Cum Control 1
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  By TopLegal
  
  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
  
  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
  met:  there is no cost to access this story, e.g. AdultCheck, pay
  site, etc., and the story is posted in full without modifications.
  
John Doe
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  How he got here and who I am is of little importance.
  
  Really.
  
  The fact is that John was here and in quite a position. Strapped
  to a cold surgical table with his arms and legs stretched out to
  the four corners and quite firmly restrained. A separate strap
  about his midsection kept him pinioned down.
  
  I watched from the observation room as he came too. They all acted
  the same on coming to. First disorientation you could watch their
  minds come to and start questioning where they were. Next came
  recognition that they were restrained. And finally fear and
  shouting.
  
  John took a bit longer than most to start shouting but then it was
  the usual: "Where Am I... Let me go! ... I'm very important ...
  when the police get you..."
  
  Whatever. I have a policy of letting them wear themselves out of
  the shouting. I remember once that a guy managed to keep shouting
  for half a day, but that is a different story.
  
  John, beautiful John quieted down after just a few minutes.
  
  I watched his taught muscular body strain against the restraints a
  bit more before giving up the ghost and surrendering to the
  situation.
  
Implements
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  I took my cue to enter. I put on my mask, what with my respectable
  job and all it is important that the celebrities who visit me not
  know who I am. I suppose in that sense I am a bit like the masked
  magician who gives away the secrets of magic for Fox.
  
  Fox, Fox Mulder, aka John Doe was lying there waiting for me. His
  ample cock awaited my attention. I entered the room quietly and
  pushed the well-oiled surgi-cart up by the table before John
  noticed me.
  
  "What are you going to do to me," he asked.
  
  I leaned close to his face. He was beautiful--and not to mention
  well hung. I whispered softly near his ear my intents and he began
  to struggle hopelessly against the restraints. But something else
  happened as well, the fear caused his gargantuan cock to begin to
  stiffen noticeably.
  
  I picked up a feather from the surgi-cart and began to brush it,
  gently against his hardening cock. His struggles against the bonds
  was tiring his handsome body out and yet his cock remained quite
  firm. I was making sure of that.
  
  "Let me go," he began to beg as his physical struggle subsided and
  his breathing became heavy from exhaustion.
  
  I let out an audible laugh and picked up the pace with the
  feather.
  
  His massive cock was now rock solid and a good eight inches plus
  sticking straight into the air. I took this opportunity to violate
  his cockshaft with my hand. Dropping the feather carefully back
  onto the cart, I took his massive trunk of a dick in my hand and
  stroked it gently.
  
  John moaned in audible pleasure. Yes, he was relaxing, but he did
  not fully appreciate what was to come, or perhaps more accurately
  not cum.
  
Hour 1
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  When I do this I always pay special attention to the first hour.
  If a man loses it in the first hour then the whole game is lost.
  My record at keeping a man from cumming is eighteen hours: John
  Doe XIII. My worst handling though was that little boy thing, oh
  John Doe IV, he exploded when he woke up strapped to the table the
  poor thing. I just had him sent back home.
  
  I suspected John would be somewhere in the middle. This is the fun
  part for me. Seeing how long I can draw it out and yet keep them
  right on the brink. It is a delicate game. Too little arousal for
  their pretty cocks and they go flaccid, too much and a volcano of
  cum erupts together with some of the most interesting grunts and
  other primal noises. Yes, a man whose orgasm has been drawn out
  makes the most primal sounds. And then when you stimulate them the
  second, third, and so on times without any breaks. Oh it is
  wonderful.
  
  My target is always to get at least two-four hours of pleasure
  this way and I could see John was going to oblige.
  
  I spent the first hour working with just the feather on his
  humongous cock shaft. Actually, it would be more accurate to say I
  spent it working on the rim of the crown and tip of his cock. I
  worked the feather around ever so gently.
  
  After just a few short minutes I could see that each touch of the
  feather was having its desired effect on John's body. He kept up
  the brave face, but the slight moans and gasps--and not to mention
  his raging hard on, belied a different story.
  
  The ten minute mark was the turning point for John's first visit
  to me. He stopped talking and tried to focus on cumming. Thinking
  that he might leave sooner, I smiled beneath the mask.
  
  I slowed my work with the feather and switched to a shoelace.
  Wrapped once in a circle around the head of his thick shaft just
  below the mushroom-like cap I could move his raging hard on around
  without much physical contact.
  
  Holding the shoelace by the outer ends I pulled his cock shaft
  around in different directions. Pulling it all the way down to
  make contact with the cold surgi-table John lost his focus. I
  smiled and loosened my hold on the shoelace to let his cock return
  to a more natural erect position straight up and a bit towards his
  head.
  
  Then I began to pull the shoelace left-and-right causing the
  circle of cotton fabric to rub around the sensitive top of his
  shaft near the tip of his cock.
  
  In repeating motions I would pull to the left so my right hand
  nearly touched his cock head and then pull with my right hand till
  my left hand was just as close. The motion was clearly arousing
  and John was getting into it but also frustrated that the
  sensations were not quite intense enough to allow him to release.
  Further I would periodically pull his cock tip to touch the frigid
  surgi-table surface as I did this to prevent him from becoming too
  aroused.
  
Hours Two To Four
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  After the first hour, I prefer to attach a computerized electrical
  device for the next few hours. This allows me to fully enjoy the
  beauty of my captured victim and the nature of his situation. I
  generally take pictures at this time--noisily and to their
  annoyance and reduced arousal. Also I tend to admire what I like
  to call my spunk collection.
  
