“I gotta see how much that was,” Liam said.
He grabbed the empty red plastic cup from the table. He started to move towards me.
“What?” Colt asked.
Liam pressed the mouth of the cup between my abs and started dragging it upwards. Jizz slid from my body down into the container. It made me feel more embarrassed than I had been when I was blasting. I didn’t have the orgasm forcing every other feeling and thought out of my body and mind.
He methodically moved the cup around my torso, collecting my cum. Travis would occasionally tell him he missed a spot and they’d all chuckle. I tried to turn inward and revel in the aftershocks of my earthquake. It was the best option.
After a minute or so, he finished up. Luckily, he didn’t try to scrape the jizz that was plastered on my cheek. It would have been too demeaning to watch him do it while he looked directly into my eyes. However, he extended the cup in front of my face so I had to look at it. It was almost half full. God, I hate myself.
“Another half a cup for the bowl,” he announced as he made his way over to it and completed the transfer process.
After Liam finished, he sat down on the towel that he had placed over the couch cushion I’d soiled earlier. I was a little surprised by that, since they’d acted like it had been ruined forever earlier. I just stared at them through my post-orgasmic haze.
“Wanna play some Mortal Kombat?” Liam asked the guys.
“Sure, why not,” Colt replied. “I’m not sure how great Augie will be at it, though. He looks exhausted.”
Liam got up and walked over to the TV. He turned on the gaming console and tossed the guys some cordless controllers. Then he made his way over to me. He leaned over so his mouth was against my ear again.
“I want to see how long it takes to completely drain you,” he whispered. “Just keep sitting there and enjoying yourself if you know what’s good for you.”
“I… I don…” I started to mumble.
“Shhhh,” he cooed. “You can’t lie to me. You might think you don’t want it, but your body says otherwise.”
What the fuck? My body isn’t… Well, I mean… I don’t fucking know.
“Augie says he’s happy where he is,” Liam lied. I’d never said that. Was that where the lie ended, though? I didn’t know then, and I don’t know now.
“No way!” Travis exclaimed.
“He did kind of seem to be getting into it,” Colt said. “Didn’t you see him rocking on the toothbrush?”
My new reality hit me like a ton of bricks — like I was a car that had slammed into it during a high-speed chase. My eyes would have gone wide if I hadn’t been so disoriented. The buzzing of the battery pack beneath my junk continued to hum deep into my groin.
Colt and Travis were already discussing which fighter each of them was going to choose as they fiddled with the controllers. I started to squirm on the seat; a powerful bolt of energy fired into my spent dick. It had barely just fully softened, and it was already starting to plump up again. No, no, no, no, no…
“I knew you liked it too much to stop,” Liam said as he returned with the plastic bowl full of my jizz.
My stomach felt queasy seeing the liquid slosh around as he held the bowl tightly in his large hands. The salty scent made its way to my nose; I had to suppress my urge to gag when the full force of it hit me.
Liam leaned down and placed the bowl so that it was right in front of the chair. I looked down to see a few drops of cum detaching from the edge of the wooden seat and plummeting down into the reservoir. I had the urge to topple it over, but that only reminded me of my powerlessness. I became acutely aware of the sticky tape still holding my ankle to the chair.
I was beginning to start another milking cycle. I tried to squirm in the seat; it only caused the base of the toothbrush to wedge itself more firmly against my balls. Liam smirked, reassured that I was completely helpless.
He walked back over to the couch and took his seat on the towel-covered section. I gazed at them as they all directed their attention toward the mammoth television several feet to my left. I wanted to say something; I wanted to beg them to free me… but I couldn’t.
Oh, fuck, Jesus Christ! My dick was already at attention and vibrating with energy. It felt so amazing. I couldn’t deny that my body was more alive than it had ever been.
“I’m going to wipe the floor with you bitches,” Travis proclaimed as the first match started.
“In your dreams,” Colt laughed.
I looked at them in disbelief. They had taken me as a captive plaything only to discard me for a newer source of entertainment. I probably would have felt angrier or hurt if it hadn’t been for the constant buzzing against my balls short-circuiting my brain.
The room filled with sounds of punches landing and frantic fingers tapping at buttons. They bobbed and weaved in their respective seats as if they were actually doing the fighting.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck… yes.”
The noise from the game was so loud that nobody even noticed. My cock was already bouncing as a large pearl formed on its slit. I found myself grinding my balls against the source of my ecstasy; they danced against the plastic.
I felt so debased as they continued to ignore me, but I felt so good, too. My sticky abs were expanding and contracting with each desperate breath. I could feel myself getting closer. The trio in front of me were also becoming more activated. The veins in Colt’s massive biceps were popping as he gripped his controller with all his might; Travis’ pecs flexed each time he reacted to his character getting punched in the chest.
“Oh, god,” I gasped, as my friends trash-talked one another. “Oh, god.”
I looked down at my cock. It was bright red and visibly throbbing. I started thrusting my hips into the air like I was fucking a nonexistent fleshlight. Each humping motion allowed my body to better feel the vibrations when I settled back onto the toothbrush base. I knew it had only been a few minutes, but I was getting close again.
The metal from the handcuffs clattered against the chair as I instinctively tried to pull my hands in front of me. There was nothing I wanted more than to grab my cock in my hands and frantically pump it as I approached the finish line. My body needed it more than anything.
I started fucking the air with greater abandon. The chair was thumping up and down with each motion. My eyes had started rolling back into my head as I was overtaken with the feeling of impending release. My mouth formed itself into an “O”-shape.
“OH-Ohoohhh-OOHHHOOOOHHH-oooohhhooOOOHH-OOOOOHHHHHH!” I started to scream.
My vision blurred and my body shook. I entered my own world – one in which I felt everything more intensely than I could have ever imagined, and where I couldn’t focus on anything other than what I was feeling.
I could sense the surge as my baby batter started its journey. I was humping nothing with greater force than I’d ever humped anything in my life. My asshole began to tighten, too.
The first rope of cum spurted up across my chest and slashed my face. I felt my eyes re-focusing; I immediately looked down at my cock. Though I’d missed seeing the first spurt, it hardly mattered. So, so many more followed. Some of them splattered up against my body, while others shot more directly up into the air and cascaded down into the jizz bowl.