A gay story: The Milking Den Ch. 11: Kaizer Kaizer’s muscles coil and struggle. He sputters a mix of grunts and whimpers, trying his best to hold the heat in. His brows clench tight at the point where fortitude frays into frenzy. Mentally, he refuses to be broken – and it’s my pleasure to defy his sanity.
I shake a fist as Kaizer watches doggedly, and I drink in the way his eyes widen in hard anticipation of what’s inside. He’s been driven so close to becoming painfully, rapturously insane – all by one single toy.
I release my fingers, and a die – a tiny red cube – tumbles across his wet tortured abs. Its impact sends thrills across Kaizer’s chest. He strains his neck trying to peer down at what he has to endure next.
“No, no, no, puppy. What did we say? No peeking.” A blindfold slides across his sweaty brow, and tremors seize his body.
“You don’t need to know. You just need to take it.”
And then, the screaming begins.
But if it’s truly suffering, why did Kaizer’s cock harden even more?
—
I thought torturing guys with pleasure was a niche kink, but you all proved me wrong! I’m amazed by how many of you have followed me throughout my journey. Many of you have written in to say that you feel like my stories transport you right there to the scene itself; you can almost see my boys writhing, taste their sweat, feel the oil gliding over their chests. Just as I wanted.
And of course, some of you have also written in to ask me to reveal more about the life that I lead. How do I meet these boys? Where do I live? And can you meet me one day too?
Sadly, out of secrecy, I can’t answer a few of these questions. But I can tell you one thing:
I’m not the only one.
Across the region, there are many of us, and we form something of a cabal, a secret gentlemen’s club of pleasure. Happy, well-adjusted men who provide an outlet – in more than one sense of the word – for like-minded guys to release tension.
Some of you might want to sign up for a milking. Well, the line is long… and be careful what you wish for.
But apart from signing up as a boy toy, there’s an even more secret and exclusive path that only the most seasoned can take. Men who, like me, have been primed through the experience of life and sexual tribulations.
Some men sign up to become masters too.
And the process is simple. To join our ranks, pledges have to be trialed by the other masters in their region.
There are three of us in my area and each of us have a specialty. Nick has the sharp sense of a bloodhound and stops his strokes at the pinprick point before orgasm. Rai is a man of endurance who keeps his boys’ engines at their biting points for as long as it takes to make them beg. I know their expertise firsthand. We are not strangers to each other’s gifts.
You might be wondering – what’s my specialty? Might you have deduced it by now, going back through my stories? Look at how I wring the bodies, cocks and minds of my boys. How I make them beg for it, make them want to be tortured.
My gift is in digging my fingers into my boys’ minds.
Make them want it so badly they’ll do anything.
So why am I telling you this?
Someone is coming by for his trial with me later, and I’m the final one on his roster.
—
The trials are tough. Each one is a full day, and the master gets to use the pledge however he wants. Of course, that’s bearing in mind common sense, good humour and that we’re all just here to have a good time. Yet, the trials are trials. They are meant to stretch the guy all the way to his breaking point and go beyond it in a hot explosion of pain and pleasure. After all, you can only give what you can take. So we are going to make him take, take and take.
Me: how’s Kaizer?
Nick: solid guy. he lasted all the way and didn’t shoot until the end. some near misses but he held on through – wish I could have punished him, haha!
Me: sounds like a challenge for me 😉
Nick: yeah, he’s the strong type – just the kind you enjoy!
Me: hahahaha, you know it 😉
Rai: bro he stayed on the edge for six hours straight – didn’t quit, ask for permission, just stuck through! really earned his load at the end – and it was big!
Nick: whaaaaat!
Rai: ya ikr
Me: thanks guys. now I know what I’m up against
Nick: do your worst!
Rai: ya, do it for all of us
Me: 😉
—
Fuck, Kaizer is hot.
“You know why I’m here, bro.” Kaizer’s voice is a deep chocolate flow. Self assured, with a gravity field of his own, he walks into my house as if he’s the one who’s going to do the milking. He knows he’s sexy, and getting two trials under his sleeve has added a cockiness to his charm, his slight swagger.
