the milking

It wasn't that long before Master returned. i heard the sounds of rustling, of items being moved and prepared over my beating heart. then i moaned as a probe entered my hole and freezing cold lube was squirted inside me. there then followed the inevitable invasion of something larger, something uneven which filled me in the way, the regular butt plug didn't. As my sphincter closed around it and began to accustom itself to the foreign object, i felt it begin to pulse. After a short while the pulse increased slightly in regularity but also more deeply. my cock began to stiffen again and i could feel my balls begin to churn and the familiar warm dull ache grow. As this sensation continued, i felt the pulse vibrate through my entire genital area. As the throbbing penetrated my prostrate i could sense the onset of orgasm and ached for the release.

"Well, boyz. It seems your playtimes have made you a little too frisky. This is your punishment for getting too frenzied. It's also devised to milk your balls and prostate of all that slave juice you've been storing up. You will feel the pleasure of being drained, without the ecstasy of orgasm. Remember I told you that particular pleasure was never to be yours again. And I meant it. But the punishment is designed to make you remember that the fluids you produce are extracted from you by force and you will endure pain, not from the process, but from the physical extremes you are about to suffer while I drain your glands of every last drop."

With the end of the last sentence, I heard the lash fall on my partner and his muffled screams. Then my own anguish as my punishment was meted out on my splayed buttocks and then my naked back. I screamed into the gag, tears steamed down my face. It burned forever. But then it stopped. Darkness returned. The pulsing continued. I felt the slow slightly burning sensation, through my cock like i was dribbling. like cumming without an orgasm and i realised that i was being milked.

Only the sound of our muffled groans and tinkling of chain could be heard for the next hours of suffering as the pain set into our muscles and the metal bit into our wrists and ankles. i was weeping finally with the torment in my back and shoulders. still the pulse continued. my balls ached like they had never ached before, my arse muscles ached through the involuntary clenching effected by the rhythm of the infernal machine in my arse. It was the worst experience yet.

At last, He returned. The pulsing ceased and we were released. Ungagged, we collapsed on the floor sobbing in relief and in agony as our cramped limbs revolted at the sudden change. He left us for a while before ordering us to crawl to the latrines where we were hosed down thoroughly with very warm soapy water and rinsed down. Then we were blown dry. It was a delicious luxury. We both spontaneously threw ourselves at his feet licking his boots in a frenzy of relief and gratitude for ending our punishment with such a delicious sensation. Master hauled us up by our collars and patted our heads. "Well done boys; that's more like it. Dogs can play, but remember to whom your boy bodies belong. Into your cages!"

We scurried across the dungeon into our seure bolt holes to find hot stew in our bowls and beer of all things to lap contently once we had eaten our fill.

After the cage door was locked behind me, and i settled down after the meal. i realised how content i felt. my balls no longer ached, my libido was satisfied and i was tired, warm and secure. i felt the steel encircling my neck, glanced at my brother slave who was already asleep. i now fully appreciated how much i was indeed a chained and collared dog slave in the total control of this man, my Master!