Consequences of Misbehavior P4 - Caned while on Probation

by Nathan

AUTHORS NOTE: This story is written in seven chapters, and is total fiction. The chapters are being posted separately, and while each chapter depicts a corporal punishment scene, they are probably best enjoyed if read sequentially. Author feedback that is positive or negative is encouraged and very much appreciated. None of the characters are real, and the names are all made up and any semblance to real people or actual places is not intentional. It revolves around a single main character who is a typical senior in high school, shooting his way through puberty and growing up fast. The boy is 17 at the story beginning, but soon turns 18 finds himself in trouble. Like a lot of teenagers in real life, he makes a few mistakes, and in doing so he learns a few hard lessons about the consequences of misbehavior. I hope you truly enjoy his adventures. – Nathan

CHAPTER IV – CANED WHILE ON PROBATION!

I was going crazy. It’s hard to describe the feeling of being 18 years old and having your cock locked up inside a metal tube with the state holding the only key to the lock. During the school day, I could always feel it stuffed in my pants, and the big bulge it created in the front of my pants could not be hidden. All the girls giggled at the way my pants jutted outward, and in some ways it looked like I had a boner. Fuck it was embarrassing! Sometimes at night in the privacy of my bedroom I would just stare at it, or try and play with the cage covering my balls, pulling on it in desperation. But no matter what I did, it was firmly attached to me and very effective. The bottom line was that there was no way I could jack off, and so every hour it seemed, I just got hornier and hornier. Soon I was so horny that I started to leak semen out of the tube, just slowly oozing out as if my balls were just too full to hold any more. During the school day the dripping semen would wet my underwear with a big round spot that could not be missed. My life seemed to suck now, and I wanted to ejaculate more than anything else in the world. It didn’t help that my friends were all getting off, fucking their girlfriends and enjoying being a teenager. But as for me, I was just a very frustrated and super horny18 year old dreaming of jacking my dick which was no longer possible. I was so damn mad at myself for hitting Thomas, and while I know I assaulted him and deserved to be punished, the consequences were way more than I every dreamed they would be. And to add to my misery, my parents had no sympathy for me, or my sexual needs.

In fact, the very next day after I had my junk packed in ice and crammed back into its little metal prison my mom dragged me to church and after the service the priest had one of those man-to-man talks with me in his office. It was clear she had told him what had been going on, and he gave me the lecture about keeping myself clean in spirit and body, and he said that if I would just keep busy and do other things I wouldn’t even miss not being able to play with my pole. He talked about sins of the flesh, and reminded me that it was my lust for a girl in my school that had really started all of my troubles. As far as he was concerned, I should be thanking God for the Probation Control Device locking up my dick, instead of begging for swats on my bottom to get out of it.

On Monday, after that frustration I had endured with Thomas, things got worse. Right away I started getting kidded, and more than a few of the students knew all about my strapping, and how I had been sucked by a milking machine and had almost, but not quite, gotten off. I knew of course it was Thomas spreading the news, and while he was forbidden from taking any screen grabs or images of our sessions, neither of us were required to keep what happened between us a secret either. As far as the state was concerned, letting other guys know how tough probation was wearing a Probation Control Device (PCD) had benefits, and if it embarrassed me that didn’t matter. The key was to make sure every boy feared the consequences of misbehavior. I felt totally humiliated. It seemed everyone wanted to know about my milking, and even some of my best friends just started laughing when they heard about my frustration.

I flunked a science test on Tuesday, and bombed an English paper on Wednesday. That really scared me, because my probation paperwork made it crystal clear that a mandatory return to the Corporal Administration Center for additional punishment would be required for any academic report card grade less than C. And the last thing on earth I wanted was for them to trash my ass all over again.

