Thirsty Old Men : Chapter 1

All the while, Gareth grunted and whimpered in fear and disgust. Why was his friend doing this to him? Why was any of this happening?

“Mmmmm,” Marshall moaned as he gave up the nipple. “Delicious!” He dipped the brush into the jar again and repeated the same actions on Gareth’s other nipple. By the time he finished, he was pleased to see that despite his struggling, Gareth’s dick was semi-hard. He loaded the brush again and put the paste on both nipples, but this time he didn’t move to lick it off. Very quickly, Gareth began to notice a tingling sensation on his nipples. He groaned as it became more of an itching sensation, and finally after about 30 seconds, it began to burn. He whimpered as his nipples felt like they were on fire.

Gareth was making so much noise that he didn’t hear the basement door swing open and closed. He didn’t hear the two sets of footsteps that descended the stairs.

“I see you’ve prepped our specimen,” he heard Dr. Clancy note. Instantly, he started begging for them to let him go, but the words were muffled and incoherent around the gag.

“Shut him up,” he heard Davenport snarl. Then there were a series of taps and clicks as Dr. Clancy typed into a computer somewhere behind Gareth’s head. Suddenly, Gareth felt a wave of something shoot through his head. It felt like an electric current, but it wasn’t electricity. He opened his mouth around the gag to protest, but another wave went through his head and he could no longer remember the words to say to beg them to stop.

“Very good,” Davenport said as he watched Gareth’s throat work, as though searching for the words that his brain could not find.

“Here’s how this is going to work, son,” Davenport had moved to stand near Gareth’s head and had placed both of his hands on Gareth’s shoulders. “You’re here for me. You’re going to do what I tell you, when I tell you. You’re not doing to do or say anything I don’t want you to do or say. You won’t even move if I don’t want you to move. Now, you may be wondering how I could possibly force you to do anything at all. Well, did you feel that push in your head a second ago? That right there is called a Neuron Capacitor. It can affect your brain’s functions, both voluntary and involuntary. I can make it so you can’t talk or move. And I can make it so you can’t breathe.” He chuckled softly before adding, “Hell, if I wanted, I can even make it so your heart stops beating.”

Gareth’s stopped struggling and only whimpered when the pain in his nipples became too much to take in silence.

“Now, here’s the deal. I’m going to ask the good doctor here to set the Neuron Capacitor so that you can only speak when you’re asking for pleasure. You won’t be able to complain or beg us to stop anything we’re doing to you. Also, I’m going to have him remove those little inhibitive impulses that might make you not want to express what you’re feeling. If it feels good, you’ll let us know. If you need to moan or scream you can, but only in pleasure. This is a bit of a gift for both of us. Us, cause we want to hear what you’ve got to say. You, cause I’m sure you want that gag out.” Davenport motioned for the doctor to proceed and Gareth felt a series of “pushes” radiating through his brain.

Where he’d been whimpering in pain from the hot gel on his nipples, he instantly fell silent. His brain still registered the pain, but he was trapped inside his own body now as well as the bonds and couldn’t vocalize a protest. Not even when he felt someone remove the gag from his mouth. He knew it wasn’t Davenport because his hands were still on his shoulders.

“There’s only one way that gel is coming off, boy,” Davenport said, his lips nearly touching one of Gareth’s ears. “You gotta beg us to lick it off, and we won’t make a single move until we hear you begging for our tongues.”

Gareth was horrified. He wasn’t gay, had never had a single gay thought in his entire life, and now this man was asking him to beg them to violate him? He remained silent for several minutes, but as the pain increased his will began to falter. Finally, after almost ten minutes of excruciating pain, he broke.

“Please,” he whimpered. Instantly, as though in reward for his cooperation, he felt another push from the Capacitor and his dick reacted with a pulse that brought him to a full erection. He moaned and behind the blindfold, his eyes rolled back into his head. “Please, lick me!”

He heard Davenport’s now recognizable chuckled and felt his breath on his neck. A long, wet tongue dragged the length of his neck and Gareth moaned again.

