Betrayed by Wet Spots

Discovered

 

Every morning for the last couple years or so I woke up with a throbbing boner like most guys my age used to do.  My mom and dad are religious fanatics so I am careful not to get caught.  Although I sleep nude,  I managed to convince my parents that his was healthier and so pleased God, I keep my socks in bed with me, I told my parents sometimes my feet get cold at night.  That fateful morning, I was enjoying rubbing my cock, balls, nipples and any other place on my nude body that felt good.  I teased my body, almost to the point when I could cum then eased off to make the pleasure last longer.  In my excitement I didn't hear the alarm go off.  Suddenly I couldn't hold back any longer and started shooting over and over again.  It happened so fast, it happened before I could slip a sock over my cock to soak up my cum.  It really felt good to cum and I was really relaxed,  so relaxed I drifted off to sleep again.  

 

I felt myself being shaken.  It was my mom yelling at me to get up or I would be late to school.  Suddenly she sees the wet spots on the sheet covering me.  "Tom, what are these? Did you do this? I heard that boys used to do things to themselves so they would ejaculate that's what I think you were doing.  Steve, come up here right now!  You've got to see what your son just did!"   I hear my dad stomping up the stairs.  He strongly believed that "sparing the rod, spoils the child" and I feared what he would do when he saw the evidence.

Decision 

She showed my dad the wet spots on my sheet.  "Tom, stand up and face me." I jumped out of bed, he was mad and I didn't want to make it worse by delay.  I felt terrible standing stark naked in front of my dad and especially my mom since I now had a fully developed penis.  "Look me in the eye! Did you intentionally spill your seed which is an abomination to God?"

"Yes, Sir.  I was tempted by the devil and was weak and gave in.  I will pray for forgiveness." I mouthed well learned religious platitudes I hoped might work.

He slowly removed the wide leather belt he wore and slapped it gently on one hand as he lectured me on the awful sin I had done.  As he lectured I stared at the belt.  The truth is that I was not afraid of the beatings he gave me with that belt.  I looked forward to the beatings, they really turned me on.  Always before he had me turn around and drop my pants after his lecture so he never noticed my cock harden.  This time I was naked and facing him as my cock slowly rose into a rock hard boner.  His face turned red with anger, "You are a son of the devil and I will beat the devil out of you with this belt!"

"Steve, you saw what our son just did,  we have to call them to handle this. I understand that you want to drive the devil out of him but we must call so the experts can deal with him." my mother yelled.

 "You're right dear.  I lost control.  Stay with him so he doesn't destroy any evidence, they will want to test everything.  I'll call them up."  

He stomped down the stairs and I could hear him on the phone.  "Yes, he admitted doing it.  He doesn't lie to me.  You can be sure that he did it and isn't playing some trick on us.   There is a park across the street that you could use.  Okay 10 minutes.  All the evidence is untouched and will be waiting for you.  I don't care where you take him just get him away from here!" I heard the phone click as he hung up.

Undisclosed Location

As I waited with my mom I thought how isolated I felt these last couple of years.   I had tried to talk with my friends about my developing urges and the hard-ons I kept getting but it seemed to make them uncomfortable and they didn't want to talk about it.  Once at a Get-Dare game I suggested a dare of rubbing the cock of the guy on your left until he gets hard and cums.  They told me it was a stupid idea cause it wouldn't work and then decided to play video games instead.  The thump, thump, thump sound of helicopter blades brought me out of these depressing thoughts. It sounded like at least a couple.  

I heard my dad open the front door and say he's upstairs.  I heard a bunch of guys clomp up the stairs, they burst into my room completely covered in hazmat suits.  Big burly guys yelling orders like marine drill sergeants.  They put a metal evacuation stretcher on the floor and strapped my arms and legs down so I couldn't move, I just lay there naked with my boner pointing to the ceiling.  One tied a blindfold around my head,  "we are going to a top secret undisclosed location.  If you saw were it was you could never come back" he told me.   I heard one guy look at me and whisper to his buddy that it sure looks real.  By now I had figured it out, this was one of those scared straight deals where they take a guy away from his house, work the hell out of him for a couple month, and the kid's then to scared ever to touch drugs again.  I doubt if it would work with jerking off, the drive is pretty strong.   It seemed a little overboard to make this much out of a guy caught jerking off but the people at my parent's church are the kind that would think up such a stunt and a lot of them are ex-military so they probably would know someone who could fly a helicopter. While a few grabbed the sheets and pillows, the rest rushed me down the stairs, out the front door, across the street to the park, and secured the stretcher inside the black unmarked helicopter.  It roared into the air the second I was secured.

