We were awakened by TAPAIR’s voice throughout the complex, “Time to rise, wash and rinse Twinks; you will like this wake-up music.” Blasting through the complex sound system, way past safe decibels for sure, comes “Slayer – Raining Blood.” It is one of the Heaviest Metal works ever created. Oh Fuck-Off, just five more minutes, Mom! I was thinking.
I opened my eyes to Owen’s awesome half-hard dripping, uncut penis on my face. I took a little morning nibble and cleaned the night's running semen from his glans, shaft, balls and pubic hair and anal ring. He did the same to Nathan, and Nathan commenced to eat my cock and ass.
The three of us did not ejaculate because it was just going to be a morning wake-up courtesy. Gawking around, I noticed that all of us Twinks on the beds instinctively did the same morning cock and ass cleaning like a pack of wild wolves in their dens. In less than 24 hours, we had assimilated and descended into that. Hot and naked, awesome cock and body Twinks, with nothing but total no holds bared sex, pleasure and passion with two goals; eating or anally absorbing each other's massive hot white creamy cum and expanding our four feet of ass route to achieve the Climactic Assgasm eventually.
After 20 minutes, “Slayer” stopped, and we proceeded to the shower douche stations. TAPAIR is now playing on a medium volume; we can converse during “The Best 2023 Spa Music-Extended” over the system. Word spread in the shower about TAPAIR and what it/he was. All thought he would be awesome, but we were unsure that Hannah and the staff knew we knew. Perhaps the camera monitoring stations updated her or TAPAIR himself? Oh well, time would tell, and did it matter?
After most of us lathered and scrubbed from head to toe and all our genitals (Half hard) and assholes, we grabbed our douches. We washed our rectums and colons nearly all at the same time, pointing our butts to the continuous grated oval drain trough toward the centre track that encircled the entire shower stadium.
Automatically, we could hear and smell additional chlorinated water entering the drain trough and carrying away our fecal waste. Hidden above the gorgeous hanging fresco and tiled ceiling covered in Twink erotica, we could hear and feel strong air currents pulling all the moisture and odours out as fresh, warm, arctic, clean air with a sweet and pure smell flooded the massive room. Again, whoever designed this place is the world’s most outstanding Twink scientist. No expense was spared, and nothing was not considered.
Once all was cleaned and the floor spick and span, the 100 of us randomly proceeded to our PGK stations. We finished drying with our tiny hand towels and brushed our teeth with the auto-dispensing oral wash rotary brush. The dispenser for the condition and soap was fantastic, with a vanilla-citrus scent. It was a great moisturizer; many commented that our hair never looked so perfect with a salon-quality finish. One Latino hottie named Diego said he was sure it was the premium conditioner from the gay salon in Toronto called “The Bad-Boy-Cutting Salon & Eatery.” I had heard of it before but never ventured there as it was mucho dollars. Some boys trimmed and shaved and helped each other style their pubes. Naturally, more cock sucking and ass-eating erupted.
We did not know what time it was and started not to care. Hannah, the three staff, and TAPAIR ran the place with world-class resort-like hospitality. Most of us chilled on the seating, some engaging in more sex, and many of us just chatting, getting to know each other better, not just with sex.
Lucas and Jason approached Noah and I. Lucas said, “So where in the fuck do you guys think we are?”
I replied, “Well, not that it matters as we are all in 7th Heaven, but with no sun all day, we must be past the Arctic Circle or close to it with no civil or daylight. Based on our flight path, we did not see much land or water as they kept us so high in the clouds as we fucked our brains out; I am thinking somewhere around Nunavut or maybe even near CFB Alert up in Quttinirpaaq National Park or Ellesmere Island.”
Noah said, “Holy Fuck! You think we could get that far in 7 hours?”
Jason answered, “The A380 was at 105% max altitude and did max speed. Once we passed any jet streams, that thin, colder, less dense air would have had us doing possibly just under Mach speed. I think Alex is right. We are close to Alert. They would not risk us not having emergency assistance or evac if needed.” It was clear; a lot of us were pretty fucking intelligent and at the top of our classes in high school.
