The next hour into the flight, we had all taken our first short sex breaks and tanked up on lots of water. Some boys tried pissing for the first time. Still, as we hit turbulence, we all found out that it was easy to get covered in boy piss and cum, but if you wanted to swallow, it went everywhere, and it was still fun. The pilot announced we were at 45,000 Ft or 105% of max cruising altitude. The turbulence settled and nearly disappeared. I recalled from my Geography and weather studies that we were now in northern hemisphere jet-stream territory, and the further north we went, the less likely it was to hit any stream peaks.
Hannah came around and tattooed our mid-chests and backs with our first names and the number of our contract order, so I was Alex, #90, the first boy who contracted was Justin, #1, and the last was Lucas, #100. This took her longer than I think she expected because she had to wait for the boys (each of us one at a time) to agree to stop sex for about 5 minutes. This was much harder than you think, as we all had erupted into a connected 100-boy orgy. Once we landed at the TAP Project Facility complex, she said we would be given Tattoo pens to recover each other every few days until we all knew each other's names by heart. This would take her to the last hour of the flight to complete. You could see her jizz dripping from her pussy and pubic hair. I was reminded that she looked like the stunning blond in the “Rocky 4” movie.
Hannah was not unhappy about our connected 100 boy orgy but seemed a little puzzled and shocked, seeing as on and off the beds to the floor and back up and all full circle, the 100 of us each was doing some sex act and touching the other in front and around and behind us. I was fucking Lance balls deep, doggie style, and he was eating out Jason’s cunt deeply. Jason was sucking a hot black guy off with a nice 8” cut cock. Underneath Lance was a super hot cute Latino boy trying to deep throat Lance’s huge 9.5” cock. Then some other guy behind us was eating and fingering the Latino kids' asshole.
Holy fuck! The scene alone was enough to make anyone squirt gallons of hot boy-cum for meters. The moaning and groaning of orgasmic cries were almost deafening. We could not even hear any regular plane swirling wind-wash flight sounds. In my pleasure, I still perceived that Hannah was in disbelief that we had engaged at this level together within just a few hours of the flight. I am no rocket scientist, but being an honour student with many awards in all school categories, I realized they had a preconceived idea of our social-emotional sexual progress and how they thought we would play and interact over the next year.
Finally, we started our descent. It was pitch black outside the windows. Most of us had ceased our sex acts on each other, just kissing, light licking cum drops and fondling. It was a clear starry night and was, in fact, a supermoon. The Moon is closest to the Earth's orbit about four times a year. The gravitation shift affects much of our physiology and brings powerful, energetic shifts to the human psyche.
A boy named Ibrahim, a few beds up, said, “Guys, I see water with the reflecting super moonlight. We are only a few meters above it; we are dangerously low- Holy Fuck!”
Then from behind us, Ezra said, “He is right – Holy Shit!” Just then, we heard the landing gears release and lower. We all scrambled for the windows on each side, which in and of itself was a fantastic erotic site worth a grand master painting with our hot Twink asses all huddled around the windows, fighting for a view of just where in the fuck we were or might be. Most of us could see the tops of large hills and mountains with peak-covered snow ahead. Finally, the land below appeared! In a second, we all lurched forward, causing many of us to lose our balance and fall naked, laughing into crashes and wrecks of nude, hard, dripping cock twinks.
Outside the window on the left pilot side, a massive structure came into view resembling a castle monastery-like chalet built into the side of the lower mountain area. There were farm-like silos and a massive octagon greenhouse well over several hundred meters in diameter, with amazing-coloured rainbow-like lights pouring out of it. To the far side of the main building, behind it was the adjoining massive hangar with a famous curved steel supporting roof.
Hannah spoke on the intercom, “Boys, we made it; welcome to The Twink Assgasm Project – TAP Facility! (We all applauded, hooted and hollered) We chose to begin this time of year because there will not be daylight for over 3 months until March 2025. I see many of you are smiling while watching the Aurora Borealis or northern lights currently at a mild forecast; the clear starry skies and Full Super Moon that are visible are the most beautiful and horny sexy tonight.
At peak times, we know we will never get you boys out of the solarium greenhouse you saw as we pulled in. That greenhouse supports plants and small animals, birds, mammals, reptiles and insect life from all over the world’s climate; all are safe and pose no danger to humans.
