Chapter 4: Climax
Mikey came back from the gym incredibly horny. He had been working out for hours, his body drenched in sweat, his muscles burning with exertion. He couldn't wait to get home and relieve the tension building up inside him. He had been thinking about Dr. Smith all day, about the way his green eyes had looked at him when he measured his cock, about the way his fingers had felt on his skin. He couldn't stop thinking about the chastity device, about the way it would keep him hard and ready, about the way it would make him beg for release.
He unlocked his apartment door, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear Jeff's voice coming from the living room, but he didn't care.
He was too focused on the throbbing ache between his legs. He quickly stripped off his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and made his way to his bedroom. He could feel the cool air on his skin, but it did nothing to alleviate the heat building up inside him.
He threw himself onto his bed, his body still slick with sweat. He could feel the chastity device, the cool metal of the ring pressing against his skin, the leather straps digging into his flesh. He groaned, his hands reaching down to grasp the device, trying to find some relief. But it was no use. The device was designed to keep him hard and ready, and it was working too well.
He could feel his cock straining against the metal ring, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. He groaned, his hips bucking as he tried to find some friction, some relief.
"Fuck," he muttered, his hands grasping at the sheets beneath him. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body burning with desire. He needed to come, but the device was making it impossible.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the edge of the metal ring. He could feel the vibrations, the hum of energy that was keeping him on the brink of orgasm. He groaned, his fingers wrapping around the ring, trying to pull it off, to release the pressure building inside him.
The device was locked in place, the vibrations growing stronger, pushing him closer to the edge.
"Fuck," he muttered, his body writhing on the bed. He could feel the sweat dripping down his chest, his muscles tensing as he fought against the device. He needed to come, needed to release the tension building up inside him.
He reached down, his fingers tracing the edge of the metal ring, trying to find some relief. The device was designed to keep him hard and ready, and it was working too well.
He could feel his cock straining against the metal, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him. Suddenly, the ring tightened slightly given a short, sharp pain to Mikey's cock and his phone buzzed. He picked it up and saw a message from Dr. Smith.
"Mikey, I can see you're struggling, but you need to get your hands off your cock now." The text read, and Mikey's heart pounded as he realized he was being watched. He quickly removed his hand, his breath coming in short gasps.
"Dr. Smith, I can't... I need to come," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire.
"I know, Mikey. But you need to trust me. I'm here to help you," the doctor replied, his voice calm and reassuring.
Mikey took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew he had to trust the doctor, had to let him help him. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
"Alright, Doc.
I trust you," Mikey said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. He could feel the vibrations of the device, the hum of energy that was keeping him on the brink of orgasm. But he knew he had to trust the doctor, had to let him help him.
"Good boy," Dr. Smith said, his voice gentle. "Now, let's get you to the office. I'll be there in a few minutes."
Mikey nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He quickly got dressed, his body still burning with desire.
He couldn't believe he was going to the doctor's office like this, his cock hard and ready, the chastity device locked in place.
He passed Jeff on the way out. "God Mikey are you ok?, you're sweating through your ..." Jeff stopped as he looked down at Mikey's sweatpants. Mikey suddenly realised he wasn't wearing any underwear, and his throbbing erection was straining through his pants. He quickly pulled his hoodie down to cover himself, but Jeff's eyes widened in surprise.
"Dude, what the hell is going on with you?" Jeff asked, his voice laced with concern.
Mikey hesitated, not sure how to explain. "I'm... I'm going to the doctor's office. He's... he's helping me with something," Mikey said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jeff's eyebrows shot up. "The doctor? What kind of help does he need to give you that makes you look like that?" Jeff gestured to Mikey's crotch, which was still painfully hard and visible through his sweatpants.
"What the fuck is that, Mikey? You look like you're about to burst."
Mikey's face flushed with embarrassment, but he knew he couldn't hide the truth from his best friend. "It's... it's a chastity device. I'm... I'm doing some research for the doctor."
Jeff's eyes widened in disbelief. "Chastity device? What the fuck, Mikey? Since when do you wear chastity devices?"
Mikey sighed, running a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. "It's that doctor you recommended Jeff, from the clinic. You didn't get one?" Mikey's embarrassment slowly turning to pride. "Yeah, man. I'm making some serious cash doing this. And it's not just about the money, it's about... helping people."
Jeff raised an eyebrow, still looking skeptical. "Helping people? By wearing a chastity device and jacking off into a cup?"
