Forced milking

(Part 1 from 2. Fiction.)

 It was sleepover at Zack’s house, and he and his five best buddies had the den at the top of the house completely to themselves. The evening was going well, and the boys were lounging around in their underwear chatting and chilling. Zack put on some music, and as usual, Aaron, Lucas and Ron were the first to leap up and start fooling around. Ron and Aaron started some goofy dancing, and as Ron started some kind of gyrating duck dance, everyone could see the effect of his penis flopping around inside his underwear.

All six of the boys had grown up together since elementary school, and they were inseparable friends. They were completely comfortable with each other, and regularly talked about guy stuff such as girls, wet dreams, fucking, and most importantly, jacking off. Although he was the shyest and gentlest in most ways, Ron knew he had the drop on the others in terms of his progress through puberty. He knew he’d reached it first, and he wasn’t ashamed for them to know it. In fact, he often boasted that he had the best jack-off “skillz” out of the group.

“Hey look, Ron is showing off again,” Zack said, to Max and Brandon. They looked over to Ron, who grinned, and exaggerated the thrusting motion of his dance to make his penis flop back and forwards more obviously inside his soft, brushed cotton boxers.
Zack walked over to a cardboard box in the corner, and after rummaging around, he returned with a small tube-shaped object made of metal and rubber. He was also carrying a remote control that had a couple of buttons on it.

“Hey Ron, if you’re such a big man, I dare you try this out,” Zack challenged. Ron stopped dancing and he walked over to see what the object was.
“What is it?” he asked.
“It’s a boner machine,” Zack replied. “From the farm.”

All of the boys gathered around now, acutely interested.
“A boner machine?” Ron asked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean it gives you a boner,” Zack replied flatly.

Ron looked closely at the device. It was seven inches long, and about the same radius as a popsicle. It was mostly made of plastic, with a couple of what looked like electrical contacts at the end. Further down the shaft, were two rubber rings that seemed inflatable. At the base was a grip and a small knob like an mobile phone antenna. He couldn’t see any possible way that it do what Zack claimed, so he called him on it.

“Bullshit Zack, there’s no way that’s gonna give anyone a boner.”
“Yeah it does Zack, and if you don’t believe me, we can bet on it.”

Zack’s counter bet put Ron in the position of having to defend himself.
“Okay, what do you wanna bet, and how are you gonna prove it?”
“How about your copy of Modern Warfare against my Assassin’s Creed?”

They were serious stakes. Neither boy would be able to replace the games if they lost. The pressure was on Ron.
“Okay then. So how are you gonna prove it?”

Zack smiled, “I’m not. You are. If I used it, you’d just say that I thought about something dirty and gave myself a boner, but if you use it, you know that there’s no cheating.”
Ron felt pretty nervous now. He was feeling like he’d been backed into a corner. Still, he was absolutely certain that he could control himself not to get a boner no matter what the machine did.
“Ooookay, you got it,” he answered hesitantly. “What do I have to do?”

Zack handed him the device and said,
“You’ve gotta shove this up your butt, with that nobly bit outwards.” He indicated the antennae.

Ron immediately objected, “What! There’s no way I’m sticking anything up my butt. That’s really fucking gay.”
The other boys laughed and teased him, goading him onwards. He started to look a little queasy.

“Look dude,” Zack reasoned, “it’s only gay if you enjoy it. You’re just doing it for a bet, so it doesn’t count.”
“I don’t care, I’m not sticking anything up my butt,” Ron protested.
“Ahh, pussy,” Brandon taunted
“Fag,” Lucas added.

The other boys picked up the jibes and started chanting together,
“Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

Ron was feeling overwhelmingly pressured now, and he was afraid to lose face. He snatched the device and said, “Give it here then. I’ll do it. Now how do I do it?”
The other guys cheered him on,
“Raaaay!!”


Zack said, “It’s easy, just stick it in your butt and push it in as far as it can go.”
“Okay,” Ron acquiesced, but I’m not doing it here.”

He walked over to the air hockey table and crouched down behind it. Then he dropped his pants, and tried to push the device into his hole. His hole was too tight and it wouldn’t go.
“It won’t go in,” he called from behind the table. The other boys snickered.
“Just push it,” Zack replied.
“I tried that, I can’t do it.”
“Look dude, it’s thinner than a turd, it’s got to go in. Maybe if you spit on the end?”

The gay boys heard Ron hawk up some spit, then they heard him grunting as he slowly forced the dildo-shaped device into himself.
“Uhhhh,” he groaned through tensed vocal chords. “Owww. Uh uh uh.”

The guys laughed hysterically. After 30 seconds of grunting, Ron finally returned wearing his boxers. Zack frowned quizzically at him, and Ron turned sidewards. The guys could see the bulge in the seat of his pants where the last two inches of the device protruded. They snickered delighted. Ron kneeled down, keeping his thighs at right angles to the floor, bottom lifted high so that he didn’t have to sit on the device.
“What now?” he asked, mildly irritated at being maneuvered into such a compromising act.