We are very far north, and the outside temperature is -21C (-6F). All the exterior windows in the main building and greenhouse glass are solid, do not open, and are made from the most robust impenetrable glass able to withstand Cat 6 hurricane winds and snowstorms. The emergency exits will only unlock if Lisa, Axel, Michael, and I enter our code and biometric scan. The facility is state of the art, costing the company and government over 500 billion dollars. (We all gasped and swore).
The Hangar appears to be sealed, pressurized and heated to 30C (85F), so we are free to disembark. Please be careful on the stairs with your half-hard dripping cocks! Proceed to the large doors that will open as you approach and enter the main dining and great room.” We all practically ran down the stairs, like a flash, ignoring her! Jason, Lance and I were about in the middle of the group. We then saw the massive 12X12FT doors slide open.
We all gasped, “OH MY GOD! HOLY FUCK!” It was incredible and reminded me of the Cathedral restaurant in New York City—massive high ceilings and flowing carved all-boy pornographic structures, statues and artwork. All of us now went to the max erection. It was so incredible and sexy horny romantic.
Axel, Lisa, and Michael come more into view. The two men were not too much older than us boys, I would say mid-twenties, and both had massive, huge cocks, at least 11” and big nuts as well. Lisa was similar in appearance to Porn star Angel White but had more petite tits and was younger.
Hannah continued, “You all see the hundreds of recording cameras on all levels everywhere that are always monitored from a private suite in Toronto by dozens of company staff. They are bonded and sworn to secrecy and your privacy. So onward, this is the dining room, which is a great relaxing room. There is no assigned seating, and you can sit at tables, booths, sofas, and sectionals with whomever you wish; open sex is also permitted, and all acts are allowed; lube here and there. Food and drink trays at mealtimes are the same for each of us; we confirmed no allergies for any. Each day, you get varied fresh fruit, Greek yogurt, and steamed vegetables, with high fine grind protein bread and a special ground vegan nuts and seeds protein mixed with sweet soft yams that have all your vitamins, health supplements, PREP, DOXY, and other meds vaccines ground and mixed in. We want nothing course or sharp to remain in your digestive tract and make it easy for fibrous cleanout, so any food or waste residue will not be a problem during deep penetrations. The side conveyors, which are only 4.5 inches high and come from a long underground mini tunnel of the same height and width as a secret building sealed off far away, deliver and remove all the trays, utensils, and plates. When done, please return them to where you got them. There is reading material, but all are limited to health, diet and anatomy books, along with much gay erotic pornography, so enjoy, but you already have each other; questions?”
I raised my hand, “Hannah, this is incredible, and my only issue is we are all so sexually excited and horny we are losing ounces and cups of semen dripping everywhere.” All the boys laughed and agreed.
Hannah smiled and answered, “Excellent, Alex; yes, we know, and that will be solved in a few days. You boys will all be fitted with Urethral semen cum tubes into your prostates that will flow into an IV-like bag that is velcroid to one of you your legs and adjustable; when full, they are easily swapped for empty new ones with a quick lock and release; the full bags will be placed in warming cupboards and added to either your meals and drinks or the re-added during the anal prostate milking sessions and collectively swallowed back you boys. The tube is easily pulled out when you want an open penis for sex if you are sure your ejaculation is going into any part of another boy.” We all smiled and continued.
“Next to the far end, we have the five elevators, each able to hold 25 people, that will take us down to the rest of the four-level underground facility and labyrinth tunnels.” Hannah and her three staff members walked closer, and they opened automatically from heat sensors, and we all got on. The next level down was 3, having left above was 4.
We walked off the elevator into another opulent grotto with black, grey, and mixed-coloured marble décor walls and floors. The massive oval-shaped vestibule had a 20-foot ceiling and three large double doors interspersed in the 40 X 80-foot expanse. Near Michael Angelo's quality, the fresco ceiling was covered in all boy-on-boy sex images and paintings. There were dozens of comfy chairs, leather couches, and ottomans, all with various-coloured leather covers. Lube stations and small white hand towels in wood boxes were strategically available.
Hannah began, “All areas on all levels are open to all kinds of sex, domination and toy use, so never be worried, and please, boys, be open to all and everything everywhere at all times. You do have a busy daily itinerary, but there are often a few extra minutes during meals and breaks and workout recreation, so fuck away!
