Forced milking, humiliation

A horny guy is milked like a cow

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Powerless – Part 2

Frank stood on the patio carrying his severely disabled nephew. Jesse stared with a sense of deep trepidation at the frame and the nearby device that awaited him.

Frank put Jesse down on the wooden decking and pulled the shorts down that covered the 18-year-old’s groin. Jesse made a show of resisting, but with withered arms and almost no legs, he had the strength of a five-year-old child, and his resistance was inconsequential.

Beneath his shorts, Jesse wore unfashionably boring cotton briefs. His genitals filled the pouch generously, creating a drooping bulge. Frank pulled Jesse’s underpants off in a single movement, allowing the young man’s genitals to bounce free. Below groin level, Jesse’s lower half was largely absent.

Jesse was used to being naked in front of his uncle every day. He couldn’t even wipe his own ass. But he blushed now to be stripped bare like that, especially outdoors. He rested on the decking, his cock and balls resting against the wooden planks. His legs were not substantial enough to support him, instead, poking out to the sides like the legs of a festive turkey. He rested in a position that was neither sitting nor standing.

This was so different to anything within his usual realm of experience, and knowing that he was soon to be milked gave his situation an additional sexual component that was somehow even worse than getting caught wanking.

Jesse was ninety percent torso, and picking him up beneath the armpits, Frank lifted the naked and diminutive young man into the air, walking towards the frame. When he arrived, he opened the two canvas loops and slid the deformed stumps of Jesse’s legs into them, lowering the boy. Jesse’s own weight against the straps spread his thighs apart, exposing his genitals, leaving them to dangle free between his legs. He tried to draw his deformed legs together, but he lacked the physical strength to fight the counter-effect his own body weight exerted.

Frank wrapped a harness around Jesse’s chest, and using a lockable carabiner on each side, he connected them to metal eyelets punched into the two-inch canvas strapping, keeping Jesse’s body upright. He wrapped a second harness around Jesse’s waist, pulling the two straps closer, ensuring that he could not fall from the harness.

When Jesse was secured and unable to escape his confinement, his uncle regarded the mechanical device beneath the boy. There were two pairs of soft rubber clamps, each pair connected to a foot-long cylindrical steel arm that protruded vertically from a small motor raised off the ground.

Frank knelt down and gripped the right clamp. It comprised two opposing pairs of interlocking claws, each with three “fingers,” with an adjustment screw that could be used to open or close them. The claws were aligned to open front to back, relative to Jesse’s body.

He unwound the butterfly handle at the top of the screw until the clamp was open wide enough to enclose Jesse’s testicles. Frank hefted Jesse’s droopy, old-man scrotum, with its wrinkled skin, gauging the size of his nephew’s testicles.

“Left one is bigger,” he observed.

Jesse was not interested. His nuts had never been touched except for bathing.

On youtube, it was a source of amusement that in the video game Red Dead Redemption 2, there was so much attention to detail, that in one scene, a character hefted a horse’s testicles. Now Jesse felt like HE was a horse being evaluated by the farmer. He said nothing.

Frank opened the left pair of claws wider then stepped back and looked at Jesse. The young man hung directly above the claws, but he was 18 inches above them. Frank had already anticipated how he would adjust his device. There was a winch handle on the side of the stand, which raised and lowered the frame. He turned it, lowering Jesse until his testicles pressed against the grasping claws. Jesse looked down as he was lowered, and inhaled as he felt the claws touch his scrotum. The rubber was not cold, but his nuts momentarily retracted away from them, contracting upwards within the loose scrotum.

Frank returned to the claws. He gripped Jesse’s right testicle pulling it down between the open claw fingers so that it was pressed between them, laying on its side, long side aligned from front to back. The man twisted the adjustment screw, closing the claws around the testicle. He watched as they touched it, then pressed into the soft skin. He continued closing them until he judged that the testicle was held so firmly that it would not shake loose or rattle around once the vibrations began. The goal was not to cause discomfort.

Then he repeated the procedure with the other testicle.

“Please uncle Frank, don’t do this. I’m not an animal. It’s not fair.”

Frank ignored him. Jesse tried to struggle, but what movement he had in the harness was now further restricted by his clamped testicles, stretched beneath him like Christmas ornaments.