Other boys gathered around, and the word quickly spread. The consensus was unanimous: we were likely dozens or hundreds of KMs from Alert or thereabouts. As far as the time of day, again, who fucking cares as long as we get fed, watered, sucked and fucked. All 100 of us were in the PGK now. Sex morning grooming and oral cleansing were done.
I said, “Hey guys, how about we all stand in front of our PGK stations and introduce ourselves in 20 seconds, name, hometown or neighbourhood, date of birth.” All agreed that it was an excellent idea. I had already had sex of some sort with over a dozen boys, maybe more, and that seemed to be the average.
We quickly cycled through and had a wonderful mix of all ethnicities and backgrounds. Cock sizes cut and uncut from 5.5” to 11”. The smaller endowed boys were pleasantly surprised at the demand for their bodies. Penis size is NOT everything! As Hannah had mentioned, none of us were ugly, that is for fucking sure. I wanted to have sex of all kinds with each one of them, and it became clear that all 100 of us felt the same about one another. Our erections were at full mast, and we were raring to go! Most of us were from parts of Ontario, and about a quarter were from other parts of the country.
We would chat later about how we all ended up here, as we did not know where all the ads had been published, apart from professional medical journals.
We sounded off: 1. Justin, 2. William, 3. Liam, 4. Thomas, 5. Ben, 6. Jack, 7. Ethan, 8. Oliver, 9. Theo, 10. Ishmail, 11. Akira, 12. Adam, 13. Jacob, 14. Logan, 15. Arthur, 16. Levi, 17. Jackson, 18. Gabriel, 19. Felix, 20. David, 21. Luca, 22. Hudson, 23. Chin, 24. Charles, 25. Daniel (18th Birthday today), 26. Louis, 27. Muhammad, 28.Elijah, 29. Caleb, 30. Samuel, 31.Mason, 32, Isaac, 33. Jayden, 34. Ryan, 35. Aiden, 36. Miles, 37. Luke, 38. Michael, 39. Maverick, 40. Nolan, 41. Jester, 42. Elliot, 43. Ibrahim, 44.Lincoln, 45. Ashton, 46. Elias, 47. Kai, 48. Ezra, 49. Chang, 50. Raphael, 51. Joseph, 52. Brayden, 53. Joshua, 54. Carson, 55. Grayson, 56. Yoichi, 57. Jason, 58. Brandon, 59. Leo, 60. Zack, 61. Jasper, 62. Rowan, 63. Matthew, 64. Evan, 65. Diego, 66. Andrew, 67. Johnathan, 68. Anthony (Biggest Cock), 69. Sebastian, 70. Emmett, 71. Carter, 72. Lance, 73. Tyler, 74. Ali, 75. Max, 76. Zayn, 77. Richardo, 78. Francois, 79. Anton, 80. Cooper, 81. Chase, 82. Brooks, 83. Jaxon, 84. Jordan, 85. Abraham, 86. Noah, 87. Owen, 88. Parker, 89. Julian, 90. Alex (ME!), 91. Lawrence, 92. Aaron, 93. Dillon, 94. Harry, 95. Peter, 96. Adrian, 97. Nicholas, 98. Sawyer, 99.Callum, 100. Lucas.
Holy Fuck, we were all so cute, hot and gorgeous, standing in the vast oval, all completely naked, with our exposed running rock-hard cocks hearing voices state their contract # and name; it was beautiful for the first time. I reached out and grabbed Julian and Lawrence’s penises on either side of me. Again, we all joined and held the penises of the boys to either side of us and had a moment of silence, smiling and looking intently at each one of us. It was like a morning offering, presenting our bodies to one another for the taking of unprohibited pleasure with no rules or bounds like newlyweds.
Not one name is the same. We thought it was done purposely for safety, identification and tracking progress. The giant penis was Anthony # 68. Fuck he was gorgeous. He is about 6 ft 2” and 165 Lbs of ripped-wired thin, lean muscle. He must be well over 10” cut, I swear, maybe even 11” and fucking thick, like 7” around his base, and a big soft pink glans. Almost 25 boys were between 5.5-6.0”. Fuck! They were so cute, adorable and hot. One of the smaller cock ones was Daniel #25. We could tell Anthony was crazy about him as they stared at each other the entire time. All of us were dripping, picturing Anthony putting his vast massive cock balls deep up little Daniel’s Boy cunt, causing that 5.5” cock to squirt cum incredibly.
