Zach's Story

Hello my name is Zack. Let me tell you my story. I was 14 at the time, tall

and lean, with sloppy dark blond hair and a cocky attitude. I was bursting

with attitude and hormones, but mostly hormones. I was, like most 14 year

olds, a walking erection. I jerked off four or five times a day, and looked

forward to having sex with ... well, whoever.

I awoke, when I tried to turn over and couldn't. I was obviously not at my

cousin's house anymore. I usually slept flat on my back, but not like this.

My arms where at an unusual angle, out to my sides and up at a right angle,

placing my hands just above my head. Something tight grasped my wrists. My

eyes tried to adjust to the dim light, blinking away the dryness of a long

sleep. But my mind was clouded by something -- something thick and

restrictive. Memories of early childhood fevers and delirium returned to me.

But then I recalled the fight against a general anesthetic from having my

appendix removed.

That was it. I had been drugged. As the room became more evident to me, so

did my condition. I was nude, flat on my back, but lifted forward at a

slight angle. I was shackled in some way -- firmly I must add -- at the

wrists and ankles, a belt of some kind across my middle, pressing me against

a padded tabletop. Each leg was lifted somewhat and spread slightly to each

side, like an gynecologist exam table, opening my always-eager 14-year old

crotch to whoever put me here.

There were things in the room around me, but the grey light was too dim to

make them out. The only light came from windows set high above me on one

wall. I seemed to be in a basment of some kind. I struggled to make out

sounds or smells, but found myself grasping for sensations that weren't

there. It was dusk outside, I thought. Or maybe early dawn. I didn't know.

Not where I was, not what I was doing there.

I tried to move, to check the bindings, and noticed a steady pressure in my

rectum. Blinking and looking down, I noticed a whitish tube that ran from a

small bag hanging from a stand beside the table to between my spread legs.

The pressure in my ass was familiar but not really uncomfortable. Like when

I put a finger in my ass in the shower. Warm and filling...

A warm current of something was dribbling into my ass, and I wondered why.

The thoughts that came to mind worried and oddly thrilled me. I was getting

very nervous, but before I could dwell on it, the lights snapped on.

Blinded, I squinted down at a motion nearby, something beyond the rim of the

lights set on me. Someone was there, moving toward me, slowly.

"Who is it?" I called. I struggled again against the shackles, but I was

trapped. I feared for my life, but my muffled mind couldn't think clearly to

react to it.

Nothing was the reply. Instead, they turned and moved a cart near me. I

tried to see what was on it, but could only make out some kind of machine

atop it. It resembled a small air compressor, I thought, or maybe a paint

sprayer of some kind. I had no idea and my young mind was racing, grasping

to make connections that explained why I was nude, exposed, and completely

vulnerable.

The pressure was getting to my filling ass, and my cock was begining a slow

crawl up my stomach, inching toward my face. The light played off my lightly

colored pubic hair, while a nervous sweat was beginning to cover my smooth

chest. The lights in my eyes grew suddenly brighter, and while I squinted,

the figure moved forward, down between my spread legs. I was suddenly

acutely aware of my position and exposure, but as the figure bent and pulled

the enema tube smoothly from my ass, sliding it out slowly, erotically, I

watched horrified as my dick grew stiffer, arching up toward my face in

small jerks, a thick-headed Five inches sprouting from a boyish clump of

pubic hair.

My legs strained against the binds as the slim tube was slipped from my

clenching pucker, a few drops of lube following it out. Then I let go. A

large gusher of water and other fluids and items came gushing out of me. As

the warm fluid slid across my spread asscrack, my cock flexed, filled to

bursting from the uncontrollable drives of a horny boy. Then it stopped

almost as fast as it had started.

The figure placed the tube on its stand and wheeled the stand to the side.

Then, moving again to a location between my legs, the figure lowered. I

began to make out a few details. He was male, young, and very attractive

--and oddly familiar.

I'd seen him before, but where? His light hair was cut very short, and he

wore only a loose t-shirt and running shorts.

Unconsciously, my eyes glanced at the high-cut shorts, looking for a glimpse

of naked dick. Startled, I looked away. Again, I tried to place the face,

but my mind was fumbling ...

My dick! my mind screamed. The man, with a firm hand, had reached out and

grasped my rock-hard cock, squeezing firmly. I groaned, the sensation of

another man's skin on my throbbing meat thrilling me, and I lifted my ass up

to meet his slow caress. A single drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of my

purple dickhead.

I gasped as his fingertip rolled it around the crown of my cock. My ass

clenched and my thick dick twitched in his fingers. Slowly, he began

stroking my boner. Painfully slowly. Dry, short strokes that teased me. I

moaned outloud. He looked up at me struggling on the padded table, and

smiled a knowing smile.

