Erik and Marc followed Mr. Maxwell across the milking floor of CUM Facility No. 13. The day's milking was already well underway by the time the boys had been brought to the extraction floor. They couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the controlled chaos around them. The room was filled with the sights and sounds of boys being milked of their male fluid.
"Oohhh, no more! NO MORE!!" cried one boy, his eyes pleading with them as they walked by. But neither of them could help.
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" grunted another as he was force-fed his own recently ejected semen. There seemed to be no end to the ways the program had found to extract a guy's semen, the two 15-year-olds thought.
Located to their left was a room with a large window, apparently soundproofed. An older boy lay on a table, his body completely immobilized by thick straps, his penis encased in some kind of penis pump. The boys couldn't hear anything, but they could see. Every muscle in his toned body was tense and he was drenched in sweat. His head thrashed around wildly as what appeared to be unheard screams escaped his lips. The boys looked at him both in horror and pity.
"Oh, don't worry about that," said Mr. Maxwell, seeing their distress. "That's only for boys who cause problems. I don't anticipate having any problems with you two," he smiled.
The boys eventually arrived at another station. Waiting for them was another man in a white coat with a friendly smile on his face. "Hello, Mr. Maxwell. How are you today?" he asked pleasantly.
"Oh, I'm fine, doctor. And you?" the guard responded.
"Couldn't be better," he answered as he turned his attention to the tablet in his hand. "Now let's see here, you are Marc and Erik, correct?" he said as he pointed to each of them. The boys nodded. "Okay. Well, boys, I'm Dr. Kumshaat and I'm a behavioral psychologist. I work with Dr. Milkem down here on the floor.
"We're going to start you two off today on this. We call it The Feeder," he continued. The boys felt a growing nervousness deep in their guts. Dr. Kumshaat stepped toward the device. "Come on over here and I'll show you how it works." The boys complied, following several steps behind.
In front of them was a simple-looking set-up. Attached to the wall were various straps that mimicked the shape of a human body. There appeared to be straps for biceps, wrists, waist, thighs, and ankles. Positioned about two feet in front of the wall was a two-inch thick square pad that measured about three feet on each side. Located toward the back of the pad was a metal device anchored to the floor that looked like a pair of wrist shackles. The boys stared at the wall and floor trying to comprehend what was about to happen.
Dr. Kumshaat stepped in. "This device is used on new arrivals with -- how shall I put it? -- potential disciplinary issues." He looked down at his tablet. "According to this, Erik, you got a bit physical with an arresting deputy; is that correct?" he asked looking up.
Erik nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah."
"Mm-hmm," muttered the doctor. "Well, here's what's going to happen today. Marc will be strapped to the wall and fitted with this," he said, producing what was clearly a penis pump. "Attached to his pump will be this," he said again, this time producing a length of clear plastic tubing -- with a mouthpiece. "You will be here on the mat."
Erik felt his heart rate increase; Marc felt his cock twitch but hoped no one else noticed.
Dr. Kumshaat continued as Mr. Maxwell smirked. "Marc will be milked of his semen and you will be swallowing it." Erik felt humiliated, helpless, and angry, yet he knew he had no choice. If he resisted, he suspected that they could immediately call additional guards in to restrain him. He sighed deeply, his sense of resignation and defeat palpable.
"All right, boys, let's get started," the doctor said, nodding to the support staff standing nearby. Marc was positioned against the wall and the straps placed around his young body. By the time the staffer was done, the boy found himself completely immobile, only his cock remaining free -- and bouncing in anticipation. Erik was directed to kneel on the mat, which he reluctantly did. Then his arms were shackled at the wrist behind his back, rendering him secure.
The extraction pump was slipped onto Marc's turgid rod and the extension with mouthpiece was attached. Then the receiving end was placed into Erik's mouth and secured by a strap around his head guaranteeing that he couldn't pull back or turn his head away.