The big topic at school though was the upcoming Sadie Hawkins Dance, and that’s where the girls do the asking and it is they that pick up the guys. In our school the rule was that if a girl asked you to go, you pretty much had to say yes, unless you had multiple offers. All the fat ugly chicks get dates, and it’s always funny to see who gets stuck and who doesn’t. Of course, I wasn’t dating any more, and just the thought of going out with a chick made my horny dick ache. There is no way I was going to go to a dance with my junk locked up in a cage, especially with no way to masturbate before or afterwards. But it seemed all the guys were going, and there was a live band coming, and hearing the talk and listening to the excitement just made me even more miserable.

By the time Saturday rolled around I was so fucking horny I was going crazy. It was my fourth week wearing the chastity cage, and all of my attention was focused on getting my cock out of that tube. By this time the hairs on my scrotum were itching like crazy, and I could see them growing through the little bars on the cage that covered my bag, and I wasn’t looking forward to having them ripped out by the roots at my next mandatory appointment, and that was just a week in the future. I hated shaving off my pubic hair, but the probation rules left me no choice. Still, I sure didn’t like my friends at school laughing at my smooth groin, and with my cock crammed in that short little metal tube, the combination of smooth skin and tiny cock tube gave the impression my entire package looked like it belonged to a ten year old.

I could hardly wait for Saturday, and my next chance to see Thomas and beg him to let me get off. But when Saturday finally came my mom told me I couldn’t go to the center, and instead we were going to take a family drive into town to visit some art museums. My dad thought it was a good idea too, but I wasn’t having any of it. I told them I was going to the center, and not with them, and that’s was that! We had quite an argument, and then they took the keys to the car I had been driving, so I defied them and left the house and biked my way to the center. Because of all the drama, I arrived ten minutes late, and I was so afraid I had missed my communication window with Thomas Lincoln that my heart was pounding.

And sure enough when I showed up at the Corporal Punishment Center for my Primary Victim (PV) communication window, Thomas didn’t sign on, and I figured when I wasn’t there on time he had gone on to do other things. FUCK! I didn’t know what I’d do if I had to wait another week! I started to assume that with the big Sadie Hawkins dance starting at five, he was probably getting ready for it, and I was freaking. I mean, if he didn’t show I was looking at still another week in the chastity cage, and I just didn’t see how I could make it. I was so upset waiting there, and I stared at the blank screen and the red light and prayed it would turn green. And then it did! FINALLY the light turned green, and he was there, filling the screen, and with a big grin on his face. He looked really happy.

I was so glad to see him! I started speaking as soon as I saw his face, and I was way too horny at that point to have any humility left: Hi Thomas! Thanks for showing up! I’ll do anything for you today, ANYTHING, if you will just let me get off. No tricks. No edge treatments. I want to shoot my wad, and I’m begging you. BEGGING YOU!

He grinned even bigger, and then he said: Well....that’s nice. I’m in a really good mood, so it’s your lucky day. You see, Jenny turned 18 today, so it’s her birthday, and for her birthday I want a favor from you. If you grant it, then I’ll let you fuck yourself until you cum. That’s a promise! Hell, I’ll let you fuck yourself for an hour. A FULL HOUR OF GETTING OFF, and you can shoot your wad as many times as you can during that time. Yeah...you can fuck yourself for a full sixty minutes dude, and I mean it!

My heart was pounding. I didn’t trust him, but I really had no choice, and at that point I was so sexually frustrated that I would have done anything even for a CHANCE to get off. An hour! Oh YEAH! I immediately told him again that ANYTHING he wanted I would agree to.

He grinned again, and then he went on: Well, OK. What I want is simple enough. I just want you to allow Jenny to watch our session together today. As you know, the rules say that I can’t have anyone watch what we do when we are chatting unless you give me specific permission to invite someone. Well, my sister wants to see you get off, and so since it’s her birthday and she wants to see you cum, and you want to cum badly, then I’m going to let you. So, if you say it’s OK for her to watch, then I’ll give you 60 minutes to fuck yourself dry and I’ll even add in the milking machine too, so you can really get it on. And I won’t set it to 10 this time; no, I’ll start it at 150, and turn it up even more if it helps turn you on. I’m serious. I swear to God, you’ll have a full hour to empty your balls.