The far doors here to the right are titled Greenhouse Solarium and Fitness. The massive iron gothic pillar-supported glass roof space is heated constantly with higher humidity, is kept at 85F, and has a soft grass running path around that comes back to the only entrance here. Interspersed in the five-kilometre walk or run are six dozen varied resistance training machines designed to work for all the boy muscle groups from head to toe. Nearby, each activity station also has coloured leather and waterproof fabric lounge chairs and large hassocks for sex activity lounging rest, watching the stars and night sky or bathing in the hot sun when it returns. Each station has many lube pots replenished regularly and a few open douching showers with a drain for extra clean times as needed. The only towels we have to dry and wipe are only 12X18 inches, so they need to be more significant to cover up, as we all will stay nude 100% of the time. Axel, Lisa and Michael do all the quick tidying and cleaning when you boys are asleep, so there are no garbage cans or paper products.
A walkway to the Grotto Pool cuts midway across the maze path. It is also accessible from the middle doors in the Elevator vestibule. Now, boys, feast your eyes on this!”
Hannah approached closer, and the massive double doors slid open. Holy Fuck me sideways! We all gasped as our eyes lit up as big as the sun! It looked exactly like the Genesis cave from Star-Trek Wrath of Khan!
“I think later tomorrow, you kids can all play in here, but let's quickly cross over to the Grotto Pool Main Doors.”
We all ran as the entire facility blew us away. We could hardly wait to see the Grotto Pool. We left her in the dust. The massive double doors opened, sensing our body's motion and heat. OH MY FUCKING GOD! We were so in awe that we froze, speechless! It was a ginormous Grotto cave cut into the side of the mountain with dripping natural waterfalls and a stalactite roof. The pool was a massive 100 X 200 Ft oval kidney shape with all-natural rock and stone and a massive patio water park with dump buckets and water features and hose machine sprayers for water fights. There were multi-coloured lights above and underwater, with many caves at the pool level and dozens of mini- to medium waterfalls with more private caves behind. There was also lube everywhere and dozens of waterproof multi-coloured lounge chairs. Sure, just like the movie, a replica of the Pirate Ship from the Goonies movie is right fucking there.
“The water is all-natural from a nearby massive spring, and all the water in this entire facility is drinkable, healthy, with controlled modified minerals; even the pool water is constantly purified, so it is acceptable for underwater sex and water pumping into your anal cavity, rectums and colons; very healthy in fact to fill you up after your main douching and great for rectal water spraying. There are other special anal-shaped hoses for low-flow warm, safe, pressure water sports and anal water spraying fights and competitions. Also, off from the pool deck and patio is the nearby walk entrance shortcut from the Greenhouse Fitness Solarium. There are open, clear glass wall sauna, steam and hot tub areas, and multiple cold plunge mineral pools, all in plain view for lots of sex acts and lube station all around.”
Suddenly, Jason takes off and runs and jumps in. Hannah and the staff are yelling that there is no time. There was no stopping us!! In seconds, all 100 of us are in the pool, causing a massive wave and splashing around. It is also about 20 feet intensely deep, so I was thinking about rock climbing and diving from some of the higher caves. Hannah and the staff threw up their hands and let us play for about 10 minutes.
Finally, Hannah yelled, “Come on, boys get the fuck off the pirate ship. You can play tomorrow! We must show you the sex theatre, The BDSM Play and Sleeping quarters, the bath and showers and finally, the Prostate Milking Theatre!” In an instant, you never saw 100 boys jump off the ship and cave edges, run for the deck and patio, and jump out as if Jaws was in the water himself! We caused a reverse massive wave, almost knocking Hannah and the staff off their feet, but it drained quickly!
We exited from where we entered. We quickly hurried across the elevator toyer, and to the far left, the sliding door opened to the sex theatre. We just kept getting more and more blown away. The entire far back wall was a massive video screen playing continuous gay porn from the FAS Website that featured the first boys that discovered the regiment and program that we are about to begin to save humankind. They were all so beautiful. The scene that was playing was showing a curly-haired small Ginger Twink with numerous piercings up and down his huge cock and massive bolts in his testicles. 6 impossible arms were fisting him, and the ejaculations looked like a raid can unleashing its contents….UNFUCKING REAL!