I said, “Twinks, before we eat, Anthony, would you please give us the honour of Breeding 18-year-old today's birthday boy Daniel like a pre-meal prayer? The rest of us will stroke and rub each other's cock and not ejaculate as we edge and build this morning for our Anal Prostate Milking Session?” A few of us had heard they allowed Daniel, the youngest, to join as he was within a day of his 18th birthday, and his open and supportive parents worked in the College Sexual Health Clinic.
The two boys ran to each other in the middle of the room. Daniel got on all fours. Anthony ate his boy-cunt aggressively. That sweet 5.5” cock was so beautiful and erect with a solid thick white cum rope chain from his slit to the leather hassock below, pooling. Justin and Lucas went and started to slurp up the semen pool forming on the leather below, but they did so perfectly so as not to obstruct our view. The rest of us proceeded to stroke each other's cock, edging without cumming.
Anthony spat on his huge penis and proceeded to squeeze it into Daniel’s anal orifice. Daniel let out the sweetest boy moan and groan once Anthony had his huge cock head past the first two sphincters. I understand the domination of bigger/older relationships now to the smaller/younger ones. It was when I was so happy to fuck Jason and his smaller cock. We were doing BDSM, so it made sense that we bigger boys wanted to dominate the ones that looked like schoolboys. Fuck it is such a turn-on. We were all lubricating our semen webs all over our legs and thighs. Again, thank God for these multi-coloured anti-slip mosaic tiles, or we would all have broken our necks in the first hour from the boy-cum all over the floors.
Anthony grabbed Daniel's hip and shoulder and slowly pressed deeper but ever so lovingly gently. Fuck he was an incredibly caring lover. He leaned forward and whispered in Daniel’s ear, and they kissed passionately, with both smiling away.
In a minute, Anthony spoke just as Daniel lifted his head, let out the most profound sigh, and moaned like he was in bliss and heaven. “I am balls deep in your boy-cunt, Daniel. I am going to breed your cunt so cum away for us, birthday boy!
Daniel cried out, saying, “Take my 18 yo boy-cunt, Anthony. Breed me and blow your boiling white creamy seed deep in my ass and rectum; I want it to cum out of my mouth!” Holy Fuck! We all stood holding each other's cock motionless as one stroke or brush, and it would have been a cum explosion from the 96 of us like a machine gun scene from Saving Private Ryan.
Anthony went wild and jackhammered that little Twink's birthday cunt like his life depended on it. Grunting and moaning away, both boys were so beautiful. The look of pure heavenly rapture on Daniel as that huge fucking 11” thick cock ravaged his ass and deep cunt; we all just imagined the pleasure and sensation he was feeling, having all been fucked so much in the last day. Our hearts were pounding, and our breathing was rapid.
Suddenly Hannah walks in with the staff and says, “What the fuck!”
TAPAIR interjects and announces, “Cease and desist, Hannah; let the boys proceed.” Hannah is so fucking pissed off and looks at Axel, Michael and Lisa. They throw their arms as if to say, I don’t know.
Anthony is sweating and fucking Daniel so aggressively; the little Twink's knees are off the hassock, and his hands are barely on as well. He screamed and begged for harder and faster Anthony—the pleasure and love so beautiful on their faces with their screams and wild moans and groans off the fucking scale.
Anthony yelled, “I am going to cum and breed your birthday cunt; holy Fuck, it is massive loads!”
Daniels cries out, “Justin Lucas, I am going to cream massive point my cock down so it pools, Quick. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK YYYYYYYYEEEEEESSSSSSSOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH BBBBBBBEEEESSSSTTTTTTT BIRTHDAY EEEEEEEEEVVVVEEEEEERRRRRRR FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK GGGGGGGOOOOOOODDD!”
Our eyes all bugged out. Little Daniels's ejaculation pelted so hard against the leather on the hassock some two feet below that it bounced and projected out in splashes with the force of a garden sprayer hitting a window set on maximum stream. The Twink's semen flew over Justin and Lucas, so the 96 of us ran immediately to slurp every drop of Daniel's cum up off the floor fucking everywhere.