I instantly agreed. I wasn’t thrilled with my ex girlfriend watching the show, but I was so horny I didn’t care, and I for sure wasn’t going to say no. Besides, everyone had been watching when I got punished in the auditorium, including her. I answered without a moment’s hesitation: Sure....I don’t care if she watches. Is there anything else?

He laughed. And he said: No...not really, but there has to be price of course for that much time. I’m thinking SIX ought to do it though. Just six of the best. I want to see you bent over and taking a cane across your ass, bare. I want a real cane, a British School cane, not a paddle or strap. If a Brit my age can take six cuts with the cane and not cry out, you should be able to also. Yeah...so that’s the price. Six. Six of the best, with a very stoic British thank you sir at the end. If you do that in front of my sister, then I’ll let you fuck yourself for a full hour. I’m betting the odds are that you will get off several times.

I didn’t want my ass caned, but I certainly had learned not to argue. So, I said: OK. I just want to make sure I understand. If I agree to the cane, you’ll let me out of the cage and I can get myself off? No tricks, right? If that’s true, I won’t need the milker.

For an answer he said: I’m telling you the truth. You can fuck yourself for sixty minutes. As for the milker, if it helps get you off then you shouldn’t care. Since it’s Jenny’s birthday, I’ll let her decide if she wants to see it working on you or not. The important thing is that no matter what, I’ll make certain you shoot your wad—until your nuts are totally empty and you are more than satisfied. This is the day you have been waiting for!

I agreed of course, and the truth was I didn’t care if I came in my hand, or with the milking machine. As long as I got off, it would be OK. I just preyed he would really let me shoot my load.

Before I knew it Jenny’s face was on the screen, and I was stripping off my clothes and getting my ass ready for a thrashing with a school cane. Six. Damn. My probation officer had to call somewhere at the center and wait for a school cane, and it took several minutes before they procured one. When he brought it into the room it caught my attention, and it looked quite a bit stouter than any of the birch rods that had been bundled together and had been my undoing at the formal punishment session.

My probation officer saw me staring at it and he said: OK...here it is. It’s a regulation British cane used in the British school system in earlier times. This one is 30 inches long, and one third of an inch in diameter, and it is made out of rattan. It’s pretty flexible, and it normally wasn’t given on the bare bottom; usually a boy was thrashed over his shorts.

Thomas Lincoln looked right at my probation officer, and then he said: It’s perfect. But no shorts! I want to see the welts. If its done right, there should be six lines of purple welts painted across that fucker’s bottom after he’s been done. I want to see those, so my sister knows the guy that fucked her is still paying for it. Once I see the welts, and Mika thanks me for his caning, then I’ll let him fuck himself until he can’t cum any more.

I knew my parents weren’t going to be happy, but at this point I was way too horny to back out, and if it took six welts on my ass to get myself off then so be it. I didn’t argue. Instead, I got myself into position, this time facing away from the camera. I had my two hands on the table top, and my ass perched out, my legs slightly spread and my hole and locked up package hanging down and fully visible to the camera. Thomas wanted to see my ass taking the hits, and he wanted to watch the stripes appear as the blows were given. As long as I got to shoot my wad, I figured the six whacks would be worth it.

SLASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

URGGGGH I grunted, the burn so intense my eyes watered. I didn’t think it was going to hurt that bad, and compared to the paddle or the strap the British school cane on my bare skin the cane was 1000 times worse. I squeezed my eyes shut, and opened them, and I tried to breathe in and out and in and out. OH GOD MY ASS WAS ON FIRE!

One I heard the probation officer say. Here comes the second one.

SLASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

OH...OH OH....FUCK! I grunted.

Thomas laughed, and I heard Jenny giggle. Then he said: British school boys don’t say fuck. They don’t say anything when they get hit with a cane. You need to take your hits like a man Mika. If you can’t, then the deal’s off.

