Why had he been selected. And then Mike remembered bragging at the bar about the size of his dick and how, it seemed, every time he fucked his wife she ended up knocked up. He had six kids, four boys and two girls, in the space of a little more than seven years. Now, at 25 he was the head of the Brady Bunch. He hated the feel of rubbers -- they strangled his dick. But he wasn't going to become celibate just to stop procreating. He thought back to college, how every girl he'd screwed had had to make a special trip to that little clinic across town to take care of things. That was unfortunate for them. Maybe he should have told them about his special talent. Now he knew exactly why he'd been singled out to be a human breeder stallion by that faggoty little doctor.
"Are you ready to impregnate my next client, Mike? She's paid me very well for your load." The doctor laughed. He couldn't be more than thirty, Mike thought, a shock of blond hair falling carelessly over the doctor's forehead. The doctor had cheeks that always seemed to be blushing -- or was he just embarrassed to be doing this, Mike wondered.
"Look man, I got a job, a wife and kids, people are going to be looking for me…"
"You told your wife you were going out drinking with your college buddies. It would't be the first night you don't come home to an angry wife and houseful of six crying children, would it, Mike."
Mike felt ashamed, but it was true.
"You won't be missed for hours, and by then, you will have supplied me with what we need. Are you ready to be milked, Mike?"
Mike lowered his head in defeat and said nothing. The doctor squirted some lubricant into the silicon sleeve of the milker. Then he squirted some into his palms as well and stepped to the cross-beam.
"What the fuck do you think you're going to do?", Mike sneered.
"I'm prepping your cock for the next client," the doctor said casually, clinically.
With that he wrapped his wet palms around the circumference of Mike's cock. He began to wetly cork-screw his palms in opposite directions around the shaft, feeling it's heft. It was red-hot to the touch.
"Get your hands off my dick, you queer!"
"Anything you say, Mike," the doctor complied, "I won't use my hands". Removing his stylish glasses he dropped to his knees and took the knob of Mike's cock in his mouth.
"Fuck, no", Mike protested but he had to give in to the skillful tongue-swipes on the head of his super-sensitive knob. Robbed of the protection of its foreskin, every nerve-ending on his cock knob was helplessly being teased.
The doctor was pleased, watching Mike's hairy tree trunk thighs flex in reaction to the cocksucking, and was soon rewarded with syrupy drops of salty-sweet pre- cum. He knew Mike was almost ready when his furry nut-sac began to rise and tighten. With a slurping "pop" the doctor removed his mouth from the tempting cock.
Mike had enough slack in his bonds to fuck his cock into the air, but to no relief. "Man…I…was…almost…there…"
'I know…" the doctor said licking the precum off his smiling lips. "We'll get you off, Mike…in time."
The doctor took the silicon sleeve from the table and slipped it over Mike's cock. Mike sighed when the doctor flipped a switch which vacuumed the sleeve tightly to his cock like a second skin. another switch made it warm, and yet another began a grip-and-release motion which milked his cock towards orgasm.
Mike tried once again to pull free of the bonds holding his wrists and ankles in place.
"Save your energy, Mike," the doctor warned, "You're going to need it."
Mike could only imagine the rich woman, prepped on a table in an adjacent room, naked, legs spread, waiting for him to seed her. He tried to imagine the most beautiful women in the world, Angelina Jolie… Jennifer Anniston … Megan Fox … and he began to fuck into the sleeve, slowly at first, with deep hard punishing thrusts, then a bit faster. The sleeve had been devised to squirt lubricant at regular intervals and to get gradually hotter, to simulate a woman's aroused pussy. Now, as Mike closed his eyes and gave in to the milking, he let his imagination run rampant.
The doctor watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of the Italian gym teacher's perfect body in full rut. As the doctor gently licked and nibbled on Mike's titpoints, Mike imagined it was Angelina teasing him and he fucked the false pussy harder. As the doctor traced his tongue down each abdominal ridge pausing to tongue- fuck Mike Capiletti's belly button, Mike imagined it was Jennifer teasing him and he fucked the false pussy even harder. And when the doctor knelt from below to take both of Mike's balls into his mouth and wetly suckle on them, Mike imagined it was Megan teabagging his balls.
The milker automatically began to speed up, and Mike realized he was now powerless to do anything but cum, though he tried his best to hold back. His self control was a marvel. The doctor realized there was only one thing to push him over the edge. Letting Mikes balls slip from his mouth, the doctor let his tongue trace over the taint and into the musky space between Mike's perfectly rounded ass-globes. The doctor cupped each cheek, and began to tongue Mike's virgin hole. He lapped at it at first.
"Oh sweet Jesus.." Mike muttered, trying to hold back.
Then the doctor applied pressure to the pink puckered hole and his tongue slipped inside.
"Maronna mia!!" Mike cried out in a strangled voice.
The doctor began to tongue-fuck Mike's hole as the milker squeezed and caressed Mike's fat fuckpole. Pressing against the bond, Mike raised himself forward and began to blast his load into the collecting tube.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck… ", Mike's body went rigid as he gave up so much cum that the sleeve could not pneumatically pump it into the client fast enough. From just beyond the wall Mike could hear the sound of Angelina/Jennifer/Megan moan as she was filled with his white-hot cum, and the sound only made him cum more.
Finally, his balls emptied, Mike fell back against the cross-beam and fell into a contented sleep. The doctor, removed the sleeve, brought it to his lips, and let the hot creamy remnants drip onto his tongue. Still on his knees he licked Mike's cock clean, from the knob to the thick curly pubic bush.
The doctor replaced the sleeve with a new one for the next client, and patted the sleeping giant on the head like a puppy.
"Good job, Mike", he whispered.
In his sleep, Mike Capiletti smiled.
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