"They didn't make you wear one?" Mikey asked. "Jeff shrugged. "Nah, man. They just gave me a cup and told me to go to town."
Mikey suddenly felt a smug sense of satisfaction, "Oh, yeah the doctor said it was just for special cases." Jeff rolled his eyes, "Special cases? What the fuck does that mean?"
Mikey shrugged, "I don't know, man. But it feels fucking amazing."
Jeff looked at Mikey's crotch again, "I can see that. But what about the doctor? What's he doing to you?"
Mikey hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell Jeff the truth. "He's... he's helping me with this... experiment. It's about... about increasing sperm production."
Jeff's eyes widened, "Increasing sperm production? How the fuck does a chastity device do that?"
Mikey took a deep breath, "It's...
it's complicated, Jeff. But trust me, it feels fucking incredible. And the money's good too."
Jeff shook his head in disbelief, but before he could press further, Mikey's phone buzzed again. It was another message from Dr. Smith.
"Mikey, I'm outside. Let's get you into the office and take care of that... situation." He quickly grabbed his keys and headed out the door, leaving Jeff staring after him in confusion.
The drive to Dr. Smith's office was a blur of horniness and anticipation. Mikey could feel his cock throbbing against the metal ring, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him.
He was so hard, so ready, that he could barely contain himself. He looked at Dr. Smith through the rearview mirror, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and embarrassment.
"Doc, I can't... I can't take this anymore," Mikey said, his voice hoarse with need.
Dr. Smith smiled reassuringly, his eyes never leaving the road. I'm here to help you."
Mikey nodded, trying to calm his racing heart.
Dr. Smith led Mikey into a small clinical room. The room was small, with a bed in the middle and straps at the four corners of the bed. There were numerous devices in the small table next to it, hooked up to a computer. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he looked around the room, taking in the sterile environment. He could feel his cock throbbing against the metal ring, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him.
Dr. Smith approached him, his eyes locked onto Mikey's. "Alright, Mikey. Let's get you set up."
"What the fuck is this, Dr. Smith?" His eyes darted around the room, taking in the various devices and machines. "Well Mikey. This is where we're going to milk you."
Dr. Smith said, his voice calm and professional. "You'll be hooked up to this machine, and it will slowly suck the head of your penis, drawing out the sperm. It's a bit uncomfortable at first, but it gets easier."
"Ok. But what about the straps?" Mikey asked nervously.
"Oh, those are just for safety, Mikey. We don't want you wriggling around too much and hurting yourself or damaging the equipment," Dr. Smith replied with a reassuring smile.
Mikey nodded, trying to hide his nervousness. He climbed onto the bed, his cock still painfully hard and throbbing against the metal ring. Dr. Smith helped him lie down, his hands gentle yet firm on Mikey's body.
"Now, let's get you undressed," Dr. Smith said, his voice low and calm. Mikey lifted his hips as the doctor pulled his sweatpants down, revealing his throbbing cock and the chastity device locked around it.
Dr. Smith's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Impressive," he murmured, running a finger along the edge of the metal ring. Mikey shivered at the touch, his cock twitching in response.
"Thanks," Mikey replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "Now, let's get this fucking thing off. I can't take much more."
Dr. Smith chuckled, "Patience, Mikey. All in good time." He reached into a drawer and pulled out a small key, unlocking the device with practiced ease.
Mikey let out a sigh of relief as the pressure on his cock eased, but the relief was short-lived as Dr. Smith wrapped his hand around Mikey's shaft, giving it a firm squeeze.
"Fuck," Mikey groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Easy there, big boy," Dr. Smith chuckled, his thumb rubbing circles on the sensitive head of Mikey's cock. "We don't want to waste any of this precious cargo."
The Doctor gave a slight tug at Mikey's cock, pulling him towards the bed.
Mikey's breath hitched as he felt the cool sheets against his bare skin. "Now lets get you secured."
Dr. Smith said, his voice calm and steady. He reached for the straps on the bed, securing Mikey's wrists and ankles to the corners. Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the cool leather against his skin, the restraints holding him firmly in place.
"Fuck, Doc, what are you doing?" Mikey asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and excitement.
"Relax, Mikey. This is just to keep you still while we work." Dr. Smith said, his eyes locked onto Mikey's.
Mikey asked nervously.