I bit down on my lip to keep from saying anything. Fuck it hurt, and each line seemed to sear it’s way across my bottom. But I wasn’t going to lose this opportunity, no matter how bad it hurt.

The next two were so intense I almost burst into tears, but I somehow fought them back and held my position. I heard Jenny remarking about the purple lines appearing, and Thomas seemed pleased about what was happening to my rear. The pain was so intense I just couldn’t imagine how any school principal or teacher could have ever been allowed to hit a school kid like I was getting hit right now. FUCK!

SLASPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

The fifth one hit me low, just under the cheeks of my ass, and that one caused me to toss my head back and gasp. Thomas laughed. He was clearly enjoying my misery. But I didn’t cuss, and I kept my mouth shut.

I had one final one to go. I steeled myself for it, and closed my eyes. The last line of fire lit up like a red hot poker that burned the skin in a line across my ass, and I shook and the tears came then. The probation officer had made the cut at an angle, so that it crossed the other five lines and made a design on my bottom of purples lines. I closed my eyes and willed the tears to stop....and then, somehow, I managed to stand up and say: Thaaaa..... Thank you Thomas. Yes, thank you sir!

Jenny laughed, and then she grinned.

Oh God! I was so humiliated.

I reached around and grabbed my ass, and I could feel the lines of raised welts that were spread across both cheeks of my naked buttocks. They were going to be there for a while, and without any question they would still be there on Monday when I had to face my classmates in gym. Well, it was a heavy price to pay, but when you are an 18 year old teenager who hasn’t been able to touch his cock for a month, the price was still going to be worth it if I could finally get myself off.

Thomas said: OK....cuff his hands behind his back, and then uncage him. When he’s out of the box, screw that phallus thing into his chair. In my instruction book, it’s called the FRUSTRATOR I think. I don’t want the thin one; I want the battery one that has the big fat rotating end. Today I want to let him go at it all he wants. I promised him a full hour; I want him to have at least that much time, if not more. If he doesn’t get off today, it will be because he doesn’t want to.

What the fuck? I was still gasping from the hits from the cane, and I hadn’t expected him to cuff my hands. How the hell was I supposed to fuck myself, if I couldn’t touch my cock?

The probation officer got a serious look on his face, and then he turned to the screen and said to Thomas: The Frustrator is normally a punishment device, used to keep a misbehaving male still and in position when seated in the chair. It’s used if they won’t sit still to allow their cages to be removed and replaced for cleaning. It stretches their anal opening, and if it is turned on it can force an erection, even with the penis inside the metal tube. It’s a very intense experience, and sexually it usually brings a male close to ejaculation, but not quite letting him get there. In my opinion his behavior so far doesn’t warrant its use.

Thomas said: Well, in my opinion it does. It’s exactly what I want. Yeah, let him ride the Frustrator! I’m the Primary Victim, and I want it. Just set it up. If he doesn’t want to ride it he doesn’t have to, but I just want to make it available to him. That’s not prohibited by the rulebook is it? I’m not making him do it, just giving him the opportunity.

My probation officer slowly answered: Well, no. It’s not prohibited. OK. I suppose since it’s voluntary on his part, then it meets the rules. Okay. Hang on, and I’ll prepare the chair then.

After that he was all business, and he seemed to understand exactly what Thomas wanted. He cuffed my two wrists behind my back, and then once again he pulled out THE KEY, and with a twist and a CLICK, the red lock was open and my cock was free from its cage. I jutted upward and my cock filled with blood in an instant. The end flared, and my entire dick was throbbing. A bead of semen anointed the tip.

Jennifer gasp, and said: God. Mika, you are really hard! That’s a HUGE COCK!