He was doing something to me that I had dreamed about for years, since I had

learned what cumming, was like from an eager-to-teach cousin. He had showed

me, late at night in the dim light of our uncle's pool, what it was like to

jack his 14-year old and my 12-year old dick to cumming.

Since then, I was hooked. In two years, I had read and seen plenty on the

"Net" about how to cum. I loved it all, especially with a large,

condom-covered carrot shoved inside me. But that was always by myself. This

was something new.

After a few minutes, I was about to go mad. The slow jacking of this

menacing man was about to make me pop. I needed to get off, and my balls

began to climb up in my sack, bracing themselves to blow their load.

Seeing this, he slowly stopped, placing my dick gently on my stomach. I

moved, wriggling to get my dick closer to him, lifting my ass up as far as I

could, offering my hard cock to him. "Please," I heard myself say.

That was exactly what he wanted. My lifted, exposed ass was quickly touched

by his thick finger. Without warning, his tough, callused hands spread my

ass further. Roughly, a single finger slid up inside me. I froze, but the

lube was doing its job. Effortlessly, he shoved it in to the third knuckle.

I moaned again, and a new string of pre-cum eased out of my stiff, twitching

dick.

Finger after thick finger invaded me, rubbing, searching, exploring my

insides. I groaned and wiggled around the table, wanting for the stranger to

touch my dick again. But for several minutes, all I received was two or

three fingers probing my rectum, shoving their way against my aching

prostate.

"Do you want to cum?" he suddenly asked. The voice was matter-of-fact,

almost playful. "Yes," I said. "Please, yes." "Are you sure?" he asked.

His hand returned to trace a fingertip along the ridge of my cock. It flexed

and added to the growing puddle of pre-cum on my stomach.

"Please, man," I managed. "I need to cum." He smiled. "Okay," the deep voice

spoke. "But you have to agree that I get all of it."

Not sure why he would want to swallow my spooge, I was in no condition to

question. "Yes, take it all." He half-laughed. "Oh, trust me," he said. "I

will. All of it." Moving toward me, his lips abruptly enclosed my dickhead,

tongue dancing around the edges. I gasped and started in the restraints.

Oh my God! I was NOT going to last at all. He slurped loudly at the pre-cum

on the tip, teasing me more. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "You've

never cum like you're going to tonight."

I nodded, my cock close to bursting. His two fingers inside me prodded

against my prostate and my cock lifted off my stomach, straining to the

point of pain. Lightly, he traced his tongue across the underside of my

dick, base to tip. I couldn't deal with it anymore. Panting and crying out,

my prostate battered by his fingertips buried inside me, my solitary dick

lurched and twitched, untouched, as I cried out in the restraints.

"Oh fuck, man!" I shouted, my shrill voice echoing in the large room.

"Fuck!! I'm about to cum. Oh God, it's too much, fuck! Touch my dick, dude,

please! I'm going to cum!" He only smiled. "Uhhhh! Uhhhhhgg ... oh please!!"

My dick was ready to burst. My balls were pulled tight against my cock. The

only stimulation was his fingers deep in my hole. Bucking my hips, I ached

for him to touch my cock, my asslips clenching his fingers. Just as I was

about to fire, the stranger's other hand smoothly slipped a wet, slick,

clear tube over my cock. It was a bit longer than my dick, maybe seven

inches long, and roughly the same diameter inside so it touched and slid all

around my rigid cock. The interior was coated in a clear substance that was

very, very slick and slightly cool. Attached to the end of the tube was a

length of clear flexible tubing that ran to the machine I had seen earlier.

The slick surface of the tube sliding across my rigid cock put me right over

the edge, and my body locked into an arched position against the restraints.

"FUCK! I'M COMING!!" Not caring where I came, my cock spat the first jet of

semen far into the end of the tube. A thick, ropey jet that actually made a

splattering noise against the plastic tubing. At that moment, he turned the

machine on. The electric compressor-like noise startled me at first, but my

next hands-free shot was already on the way out.

My cock and whole body tensed again, and I grunted my way through another

squirt of thick jism. Just then, the machine's suction pulled my first load

clear of the tube and eagerly slurped up the second as it exited my pulsing

dick. The next shot was about to come out when the machine started a new

maneuver.

Jerkingly at first, the tube moved on my dick, sliding toward the end. As it

did, it dragged the smooth jelly-like surface across my cumming dick. I

stared in disbelief at this contraption as my third shot of cum exited my

cockhole and was immediately sucked into the rubber hose. At the far end of

the hose, situated on the side of the machine, sat a jar about the size of a

juice glass. With soft slurping noises, my cum dropped into the waiting

container, quickly spilling across its bottom.

