Author Note: Cross over from the story called "The Merboy" All Characters will join for the Assgasm at the TAP Xmas Eve cum party.
After cleaning up the APMT and washing the dildos and all our sounds and BDSM shit, we all hopped into the designated king bed. This time, on the other side of the room for a change, close to the showers and APMT. Everybody removed their cock cages and placed them in the self-cleaning sanitizing drawer. Everyone had decided to leave our leather gear on the APMS chairs in the APMT. Cock caging is a lot of fun, but after 6 hours or even a day, it is nice to let one’s big cock burst out.
Tyler and I had not had any sex contact for a few days. Although we were all exhausted, Hannah asked Tyler (11” +) and I (10.5”) to double fuck her asshole while she sucked off Callum. Hannah mounted her asshole on me as I laid down in the middle of the King Bed. Tyler came from behind her in a doggie position and slid his substantial perfect cock in on top of mine. Fuck, this cock thrusting together felt so incredible. Callum being the smart Ginger Twink, stuffed his cock and balls deep up Hannah’s throat so that he could squat and lower his boy-cunt to my face and lips. Fuck he was such a sweet boy.
As Hannah pounded back her asshole on My and Tyler's pistoning cocks, Callum pushed his cunt deep into my mouth with just enough room for my nose to breathe, watching his beautiful back and long red hair. This is Heaven! I loved eating a boy's asshole and sucking out all the coconut lube from the probe pounding. It must be something in the food or water that we seemed to have 24-hour erections when we were not cock caged. Much the same was happening throughout the room, with all 104 of us doing some spit roast double penetrating. Within minutes we miraculously all ejaculated into the mucus-orifice that surrounded our cocks.
What I enjoyed most about this was not just cumming deep up Hannah's asshole, but my tongue was so far up Callum’s Boy-cunt that it was directly on his prostate, and I could feel every incredible pump and squirt as he filled Hannah's throat. The entire room again was moaning and groaning as all were orgasming. Hannah sprayed her jizz all over my chest, stomach and thighs as she screamed the usual with us, “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH YYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSS FFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK CCCCCCCCUUUMMMMMMM YYYYYEEEEEESSS!” We hollered similarly.
After we all pulled off and out of each other throughout the room, TAPAIR announced, “Twinks, for the continuation of level 8 tomorrow and the next 13 days, with the 100 Twinks on their probes, it is required that all Twinks must fall asleep with at least two other boy’s hands and arms deep up their anal route past the elbows, or in later days a few of the dildos, Enjoy. Please rest for six hours as it is 3 AM and wake time is adjusted to 9 AM to get back to schedule.”
We lubed our arms copiously. Hannah slowly and gently inserted one hand and arm up my boy-cunt and then the other. It was beautiful, and a wave of peace and pleasure washed over me as we all drifted off with our cunts filled and glands being massaged. I had my two arms deep up Callum, and Callum had his in Tyler and Tyler, then, of course, in Hannah, so all Twinks on a bed were on their sides in a circular position with two hands and arms deep up their assholes massaging all night those incredible caverns and pipes and glands and nerves of another lover or boy beside them. We did fall asleep, sort of. Hannah brought me to many excellent cum gushing ejaculating orgasms through the night, as I did to Callum. Tyler was right; she knew a boy’s insides like a thoracic and abdominal surgeon. We tried to squirt as much of each other's Cum and jizz into our mouths but easier said than done in the circle fisting, trying to sleep…sure…yeah…right!
Through the night, at some point, all 104 of us had to get up for a piss or two. When we were gone, the double-fisting circle would close, and whosever ass was empty and arms free, they plunged in and replaced the off-and-about pisser. Once returned, the fisting circle opened, and they were encircled and connected back in again as they had been before, with their two arms up another boy's cunt, and another boy's two arms up their cunt – Rapture and Heaven!
Again, the best part was not only the sex and orgasms with nothing held back, but being nude all the time was just so perfect. The one time I went to go for a piss, I saw Justin and Sawyer pissing and douching on each other. Just little feces on their chests and stomach, followed by lovely overflowing piss on their faces and throats. It was so perfect to share all normal bodily functions and enjoy and embrace them with each other so lovingly. I could feel that soon, a significant piss and scat party was in the works, and the storage recirculating freshening tanks were near capacity.
TAPAIR woke us up a little later, near 10 AM local time. I think the AI, Hannah, and the staff sensed that we knew exactly where we were, but it did not matter much anymore. For once, TAPAIR chose Debussy, Clair de Lune, for us to wake up to, which is friendly and peaceful.