“Just one more to go, and you become one of us. Ready for the final showdown? The den is down the hallway.”
As Kaizer walks past me, his eyes brush past me like a soft warm tail of a cat.
“You call yours a den? Cool. Nick calls his a torture chamber. Rai, a parlor of pleasure.” Kaizer looks around the room like he’s browsing through a bookstore. His brazen, charmingly careless attitude is practically begging to be taken to task.
Why did he have to come in as my potential equal, and not one of my boys?
“I haven’t seen you around before.” I responded. Both of us stood on opposite sides of the black milking bed.
“Oh, yeah. Moved here for work. I was pretty active back where I came from. Gotten milked a few times myself, then I decided I wanted to be on the other end of things.”
“You want to become the predator, not the prey. Get to jerk off the hottest guys in town.”
Kaizer’s palm smoothed over the bed’s black skin. This tempting image – a dignified gentleman of a stud, dressed in business formal, perfumed with cologne and liquor and rubbing his bravado against me like a fox – made me weak for him. He knew the sort of appeal he had, and he was using it.
“Actually, I’m straight. No, really. I’m just a connoisseur of pleasure and strength. I love women, but my own appetites are intense. Rough. Lust only another man can… endure.”
Kaizer savored that word. He relished the exquisite tenderness that budded in suffering.
I already knew that he would be a top class master. I even found myself wondering, fantasizing, what he’d look like in leather…
But he’s not there yet. Kaizer has to go through me first.
“Oh, pardon me. I’m here to be milked. Please, sir, go ahead. You’ll find I’m ready for inspection.” He sidled up onto the bed with a flourish and coy grin, leaning back, sliding his thighs open.
Oh fucking god.
I need a shot of vodka.
“Strip.”
“My pleasure.” Kaizer undoes his cufflinks and unbuttons his crisp shirt, revealing deeply carved pecs and clean cut abs. I can already imagine myself nuzzling downwards, taking in their warm contours and scent. As Kaizer continues his sleek strip show, he gets harder on the attention. He steps out of his trousers, revealing his thick thighs, and peels off his black cotton socks. Now, he’s just standing there, built like a demigod, the prize wrapped in tight black luxury briefs.
He’s rock hard already, his cock surging with bravado.
I’m just staring at his bulge. I want to look at all of him at once. Feel, taste all of him.
“Want to do the honors?” Kaizer taunts.
It’s suddenly really warm in the room.
“Get on the bed. Hands above your head, feet apart.”
—
Kaizer is really hard to milk.
The thing about a good milking is slowly undoing the layers of your man, peeling back his restraint and warming him up with pleasure until he’s a grovelling, begging wet mess. Loosen him up – make him desperate to be worshipped, give him over to his fantasies of being a stud.
But Kaizer already knows he’s a god. He knows that I want to worship him. Even though he’s strapped down to the bed in his underwear, he’s the one in power. Cocky confidence shines in his eyes – my fingers tingle with anticipation, and he sees them dancing.
Two of my comrades couldn’t break him. It was down to me.
“I’m your final trial. Simple – if you make it through three stages, you become one of us.”
“And if not?” Kaizer asks, a taunt dancing in his voice. My cock throbs as his does at the thought of putting him through unbridled punishment. For me, it’s getting to do what I want with his body. For him, it’s knowing he has this power over me – that I want him, and he knows he can wrestle me into his mercy.
“Worry about that when we get there. Today, we’ll be playing a game.”
I pull out a little red dice from my pocket and bring it up to his eyes.
“Each number will tell us what to do to your body for ten minutes.
One – stroking.
Two – vibrator.
Three – nipples.
Four – anal.
Five – rubber pussy.
Six – move on to Stage 2.
I’m sure you know what the number one rule is by now, right?”
Kaizer smirks. As I read out my list of torture, I could feel heat pulsing from his body. Lapping up each word, imagining my hands spreading across his skin. Kaizer wanted to drink up his destruction.