"Oh man! Oh fuck!!" I watched, fascinated, along with the stranger, as his

probing fingers and the steadily stroking tube produced several more jets of

cum, all slurped into the container. The machine worked me with a painfully

constant rhythm. It didn't react to my bucking, my thrashing and swearing.

It didn't see the pleasure-laced agony it produced in me, didn't marvel at

the enormous ropes of cum it pulled from my stiff young cock. As my tender

dick spewed jets, then trickles, of cum, the tube continued to work its way

up and down my shaft. Unlike a hand or a mouth, the tube's interior surface

covered and stimulated my whole cock equally, stimulating the entire length,

base to tip; then as it moved toward the end, it focused all of its

attention on my thickened, reddening dickhead. Then, it slid downward again,

sending me into further fits of ecstasy.

I moaned and grunted my way through it all, the stranger's fingers wiggling

within my slickened ass as my stretched pucker clenched down, flexed, and

clenched again with each eruption. The stranger twisted his hand again and

again within me. I'd never felt anything like this. My hips jerked forward

involuntarily, feeding more of my spunk to the machine. It continued to

ingest all I gave it, never tiring of my grunting spasms. Slowly, my body

began to relax from the orgasm, the cum slowing to twitching dribbles. A few

sticky drops were all that remained, and they too were quickly devoured by

the machine. I was finished. I moaned, satisfied, as the strangers fingers

slipped from my ass, bringing a small glob of cum to my dickslit.

I had barely even seen or felt it leave me when the machine pulled it into

the hose. The machine had covered the bottom of the jar with a shallow layer

of the cum it pulled out of me, maybe a bit more than a tablespoon at best.

As my breathing started to slow, I noticed that the tube was getting warmer

and that the speed of its pistoning on my cock was not slowing. I shuddered

and shifted in my harnesses. "Uhh... dude..." I said, hoping the man was

just distracted, maybe jerking himself after watching me writhe through the

most powerful orgasm I'd ever had.

"Dude..." But he wasn't listening, he was focused at my ass, doing something

I couldn't see. Slowly, a cool, metallic object -- an exceptionally fat,

metal butt-plug of some kind -- slid deep inside me, stretching my ass wider

than it ever had been before.

I cried out and tried to stand in my harnesses, trying futilely to escape

the cool mass as he worked it into me. And just then, my abused ass clamped

down over the tapered base. It was obviously set inside me for a while. I

dreaded the feeling it would make coming out. He looked up from between my

legs, and smiled again.

"You said I could have it all," he said ominously. "I know you have more. So

I'm taking it." I didn't understand what he was talking about. And didn't

care either.

The stroking machine was still working my dick at a steady pace, dragging

its slick interior over and over again on my hypersensitive cock.

"Hey, man, I'm done," I said. "Could you turn the machine off now?"

He shook his head. "No, don't think so. And you're far from done."

The sliding on my dick was driving my crazy. I tried to pull myself free of

the continuous sucking, but there was no escaping its attentions. I was

trapped. It sucked me more. "Uh-uh-uh, pl-l-leasse, m-man..." I said, my

body wracked by spasms of intense sensations traveling up my dick. It was

maddening. From the time my orgasm began, the tube had slid up and down my

cock, and it continued on and on still, relentlessly stimulating my spent

cock. My mind was filled with sensations, and I couldn't decide what my body

needed to do -- cum, piss, cry out, laugh, scream. It felt like I needed to

do them all, and yet, I could do nothing but whimper and shake on the table.

"No way, man. I can't cum again. Not yet." I was worried and getting

uncomfortable. The machine didn't care and kept sucking me. The young man

had stood and walked to another machine nearby. The machine had a few large

dials on it, and a meter of some kind. I noticed two wires running across

the floor from the new machine. One went to the tube on my cock, the other

... went to the butt-plug buried inside me. "I think you can," he said in a

low voice.

"No," I said. I looked at my still hard cock inside the wickedly sliding

tube. The inside of the tube was smeared with my cum, and my still-hard cock

was becoming numb despite its attentions. "In fact, you're about to cum

harder than you've ever cum before," he said, reaching for a switch. I

didn't understand. Normally, I would need at least a short break before

cumming again so quickly. And never had I been able to continue to jerk

myself more than a few seconds past orgasm before the feeling became

unbearable.

But now my body couldn't escape the stroking, the nonstop sucking, of the

machine attached to my teenage cock. "No, man, please..." I begged. I just

wanted the sucking to stop. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Please, just turn it off, I --" He flicked a switch. I screamed. I came.