Suddenly, I had a hunch! Although it might break our ears and drums and split our heads wide fucking open, what if each section of the probe was set to different music selections. We seemed to have focused on the 48” probe divided into four sections, each concentrating on the four main sections of the anus to the cecum, where we soon would experience the Assgasm at Austin's direction. Technically, you could do 48 musical works, one for each articulating vertebra! Fuck – No! We would need earplugs as it likely would just sound like a blaring pipe organ with every key and pedal pressed altogether (Yes, I tried it in real life…best with liquor in one hand and weed in the other! – Fuck what a trip, though – Hot Box Worthy!)
Slowly, we all rose and gently pulled our hands out of each other’s rectums (It reminded me of John Candy in Trains, Planes & Automobiles- hilarious!) We lightly kissed our bed lovers, and all proceeded to the showers. Hannah and the staff retreated to their private quarters for showering/fucking/douching.
I want to suck and fuck more with the Ginger Twinks; in fact, I want us to do a massive 100-boy orgy as we did on the plane, where each of us is connected by mouth, anus, penis, or hand. So many boy-on-boy sex combinations and lovemaking still awaited us, and we had just scratched the surface with each other in these first beautiful weeks.
We anal-douched with little feces, and some fun shit play erupted, so it was a signal that the boys were all so comfortable with their bodies, fluids and feces that I think that next weekend we would do a 100-boy piss and shit party at the lagoon in the Solarium Greenhouse. It was self-cleaning. I think the waterfalls could also empty all the full piss and cum tanks onto our perfect bodies. It would be a weekend surprise, followed by disinfecting vodka (of course)!
Breakfast was slightly varied, with many healthy plant-based proteins, fruit, nut and seed ground fortified bread, and dairy. The food and drinks were world-class. I was not surprised, but as soon as one's belly was full and thirst quenched with coffee, juice and litres of water that we all knew we needed to survive our sexcapades, sex of all kinds began. So gorgeous we all were naked with our dripping massive erections and perfect ripped twink bodies. Fuck! We are so fucking hot!
TAPAIR announced, “Alex and Twinks, may I suggest, seeing as it is 11 AM, a one-hour swim in the Grotto Pool, and we will commence the next Anal Prostate Milking Session at Noon until 6 PM.”
I answered, “Sounds good, TAPAIR!” We 100 Twinks headed for the incredible Gotto pool, which we loved. Not too much sex erupted as we were saving our semen for the machine probe milking. Light oral and rimming intermixed with teen horseplay and nice boy fun! And I could hear Hannah’s voice again at the conference with Josh & his crew. We did not bother going to the air exchange cave as we knew the end game now. I listened underwater for a while, and it sounded like she was singing our praises; he was glad they had experienced the probes. Josh hinted that he hoped someday that he and a bunch of his boys would be invited to have a getaway, Assgasm. It seemed he and his boys had all experienced it, but with long-term anal everything and multi-hand fisting triggering the appendix and Assgasm. They had never ridden the probes. It was clear that the Anal Prostate Milking Probes were the ultimate form of achieving the Assgasm. I thought it might be easier to suggest that Austin commission some probes and distribute them to certain global parties, entities, etc. It might loosen up a lot of tight-ass folks, that is for sure!
After a nice swim at 11:55 AM, TAPAIR announced, “Twinks, please proceed and take your station in the Anal Prostate Milking Theatre.” Again, we all knew from the AI connection what station we would be at today. I was at #63 on the left side, 1/3 of the way up. My Probe colour was a fantastic bright red with a pink marbling. We did the usual probe worship and greased the four-foot shaft with dripping oil lube. We donned the leather gear left there yesterday and will now share it.
Hannah, Axel, Michael, and Lisa arrived very happy, and we all had a new understanding of our place and goals. They were so grateful that we shared our silicone pleasure beasts; they would never forget it!
The 100 Twinks (me included) entered the APMT when the doors opened. They opened with TAPAIR, sensing that most of us were in order and ready to commence. As I was licking and caressing my 4 ft lubed silicone probe that was so sweet with the boy cunt juice and coconut oil that had built up on it for weeks now. We were excited, but Lucas, Noah, Lance and I would finally experience level eight for the first time. So engrossed in our four-boy orgy yesterday that we tuned out when the probe vertebrae counter-rotated and spun in random alternating vertebrae sections. This would feel incredibly deep in our bodies. We overheard many of the boys raving about it in the morning shower douche.
Once we were all leathered up in our milking chairs, our feet latched into our stirrups, and our arms ready to reach out to one another, Hannah began, just as most of us were sliding our probes up our cunts with great sighs and gasps of relieving pleasure. Those cunts were starving and famished today!
“Alex, as partners in this pleasure venture that you so gracefully and generously shared with our staff, you are in control and choices for the entire six-hour milking today. Staff and I will walk around behind you boys, make notes, and assist TAPAIR in identifying boys of exception and brainstorm ideas on how to maximize and increase your pleasure and semen output if that is at all possible.”