I felt a woman toy gently with my hair and speak into my ear above the sound of the engine, "Hi, I'm Vicki. How are you doing, Tom? Anything I can do to help?" 

"What's happening to me? Who are you? Where are we going?"

"Sorry, I can't help with that, this is all top secret. I meant, since you are tied down and helpless, I want to be sure you are OK.  It would be big trouble for us if anything happened to you. " I felt her soft hands check the circulation in my tied hands and feet. 

"I really have to pee.  I woke up and then things got sort of crazy and I never got a chance to pee and I'm bursting."

"Let's see what we can do." I hear her searching for something then felt  her hand on my cock.  She held the tip of my penis into something that felt maybe like a water bottle.  "OK, Big Boy, ready to go, let 'er rip!"

I let go and my stream flowed, "That's a relief, Thanks."  It felt odd having her hand on my penis but I liked the feeling a lot.  When I finally stopped she shook the last couple of drops off and let go as she put the bottle away.

"Are you a nurse?"

"Something like that, my job is to make sure you stay healthy and in good shape.  I think I might like this job a lot.  You remind me of my last boyfriend.  The same well defined body, strong but not over developed.  Probably play soccer or something like that which builds good strong balanced bodies. I liked exploring his smooth perfect skin."  

"Yeah, I play soccer and work out a little." She traced her hands slowly over my chest, abs, thighs. "Oh, keep going, it feels so good.  Rub my nipples, please."

"You're just like he used to be always eager, always wanting more."

"You're great, my balls then my cock too, please."

"Just like him, always pushing for more but always polite and with that shy irresistible smile. Your cock wakes up just like his used to do.  Just the right size, swollen, veins standing out and so eager.  Too bad I have to ease off, but can't risk you shooting your cum!"  She went back to rubbing my chest, abs, face, and hair. That felt plenty good enough, I forgot about what was happening to me, I just enjoyed the feeling of her hands. The sound of the engines softened, I felt the soft touch of her lips on mine, "We are about at the site. I've got to lay off or someone may come back here and see us.  Hang in there.  I'll do what I can to help."

I felt a little bump as the helicopter touched down.  The guys in the hazmat suit rush in, unfastened the stretcher, wrestled it out the door, and bounced it along first in the cold air, then inside air.  I heard our group echoing down long hallways, doors slamming shut behind us.  They stopped, set down the metal evacuation stretcher, and un-cuffed me.  A strong military voice commanded, "Stand up, Boy!" I stood up, stiff from being restrained.  "Don't slouch, stand up straight."  Air conditioning blew coldly on my naked body.  My blindfold was removed, I blinked at the bright lights.  I was in a small round white room with some type of medical table in the middle. A pretty blonde woman dressed in a white uniform, probably mid to late twenties came into the room. Although there was no ID or other insignia on her uniform, I knew from her concerned expression that she was Vicki. I looked up into the lights, I didn't see the ceiling, I dimly saw crowded figures seated in several circles going up into the darkness and could hear excited whispering.  It was clear that helpless naked me was being exhibited to a whole bunch of people but had no idea why. Nervous, I started playing with my cock.  "Drop that cock, we'll have none of that, Boy, especially since there are women present. Have you no shame?" boomed the military voice.

I quickly put my hands on my sides and looked down at my bare feet, "Sorry, Sir. I'll be careful where I put my hands!".

"Stand straight and look at me when you speak, Boy", boomed the voice.

I straighten up doing my best to stand at attention, "Yes, Sir!"  Alone as a naked exhibit in this secret place, I certainly was scared but since I my mind was thinking about Vicki's hands rubbing my body on the helicopter, I doubt I ever would be scared straight.  