"Oh, those are just for safety, Mikey. Now let's get this device attached." Dr. Smith said, picking up a small, clear plastic tube from the table. It had a wide opening at one end and a narrow tip at the other, connected to a long, clear tube that snaked down to a large glass vial on the floor.
Mikey's eyes widened as he realized what it was for. "Fuck, Doc. You're gonna suck my cock with that thing?" he asked, a mix of excitement and nervousness in his voice.
Dr. Smith chuckled, "Something like that, Mikey. This is a state-of-the-art sperm extraction device. It's designed to make sure we maximise production." Dr. Smith said, holding up the device. "Now, let's get you ready." He lubed up the tip of the device and brought it close to Mikey's cock. Mikey could feel the cool plastic against his skin, and he shivered in anticipation. That feels weird," Mikey said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Just relax, Mikey. It's going to feel amazing in a moment," Dr. Smith replied, his voice calm and reassuring. He slowly pushed the tip of the device onto Mikey's cock, and Mikey could feel himself being slowly enveloped by the clear plastic.
It was a strange sensation, tight and constricting, but not unpleasant. He could feel his cock throbbing, the blood rushing to his groin as he was slowly sucked into the device.
"Fuck, Doc," Mikey groaned, his hips bucking slightl 10y as he tried to push himself further into the device. "That feels so fucking good."
Dr. Smith smiled, his eyes locked onto Mikey's cock as it disappeared into the device. "I'm glad you like it, Mikey. But remember, we need to take this slow. We don't want to waste any of your precious cargo."
Mikey nodded, trying to hold back his urge to thrust into the device.
I'm so close already. I can't hold back much longer."
Dr. Smith chuckled, his fingers tracing the edge of the metal ring that was still locked around Mikey's balls. "We wouldn't want that, would we? Now, let's get this show on the road."
He reached for a small remote control on the table next to the bed and pressed a button. Mikey felt a sudden surge of pleasure as the device began to move, the clear plastic tube pulsating around his cock. The sensation was intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. He could feel his cock throbbing, the blood rushing to his groin as the device worked its magic.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pressure that had him writhing on the bed, his hips bucking involuntarily.
"Fuck, Doc," he groaned, his eyes locked onto the sight of his cock disappearing into the clear plastic tube.
Dr. Smith watched him with a clinical detachment, his eyes flicking between Mikey's face and his cock. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, Mikey. However, remember this will take some time." The Dr. pushed a switch on the remote, and the sensations on the tube lessoned slightly, bringing Mikey slightly down from the edge, but no less desperate to cum. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his muscles tensing as he fought against the restraints.
"Fuck, Doc," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "I can't take much more of this."
Dr. Smith smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and lust. "Oh, I think you can take a lot more, Mikey. But I'm feeling generous today." He leaned over, his face inches away from Mikey's cock, and blew a soft breath onto the sensitive head. Mikey gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.
The sensation of Dr. Smith's breath on his cock was almost too much to bear. He could feel the heat of it, the wetness of it, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, Doc, please, I need to cum."
Dr. Smith laughed. "You're no where near your limit yet Mikey, we need those testicles full. However, we do have an unconventional method for getting you there sooner, and maximising your production. Tell me Mikey, have you ever had your prostate stimulated?" Dr. Smith asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
Mikey's eyes widened in surprise. "No, I don't think so. Why?"
Dr. Smith leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "Because it feels fucking amazing, Mikey. And it's going to make you cum like you've never cum before."
Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he realized what the doctor was suggesting. He had heard rumors about prostate stimulation, about how it could send a man into a world of pleasure unlike any other. But he had never actually experienced it himself.
"Okay, Doc. I trust you," Mikey said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Good boy," he murmured, his fingers tracing the edge of the metal ring that was still locked around Mikey's balls. "Now, let's get you ready for this little experiment."
He reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bottle of lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers. Mikey watched, his breath hitching as Dr. Smith's fingers disappeared between his cheeks, slick with the cool liquid.
"Fuck, Doc," Mikey groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he felt the doctor's fingers probe at his tight hole. "That hurts" "I'm not so.... argh" Dr. Smith chuckled, his fingers gently probing deeper, stretching Mikey's tight hole. It'll feel amazing once you get used to it." He continued to work his fingers in and out, the lube making it easier, the sensation becoming less painful and more pleasurable.
