Thirsty Old Men - Chapter 2

Previously…

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.

CHAPTER 2

Marshall ran a damp towel reverently over Gareth’s body. Though the jock’s dick lay flaccid over his stomach, it still twitched when Marshall brushed over it.

“How do you feel?” Dr. Clancy asked Davenport.

Davenport grinned. “Horny as Hell to be perfectly honest with you.”

The doctor smiled back as he input the latest data into the computer. “What time are Ericsson and Cutledge due to arrive?”

Davenport glanced at his watch. “Not for another couple hours.”

“Excellent,” Dr. Clancy smiled. “I have a few more tests I’d like to run, so I think it’s time to wake our fantastic young Cum Faucet,” he said, glancing at Gareth.

A doubtful expression crossed Davenport’s face. “It’s barely been an hour since he finished cumming. He’ll be of no use to us.”

“You’ve forgotten the power of The Capacitor over the body’s involuntary functions, haven’t you?” the doctor replied with the press of a button. Almost instantly, the jock’s sac began to churn. Gareth grunted in his unconscious state as his testicles slowly filled.

Both Davenport’s and Marshall’s jaws hit the floor. Not only did Gareth’s balls seem to be producing more semen, but they were looking fuller than before the milking started.

“The Polishing Pump is a rather demanding device,” the doctor explained. “He needs to have a quite a bit of cum to feed it. Due to the sheer volume he’s about to produce, I think it will be best to milk him by machine this time around.”
Marshall, who hadn’t been aware of the existence of another machine, asked, “Polishing Pump? What is that exactly?”

“Only the most advanced milking machine ever created,” his uncle replied proudly. “You’ll have to see it in action to fully understand it, but essentially this device focuses much of its attention on the subject’s head and glans. Each segment of the inner tube operates independently, sucking and pumping at a uniquely different rate from the others. In this way, we’ll be able give different attention to young Gareth’s penis at the base than at the tip. Most importantly, while the majority of the inner silicon tube runs vertically up and down, the portion at the head of his pens will rub from side to side and in circular motions, effectively polishing the tip. Sensation is enhanced by a nerve heightening lubricant that is also not affected by friction.”

Marshall nodded in understanding, “So it won’t dry out. His dick will stay wet the whole time without us having to reapply the lube?”

His uncle winked. “Precisely. Now, let’s set up the machine and get Gareth into it before we wake him.”

Dr. Clancy rolled out a sleek stainless steel machine that looked like a small portable refrigerator with a door on top. He opened it and pulled out a long chord that he had Marshall plug into the wall. Then he pulled out a thick silicon sheath. He rested it in his palm to show Marshall and Davenport the flexibility of the material. It looked almost like a half-flaccid veiny penis with all the small wires that were visible. These wires were actually imbedded in the material, attached to a multitude of sensors on the inside that would lay flat against Gareth’s penis once it was inserted. These wires connected to a central chord that was built into the sheath and would wrap around the base of the head, culminating a vibrating bead at the frenulum. The bead was connected to another chord that the doctor swiftly connected to a small port in The Capacitor.

“Oh shit,” Marshall muttered as he realized that The Capacitor would now have a direct line to Gareth’s cock.

“Indeed,” the doctor chuckled, squeezing a small tube of clear lubricant into the sheath. “Touch this,” he told Marshall and Davenport. Both reached forward into the sheath and gathered a bit of the lube onto their fingertips. The gel-like lubrication was icy cold and caused an intense tingling sensation on their skin. As they rubbed their fingers together it warmed, but the tingling intensified.

“What’s happening?” Davenport asked, fascinated by the sensation.

The doctor held up the empty tube. “The tingling sensation you feel is the result of a unique compound in the lube that attacks your nerves and their ability to feel pleasure. It intensifies that sensation. See?”

He grabbed Davenport’s hand and slid his lubricated fingers into his mouth. Davenport’s eyes rolled back into his head and he grunted. “Fuck!”