The Test

My cock hardened and rose to an upward slant as I fantasized about Vicki's hands rubbing all over my body. "Thanks for getting your cock hard, Tom.  It makes it a lot easier to attach these electrodes" said Vicki as she attached one adhesive electrode to the shaft near my balls and stuck the other to the very tip of my penis.  She affixed the wires dangling from a box with a controller held by the military guy.

I was disappointed that Vicki would be a part of this electroshock torture.  You never can trust anyone, I thought.  "I'm just a teenager, I like to feel myself and cum.  That doesn't give you a right to torture me with electrical shocks.  I'll show you,  give it your best, I can take it!" I stiffened my attention pose as I waited for the painful jolt.

The military guy smiled a wicked smile. "Get ready, let's see how you like this! 5-4-3-2-1!"  He pushed the button a screen lit up showing a guy messing with a girl.  At the bottom of the screen was digital readout that kept kept changing. He laughed, "We weren't planning on torturing you with electrical shocks, at least for now although some of the more perverted in our audience might find that entertaining, but I like your attitude.  This is a test to see what turns you on, what makes your cock get hard.  This will be very useful to us later.  Various porn scenes will be shown and the reaction of your cock measured.  Gradually the computer will generate a special porn mix specially suited to your desires.  Scenes of scat, piss, cross-dressing produced low numbers,  guy on girl pretty high, girl on girl high,  guy on guy high put a little less,  femdom with girl forcing a tied up guy to have sex very high, a restrained guy being whipped very high.  Gradually the screen settled into my personal porn show which made my cock get harder than it ever had before. 

Vicki pulled the electrodes off fast which minimized the pain.  Maybe she was OK.  They let my personalized porn show continue playing.  "We need a sample of your cum for testing.  Will you help us with that, Tom?" she asked.

God how I needed to cum but I played it cool, "Whatever you want, ma'am!" 

She got some lube and rubbed my penis with it.  It felt so good, just as I almost lost control, she stopped rubbing me and got a glass beaker from a table.  "We'll use this to catch your cum for the tests.  OK, start jerking off!"

This was weird.  A scared straight program and they order me to jerk off?  Maybe they need to find out all about what I do so they can create a really perverse program to stop me from doing it.  But for a teenager, urges always win out, I started jerking off, rubbing my cock slowly then a few fast strokes, back to slow.  I wanted to draw this out, I wanted to shoot real strong and feel real good.  "Get ready, hurry!"

Vicki held the beaker and I aimed into it. I shot powerful burst after burst, that personalized porn show really worked.  She looked impressed.  "We'll have the lab test this and will let you know as soon as we get the results.  Let me clean you up." She took a cloth and washed the lube and any remaining cum off me then gently dried me. "Show him to his room."

The military guy lead me out of the bright room down a hall, opened an unmarked door, and a light came on in a middle size room, maybe 15' X 20'.  There was a sturdy metal framed bed in the center, sink and toilet in the corner, and nothing else. Looked more like a cell than a room if you asked me, but no one was asking me anything in this secret undisclosed location.  The door slammed shut, light went out, and I was in complete darkness.  I felt for the bed, dropped down on the hard uncovered mattress, regretted that I had slept nude last night otherwise I might have a scrap of clothes to wear, thought about my hopeless situation, got really scared, began sobbing for the first time in years, and soon fell into an exhausted restless sleep.

More Than Enough

The sound of a woman moaning in contented satisfaction awakened me. As I opened my eyes I saw the images of a man making love to a beautiful woman on all the walls and on the ceiling.  I began rubbing my balls and stroking my cock dreamily and soon I had a good erection.  I heard the door open.  "On your feet boy, time to give us more of your cum!" a guard commanded.  Startled, I jumped up. The guard carried a tray with a beaker, lube, and a towel. "Need to lube up first, you want to do it or should I do it?" I said I'd do it. I started jerking off, I was pretty horny from the porno and didn't take long to feel the urge coming. I signaled the guard, he held the beaker while I aimed into it and shot my load.  He put the beaker with my cum in a revolving pass through in the wall, pushed a button,  the beaker disappeared and a tray with a burger, fries, and coke appeared.   "Good job boy, here's your reward." Starved from maybe a day without anything to eat, I gulped down the food.  "Sweet dreams", he laughed as he closed the door and the lights went out. 

