A hot straight breeder is abducted and milked for his potent sperm in this gay bondage story from GuysGoNakieForMe.
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Baby’s Incorporated - Part 1
by GuyzGoNakieForMe
Series: Baby's Incorporated
At the bar, Mike Capiletti was buying another round for his old frat buddies. This was a reunion of sorts. He hadn't seen his college bros for nearly ten years. Compared to some of his friends, he still looked pretty good -- full head of curly black hair, still ripped. Sad to see how some of his buds had gone to pot.
"Here you go, you good for nothing fuckers," Mike laughed as he brought the pitcher of foaming beer back to the table.
"You sure the wife is gonna let you stay out late, you pussy-whipped bastard? You got what, five kids now?"
"Six!" Mike said with pride, "four boys, two girls".
"What the fuck, are you trying to do, grow your own softball team?" And the table laughed.
From behind them a man in the shadows perked up. Had he found his target?
"You know me, guys, I like to fuck! I can't help it if I'm my sperm's super-potent."
"Tell me about it! At college you knocked up a half dozen girls. You kept that off- campus clinic in business!"
"I never could be bothered to wear a rubber. A dick my size gets strangled in one of those things!"
A few minutes later the guys at the table said they had to get going -- their wives weren't nearly as forgiving as Mike's. He walked his friend's to the door giving the mysterious stranger at the next table the chance to drop two tablets into the one mug at the table still half-full. The shadowy figure hung out just long enough to make sure Mike Capiletti downed the beer. Then the stranger went to the parking lot, climbed in his nondescript van and slowly circled, waiting.
Mike wiped the foam from his lips grabbed his jacket and headed to the parking lot. His head ached and the pavement was starting to spin. As he got to his car he fished into his pocket for his car keys, fumbled and dropped them. When he stood, he didn't even have a moment to react to the pungent rag being held over his nose and mouth before he lost consciousness.
When he came to, the room was bright and very warm. The thermostat had to be set to 80 degrees, and sweat dripped down his bare chest, pooling in the ridges of his abs. Where the fuck was he? And how did he lose his shirt. Not just his shirt. He was naked. He tried to move, but his wrists and ankles were tightly bound.
"Yo!" he called out to no one in particular, "what the fuck is going on???"
"Good, you're awake. Welcome to the clinic, Mr. Capiletti."
"Clinic??? What clinic???"
"This is a highly exclusive clinic, Mr. Capiletti. A highly exclusive fertility clinic."
Mike laughed. "The last fucking place I need to be is a fertility clinic. I'm plenty fertile!"
"Oh, we know that," the mysterious voice continued, "that's why you're here. You see there are other's who aren't nearly as … blessed. And they are willing to pay an awful lot for the seed of a man as handsome, physically fit and potent. You see, Mr. Capiletti we are going to use you … or to be more specific, your cum … to satisfy some very rich clients."
"Not interested. I already got too many kids. Besides, what do I get out of this?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing. Oh, that's not exactly true. You get dozens of orgasms as we force-milk the cum from your over-productive nuts, but that's about it."
"You're going to… milk me?" Mike said with a gulp.
"Oh yes, Mike. I can call you Mike, can't I? We're going to milk you like a breeder stallion."
"You're fucking nuts!" he exploded, and tested the restraints.
"Now now, Mike, you're only going to get agitated and we don't want that." A whirr of mechanical sound and the restrains were pulled so that Mike could not move his arms or legs at all.
"We let you have a little give with the restraints so you'd be able to thrash with each orgasm, but I suppose you won't be cooperative so we have to remove that little 'perk' from you. We need to get you prepped."
The doctor stepped from the shadows, tall, lean, with a shock of wavy blond hair and stylish glasses. He rolled a tray forward, that contained beakers, bottles and brushes.
"You see Mike, we've already given you a mild sedative -- that's what allowed you to offer you our hospitality. We dropped it in your beer mug. We also supplied you with a highly concentrated dosage of Viagra -- one that should take effect at an accelerated rate and keep your penis hard for hours."
Mikes face flushed red with anger.
"Before we hook you up to the milker, we need to get your cock hard, and to apply a topical dosage of the Viagra for good measure."
"And how are you gonna do that, faggot? You gonna suck my cock?"
The doctor took off his glasses. "As a matter of fact, Mike, I am. But first things first."
The doctor gently traced his fingertips over Mike's smooth chest. Mike flinched in disgust, and was rewarded with a harsh stinging back-hand to the face.
"It's unfortunate that you provoked that response Mike. Let's try this again."
Once again the doctor cupped Mike's perfectly rounded peeks in his palms and caressed them. Though Mike Capiletti blushed, he said and did nothing to stop this manhandling.
