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Baby's Incorporated, Part 3

by GuyzGoNakieFiorMe


Mike Capiletti, the 25 year old gym teacher, had been allowed to sleep for twenty minutes -- just enough time to regain his strength. His muscles gleamed with perspiration after having been forced to fuck the milker for two explosive orgasms -- orgasms whose potent cumloads had been bought and paid for by anonymous rich women with the express purpose of impregnating them.

He had been randomly selected at the bar, where he'd bragged to his buddies that he had fathered 6 kids in eight years not just because of the size of his fat uncut Italian dick but because of the amazing potency of his loads. In fact every girl he'd screwed in college had had to make a special trip to that little clinic across town to take care of things, he'd told his friends, with pride. The combination of cock and cockiness had gotten him singled out to be a human breeder stallion by that faggoty little doctor who sat listening, unobserved, at the next table. Within thirty minutes of his bragging, Mike had been drugged, kidnapped and bound with a single intent -- to use his potent cum to breed.

Wrists bound above his head on the giant wooden contraption, ankles tethered below in a giant X, Mike was a model of perfection. The doctor looked at him in a combination of admiration and disgust. There was no doubt that Mike Capiletti was a perfect specimen. Even at rest his biceps were perfectly rounded cantaloupes; his chest jutted out in definition, capped by thick pink nipples that were a perfect contrast to the thick forest of clipped black hair that swirled and narrowed to a treasure trail leading to a thick bush of pubic hair. The dense forest was interrupted only by a delectable out belly-button; the thick pubic bush framed a cock that was a thick pillar from base to uncut tip. Even after two orgasms, his cock, aided by a solution of viagra-gel topically applied, was still rock hard. Even magnificently erect, Mikes foreskin still clung protectively to the knob which glowed hot and red. His balls, fat and still full, clearly ached for attention as they dangled between two thick, densely muscled thighs.

A red lightbulb on the wall lit to signal the doctor that the next client was prepped and ready. Mike was to be roused so that the procedure could begin. The doctor walked to the subject looking at his face for any sign he might awaken on his own. Thick black eyebrows over a pair of closed eyes with equally thick black eyelashes gave no sign of opening. His blue-black five o'clock shadow accentuated a strong jawline as the subject snored slightly, but the face otherwise remained placid.

The doctor removed one pair of latex gloves and replaced them with a fresh pair. Taking a step closer, he smacked Mike Capilletti … hard across the jaw.

"What the fuck???", a visibly agitated Mike cried out.

"We're ready for your services, Mr. Capiletti."

Mike suddenly remembered what was happening and he was overcome with defeat and shame. His cum had already been used to breed two women he had neither seen nor met, and to do so his body had been aroused by the perverted doctor in front of him, who had caressed his body, sucked his cock, teabagged his nut-sac and even tongued his ass.

"Come now Mike, don't be so gloomy. It's all for the good of medical science," the doctor snickered.

The doctor stepped behind him, reaching around the wooden cross bars to caress Mike's chest. Mike sighed involuntarily as his nipples were teased, stroked and gently pinched. They felt like they were on fire and only the doctor's ministrations could put the fire out. In fact, the doctor had dipped his fingers into the Viagra gel, and each time Mike's tits were played with, the highly concentrated past was forcing blood to rush to the engorged nerve endings.

As he fondled Mike's teets, the doctor whispered hotly into Mike's ears, "No women has ever taken the time to do this, has she Mike? To concentrate on your pleasure. They've merely laid back placidly, spread their legs and let you rut into their gaping holes as if thy were doing you a favor. They've never taken the time to worship your perfection. Give in to the pleasure Mike."

Mike moaned involuntarily and the doctor noticed a string of pearly precum dripping from the knob, a crystalline string of syrup dangling in the air as it stretched toward the concrete ground.

The doctor slipped the silicon milking sleeve around Mike's cock, pressed he vacuum suction which adhered to the patient's engorged phallus like a second skin. He flipped another switch to heat the interior of the sleeve and finally flipped a final switch which forced the sleeve to contract and release, contract and release, pulling and tugging the trapped cock in its grip at a regular rhythm -- just enough pressure to keep Mike agonizingly on the edge of orgasm, without letting him actually experience it. Mikes toes tried to press into the ground, his calf muscles rounding, but nothing he could do would allow him release.

He remembered the last orgasm, where the doctor had helped him achieve release by tonguing his hot virgin hole. "Play with my ass," Mike barely rasped, his voice choking with shame and need.

"All right, Mike," the doctor complied. But rather than slipping to his knees with a hungry tongue extended, as Mike expected, instead Mike heard the tugging of the doctor's zipper, the fumbling of underpants, and at long last the feel of a hot pillar of male flesh against he's exposed ass cheeks. "Noooooo"

"I'm just giving you what you asked for," said the doctor as he spit onto his palm and wet his cock. Mike felt the knob at the entrance to his unlubricated ass and instinctively clenched his cheeks.

The doctors hands caressed his flanks. "Give in, Mike. It's only a matter of time. You can't flex those muscles forever. And it will be ever so much more pleasurable if you submit voluntarily. I can be very mean when someone has to be … penalized."

Mike's anus began to relax, and the doctor's steady pressure soon caused the knob to slip through the virgin knot.

"Oh God…" Mike whimpered.

"Soon my penis will be grinding into your prostate, Mike. I will give you an orgasm like you have never imagined."

The doctor returned to Mike's super sensitive nipples, caressing them, sinking his teeth into Mike's neck, slow-fucking him to the same rhythm that the milker was gripping Mike's penis. Mike was in a universe of confusion, experiencing intense pleasure on his chest and cock at the same time his breeched asshole was suffering in torment. What was worse, his balls ached with the need to unload.

The doctor began to pick up speed, pounding the captive gym teacher's ass with precision. The sweat poured down Mike's back and dripped onto his asscheeks, pooling around and lubricating the doctor's cock-pole.

"Please…please let me cum…" Mike begged.

"If I let you cum, Mike, it will be when I cum … and when I cum it will be inside your ass."

"Do it, I just gotta cum"

The doctor remotely flipped a switch which increased the speed on the milker as he himself began to pound Mike's ass without mercy. He fucked the bound muscle-man like a jack-hammer -- with fast deep staccato cockthrusts that made his captor scream. At the same time, the milker drove Mike blissfully over the edge tawrds cumming.

The doctor grabbed Mike around the waist, pulling him back to meet his thrusts. "Such a sweet tight cunt you have, Mike," the doctor moaned, tonguing Mike's ear and twisting his nipples between his fingers. He felt the doctor hold his breath for a moment and then white heat shot up inside him six or seven times as the doctor released himself within Mike's ass.

Mike arched his back at the feel of the first furnace-hot blast of cum to his innards which triggered a massive hose-blast of potent white cream into the silicon sleeve. The precious liquid fed into a tube which shot it with pneumatic force into the womb of the client waiting on a gurney in the next room. A high-pitched gasp could be heard as the client was fed eight more cum-blasts.

Mike slumped back into his restraints, the doctor's cock still planted deep inside him.

"Shhhh," the doctor's voice soothed, "get some rest before the next client." The doctor gently strummed his fingers down the vanquished giant's six-pack until he heard soft deep breathing that signaled Mike Capiletti was asleep. He reached under and cupped Mike's ball's in his hand, amazed at their heft and fullness. He knew he should remove the milker from Mike's spent cock. But for now, it felt too good holding this straight father of six in his arms from behind, his cock deep inside the anal virgin. There would be time for that in a moment. For now, he wanted to relish this moment.


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