The slow intro music had just started, and our probe shafts began to pulse and vibrate exquisitely. We each raised our heads and looked at each other with gawking mouths, and the hand-holding expanded around the room in a stadium-like wave. It was an incredible boy-on-boy bonding.
Suddenly, the music stopped. Hannah asked strangely, “What are you guys doing? What is with the handholding?”
I answered, “We 100 are all in this together, experiencing the same wonderful and scary things simultaneously, so that we will be one as brothers in arms and join physically as much as we can in all acts.”
Hannah gasped, “OH, this is incredibly beautiful! You all met only ten hours ago and have already formed a collective. My God, I can’t believe it! We will proceed.” The music continued.
Our probes started penetrating us deeper and deeper as we slowly built and built. Hannah had warned us that we would never have experienced a pleasure like this, but none of us pictured anything close. The Kyrie section started. Holy Fuck! Hannah announced, “V 3 to 2.5, V 4 thru 9 to 3”. That was it as the Kyrie sped and progressed. We all cried out collectively and simultaneously,
“I am cumming Holy Fuck! Oh, GOD! YYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS! GGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOODDDDDD AAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH” We could not stop hollering and screaming the afore phrase repeatedly in the world's greatest anal rapture. I thought I had ejaculated tremendously this last week thinking about this, as I was sure all the other boys had.
I looked down at the clear funnel during my joyous rant and all the drain tubes beneath my bobbing penis as all 100 of us felt and saw each other squirt continuously, powerful massive white cum semen torrents splashing and coating the entire clear funnel. Ounces and ounces and ounces of semen ejected from our penises with so much pressure pleasure we all had tears dripping as we moaned, holding hands and staring at each other, mouths open wide, crying in joy and disbelief. The tube flowed continuously into the semen collection river vat. We saw Axel and Michael press some wall buttons, and the warm purified mineral water started to trickle in at equal distances in tiny pipes. Within minutes, it looked like the entire central cum vat, about 4 inches wide and 2 inches deep, was at least 65% full and well mixed with the mini mixers.
A tiny robotic device lifted the tubes to our lips and faces. It was time to begin the group mixed semen re-consumption. At the same time, the Mozart work sped up with some of its most fantastic climax sections. Dies Irae started to, and Hannah, that unreal bitch announced, V3-11 will now randomly alternate in waves between 2 and 4” as we pry at the entrance, your sigmoids.
Moaning and whaling uncontrollably, I closed my lips around the silicone re-feeder as the first blast of hot mixed boy-cum hit my pallet. OH, my Fucking God! It was so sweet and salty; the texture was magnificent. It was like the best booster juice cream slushy ever! This, combined with the increased width and varying deep thrusting of the probe, was un-fucking real. Never so much rapture and sensations out of this world as my beast worked and massaged every inch of my anus, anal canal and rectum, deep to the sigmoid curve and valve. My folds and turns all spasmed incredibly, like a million times better than the best! The continuous pulsing and stroking on our prostates and seminal vesicles were so impossible.
Hannah announced, “OK, Boys, we have a person of distinction to watch on the jumbotron. It is Jason # 57 at Station 70. The system is telling me that he is about to ejaculate an incredible load. Everybody watches this hot little fuck!”
I was smiling away at Jason as he lifted his head and held his cum feeder in his throat with his tongue as his face, penis, and ass flew up onto the jumbotron. He cried out unbelievably, almost horrific. Then we all saw and heard it; I shit you not! It was a continuous powerful stream of hot white thick cum that flowed heavier and broader than a major horse piss, but it was all Jason's cum. There was a ripple wave of semen into the vat from him. I sucked and slurped my cum feeder even more frantically because I wanted to suck all his semen up before it got mixed into the collective. Jason Giggle, while holding the feeder in his mouth, also tasting his and all our mixed lovely hot semen.
Finally, Mozart was over. Thank God! It was fucking intense.
Hannah laughed and announced, “Boys, you did spectacularly, but give up a hoot, hand slap and pound for Jason. That last blow was 934ml, almost a full litre of hot scalding boy cum. Did he blow over several minutes? That is a record. The test subject's maximum blow is Axel at 819ml and Michael at 791ml. Congrats Jason!” We all gave up noise for my buddy Jason. That statement answered so much. Not only are Axel and Michael researchers, but they were the original test subjects, hence their huge cocks and balls.
Hannah spoke, “OK, Boys collective, so far, this first hour, as Mozart repeated, your average output was 675ml over the hour, with Jason having the highest %. Put this into perspective: the 100 of you just filled an oil drum 70% complete of boy-cum. Now, we will switch to slow Whiskey blues as we are about to penetrate the sigmoid for the next hour, and then we will switch it up again as we venture up the descending, at which point we will unleash the urethral prostate stimulator.”
Holy Fuck! Now our prostates were going to be busted and assaulted from inside our cocks. All of us were thinking about how soft and squishy this silicone buddy was. We were all so relaxed, holding hands and peering into each other's eyes, giving up our anal voids to the most profound penetrating pleasure ever! The varied vertebrae expanding and contracting every inch out and in and out and out was enough to make you pass out. We all gave up and became feral and beastly, riding our pleasure probes, holding nothing back as the collective of 1. This was the most extraordinary boy-connecting activity we had ever participated in.
