Gay Erotic Stories

Higgins could feel that he was getting close to orgasm. If only Juliette would move her gentle hand to the head of his penis, he knew he would cum. Unbeknownst to him; however, Bruno was preparing a machine that would be the focal point of the next torture. A milking machine! Bruno grabbed the man's penis from Juliette and placed a lubricated sheath over the head and down to the base, covering the entire organ. Higgins felt Bruno's rough hand on him and looked up to see the apparatus. "What are you going to do to me? You sick bastards!"

"Now Mr. Higgins," Mr. S interjected. "My girls can't work on their favorite parts and suck your dick at the same time. We'll let this machine do the work. You just lay there and enjoy it."

Bruno turned on the machine. His penis was forced to stand straight up as the oiled sheath sucked on him. The women continued working on the man's exposed body, licking and kissing his feet and belly, sucking and pinching his nipples. Higgins tried to fight it, but the sucking action of the milking machine and the expertise and beauty of his tormentors made his masculine feelings rise to a fever pitch. Soon he was writhing in ecstasy, flexing his muscles to exhibit his manliness. He puffed up his chest and looked at his nipples, one was being pinched, the other being licked and sucked. He gazed at Gertrude's beautiful breasts and that was it. His load was enormous as it burst into the machine. He groaned with sheer pleasure as his penis contracted again and again to expel its cum. Finally it was over. Higgins was spent. The machine collected his cum into a bottle, which was then set on a table.

The temptresses continued working on their favorite erogenous zones. Higgins' penis began to grow soft, but the sensations caused by the ladies wouldn't allow it. Soon he was hard again, and the milking machine was activated to resume its purpose. It took longer, but Higgins reached orgasm and his cum once more collected in a second bottle.

The vixens backed off to catch their breath. But Mr. S waved them to continue. They resumed their positions and went to work, but this time the six men who had been waiting patiently joined the party. Two of them started licking Higgins' armpits, one helped Gertrude work on his nipples, one began sucking and nibbling his testicles, and the others ran their tongues up and down his legs.

"Get these freaks away from me!" Higgins shouted.

Mr. S laughed. "Oh, shut up! At this point what difference does it make who's doing what? It feels good so don't worry about it."

And the machine began to suck. Higgins soon came again. In the next hour he came three more times. He no longer had control of his body or his thoughts. The humiliation of the process, the pain in his arched back and stretched belly, all were outweighed by the erotic ecstasy of the experts worshipping his body and the sucking of the machine. Another orgasm.

As the machine went silent Mr. S approached. He waved off the tormentors and they left the room. "Are you enjoying this Mr. Higgins?" the fat man asked. This is far preferable to torture, don't you think? See, I am good to you because I know you really want to give me the code. Are you ready to get off again?"

"You've drained me," Higgins gasped.

"Did you know that sperm makes an excellent fertilizer? My rose plants have won the state championship three years in a row. And my secret is men's sperm. I can't masturbate as often as I used to, so I thought I'd use your cum to restock my supply. So are you ready yet?"

I told you I'm drained you sick fuck!"

Now the interrogator rammed his forefinger into Higgins' navel and pressed down hard. "You will cum as often as I desire Higgins. We will drain you again and again until we are bored with it. Seeing all these juices dripped on the floor, I don't think we will tire of you anytime soon. How does it feel to be forced to have orgasms against your will? To have your entire body exploited by my underlings? This is what I meant when I said we would attack your masculinity. You can lay stretched here all day and night or you can give me the code. Which is it?"

Higgins clenched his teeth and looked away.

Mr. S lifted his finger from Higgins' belly button. "We're going to take a break. When we return you will know the true meaning of pain and pleasure."

And with that everyone left the room. Higgins looked at his spent penis, now limp with the sheath still attached. He thought about all that had been done to him. How could any man withstand such torture? How much more would he have to take? Why should he have to? Feeling the urge to piss, he let go a long stream. The pressure caused the sheath to pop off and the remaining urine ran onto his leg and down to the floor. He felt satisfied that he had somehow fought back.

Higgins heard the door open and watched as the entourage entered the room--now everyone was naked and the men all had erections. Some were carrying buckets. Even Bruno and Mr. S were stripped to join the onslaught.

"Oh, I see you finally had to go. We were wondering how long you could hold it. I guess your dick has been too busy to think about that." Mr. S ordered a cleanup while Bruno attached a new sheath to the machine. Juliette mopped up the floor and the others approached Higgins with their buckets.

Mr. S slapped him on the chest. "Have you decided what you want to do, Mr. Higgins? Give me more cum or give me the code." He grabbed Higgins' nipples and gave them a loving pinch.

"Get on with it."

"Clean him up!"

And with that they all emptied their buckets onto Higgins' exposed body. Ice water! Higgins screamed in shock as the freezing liquid drenched his body.

"Now lick him dry and let’s continue."

Ten tongues began to run over his entire body. Gertrude began licking his face and soon was burying her tongue deep into his mouth. As his penis began to harden, Bruno turned on the milking machine and joined in helping to dry off the helpless victim. Soon all the men started to masturbate.

Then Mr. S ordered the unspeakable. "Torture his belly!"

Bruno ran to roll over the platform and soon the dowel rods were pulverizing Higgins' belly muscles. He was being licked, sucked, belly tortured, and masturbated on all at the same time. The tormentors and the machine continued their erotic deeds while the poor man's belly was ground to a pulp. Higgins strained against the chains that bound him while every inch of his body was worked over. Soon cum was landing on his chest and stomach from every direction. Bruno turned the crank. The rods drove into his belly deeper, deeper, deeper until Higgins jerked his head away from Gertrude and screamed, "K47ZYN...the code is K 4 7 Z Y N!"

The belly torture was stopped as Higgins gave his last gobs of sperm to the machine. A handkerchief doused with ether was placed over his nose and mouth. Released from the beam, he was laid on the floor and hosed down. When he awoke he was sitting in his car fully clothed. Racked with pain, he exited the empty parking garage and began the drive home to his wife and children.