More unbelievable was the fact that the theatre was decorated in Victorian Edwardian décor, with gas fireplaces throughout and dozens of multi-coloured leather and waterproof sofas, oversized chairs, and hassocks providing dozens and dozens of surfaces for sex, able to accommodate all 100 of us for orgies. Each table had many lube pots ready, and a few cloths were around. This was also going to be a fun space!
We ventured quickly to the elevators and proceeded down to 2nd level. The door opened, and we were immediately in our Main BDSM Sleeping quarters; another massive oval sexy horny space of about 120 feet wide by 240 feet long. We again gasped and awed. It was built in a giant oval path formation, with red, gold and black dungeon décor, high ceilings, boy-on-boy images and mirrors everywhere. There were 17 king-size massive 4-poster Mahogany pillared sections on each half of the oval for 34 beds that would hold 102, with 3 in each. Small digital displays on each footboard displayed numbers 1-100, so that was who was supposed to sleep with who that night, plus two staff to join.
Above each bed was what looked like a large black leather sling. Hannah pressed a button on the right foot pillar, and the sling was lowered or raised from a contained pully chain system above out of reach so there was no chance of injury. Our penises were dripping like burst firehoses as she said that each can hold up to four boys. Between the beds were transparent draws full of cock cages, ropes, chains, handcuffs, sounds and tones of other cock and ball torture devices, cum tubes and semen bags. Above were hanging racks with floggers, crops, whips, paddles and canes, along with our black and red wrist, ankle, cuffs, neck collar, chest harness, and belts. These were the only attire we would ever wear, and all the same during BDSM play and in The PMT (Prostate Milking Theatre). In the middle of the room, on the raised transparent step platform maze, were hundreds and hundreds of massive Hankey Dildos, all in the largest sizes and plethora of colours, with strap-on harnesses and saddle straps available. Dozens of St. Andrews crosses, spanking benches and fuck tables also took up the rest of the space, with 50 options around, and mirrors abound.
At the far end of the oval crest were two large double doors. One set said, “Shower-Douche to PMT,” and the other said, “Personal Grooming and Kits? Hannah walked us into the PGK, which was the only spot that each of us would call our own. There was a large black composite sink 2X3 FT and a vanity with a mirror, each numbered and with our first name engraved. A side cupboard had a bar fridge, dry food, and storage above. Our toothbrush and mouthwash were electric and attached to a 3 ft flexible steel pipe that dispensed the paste and washes by pressing the button. We could get new brittle heads any time; hand soap and hair conditioners were a combined solution dispensed from the wall by pushing a button. A razor, hair trimmer, brush and comb lay on each vanity with our tiny white towels. Our bushes are of mixed style and appearance; some are triangle-trimmed or bald, and others are thick and coarse. I was dying to munch on some lovely pubic and anal hairs.
The room had beautiful multi-coloured jewel glass mosaic tiles on the floor, walls, and mirrors everywhere. Again, an oval shape with 50 stations on each side, so the length was an incredible nearly 200 feet curved, almost like anal rings and mouth lips. More leather furniture and lube posts were everywhere for sex acts.
We ventured back to the Shower Douche -PMT. This made sense; we would all need to shower after the Prostate milking. The showers were incredible and adorned with the same multicoloured glass jewels as mosaic tiles. Each shower panel station was about three feet apart, so we would be close together. Again, the room's depth was almost 200 Ft to accommodate 50 water panel stations on each side. Each panel had a few overhead sprayers and handheld units, and side sprayers with at least two other hoses with colossal metal and silicone ribbed douche nozzles about 24 inches long and very flexible. If the wall or high ceiling with massive fans did not have the tiles or as part of the shower panels, it was covered in hundreds of mirrors! All of us close together were leaking so much cum that we were sliding on the floor.
Lance asked, “Hannah, I do not see where the toilets or urinals are.”
Hannah answered, “There are none in the entire facility, Lance. Each of you has your name engraved and your number above each shower panel 1-100, just like your PGK (Personal Grooming Kitchenette. You boys may have noticed that near the bottom of each shower douche station, everywhere about 2.5 feet from the floor, is a trough-like funnel. That is where you will all piss into. If you need to shit anytime, anywhere, then you douche and point your rectum away from the shower panel station and aim at the drain-grated troughs that are wide enough for chunks but small enough not to get toes caught.
