PART 5
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Yes, six of the men got caught heading back to Kenosha that night. There was a drunk driver checkpoint and drove right into the hands of the waiting police. None of them were drunk, but they were all naked. And it was 12:30 AM and it was 20 degrees out. I'd say that's at least reason to be suspicious that something was up. The police couldn't set this check point up outside of town, no, they set it up right near the busiest intersection in the city. All six of them, driving their own cars, were directed to the grocery store parking lot, where they were directed to get out of their cars while the cars were searched for contraband. None was found. All of them had to do the field sobriety tests; all passed. But once the Kenosha News got wind of the story, it ran on the front page. The charges were dropped; no one had to even appear in court. Turns out while driving naked is not illegal; just highly frowned upon.
The next Sunday was Halloween and the Bears had a bye week; meaning they had the week off. The same email conversation went on this week as last, but with one exception. Since it was a bye week, could the Bear fans get a week off and get unlocked?
Denise saw that email and chimed in immediately with:
"You all made a commitment to stay locked if your team loses and you are to stay locked until your team wins. But I do have one idea up my sleeve for Mark. If Mark agrees, you might get lucky."
That email got a huge email storm going. "What did she mean?" "Are we going to get out?" The questions kept coming, but the answers didn't.
That Sunday, the Packers were playing the Jets in New York with at noon kick off. Because Denise was going to be there this week, especially with the teasing email she sent, everyone arrived at Denise's early. Denise's place was a 500 acre spread on Route 173 just west of Richmond, just over the Illinois line. Plenty of privacy. She had inherited the farm when her parents died several years back and was quite successful running it as a dairy farm. She had about 300 head of dairy cows which she and Mark tended to. Mark did most of the farm work, delivering pizzas on the side, while Denise ran the business of the farm. Mark still maintained his home in Kenosha, but was getting close to selling that and moving to Richmond with Denise.
When the men arrived at Denise's Farm on this bright sunny Halloween Sunday, they saw the signs directing them to park near the barn. Once there, they saw additional notes directing them to deposit their clothes in the "Rod's Drum", a 55 gallon drum near the parking area. And yes, it was already filled with water. Denise liked the story of the drum so much she decided to reprise it for this week.
Unlike last week, the forecast was not calling for freezing temps. Last week's drum was still sitting at Pete's house. He had taken all the clothes and had hung them on the line so they were at least dry. And they would stay there all winter.
The men gathered in the barn, not the traditional wooden red barn you see in paintings. This was a more modern metal barn that Denise's father had built shortly before he died. There was plenty of room for the tractors and other equipment, a huge milking parlor for the cows and a rather large workshop. Mark had set up two TVs in the workshop.
The men started gathering in that room, some had wandered into the area with the tractors, and others were walking through the milking parlor. Over the loudspeaker, they heard Mark asking all to gather in the workshop. They quickly assembled. Mark let them know that Denise had some special surprises in store for them. First and most importantly, they would all be unlocked for the game. Everyone was happy to hear that. More than one cock had started to grow, straining at the cages that held them.
"But," continued a female voice," you won't be allowed to touch yourself at all while you are here. And everyone will be locked back up no matter who wins today." Denise had slipped into the room as Mark was talking and was standing behind all of the men. "If anyone decides to touch their little dickys without my permission, I've got a special treat for all of you."
They all turned around as she was talking. Most, if not, all of the men had, at one time or another, had had sex with a woman, so this wasn't the first time that a woman had seen them naked. But for almost all of them, it had been quite some time ago, and they had the natural shyness about being seen naked for the first time. About half of them had put their hands down and covered their equipment.
"What did I just say about touching your little dicks?" she asked. "Hands behind your backs. Now. Everyone." All of the men assumed the Parade Rest position, hands clasped behind their backs. "That's more like it!"
Looking right at Mark, she said, "I don't think they can be trusted. We're going to have to go with the collars."