If you can call it cumming, that's what I did. Not from the stroking, not

from the pistoning. But my body reacted like it was the cum of my life. I

can't begin to describe the sensation that coursed through my ass and into

my cock. The butt-plug, pressed hard against my aching prostate, began to

fire small but powerful half-second currents through me. They traveled

inside me, through me, and out the sucking tube. The machine went into a

high-suck mode, the tone growing higher like a vacuum cleaner sucking

against your hand, as it pulled against my aching cock.

"FUCK!!! OH MY GOD!!!! AHHHH!!! UH-UH-UH..!! AHHHHHHHH!!!!! SHIITTTT...!!!"

Hips bucking wildly in time with the currents, I came like nothing I've ever

known. A huge gob of cum erupted from my cock. Felt it as it shot from the

tip of my dick -- "poured" is more like it -- and heard the machine slurp it

up eagerly.

"AHHHH...!!!!!" Then I came again, another huge jet. Then another. And

another. It was maddening pleasure, too intense to be enjoyable. It felt

like my cum was a long piece of silken yarn, and with each twitch of my

cock, the machine drew and yanked long strings of it from deep within me.

"EEIIIYYY!!!! NO PLEASE STOP IT!! EEEAAAASSE-suh-uh-uh-uh!!"

Each time my body wracked in jerking spasms that coincided with the pulses

in my ass and cock. Each pulse of electricity clenched my ass on the tapered

plug, driving it hard inside me, against my prostate, pushing my inner

button over and over, making me jerk involuntarily. And with each jerk, my

cock spewed more cum. I saw my volleys of cum filling the two empty inches

at the end of the sucking tube. I could no longer speak. How long had I been

cumming...?

"Guh-guh-UHHH! UHH-GUHHHH!!!!!" I watched as much as possible, stunned and

screaming, as my pulses of semen filled the end of the tube, outstripping

the machine's ability to drain it all. Finally, after a solid ten seconds,

the currents stopped -- and so did my cumming.

Panting, I collapsed against the table, my trembling body becoming wet with

sweat. For several seconds, the machine sucked and slurped up my cum,

finally emptying the tube again. And then the tube slid once again. And

again. Just as before, it stroked and sucked my young cock.

"See," he said. "I knew you had it in you." He smiled smugly. "And now you

don't."

"No more, please," I begged. "Please..." I wanted to cry, but there were no

tears, just trembling, the shaking of my teenage body as the machine tried

to drain me over and over again.

"Oh, you can stop at any time," he replied. "The machine can be stopped two

ways."

"Okay ... what do you--" I gasped, writhing under the merciless stroking and

sucking of the tube.

"Oh no," he explained. "It's not about me, It's the machine doing it. It

wants your cum even more than I do. And once started, it won't stop until

you meet one of two criteria."

I moaned and shifted again, trying to get this sucking tube off my tender

young dick. It was killing me with torrents of post-cum stimulation, never

slowing, bouncing over and over on my cock, suckling to get more cum out of

me.

"Either you can just wait the full hour the machine is set to run," he

stated. My heart sank at the words. "Or fill the glass."

I looked up. The jar was not even a quarter full. I couldn't do it.

I shook my head. "No, please, I can't... I can't cum anymore..."

He shook his head, disappointedly. "Again, I think you can."

And he turned the knob on the machine, and the currents started again.

My body locked and jerked. Screaming in agonizing orgasmic passion, I came

again. "N-n-no!! Stop! I can't -- UH-UH-UH!! AHHH-RRGG!! SHIT F-F-F-UCK

SH-SHI-I-I-I-IT!!!!!!" My balls were pulled tight against the base of my

cock as another stream of jism coursed out of me.

The machine pulled it up into the wiggling hose and dribbled it in the

waiting jar. My ass clenched against the thick base of the enormous

plug in my bowels, driving hard inside my guts as it ticked more and more

electric current through my spasming cock. I didn't even feel the stroking

anymore, just something coursing through my stiff dick. I couldn't tell what

was actual cum and what was the effect of the electrical current. It didn't

matter anyway. To the machine, it was the same. It pulled more of the silken

yarn of cum from my rubbery red cock. The twitching stopped, and I struggled

to watch more of my cum, clearer than before and not nearly as much of it,

disappear into the hose of the tube.

The machine decreased its vacuuming, but the tube continued to slide again.

And again... Whimpering, I panted in my restraints, the tube working my cock

as though I never came at all. I felt light-headed and the muscles under my

balls ached, feeling thick against the plug buried in me.

The stranger examined the collection jar and shook his head disapprovingly.