The Whiskey Blues began, and Hannah stated, “V1-6 to 2.5, V7-13 to 3.0 and V14-16 to 3.5, V16-20 to 4.0,” and set to random alternating waves and gyrations. I thought Fuck V20! That is 20 inches up our boy-cunts! The music started slow and rhythmic, with the probe pulsing and vibrating and the verts alternating some together large and then smaller like waves, as the smooth slick, lubed silicone monolith slid in and out of our anal tunnels, now going 10” deep. The sensations and internal massage in our rectal curves turned so fucking happy!
All of us felt the probe glans pressing hard at the sigmoid entrance. Yes, we experienced some pressure and some even pain. The rest of the canal was in absolute bliss as our prostates continued to squirt, and we continued to slurp and drink our collective cum. After several minutes, it felt like the 3rd hole doorway was loosening.
Hannah said, “Here we go, boys. Take big breaths and get ready for the new world!” Oh, MY Fucking God! You never heard 100 boys lift their heads together and cry out in the most incredible screaming joy of cum. Our probes had penetrated our sigmoids and were now 12 inches deep up our anal route. Just when we thought we had experienced the best already. I will fucking tell you, once through the doorway and valve sphincter, the upper and lower sensation are exponentially increased off the fucking charts. The nerve endings in our entire pelvic floors went nuclear.
We all continued to squeeze each other's hands as we cried out and panted, watching each other's facial twisted contortions in total rapture and bliss combined with the continuing pelting loads of cum just absolutely gushing and gushing from our glans. We continued to suck and swallow as we were now hungry and thirsty, so the re-fed cum tube was like a collective energy supply, and oh, was it ever so tasty; best treat in the fucking world I could live off our collective boy-cum forever.
Hannah announced, “I am so proud of you boys, for the first night’s results are much more than we ever dreamed. You are all 13” deep and well through the sigmoid on your probes; you have all easily expanded to 4” in the lower anus and rectum at the ring opening, and about 2.5” in the colon. This usually takes weeks, if not months.
I promised you we would pick up the pace again now that we are through and will start with deep and fast fluid, widening deeper and broader as we go into virgin territory up the ascending to your splenic flexure curve on the upper left side. Watch now, your ultrasounds, what your colons can do, and the pleasure you feel as we widen against the prostate, vesicle, and cowpers. By the way, you all just added another 593ml on average, so now you have made together 1.5 oil barrels worth of boy-cum and re-ingested the collective cum mix – fucking incredible! Now get ready for Guns N Roses's greatest hits!” Oh Fuck! It starts with Welcome to the Jungle! Isn’t that the fucking truth!
Our remarkable probes went wild. We squeezed and watched the monitors and ultrasounds as our boy-cunts became straighter and elongated. I was fighting the cum feeder now, sucking wildly, and just could not seem to get enough, even though I was getting more than most. Lucas was beside me, sucking wildly. He also began to compete and suck and swallow more and more pumped cum. Eventually, the pump was re-programmed, and we were fed more. Hannah did not know this was possible, as its AI did it automatically. The dark-haired hottie to my right side was Tyler. I saw him peering down and catching on that something was up, not just our cocks.
Paradise City came on, and Hannah announced, “Here, boys! It's surprise time.” The long black urethral sound probes about ¼” thick came to life as we all watched it and our ultrasound monitors as it needed no lube with so much gushing semen. It found our glans hole and wiggled its way in. I do not know if any of us has ever had anything stuffed up our cocks.
Pretty sure not! The room Volume and pitch holler and screams of moaning joy and rapture almost blew the fucking roof off! I could not believe the most beautiful sensation as it pierced my prostate and ventured deep into my bladder as far as I could see. All were experiencing the same.
Suddenly, I felt a building massive ejaculation, one I had never achieved. Jason sensed that I was about to do a tsunami cum; Lucas and Tyler turned their heads as my entire body started to push back and raise the probe more profoundly. It was beyond pleasure. I was fucking my machine rather than my machine fucking me. I was about to show it who was boss!
Hannah screamed in euphoria, “Yes! Alex Yes! All look at Alex on the Jumbotron. He is fucking his probe, and it is deep and wide at 3” in his splenic curve 20 inches up his cunt. Now, all watch his prostate pump, and the vesicle erupts as the sound probe pulls out.”
I watched on my monitor as everyone cheered me on. Oh, My Fucking God, just how much more pleasure was there still to be tapped after tonight. I felt like a football's worth of cum was erupting.
I screamed louder than ever once my cock was clear of the sound probe, “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK! GGGGGGGOOOOODDDDD YYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK OOOOOOOHHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH!” Now, it was my turn to do the pelting raid can. I had no idea how my body made all this cum, and semen other than the re-nourishment from the collective mix was giving me all I needed to make more and more thick hot white creamy boy-cum. Rope stream and torrent gusher after gusher and more pelting loud blasts. Now Jason, Lucas and Tyler all began sucking their semen tubes like the end of the fucking world. I collapsed on my arms and funnel as I continued to be milked and milked. All around could see that my wave of flowing cum was being unevenly mixed because the three cum pigs around me were trying to re-program their feed. I was sure I had broken all the records but was exhausted!