This was the routine, alone in darkness, awakened by porno mix, play with myself, jerk off for the guard, get a drink or some food.  There was no window, no noise outside, no pattern of rotating guards, I had no idea of how long it was between sessions or how long these sessions went on. I tried to count the sessions but soon was disoriented. When I didn't want to lube myself or jerk off the guard would do it for me.  If I wasn't hard, the guards knew that beating my ass with a leather belt would quickly give me a boner (They must have learned this when they interviewed my dad or maybe just my reactions to the BDSM videos.).  This went on for weeks? Months? I had no idea.  I now knew the plan, they would force me to jack off so often that soon I would start to hate jerking off.  I wonder how long this would take, I wondered if I would go crazy from the isolation first.

Wet Spots

Milked

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    I woke up when the porno mix began on the screens, I grabbed my cock and wondered who my next visitor would be. I hoped it would be Barb, she was the most fun. Then I started thinking about her remark "I guess they are not going to complain about me not making my production goal today!" What kind of production goal did she have and who set it? Did all the girls have production goals? What would happen if they didn't meet the goals? The only thing I was producing was cum and nobody would want my cum at least I couldn't think of any reason.

   

    The big guy with the booming military voice walked in, he paused and asked me, "I know guys your age like to play 'truth or dare' so I'm going to give you a simple truth to answer. Do you still like to be jerked off?" Simple but tricky I thought. If I told the truth and said yes, I might be punished even more because I am still unrepentant after all their efforts to scare me straight. If I lied and they knew I lied the penalty would be extreme. I hesitated, decided on my response then mumbled my answer. "Can't hear you. Speak up boy, yell it out!"

   

    I stood up and yelled, "SIR, I STILL LOVE TO BE JERKED OFF!"

   

    "Just what I wanted to hear, boy. We are going to give you exactly what you want, maybe a lot more!" the military guy laughed, "Let's get started guys!"

   

    "Kneel and bend over the bed so I can stick this up your Ass!" ordered a guy holding a huge butt plug with a electrical connection and a plastic tube dangling from its end.

   

    "No way you can stick anything that big up my ass!"

   

    "You can make it easy by co-operating or we will hold you down and force it in and that will hurt like hell."

   

    "OK give it a try." They lubed me up and slowly eased the plug into my ass. When I moaned in pain they eased up and let me get used to it before moving it deeper. At last it slipped firmly in place. It felt like I had to shit bad but my asshole was sealed tight.

   

    The guy plugged the connection into a control box "Let's see if we got it placed right. Stand up boy!" I stood up slowly feeling pain in my sore ass. I felt a buzzing and a weird sort of nice feeling inside my ass. Suddenly my cock hardened into a boner. "We got it! The vibrator is in the right place to stimulate his prostate."

   

    They cut a hole in the mattress for the tube and connection from my butt plug and had me lie on the bed face up. Padded black leather cuffs were buckled tightly onto my ankles and wrists. The ankle cuffs were attached to posts at the foot of the bed. The guys pulled my arms hard before attaching the wrist cuffs to posts at the head of the bed streching me in a spread eagle position so tightly I could hardly move. They took a black bullet vibrator and attached its clip painfully to my right nipple. "Yeow! Guys, take it easy." Laughing, they attached other vibrators to my other nipple, my armpits, my balls, and then fired them all up including the butt plug. The pain disappeared as these devices intensely stimulated me making me feel more and more horny. "Please let me cum, I need it so bad!"

   

    "You want to cum? Let's see what we can do about that." said the military guy as he turned up the vibrators. I writhed straining against the leather cuffs as the intensity of the exquisite torment increased. I saw that he was holding a plastic cylinder that looked like what farmers put on cow's tits when they milk them. "Yes, you guessed what this is for. It is advanced and stimulates your cock while it is sucking so that it extracts the maximum amount of cum. It stays on permanently, when it is not milking you, you can pee and this device sucks up your pee and disposes of it. Sort of like the tube attached to your butt plug which disposes of your shit. This way we don't have to release you and waste time while you shit or piss, everything is carefully designed for the maximum production." I thought, this is crazy, why would anyone want a teen's cum so badly? There is certainly enough of it around mostly in crusty socks. He placed the cylinder on my rock hard boner, the feeling was glorious as it rubbed my cock and sucked insistently. It started slowly and gently, then harder and faster, finally I shot over and over and the machine demanded more and more until at last I was completely drained. It was great, the best relief I had ever had!

