. This was a milking! He had never met a girl who would properly give him a deepthroating, much less a decent blowjob. This was like nothing he had ever felt before and he was starting to sweat and shake in his restraints.
He opened his eyes to see penises of different colors and sizes masturbating in a circle around the girl from the cafeteria and almost in unison they began squirting their loads directly onto the folds of her pussy. Her moans of delight triggered Thomas almost to the point of no return. His balls pulled all the way up and he bucked his hips as much has he could back and forth to trigger his climax.
“Ungh… ungh…. oh my god…yes, yes.” His muscles tightened and his nipples became rock hard in anticipation for the final thrust. Yet the warm sensation on his cock loosened just enough for him to begin losing the feeling. “WAIT, wait I’m cumming!” he said into the headset but nobody seemed to be listening. He fucked his hips forward again and again, hitting the edge but not the trigger. Sweat came down from his forehead to his nose and dripped down onto his chest as he chased his nutt. The screen went dark.
“It’s teasing you.” the voice said. He could tell it was with a smile. “It wants to know everything about you. Every touch, caress, and stroke. Yes, it’s meant to extract but it also is programmed to pleasure – and sometimes pain is pleasure. Just a little tidbit about the system – it demands your respect.”
Thomas was met with a sudden deepthroating motion and powerful suction. His prostate fluttered in response and fed the hungry tube a healthy squirt of clear pre-cum.
“What… what do you mean respect? You want respect?”
She laughed out loud this time. “No, not me – although you will respect me. It wants respect. I suggest saying your please and thank yous when you want something. It doesn’t always respond but when it does – well, you’ll see. I’m leaving now but your stats and responsiveness are promising. Good luck.” He heard a faint “boop” in the headgear. She had disconnected.
“Hey! Hey don’t leave me here! When can I leave? How many samples do you need??” No response. “Hey! Can you please…” The sucking motion intensified, seeming to respond to the word. Thomas pumped his hips forward and said, “Please make me cum?” The screen came to life again and began showing quick images of big swaying tits, pussies, round asses and cumshots. The pressure on his cock doubled and began gliding up and down in earnest.
“Oh god.. please please make me shoot?!” In no time he was back to feeling the tingle begin in his feet, up to his legs and cock. “Oh please please make me cum.. oh yes, I can feel it. Oh my God it’s coming. Don’t stop please.” The head of his cock swelled and his fingers and toes began to curl.
He focused on the screen, taking in the sounds and images of pretty faces getting plastered with cumshots, men pulling their cocks out and blasting their wads onto hairy boxes, women fingering themselves to squirting climaxes. Thomas was so lost in the final moment he could barely hear the fact that the grunts and cries of pleasure were his own.
He stiffened up and released quick and powerful jets of warm semen into the hungry suction tube. The tube tightened and relaxed with every pulse, milking his throbbing member for every drop it could get. Thomas stared at the screen trying to milk his own brain for every chemical he could get that would prolong his continuing sweaty fuckgasm. His mind was lit up with horny feelings of pressure and release. He had never felt an orgasm like this.
As his ejaculation subsided, his softening boner suddenly became ultra-sensitive and he tried to push his hips backward but the suction followed. He grunted out, “Please, please wait, stop!” Drool had fallen from the corner of his mouth down to his chin.
The suction ceased. The next thing he felt was a strong pressure on his taint, centimeters from his butthole. A sphere perhaps? It slowly pushed upward and forward as if to finish grinding every drop of cum from his prostate up through the tubes to his urethra. He felt the final drops of fresh sperm sucked from the tip and with a loud “POP” his cock was free and he felt the cool air on his wet genitals. On the screen, a thumbs up icon and a message: “Task complete. Semen collected and stored. Return subject to processing.”
His headgear was suddenly filled with a pleasant scent and his vision became blurry. Was it flowers? Perfume? Oh this feels nice, he thought, as his mind swam and his body went limp.
In a daze he thought he remembered being lain down on his back and having warm water sprayed onto him. Massaged? Females speaking. Some were laughing. Talking about the night shift and giggling; they were saying such odd things. Something about the pump in room 220 needing replacing. Cleaning the tanks. Were they shaving him?
Being wheeled to the next room with a bright lamp that warmed his body. He heard random conversations about clients. Promising results. Not meeting quota. Wheeled away again and before finally falling asleep, Thomas could see bright white and stainless steel corridors… dozens of doors with gurneys coming in and out of rooms attended by some men, but mostly women in smocks and scrubs. What was this?
After what seemed like hours, Thomas woke up again in a new room much larger than the last with more strange equipment. This time, he was completely held in place by a full-body sheath of black latex that contoured his body and kept him held tightly. His penis again was fully exposed as well his face.”Relax, U-4852. We don’t usually send new subjects to this area but your previous tests show that your body can handle much more and we aim to find out how -”
“When can I-” but he was cut off mid-question.
*sigh* “Don’t interrupt me again.” This time the voice was curt. She had a high but no-nonsense voice that echoed in the chamber. “Although your ejaculate was apparently a substantial amount, I need to make quota. I don’t like talking to the subjects so this will be brief. This test is to see just how many times you can ejaculate before nothing comes out. That’s all.”
“WAIT! I want to talk to someone else! I want to talk to whoever’s in charge! HEY!”
His entire body began to shift from a standing-up position to horizontal, face up. His arms were pinned close to his hips by the latex while his legs were pinned by some sort of rope or cable. The machinery whirred to life and from the floor at his feet rose a large, smooth white box with hoses, pumps and other attachments connected. He could see clear liquid in some tanks, and what seemed to be a glass container with small lines indicating volume. Was that for him? .. how much do they want? he wondered. But before he could guess, the walls of the room lit up with pornography and the sound was beautifully depraved. It was time for the next extraction.