“Yeah.”
And we say at the same time –
“Don’t cum without permission.”
I let go of the die, tossing it across his chest.
“Five.”
Since a good toy is a lubed up toy, I waste no time at all. I squeeze a thick long drizzle of lube all over Kaizer’s body, thighs and crotch, drenching his briefs in sex syrup. As I spread the slippery stuff over his body, taking a tour of his delicious chest, abs and thighs, my fingers tingle, and Kaizer’s body arches upwards in craving, a cat nuzzling cream. I tug his soaked briefs down, releasing his hard cock like a jack-in-the-box. Shaved, thick and huge, it’s the perfect sex toy, attached to a life-sized smirking Ken doll.
“I hope you’re ready for your milking.”
Kaizer sighs in heat. “Bring it on.”
Kaizer’s cock is hot and throbs in my hands. I warm it up with a few strokes, just to enjoy the feeling of his thick hardness, and then ease him slowly into a ribbed Tenga. Kaizer lets out a dark, juicy moan. “Oh, baby.” I work up a slow rhythm, and he starts thrusting into it, and we get to a pulse that’s fast enough to stoke a fire but not enough to make him overflow; just enough to make a man go a bit crazy. Any of my other boys would have started panting, sighing by now – but Kaizer fucks the rubber pussy with long, delicious strokes.
“Don’t get too comfortable. You gotta last ten minutes inside.”
Masterfully, Kaizer regulates himself. His thrusts are deep and strong, but at a pace measured enough to keep him just beneath boiling point. As he fucks the Tenga, he hypnotizes me with the rocking of his hips, the slow juicy contractions of his abs. His face warms up with pleasure. Eager to taste him, I nuzzle his inner thighs as I pick up the pace, and Kaizer moans as I rub my snout into his muscular legs.
Somehow, with superhero stamina, Kaizer lasts all ten minutes even though the rubber pussy sucked on him with a tightness and pulse that would have made any other boy whimper and weep. He’s lightly dusted with sweat, mixing in with the lube plastered over his body to intensify the shine on his muscles like a visual man feast.
Damn. He’s good.
Kaizer grins and exhales in relief as the Tenga releases his cock. He’s still hard and ready to go.
“How was that?” I ask. I know how it was for me – delicious. Kaizer chuckles with a smirk.
“It was awesome. Did you like it too?”
I have to break him, or I’ll look bad.
Another roll of the dice…
“Four. Oh, you’re gonna hate this.”
I feel my own cock twitch with excitement as I pulled out a dildo – one manageable enough to start, but sizeable enough to provoke a whimper. Kaizer might have held on to his dignity while he got serviced by the Tenga, but surely he wouldn’t be able to take getting fucked in the ass.
“I know what you’re thinking.”
Kaizer taunts me as I bring my dildo, arched to provoke maximum prostate stimulation, to his anus.
“I know you’re trying to make me sorry I signed up. Make me beggggg.” His voice is smoky like a bar at midnight. He arches his lower back, giving me his ass, almost eager to take in his anal trial.
“But trust me… I know I’m good. You’ll be begging me by the end of the night.”
As much as he knew he was hot, and that I was getting weaker and weaker for him as we progressed through his trial, I was getting competitive too. My own reputation was on the line – it was me or him. With a bit more force than needed, I drove the dildo up into his ass, hard enough to make him gasp a bit.
I whisper into his ear. “We’ll see about that.”
And then, I thrust into Kaizer like waves rubbing up against the shore. My rhythm ebbs and flows, with rushes and slow lulls. As Kaizer’s body loosens, opening up to take in more and more pleasure in, I start rubbing the toy’s arched bulbed tip left and right inside him. It doesn’t just go upwards into his prostate; it kneads it from the sides, all around like a fugue of deep sweet agony.
I see a bit of what I want; Kaizer’s brow knots, and his wrists tug against its black leather restraints ever so slightly. Precum starts pooling where his cock head bounces against his abs.
“Four more minutes.”