“Uuuugh!” Another push sent a pearl of pre-cum up the length of his penis. He felt it make its slow ascent, then it caressed his slit with its silken texture as it broke free and ran down his dick. He felt it slide down and over his balls and couldn’t stop the grunt of satisfaction at having felt each stage of that little drop of liquid’s journey. He realized now, that every time he cooperated with the capacitor’s coercion, every time he gave in to its insistent pushing, he would be rewarded with more pleasure.

“I like that,” Gareth breathed, “but I need you to lick me somewhere else.”

Davenport smiled against Gareth’s neck and bit down on the chorded muscle that ticked with excitement. “I’m afraid you’ll have to be more specific, m’boy.”

Gareth keened again. “Please…please lick my nipples!”

“Atta boy!” he heard the doctor laugh. Shame tore through him, but he could do nothing outwardly to display it. Especially not as he felt Davenport lean down over him and flick his right nipple as Marshall simultaneously attacked his left. The two laved their tongues over his nipples like mad men. They grunted and moaned louder and more often than he did as they pleasured him.

Finally, after several minutes, they stopped and Gareth was relieved to note that the burning sensation was gone as well. He grunted softly when the A/C kicked on and he felt the cool air on his dick. He was shocked to find that it felt wet and realized that a puddle of pre-cum had formed under his balls. The underside of his dick was slick with it as well, and the chord that ran the length of his dick stood out in sharp relief.

“I know Marshall here has already told you what I want with you, Gareth.”

Davenport spoke now from the foot of the table. “It’s simple really. I need your cum, so I can cum like I used to. Boy, I used to shoot like a fire hose. I’ve had orgasms that last for minutes and I could get it back up again almost instantly. Unfortunately, I think I’ve worn my cock out. Let me ask you this, what the most you’ve ever cum?”

Gareth wasn’t intending on answering, but it was almost as though the Capacitor had read his mind and issued a push that forced him to answer. “I don’t know, maybe a couple teaspoons. I don’t exactly keep a measuring cup on hand.”

“Oh, you’ll be cumming a lot more than a couple teaspoons, m’boy!” Davenport was rubbing his legs now, his hands creeping slowly up towards Gareth’s dick.

“What’s the longest you’ve ever cum?”

Not sure whether repeated pushes from the Capacitor would have long term effects on his brain, Gareth decided to beat it to the punch and answered the question of his own free will. “Maybe a little under a minute.”

He was alarmed when all three – Davenport, Dr. Clancy, and Marshall – burst into peals of laughter. “You are in for such a treat!” he heard Marshall exclaim.

Almost simultaneously he felt Davenport grip the base of his dick. He grunted with the suddenness of it. “Marshall, would you mind?” he heard Davenport ask.

Gareth heard some rustling, then the sound of a cap popping before he felt a cool liquid being drizzled over his dick. He groaned as it ran down and mingled with the slick pre-cum already present. He also felt another push in his head and realized pretty quickly that it was intended to make the pleasure move to the forefront of his consciousness and senses. He breathing sped up again.

The lube finally stopped drizzling, but then he felt the tips of someone’s fingers on the tip of his dick. As best he could, he arched his back and grunted. “Uggggh!”

The fingertips danced around the head of his cock, slipping and sliding over the sensitive skin, which was now stretched tightly over his engorged member. His moaning was near constant as the person played with the sensitive tip then closed a ring made by their thumb and index finger around his dick and pulled it down to meet with Davenport’s hand, which still held the stiff appendage steady. The hand worked his cock up and down in a series of slow and rapid patterns that caused Gareth’s hips to writhe pitifully against the straps.

“Why?” he asked in a tortured voice. “I could just jack off for you. You could keep my cum, I swear. Why does it have it be this way?!”

Dr. Clancy, who’d moved to stand near Gareth’s head and was now gently flicking his lubed fingertips over Gareth’s nipples, replied. “Because, we need to ensure maximum ejaculation each and every time we make you cum. We need to explore which methods are the most effective.”