The man moved behind him. A dildo on a telescopic metal rod rose from the motor. He lifted it. The dildo was not as thick as an average erect penis, but its surface was covered in small, soft convex dimples like a golf ball in reverse. It had a polished metal head and Frank had already greased it. Without announcement, he pushed it against Jesse’s sphincter. Jesse tensed against it, but it slid easily into him, breaching his starfish and sliding five inches up inside him. The dimples brushed past the sensitive nerves of his sphincter, sending erotic tingles through his body.

Jesse inhaled sharply and squirmed, trying to avoid pleasure that was not of his own making. Pinned by his hole and grasped by his balls, his movement was even further restricted. He could pivot slightly on the dildo, but then his clamped testicles prevented him turning further.

Normally, he was drawn to anything that made him horny, but knowing that his body was being effortlessly manipulated and his libido stimulated with the long-term goal of killing it entirely, he fought against the pleasurable anal sensation, but against his will, his dick rose gently into a lazy lob; not hard, but its shaft no longer drooping straight down. Instead, it formed a downwards arc curving from 90 degrees out and down; not yet hard enough to support its full weight at a more engorged angle. He tensed his stomach muscles, doing his best to push the erection away.

“Fighting against it huh son?” Frank said. “Shame you didn’t resist your urges earlier then you wouldn’t be in this mess now.”

“Getting horny isn’t wrong. It’s normal. Everyone says so!” Jesse protested.

“Not for most boys, but for you, leaving your slime drying everywhere, it IS wrong. It’s damned thoughtless, and considering I was kind enough to give you a home after your mother… passed away, I would think that you’d do everything you can to make my life as easy as possible.”

He avoided using the words “killed herself,” to describe his sister’s passing. Seeing the horrifically malformed child she had given birth to was hard enough, but when her husband left them three years later, it was more than she could bear.

“But… but… I still have all the same feelings as other guys. It’s not my fault I was born like… like this!”

“Maybe so, but I guarantee, you’ll be a lot less horny after a day being milked. And if that doesn’t cure you, we can double it!”

Jesse’s eyes widened. He didn’t know what to expect, or how it would feel, but a day sound like a long time.

“You can’t. I won’t let you. I’ll fight it!”

Frank chuckled.

“You can’t fight it, Jesse. There’s an electric dildo in your ass, and contacts in those claws. When I turn the power on, it’s gonna make a circuit between your nuts and your asshole. You like being lustful, well that’ll make you feel unbearably horny, and when they start shaking your nuts, I guarantee, you’ll be blowing your load like your cock was a fire hydrant going off.”

Frank’s language was far cruder than anything Jesse had ever heard the man use before. He was usually reserved; his strict Christian upbringing making him uptight and conservative. But his sudden crudeness served to emphasise the unbearably erotic sensations that Jesse would soon experience, and how powerless he would be to resist them.

“Anyway, enough talk, let’s get you hard.”

Frank flipped a switch on the motor, and a current turned on in the dildo. Jesse felt it immediately. A pleasurable tingling sensation in his prostate, that travelled along his gooch, and then into his trapped balls. He had feared that the current would hurt, but the sensation was far from uncomfortable. It felt like his hole and his testicles were gently tingling; thrumming with a soft energy. At the same time, the dildo started to very slowly rotate, and as each soft dimple brushed against the nerves in his sphincter, it sent an additional thrill through Jesse’s lower body.

He felt like a piece of meat over a fire being slowly spit roasted.

His penis quickly continued rising; compelled now, whether he wanted it or not, by the electrical current that activated the nerves in his genitals, forcing his body to respond as surely as a light had to respond to a household switch.

Normally, the foreskin did not fully retract from his glans, but then he never became this hard. It started to draw back, with a sticky and audible slurping noise. All too soon, the glans was fully exposed, and still his penis grew thicker and harder. Had he been born without the cruel physical deformities that denied him normal teen interactions, he’d have felt pride allowing a woman to see this thick, vein-coated log. But the only person there to witness his formidable boner, was his uncle, and Jesse was not interested in impressing him.

Frank looked down at it.

“That’s quite the erection. No wonder you are always so lustful.”

He viewed the world through the eyes of an orthodox Evangelical Christian, and his language was infused with Biblical terms.

He moved another device into place. Modelled closely on a Hitachi massage wand, the device had a lubricated, transparent latex sleeve which he slid over the top of Jesse’s penis. It easily stretched to accommodate the swollen glans.