Use the douche or shower head to wash it down, and there are endless anti-bacterial soap pumps at each panel with replaceable exfoliating scrubby on hooks. You will all share in each other shit and piss and act as if it was your buddy while walking down the street with you, spit on the sidewalk; carry on like nothing, as it is a natural boy body function, and each of you will share and embrace it the same with no embarrassment or criticism is this clear!” We all yelled, “Mame, Yes, Mame!”
In a few weeks, when our fresh-kept circulating piss tanks are bursting at the end of the shower douche section here, you will all be engaging in a piss-and-shit scat party. You might think it gross, but you will cum incredibly. Your skin will look amazing after you scrub, shower extra clean, and swim in the cleansing mineral pool! You will not wear your cum semen tube and semen bags in the showers or your leather attire.” All of us were ok with this, but although we thought the toilets would be open, we were not quite expecting 0 toilets and 0 paper; at least we would never suffer from shit Klingons!
Our cocks were so hard are running cum; it was unbelievable. We nearly ran through to the end to see the Massive 12X12 Ft door at the far end shower douche area that was the entry to the APMT (Anal Prostate Milking Theatre).
Finally, the door opened, and we saw the “piece de resistance.” It was more than what any of us expected. Down a slight ramp, the oval dome roof room looked like a black and gray spaceship cargo bay with black cables on the walls and an oval walkway shared in a lip or vagina formation with 50 of the 48” ribbed beasts on each side; each articulating and rotary 48 vertebrae ribbed corrugated silicone encased probes with not one the same colour. Each vertebra can expand its inch section from 2 to 15 inches…Holy Fuck!
A massive TV Monitor was on the wall behind each station, about like a 60” TV screen that would show not just our performance stats bit we could see was zoomed into that station's rear entry video of the probe entering us and another split screen showing the front face area and the ejaculation collection cone soft funnel elongated to fit snug up to our vast penis and testicles. As promised, the slanted sunk ultrasound monitors in front so we could watch the probe inside our bodies. The clear silicone cum funnel tubes lead to a pump that emptied into a massive 200 ft long v-shaped trough with swirling mini mixers every foot. Other clear tubes vane out from the trough to a pump and then on to where we would put the tube into our mouth and throat to swallow our collective mixed boy-cum. Hanging from the ceiling, we octagonal Jumbotron TVs that Hannah could feature any image or shot of any of us being probed and milked and squirting cum or face shots or ultrasounds. The motorized base of the fuck machines was in a padded box about 1 ft by 4 FT to accommodate the 48” depth thrust and stroke.
Hannah said, “Boys, all you do is cum in with your BDSM Leather, look for your name and number on the monitor matching the display screen list outside, and once you find your matching Prostate Milking Station (PMS) machine, just place your hand on the small scanner on top of the probe housing as it will confirm you biometric from the blood samples we took; you will hear your station power up and on as the silicone shaft will light up bright. Lock your wrists and ankles to the steel eye hooks for stability and support.
The vertebrae can also vibrate and pulse on hundreds of settings as it will release more lube from internal spores. Crack open your lube pots; rub, lick, caress your shaft and beast. Grease some on your boy-cunt. Then, get in position and mount the first four inches. It is a minimum of 2” wide for each of the 48 sections that can expand to 14” wide, based on the programs I have selected. So, thicker than most of the dildos you Horney’s have been riding. So, what do you boys think…supper and then we do some milking?”
I yelled out, “Fuck supper, man! I have to get my boy-cunt on my machine right fucking now!” All the other 99 boys screamed the same.
Hannah answered, “OK, I understand and agree; you have all been on liquid diets for a few days. I will select the program while you boys do three things super fast. Have 2 litres of water at your PGK, then run and find your douche shower and wash out your ass as deep as you can. Piss and then run to your designated beds and adorn your leather wrist, ankle cuffs, collars etc. Then, look at the monitor outside that will list your PMS, run in here, and do hand, rub, lube, shaft, and mount. Once you are all mounted, we will begin the first 5-hour session. Once we start, we can’t stop.