   

    The milking machine and vibrators turned off and I felt a completely relaxed peace. Before leaving the guys put a feeding tube through my nose and down my throat. "This way we won't have to waste time feeding you either!" the military guy laughed. He left and the lights went off leaving me in darkness.

   

    The pain from the vibrator clips and the pain from my muscle cramps returned. I wasn't a person anymore. What was I? Just a cog in a system to extract cum? This whole thing was crazy. But the exquisite torment when everything was turned on was unbelievably wonderful. I really wanted the next session to start soon!

   

    Helpless

   

    In the dark I tested my restraints, there was no give, no possible escape. The pain from the vibrator clips was intense only the pain in my ass from the butt plug was worse. Suddenly the porno screen flashed on, the vibrators buzzed, my cock hardened and the milking machine drained me of the cum I had produced during my short rest. This alternating rest and mechanical sex continued without letup. The feeding tube, pissing into the machine, and shitting through the tube in my butt plug all worked very well. You would think I would hate my situation but I am a teen and guys in their teens are always obsessed with sex and I was getting all the sex I could possible handle, the sex was a little strange but I sure got a lot of it. My mind wandered, I lost track of reality but the instant the porn screens lit up I was in heaven.

   

    The job as a guard probably attracts a lot of sadists and I soon found that my guards qualified. I guess the temptation of the helpless body of a spread-eagle teen was too much. They figured out how to trick the surveillance camera with a laptop playing a video of me squirming during my rest time. They came up with a fiendish dice dare with no good options:

    1 toothpicks under toenails

    2 clothespins on my balls

    3 Leather strap to soles of my feet

    4 Tickle torture

    5 Electro-shock to my balls

    6 All the above

   

    They would sneak in just after my cell became dark for my rest and put a dice in my hand or between my toes. When it fell on the floor they would announce my dare penalty. Not having any rest time turned my situation into a living hell. It didn't take long that the mechanical sex no longer felt good but just a continuation of the nonstop torment. Once when I had thrown a "6" and after the guards had applied all the tortures, they humiliated me by shooting a video of me struggling in agony which I was sure they would show all their friends.

   

    Unfortunately the tubes attached to my body kept me healthy, the continuous torment actually increased the amount of cum I produced, and the guards took care to leave no marks. I was completely helpless, I couldn't even go on a hunger strike, no one heard my screams, would anyone ever become aware of my predicament?

   

Out of Hell

I watched Tanya and Darnell surfing into the private beach of my place on Kauai. They were the first to get the hang of surfing and looked like Hawaiian royalty as their tanned naked bodies stood proudly in the sun on their boards surfing  the waves to the beach. I had checked when I got to my place and they told me the beach was mine and we could go naked if we wanted. My Truth and Dare gang from school are staying at my place while I am recuperating after the experiences I had had.  Vicki suggested that I invite some of my friends and arranged to get the permission of their parents and then had the plane pick them up from the airport at our hometown.  She was right, their company helped me a lot and I am having a lot fewer nightmares.   I told the gang I needed a rest and ran up the beach and lay down on the blanket between Vicki and Barb.  They told me I had to be careful, I had been out of the sunlight for a long time so it would take time to get a tan that would protect me.  While I lay on my back they rubbed lotion all over me, my chest, legs, and last but not least my cock.  It felt real good and relaxed me. I didn't even mind having a boner that all my friends could see and they seemed happy to see it too. I closed my eyes and thought of what happened to bring me out of hell to this beautiful place in the company of my friends.

I heard the door open.  The guards entered but were accompanied by the military guy.  This was bad news, he had learned his trade at Gitmo and the secret CIA prisons, he was an expert in inflicting intense unbearable pain, and he loved doing it especially to a helpless teen like me. Slowly he prepared his tools for my torment.  Just as the first cold steel implement touched my vulnerable balls, the door burst open.  A dozen black suited men rushed in, overpowered the guards and the military man with blazing quick blows to vital points that quickly paralyzed their victims. They handcuffed their prisoners and rushed them out of the room.  This was obviously some secret government A-team for dispatching serious problem personnel. 

