Cum Farm
by Greg Stone, gregstone@eroticstories.com
Part 2
The boys woke up suddenly to the sound of a buzzer ringing and the bright fluorescent lights of their bunker flickering on. Andy looked at his watch: it was exactly seven in the morning. Groggy and unaccustomed to waking up that early, he and the other six guys on the farm work team rubbed their eyes and stirred slowly in their raised cots. Each of them lay back for a moment, recalling vague but highly erotic dreams from he night before. Chad was the first to sit up. When he did he noticed something very odd: a clear rubber hose running from beneath the bottom of his sheets and up to the ceiling, where it was suspended by the metal railing system over their cots. At once he whipped off his sheet and was shocked by what he discovered. His flaccid cock was encased in a clear plastic vacuum pump, with a rubber ring at the base where it met his groin. Around the cock itself was a pink rubber ring attached by thin wires to the end of the tube, and at the very end of the pump was attached the hose that led to the ceiling system.
By now all the boys on the team had discovered the same thing: their cocks encased in vacuum pumps that were so light and well fitted that they hardly noticed them, and each with a clear plastic hose that led up to the ceiling rails, where they all met in the center and fed into a single tube that ran through the wall to who knew where. Brian touched the pump and fiddled slightly with it.
"Don't touch that!" someone barked. The boys jumped: it was Mr. Stevens. He had just walked in with Joey and seemed relieved to have caught Brian. "We'll show you how to remove those in a minute." He strolled down the aisle, checking out each of the hot, well-muscled teens in their partitioned cots. "How did you fellows sleep?"
"Great!" they all replied. Joey smirked, knowing what that first night was like.
"I suppose you young men are a little surprised at what you've found this morning. Well, let me explained." He held up a plastic jug on it with a picture of a flower. "This is what it's all about. You boys aren't here to harvest, to pick or plant. No, you're here--to produce!"
Taking pleasure in their puzzled expressions, Stevens went on to explain. This was a cum farm, and they were the livestock who'd provide him with his product. He'd found a way to take semen and transform into a powerful and safe fertilizer, so effective it could make plants grow over twice as fast. But there was a hitch: the semen had to be very fresh when it was processed, and high in testosterone, and that meant harvesting it from healthy young men only. Their cum was highly valued too--up to $5 per milliliter, making Mr. Stevens a rich man indeed.
"So that's how it works," he concluded as the boys' nervous snickering subsided. "You will all be milked on a regular basis--six times daily in fact, and all your cum will be reserved for processing. All you boys need to do is stay healthy, sleep and eat well, and enjoy yourselves." Then he walked out.
Joey took over and explained the details. They would be milked at regular intervals, which meant every four hours. Last night their samples had been taken at ten, then after being fitted in their sleep with the pumps and hoses, they had been mechanically masturbated at 2 a.m. and 6 a.m. sharp. That would be the regular schedule, he said, and he would explain the rest as they day went on.
He instructed them on how to remove and reattach the pumps; it was very easy, even pleasurable. Then they showered, put on uniforms of pale blue t-shirts and grey nylon shorts, and were led to the dining room. There was some snickering because they'd noticed that every one of them except Chad had their asses stamped with the red cherry, but they thought little else of it. They ate well and after a short rest were brought outside at eight-thirty.
"For the next ninety-minute period you will exercise," said Joey. "The morning physical activity will change each day." They did jumping jacks, sit-ups, and finally ran. Stevens watched through binoculars from the side, enjoying the sight of the boys' large, flaccid cocks flopping up and down in their loose nylon shorts as they jumped and ran. They were not permitted to wear underwear, so their cocks moved freely in the thin shorts, and the frequent rubbing against the silky material ensured that they all had impressive hardons by the end of the workout. Their erect teen pricks jutted forward, causing the backs of their shorts to cling to their sweaty round asses.
At ten a.m. sharp Joey blew a whistle and they all stopped. He ordered them over to a high brick wall at the end of the workout field and had them slip out of their shorts and face it with their hands on the wall, leaning forward, legs spread, as if they were being arrested. He walked up with a clinking box of glass beakers and a bottle of lube.