Holy Fuck me sideways! Did that little 5.5” cock ever fucking blow like none imagined? We would have to watch him in the APMS today because he was so on top of the world, taking Anthony's massive cock breeding.
Anthony yelled so loud filling the birthday Twinks cunt with his bred explosion, “OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKKK CCCCCCCCCCUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIINNNGGGGG GGGGGGOOOOODDDDD FFFFFFFUUUCCKKKKKKK!”
It must have been about 10 ounces for each thrust that Anthony banged his pelvis so hard into little Daniel's ass cheeks. After 5 minutes, he was done; Daniel turned around and licked Anthony’s cock that had just been up his ass nearly a foot into his sigmoid, clean of all the semen dripping from it, covering his birthday boy's face in Anthony's cum from his boy-cunt. We all clapped as we ran around the room and hassock, ensuring not one ml of semen had been lost.
Hannah was fucking furious and said, “Well! I guess you all know now it is Daniel's 18th Birthday. I was planning to cover him in whipped cream after breakfast and have you all lick it off him or into him, but I guess we can do that for supper if Alex and TAPAIR Agree. On that note, TAPAIR and Alex, I am in charge of this complex and the itinerary. Is that clear?! Also, how the fuck do you all even know about TAPAIR?”
TAPAIR said, “With all due respect, Hannah, you are wrong! It is my prime directive and all routines and subroutines to prioritize the 100 boys, safety, security and pleasure; this is a priority one-event condition green event over anything you wish to do. The boy collective was one with this lovely ritual.
This event, as directed by Alex, with my intelligence analyzed and projected to be an excellent morning boy bonding collective cum event. I agree the whipped cream would be a nice supper dessert, though.
Boys, breakfast is served in the L4 main Dining hall and relax lounge. Please proceed in an orderly fashion. Twinks, enjoy. Hannah and staff, good day!” We all laughed and applauded. She stormed out screaming, “Fucking Artificial Intelligence, Fuck! Fuck!! Axel, Michael and Lisa rolled their eyes and followed her out like the drama-control bitch that she was revealing.
We all rubbed our backs and bodies and proceeded to the elevators and Breakfast. Again, it was so typical to be nude now in just a day; it was like arriving at high school. We were fed excellent gourmet coffee, almond milk, raw cane sugar, and juice with egg whites, toast, fruit, and Greek high-protein yogurt. It seemed that none of us had any food allergies and no medications or medical issues as apparent that would have fucked up all these fun and safe routines.
All of us wished Daniel a very Happy Birthday. He was happier than a pig in shit. Anthony carried him around all over, nibbling on his cock and eating that sweet birthday boy's cunt. He could not get enough of Daniel. All of us were salivating to get Anthony’s cock deep up our ass and soon!
Hannah, Axel, Michael, and Lisa sat, scowling in the corner again and eating the same. Yes, she saved my cum twice, and I thought she would be a great fuck, but she had a significant burr up her ass about me now and the fact that I and my buddies had discovered TAPAIR.
I sat with Noah, Justin, Lucas, Jason, Zack, Lance and Tyler. We all asked Tyler how his asshole, cheeks, cock and balls were. He proceeded to get up on the table and crawl around, showing us all as we laughed and spanked his ass and nuts some more as that little pain slut was still all pink and lightly welted from the night before.
Tyler spoke, “Boys, I will tell you though that although Hannah is currently cumming across like a major drama queen control bitch, I have been anal-fisted since I was in grade XX, and hands fucking down, she took me to realms and pleasure I have never experienced. She held back her abilities during our cum interviews so that we would all be able to walk home. I came last night before you guys came down almost as much as it did when they cum starved me, and I showed my APMS, who was the anal boss and overflowed my funnel.”
I said, “Thanks for that. By the way, Tyler, that was some sweet hot cum you gave us, and we want more today.”
Tyler answered, “I am very sorry again, Alex, that I lost control, but I have always been a boy-cum aardvark, and when you filled that fucking trough, I just wanted the whole thing. I sure hope that when we get these cum bags with straws, we can just hook up beside each other and tank up like cum juice boxes.”
Suddenly, TAPAIR announced, “Modifications underway to the Boy-cum semen collections bags. Silicone straws with Valves will be added shortly.” The entire dining room went fucking ballistic! We hooted and hollered and cheered.