I answered, “Thanks, Hannah. I want to mix it up today, but I like how the Hans Zimmer movie works. I want section 1 to sync with Interstellar, 2 to Davinci Code, Chevalier de Sang Real, 3 to Pirates of the Caribbean, and four back to our rhythmic string Dark Knight Rising Trilogy.”
Hannah asked, “You mean each section will react to different music works, and we will play them all simultaneously?
I respond, “Yes!” There are gasps and oh Fucks throughout the room, with many boys so excited yelling; Wicked, brutal, brilliant, un-fucking real dude, fabulous, Fuck Yeah, etc. etc.
I continued, “TAPAIR section 1, V1-12 to 4”, section 2, V13 to 24 to 5”, section 3, V25 to 36 to 7” and section 4, V37 to 48 to 9.33.” The boys repeated their previous statements, similar to the variation sync to music announcements. I looked around and found Lucas nodding and smiling on the other side at station #38, Noah was up the other way at #33, and Lance was on my side right across from Noah at station #67. We were smiling, knowing that since all knew us well from the live porn yesterday, we had to exemplify and place well today with super-ejaculations. I noticed a lot of boys down in the Grotto pool were tanking up a few minutes before TAPAIR's anticipated announcement, with several litres of the fresh mineral water that flowed from the natural springs dripping everywhere. Massive hydration was required to make so much semen and powerful boiling squirting boy-cum.
Hannah said, “I see green across the board, Alex and TAPAIR, so hold hands, boys, and if you are all good, we shall begin.”
I replied, “All are good to go. TAPAIR, our huge cocks are well, pointing up through the padded arch, ready to start the cum-wars; begin, please.” Our cunts were so well loosened now that each boy started with the probe already about 14” deep up their cunt well through the sigmoid to the start of the descending colon. The 2-inch starting thickness was the size of most of our cocks, so many moans and groans of pleasure before when we were all mounting. Many boys started to ride a bit, anxiously wanting to get going. Our uncaged cocks today were all over 10”, with those of us that arrived here with larger penises now approaching 12”; we held hands and smiled away at each other.
One thing I did not think of was that with all sections engaged simultaneously to accomplish the four playing musical works, TAPAIR would be trying to get 100% of the probes in us as soon as possible. The music began, and the pleasure was unbelievable, as always. All 100 Twinks were so happy that we had progressed to take a 4” width deep into our ascending and then increase out to our anal ring and rectum. At 9+ inches, our boy-cunts and rosebuds were so beautiful and so wild.
TAPAIR made the usual announcements, and very soon, the 100 of us were squirting and spraying semen shots all over each other across the room. The cum vat lowered and expanded, and the refeeding tub was brought up to our face as usual. Such a relieving moan bellows throughout the theatre when that hot creamy mixed boy-cum hots our lips and throats, the best food ever!
Within the hour, the four works I selected started playing, and the vertebrae began to pulse and rotate, spinning or counter-rotating in each direction, pounding further and deeper, wider up our cunts over 3 feet of depth.
I am not going to repeat the euphoric, voluminous ejaculations, but the six hours were an incredible pleasure climaxing in our rosebuds expanded to over 9”+; each of the 100 of us was blowing well over a litre of semen each hour. So much of it was mixed with our group's well-hydrated pissing that it made the sweetest ever creamy citrus cum mix. We sucked up litres of cum and piss with a cumming out of the desert thirst and suction stronger than a sewage vac truck.
The rest of the next two weeks became routine in the APMT until we would hit Level 9 on December 11th, two weeks before Austin and Jake were to arrive for the Xmas Eve Assgasm orgy. However, when we were not on our 6 hours of Prostate Milking rapture and bliss, we were either eating, drinking, sucking, fucking, fisting, Dildo pounding and BDSM galore; Yes, some swimming sex in the Grotto Pool and good sex mixed workouts in the Solarium Greenhouse enjoying the stars of the Greek Gods and northern lights.
We slept…some…but were finding that we needed less sleep and felt better without it as our group boy-cum became essential and craved like vampires' thirst for blood. All of us became emphatic about ensuring the cum tubes deep in our penis and prostates and side Velcro bags were always collecting our dripping semen when we were not squirting and spraying in the APMT or a boy's ass or throat. We were so addicted to boy-cum that it became commonplace to see many boys running around and randomly grabbing the valve-controlled straws from our semen bags and slurping and sucking away at another boy's cum-bag.
The semen and cum warming cupboards never had cum bags that were more than a few minutes old, as many boys went into semen withdrawal if they did not have ounces of boy-cum swallowed every hour; it was beautiful the constant cock sucking and cum eating, even wild rimming and suctioning cum out of random assholes - so many boys - so fucking happy! This was our new life, and it was so much better with no fucking electronics and no (total zero) social media crap; peace and Joy for all our boykind; all that mattered in our lives was boy-cum and more boy-cum.