Mikey took a deep breath, trying to relax his body, to let the doctor's fingers work their magic. He could feel the cool lube on his skin, the gentle pressure of the doctor's fingers as they pushed deeper inside him. It was a strange sensation, unlike anything he had ever felt before, but it was starting to feel good.
Really good. He could feel his cock throbbing in time with the device, the pleasure building with each thrust of the doctor's fingers.
"Fuck, Doc," he groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as he tried to push himself further onto the doctor's fingers.
Dr. Smith chuckled, his fingers curling slightly, pressing against something inside Mikey that made him see stars. "That's your prostate, Mikey.
I can feel it, hard as a rock," Dr. Smith murmured, his voice low and husky. "And it's going to feel fucking amazing when I start playing with it."
Mikey's breath hitched as he felt the doctor's fingers press against his prostate, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He could feel his cock throbbing, the blood rushing to his groin as the doctor's fingers worked their magic.
Dr. Smith chuckled, his fingers continuing to probe at Mikey's prostate.
"You're so tight, Mikey. I can feel your whole body tensing up as I touch you here." He leaned in closer, his breath hot on Mikey's ear. "But you're going to love it. I promise."
Mikey groaned, his body writhing against the restraints as the doctor's fingers continued to work their magic. He could feel the pleasure building, the sensation of the doctor's fingers on his prostate sending waves of pleasure through his body. "That feels so fucking good. I can't...
I can't hold back much longer," Mikey panted, his body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
Dr. Smith smiled, his fingers still working Mikey's prostate with expert precision. "Not yet, Mikey. You're not ready yet." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, husky whisper. "But I think I know something that will help."
He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a small, clear bottle filled with a thick, white liquid. Mikey's eyes widened as he realized what it was.
"Lube?" he asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Dr. Smith chuckled, "Not just any lube, Mikey.
This is a special blend, designed to enhance your experience." He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, the liquid shimmering in the light. "Now, let's see how you like it."
Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he felt the cool liquid on his fingers, the scent of it filling his nostrils. It was a strange sensation, but he trusted the doctor. He took a deep breath, trying to relax his body as the doctor's fingers pushed deeper into him, coated with the special lube.
"Fuck, Doc," Mikey groaned, his hips bucking slightly as the doctor's fingers worked their magic.
Mikey's eyes widened as he felt the cool liquid on his skin, the scent of it filling his nostrils.
"Oh, fuck," Mikey gasped, his body tensing as he felt the lube start to work its magic. It was like nothing he had ever felt before, a warm, tingling sensation that seemed to spread from his hole to every nerve ending in his body. He could feel his cock throbbing in time with the device, the pleasure building with each thrust.
The lube was doing something to him, making him feel more sensitive, more alive. He could feel every touch, every movement, every sensation with an intensity that was almost overwhelming.
Dr. Smith chuckled, his fingers still working Mikey's prostate with expert precision. You're not ready yet. But I think I know something that will help."
He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a small, black butt plug.
It was thick and curved, designed to stimulate the prostate from the inside. Mikey's eyes widened as he saw it, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. What is that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Dr. Smith smiled, holding up the plug for Mikey to see. "This, Mikey, is going to help you reach your full potential. It's designed to keep your prostate stimulated, even when I'm not touching you." He had never used a toy like that before, had never even considered it.
But the thought of having something inside him, keeping him on the edge, was strangely exciting. He nodded, his breath hitching as the doctor lubed up the plug, the cool liquid making him shiver with anticipation.
"Alright, Mikey, let's get this in you," Dr. Smith said, his voice low and husky. He positioned the plug at Mikey's entrance, the cool metal pressing against his tight hole. Mikey took a deep breath, trying to relax his body as the doctor slowly pushed the plug inside him.
It was a strange sensation, the cool metal filling him, stretching him in a way he had never experienced before.
Mikey could feel every ridge, every curve of the plug as it pushed deeper inside him, his body tensing as it hit his prostate.
"Fuck, Doc," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as the plug settled into place. "That's... that's intense."
Dr. Smith smiled, his fingers tracing the edge of the plug where it disappeared into Mikey's body. "That's the idea, Mikey. Now, let's see how you like this."
He reached for the remote control again, and the device around Mikey's cock started to move faster, the clear plastic tube pulsating around him with renewed vigor.
Mikey's breath hitched as he felt the increased pressure, his body tensing as the pleasure built.
