Peril, Bondage, Erect, Dennis the Menace
DAVID 70
DENNIS THE MENACE
PART THREE
It had been almost eight minutes, and it was going to happen again.
His heart raced with panic, and his skin crawled with anticipation. In the darkness and silence of his gag and blindfold, he remembered what Dennis had said:
"Every cell has a telomeric cascade index, a ticking clock if you will, telling it how long it can remain viable under optimum conditions. Now you...freak of nature that you are...have an extraordinary amount of free testosterone in your bloodstream, more so than nearly anyone in the world. That's why you can eat a box of donuts and practically just look at a dumbbell and gain muscle while the rest of us have to torture ourselves and diet. It's not just the amount of testosterone you have; it's the amount of receptors on your muscles cells. Now, Alan and I have perfected a technique whereby we can genetically grow more receptors in our muscle cells and increase the amount of testosterone our bodies produce without unwanted side effects, but we need the enzymes unique to your seminal fluid and your sperm cells so we can duplicate it. The problem is that sperm cells begin to die after a few hours. We can't freeze them, because the crystallization alters the molecular structure of the enzyme. We need nice, fresh cum, and we've been able to prolong the viability period to a maximum of 475 minutes. That's just shy of eight hours. We need 300 milliliters of your cum. That's about enough to fill a large coffee mug. And we need it in under eight hours."
David scoffed and actually had to suppress a smile.
Dennis continued: "I know what you're thinking. Even if you could, you wouldn't."
"You're crazy."
Dennis' smile vanished. A flurry of emotions raced across his face: Anger, hurt, frustration, sadness. "I am not," he whispered. "You'll see. I'm going to be like you."
"What?"
Dennis' chin trembled. He turned away from David. "I'm gonna be handsome. I'm.......big and strong and...."
David listened intently.
"...calling me names. I'm gonna teach them a thing or two. Show them what it's like...beat them up. I'll beat them up and make them cry."
"Dennis?"
"Like YOU!" He wheeled around. His face was contorted with rage that seemed to have come from nowhere in an instant. He marched over to David, his hands in fists. They stood toe to toe, Dennis' face at the level of David's chest.
David closed his eyes in fear. He was helpless
He had awakened in a new contraption that could only have been custom made for his size. His legs were spread apart and his ankles were fasted to a steel spreader bar bolted to the floor. A steel crescent arced vertically behind him, the top end fused to the collar around his neck, and the bottom end anchored at the center of the spreader bar. He was like the string of a bow; his body from shoulders to calves was unfettered, although his wrists were shackled behind his back. What he couldn't see was the hydraulic press situated in the crescent at the level of his lower back. Its end was a broad pushing surface, and bolted to the underside, and aimed directly at his ass was a large steel and plastic dildo. Before him sat a large cylindrical, tank-like machine with a cluster of wires hanging from it.
"Dennis," he began. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. Please."
Dennis looked up at his handsome captive with rage in his eyes. His arms trembled. He seemed to be dueling with himself, trying to control his fists. His face was red. And then...it all melted in a second. He seemed frightened… of himself.
David's mouth dropped open.
Dennis closed his eyes, rested his head against David's chest, and sighed. He embraced the big man before him and, after a while, he sighed again, as though cool water had been put on a bright burn. He opened his eyes, reached up, and stroked David's left pec for a few seconds, and then he closed his eyes and wrapped his arms tightly around David's hips. "I used to dream about you holding me until I fell asleep. Like this. With my face on your chest."
He didn't know what to say.
"And about me giving you a massage. And of you being so afraid to tell me that you liked certain places touched. And I put your fears at ease. And you let me give you pleasure. And then you had TO RUIN IT ALL!!!!" He backed away, furious.
David was wide-eyed and speechless.
Dennis twisted, grabbed the cluster of wires, and one by one, he attached them to his captive. One plugged into the double cockring. The other three had adhesive pads, and Dennis pressed one against the back of David's scrotum, and then one to the side of each testicle. He reached behind the machine and brought up a large, clear plastic tube. He plugged several lines into it and then snapped it into place on top of the machine. The open end of the tube was aimed directly at David's engorged staff.
"You're gonna give me 300 milliliters," Dennis muttered. "In eight hours." He turned on the machine. Orange lights flickered to life. "The IVs will be changed every hour. You're gonna need the fluid."
"Dennis, I can't possiblyó"
"Yes you can." He stood behind David and wrapped a large white handkerchief around his eyes.
"Wait! What are you doing?"
Dennis tied the blindfold tight and then wrapped another cloth around David's mouth and pulled tight. "The IV has things you'll need; vasodilators, amphetamines, all kinds of stuff. You'll stay rock hard. You'll produce loads and loads of cum. Your involuntary muscles are gonna seize up like there's no tomorrow. The orgasms will be mind blowing."
"No Denn…” The gag entered his mouth. Dennis pulled it tighter and secured the knot.
"You can bite down on this."
David shook his head.
"Get ready," Dennis said. "All that cock teasing was for a reason. Your nuts are loaded with juice now. Now they need to be drained. The milking machine will do it all for you. All you have to do is stand there and cum."