I was confused. I started to look at the screen, when the probation officer opened this drawer under the television monitor, and pulled out this large plastic dildo. The end was black, and made of rubber, and he pressed a button on the bottom of it and the fat bulbous black end started rotating and twisting in a sweeping sideways motion. It also got shorter and longer, and when it pulled downward the black rubber end increased in circumference. Then he turned it off, and it stopped moving, and then he placed it in the center of the seat and screwed it down into the hole in the middle. The base of it was metal and was threaded, and it was clearly made to fit the threaded hole in the chair. It only took a few seconds, and the big dildo was a part of the chair, jutting up from the seat at least eleven inches in height.

I was in shock. Whoa.....hey...wait! You said...you said I could fuck myself! But I’ve got a dick...I don’t need a plastic dick on the chair. Please Thomas, just let me grab my cock and stroke it. Please! I just want to jerk off and you promised!

Thomas laughed. Then he said: I don’t care what you want. I know what I said. I promised you an hour of fucking, and your time has started. I don’t care if you stand there and stare at that dick, or if you sit down on it and take it up your ass. But if you stare at it, you’ll go home horny, and that’s fine if that’s what you want. But I’m pretty sure, if you ride that cock, it will fuck the sperm right out of your nuts. If I were you, I’d start riding and quit talking. If you want to get off, then fuck yourself. If you don’t, then keep staring at that dick in the chair and stay horny.

I was pissed. But I was also more horny than I had ever been in my life and my cock was up and eager and my balls were so full they felt heavy. And I hadn’t cum in a month! I had to try! I had never had anything in my ass in my entire life, not ever, and I had never wanted to either. I looked to my probation officer, but he wasn’t going to interfere. I knew the rules, and if the Primary Victim wanted to make my life miserable, then he could. But this was unfair! And hell, Jenny was watching me! But even so I knew this was shit. But I stared at it nevertheless, and as I was looking at that big plastic dildo my cock was twitching, the entire hard shaft throbbing with pent up desire. I decided in spite of the humiliation I had to try. I had to! And so I did. I went over to the chair, and then slowly, I straddled my legs and sat down on that dildo, letting it fill my hole. On the monitor Jennifer and Thomas were watching, and grinning, but at this point I bit my lip and slowly lowered myself down, all the way down, until the big rod was buried all the way to the hilt. I felt like I was stuffed....it was just SO FUCKING HUGE I couldn’t believe it. It hurt like hell too, and my hole felt like it was being torn apart. But in another very strange sort of way, it did feel good too.

Strap him in the chair. He gets the full sixty minutes, and if he’s strapped in I’ll know he will enjoy the full amount of time, even if he changes his mind about it.

What the fuck? The probation officer hooked up the leather cuffs then, one on each ankle, the other set to the knees, and one more around my neck. He left my arms cuffed behind my back.

Thomas said: Hey Mika, if I were you, I’d start moving. Up and down. Take that cock in your ass, and rise up and down on the thing and fuck it. If you get it going fast enough, I’m sure you will cum, and cum hard. This is a gift to you. So go ahead, shoot your wad! You’ve been waiting a month for this moment, and Jenny wants to see you pump out your sperm! So, start fucking yourself!

And I did. Oh GOD. I lifted my hips upward, to the extent that I could, and then let my weight fall back down, cramming the plastic cock deep into my hole. Up and down. I was literally fucking my own hole with the big plastic dick. It hurt. But in a different way it felt good too. Very good. But there was nothing directly stimulating my cock, and I wasn’t sure the rubber cock I was riding would be enough to put me over the edge. I started to panic....I HAD TO CUM! I HAD TO!

The faster I moved my ass up and down over that plastic dick the better it felt. But that feeling only built to a certain level. Up and down, faster and faster and with a great desperation I lifted my ass and fucked my own hole. Soon, I was sweating. My balls were churning, and I was close. VERY CLOSE. VERY VERY CLOSE. But not quite. This feeling of being right on the edge continued, and I was soon moving my hips as fast as I could to just get a little bit more stimulation. I was desperate, and I was fucking that thing like I was a teenage girl in heat riding her boyfriend’s eager cock. I was really fucking it now, fast and furiously, and I kept doing it until I was sweating like a pig. This went on for perhaps fifteen minutes....a very long time, and my balls were churning and my cock was seeping copious amounts of precum. But still the ejaculation I so desperately needed eluded me, and I started to have the thought I would never get off.