We all sprinted crazy like headless chickens but did precisely as Hannah directed. They kept it easy, so I was Douche #90, and my PGK was also #90. Our permanent stations alternated in numbers so that one was on one side of the room and two on the other, placing me on the end stations on the left side, right near the APMT; we chugged and tanked up on our mineral water. Ran and douched; everyone, with no exceptions, was still crystal clear. Thank God these fantastic tiles seemed to be anti-slip, as there was white semen all over the floor. All of us quickly slurped what we could, especially after the douching, which caused all of us to have several flying ejaculations. We were dying later to have tons of shower, douching play, and sex in here but were anxious to get on our probe and PMSs. We ran back to the BDSM quarters and threw on our leather attire, so fast and much like a triathlon.
We then flew and scrambled to find our name, number, and PMS on the monitor. Finally, there I was—Alex—#90 to PMS #30. I ran to #30 on the right side a little past ½ halfway down. Hannah, Axel, Lisa, and Michael were all walking around with large digital tablets supported by their arms, typing in crap. The two young men were rock hard and dripping.
I pressed my hand to #30, which had my name and number on the digital display. My gorgeous bright yellow probe lit up, and the machine raised a few inches quietly. I gasped, knelt and dunked my hands in my lube. From stem to stern, it was over Eight feet long with the motor and housing. Although we were only to go 16” deep tonight, we all lubed and slicked up the entire 48” shaft. The corrugated ridges and bumps were so squishy and soft and smooth. My Penis was running cum all over like so many times higher than at any time today. I kissed and licked up and down and hugged my pleasure machine probe. The penis testicle pubic funnel seemed to sense my semen like a bloodhound and came up from the floor, signalling it was time to mount and take the position.
At that moment, the boys around me (whose names I was oblivious to) and I did the same. Our arms and bodies brushed, but we kept doing our duty. I crawled quickly up to the glans-shaped end of the probe and stuffed a cup of slick oil lube into my anus and rectum as we all saw the floor slant to the cum and semen mixing vat-like river. I pressed my hole back. The tip was already thicker than anything I had ever had up my asshole. We were all so turned on we winced a little, but in no time, I and the others all gasped and sighed so pleasurably as the glans pierced our first anal ring and sphincter. In no time flat, each of us had the first 4-6 vertebrae in our rectums and anal canal. I reached back, latched my ankle cuffs with the hooks to the eyes and did the same with my wrists. I then noted that our forearm, shin, and knee rest were the incredibly comfy memory foam covered in leather. The collection funnel was a very flexible soft edge. It now instinctively came up tighter to my lower chest and stomach to accommodate our erections, with the far end of the elongated funnel also encasing our testicles. It all felt so wonderful and comfortable and perfect for milking hours. The boys beside me were Lucas to my left, who was a gorgeous blonde with a cut cock so close to mine, and Noah to my right, equally hot with darker hair. Once we were all in place, we chatted, introduced ourselves, and shook hands as we could touch each other's hands.
Hannah announced that she was starting the vibrations and pulse. We all moaned incredibly as our first ejaculations occurred hands-free. The ultrasound monitors now came on, along with the video zoom of our faces and assholes and cum funnels. We could see our entire torso with the probe end 6” deep up our rectums on the ultrasounds and images, the same in the corner multi-split screens around the rooms. We lifted our heads and could easily see everybody rock-hard squirting cock.
I and a few others noticed that within the rigid, more complicated 1” clear silicone pipe that would suck and trickle our semen away from the cum funnel, there was something else that looked like a thick black sound and probe waiting to attack, but we were not sure. We noted our ECG BP and O2 stats. Naturally, our hearts were racing, and the pressure was very high, but it was customary for this heightened activity. All of us continued to moan and groan, and the probe had not even started thrusting yet. Jason was right across from me, about 15 feet away. We all saw semen and cum rivers begin to fill the collection river vat.
Hannah announced on the PA from her headset as the other three walked around the oval rotunda, “Boys we are green across the board. All are in perfect position, and it's a thumbs up from my team. A little surprise is that the thrusting expanding programs co-insides with music like the Bellagio Dancing fountain in Las Vegas such that when there are musical climaxes, the fountain stream would blow high and big and fast; the same happens with the speed and depth thrust, and the vertebra will expand from 2” to 4”. Yes, the AI computer is telling and showing me that your prostates have so much semen and cum, we need more intense release. Get ready, boys. Welcome to heaven; Mozart's Requiem I have chosen. here we go!” Oh God! I knew this masterpiece as many of us did; it had incredible climaxes!!