The sleeve was lined with more dimples, much like those on the dildo, and so soft that they could be used indefinitely without abrading the delicate skin of a user’s glans. The sleeve itself was made of conductive latex, which could carry a gentle current to Jesse’s helmet.

The sleeve was attached to a plastic vibrating head, and when activated, the head rumbled, sending a titillating vibration; little more than a buzz, through the sensitive skin of the wearer’s glans. The top half of Jesse’s purple/red helmet protruded through the sleeve, giving his urethra unimpeded access to the air so that his ejaculations could fly freely.

The sleeve not only encased the glans, but also pressed lightly against the tender and highly sensitive shaft skin beneath the corona; gossamer-thin skin that was usually hidden behind the protective foreskin. Even the lightest contact in that formerly untouched part of his penis, made Jesse squirm and clench his balls.

Jesse looked down at his groin, helpless to prevent his uncle from prepping him like a bull at a stud farm. His malformed leg stumps stuck out, forming a 90-degree angle at his groin, and beneath, his balls, each held within a claw. He could see his fierce boner protruding at 90 degrees, and held in place by the massage wand.

Frank reached down and turned on the massage wand. New sensations added immediately to the ones in Jesse’s rectum, along his gooch, and in his testicles. There was a delicious buzzing as the dimpled sleeve vibrated against his glans, but there was also a teasing sensation caused by the new electrical current. It encased his glans, like a warm mouth.

Jesse let out an uncontrolled sigh as his glans engorged with pleasure. But his uncle was not finished; using his foot, he flipped a switch on the motor. The testicle shakers began vibrating, moving forwards and backwards, each testicle moving the opposite direction to its partner.

Jesse’s sigh turned into a gasp of shock, amazed at the instant pleasure that emanated from his testicles. His gasp turned into a series of staccato gasps, as he tried to cope with the unexpectedly powerful sensation of arousal that flooded forth between his legs.

This was not a feeling in balance with the other sensations that passed through his genitals; the excitement in his testicles dominated, pushing the other feelings into the background. His nuts played a loud lead, while everything else was reduced to a gentle accompaniment. He was peripherally aware of the current flowing between his prostate, glans, and along the raphe of his gooch, but they provided erotic white noise against which the overwhelming feeling in his rattling balls demanded near total attention.

Jesse’s eyes grew wide in shock at how powerfully and totally the machine stimulated him. He panted, then whimpered like a snivelling child, but it was not fear or pain that caused his response; it was unexpected euphoria. He had thought that he could resist the machine; defying his zealot uncle’s plan for him by clenching and holding back, but the second his testicles started shaking, Jesse knew that he had absolutely no chance of withholding his spunk. In fact, he doubted he could last even a minute. Maybe not 30 sec…

And then he was spurting, launching a huge load of cream from his throbbing cock; spitting his thick wad six feet in front of him, in a series of unstoppable gushers like water from a water cannon. Jesse’s usual soft groans of pleasure were elevated into primal shouts, ripped unbidden from his vocal chords. He thrashed and thrust, as his cock continued spitting for 40 long seconds, before it finally came to an end.

Frank stood to the side, hands on hips, with an expression of grim satisfaction, watching his nephew’s inevitable response to the device he’d had built. It worked precisely as promised. Jesse’s viscous fluids lay on the grass, sliding between the blades of green, where it would soak into the earth.

“Oh my God!” Jesse panted afterward. “Jesus Christ!”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” Frank cautioned him.

“W… what?”

“I said, there’s no need to take the Lord’s name in vain.”

“Y… you’re kidding?! Jeez, I didn’t…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Jesse was cumming again, firing off another much more violent but smaller load. This time he literally blacked out, his vision fading to grey as stars swam before his eyes.

When he regained his composure a minute later, he was shocked at the way it came out of nowhere. There was no warning; no gradual build-up. He already felt insanely, constantly horny, and then he was shooting off another load. He wasn’t even sure if it was a continuation of the first orgasm, or a whole new one.

His uncle Frank had wandered off then, satisfied that the equipment was working as promised, and left him. Jesse turned to find him, his rotation greatly constrained by the claws that gripped his extended testicles. He could not see him.