Zack got out the remote control.
“First I have to make sure it’s in the right place. When I press this button, the rubber rings will swell up, holding it in place.”

He pressed a button, and a look of alarm crossed Ron’s face, and he knelt rigidly upright, thrusting his hips forwards, his eyes wide with shock. His friend’s laughed at his reaction.
“Okay, now get ready.” Holding the remote in front of him where everybody could see, Zack pressed another button. Ron felt a powerful electrical tingling in his ass and balls. His penis instantly started to get hard, and within 5 seconds he was hard as a rock.
“Fuck, that was quick Ron,” Brandon said.
“Man, that must be some kinda world record,” Aaron added.

Because it had previously being hanging down the front of his loose cotton weave boxers, his penis didn’t have the freedom to rise up against his stomach, where it would naturally have risen to if it was unrestrained. Instead it forced its way up until all five and a half inches of it rested sideward, facing to his left. The outline of his bulging jeans was clear to see. Ron was pretty embarrassed. Although the guys had all seen each other naked on endless occasions, being seen with a boner was a first, and he was feeling really shy about it. He dropped his hands to cover himself up.

“No converses,” Zack said, and two of the guys immediately grabbed his hands and pulled them away. Ron put up minimal resistance. Part of losing the bet, was allowing the others to see that Zack’s machine had given him a boner. He knelt there with arms held wide, and the outline of his hard dick pointing towards Aaron. He allowed himself to be displayed, but his face was flaring a lurid embarrassed red, and he was hoping that Zack would be satisfied and order him released soon.

Zack said, “You know this remote has got one more button Ron. Wanna find out what it does?”
“Not really,” Ron answered sullenly. He knew he was being a bad sport, but he was starting to feel really fucking stupid in front of his friends now.
“Oh well, you’re gonna find out anyway. It makes you cum. When I press it, these little lights light up one after the other, and when the orange one lights up, you’re gonna jizz in your boxers.”

Ron glowered at Zack now.
“Fuck you Zack, that wasn’t the bet. Don’t make me look like a total asshole.”
“Sorry,” Zack said, and pressed the last button. The lights started to light up, and Ron could feel a rapid intensification of sexual excitement growing in his balls, coupled with a strangely stimulating sensation deep in his butt hole. He struggled for all he was worth to break free, but he had not loosened his friends’ grip at all when, after 5 seconds, the orange light lit up.

Everyone except him was looking at his groin. He felt a massive surge of energy from the device, and he tensed his stomach, thrust his groin forwards, and let out a high pitched grunt. To the watchers, other than his reaction, nothing had happened, but Ron could feel himself experiencing a powerful climax. Thick white cream started to ooze through the boxer material right over his dickhead. The spectators cheered.

“Rayyy.”
“Well done Ronnie boy.”
“Nice one Ron.”
“Looks like you’ve jizzed yourself Ron!”

The creamy spunk was rapidly surrounded by a wet patch that grew even as they watched, quickly expanding to cover a palm-sized circle on the front of his black boxers.
Ron was mortified.
“Okay Zack, you’ve fucking made your point, can you guys let me go now. It looks like I’m going to need a shower and some clean boxers.”
“Yeahh,” Aaron said in humorous affirmation of the fact that Ron was now sticky with jizz. He let go of Ron’s arm, and Brandon did the same. They were all ragging on him, as he stood up, boner undiminished, and walked over to his former spot behind the air hockey table to remove the ejaculator from his ass. Although he had just epically lost his bet, and he was feeling pretty humiliated, now that he was free, he tried to take it in reasonable humor, giving a lopsided grin as walked away.

He knelt again, and lowered his soggy boxers. He could see that the front was slick with his adolescent cream. He reached behind his butt, and tried to pull the ejaculator from him, but the rubber rings held it tight.
He called to Zack, “Can you please turn this thing off now dude. I can’t get it out. Can you make it shrink again, or whatever you have to do.”

“I could do, but I think it would be more fun to make you spooge again.” With that, Zac pressed the ejaculator button and the 5 second cycle started again. Ron stood up from behind the air hockey table in a panic, and ran towards Zack to take the remote from him, but his boxers were still around his ankles, and he tripped over them. Leaving them behind, he clambered towards Zack on hands and feet as fast he could, his still intensely hard erection pressing up against his belly now that it was free of the confines of his boxers. He reached Zack and got both hands on Zack’s to wrestle the remote away from him, but just as he started to pull, another powerful orgasm rocked his body. Ropes of sperm spurted from his cock, landing on the varnished wood floor.

Everyone except Zack saw Ron ejaculating hard for the second time in as many minutes, his powerful spurts of jizz flying three feet from his huge dick.

“Oh my God,” Max drawled in his thick Canadian accent.
“Legend!” Brandon added.

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