"Milking time," he said. Stevens insisted on milking the boys immediately after heavy exercise, because it made their semen richer in oxygen and more fertile. That was fine by the teens, since they had been deprived of their habitual morning jack-off and were more than ready for a little relief. They lined up in the same order that they slept. One by one, with a hand almost as skilled as Mr. Stevens', Joey gripped the hard teen cocks in his well-lubed and jacked them off into the beakers, giving each a final squeeze as the panting young studs oozed out every drop of cum in their balls. It was a plum job for Joey, who got to watch their firm round asses buck and tremble as they came. He was permitted by Mr. Stevens to take small liberties, such as occasionally prodding or rimming a teen's asshole or tweaking his nipples if he seemed to be taking a little long. They were highly effective tricks and never failed to bring on the hot cream.
When all the team members had given up their fresh cum, they headed off to wash up and relax in the lounge. After lunch, they had leisure time with video games, TV and movies. They were forbidden to drink or smoke, but being such healthy specimens they were hardly inclined. At two in the afternoon Joey and Stevens returned. This time Mr. Stevens explained the schedule.
"Every afternoon at two you will have freestyle masturbation," he said. "You can do it however you like, and take as long as you like, just as long as you don't spill a drop." He smiled as he watched Joey instruct the boys in how to hold the beakers to their cocks so they could catch all the cum, remembering how he himself had trained Joey last summer with the first milking team, Joey who had been his top producer and was now his personal assistant.
Each of the boys was given a bottle of lube. "There are porn videos and mags in the cabinet," said Joey's walked out with Stevens. "Help yourselves." Andy picked out a hot stag video--all the porn was straight--and slipped it into the VCR. Soon he was noisily pumping his slicked-up eight-inch cock as he watched a couple of women getting gang-fucked by five men. The other guys followed suit, watching the video, looking at mags, or just lying back on the sofas with their eyes close as they casually stroked their huge teenage cocks. After the rapid whack-off this morning on the workout field they were glad to have a more casual masturbation. Then the lounge doors flew open and the two bosses walked in, looking disappointed.
"Sorry boys, but that's not quite how it works." said Stevens. "It seems you've all forgotten the important lessons of yesterday afternoon." The boys looked puzzled, their hands still lightly stroking their fully thickened cocks despite their apprehension.
"Teamwork, God damnit! Teamwork!" shouted Stevens. "If you guys just do it by yourselves, you'll underproduce. But if you've got a buddy to get you off while you relax, you can produce ten percent more! Now, let's see a little team spirit here!" The teens were less awkward about this than they had been yesterday, and casually divided up into two pairs and a threesome. The fact was that the past twenty four hours had increased their comfort with homosexual activity and also made them more aware of what gave them pleasure. Andy and Tyler paired up, as did Chad and Curt, and Brian, Rick and Will formed the threesome. They began touching, then stroking each other's cocks and balls, and then each other's nipples and asses. Andy and Tyler were slowly but firmly jacking each other's cocks while Andy also fingered Tyler's nipples. In the threesome, Brian and Will started rubbing their well-lubed cocks together while Rick stood behind Brian. He pressed his cock right up against Brian's cheeks while reaching around to stroke Will's firm teen bubble butt. Chad and Curt formed a natural dominant submissive pair: Chad helped the baby-faced blond 18 year-old to his knees while Chad sat back on the sofa. Gently but firmly he held Curt's head between his heads and lowered his mouth onto his rampant nine-inch cock. He began to suck and slurp on the 21 year-old's thick meat, and responded enthusiastically when Chad also guided his hand to his balls and told him to caress them. Curt was only beginning to discover that he loved being told what to do.
"Now, that's what I like to see," said Mr. Stevens enthusiastically as an obvious erection tented his crotch. "Everybody helps each other out--the team way--and that way we all win big. Just remember that if you're the one sucking or jacking your buddy off, you're the one responsible for making sure his cum gets saved in the beaker." The teammates did not respond, now fully caught up in the hot action and totally at ease with each other. Fingers were slipping into asscracks, teeth were gently nibbling erect nipples, and everywhere hips were pumping and grinding. A sweet, distinctive odor filled the room, which was also kept slightly warm to ensure increased productivity. Stevens and Joey walked out and headed to the control room, where they continued to watch on the video monitors.