Vicki and Barb entered, looked distressed at me, asked the remaining black suited guys to leave so they could get me ready to leave in private.  The guys saluted Vicki and Barb before leaving.  Vicki knelt by my bed and removed the vibrators from my nipples and balls.  I shuddered at the sharp pain caused by removing the clips that had been attached so long.  Barb held my head and soothed me while the pain slowly ebbed. Vicki turned to the machine fastened to my cock.  She was puzzled how to release it.  One of the guards was brought in by a couple black suited guys and ordered to show how to release the device.  Vicki released the devise and slowly eased it off my sore, red, swollen cock.  I held my breath to prevent  me screaming in pain.  Gently she rubbed an ointment on my cock that slowly numbed the pain.  Barb removed the black leather cuffs from my ankles and wrists then rubbed the chaffed skin with a soothing lotion.  Vicki disconnected the connection and tube from my butt plug.  She told me to try to get up and they helped me to stand.  My legs were weak from being bound to the bed for a very long time.  They told me removing the plug would be easier if I knelt and leaned over the bed  exposing my ass.  Barb tried to work some lube between my ass and the plug then began twisting it. I moaned in pain, she said she was sorry but the plug had been in a long time and had to be eased out.  I grabbed the other side of the bed and braced myself, tried not to scream, and endured the pain as they worked the plug out.  I felt the plug being pulled out then I felt a warm wet sensation on my ass and the insides of my legs.  I was embarrassed, I couldn't stop the shit from oozing out.  Vicki explained that  my sphincter muscle had been stretched so long that it would take a while until I could seal my asshole closed.  They whispered to each other, Barb left and returned with a tampon which they lubed and shoved but my ass.  It worked and the soft tampon felt a lot better than the hard rubber butt plug and it let me stop the flow.  Vicki said to rest awhile and tell her when I was ready to take a shower.  Barb stripped off her clothes and said she would help me shower.  I smiled weakly and assured her I was ready anytime to take a shower with her.  They walked me to the shower in the corner,  Barb held me under the shower, soaped me up, lingering slowly on my ass, cock, balls, and chest.  Her soft hands and the warm water were wonderful.  Barb and I dried each other with with fluffy white towels,  I was actually having fun. This was the first time in a long while that I felt good and had some hope.     Vicki left and returned with some clothes for me.  They helped me into the clothes.  It felt strange wearing anything, I had been completely nude since I had been taken from my bedroom so long ago. After I was dressed, I helped Barb with her clothes playing and teasing a little.

One of the guys in black suits brought in a wheelchair ad I sat in it.  He wheeled me out the door.  Vicki introduced me to Mr. Thompson,  a well dressed man.  She told me he was from the A.C.L.U. and had obtained the habeas corpus order for my release.  He explained that I would be given a chance to rest and then we would discuss my case with me and the options for a settlement.  For my protection reporters would be outside of the building when we left, I could wave so they would know it was me but probably it would be better not to answer any questions. The president had offered his apologies, the use of his compound in Kauai for my recuperation, and Air Force Two for transportation. Vicki and Barb told me that this was true so I agreed.  I was wheeled through the long passages to the entrance.  Leaning a little on Vicki, I managed to walk the short distance to the black limousine while I waved and smiled at the reporters and cameras.   I was exhausted as I slumped into my seat for the ride to my plane. 

Vicki and Barb led me up the ramp, we greeted the pilots, then they took me to my private suite with a king size bed at the tail. I asked them to stay because I didn't want to be alone in the dark again.  I helped the girls take off their clothes then they started stripping me, touching, rubbing, and kissing each bit of skin that was exposed as they removed everything piece by piece.  My shoes and socks, my pants, my shirt exposing my nipples, and my briefs exposing my cock and balls.  By the time I was naked I was  fully aroused, we all got into bed and fondled each other.  I told them that I really needed to cum but my cock was still pretty raw.  Barb told us that she had been a call girl in Las Vegas before that business went bust, one client was a general that got her the job working with me at the lab.  She told us she knew lots of ways to get a guy to cum and would show how to do it without even touching my cock. She spread a towel on the bed, removed the tampon from my ass and wrapped it up.  She had me lay on the towel and inserted her finger up my ass, while Vicki was kissing me and rubbing my chest, Barb worked her finger deeper inside gently rubbing my prostate then faster and harder.  She brought me to the edge then would back of, finally she said "Are you ready Big Boy?"