Glancing at his tablet again and appearing to be deep in thought, Dr. Kumshaat turned to one of the staff members. "Let's also use an enhancer." What they hell was that? the boys wondered. They didn't have to wonder for long. An enhancer, it turns out, was the program's way of saying prostate massager. The staffer produced a four-inch long lubricated device which he slowly slipped between Marc's legs and into his tight rectum. Marc cringed and his eyes crossed as he felt the device slide into him and press firmly against his swollen prostate.
"We find that boys shoot larger quantities of semen when their prostates are stimulated," the doctor explained, much to Erik's dismay. And with that Marc's pump and plug were activated and the staff walked away toward the back offices and rooms.
Try as they might the boys couldn't help but look each other in the eye, though Marc felt a conflicted sense of both guilt and bemusement. This was his best friend and he was about to jizz in his mouth. Being forcibly stroked off and milked by a pump was one thing, but being forced to do it in his friend's mouth was something entirely different. Yet despite his feelings of shame, a part of him -- a part that he would never admit to anyone -- was horny as shit and kind of excited by what was about to happen.
During the boys' interaction with the sheriff's department, Erik had lost his cool and physically assaulted a deputy. Even though the others were innocent of this, they all got treated harshly because of it. So the thought of unloading a massive amount of spunk into his friend's mouth secretly appealed to Marc's more sinister side, a side he would soon be giving in to.
Erik was dealing with his own issues at the same time. In what was turning into a shitty day he had been processed out of the county juvenile facility, put on a van to a new correctional unit, forced to strip naked, and paraded through a perverted milking floor. And if that wasn't enough, he was now on his knees before one of his best friends getting ready to be force-fed what was promised to be the mother lode of cums. Fuck! he thought to himself.
As the minutes passed Marc was trying to fight the erotic sensations inflicted by both the pump and the enhancer, but quickly succumbed to the reality that he couldn't hold out forever; after all, he was 15. He looked down at his friend kneeling before him as his body began to writhe in anticipation. Erik's eyes were pleading, he thought, almost like a puppy dog. The image amused him but he fought furiously to not smile.
Erik watched with increasing trepidation as Marc's body began to tense up, knowing full well what was coming. He watched as his friend's muscles contracted and his chest heaved in and out. Soon the boy began to perspire and his mouth opened.
"Oh, God," Marc moaned loudly. "Oh, my God! Oohhh!"
"Mm-mm! Mm-mm!" grunted Erik. "Hmph!! Hmph!!"
"I-I'm s-sorry, Erik. I'm s-sorry!" Marc cried as his body convulsed through his first forced orgasm that spewed his warm nut juice into the extractor, firing spurt after spurt of his thick liquid, grunting loudly as each creamy rope erupted: "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Erik, unable to speak because of the mouthpiece, was counting Marc's ejaculatory spurts. One, two, three, four, five, six -- six spurts! And they were really thick, he noted despairingly. He knelt there helplessly as his friend unleashed the biggest load of cum the youth had ever seen. His eyes grew wide as he watched his buddy's sticky goo work its way from the reservoir, through the connector, and towards his mouth. The creamy white fluid inched its way closer and closer, the slow pace only increasing his already-unbearable apprehension.
Erik's body went rigid as he felt the first drops of Marc's warm fluid hit his tongue. He wasn't sure what to do at first. But as the pump continued to funnel his friend's splooge into his mouth, he knew he had no choice but to swallow. Damn, he thought to himself, there was a lot of it. He couldn't hold it indefinitely, nor did he want to. So steeling himself against the total humiliation, he closed his eyes and swallowed it, the large quantity requiring several tries to get down.
Marc looked utterly mortified to any onlooker but inside felt perversely satisfied. "Oh, shit, man! I'm sorry! I am so sorry!" he gasped as the apparatus continued working his young rod, now incredibly sensitive. In spite of his words the poor boy was also biting his lip in an attempt to stifle a shitty grin. Of all that was happening and would happen, Marc found this moment distinctly gratifying.
And thus the day would proceed, Marc ejaculating massive volumes of his teenage spunk and Erik unwillingly tasting and swallowing every drop.
Watching from his office in the rear of the facility, Dr. Kumshaat smiled. As always the boys would not only be milked of their semen but totally, utterly, and completely humiliated. Once again, mission accomplished!
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