In the warm, relaxed atmosphere of the lounge, the team members were well into their mutual jacking and cocksucking. Rick had knelt down behind Brian and was noisily slurping away at the 19 year-old's asshole while Will vigorously masturbated him into the beaker. Brian was the first to cum: he let out a groan and a whimper, then fired a voluminous sample of jizz into the glass. Not forgetting his responsibilities, Will squeezed the last two or three drops from Brian's eight-inch cock into the beaker. The sound of Brian cumming set off a slow chain reaction over the next ten minutes in the room: one by one the young studs came, each one seeing his buddy capture his valued cum in the beakers. The bitter scent of cum mingled with the smell of sweat. First it was Tyler, gripping Andy by the shoulders and breathing hard as he produced an impressive series of thick of wads; then Will, leaning back against the wall and moaning loudly as Rick aimed his thick shaft into the vessel while Brian sucked his heavy balls. Rick was content to finish himself off, though Brian helped by kneeling before him with the beaker.
Chad's groans were growing louder as Curt continued his apparently expert blowjob. Chad's big hands were wrapped around Curt's head to make sure he got sucked off.
"Yeah, baby, suck it just like that...uh...fuckin' awesome..." he groaned. He started to buck his hips, banging his groin into Curt's face. Chad's young suckmate was gagging slightly and winced at the rough treatment, since Chad was gripping his head so close to his groin. He felt the older guy's cock increase in hardness, and reached for the beaker.
"No...naw...it's too late...gonna fuckin' cum," he gasped. Everyone's eyes widened as they thought Chad was about to commit the forbidden act of wasting his cum, but before it could happen Rick raced over with an empty beaker, freed Curt from Chad's muscular grip, and jacked the groaning boy's thick cock off into the beaker.
"Aw yeah....yeah...huuunh!" he grunted as Rick narrowly managed to catch the first volley of steaming jizz. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the last few drops dribbled down the inside of the glass. "Thanks, man," said Chad.
Only Andy and Curt were left, both with raging purple hardons and sweat shining on their hairless chests from their efforts in the overheated room. Andy asked Curt to kneel on all fours beside him on the couch, with his ass pointing enticingly toward him. Andy sat back and let Rick jack him off with both hands, while he lubed up a finger and slowly wormed it into his anus.
"Ooooh, yeah," said Curt, shuddering with pleasure and remembering how Mr. Stevens had fingered him last night. With Rick taking care of his cock, Andy devoted all his attention to finger-fucking Curt and stroking his amazingly smooth asscheeks. Tyler grasped Curt's huge teen cock from underneath and began to jack him off rapidly.
The other four boys watched in silent amazement as the last of their teammates got their rocks off. The slick sound of well-lubed hands and fingers working away were barely audible over the heavy breathing and groaning. Noticing how fixated Andy was on the smooth boyass beside him, Rick obliged by snaking a finger under Andy's big balls and right up his rectum. That really got things going: the fingerfucking and cock-jacking sped up, as did Curt and Andy's breathing. Curt bucked his hot little ass against Andy's vigorous finger-banging, and Rick's wriggling finger up his ass brought Andy over the edge.
"Aw yeah, hunh, fuckin' bitch!" he shouted, changing his caresses of Curt's bubble butt to two final stinging swats. He shook and fired his cum right into the beaker as Rick continued to bring him off. Shot after shot blew into the glass until he sat back exhausted and let his hand slip from Curt's tight anus.
The other boys started to snicker as a flaming red patch began to from on Curt's ass cheek. But the boy himself was oblivious to it, bucking and thrusting his thick meat into Tyler's agile palm. At last he froze and shuddered, and with a long sigh ejaculated generously into the beaker. The teammates cheered one another, then lay down in the chair's and sofas, thirsty and exhausted.
"Very nice," said Mr. Stevens as he watched the monitor in the control. "These boys are definitely high-calibre producing stock. Mmmm, yeah..." and with that he leaned forward and slid his hard seven-inch shaft up into Joey, who was leaning over the console with his pants around his ankles. Stevens had enjoyed the sight of the seven teenagers getting each other off, just as he'd watched Joey do it with his teammates last summer. He grabbed Joey's hips and pumped him harder.