“Uncle Frank please!” he called. “Don’t leave me like this. I can’t…”

He twisted and turned in the harness, willing to risk impaling himself on the dildo or falling to the ground, but he was firmly secured, and with his withered leg stumps spread wide, he had no leverage. And even as he twisted and turned, the machine continued shaking his balls, like some kind of fiendish creaming machine, preparing to milk his semen again and again, unrelenting as long as the shakers operated.

He heard no response, nor did his uncle return, instead, the only sounds were the vibrating between his legs, and the sound of summer grasshoppers in the fields, and birds in the distant woods.

He tried to reach down to his groin, but he knew that even at his most supple, his own deformed claw hands barely reached the sides of his cock; but it was beneath, where the testicle shakers ceaselessly aroused him, that he desperately needed to reach. Strapped into the harness, although his arms were free he could barely touch the light treasure trail of hair leading from his groin up towards his belly button, far less the device that pitilessly worked his balls.

What could he do? Scream? His uncle made it clear that he was being ignored, and that left only their neighbour, Luke, a man in his 60s who ran a small livestock holding. What would HE do? Free him? Call the police? Neither seemed likely. He and Frank were on cordial terms.

Jesse couldn’t believe he felt so horny. He loved to wank, but now he discovered that the feeble stroking he had used to get himself off, was a million miles short of how good his body COULD feel. Sometimes he came like a rocket going off, using nothing but his deformed hands to fumble at his cock, but he felt like he had moved up a division; no, the way he felt now was like jumping from a high school division, up to the international super league of arousal, and his brain was totally unprepared for that degree of sexual pleasure.

Jesse looked down at his groin with wide, shocked eyes. He could see his own thick cock, with the massage hood encasing most of the bloated glans. He was aware of tingling sensations in the head. They passed down the urethra standing out along the rear, thick as a finger, joining in his testicles with the currents from his prostate.

His droopy balls were shaking rapidly, their movement a blur, each one swinging a centimetre forwards, then a centimetre back; two centimetres of total travel, passing each other at the mid-point. The movement was vigorous and rapid, but not violent enough to cause him discomfort. Far from it. He would never have believed that shaking his nuts could feel so good. Of course, with his broken body, it was not something that he could ever do for himself, even if the idea had occurred to him, but he was discovering that the sensation produced a level of arousal that felt as though he was experiencing a continuous orgasm.

He tried to evaluate the motion of his testicles analytically; endeavouring to disconnect his brain from the sensations he was experiencing. He had learned from his teacher that one of the medieval English kings had practiced burning his hand with a flame so that he learned to control his mind and endure pain. The idea had always impressed him, and now the idea flashed into his head, and he tried to apply it to what he was experiencing. Feeling as though he was in a constant state of orgasm was exhausting. He growled, forcing himself to move his thoughts elsewhere; to look out towards the woods; to listen…

And then he was cumming again, and his attention was instantly yanked back into his groin. Normally, he found it distracting if anything touched his balls as he was cumming. They would retract away from contact with the floor, pulling him back from his arousal a little. But this was different. The claws definitely inhibited the usual testicular contraction response that accompanied an orgasm, but at the same time, the shaking felt as though it was applying heat, like fire in a steam engine’s boiler, forcing them to release in an explosion of unstoppable lust.

It was completely impossible to ignore; or if it could be ignored, it would take a man with far greater mental discipline than Jesse possessed. Instead, he thrust his pelvis violently, then shook his body from side to side, twisting as though he was in agony, his mouth agape in a throaty adolescent groan, as he was forced yet again to give up another load.

And so, his day continued, for the next four hours. Jesse would never have believed that his body could remain at such a continual fever pitch for even ten minutes, let alone hour upon hour. There was no pain, although the constant erection was uncomfortable, but his primary sensation, apart from the orgasmic euphoria, was a growing sense of exhaustion. Every orgasm was unstoppable, and with each one, he shuddered and writhed and moaned, sometimes blacking out, sometimes thrusting as though his body wanted to cum even harder. Then after each brain-scrambling orgasm, he had a minute or so to recover, allowing his brain just enough time to regroup, and his straining abdominal muscles time to relax, and then he was cumming again. Sometimes the interval was less than two minutes, and sometimes as long as five, but never longer. But he could never truly use that brief interval to relax because he knew that he would be cumming again in what seemed like moments.