"You're going to have to try much harder," he said quietly. "I think you're

holding back."

Emphatically, I shook my head, but it was difficult as my body thrashed in

revolt against the insistent sucking. "N-n-no! I'm-m n-n-not!

Pl-eas-s-se..."

"Maybe you need more time," he said.

"Y-y-yes!!" I cried out, shivering not from any cold, but in dread of the

next orgasm, out of the sensations racing over my adolescent dick. "Yes-s-s,

pl-p-please..."

"Very well," he said, moving toward the machine controlling the pulses.

"You'll have plenty of time." He smiled wickedly. "A full thirty seconds ...

of cumming."

My chest clenched tight. Thirty seconds? That was three times longer than

the first two times, and now my --

"FUUUUUUCK!!!! UH-UH-UH-UHGGAH...!!" The low-voltage currents lashed through

my cock and took everything I had left in me with it.

Thrashing in the shackles like an animal in a trap, my cock fed the last of

my cum to the sucking tube. But when the first shot seemed enormous to me

and barely anything spewed from my battered cockhead, my heart sank. Again

and again, my cock twitched, releasing dribbles of clear spooge into the

tube. There was little left, and the machine was taking it all.

"Ugh... ugh... uhh..." My body was locked in a flailing I could not control,

as my abused teen tool was subjected to the never-ending assault of the tube

and the currents from deep in my ass.

Aching and throbbing, my red dick tried to offer more and more to the eager

tube, but nothing was left in me. Pain shot through the base of my dick with

each jerking spasm. But my body refused to offer any more cum.

I screamed over and over, begging the man to turn it off, to make it stop.

But he only watched the tube, studying the tiny dribbles of semen that

trickled from my puffed cock inside. Slowly, drops fell into the collection

jar.

I'd lost track of how long I had cum, but it didn't matter. When I had

finished cumming, the machine forced my body to keep cumming, on and on ...

the full thirty seconds he had told me.

Then it stopped. Barely able to move, I watched the tube slide across my

dick again. And again. Only my right leg moved in protest to its onslaught,

quivering in a futile effort of lift my penis away from the tube. The

thought of cumming held no appeal to me. Only release, only to be free of

the machine's sucking. What felt like minutes passed. I thought maybe my

dick would go limp, would slip from the tube, relieving my agony.

But the sucking tube managed to keep it hard, to keep it ready to receive

more stimulation. Even as it tried to shrink in discomfort, the vacuum in

the tube pulled it full, and the lubed surface ran its sensations into my

aching penis, leaving me to shake on the tabletop.

In the few years I had been sexually functional, let alone active, I had

never had more than two orgasms in a half hour period. My young body had

never been subjected to anything like this. A week of cumming, an eternity

of sucking, all packed into a span of 16 minutes. I didn't know what more

was left inside me, but my mind was screaming in my head, but my body,

wracked with spasms of cumming and of ever-stimulation, could not react to

any thoughts -- only the raw sensations on my pathetic cock.

The sucking machine took me through another two orgasms, each ejaculation

smaller than the next, until only a few drops trickled out -- even though

the sensations grew more furious and my screaming more intense.

The stranger examined the growing collection of my young spunk. It was milky

on the bottom, but the top layers where growing clearer with each dribbling

ejaculation.

"Not bad," he said, almost comforting. "But we're still not there yet."

I tried to speak, but managed only a guttural moan. My eyes pleaded for him

to stop, to make me stop cumming. But he only looked back at me, a strange

curiosity in his eyes. His arm moved; it was about to begin again. Over the

almost soothing din of the machine, milliseconds before the currents began.

I heard the relays click.

I watched as my hips lifted again against the restraints. The sliding tube

increasing its suction on my cock. The ticking of electrical current took

assault on my prostate once again, making the muscles far at the base of my

dick, deep under my aching balls, begin to twitch and contract. The sounds I

made were not human. My cock strained and jerked within the clear tube, the

head flaring with each spasm, slit gaping, seeming almost to cry out

silently at its orgasmic agony. The pressure built quickly within me, and

moved toward my cock, past my tightened balls. It was a wad of cum, massive,

enormous. I felt it moving up my dick, and despite the torture of the past

sessions, I ached for release, to feel the cum pass through my hard penis

and watch it slurp into the bouncing hose, dribbling into the cum-collecting

glass.

My hips thrust in mid-air, driving my cock toward the tube, searching for

release, aching to feed more of my forced cum to the suckling machine.

"Uhh-uh... Uhhmmmm... guh...ming...UGGHHHH!!!!!" It was almost out of me

now, the tube waiting, impatiently rubbing my dick over and over, sucking to

pull the wad clear of my pitifully spent balls. My cock grew enormous and

hard in the tube, lifting the hose a bit as the tube traveled the short

length of my violated cock. I was going to cum again. Again...