"Just as tight as ever," said Stevens. Joey did not reply, since Stevens had gagged him by shoving some of the boys' underwear into his mouth. It wasn't long before the boss himself was cumming, squirting his cum into Joey's bowels with a satisfied grunt. Joey was busy whacking off too. Then they would rest as well, and get the boys ready for the evening chores.
For the rest of the afternoon the team did small chores around the farm: cleaning, gardening, and some laundry. They had a good time with it, since their spirits were high, knowing they were being paid well to do a little work and a lot of cumming. None of them even felt the least discomfort after being masturbated five times in the past day: they were all healthy young studs who were jerking off three times a day at home anyway, and would've done more if they'd had the chance. Stevens liked to see them having fun too, for he knew that keeping them in good mental health would keep their juices flowing.
At a quarter to six they were marshalled off to the barn for the six o'clock milking. Stevens and Joey led them to the same room where they'd started yesterday, except now there were seven large armchairs seated around the large-sized TV, and there were wires and small machines leading from every chair. They stripped and each took a seat, and were ordered to belt themselves in with a kind of seatbelt. Each of them was given a bottle of lube and a special condom with an extra-large reservoir tip, designed especially for high-producing studs like these. Then Stevens and Joey proceeded to the wire the boys up. On each teammate they attached one electrode to the left chest, one behind the testicle, and one to the left temple, and then a small uninsulated wire to their right hands. The machines, which looked like miniature lie detector machines, were switched a made a low humming noise. When they were all wired up, Stevens stepped in front of them, with his back to the TV and videotape in his hand.
"The morning post-exercise milking is done to obtain a high oxygen content," he said. "But because it is taken quickly other nutrients in your samples are deficient. In order to obtain a higher nutrient grade, the 6 p.m. samples must all be extracted very, very slowly." He turned and put the tape in the VCR and turned it on. To no one's surprise, it was another porno, and instantly the boys fitted their condoms and reached for their lube.
"Now before you boys start spraying all over the place--" they laughed at this, "--you should know how this works," continued Stevens. "In order to allow the nutrients to build up high enough in your cum, you have to take no less than THIRTY MINUTES between the time you start jacking and the time you blow your wads. Is that clear?"
"Yes sir!" they answered together, though they had no idea how they could hold off that long. Most of them were used to quick, furtive jack-offs under the sheets at home, and didn't last more than ten minutes when they were in the back seats of their cars with their girlfriends.
"I suppose you're wondering how boys your age can last that long," said Stevens. "Well, in order to train you properly, we've included a little, er, incentive to help you along. That will be all." He left and took Joey with him to the control room.
Back in the TV room the boys lazily stroking their big teen cocks while they watched a video in which a small blonde woman was sucking off a large black man. The electrodes on their balls, chests and temples sent information back to the machines beside their chairs, but the video was set loud enough to cover the hum of the machines. After a few minutes the action in the video picked up: the man picked the woman up by her waist and laid her on all fours on the bed. He got behind her and shoved his huge cock into her and started to pump her doggy-style. Immediately the boys responded by jerking off more rapidly, forgetting their instructions and obeying instead their primitive impulse to cum.
Brian was especially caught up in the video: he loved doing it doggy-style and he thought the woman in the video looked a bit like his ex-girlfriend. "Unh, yeah bitch...take it all the way," he muttered as his lube-soaked hand flew up and down his eight inches. His breathing grew ragged as he approached orgasm. He looked at the clock: seven past six. There's no fuckin' way I can do this, he thought. The machine behind him whirred a little louder, and as he continued his frantic masturbating a small green light switched to yellow.
"OW!" shouted Brian, as his hand leapt off his cock. A sharp electric charge had been delivered to his right hand, and it took him several seconds to recover. So that was it, since what else could keep a healthy, horny eighteen and nineteen year-olds from cumming in less than five minutes than a small dose of pain? Undaunted, and still extremely horny, Brian resumed a slow, careful jacking of his cock. Soon he was right back into it, experiencing for the first time the benefits of taking it slowly. The green light returned.