Level 9 in the AMPT was a great addition with the cooling and warming sensations with periodic electric shock plays that got the semen blowing with the electro-sex play. The Probes were now going 45” deep, curving around to almost the cecum; our anal rings were over 10+” wide at the end of section 4 of the Anal Prostate Milking Probe Stations.
The boys all took turns selecting the music, and the interactive light show was phenomenal. TAPAIR continued his predictable ratings and achievement announcements for anything measurable. We loved it so much that we were dying for the 12 hours of semen milking and Assgasms on Christmas Eve with Austin and Jake.
Very later on the evening, near midnight of the wild, bright full moon, Dec 13, 2024 (Friday the 13th), I enjoyed being in the middle of a spit roasting with myself, mounting Lucas and facing him as he lay on the bed. Noah entered me from behind, so both boys had over 11” penises deep up my boy-cunt in great dual piston jackhammer butt fucking. I was getting pounded wildly. Tyler had his nearly 12” cock in my throat, and Lucas was eating his asshole clean out like it was the last supper. Jason and Zack had wiggled their heads in between my stomach and Lucas's chest so that they both dual-licked and sucked all the orgasmic cum squirting out of my foot-long cock. I was in total bliss and rapture as the primary receiver of all this incredible pleasure.
In my trance-like orgasm climax plateau, Austin came into my mind and communed with me.
Austin: My Dear Alex, I'm so sorry to bother you in your beautiful five-boy spit-roasting, but I have incredible news.
Alex: I am always happy to commune with you, Headmaster Austin.
Austin: I will arrive on Dec 22nd with my Twin Brother Kai, Supreme God and Trident of the Sea, and his newfound lover Adam from the Logy Bay Ocean Research Centre. Kai is a Merboy Hybrid with incredible supernatural shape-shifting abilities; You boys will experience so much joy with his plethora of penises and tentacles.
Alex: Are you fucking kidding me! Adam - from Logy Bay…like Adam Aiden Williamson?”
Austin: Yes, I know he is your first cousin; your father is brother to Sheila, Adams's mother. Kai and Adam, for all intents and purposes, are brothers who share no sperm, eggs, or DNA.
However, as part of the experiment that produced Kai, Sheila implanted his Zygote-embryo in her uterus some 18+ years ago. Kai was hidden in the lab at the centre until this past summer when he thrust himself into Adam. The two of them are fantastic lovers, and Adam has also grown his penis to nearly a foot long and just achieved the Assgasm earlier this evening, so I am picking them up next week in my mini-sub. I will come into the Grotto pool some 70 hours later after Jake and I spend such sexy days with them. We should pop up through the Sea-lock that TAPAIR will control with me also in or about
Alex: That is fucking hot, and you know already I have always had the hots for Adam. I am anxious to suck, fuck and fist him wildly and devour his cum and cunt!
Austin: Yes, as I have been anxious also to suck, fuck and fist my Twin Brother Kai wildly and devour his cum and cunt. Jake and Michael (Hannah's staff) were high school lovers so that it would be a fun reunion; Axel and Hannah are also lovers in private with an open relationship.
Alex: That sounds like incredible cum-fun. I think the four of you should fuck and fist all 100 boys in a Grand Welcome orgy.
Austin: Yes, that was the plan. Perhaps have the boys go cum free for 48 hours before so we have massive ejaculations in the evening of Dec 22. You best try to create a cum bank and vault to feed the boys for 48 hours beforehand. Easy Math says you each need to swallow 1 litre of Boy-cum per hour, so you must make an extra 4800 litres of stored Boy-cum in the next 6 days. I will contact Hannah and TAPAIR to facilitate the mass semen storage and production. Each boy needs to store 10 ounces every hour and create a 1-litre bag to be stored every 3 hours in addition to keeping up with regular semen production and feeding.
Alex: Understood Headmaster. We are all very excited about the Cum-Happy Holidays.
Auston: Speaking of excited, you’re about to have a significant cum so chat later.
I was suddenly brought back to my spit roasting as Tyler was blowing ounces of creamy hot boy-cum down my throat and felt an incredible orgasm ejaculation from my penis matched precisely with both Lucas and Noah shooting cups of hot cum deep in my boy-cunt pelting on my inner left side – fucking heaven.
I screamed and gagged on Tyler’s blowing cock, “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!”
It was another colossal orgasm ejaculation, and Jason and Zack were there slurping up every drop underneath me as the other three in me filled my throat and ass to overflowing! God, this is Boy-cum Heaven at Holiday Time! How the fuck we were each going to make an extra 10 ounces of boy-cum to store each hour for six days was beyond me! God Help US!