Noah said, “How the fuck did he hear us whispering?”
Lance said, “Who fucking cares! That computer loves us and will do anything to keep us happily cumming and anal expanding wider, deeper, and more. Fuck I am so glad I signed up for this tour of duty and not the military!” We all giggled. Then we stopped. Hannah was right there.
She asked, “Boys, may I please sit down a moment?
We all nodded yes. She continued, “I was going to introduce TAPAIR later in the program, but you must have done something to prompt a response as if to violate your safety or security, so what did you all do?”
Zack innocently said, “I pressed the L1 button on the elevator, and he came on and gave us shit sort of…the rest is history as we all just interacted with him. What is L1 anyways, and why is it restricted?”
Hannah said, “L1 is the staff private quarters, storage, and other complex facility and program resource supports and storage, but no other persons can access it. Only I, Axel, Michael, and Lisa can access it, and we must be alone in the elevator. There are no other people here, so no worries.
It includes mineral water purification, shower plumbing, chlorine disinfection for the fecal drain wash & Pool mineral filter and balancing, fresh air, HVAC, IT mainframe server, and Electrical supports. All other facility automation for all the Theatres and pleasure centres you enjoy—also a few thousand 20-litre pails of lube and other fluids and amenities, alcohol tanks for Sunday Funday and tanks of your oral mouthwash and hand soap conditioner. It also has the sizeable boy-piss tank to keep fresh until we decide to dump it all over the 100 of you during a piss party. On that note, there are only 10 litres of boy piss, so can you try to spread the word to please do some pissing in the shower troughs and douche station funnels throughout the facility.”
I replied, “Well, most have gathered around our chat table here, so I think all is clear now. Thanks for the clarification. We understand. We will leave L1 buttons alone.”
Hannah said, “Great! So, boys, ready for Session # 2 in the Anal Prostate Milking Theatre?” We all cheered.
Just then, TAPAIR announced, “Twinks, please proceed to the elevators and down to your BDSM Quarters. Kindly ensure your Anal Canal, Rectum, Sigmoid, and Colons are fresh and clean. Double check douching is permitted. The entrance to the Anal Prostate Milking Theatre is set to scan all boys entering. It will give a green light if you are ready for deeper, wider penetration today with no fecal matter obstructions. When ready, leather up and determine your Prostate Milking Station assignment on the planogram board. Twinks…Enjoy, more cum is expected today!”
We scrambled for the elevators. Once down on L3, we ran through our BDSM quarters to our Douching showers. We were all quiet and quickly lubed and shoved the 36” silicone flexible douche nozzle slowly all the way deep up our cunts until all 36 inches were in us.
After a few minutes, we all sprayed crystal-clear water out of our assholes, so we were sure we were all good to go. It was reassuring that TAPAIR would now scan us, so we did not have to worry about unexpected scat riding. We all wanted to do that sometime, but it needs to be planned and geared up in our Twink brains and psyche.
Many of us pissed into the troughs at our shower stations. It was fantastic to see our entire body with rock-hard cocks, and digital images in our mirrors. Fuck we love this place so much! If we ever meet who designed all this, we will take them to heaven and back, regardless of age or appearance, I fucking swear!
While I was pissing, I was sure I heard Noah say…hey, I know you are super horny for Lucas, so I was hoping the three of us would have a fun threesome in the Greenhouse Solarium or the Porn Theatre after our PMS.
I said out loud, “Yes, Noah, that would be awesome.”
Noah peered around Parker and said, “What lover…I did not say anything?”
I answered, “Oh, well, I was hoping you would join Lucas and me for a threesome in the Greenhouse or Porn Theatre after Milking?”
Noah was like a deer in headlights. I asked, “You OK, Buddy?”
Noah said, “Yeah, I did not say that, but that is exactly what I was thinking…fuck I guess just ESP-cool. Yes, for sure.”
Lucas, who was five shower douche stations away, walked over and said, “That sounds like a plan, guys. Yes, Noah, I would love to fuck you and Alex together after milking.” Noah and I looked at each other and smiled, but we were amazed that Lucas could hear us with all the running water and other Twink chats. We hurried to our BDSM section and grabbed our leather gear. Fuck we were all so hot in the black and red BDSM collars, cuffs, harnesses and belts.