There were a few more yelps in the room as Will, Tyler, Rick and Chad also got a shock. They too both took a minute to recover, but carefully resumed their masturbation. For a few minutes it seemed pretty easy, and the boys settled into a group rhythm of slow, firm stroking. But by a quarter past the pressure had become unbearable for them: their cock heads were hugely swollen and an almost unnatural deep purple, their hands were overheating, and their balls were starting to ache. Some of the boys shifted uncomfortably in their chairs, while others groaned with near-agony. It was too good, but it hurt too. The video had heated up to a group sex session of three women and seven men, making it impossible for these horny young studs not to watch. But none of them had ever taken this long to cum, and the strain was showing. Every one of them had a slow trickle of pre-cum leaking continuously down his shaft into the condom. By twenty-two past Tyler couldn't take it.
"Aw man, I can't do it...can't hold off, gonna cum...yeah, gonna...OW SHIT!" he cried out. The next shock was even bigger than the first, causing his hand to literally spring from his cock. The discomfort in his voice instantly brought the other team mates under control as they dreaded suffering the same fate. It was unbearable: clear, fluent pre-cum was flowing freely from each of their cocks and lubing up their condoms from the inside, increasing the pleasure. Sweat ran down their hairless faces and chests, causing them to glisten in the low light. But their balls and cocks ached from the constant shafting and the long delay.
At last it was twenty-nine after. The boys were panting and groaning, squirming in their chairs as they struggled to delay their orgasms for less than a minute more. Andy thought he'd never experienced such exquisite pain, aching deep in his groin but unable to take his hand off his cock either. Their groans and breathing deepened as the second hand ticked momentously towards the minute. Then finally it was six-thirty, and a small bell rang.
The room exploded. Every boy in the room let out a loud yell and gripped his cock with intense pressure as they started to cum. Some buckled and sat forward, while others pushed back into their chairs and raised their legs and knees high into the air, exposing their assholes. However they were sitting, their balls were all spasming and pulsing in unison as they poured what felt like a double load of cum into the condoms. Shouting and moaning, not caring how they sounded, they squeezed their thick cocks tightly as every one of them experienced the most agonizingly delicious orgasm of his entire life.
Mr. Stevens was pleased at the outcome, and amazed that the machinery had actually kept the boys from cumming until the 30-minute mark had passed. He congratulated himself on his ingenuity, and treated himself to the unusual pleasure of personally removing the condoms from each boy on the team. By the time he got back down to the TV room they were all lying, some still moaning lightly in discomfort at the ache in their balls. Their cocks were flaccid but still flaming red at the prolonged swelling, and the condoms slipped off easily without spilling their valuable, highly scented contents.
As a reward the team was fed a very satisfying dinner and given plenty of time to rest. Despite their earlier condition from the six o'clock jack-off, they recuperated quickly and their discomfort soon passed. They played videogames loudly and made crude jokes in the lounge, talking about girls and how they would spend their paycheques.
When, at nine-thirty, they returned to their partitioned cots in the old dairy barn, each of the boys found the following note taped to the inside wall of their partitions:
"MILKING SCHEDULE:
0200 Mechanical collection 0600 Mechanical collection 1000 Post-exercise milking 1400 Freestyle masturbation--with TEAM EFFORT 1800 Delayed-response collection 2200 Evening sample collection
Team members are responsible for getting proper rest and food intake. Alcohol and tobacco are strictly forbidden, and there is to be ABSOLUTELY NO unauthorized masturbation or other sexual activity without the consent of management."
That last warning was a stern one: at a final market value of over $5000, the seven boys' daily cum supply was not something he wanted anyone tampering with.
As they were undressing for bed the doors opened and the now-familiar sound of the wheeled trolley with the box of clinking beakers entered the room, with Joey and Mr. Stevens behind it. Tyler, Rick, Andy, Chad Brian, Will, and Curt all turned dutifully over and got on their hands and knees, ready to provide their bosses with the evening sample. They raised their asses high in the air, with their cocks and smooth balls dangling beneath them, and it was a sight that brought joy to Stevens' eyes. Soon the exquisite, awe-inspiring sound of seven young studs getting hard and cumming filled the room. As he and Joey moved down the line as they had last night, jerking the boys off into the beakers with a good night finger up their tight young asses, Stevens thought for sure that, for a moment, he deserved to feel like he had practically invented capitalism.
End of Part II
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