As the timer ticks down, my thrusts get stronger and harder. I want to hear Kaizer more than moan; I want him to keen and whimper. But my technique is as useful as a candle against steel. Kaizer is hot and bothered, but his willpower is strong. He bites his lip and scrunches his brows, but he’s holding on tight, riding the wave, refusing to drown. He arches his back, taking in my dildo-fucking like a slutty cowboy, but his abs are clenched tight, holding his churning cum in.
3, 2, 1…
“Time. Damn, you’re good.”
Kaizer releases his breath and swears as I pull out my dildo from inside him.
“I know.”
Kaizer is still determined to push through, but I can see that my wiles are wearing him down. He’s panting heavier than before, and his cock looks redder and hungrier. Soon, in a matter of time, he will be mine.
The red die tumbles across his abs again.
“Three.”
I crawl up onto him and nuzzle my face into his pecs, sniffing his manly exertion as my tongue finds its way to his nipples. This round is easy. It’s not so much for him as it is for me, to curl up beside him and enjoy his body. Nipple play won’t make him cum, but it will torture him; it drives his libido straight down to his cock, makes it thirst and demand to be touched. But I won’t do that. I will deny him and make him beg me to stroke him again.
As I feast on his nipples, I can hear his breath start to crack.
***
After a break, we’re back for Round Two. Now, Kaizer is strapped down to a reclined chair, freshly oiled, blindfolded so he can’t see the clock.
“Same set-up: each number is its own challenge, and you have to endure until you roll a 6 and move on to the last stage.
In case you forgot:
One – stroking.
Two – vibrator.
Three – nipples.
Four – anal.
Five – rubber pussy.
Six – move on to Stage 3.
But things are different now -” for dramatic effect, I lick him in that part of his neck that I’ve discovered sends a shiver down his body – “you get to tell me when to stop.”
“What does that mean?” Kaizer asks. The way he holds his body is softer now. It’s more pliant and open to pleasure.
“That means you have to keep your timing in your head. If you tell me to stop after ten minutes are over, you’re safe. But if you ask to stop before ten minutes are up… we’ll add one full orgasm to your punishment milking.”
I feel Kaizer’s body tense up. He knows this will be hard; it’s dawning on him that he’s not coming out of this unscathed. But if he’s really scared, why did his cock get harder?
“One. Good old stroking.”
Kaizer moans as my palms clasp around his cock, and honestly, I do too. His cock is an instrument of delight. It’s big enough for both my fists, and its gentle upward curve makes it the perfect weapon for taming his sexual partners. Reducing them to mindless, begging slaves asking for more.
“Oh, fuck…”
Round One has softened him up. He’s been fucked, sucked and stroked for more than an hour. I’ve only been jerking him off for about three minutes, and I can see the word “stop” dancing on his lips. I can almost see his thoughts knotting, unknotting and wringing themselves out in his head. Has it been ten minutes? Can he tell? Is he still keeping count in his head – or has the warmth of my hands and that slow build inside his loins, simmering at the base of his cock, melted away his willpower? Kaizer’s body trembles and so does his mind.
I love it. I was always in it for the mind.
“St… stop.”
I let go of his cock and chuckle.
“Kaizer, Kaizer, Kaizer.”
Kaizer’s jaw shakes.
“It’s only been four minutes. You know what that means.”
“Fuck!”
“That’s one orgasm added to your punishment count. And trust me, there’s more coming on the way. You’re leaving my den a broken man.”
As Kaizer curses and tests his bonds, the little red die dances along his thighs, landing on…
“One. Looks like it’s stroking for you again…”
“God damn it!” Kaizer knows he’s done for. He can already feel the draining happening… and it’s making him get harder and harder.
Wickedly, I pick up his cock again, stroking its length with one hand and polishing his head with another. Kaizer writhes and squirms. Can he take this for ten minutes?
And also – does he know that I actually rolled a six?
Behind his blindfold, Kaizer doesn’t know anything. His mind is being drained out of his cock. How can he count and think when there’s an atomic bomb at the base of his being and I’m pressing on its buttons?