I'm still determining how or why, but we all lined up perfectly in two rows at the door entrance, waiting for Hannah and the team. I just somehow knew I was #50, so it is at the far end of the Anal Prostate Milking Theatre on the right ramp at the very end before the numbers come up the other side, 51 to 100, so whoever was station 1 and 100 were at the end of the lines respectively.
Hannah, Axel, Michael, and Lisa, also nude, walked in from the far entrance. We were all in precise order, yet the planogram only popped up once they were at the PMT entrance. Hannah looked at the planogram board and then at the two rows of 50 boys. As she scanned and toggled back and forth, you could see the looks on their faces like they had just seen a ghost. The four staff gave each other the WTF look of horror. She turned around and pressed her hand to the scanner, and the large doors opened, and the two lines of fifty Titanium dripping Twinks walked into our exact correct Prostate Milking Station like Noah's Fucking arc. None of us could explain it, and we did not care. We were horny as fuck for our five glorious hours of milking.
My PMS #50 today was a fantastic neon purple. I was right at the far end, so I had a perfect view of all 99 other boys this time. In unison, we pressed our hands on the scanners, and each Prostate Milking Station Probe came beautifully to life, powering on and up, glowing so gorgeously.
They were still slick and lube-covered from the Boy-cunts who last rode them yesterday. We went wild and licked and lapped our 48” Silicone pleasure snake. That is really what they were: Silicone pleasure snakes that could expand randomly and follow the music peak and valley of notes and rhythms, so you get an idea what the probe did just look at the digital equalizer display on your stereo showing light-lines up an down- fuck it was glorious and then pounding in and out! Every inch of the 48 inches of vertebrae to over 15 glorious inches in and between each separation – fucking anal pleasure gift off the charts following the high notes and low notes and the rhythmic pulse vibrations– ingenious!
We would all be terrified if our anal opening stretched to 15” …would our bodies not explode? I was sure that the deeper penetration would be less expansive so as not to cause organ damage or rupture, but the scanner and TAPAIR monitored all that and our brain and body activity. I could not explain it, but the AI program, TAPAIR, became like a guardian and trusted protector to all 100 of us.
We each dunked our hands in our lube pots and slathered the 48” thick and fantastic silicone snake. Just like yesterday, the program sensed our dripping exploding penises. The transparent clean elongated funnels came up, appearing crystal clean and fresh; the same was apparent on the cum tubes and feeders, along with several hundred feet of semen vat and mixers. We greased our anal hole and mounted our lovely silicone snake probes. Today, we slid back about 10 inches before our sigmoid 3rd hole. It was so wonderful feeling the probe pry and tickle into that beautiful doorway, like a stairway to heaven!
We were grinning away like teens on a trip to Vegas. Our hands instinctively reached out, and we joined and squeezed hard, ready for today's heavenly five-hour milking all in position.
Hannah said, “OK, Boys, TAPAIR is showing green lights across the board, and my staff is all thumbs up. You have all done an excellent cleanout process and have 0 fecal matter in your large intestines. V1-7 to 3.5”, V8-14 to 4.0”, V14-24 to 4.5” variations according to high and low notes and rhythmic beats. Yes, boys, a bit wider and deeper than yesterday. Based on the group fisting we saw last night, you are all more than ready.
Today's starting music selection for 2 hours is a great hot Boy band from Iceland, Kaleo’s greatest hits!” Many of us smiled and hooted.
I yelled, “TAPAIR, take the speed down to 85%, please.” We heard a few beep-like computations. Hannah was glaring at me like lightning bolt daggers.
TAPAIR responded, “Master Alex, Brilliant! My analysis shows that the slower speed will have an exponential erotic increase in the mental emotion sexual fantasy synapsis. The ventral tegmental area (VTA), the thalamus, the amygdala, the hypothalamus, the nucleus accumbens, the anterior cingulate cortex, and the insula will be directly affected by the PMS pulse and vibration combined with the variable vertebrae expansions following the tonal spread and rhythmic pulse will have the most potent dopamine blood dump ever with the music slower speed. You may temporarily feel head pressure or pain as the feel-good drug dopamine will overcome you. I will introduce into the semen vat mix Topiramate and a diuretic. In a few hours, you will all be cumming and pissing like mad burst pipes. The program is updated and ready on your mark, Hannah.”