At a little before one in the afternoon, his uncle wandered casually out to the yard carrying a mug of coffee and a smoke. He sipped at the coffee, watching Jesse writhe as he came for the 74^th time. He waited for his nephew to stop squirming, then he said, “How you doing there Jesse?”

Jesse was almost insensible with lust and exhaustion, his bare body drenched in beads of sweat, but he managed to turn partially in the direction of the voice.

“Please, stop. Uncle Frank, no more.”

His words were slurred, and it was an effort to speak.

“How many times is that boy?” Frank asked, ignoring his pleas.

“D… don’t know. Too many. Please stop.”

They were interrupted by another voice to their right.

“Howdy Frank,” their neighbour Luke said with a Southern drawl, “Whatcha doing there?”

Frank turned to see Luke.

“Hey there Luke. I’m milking Jesse. Boy’s gotten to that age, and now he’s constantly hard, leaving a mess everywhere.”

“Yeah, boys can get like that. My own boys were like walking boners for a good five years once they hit puberty. Maybe longer. Even a young man with the infirmities the good lord saw fit to bestow upon Jesse has got the same feelings I guess.”

“True enough.”

As they spoke, Luke leaned on the fence, watching the machine working on Jesse. In spite his utter exhaustion, Jesse felt embarrassed to be seen naked by the man, much less in his current condition. His face flushed crimson.

“Looks like Jesse ain’t none too happy being seen in the altogether like this. Boy’s turned redder than a chilli pepper.”

Jesse was used to being naked in the presence of his Uncle Frank; it was one of the many costs of having no legs to speak of, and arms too short to perform anything but the lightest of tasks. Bathing, preparing his own food, even wiping his ass, were all tasks beyond his ability, and he had grown up used to his nudity in the privacy of their home.

But he was still a young man in his late teens, and being seen naked by their neighbour, especially with a straining boner, and writhing with lust, made Jesse feel deeply self-conscious.

However, weighed against that, was his desperation to escape from the fiendishly erotic devices that repeatedly forced orgasms from his powerless body.

Jesse turned towards him.

“Please,” he begged to the man he barely knew. “Make him stop.”

Luke looked at him with sympathy.

“Sorry son; not my place to interfere in Frank’s business.”

Luke addressed Jesse’s uncle.

“That’s quite the set up you got there, Frank. Looks like you’re milking him like a bull. How many times has he delivered?”

“Impossible to know. Every few minutes I guess.”

“How long has he been out here?”

“About four hours.”

Luke performed a quick mental calculation, then sucked in his breath through his teeth as he realised how many times Jesse must have cum.

“Damn, that’s well over fifty times.

Frank performed his own calculation.

“Nearer eighty I imagine. Maybe even a hundred or more. I’m pretty certain I can milk the lust right out of him; if not permanently, then at least enough to give me a few months without having to clean up after him.”

“How long you gonna milk him for?”

“I thought until dinnertime, just to be certain.”

Luke made a theatrical wincing face and chuckled.

“Ouch, boy’s gonna be dry as a desert after that. His nuts gonna be the size of a couple of peanuts.”

“That’s what I’m hoping.”

“Look I prob’ly shouldn’t say this, but just between you and me, wouldn’t it be kinder just to nut the boy and turn him into a steer? Cut ‘em off clean, and his problems will be gone.”

“I offered, but he turned me down. Troublesome as they are, I’m not gonna take away his manhood without his say so.”

Luke nodded slowly, giving off wise cowboy vibes.

“Fair enough Frank. That’s the decent thing to do I guess.”

He watched as Jesse thrust his pelvis and came again. Nothing emerged from his penis, but his orgasm was undeniable.

Luke stood watching in interest until it was clear that the orgasm was past.

“Well, I guess, I’ll leave you to it then Frank. See you later Jesse.”

Jesse’s erection protruded straight out in front of him, and he looked straight ahead. He knew now that Luke would not be his saviour, and all he could do was settle in to endure many more hours of exhausting orgasmic ecstasy…

POSTNOTE

Although this story is written from the perspective of a severely disabled young guy, it is not intended to be insulting to the disabled. I have the greatest empathy for people with disabilities. But there is something undeniable erotic about having limited control over your own bodily autonomy. And disabled people deserve to be the stars of my stories too! 😊