Resigned, Kaizer realizes his role – to sit there and take the pleasure as it comes.
But it’s not a role he easily accepts.
Kaizer buckles down and clenches his core, making his abs pop in the oiled light even more. This time, he’s determined to wait it out, but his mind is slipping. I can feel it in the pulse in his cock. He’s getting desperate – and the part I savor the most is when willpower and lust rub against each other to spark a flame.
“Oh, god, I’m getting close.”
I change my strokes – now, my hands form a tunnel that spiral up smoothly into a vortex over his cock head.
“Are you asking me to stop?”
Kaizer grunts as his abs crunch so beautifully that I can’t resist rubbing my face in them, licking their tight carved contours.
“N-no!”
“But you know what will happen if you cum without permission, right?”
Kaizer lets out a strangled cry. “But I don’t think it’s been ten minutes yet!”
I pick up the pace on his juicy cock. My plan is working.
“That’s your call, Kaizer. You’re gonna get punished either way. Which one do you want?”
I can’t resist anymore. I slide my fists down to the base of his cock and lean forward, taking his thick shaft in my mouth. Kaizer roars like a suffering beast as I suck and lick on his perfect penis, feeling it swell warmly against my tongue. Kaizer wants to thrust, give in, tug painfully against the leash of his mind.
“Oh, fuck, I’m so close!”
“Mmhmm.”
How will this end…?
“Okay, fuck, stop, stop!”
I stop licking and thrusting, but I keep him in my mouth just so I can feel every single twitch and struggle as he fights his hardest to hold his cum in. Kaizer keels forward, his face totally contorted in infernal concentration, his cock a pinprick away from exploding.
And finally, he wins. The urge dies down. I release his cock from my mouth and let him sink back into the chair.
“Do you think you made it past ten minutes?”
Kaizer doesn’t dare to answer.
“I asked you a question.” My hands pick up the strokes again, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through Kaizer’s wrecked body. Kaizer seizes up into attention.
“I think so? I don’t know!”
“No, you didn’t. That was only seven minutes.”
“Dammit! Fuck!”
I slide a vibrating cock ring onto him and let it hum away at mid speed, letting it keep him warm and bothered. As he curses and moans, I walk around him, my hands trailing up against his slippery chest, and play with his nipples as I whisper into his ear.
“You can give up now. I’ll let you cum and go home.”
Kaizer’s determination surges back in, and his whimpering shifts into a firm moan.
“I’m staying. I’m not leaving until I become one of you. Oh, fuck…”
“Be careful what you wish for. You might end up not leaving at all.”
I lick and suck on that part of his neck as my fingers play with his nipples and the cock ring hums away at his cock. Kaizer struggles and moans.
***
Round 3.
“It’s the final round, Kaizer. One more to go and you win.”
Kaizer is tied down to the bed again, but this time his body is as spent and broken as a prisoner of war. Sex-soaked fatigue saturates every muscle of his body, and he’s spread open and totally vulnerable.
“What’s next?” Kaizer can’t see beyond his blindfold. Hopefully, it’s sunk into him now – the game being played here is him.
“Simple. I’m going to do all of the above to you, and you just have to not cum for thirty minutes.”
Previously, Kaizer faced his sessions with slutty confidence, but now he just seemed scared. His body tenses up as if a cold breeze ran across his skin. His nipples are rock hard.
“But don’t you think that’s a lot for just one milker to do?”
Kaizer’s mind is slow now. He’s too muddled with pleasure to think straight. The connections don’t link in his mind for a while, so all he can give me is an addled “huh?”
“Yeah. I had to call for help.”
Kaizer hears the door open and footsteps enter the room.
“Nick, Rai, thanks for joining us.”
“No problem, man! Hey, Kaizer! How’s it going?”
Kaizer realizes he’s done for. Three milkers against one guy. “Fuck! No way! That’s cheating!” Kaizer thrashes about on the bed but he’s totally strapped down. His bonds are tight – the punishment will be tighter.