Dr. Clancy pulled away with a sucking pop. “Just imagine if that was your dick.” He turned back to Gareth and pressed another button on The Capacitor. Instantly, the jock’s dick began to swell. Once it was semi-hard, the doctor slid the sheath over it. The material was squishy in his hand and since it was clear, he could see Gareth’s cock stiffening.

Gareth moaned and rolled his hips as the sheath hit bottom. Dr. Clancy adjusted it until Gareth’s glans were fitted perfectly into the tip of the sheath, then gently squeezed the tube and pressed his hand down the length of the jock’s dick. This pushedall of the excess air out and created a strong suction that went from base to tip.

“He’s ready,” the doctor said, moving to the Polishing Pump’s main hub and pressing a small blue button. A smacking suck issued from the sheath as it pulled on Gareth’s turgid member.

“Let’s start with a little overall motion,” Dr. Clancy muttered to himself. “Then, we’ll crank up the individualized attention to the various segments of his cock.” He slid several levers into place.

Marshall and Davenport watched in fascination as the device seemed to wriggle over Gareth’s dick. The portion at the bottom pushedall the way to the base of his cock, part of the silicon flattening out over the skin just beyond the base. This segment tightened creating a tight ring that slowly pulsed up and down. Due to the slickness of the lubricant, the device emitted an almost consistent sucking sound from this portion.

The next segment was the middle of his dick. It jerked up and down over the majority of Gareth’s length, sliding effortlessly over the well-lubed skin.

On the underside of Gareth’s penis was a long sensor that molded to the muscular chord that ran along the underside of the jock’s dick. This sensor was lined with thousands of flexible ‘spikes’ that danced over the skin causing a tickling sensation.

The final segment was over the head of Gareth’s dick. This section sucked like a mouth, wetly slurping on the jock’s swollen knob as it rotated in an erratic pattern. The doctor pressed another small button, activating the vibrating bead at Gareth’s frenulum. He stepped over to The Capacitor and smiled at Davenport. “Now let’s have a little fun.”

He sent a push to Gareth that would slowly wake him. As the jock began to stir, moaning with increasing awareness, The Capacitor also sent a few electromagnetic pulses through the bead in the sheath. Gareth’s dick shot instant hardly, the thick chord on the underside pumped repeatedly and caused the entire sheath-covered cock to jerk.

At this point, Gareth was jolted into full wakefulness. “Uggggghhhh!”

“Good morning, sunshine,” Davenport said with a grin.

***

Gareth fought his binds as the realization hit him that he was trapped once more. The milking of the last hour came rushing back to him in a flurry of torturous memories and he recognized with dawning horror that his dick was hard once more. Not only that, but it was rock solid, pulsing and throbbing like he hadn’t just spent an hour constantly ejaculating. He glanced down and saw it, the head a deep purplish pink and the shaft appearing to have its own heartbeat.

Then he did a double take. He was looking at his cock, but through some sort of rubbery apparatus that was sucking him in ways that he’d never imagined. Something was tickling the underside of his dick and he grunted as he felt a concentrated vibration underneath his tip.

That’s when it hit him. He could see all of this. At some point while he’d been unconscious, they’d removed his blindfold. While it comforted him to some extent that he was no longer blind, he couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever they wanted him to see about this next phase of his ordeal was going to stay with him for a while.

“Marshall,” Dr. Clancy called. “Please bring the Reverse Harness out here.”

Gareth saw Marshall’s eyes light up as he shot out of the room to the storage space on the other side of the basement.

“We’re going to need to move him,” the doctor told Davenport.

“I doubt he’ll be very cooperative for that,” Davenport replied.
But the doctor was already standing next to The Capacitor. “Oh, yes he will.” Gareth felt a push and his muscles all went lax. He even felt the remnants of the lubricant from his previous milking seeping out of his suddenly relaxed anus.