Gareth moaned helplessly.

“I need to explain something else to you,” Dr. Clancy added. “The Capacitor had made it so that you will feel the pleasure we give you in the most powerful way. I’m sure you’ve already gathered this. However, there’s something more. Your brain will not allow you to cum until someone sucks you off.”

“What?” Gareth was dumbfounded. “What are you saying?”

“He’s saying,” Marshall responded, “that you won’t be able to cum from just this hand job. You need a tongue and a throat to make you shoot.”

Gareth was panting now, partly because of the intense pleasure bouncing from his dick to his nipples and back again and partly in disbelief.

“There’s only one other way you’ll ejaculate,” Dr. Clancy told him.

“Does it involve one of your mouths on my dick?” Gareth asked.

Davenport smirked at his two accomplices. “No, it doesn’t involve our mouths on your dick.”

Without thinking, Gareth shouted, “I’ll take it!”

“Perfect,” Davenport leered. He grabbed a tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap before tossing it to Dr. Clancy who replaced the cap with a cone-shaped nozzle and pressed a button on the table. Instantly, the areas directly under Gareth’s legs began to raise, turning into stirrups. The rest of the table beyond his ass actually fell away. Gareth panicked and was about to shout, but the Capacitor was one step ahead of him and sent its push to block his protest. As the stirrups rose, they bent at the knees and pushed them back towards head. Not only was his ass exposed, but he could feel his cheeks spreading. In an effort to keep them out of his ass, he clenched it, unknowingly causing his hole to pucker more.

“Why thank you, Gareth,” Dr. Clancy patronized as he watched the perfect hole stick out further. When the stirrups finished rising, Gareth’s butt was actually facing the ceiling and his knees were almost touching his ears. He felt someone’s hands pull his ass cheeks even further apart. It was Marshall.

Dr. Clancy tipped the tube of lube upside down and touched the nozzle to Gareth’s ass. He jerked, but made no argument even though he wanted to with every fiber of his being. The nozzle slipped into Gareth’s puckered pink hole and the Dr. fucked the 2-inch nozzle in and out of the hole for a few seconds before squeezing on the end of the tube.

Gareth moaned as he felt the cool lube push into his anus. The nozzle wasn’t all the way in and a bit of it popped out of his hole before the doctor pushed it in and gave the tube a good squeeze. Gareth grunted as he felt his rectum fill with the jelly-ish lube. The nozzle slid out and the doctor set the tube aside before asking, “Ok, Gareth…are you ready?”

Since his answer would have been a resounding “NO”, the Capacitor forced him into silence. Gareth trembled when he felt a finger gently circle his puckered hole. It rubbed the sensitive ring of muscle for several minutes before it began to force its way in. Again, in an effort to keep it out, Gareth pushed. His hole puckered more, actually making the finger’s intrusion easier.

“You know what,” Davenport interrupted the doctor’s entry by putting his hand on the doctor’s wrist. “I don’t want him to be able to scream and shout and cause a scene, but I think he should be able to tell us when he doesn’t like something.”
The doctor went over to the computer to adjust the Capacitor’s settings. “Just don’t let him get carried away,” Davenport added.

Once the adjustments were made, the doctor came back and reintroduced his finger to Gareth asshole.

“Please don’t do this to me,” Gareth said. He wanted to shout, but couldn’t. His voice sounded breathless, laced with pleasure, and he knew they wouldn’t take his begging seriously. “Ugh…please! Take it out!” His words ended on a moan.
It wasn’t that the finger slowly inching its way into his heavily lubed asshole didn’t feel good. It just felt wrong. In truth, it felt amazing, and the Capacitor’s Pleasure Push made him feel it all the more. When the finger was all the way in, the doctor kept it straight and slowly pulled out all the way then pushed it all the way in several times. There was so much lube that some of the excess was actually squeezed out when the finger went back in.