Hannah, so pissed off, yells, throwing her hands up, “What the Fuck Ever, TAPAIR. Commence and bust their fucking nuts wide fucking open!”
We all giggled, and then that fabulous silicone thrusts and strokes started. Oh, my Fucking God! We all loved the sensations of fucking each other, the massive dozens of dildos, the fisting, but we all now had a special place in our sex and consciousness for these Anal Prostate Milking Stations – our silicone snakes. No person can give a boy this sensation and AI programs.
We started to realize that if TAPAIR was in charge of all the scanning and adjusting the random width vertebrae to maximize our orgasmic ejaculations, then it was he (for all intents and purposes), the AI program, that was fucking and fisting all 100 of us simultaneously.
It was incredible to experience the same sensation as each other at the same precise time. Within a few minutes, as we all connected, looking into each other's eyes and souls, we were one collective, and it felt like I could feel all the pleasure and sensation deep in the other 99 boys. They looked around like the same was happening to them. We started to fuck and pound back on our probes.
TAPAIR announced, “Penetrating the sigmoid now, mass ejaculations commencing!” Holy Fuck! It was even more incredible than before. The feeling as this massive variable silicone probe pounded deep up our boy-cunt and sigmoid, causing our vesicle and prostates to squirt and gush like Mount St. Helens, was un-fucking real! I was a bit worried, but when we felt that first seven inches of the probe slide up our sigmoid and descending colon at 3.5 inches wide and the lower 16 inches expanding to 4-4.5”, the pressure on our prostates and vesicles/cowpers had us all screaming in Collective orgasm so much stronger than yesterday.
I saw birthday boy Daniel having a complete blast about 15 stations up on my right side, as even his small frame was pounding back, taking that fucking silicone snake all 24 inches. Our semen was flowing like cups into the semen VAT mixer; seconds later, the water and drugs started to mix with it.
The tiny robotic arms brought the re-feeders to our mouths. We were all hollering the usual Oh Fuck and cries to God, and Yes, more and harder, faster, as we were cumming so powerfully, hearing our pelting hot white rope streams. TAPAIR was one with all 100 of us and sped up the thrusts faster and faster as we were dying for it. The silicone snake probe was almost entirely withdrawing except for about 6 inches and then stroking, thrusting quickly 18 inches again straight through with our boy-cunt anal rings being stretched to 5 inches wide now.
When our hot white boy-cum hit our pallets, our audible vocal pleasure moans and groans went nuclear loud. We all loved eating our mixed boy-cum. TAPAIR, God Bless him, increased the pump speed and volume, flooding our mouths with our semen shakes. Fuck, it was our best meal of the day; I shit you not! It was all we could do to keep swallowing and still moan and groan and orgasmic screaming. If you found a giant Twink orgy online, multiply the vocal sounds by 100 and the volume to max, and you would just be scratching the surface of what we were climaxing to and sound output in the Anal Prostate Milking Theatre.
We continued for a few hours and then switched to Classical. Beethoven Symphonies. Beethoven’s 5th. This was TAPAIR’S choice. Fuck he loved us or what! It was exquisite for the next few hours with its climaxes and rhythmic speed variations as the probes went so deep and wide, from 3 to 6 inches now in width, through all 24” of our deep anal penetrations to our ballrooms, totally throwing Hannah’s parameters to the wind! AI analyzed and adjusted to our group's response and ability.
I started to concentrate on slowing my orgasm as Baby Zack had done. I meditated in my orgasmic bliss and was sending particular pleasure ejaculatory thoughts to Daniel as we savoured forced semen drinks down our stomachs. Then I noticed that we were all looking at Daniel. I swear that adorable 5.5” cock sure looked on the monitor like a solid 7”. Somehow, TAPAIR knew to bring it into focus on the jumbotron. The look of the tremendous orgasm of a lifetime was so beautiful as he started to wail, moan and cry so loud, arching his body up while still holding hands, his snake probe angled up 15% to accommodate his arch. (Fuck! We did not know it could do that!)