“What’s going on?” he asked, just as Marshall wheeled out a large multi-cuffed harness that was suspended from a beam jutting from a sturdy pole attached to the base of the platform. He panicked at the sight of the thing, but the doctor sent another push that silenced him before he could voice his concerns. He also turned off the silicon sheath on his dick.

He was shocked as Davenport, the doctor, and Marshall began to undo the binds that held him to the table. Marshall pulled the weird-looking harness to the end of the table and the doctor lifted a cushioned leather cube from the space under it. “Lift him,” he told Davenport and Marshall.

Gareth flopped forward as the two of them pulled him up. Marshall grunted under the dead weight of his hulking body but with Davenport’s help they were able to hold him up as the doctor put the cube on the table.

“Ok,” Dr. Clancy said, “now we need to flip him.” The three men turned him to his side and then turned him once more so that he was stomach-down with his legs hanging off of the back of the table. Dr. Clancy and Marshall lifted Gareth’s knees into two of the padded cuffs that hung from the harness. Once his knees were secured, the doctor wrapped a thick belt around Gareth’s waist and affixed it to a chain that was attached the beam at the top of the apparatus. The doctor pulled the chain and Gareth’s ass went into the air. All three men laughed as he blushed in humiliation.

The doctor pulled the chain forward and Gareth’s body slid back up the table. Davenport and Marshall lifted him so that his ribcage rested on top of the cube. They pulled his arms down bound his arms and hands to the top of the table on either side of it. A strap went over the top of his back, another over his lower back, and a three-and-a-half foot bar was placed between them to hold his legs apart.

The effective result was the Gareth was basically on his hands and knees bent over the cube with his ass high in the air and his legs spread, which of course spread his ass cheeks. But that wasn’t enough for the doctor. He reached under the table and pulled out a strange metal contraption. It looked like a framework sculpture of someone’s ass, but where the crack would be, there was only empty space. It was made of several curved metal bars, each with the diameter of a number two pencil. Dr. Clancy slipped this contraption over Gareth’s ass and the flexible metal bars molded to the shape of his cheeks. Then using a set of small cranks on either side of it, he slowly craned Gareth’s ass cheeks apart, exposing his quivering pink hole. Gareth gasped when he realized that this thing could hold his ass open indefinitely.

Finally, the doctor reached forward and pulled Gareth’s sheathed cock backwards so that it stuck out between his legs. Gareth moaned as the doctor attached a loop in the sheath’s material to a small hook he’d pulled from the beam at the top the harness. He watched Dr. Clancy walk back to the computer and turned the Polishing Pump back on. He felt another push and realized that he had control of his muscles once more. He could also speak.

“Let me go!” he moaned.

Davenport ran a finger lightly down Gareth’s ass crack, pausing to flick his fingertip over his tightly puckered anus. “Oh, but you didn’t say ‘please’.”

The doctor readjusted The Capacitor so that it was back on the setting from his previous milking, the one where he could speak, but only to express pleasure. He also wouldn’t be able to cum until he was given explicit permission. When he was finished, he told Marshall to retrieve a large white jar from the shelf at the back of the room.

Marshall handed the jar to his uncle with a puzzled expression on his face.

The doctor explained. “This, my friends, is a jar of silicon fibers that are made from the same material in the Polishing Pump.” He opened the jar and in front of Gareth so he could see the contents. Inside were hundreds of small, silicon ‘worms’. Dr. Clancy lifted one out.

“Harmless, right?” he teased. “But watch what happens when it comes into contact with Nerve Attack lubricant.” He dropped it into a petri dish of the lube. After a few seconds, it began to pulse and wriggle. Over the next several seconds, the wriggling became more aggressive. Gareth’s eyes widened and he shook his head frantically, pleading with his eyes for release. “The cells of this silicon have been infused with a strong electromagnetic compound. This compound reacts to the lubricant much as your nerves do, in a sense bringing the ‘worms’ to life.”