"Nohhhhhh!! D'isssh nohhh!"
"Milking the bull. That's what it's called."
"D'isssh ëleeez nohhh!"
"That's how you're going to pay me back. Give me your cum, so I can be like you."
He sobbed. "I ca'nnt D'isssh. Ph'leeze!"
"You've probably got an ejaculation volume at or above the high average of 5 ml. That means you're going to have to cum about 60 times in the next eight hours."
"Nohh!"
"That's about once every eight minutes."
He began to struggle violently. The yoke yanked at his neck. Only his hips could move. It felt disturbingly like fucking.
"The drugs in the IV will lessen your recovery time. It usually takes a guy an hour or two to be able to cum again. You'll be perpetually ready. The eight minutes is just to allow your seminal vessels to fill with semen again."
He pulled at the wrist shackles. His frantic mind reasoned that if he could free his hands, he could cover his genitals and protect them.
"Your testicles and seminal vessels are going to go into high gear. The electrodes will see to that. Plus, it'll feel good."
As he pulled, he held his breath. He was already feeling dizzy.
"You might feel a little woozy. It's the drugs. They won't harm you though. They will make you feel ultrasensitive though."
He stopped pulling. He sobbed. He heard Dennis flip a switch. The hydraulic press behind him began to extend itself. The tip of the dildo began to vibrate, and at the same time, the milking tube in front of him began to slide forward on a track. Lube was pumped from the machine to the sleeve. It flowed along a thin hose and dripped into the interior of the tube from several points. It ran down the sides of the curved interior. Tiny electrodes inside the tube were activated. A gentle current raced along the inner surface. And then the front of the tube touched the tip of David's penis.
He jerked away, and to his surprise, met the pushing surface of the press behind him. He experienced a moment of confusion. He hadn't remembered anything behind him. And then he felt the platform touch his bound hands. It pushed against them inexorably, and the horror of what was going to happen filled his mind. The press pushed his hips forward, directly into the slippery, hungry mouth of the advancing milking tube. His cock slid in. The current danced around the head of his dick. He tried to back away. He tilted his hips back again and again.
That was a big, big mistake.
As he did so, he pulled his cock in and out of the advancing nozzle and he spread the lube all over the interior with his own cock. It was like fucking a slippery, tingling mouth. He screamed. The press pushed his hips all the way forward. Now he was a mirror image of the steel crescent behind him, bowed forward with his hips in front of him. The milking tube had advanced all the way forward. Its forward edge, lined with lips of black rubber, pressed firmly against his pubic hair. He heard the machine shift gears. The air in the tube began to evacuate. He could feel the suction. And the hydraulic press behind him continued its slow journey forward. He was frightened it would break his back. Instinctively, he pushed back against it.
That was a big, big mistake.
The tip of the dildo slid between his ass cheeks and its thrumming tip touched his tender hole. He gasped and reared up on his toes. He screamed again, weakly, sure that he was about to be forcibly fucked, and then the press stopped, the knob of the dildo pressed firmly against his sphincter.
The milking tube slid back on its track just an inch, and then slid all the way forward again. Then it did it again.
And again
And again.
"NNOOooohh!!!!!"
He jerked his hips backwards and the dildo spread open his ass hole and buzzed and thrummed a half inch inside him. He tried to extricate himself from its vibrating tip, and in doing so, he thrust his cock deeper into the milking tube. It was a diabolical psychological dilemma; if he stood perfectly still, he was a submissive animal hooked to a machine. If he tried to escape the pistoning milking tube, he fucked himself on the dildo.
Dennis said: "And finally...." And he flipped another switch. Low voltage electric current flowed into his testicles and his prostate gland. Every nerve ending between his legs flared. He sobbed. Oh how he sobbed, because the sensations were so massively, disturbingly pleasurable, he knew he could never resist.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Dennis turned the power up slightly.
It seemed as though the impending orgasm had a life of its own. He was standing perfectly still, and yet his cock muscles were beginning to pound, his balls were rearing up into his scrotum, his urethra was pulsing, his breathing was getting faster, his heart was pounding, his cock was throbbing rhythmically....
"Now you're gonna cum really hard," Dennis explained. "Don't hold in the screams. It's bad for your blood pressure."
His nipples tingled. His head was swimming. He was moaning involuntarily, over and over again. He began to bite down on the gag, his cock twitched.
"You wanted to cum," Dennis reminded him. "Cumming can be agony when you don't want to."
He didn't want to now, and that's what made the thrill in his loins horrifying. Somewhere deep inside, he felt himself reach a crest and begin to speed downhill. The feeling of losing control of his own genitals made his heart race. His mind filled with shame and disgust. And then panic. And then desperation. All at once, everything peaked in a sensuous earthquake of sensations: the wonderful slipperiness and wetness of the tube, the steady rocking of the machine, the gentle spreading of his sphincter, the useless clenching of his buttocks, the buzzing in his balls, between his legs, and his ass hole. He whimpered in fear, and then he groaned in anger, furious that he was losing control and that an orgasm could be taken from him so easily. "NooooHHHHHH!!!!"