I started to beg. PLEASE THOMAS...PLEASE LET ME SHOOT MY WAD!

Thomas was grinning, and then he said to my probation officer: Go ahead. Turn it on. I think he needs a little help. Might as well see what the Frustrator can really do! I think he’s so horny that it will make him shoot.

Mr. Henderson reached under the seat, where the bottom of the dildo was sticking through the seat, and his finger flicked the switch on the device. Instantly, deep inside my hole, I felt the thing come to life, and the big rubber end of it started spinning, going around and around in a modulating pulsating mode, rubbing across my prostate and then every inch of the entrance to my bowels. It was rubbing my guts inside my hole, ticking my prostate and hitting all of the nerves at the base of my horny dick. It was also getting longer and shorter, fucking me deep as I rode that rod. My nuts drew up, and got very tight, and then the tip of my cock flared bright red and purple. I was going to come! I was!

But I didn’t. Instead, that Frustrator lived up to it’s name, working me right at the edge of an ejaculation but not quite letting me reach that point. I was moaning...I was grunting, I was begging! My eyes were so fucking wide, my mouth agape, but even so, I didn’t cum! OH FUCK! I was so fucking close...so desperate, but nothing was stimulating my dick and I couldn’t touch it! I screamed! I begged. Please just let me cum! That thing kept me on the verge, on that very edge, but no matter how hard I screamed and thrashed against the ropes and rode it up and down I couldn’t quite make myself shoot.

Thomas laughed, and then he said: Yeah! They don’t call it the Frustrator for nothing! I guess you better fuck yourself faster!

I was riding my ass up and down over that pulsating plastic cock like a machine, up and down, and that’s when I finally looked at the screen and there was Jenny. She was licking her lips with her tongue, just running it in and out of her mouth, and as I stared at her and she at me I felt the feeling build to a new level, and it was then that I finally went over the edge into the point of no return. The burn where the cane had put welts across my ass just seemed to disappear, and a second after that my entire body shuddered. As it did, I threw my head back hard against the chair and screamed.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I gasped and I saw spots in front of my eyes, and as I screamed from the intensity of what I was feeling the sperm jetted up out of my pulsating cock and went higher than my head. Every single muscle in my groin just seemed to explode, and I ejaculated with an intensity I had never felt in my entire life. I came and came and came, and the sperm just shot out of my dick like a fountain. It was a hell of a load. Even though nothing was actually touching my cock it didn’t matter any more. In fact, I seemed to keep coming, the probe deep in my ass pulsating and rubbing and spinning inside of me, and the feeling was so overwhelming I shook the entire chair. I kept cumming and my cock bobbed up and down as it was spurting. OH GOD IT FELT SO FUCKING GOOD!

I think I came for more than a minute, and there was sperm on my chest and on the floor and on my belly and on my face. And there were even spots of semen on the television monitor. FUCK!

Finally, slowly, I stopped ejaculating, but that cock in my hole was still turned on, and so it kept spinning and it started to be too much. I said: OK....oh.... WOW! OK. You can turn it off now. I shot my wad!

My probation officer started to reach under the chair to where the switch was, but Thomas said: No! It stays on. I promised him a full hour of fucking, and that’s exactly what he’s going to get. Get out the VENUS, and put it on his cock. Might as well let him enjoy it all. He’s been dying to jack his cock. And today his cock is going to get jacked. Start it on 100, and when he shoots again, turn it up to 150. You can keep turning it up until it pegs out at 300 if it helps him keep shooting wads.