"Yes," the doctor whispered, feeling Mike's nipples stiffen under his palms, "I can feel the acceleration of your heartbeat. Your blood is flowing faster, Mike. The Viagra is coursing through your veins." With that, the doctor gently pinched Mike's tit-points between thumb and forefingers and Mike let out an exhale of breath.
"Good, good," the doctor said clinically before covering Mike's left nipple with his mouth and sucking softly. His tongue circled the point, then flickered over it before switching to the right nipple.
Mike squirmed, but would not allow himself to admit to any pleasure. The doctor removed his mouth, took a small sable-haired brush, dipped it into a beaker of viscous blue liquid and painted the stuff onto Mike's nipples. As the air hit the wet, Mike felt the sensation of both icy cold and burning heat emanating from his nipples as the breeze blew across them.
"That's Viagra in liquid form, Mike. Actually it's more of a paste. But it will drive your nerve-ends crazy with desire -- which of course I will ignore," said the doctor with an evil smile.
The doctor began to trace his tongue down the wash-board eight-pack. "I can taste the Viagra in the salty-sweat on your body, Mike. That means it's already coursing through your blood. I only hope I'm not affected by ingesting it," and again the doctor smiled.
Finally, the doctor was kneeling at Mike's bound feet. He traced his palms up the pillars of thigh, dusted in black fur, and cupped the bound man's fat balls in his palms. "They seem exceptionally full, Mike."
"They're always like that," Mike said with cocky pride.
"Not for long, my friend, not for long"
The doctor traced his tongue over the low-hanging nuts till they glistened, then worked his way up to the bound man's cock which was already hard. He licked up one side of the uncut 8 inch dick and down the other, and then kissed his way from the underside to the knob. When he reached the tip, using JUST his lips and tongue, he peeled the foreskin back. Once retracted, he gripped the crimson knob in one hand and reached for the sable brush. He painted the cock-head with the Viagra solution, using slow, teasing brush-strokes. Unconsciously Mike shifted his hips forward to meet the brush each time, mixing the blue liquid with his own pre-cum.
The doctor gripped the shaft with both hands, and Mike started fucking his palms, unable to control his reason. "Yes, Mike, yes, is that the way you fucked all those girls you impregnated?", the doctor asked as Mike edged himself closer to orgasm. Just as his cock was turning an ungodly shade of purple, the doctor released the cock, and Mike slumped backward in frustration unsatisfied, his cock still rock-hard.
Now the doctor rolled a cart beside the prone adonis. He lifted a rubber sleeve, connected by wires to an apparatus, and with a clear tube at the end. The doctor dripped lubricant into the sleeve and slipped this over Mike's penis. He flipped a switch and suction in the sleeve pulled the rubber tight as a second skin over Mike's massive cock. Every contour, curve and vein was clearly outlined. Another flipped switch, and the tube began to heat up slightly, keeping Mike's cock as warm and wet as if it were in the moistest pussy he'd ever fucked. A final click of the dial and the sleeve began to grip and release…grip and release…grip and release, as if Mike were truly being milked.
Mike bit his lip, determined not to show the doctor how good this felt, but the blush on his cheeks and chest betrayed him.
"There are five women on five gurneys in five different waiting rooms, Mike, each connected to tubing that leads from your milking machine. They can see your face, Mike, your sweat drenched body, and they are spreading their legs for you, waiting for you to seed them, and to pay me $100,000 for the privilege. And an hour after that, five more women will be prepped. And then another five. And another five. You will lose track of the orgasms and of the children you are creating."
The whirring machine began to pick up speed.
"Why not just let me fuck them, " Mike moaned, every muscle beginning to tighten and flex.
"These women don't want your low-class cock inside them, Mike. Just your powerful sperm. We'll leave that beautiful, if somewhat classless cock, for your wife."
Mike began to buck forward into the sleeve and the doctor took his place on his knees, taking both of Mike's nuts into his mouth. He suckled and slobbered, feeling the balls fight to rise up tight.
"Oh, Mother of God," Mike moaned, feeling his cock finally, blissfully release. Nine thick cumblasts erupted into the tubing, which was then propelled pneumatically into the first willing recipient who moaned as she felt the white-hot cumload erupt inside her deeper than any cumload before. Smiling, beatifically, she knew she had just been seeded.
As the horror of what he had just been forced to do came to his head, the milker was removed from Mike Capiletti's dick. He didn't have much time to think about it though, as the doctor tongue-bathed his still erect cock lapping up the last precious remnants, before slipping a freshly lubricated milker back over Mike's cock.
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