"Yes, Ma'am," replied Mark as he headed for a cabinet and pulled out a dozen dog collars and some other chains.
"Okay, get in line, go to Mark and get fitted for a collar," ordered Denise.
Like a bunch of school boys, they lined up single file and Mark put a dog collar around their neck and cuffed their wrists to the collars with chains about 12 inches long. Long enough to enable them to cross their arms across the chest but not long enough to reach their cages. In short order everyone was trying to figure out if they could reach their cocks. No one could.
Mark put the last collar on himself and Pete cuffed Mark's hands in place.
"Now for the fun part, taking those cages off. I understand that no one has their keys and that some of you have locked for a few weeks now and are just a wee bit horny."
Several of the men responded with "You got that right Denise" and "like you wouldn't believe."
Hearing her name used, Denise quickly corrected them, saying, "While you are here, you are to call me either Mistress or Ma'am, as you heard my boy Mark address me earlier. While you are here, I consider all of you to be my boys. And boys don't call any one, other than other boys, by their first name. Understood?"
"Yes Ma'am" came the almost instantaneous response, as if it had been practiced.
"Now, Mark has washed all of the keys because I didn't want to touch them once they came out of the substance they had been stored it. I'm hoping they still work. Line up again. Start right here. I'm going to try one key at a time. If it works, good for you. If it doesn't go to the back of the line."
There were 36 keys and 12 men to be unlocked. It went fairly quickly and all 12 men were sporting rather impressive erections. Each cock just yearning to be stroked and allowed to cum. But those chains on their wrists were preventing that.
"Okay," said Mark, "now that we are all free, it's time for a little hygiene. I haven't been able to wash my cock since it was locked, don't know about you. Follow me and we can get cleaned up `down there' in here." The men all followed Mark into what appeared to be a long shower room with nozzles on both sides but none on the ceiling. "This," Mark explained, "is Ma'am's tractor wash. She lets me get cleaned up in here before heading home every day. The way this works is simple. You start here and walk slowly down the line facing each nozzle for at least 30 seconds before moving to the next one. Soap comes out with the water in the first couple and its just rinse at the end. And no, no wax." He walked over to the control panel and hit a couple of buttons and the water started shooting out. He neglected to tell them one thing. Tractors don't need warm water. It's all cold water.
Despite the cold water, not one single cock had gone down.
Once they had made it through the tractor wash, they walked back to the workshop and got ready for the game. During the previous week, Mark had moved some old couches into the area so the men found a spot to sit and got comfortable. Beer and pizza were ready on the tables on one side. Munchies of all sorts were readily available. There was one chair, a wing back chair with an ottoman, sitting off to the side. It had its own side table and on it stood a wine glass and bottle of Riesling. No one had to say anything, but everybody knew that the chair was Denise's.
As the men were getting situated, Denise was the first to notice that each of the men were sporting some pretty impressive erections. But she didn't say anything. She just looked around the room, smiled, and gently fingered herself. She had never been around so many naked men – most of whom still took care of their bodies. She was loving this.
Just before kick-off, Denise reminded the men of the emails that were flying around in the previous week and her one comment about something special for Mark. "Keep in mind, I control the keys to the chains around your necks, so I'm thinking it would be a good idea to agree with me on this. Once Mark does one thing, I will let him unlock one of your hands. But if he can't or won't do as I say, all of you get locked up and I keep the keys."
Mark looked at Denise and asked, "What is thing that I need to do, Ma'am?"
"Simple. You are to kneel here, next to me and give each of these men a blow job."
"Ma'am?"
"Did I mumble? I want to see you suck each of these cocks until they cum. And you are to swallow every last drop. They deserve some relief, don't you think?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said as he knelt down.
"Now, boy, you are to stay here and service the other boys until they have all been taken care of."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Okay, boys, anyone want to cum? Get in line." That was all they needed to hear and without delay, one man after another lined up to cum for the first time in weeks. Mark, on the other hand, had never done this. He knew what felt good based upon what he had experienced from blow jobs he received and he tried his best to mimic that.