  Just behind John's head, well out of sight given his restrained
  position there are small jars, each with a white printed label:
  "John Doe I", "John Doe XIII", the jars fill three shallow book
  shelves. But there was clearly room for more jars. On the
  surgi-cart, one labeled "John Doe L" sits waiting.
  
  My computerized device is of my own invention and measures
  temperature, blood pressure, and a number of other factors while
  administering mild, and not so mild, electrical currents to the
  cock shaft and tip that are quite arousing, or quite painful. I
  have used it several dozen times now and it has never failed me,
  e.g. allowed a guest to cum before I wanted them to, etc.
  
  Now had anyone examined the jars closely they would have noticed
  that they were designed for collecting milk--cow milk--from a
  milking machine. I fitted the empty, labeled jar to the collection
  output of the modified milking machine I kept in the laboratory.
  
  Then I headed back to the observation room to watch John's plight.
  Once there I unbuttoned my 501s and whipped out my own massive
  cock and began to stroke it. I could watch John and his humongous
  cock struggle against my cum control machine. Blood pressure too
  high--wham, an intense painful electrical shock would slam into
  his cock causing him to lose that erection. Then subtle electrical
  stimuli would work it up again.
  
Hour Five
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  My own stroking was designed to keep my cock stiff, but also to
  restrain myself from cumming. I hated to blow my wad too early in
  the evening. As I watched my stimulator bring John so close to
  the brink of orgasm and then snatch it away, I almost lost myself
  stroking.
  
  But I stopped myself right on that crucial juncture and stood up
  leaving my still stiff cock hanging out loose in front of my 501s.
  
  I returned to the surgi-room where John was recovering from a
  massive electric shock that had shattered what would have
  undoubtedly been a quite massive orgasm after nearly five hours of
  constant cum denial.
  
  "Stop it," he begged softly, his voice fairly hoarse from crying
  out. I picked up a water bottle and squirted some ice cold water
  on his face and into his mouth. He swallowed it eagerly and I
  delivered some more.
  
  His cock started to stiffen again and I shut down my electro
  stimulator machine and removed the electrodes from his cock shaft.
  Even the slight touch of my hands and fingers as I removed the
  electrodes was noticed by his sensitive cockshaft.
  
  I bent over the table and allowed myself a single lick: my tongue
  went around the mushroom cap of his cockshaft with the lightest
  touch and then from the base to the piss slit and I let my tongue
  linger for a second and then flicked up and off his cock.
  
  John let out a beautiful moan. I could taste the faintest amounts
  of pre cum, he was ready.
  
  I slid the see-thru suction end of the milking machine onto his
  hardened cockshaft and pushed it down to the base. With a touch of
  my foot on a floor switch the milking machine roared to life.
  
Give me your Cum
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  Whereas up until now the game had been about preventing the
  well-hung, stud from cumming, the game now was different. Every
  drop of cum in his ball sacs, every last drop would be mine. He
  was primed and I would have all of his cum in a specimen jar.
  
  The first orgasm came quite quickly as you might imagine. It
  usually does after extended orgasm denial. A boy having been
  denied for hours is sensitive and the intense suction of the
  milking machine is more than adequate to cause any man, no matter
  how strong, to release a gush of cum.
  
  I watched the first load flow through the clear suction tube and
  land in the collection jar. You could see the milker just draw it
  out of his cock effortlessly, with John's ejaculating body and the
  milker cooperating.
  
  But now the fun starts. I applied some additional lube to my now
  stiffer cock shaft and began to stroke it again as I watched the
  milker continue to pull cum out even as John's body began to
  subside from the orgasm. Now the pain of the milker began.
  
  Despite John's attempts to fight it the milker extracted several
  extra strands of milky gism from his cockshaft. Then it continued
  its relentless stimulation and sucking.
  
  More so than earlier I could see John strain against the
  restraints. Every muscle in his body tensed and he struggled to
  free himself. He tried shaking himself to fling the milking cup
  from his cock without much success (he was quite thoroughly
  strapped to the table). He grunted, moaned, pleaded, cried,
  begged, and then found how sensitive his cock was from the now
  relentless stimulation and started even laughing and crying at the
  same time.
  
  The sight of his taught muscles pulling against the restraints
  despite the futility of it all aroused me tremendously and I began
  to stroke my cock harder. I studied his flat chest as he heaved
  trying to wiggle just a little bit of freedom from the relentless
  sucking. The primordial animal sounds that began to emanate from
  him as the milker pulled a second orgasm out of him were
  fantastic.
  
  I found myself spilling a load of my own cum onto the floor of the
  surgery as John's cum again was drawn forth like a string from his
  sensitive cockhead and into the collection jar.
  
  I continued to stroke my own cock gently allowing it a slight
  reprieve, but the milker offered the bound boy no such luxury and
  despite barely having released a second load of cum the milker was
  sucking firmly on John's cock demanding a third load.
  
  My second orgasm was gentle and this time I made a point to catch
  it with one hand and then force it into John's mouth. I used my
  fingers to force it onto his tongue as he laughed, cried, and
  called out in intense pain from the continued attention to his now
  quite sore cockshaft.
  
  Then I left the room. The milker was self-sufficient and I had
  what I wanted.
  
  John would be returned to his house and despite some serious sore
  muscles the next morning would probably write off the experience.
  But I had a trophy for my collection.
    
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