I gaspsed "Yeah, Make me cum!"  She rubbed harder and faster and I quickly started shooting over and over again.  They hugged me as I relaxed and started asking them about what happened.  Vicki said she was nurse and a Colonel in the army.  She said after her boyfriend became useless she dreamed of being with a strong potent guy and when she saw me she just gave in to her feelings, under the circumstances anyone would understand.  I asked what happened so they let me go.  Barb and Vicki said that they had been transferred away from the lab so they wouldn't know what was happening.  The guards emailed the video of me being tortured to all their buddies until someone posted it on YouTube.   Some of my friends from the Truth and Dare group at school recognized me.  They guessed it was the government because the night I disappeared Jason had seen the helicopters and the military guys running out of my house with a stretcher.  They questioned my mom and she finally admitted she had called the number.  Knowing that there would be an effort to hush this up, my friends reposted the video on every possible site.  They emailed my name to all the newspapers and news networks.  Barb and Vicki saw the video and recognized me and told all the contacts in the military that the could trust about what was happening.  The next day a reporter asked the president at his news conference about me and the video.  The shit really hit the fan and plans were made at the highest level to get me out of that lab before the guys in charge realized that the game was up and could harm me. 

I told them that was a great story but why was I at the lab in the first place? Vicki answered, "You really don't know?  Its a long story and you're exhausted.  Let's all get some sleep and we'll tell you everything when you wake up."  We cuddled together and soon were all sound asleep.

The Reason

I woke up with a raging boner.  I was still hugging Vicki, Barb was sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed.  My cock pushed Vicki's side and she woke up.  "That shows there was no lasting damage.  I would love to feel you inside me but I want to ask you for something special, something only you can do, I want to have a child, fuck me without a condom that would be your special gift to me."

"Sure, anything you want.  I owe you a lot for getting me out.  Anything you want."  She gently lubed me up, I was still a bit tender from the milking machine.  I felt I could handle it, in fact a little pain might just add to the experience.  I got on top of her, supported my weight by my arms so I could insert just the tip of my penis into her and use it to get her real wet and excited.  We kissed each other deeply. I sucked her tits and she played with my nipples.  She started moaning and asking me to go deeper, harder, faster.  My cock was still tender but in my excitement that pain just drove me to a more intense level.  Finally she moaned calling now, now.  I went wild and started shooting loads of cum into her.

Suddenly it was over and our sweaty bodies rested together. We  hugged and kissed and were joined by Barb, soon I was completely relaxed and felt this was a good time to ask,  "OK, what is the reason for all this happening to me? Why didn't my dad beat me bloody after I was caught jerking off? Why was I taken to the 'undisclosed location'? Why did they want my cum so much they tortured me?  Why would the president care what happened to one teen kid?"

Vicki spoke up, "Remember the mild illness that went around last spring?  They called in the 'Guys Flu' because it only infected guys and for a long time we thought it infected every guy including all the boy babies.  It usually went away after a couple days so no one was very concerned." 

"Yeah, I remember that, my dad and grandpa got sick and all the boys at school except me came down with it.  Didn't seem a big deal."

"Didn't you hear anything else?"

"No, my Parents were religious and suddenly didn't want me to see the news, even Fox News which they really liked.  Something about too much talk about sex.  The guys at school started to be very sensitive about talking about anything to do with sex which was strange as sex used to be the only thing they talked about.  I couldn't use a computer because I was grounded by my mom when I forgot to close the screen I was using to watch getDare, probably she wouldn't have noticed anything but there was a big flashing banner at the bottom about the 'You Tube of Porn'."

