I just kept thrusting, as if an invisible palm was clasped around my red rocket. I caught glimpses of the three amigos when I wasn’t overcome with each new eruption. They had paused their game and were watching me flail as I climaxed. Colt was chuckling, and Travis was filming again.
I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but I felt like I had died when the final blast painted my chest. My head hung down and I slumped into the chair. Cum flowed down off of both it and my legs into the jizz bowl. I didn’t have the best vantage point, but it was clear that it was getting fuller. I suddenly sensed my eyelids closing as I leaned backwards, trying to put as much of my weight onto the chair as possible.
I heard one of the guys approaching. The edge of the plastic cup began to scrape against my body to collect my juice. I felt no better than a standard dairy cow. Colt and Travis exchanged jokes with each other across the room, which confirmed it was Liam who was harvesting my cream to add to the bucket.
My dick didn’t get soft for some reason. I wasn’t sure if it was the feeling of Liam rubbing the plastic against my body or the intensity of the last orgasm. Maybe it was the constant stimulation. By the time he left a minute later, the vibrating feeling in my nuts had already taken control of my senses again.
It was when I heard the game resume that I forced myself to open my eyes. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wondered. How can this feel so good? I shouldn’t even be able to get hard in this type of situation, but instead, I can’t go soft.
I had no control; I let my body do what it needed.
The next four orgasms pretty much went the same way. I felt the energy building within me. I started to thrust my rod into the air. What began as kindling grew into a bonfire. Eventually, I shot jet after jet of man-milk all over the place.
Each time it happened, though, I got more tired and started to lose more control. It felt like the loop was becoming continuous, with almost no way to distinguish between the end of one climax and the start of the other. There was no downtime. Mind-emptying euphoria blended together with mind-emptying desire to feel it again and more.
My eyes were either rolling back into my head or focused on my cock; I was only able direct my attention elsewhere during the brief moments when Liam would come to scoop up my seed. It during those moments that I could see that my friends had lost a lot of interest. Liam almost looked like he was doing a chore; by my fourth load, Travis and Colt weren’t even bothering to pause the video game.
By my ninth orgasm, my brain had completely malfunctioned. I was in a near-constant fugue, like I’d taken way too many edibles. I could feel myself half-smiling as I stared down at my throbbing dick. It was the center of my universe. I didn’t even realize that I had started drooling and grunting until Liam pointed it out to the others when he came over.
The two of them joined Liam in looking at me more closely. My body was shattered; I took a moment away from gawking at my dick to look at them. I couldn’t force myself to close my open, grinning mouth, though, so saliva just kept spilling out from my lower lip. I felt it mixing with the residue of the jizz on my chest.
“Jesus, Christ,” Travis said. “He looks like a retarded monkey who’s obsessed with his cock or something.”
“Shit!” Colt exclaimed. “Look at the bucket. It’s like three-quarters full. How long has he been on that chair? I can’t believe he’s still hard.”
“About an hour,” Liam said. “Maybe a little longer.”
I kept moaning and squirming on the chair. The vibrations worked their way into my nuts. My cock continued to mesmerize me. The snake was charming the human – or the retarded monkey.
All of the pleasure constantly flowing through my body had liquefied my muscles; I had become a jellyfish. I slumped forward, with my mouth agape, pulling in the air I needed to keep from passing out from exhaustion.
“I’m fucking starving,” Colt said, having already stopped focusing on me as I continued to squirm in front of him. “Does your mom have any food in the main house?”
“What time is it?” Liam asked.
“A little before two,” Colt replied.
“Let’s go to Chico’s,” Liam suggested. “They stay open until three, and you can get dollar tacos on Thursdays with student ID.”
“I fucking love Chico’s!” Travis exclaimed.
“Then it’s settled,” Liam declared.
“What about him, though?” Travis asked. “He’s looking… pretty rough.”
“Yeah, I don’t think we should leave him tied up,” Colt said. “What if he strokes out or something?”
“Oh, we’ll take him with us,” Liam said with a sly smile. “Can’t leave a brother behind.”
Just like that, he reached between my legs and pulled the electric toothbrush from where it had been tortuously lodged. I let out a gasp. I felt disoriented; it was like falling off of an energetic stallion as it galloped through the countryside.
“I think he’s going to miss it,” Colt said, giggling.
I sat there with my eyes half open; I managed to pull my lips together so that the drool stopped slipping down onto my pecs. My head was spinning; I’d never been roofied, but that’s the thought that vaguely entered what was left of my mind.
“He looks so gross, bruh,” Travis said. “It’s like he was at the center of a hundred-person bukkake orgy.”
“Don’t worry,” Liam said, “I’ll wipe him down, but I think he needs to replenish his fluids before we go. He doesn’t even look like he can stand right now.”
“I think I have a Gatorade in my bag,” Travis replied.
“Nah,” Liam said, picking up the big bowl of jizz. “I think he just needs a little hair of the dog — or in this case, a little cum of the balls.”
Travis and Colt both burst into a fit of laughter. Liam began to move the large bowl to my face. Feeling utterly depleted, I tried to make myself shake my head from side to side. I just barely managed it.
“You’re fucking twisted, man,” Colt chuckled.
“I like to think I’m creative,” Liam countered.
Liam pressed the edge of the bowl against my lips; he started to tip the container, but I forced my mouth closed. I couldn’t speak, but I was resisting in my own way. My cock was still rock-hard, throbbing from the memory of being tortured, so I was busy battling my own body on multiple fronts.
“I don’t think he likes your idea,” Colt said.
“Well, lucky for him, I always have a backup plan.”
Liam set the bowl on top of the TV and left for his bedroom. I looked over at Colt; my eyes immediately went to the ample bulge in his black nylon shorts. I wondered how big he’d be hard. No. What the fuck? It was as if watching them — especially Colt — while cumming over and over again had rewired some of the sexual connections in my brain. It felt so fucked up.
Liam re-emerged with his hand held above his head and a triumphant look on his face. I couldn’t quite made out what he was holding. To be honest, my eyes were not all the way open; I worried that opening them wide might lead to some of the splooge that had landed on my eyebrows falling into them.
“Beer bong, bitches!” Liam proclaimed.