"SCREEE-UH!! UH!! IT'S... UGH!! NO!! GOD PLEASE NO!!!! UGH!!

UHHHHGGGHGHGH...!! I tried to watch the huge wad jet out of me and into the

tube. It felt as though it was three times bigger than any of the others. My

body screamed and beat itself against the table, my hard teen dick waving

lewdly, and the tube still firmly attached and sucking away.

"JUH!!! N-N-N-N... AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" My cock lurched in the tube.

"F-F-F-FUCK! GAHH!! UHHHHH!!..." Nothing. My dick lurched again and again in

the tube, my hips thrusting uncontrollably toward the ceiling, but nothing

came out. Only more of my screams. The stranger turned a dial then on the

machine. Without a pause between, the new pulses ticked through my

adolescent crotch. Stronger. Much stronger.

Every muscle in my young body flexed with the pulsing in my ass. Legs flexed

against the ankle straps, my arms tight in the restraints, back arched, hips

bucking. "EEEEIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!"

Second after second ticked by, my body wrenching, squeezing whatever it

could to offer the machine. It nursed on my tender dick as I screamed again

and again in torment. Then I heard the slurping began. I watched a pitiful

dollop of cum leak from my dick. And the machine took it from me, into the

hose, into the glass. Over and over, the machine stroked my cock, tried to

make me cum. It sucked cruelly me as I dry-came into the tube.

"Uh... d-don't-t... ah-ah-mm...k-k-kuh...Guh!!...Guh!!!!"

It sucked me past what any cum could be, past what any 14-year old -- or any

male -- should ever endure.

My eyes lost all focus and I looked down, amazed that my dick remained hard

within the sliding tube.

The pleasure of cumming was gone, gone like all of my semen down the hose of

the sucking tube. My young body -- "young, dumb, and full of cum" --had

offered all the cum it had; and the machine wanted more.

I jerked and tugged, thrashing my pathetic dribbles into the vacuuming tube.

I couldn't take it anymore. The sensations were too much, too intense. As

the ticking kept my body in the throws of the longest, driest, most

agonizing orgasm I could imagine, my mind faded out. My vision grew dim,

swallowed into unconsciousness as the machine swallowed my brutally coerced

semen. Mercifully, I passed out.

And even then, the cumming continued...

ZACK PART-2:

I finally have Zack.

For the last school year he has been in my gym class. Being a P.E. teacher

has a lot of advantages, and one was to be able to order boys to wear gym

shorts. Zack took it a step further, and he would always wear gym shorts

that were at least a size too small.

He has the greatest legs I have seen on a boy in a very long time. Only a

light dusting of fine blond hairs on his lower legs were visible.

Zack is a major cock tease. He is the only boy who would shower after gym

class, and he always wash his cock and balls in a very slow manner and the

soap suds would get so thick that sometimes they would hide his balls. His

balls. He had hairless balls that even on cold days would hang down low. I

could never get my mind off his lovely orbs in that bag of skin that hung

between his well tanned legs.

Then the other day I got the best show of my life. I had come back in to the

locker room because I had forgotten a file that I had to take with me to a

staff meeting the teachers were having during lunch. I heard a low moaning

sound, and I had to look since no students should have still been in the

locker room.

There was Zack. He was lying down of the shower room floor, still 100%

naked. His dick was nice and hard, and his right hand was pumping up and

down on his soaped up cock. His left hand was pumping two soapy fingers in

and out of his hairless asshole.

His eyes were closed and I knew he was close to cumming, because his chest

was heaving like he had just run laps. His pink dime sized nipples were hard

as rocks.

Then it hit.

Zach arched his back. Only his feet and head were on the floor now. His cock

gave one mighty lurch, and a very large and thick rope of white cum shot out

of his piss slit. The glob made a wet, splat sound as it hit the wall behind

Zack's head. The next two ropes of cum shot out and coated Zack's face. I

was most happy to see another rope shoot out and hit Zack right on his left

nipple. I thought that would be it, but out came three more smaller spurts

that made a nice white dotted pattern on his belly. A few light dribbles

came out of his dick and coated his small pubic bush.

Zach then relaxed and lay down fully on the floor again. As quietly as I

could, I went to my office and grabbed the file I needed, and went to the

meeting. I was most thankful for the jock I had on.

All night that night I worked on my plans to get Zack's cum and balls. It

took me three weeks to get everything ready. Finally I had everything

prepared; I just had to wait for Zack to fuck up in class. That day finally

came about five days after I had everything ready. Zack pulled a dumb stunt

and another student got hurt.