"Fuck, Doc, I can't take much more," he groaned, his hips bucking against the restraints as he tried to thrust into the device. "You're doing great, Mikey. But we're not done yet. I have one more offer for you." Dr. Smith said, his voice low and husky. Mikey looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice hoarse with need. "Well, Mikey. There's a study we're conducting here at the clinic. It's... unconventional, but it's shown promising results in increasing sperm production." Dr. Smith paused, his eyes locked onto Mikey's. "It involves consuming another man's cum." "What? You want me to... swallow another guy's load?" he asked, a mix of disgust and curiosity in his voice.
Dr. Smith nodded, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and professional detachment. "Yes, Mikey. We've found that consuming another man's cum can increase sperm production significantly. It's a controversial study, but the results have been promising." Mikey's eyes widened in shock. "You want me to... swallow another guy's cum? That's fucking disgusting." "It's not as bad as it sounds, Mikey. And think of the money.
You'd be making a lot more than just the usual sperm donor fee."
Mikey's mind raced as he tried to process the doctor's words. He had never considered anything like this before, but the thought of making more money was tempting. He could use the extra cash, and if it meant he could get off this contraption sooner, he was all for it.
"Who would I... swallow?"
Dr. Smith smiled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and professional detachment. "That's up to you, Mikey. We have a few options. But I think you'll like this one."
He reached for a folder on the table and pulled out a photograph.
He handed it to Mikey, who looked down at it with wide eyes. The photo showed a torso with a body that was pure muscle. He was naked, his cock hard and ready, resting against his abs.
Mikey's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his own cock throbbing in response. "I don't know Doc, I'm not gay."
Mikey said, his voice hesitant. "It's not about being gay, Mikey. It's about maximizing your production. And this guy, let's call him Jack, he's got a lot to offer." Dr. Smith said, his voice calm and reassuring. "Look, Mikey, I get it. It's not something you've done before. But think of it this way, you're helping out with a study, making some extra cash, and getting to blow one of the hottest guys I've ever seen. It's a win-win." Mikey looked down at the photo again, his eyes lingering on Jack's thick cock.
He could feel his own cock throbbing in response, the device around it pulsating with renewed vigor. He took a deep breath, trying to push aside his initial discomfort. I'll do it. But only if you promise to make it quick and painless." Dr. Smith chuckled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and professional detachment. "I promise, Mikey. Now, let's get you ready."
The Doctor starts taking off his shirt, revealing a muscular physique. "What the hell are you doing Doc.?" Mikey asked, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of panic.
Dr. Smith smiled, his eyes locked onto Mikey's. "Don't you recgonise me yet Mikey?" He said, slowly pulling down his pants revealing an impressive bulge. "I'm Dr. Smith, Dr. Jack Smith to be more specific."
Mikey's eyes widened in shock and realization. "You're... you're Jack from the photo?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I thought you were just the doctor."
Dr. Smith, or rather Jack, chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "I am the doctor, Mikey. But I also happen to be the study's... volunteer. And you, my friend, are about to get a firsthand experience of our little experiment."
Mikey's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the sight of Jack's naked body. He was even more impressive in person, his muscles toned and defined, his cock thick and hard, resting against his abs.
"Fuck, Doc," Mikey groaned, his own cock throbbing in response. "You're... huge. I don't know if I can do this. I've never given a blowjob before." Mikey admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Jack smiled, his eyes softening slightly. "It's okay, Mikey. We'll take it slow. Here, let me help you." He reached out, his hand cupping Mikey's chin, tilting his head up. "First, you need to relax. Take a deep breath, and open your mouth." Mikey did as he was told, his breath hitching as he felt Jack's thumb trace his bottom lip. "Good boy," Jack murmured, his voice low and husky. "Now, stick out your tongue." Mikey stuck out his tongue, and Jack guided it to the tip of his cock.
"Lick it, Mikey. Taste me." Mikey hesitated for a moment before tentatively flicking his tongue against Jack's cockhead. The taste was salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant. He could feel Jack's cock throb against his tongue, and he looked up to see Jack's eyes locked onto him, his jaw clenched in pleasure.
"That's it, Mikey," Jack groaned, his hand still cupping Mikey's chin. "Now, open your mouth wider. I want to feel your lips around my cock."
Mikey took a deep breath and opened his mouth wider, feeling Jack's cock slide past his lips and onto his tongue.