Tyler suddenly unhooked his ankles and wrists and let go of our hands and hurried down to the semen cum trough vat, and planted his entire face in it, lapping and slurping wildly. Hannah screamed,
“Tyler No! Stop, that is forbidden!” Axel and Michael cum running and grab Tyler beside me and handcuff him to the wrist and ankle lag eye hooks. His feeding tube is pulled out. He is forcefully slid back onto his probe.
Hannah says, “Tyler, the punishment for cum thievery is extreme milking and cum starving. Your probe will now do 24” deep to a solid 4.5” the entire depth, draining your prostate for the night. There will be some blood from your anal tunnel, but it is your fault! We are almost done with the session, as it is 20 mins to 5 hours. The rest of you continue your ride and cum party.”
We did just that, and our pleasure continued to be incredible. Tyler was featured on the jumbotron, as only his probe went 4.5” wide and 24” deep to his upper chest. Tyler screamed and cried in pain as we saw pink streaks form on his bright green probe. He was running tears into the cum vat now, but we all saw an incredible volume being milked from his prostate and vesicle. Fuck! I was worried he just might fucking beat me now with tonight's record.
Hannah and her team were becoming pissed off now. The little pig Tyler stopped moaning like a little bitch; his tears stopped. Holy Fuck! He was now enjoying the machine fucking at this impossible depth and width. Although he was handcuffed again, he now started to fuck back on his probe and take it even more deeply. All of us watched and lit up! We began to cheer him on in our gurgling cum tube sucking. My God! He was fucking that massive silicone shaft almost 5” wide and now over two fucking feet deep!
Tyler arched up, almost like he was going to pull his handcuffs off. His screams of euphoria were out of this world. We saw semen burst from his glans tip with the power of piss, with a volume overwhelming the suction funnel. Axel ran over and removed the funnel, causing a bucket worth of Tyler boy-cum to splash into the cum vat river and mixer. Well, he paid us back!
Hannah said, “Your bladders are begging for release. You all can piss now and drink up each other piss-cum mix.” So we did. She continued, “Collective has produced over 250 Lites or 2.5 litres each or 2.5 Oil drums of boy-cum. The record for single ejaculations is Jason is now in third place, Alex in second with his blow at 1.023 litres and the cum pig Tyler in First place at 1.09 litres. Tyler, we will let that record stand, as it is the first night. Boys, please, you must never leave the Prostate Milking Station, and cum theft in her is forbidden. The session is over, and we will slow the machines and gently withdraw. You may stay at your station feeding until the cum vat is dry. The water will mix and wash the rest, and your feed tubes will be cleaned freshly.”
Tyler’s machine stopped, and they released his handcuffs. Axel and Michael went to help him leave first. He spoke, “I wish to apologize to the collective. I betrayed and deviated from our one being. I request more punishment. Axel and Michael, please handcuff me to the spanking bench in our BDSM quarters and use the straps to pull apart my ass cheeks, exposing my anus, testicles and penis. I wish to be punished and flogged until my ass-cheeks are red and welted and my anus and penis ravaged. All 99 of you are to penetrate me tonight with anything you want.” Michael and Axel took him away.
Hannah said, “As you wish, Tyler!” It was apparent Tyler was also a pain slut, seeing how he came from the painful pounding. We all knew this punishment he asked for was going to make him so fucking happy; it was like we could read his thoughts.
We cheered up as soon as he was gone, and Hannah spoke, “Boys, the rest of the night is wide open (pun), so you can swim or get your supper, as it will stay warm under the heat lamps. You can check out the greenhouse solarium or Porn theatre or start the BDSM and assault of each other or Tyler. It will be lights out in 4 hours as you need your rest, and we will settle into a routine tomorrow. You are not required to shower or douche tonight, and we encourage you to all taste each other’s anal residue and lube that will leak for hours and hours. My staff will clean all surfaces tonight during your sleep except for the PMS’s.”
We were off the usual schedule, which still did not tell us what longitude we were at. I know many of us would try to calculate the flight time, our speed keeping up with the sun and time progression of the hours we spent since arrival and then some confirmation of time as there were zero clocks and we were told a schedule, but it was controlled by Hannah and staff, so…who the fuck knows!
We completed our feed, and the cum vat trough was bone dry, and we were stuffed. We pulled off our probes and kissed and licked our clean ass and cunt residue from the silicone pleasure beast. It was sweet, like coconut cream pie. We placed our palms on the scanner, and the machine powered down.
As we exited, we all raved at the incredible pleasure and could hardly wait for tomorrow's session. The night was young in our minds, as our endorphins were through the roof! Nearly each of us wanted food and more exploration of the place; most were anxious to chat and work on Tyler’s sweet ass and boy-cunt; all were more than half erect or raging, dripping hard again. Teen boys! Our cocks just never go down, and we were having a nude collective 100 boy-cum blast; 364 days to go!