“Shh. We need to concentrate.” Nick pulls out a dick-shaped gag and stuffs it into Kaizer’s mouth, turning him into a dumb and blind muscle toy. Rai fastens a strap against Kaizer’s jaw and pulls it up above his head, fastening his head against the top of the bed frame. Now, Kaizer can’t even turn his head to the side. Every movement of his has been blocked. He has nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.
“Thirty minutes, Kaizer.”
Kaizer screams and screams from behind his gag.
“Alright, gentlemen. Let’s dig in.”
We converge on our victim. Nick licks Kaizer’s neck, easily finding the spots that make him shiver and squirm, while fiddling with his nipples and tracing ticklish trails across his armpits. Rai drizzles warm oil over Kaizer’s abs and rubs it all over his torso and thighs, nuzzling up against his sides. And me? I take the throne – in goes a curved dildo, specially angled to deliver the tightest prostate agony possible. Kaizer doesn’t even resist as it slides in. He’s totally broken and reduced to the barest existence a man can live – a sex object. Blank mind. Body displayed for use.
“Sweet revenge.”
Kaizer moans and sighs and whimpers as our fingers, tongues and toys rub all over him, prod deep into him. Every inch of skin is overloaded with sweet hot pleasure. He is ours to play with and eat. I suck on his cock and drink in all of his agony and anguish.
“Kaizer, you know we could keep you here all night.”
Kaizer barely responds to me. His senses are all totally used up.
“We could keep you all tied up like a himbo muscle slut. Lick you all over – and not let you cum. Would you like that?”
Kaizer doesn’t know how to answer. It is absolute torture – but it is a glorious, ecstatic pain. Kaizer’s body is glowing with worship.
“Kaizer, what do you want?”
Nick pulls out the gag from Kaizer’s mouth, and the first thing Kaizer does is to scream. His voice strains at its edges as he lets out all that emotion in a long, visceral roar. He collapses back onto himself with a whimper – but not all is lost. Part of him is still clawing to win.
“I just want to pass.”
Kaizer performed spectacularly. In our minds, he is the best of the best.
“Well, guys, what do you think?”
“It’s a yes from me.” Nick says.
“Yes from me too,” Rai responds, drawing circles on Kaizer’s abs.
“I say yes too. So Kaizer, you’re in!”
Kaizer cries from sheer relief. “Oh, fuck, yes, thank you, thank you!”
But as you know by now, no night ends without a total milking.
“So there’s just one issue – membership dues. I believe it’s one load per master, right, guys?”
Nick and Rai grunt in agreement, and fasten the gag back into Kaizer’s mouth. It dawns on Kaizer – and then the screaming and begging begins.
“You wanted to cum, Kaizer. So you’re going to cum again and again and again.”
We dive onto Kaizer again. Nick and Rai swarm over his torso in a fugue of licks and caresses, and I lube up my hands and start pumping for victory. Kaizer is so swollen with cum. As I jerk and jerk, I feel all the muscles in his body tighten up like steel wire, and all his energy rushing down to the base of his cock. His cock is the center of his being. All of his attention, willpower, is here. His voice revs up into a desperate, eager, guttural roar, the sound of a triumphant lion.
“ARGH! ARRRGH! UGGGGH!!!”
Cum explodes everywhere. It flies all over my face and chest, splattering all across Kaizer’s body. Nick and Rai yelp as they too are unspared. Kaizer keeps going and going and going. Powerful thrusts shoot even more semen all over us as shock waves of pleasure erupt across his body.
Before Kaizer can even catch a break, Rai slides up next to me and takes over control of Kaizer’s cock.
“My turn.”
Kaizer weeps as Rai starts pumping. He doesn’t even have the chance to go soft; Rai picks up the pace and jackhammers Kaizer’s cock as he pummels into his ass with the dildo. Kaizer screams until his throat goes ragged. Meanwhile, I turn my attention to Kaizer’s nipples. I take one and Jack takes the other one, and we lick and bite them as Rai harvests his reward.
“You live to be milked. You live to be used. You are ours to play with.”