"That's it Mikey. Now, just think back to how you'd like your cock sucked. How you'd tell your girlfriend to do it." Jack's voice was low and husky, his breath coming in short gasps as he guided his cock deeper into Mikey's mouth. Mikey could feel the head of Jack's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly, his eyes watering.
"Easy, Mikey," Jack murmured, his hand still cupping Mikey's chin. "Just relax and breathe through your nose. You're doing great."
Mikey took a deep breath, trying to relax his body as Jack's cock slid deeper into his mouth. He could feel the thick veins running along the shaft, the smooth skin of the head as it hit the back of his throat.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax his throat muscles as Jack's cock slid deeper into his mouth. He could feel the head of Jack's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly, his eyes watering. He could feel the head of Jack's cock hitting the back of his throat, and he gagged slightly, his eyes watering.
But he was determined to take it all, to prove to himself and to Jack that he could do this. He took a deep breath through his nose and relaxed his throat muscles, feeling Jack's cock slide deeper still.
"Fuck, Mikey," Jack groaned, his hips bucking slightly as he bottomed out in Mikey's throat. "You're doing so good. You're taking my cock like a champ."
Mikey could feel the heat of Jack's body, the sweat beading on his skin as he thrust in and out of Mikey's mouth. He could taste the pre-cum leaking from Jack's cock, salty and slightly bitter, and he found himself craving more.
He wanted to make Jack feel good, to make him cum. He wanted to swallow every drop of his load, to prove to himself and to Jack that he could do this.
"Fuck, Mikey," Jack groaned, his hands tangling in Mikey's hair as he guided his cock in and out of his mouth. "You're a natural cocksucker Mikey. As soon as I saw you come into the clinic. I knew I had to have you. Have your muscles tied up, and your big cock aching to cum."
Jack's voice was low and husky, his breath coming in short gasps as he fucked Mikey's mouth with increasing urgency. Mikey could feel his own cock throbbing in response, the device around it pulsating with renewed vigor. He could feel the pleasure building, the sensation of Jack's cock in his mouth sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"Fuck, Doc," Mikey groaned, his voice muffled by Jack's cock. "I can't... Jack chuckled, his hands tightening in Mikey's hair. "You don't have to, Mikey. I want you to cum with me.
The Doctor reached back for the remote, and Mikey felt the sleeve around his cock slowly speed up. He moaned around Jack's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Jack groaned, his hips moving faster, fucking Mikey's mouth with abandon.
"Fuck, Mikey," Jack growled, his fingers tightening in Mikey's hair. "You're so good at this. I can feel your throat working my cock. It's like you were born to suck dick."
Mikey's eyes watered as Jack's cock hit the back of his throat, but he didn't want him to stop. He wanted to feel Jack cum, to taste his load. He relaxed his throat muscles, taking Jack deeper, feeling the head of his cock press against his tonsils.
He gagged slightly, but Jack didn't stop. Instead, he held Mikey's head in place, his hips moving faster, fucking Mikey's mouth with increasing urgency.
"Fuck, Mikey," Jack groaned, his voice strained.
Mikey's eyes watered, but he didn't want Jack to stop. He could feel the sleeve tightening around his own cock, and knew that this time he'd get to cum. The thought sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he moaned around Jack's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.
"Fuck, Mikey," Jack groaned, his fingers tightening in Mikey's hair. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum down your throat. You want that, don't you? You want to swallow my cum?"
Mikey nodded, his eyes watering as he felt Jack's cock throb in his mouth. He wanted it. He wanted to prove to himself that he could do this, that he could take it.
He wanted to taste Jack's cum, to feel it sliding down his throat.
"Fuck yeah, Mikey," Jack groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock sliding in and out of Mikey's mouth with increasing urgency. "You're gonna make me cum, you little cocksucker. You're gonna swallow every drop of my load."
Mikey could feel Jack's cock throbbing in his mouth, the head of it swelling as Jack got closer to cumming. He could taste the pre-cum leaking from the tip, salty and slightly bitter, and he found himself craving more.
He felt the first shot of cum hit the back of his throat. It was hot and salty, and he swallowed it greedily, eager for more. Jack groaned, his fingers tightening in Mikey's hair as he continued to cum, his hips bucking as he filled Mikey's mouth with his load. "You're taking it all. You're swallowing my cum like a good little slut."
Mikey could feel the sleeve around his cock pulsing in time with Jack's thrusts, the sensation pushing him closer to the edge. He moaned around Jack's cock, the vibrations sending shivers down his spine.