Vicki answered, "Now I understand why you had no idea what was happening to you and why you are so special. Guys noticed that after the 'Guys Flu' they couldn't get an erection to fuck with or even jerk off.  It took a while until doctors realized what was up.   They began to realize that this was really bad and it had spread through the entire world.  The research indicated that the antibodies for the illness messed up the delicate chemical interaction that causes a guy to get aroused. When a research team reported that not only couldn't guys get an erection but even when sperm was extracted from guys, the sperm wasn't viable and could not get a woman pregnant."

Barb chimed in, "It started getting bad in Vegas.  I was having to use the tricks that worked on guys in their 80s to help get guys in their 50's going.  The age keep going down until these tricks weren't working on young guys who were barely twenty.  We heard about the government hot-line to call if you had information on a guy who still could get an erection.  They offered a million dollars a year for life for anyone giving information that led to finding a guy that was still functioning.  We call girls were sure looking but didn't find anyone and soon our business was bust.  I hadn't had any clients for nine months when my old friend the general got me the job of working with you at the location."

"Now I understand, my mom didn't care about me jerking off.  She wanted the money she would get for telling about her kid who could still jerk off and I guess my dad was thinking the same way."

Vicki shook her head yes, "Hate to say this but I think you are right.  A million a year is a lot of money.  The way they didn't insist on visiting you indicated to me that they took the money and were glad to get rid of you.  If they insisted on seeing you I don't think things could have gone as wrong as they did.  It also had something to do with the people that run Homeland Security who were put in charge of the location, they can be a weird bunch better a running secret prisons then a medical facility."

"I'm starting to understand but why the milking machine to force all that cum out of me?"

"At first we just wanted samples of your cum so we could find out why you were immune and try to find a cure for the other guys.  Suddenly there were no new pregnancies.  Our country had over four million births last year and now would have none!  They checked your blood and you had no serious inherited disease so it was decided we would use your sperm as a temporary measure until a cure was found for other guys.  You can understand the pressure on the location to produce."

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I rested my hand on Vicki's stomach and felt the baby kick.  It really excited me that my child would be born in a short time.  Sort of strange feeling for a kid who is on his way to being literally the  "father of his country" with millions of offspring produced by artificial insemination from the sperm that had been milked out of me. But this one will be special, something Vicki and I did together.  Although I would be recognized as the father on the birth certificate, Vicki wanted to raise the child herself and I understood.  I had Mr. Thompson set up a trust fund to support the kid until he graduates from school. 

Because of the way my parents had abandoned me for the money, Mr. Thompson had the court declare me  an "emancipated minor" so that I could handle my own affairs as if I were an adult.  The settlement from the government made me rich, a billionaire many times over.  I also had control of any medical research or drugs produced from my DNA or cum. I kept my corporation private when I understood the power I had to advance population control and peace.  If counties in conflict did not reach agreement, their population would slowly decline to nothing, so most leaders now are working to settle conflicts and extend full rights to their people, especially women.

My research lab has developed some drugs that promise to allow guys again to become aroused.  My Truth and Dare buddies from school, Darnell and Jason, are testing these drugs which are very promising. Both of them get rock hard cocks and shoot large amount of cum.  The drawback is that it takes several hours of stimulation to reach that point.  The stimulation must be so intense that the only way it can be done is for the girls to tie Darnell and Jason spread eagle on a bed then have several girls work on them at the same time.  Not that Darnell, Jason, or the girls are complaining, but it doesn't seem like the drugs are ready to be released to the public yet.  Also their cum is still shooting blanks, but dealing with that will take much longer according to my research scientists.

I'm getting used to my strange life.  It is weird but pretty good. Much of the day I spend with my friends from school doing the things every teen boy does.  It is sort of neat being a student when the teachers know you are the guy who pays their salary.  Usually I meet with a few world leaders each day, I dress like a teenager because I have the chips and they don't have a choice, they have to take me as I am.  I hate wearing a suit and looking like a kid pretending to be an adult.  I usually produce cum 3 or 4 times a day but it has to be fun for me.  My labs have found out how to use my cum more efficiently so there is no longer much pressure.   Sometimes I do dares with the girls from school which is probably what I like best, I don't think Barb will ever run out of new ideas for getting me to cum, some  Bollywood stars and I our working our way through the Karma Sutra, and finally there are stars and models who just want to spend some time with me.