What the fuck? WAIT! But the probation office wasn’t waiting, and instead he removed the receiver from the VENUS 2000 box, lubed it up with some water based lubricant, and as I watched he turned on the machine and dropped the tube over my dick. Immediately it started sliding up and down my cock. Up and down. I saw him twist the control knob, and the machine picked up the pace and after that it was literally jacking my cock with a fast mechanical motion. It was in a way like a fist, gripping and pumping my cock, but never getting tired and pumping with a vengeance.

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

This time, the milker lived up to its name! I had no control over my body, and I was being jerked by one machine and fucked by another, and as it all hit my brain I slammed my head back against the chair back, and then I once again ejaculated.

ARHGHGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

MFRGHHHHHHHHH!

OOOHHHHHHH!

OH...OH FUCKKKKKKKK! I screamed as my dick exploded for a second time in less than five minutes. This time the sperm all shot within the rubber sleeve that contained my dick inside of the vacuum receiver tube, but even so there was no doubt to those watching me that I was cumming again. And as I shot my second load it just added lubrication to the tube that was milking me, and that seemed to make the feeling even more intense. My orgasm went on for close to a minute, and my ass gripped that rod in my hole and squeezed it in rhythmic contractions. Finally, slowly, my nuts seemed empty and the muscles in my groin stopped pulsating, but the machine sliding up and down over my cock didn’t even slow down.

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Ka-chunkk!

Neither did the dildo in my ass. It was working overtime, and I jerked against the restraints and tried to rise up to get it out of my hole. But it was way too big, and I was strapped to the chair. Oh GOD! My eyes were wide open. It was way too much! Thomas was staring at me, grinning, and I stared back in desperation, my mouth open and my body stimulated to a degree I’d never experienced before. A few minutes after that I felt the feeling all over again, and a few seconds later I felt my nuts drawing up tight and then the muscles deep inside started to spasm rhythmically one more time.

OH. OH FUCK. I’m CUMMING AGAIN! I screamed.

ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

And once again I shot and shot again, another load of jism somehow shooting out of my nuts one more time. I tried to pull away, tried to do anything to turn everything off. But I was strapped to that chair, and it was slowly becoming more than I could handle. My cock was supersensitive after the third wad, and as that mechanical mouth kept working on the over sensitive head of my dick, my eyes went wide and I started to beg.

I had twenty more minutes left in my hour, and I started to beg then for them to please just turn it off. But they didn’t. Instead, Jenny stared and watched me cum, and her brother laughed his ass off, clearly enjoying watching me jerk and fight against the restrains. My cock had no idea what to do. It hadn’t been stimulated in a month, and now I couldn’t stop the stimulation that was relentlessly hitting me in two places. I begged! I babbled! I tossed my head back into the chair and shook my body in desperation. But even so, that mechanical mouth kept working on the head of my dick, and I was unable to do anything about it but watch it work and feel the nerves of my dickhead being over stimulated. I was jerking and fighting that mechanical mouth and the demon in my hole so hard that the entire chair was shaking. FUCK! FUCK! In a very real way the receiver was literally apple polishing the head of my cock, and the feeling was electric. It went on and on, and time seemed to drag. I was going crazy with the feelings being generated on my dick and inside my ass, but there was nothing I could do but just feel it all. Another minute went by. And another. Five minutes slowly became ten. And then, with just two minutes left in my fucking hour, and without any warning, my over sensitive cock just erupted one more time, and when that happened my eyes went wide with disbelief and I arched my back and ejaculated for the forth time in less than an hour.

When the time ran out the probation officer turned off the switch on the dildo, and then he pulled the milking receiver off of my throbbing pole. As he did and it came clear with a SLURRP sound, my sperm just poured out of the tube. My spunk just ran out of the tube and down my stomach, and it had to have been more than half a cupful of jism. FUCK I HAD SHOT A LOT OF SPERM!

That’s when Jennifer said: DAMN! That’s a big load Mika! God!

Then, out of the blue she added: I want you to go to the dance with me. Yeah. I want YOU to be my date for Sadie Hawkins, and Ill pick you up at 5pm.

To be continued......