"Yeeeees." Dennis said casually.
The anger turned to sobbing as the cock muscles jerked. He tried to remain their master. He bore down with all his might. He held his breath His whole body was a crescendo. His toes spread. And then he experienced doom, helplessness, and he changed from a proud man to a dumb, milked beast. His cock muscles paused...and then squeezed violently. Cum splattered against the back of the milking tube. Again and again He bit down on the gag and grunted long and hard with each squirt. It seemed as though it would never end. His cock was on fire, spasming and spasming, emptying his balls, releasing stream after stream of creamy cum He wanted it to end so that he could breathe, but he just kept cumming and cumming. He managed to suck in a breath and his grunts turned to desperate, shaking sobs.
"One," Dennis said, as though counting off a long sequence. "Only 59 more to go."
That had been five hours ago. He knew because someone had come to change the IVs five times, and each time they came, they added to his torment. The first time, the footsteps stopped in front of him. He begged through his gag while the machine milked him. Hands gently caressed his sweaty pecs. They felt his biceps. They drifted behind him and stroked his buttocks. And then they returned to his chest. His nipples were held between thumb and forefinger, and then they were stroked with the surface of the thumb. Shocked, he gulped a huge breath and held it. His nipples were gently twisted, first one way, and then the other. He moaned. There was nothing else he could do but moan over and over again. His entire body was one raw, erotically charged nerve. He could barely breathe. He couldn't double over, he couldn't twist, he couldn't move. All he could do was stand there and feel his nipples burn with pleasure and his cock shoot jet after jet of thick cum.
He had lost count of how many times he had cum. He truly did feel like a bull, a stud animal that nobody wanted to talk to, or succor, or soothe. As long as he produced semen. That was his only reason for existing. His only companion in the darkness and silence was the machine, and as it cycled up again, he was filled with dread. The orgasms were violent, brain-ripping, breathtaking, and seemingly endless. His groin muscles were sore from clenching. Despite being covered in sweat, he trembled. The machine was implacable and soulless. It wanted one thing and it would not stop until it had had its fill. He couldn't beg or plead with it. It knew no mercy. It had no mind. He felt the sleeve touch his cock. The black rubber lips were dripping with lube. The interior was warm and wet and the electrical current pulsed in an 8/10ths of a second rhythm, the same beat as an orgasm. His erection was huge, and the double cockring held his sex meat straight out in front of him so that the machine could feed on his semen easily. The circumference of the tube had been calculated with great accuracy. It slid around his cock like a tight sleeve. Just the initial, wet advance along his cock made him grit his teeth. The lube must have been constantly replenished, because with each cycle, the tubular mouth was drenched with silken pleasure.
The tip of the dildo pushed at his ass hole. Even though it barely spread him open, he felt horribly violated. He couldn't imagine what it would be like later when Alan fucked him, or when the fuck machine was finally used on him. But in a way, he was being fucked already. Dennis had convinced Alan not to use the fuck machine so that Alan could screw the virgin ass hole he had always dreamed about. The strange fact that Dennis seemed to help him in that respect, by delaying the inevitable rape, was totally out of character for his tormentor. Unless...
He remembered Dennis' embrace, the forlorn looks, the anguished struggle in his eyes.
And then the dildo began to pulse and vibrate in random patterns. Oh yes, he was being fucked, but it wasn't his ass hole that was being raped, it was his mind. This was a constant, yet varied reminder of what was waiting for him, and like a cattle prod used on a bull, it forced him forward, into the tireless, slippery grasp of the milking machine.
He was so tired. His body ached, but his mind buzzed, no doubt because of the stimulants being fed to his bloodstream. He accidentally jerked back, and the head of the dildo slipped halfway into him. His ass lips clenched around it, and it began to vibrate. He jerked forward, and the entire surface of his shaft seemed to ignite. He gasped. He moaned in pleasure, and then he moaned in desperation. He had crossed the point of no return. He could feel it beginning. Somehow, all the sensations became unbearable. He stood motionless, but then, blindfolded and gagged, his entire universe became the slow, steady, pumping of his cock. His cock began to twitch. He bore down to try to stop the sensations, and it worked for a few seconds, but then they overcame him, and when he relaxed his muscles, he was flooded with the oncoming orgasm. He whimpered. He whimpered again, his voice higher this time. He sobbed in fear. He cried out in fear. He was going to lose control yet again, and his cum and his breath and his manhood would be ripped from him with each gut-wrenching blast of semen.
Finally, he lost all control. The intensity of the impending orgasm frightened him. He took a deep breath. Air would be so precious in the next few seconds; at least he could give himself that. And then for a moment, his body tensed, and then his mind caved in, his body convulsed, his balls seemed to boil and tense, the pressure in his loins rose and rose and rose, and then his cock blasted out streams of thick cream from deep within him.
His helpless sobs were the only thing he heard for a second, and then like someone sucking the dregs of a drink through a straw, there was the sucking and slurping of the milking machine.
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