Kaizer begs limply for release, but we’re not done yet. I pull off his gag and grab him by the jaw. Drool trickles down the side of his mouth.
“Repeat after me, Kaizer. You live to be milked. You live to be used. You are ours to play with.”
“Please… please stop.” Kaizer’s voice is loose like a spent rubber band.
Rai punishes him by rubbing his palm over his cock head, and Kaizer’s whole body snaps in overwhelmed stinging. His voice vibrates down into his bones, every cell screaming and singing.
“Say it. You live to be milked. You live to be used. You are ours to play with.”
“I… I live to be milked. I live to be used.”
“Go on.”
“I… I am yours to play with.”
“Good boy. Keep repeating that.”
Kaizer’s final slivers of dignity drain out of him as he repeats the mantra in between moans and screams. Nick and I lick him all over, tasting his sweat and cum and submission. Rai fucks Kaizer both ways. The words worm into his mind, programming him from the inside out, degraded and spent. Another orgasm crests over his body. Aching heat washes over him. That is the way we want him – this is how he wants to be. No thoughts, just muscle, just a cock to be milked.
I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.
I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.
I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.
***
One load per master – three in total. And then, there are the punishment milkings from when Kaizer failed.
Eight forced orgasms in total.
It’s two in the morning. Kaizer’s body looks as drained as a wrung towel. Nick, Rai and me stand over his body, shirts off. Our torsos glisten with sweat from a night’s work.
“Kaizer, you’ve had eight orgasms, and we haven’t. That doesn’t seem fair. What do you have to say for yourself?”
A ghost of a whisper crackles in his dry, used throat. “I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.”
“That’s right.”
We unbuckle our belts, unzip our pants. Climb up onto the bed and whip out our dicks over Kaizer’s body.
As professional traders of pleasure, all of us have amazing bodies. We exorcize our pent-up lust with each other – groping, feeling, kissing, sliding over Kaizer’s excellently lubricated body. A symphony of pleasure over the centerpiece of our evening. We pull the blindfold off Kaizer’s face. We want him to see this. See that he is being used, exploited, totally objectified.
“Oh, fuck.” Nick is the first to cum. Kaizer grimaces as his seed shoots all over his abs. He recoils at the hot wet splash but all he can muster is a feeble shrug.
“I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.”
And then, Rai.
This time, he shoots closer upwards; he paints Kaizer’s chest with his cum. Kaizer squirms.
Each load is moving higher and higher. He knows what’s coming and he hates it… or does he?
Finally, my turn.
I crawl up to straddle Kaizer’s chest. I can feel hot wet manliness spreading across my thighs. His eyes are a mix of defiance, resignation and bliss. He is at that point of the sexual experience where his senses explode and flood out of his skin, beyond himself, totally coursing beyond. Totally submerged into sub space, soft and moldable like wet clay.
“Welcome to the club, Kaizer. You’re one of us now.”
Kaizer tries resisting, but gives in to his fate. He has nowhere to go. Nowhere to be, but here on the milking table. His arms slacken and his head leans back as he embraces his role —
“I live to be milked. I live to be used. I am yours to play with.”
“Fuckkkk.”
Pleasure courses through my body as I release my load all over his face. My hot white cum flows over his forehead, down his cheeks, trickling into his hair. I peer down at the sight of a gorgeous man painted with my semen – and loving it. Coated in gloss, lips parted in submission.
Kaizer weeps. But not in despair – it’s a cathartic release. His eyes shine with raw ecstasy. He experienced his inner beast tonight; that part of a man that delights in using and being used in return. The predator and the prey.
“Well done, Kaizer.”
***
It’s been a few months. Kaizer and us have become really good friends.
But there’s one other thing about our gentlemen’s club that I haven’t told you yet.
Every year, there’s an audit. We have to be milked by someone else in order to keep our own skills sharp and to remember what it’s like to receive. The Council matches us up – one evening of milking by a fellow brother.
And guess who they matched me up with?
One day, I receive a text from Kaizer.
“You live to be milked. You live to be used. You are mine to play with.
;)”
***
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