The first one in line was John, who wasted no time shooting a huge load down Mark's not so willing throat. Joe was right behind him, who was ready willing and able to provide another load for Mark. By the end of the first half, Mark's mission was complete and he was ready to lose his cookies. He had never given anyone a blow job; he had just given blow jobs to 12 and swallowed every drop of their cum.
"I do have one more requirement before you are allowed to remain unlocked. And you'll find that out after the game."
The Packers game itself was fairly boring. The Pack pulled ahead to a 9-0 lead in the first quarter. And there was no other scoring for the rest of the game.
Once Mark had successfully completed the final blow job, Denise let everyone know what the final requirement was. She wanted the 12 of them to cum two more times each and shoot into a mayonnaise jar she was holding. "I want to watch Mark jacking you off and shooting your loads into this jar." Then looking at Mark, "You have an hour. You better get to work. The little boy has never done anything like this and I want to show him how real men shoot their loads. That little dicky of his can barely produce anything when he cums. Just remember, if he's not successful, all of you get locked back up."
Mark, now beet red from embarrassment, starts stroking Joe's cock. Again, he had never touched another man's cock before today; and here he is starting to give Joe a hand job. Luckily, Joe responded well and was able to get hard for Mark almost immediately and within minutes was shooting another load, this time smaller into the mayo jar. Dave was sitting next to Joe. Mark moved in front of Dave and knelt down and started stroking Dave's cock. Just like Joe, Dave was also ready to go.
By the time Mark had gotten to the fourth man, Rod, Denise said, "Wait a second. There's something missing. Mark, you need to be begging for permission from each man to make them cum. Start over. Before you do, take the cum you've collected and put it on the last pizza, just dump it on. And eat a piece. And offer a piece to the guy's you've just milked."
Obediently, Mark took the jar and dumped the collected semen on the pizza, took a piece and ate it. Then offered pieces to the four men he had just given hand jobs to. Dave wasn't sure which was worse, the cum covered pizza or the idea that he was going to have to cum again 5 minutes after he had just cum.
Rod had just finished his pizza when Mark knelt down in front of Joe and said, "Please Sir, may I have some of your semen?"
"Do I have a choice?" was Joe's response, to the laughter of many in the room.
"No, start back with Rod," ordered Denise. Rod's cock was still sensitive from just cumming and he was squirming in no time once Mark started stroking his cock.
"Fuck that tickles" was all Rod could say.
Denise saw this and realized that Rod, and maybe the others, would have to be restrained. Looking at Mark, she said, "Time to put them into the stanchions?"
"Stanchions?" "what are Stanchions?" was the reply from the naked, horny men.
"You'll find out. Follow Mark."
Mark led them outside towards the back of the barn, where he had previously set up some milking stations. Last month, Denise had upgraded the milking parlor for the cows and still had several of the old milking machines. She had Mark set them up just for this occasion. Each man was led to a stanchion and was positioned in place by a wooden plank both in front and in back of his neck. The planks were locked in place and once four men were locked in place, the milking machines were attached to their cocks. The machines didn't know/didn't care if it was a cows teat or a mans cock, it milked the same. Slight pressure at one end and slowly moving pulling the pressure to the tip. Over and over and over...
As their cocks grew, the pressure seemed to grow as well, but it was just their cocks pushing back. The pressure never changed, the speed never changed, but the reactions of the men changed. Some started moaning. Some started swearing from the incessant stimulation. Some just closed their eyes and leaned their heads back and enjoyed the sensation.
After about ten minutes, no one had shot their load, so Denise decided to increase the speed just a bit. That was enough. In short order eight of them yelled "I'm gonna cum."
Her response: "Everyone has to cum twice. And the second cum only counts after everyone has cum once."
The milking machines were incessant, wicked creatures, constantly squeezing their cocks, trying to get the cum out of the men.