It took everything in me to act pissed off instead of full of joy. I had

Zack run laps for the rest of the class and then told him he had a Saturday

detention. What is great is the students had not been told that the Board of

Education had only the week before changed the rules such that teachers

could not give out a Saturday detention.

On Saturday Zack arrived on time and I had him go change into his gym

clothes. He had asked where the other boys were, and I just shrugged and

told him he was a little early.

Zack went into the locker room, and I took out the small car alarm remote I

had in my pocket. I gave Zack some time, then I pushed the button.

An odorless and invisible gas started to fill the locker room. I checked my

watch several times, and finally, when I thought the time was right, I went

into the locker room. Zack was passed out on the floor only wearing his

socks. I gave Zack a shot in his butt to make sure he would not wake up. I

then packed up his street clothes and packed his gym clothes back into his

locker. Now as far as the evidence in the gym went, Zach had never shown up.

I packed Zack and his clothes into the trunk of my car, and then drove out

to my cabin. When we arrived I stripped off Zach's socks and secured him to

the old medical table I had bought.

I then drove back to the school. I called Zach's mother and asked her where

her son was. I had explained that he had a Saturday detention and he had not

arrived. His mother told me she would see to his punishment and promised me

that he would be there next Saturday. I smiled and thanked her for all her

help. I hung up the phone and went home.

Around midnight when I knew I would be ok, I went back up to the cabin to

check on Zack. He was still sleeping, but it had gotten a bit cold. His

nipples were hard from the cold, and even his balls had pulled up tight for

warmth. I gave Zack another shot, and covered him with a thick Duvet.

On Sunday I packed up my fishing gear, and acted like I was going on one of

my normal one day fishing trips. I set up my pole and when I was sure no one

was watching I went off to the cabin.

Talk about perfect timing. Zack was just waking up. I knew I had less than a

half hour before he would be fully awake.

So as fast as I could, I helped Zack use the bathroom, drink a lot of

fluids, and eat some food. I then gave him another sleep shot. I tied him

back down to the exam table. Before I covered him again with the duvet, I

reached out and felt his low hanging balls. They were a good heavy feel in

my hand and were a bit sweaty from the heat.

I covered him up, then went back to my fishing. I even managed to catch my

limit of fish before heading home.

On Monday, Zach was not at school. Playing my role, during lunch I called

Zack's mother again to find out why her son was not at school today. She

told me that Zach had never come home on Saturday and that she had called

the police.

As if the word was magic, two men in cheap suits who could have been holding

up signs that just screamed "COP" walked into my office. I hung up the phone

and for the next half hour I was raked over hot coals by the cops. I had my

story well planed out and I was able to tell them everything I knew and

nothing that would help them. I was so ready for them, that even when asked

a trick question to try and get me mixed up with my story I was able to give

them the right answer, so it confirmed I knew nothing of what happened to

Zack.

When the so called detectives were done with me, they asked me to open up

Zack's locker. I looked in my file cabinet and pulled out Zack's folder.

After looking at the locker combo, I took them to Zack's locker. I opened

the padlock and stepped back. The police officers looked through it all and

packed it up and gave me a receipt for the items they took.

Every night after faking sleep, I would sneak out of the house, and walk the

three blocks to my rented car. The car was not in my name, but under a

different name I had made up for me when I worked for Military Intelligence.

I would drive to the cabin, wash, feed, and water Zack, then secure him to

the table and cover him again with the duvet.

The police visited me again and asked me the same questions over and over

again, four more times in the next two weeks. Then they finally gave up on

me, and started looking elsewhere. Even today it is still an open case, and

Zack is just listed as a runaway.

Now it was safe to play. It was a three day weekend, and I packed up my

stuff like I was going camping. I drove to our local wildlife park. I

stopped at the entrance and told the rangers I was hiking out to the falls

to camp for the three days, and I would be back by Monday night. The ranger

wished me a good trip and I went to park my car.

I hefted my large pack onto my back and started out on my hike. After two

hours, I came to the entrance to my hidden trail. I got onto my home-made

path and hiked a long six hour hike to my cabin.

Once there I unpacked and dressed in the clothing I had selected to wear.

I used a makeup kit to change my face a little. It was all very well done

and in the dim light it would be very hard for Zack to know who I really

was.

I set up the pumping machine I had built and got everything ready. About an

hour before the drugs were to wear off, I gave Zack several large enemas to

clean him all out. The last enema I gave Zack, was a special one. It was a

mild and very slick fluid that would keep him well lubed up inside and also

help carry a nice current.