Thought it felt great, Gareth wondered how this was supposed to make him cum. He got his answer the next time the doctor’s fingers went all the way in. This time, the doctor curved it upwards towards his dick and moved it in a ‘come hither’ motion. Instantly, Gareth cried out. “Oh….my…..gawwwwwwwwwwwwdddd!!!!!!!!!!!”

The doctor began to vigorously massage the jocks untried prostate. Gareth couldn’t move much, but he writhed as much as he could. “No! PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Even he wasn’t sure if he actually meant the words that poured out between moans and gasps of intense pleasure.

“You will not cum until I tell you,” Davenport ordered. Instantly, Gareth felt a push. The bastards had programmed the Capacitor to make him follow orders. Davenport had said that it could control both the voluntary and involuntary functions of his body. Now, he knew it to be true. He could feel himself pulling away from orgasm like someone lightly applying the brakes on a race car.

He felt Davenport’s hand reach between his thighs and pull his dick back so they could see its tip and his asshole at the same time. Then, he felt Davenport’s lips close around the head of his dick. Through a moan, Gareth whimpered, “But you said…you said you wouldn’t!”

“I lied,” Davenport said quickly, before taking the boy’s dickhead back into his mouth. He sucked on it and wriggled his tongue over it in a frenzy, slipping the tip of tongue into the boy’s pisshole repeatedly. Between the finger in his ass and on his prostate and the mouth on the head of his dick, Gareth was lost but he couldn’t cum without Davenport’s command.

Gareth moaned and screamed in pleasure; all the while begging them to stop. Davenport sucked all the way down to the base of Gareth’s cock and stayed there, his throat massaging the head. “Gaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! UUUUNNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

In a quick motion, Davenport pulled his head off of Gareth’s dick. He watched as it pulsed, the chord that ran along the underside pounding in a glistening rhythm. “Gareth…Cum!”

He hurriedly put the boy’s dick bath into his mouth and sucked it all the way in to the base. At the same time, the doctor worked his finger more swiftly against his prostate and into his ass. Marshall, who still held Gareth’s cheeks open leaned down and sucked his balls into his mouth, laving them with his tongue.

Gareth pressed his head back into the padded surface of the table and grunted so loud that all four of them felt the vibration of his voice. The Capacitor, recognizing the imminence of an orgasm, sent a push to prolong Gareth’s ejaculation, increase semen production, and remove the refractory period all together.

Gareth screamed and his dick began to pulse even harder. Davenport felt as though he had a writhing, conscious being in his mouth. The throbbing became more intense and Gareth’s dick actually grew harder. Then, the throbbing stopped suddenly. For a moment, Gareth’s mouth was open in a silence scream. Then he inhaled sharply and his dick throbbed three times. He screamed and felt the first wave of a gush of semen shoot up his dick with velocity unlike any he’d ever known. It shot straight from the slit in the tip of his cock into the back of Davenport’s throat.

All Gareth could do was scream helplessly as his dick obediently spurted volley after volley of thick juice into Davenport’s hungry mouth. His eyes were open wide behind the blindfold and his voice was beginning to grow hoarse. The first wave of cum actually lasted for nearly 2 minutes and the stream never lessened.

Davenport continued to suck, greedily drinking from the faucet that was the boy’s delicious cock. The doctor continued to work his finger in and out of the boy’s tight, puckered asshole. He maintained the right curve in his thrust to hit his prostate every time. Marshall had given up sucking to watch his idol slip into the throws of yet another orgasm.

By now, Gareth was actually howling. The pleasure was so intense that it was unbearable, but the Capacitor was forcing him to beg for more because it felt so good. “PLEASE SUCK IT OUT OF ME! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!”
This went on for nearly 30 minutes, and even after Gareth fell unconscious, Davenport kept sucking and the doctor kept fingering his puckered hole.

To be continued….up next – a whole group of Thirsty old men, a jock strapped to a glory hole, and a milking that you’ll have to read to believe…