As the drug wore off, I stood in the dark shadows to wait for him to fully

awaken. He woke up and slowly discovered he was tied down and secure.

I played with Zack for as long as I could, until he passed out.

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Now that my fun was over it was time to earn my real pay. After all being a

gym teacher was a lot of fun, but the pay sucks.

I first turned off my machine. I then pulled the butt plug out of Zack's

ass. Some of the lube followed out after it. I removed the tube from his now

soft penis. His dick had been abused so much, that it had shunk down to

were I could only see the circumcized tip.

Before I unstrapped him from the table, I gave him another shot. I then

untied him and took him into the bathroom. In the bathroom I scrubbed Zack

from head to toe, then again from toe to head. I gave him a few more enemas

to get all the lube fluid out of him.

I then used a razor and shaved away his pubic hair. Just to make sure, I ran

the razor over his scrotum a few times. Once he was all clean and dry again

I strapped him back down to the table. I covered him up with the duvet.

Then I went to my bed and fell asleep.

ZACH PART-3:

I woke up and was sweating a lot. There was a heavy duvet covering me. I had

some kind of ball in my mouth that was gagging me. I could tell I was still

tied down to the table.

In fact I was even more secured. I felt new straps on my body. The straps

were pulled tight and I knew I would not be moving anything but my eyes for

a while.

The man came up to me and yanked of the duvet. He had a bent metal rod in

his free hand.

He dropped the duvet and placed the rod under the table I was on. The rod

was some kind of handle for a crank. The guy turned the rod and I heard a

sound as my upper body was lifted.

I was now lifted in a sitting position and I could see that my legs had been

spread far apart. I tried to look into the man's eyes so I could plead with

him, but he never looked me in the face.

There must have been a chair between my legs, because the man sat down

between my legs.

The man picked up this tool that looked like a pair of small pliers. He

placed a small blue band on the tip of the pliers. I watched him squeeze the

handle and the pliers opened up. The blue band expanded too.

The man took a hold of my balls with his free hand and with a well-practised

hand, he fed my balls one at a time through that blue band.

I was becoming scared and started to cry a bit.Then I screamed bloody murder

into my gag. The man had pushed the blue band up and off the pliers. The

band had snapped close and real tight around my upper scrotum.

It felt like a mule had just kicked me in the balls. I screamed and tried to

yell for the man to take the band off. As I shook and screamed in pain, I

saw the man put another blue band onto the pliers.

I started yelling again and shook my head side to side, as I watched the man

take my now tender balls back into his hand.Again he fed my balls one at a

time through the little blue band, and again he snapped it off the tool.

This time the pain I felt as the new band constricted around my balls felt

only like a large man in combat boots kicked me in the balls.

My scrotum started to swell up and turn a dark purple in color. As my ball

bag swelled up and changed color, the man started to slowly masturbate my

penis. Even though I was in a lot of pain, my teenage penis responded to the

stimulation. It grew to it full hardness and even started to leak some clear

pre-cum.

The man continued to slowly pump my dick and used his other hand to feel my

swelled up balls.The man stopped playing with my cock and balls and picked

up another tool. The tool looked like it was a spring loaded pair of

scissors.

With a lot of strength I watched the man open up the tool. He placed one of

the blades right between the two blue bands that were around my scrotum. I

felt the sharpness of the blade and My crying and screaming become more

panicked.

The man then took hold of my penis again with his free hand. His other hand

holding the tool in place. The man took his time. His hand slowly pumped on

my piss pump. When he was at the upper end of my dick, he would rotate his

hand, then pull down while turning his hand back.

My balls were throbbing from pain, and now added a feeling of needing to

cum.

The man started to stroke my hard cock just a bit faster now. I felt my

balls try and pull up, getting ready to shoot, but the two bands kept them

down.

The orgasm hit me with a strong force. It was kind of painful it felt so

good.

The first blast of cum shot out of my dick. That's when I heard a loud SNAP

sound. Just as the second blast of cum was exiting my piss hole, I felt the

second blade start to slice into my flesh. As the blade passed through my

flesh, It cut away my scrotum and balls. I felt a strong surge of both pain

and pleasure. Another blast of cum rocketed out of my dick and shot up so

high I though it would stick to the roof. My body gave one last convulsion

and I then passed out again.

When I woke up, I was cleaned up and in a nice bed. I had been sleeping for

a very long time, because were my balls had once been, there was a small

pink patch of skin, like when a scab has freshly fallen off.

A few days later I met my trainer and I began my training to become a white

slave to some rich Arab man.

Later I learned it was my gym teacher who had done all those things to me

and he was paid a very large sum of cash for me.

The End.

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