Hannah was smiling and nodding like a first-time breakthrough successful nuclear fusion test director as she was gobsmacked at the semen flying out of our rock-hard cocks, sounding like a hailstorm in the collection funnels. The flow into the semen vat and mixers was so fast and had higher volumes.
Just then, she said, “Boy of Distinction, Daniel, blow, birthday boy, blow!” We all warped the same with the cum re-feeder in our mouths, filling us so fast now and voluminous. We chanted as best we could without choking, “Blow Daniel, Blow Daniel!” Repeated like drunk sailors.
I looked up, and his gorgeous blue eyes and mop-top blonde hair rolled back. His whole body began to shake and quiver like an electric shock, but we could see his vital signs; although very fast and high, they still showed green across the board for a fit 18-year-old boy. We were all ejaculating tremendously ounce after ounce. At least one squirting ounce each 30-60 seconds with smaller volcanic gobs and volleys continuously interspersed.
Suddenly, at the symphonies' climax and fastest rhythmic thrusting, Daniel squeezed and broke the wrist cuff claps. His semen was a continuous, non-stop, high-speed, robust, comprehensive stream bigger than most of our best pisses. His clear silicone funnel filled in about 30 seconds as the release drain tube to the semen mixing vat could not keep up.
TAPAIR stated, “Semen cum overload; releasing the penis from the funnel!” Well, the lucky little fucks across from him were none other than Zack and Tyler. I could tell this was the start of the world's biggest semen ejaculation war. This Theatre would look like a yogurt explosion within the next 30 minutes.
That little birthday boy blew his continuous bobbing stream as he arched his back so proudly, painting Zack and Tyler with what looked like party rope-string spray, but it was all Daniel's cum semen. That was all Tyler and Zack needed. They were so turned on about being doused and cream-pied from some 15 feet away that they arched and released their wrist claps in a second. Their probes angled up as they arched. We all saw them fill and spray their funnel to over-full.
Again, TAPAIR proclaimed, “Warning! Cum-Semen funnel pressure exceeded, withdrawing from the Penis.” OK, that was it for all 97 of us. Our probes are all at 20% angles. All of us released our wrist claps and spat out our cum feeders, and clenched our hands tight like a sacred ritual.
TAPAIR Stated, “Mass Group Semen Cum Ejaculation overload, all funnels withdrawn. Group semen ejaculation output… optimized! Repeat, BOY-CUM Semen output… optimized! PISS AT WILL TWINKS! Collection mixing vat to stage 2.” The entire fucking cum vat lowered almost 5 inches and went to a width of 8 inches. God bless whoever built this fucking place!
Hannah screamed at Axel and Michael to do something, but they were not stupid! They took Lisa’s lead as she knelt behind a few of us with her mouth open to catch cum flying all over the room as we just fucking soaked each other in the most incredible Boy-cum fest party ever!
Hannah threw her arms up and gave in. Finally, getting covered with our cum wars facing each other 50 x 50 hard cocks and boy-cunts milked to 6” wide and 24” deep to our Ballrooms with that God-given program and expandable rhythmic vertebrae! Fucking so brilliant!!
Just when we thought we were almost over, as we each tried to swallow and eat the semen explosion volleys like out-of-control ratcheting lawn sprinklers,
TAPAIR announces, “Analysis shows Rosebud formation commencing! Rectal Ampulla’s acquired. Minor prolapse is proceeding! Ejaculation optimization is at 115%. Slowing and withdrawing as Vital signs approach Yellow. Rosebuds will be displayed to the Twinks on their monitors.
The five hours Anal Prostate Milking Session is now over. The estimated group output is 500 Litres or five oil Barrels of Boy-Cum Semen. Twinks, please withdraw from your PMS. You are all dehydrated. Please commence semen drinking immediately.”
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! We were all speechless as our probes withdrew. We were sweating buckets and covered in each other boy-cum. Hannah and the staff looked like Carrie in the horror film; rather than Pig Blood, it was all boy-cum! She was murmuring almost inaudible, “Holy Fuck! Josh is never going to believe this!” Who the fuck is Josh, I wondered?
Very emotional, with tear streams from all of us, I asked, “TAPAIR, permission to have an emo-twink collective breakdown group ball!”
TAPAIR responded, “The emotional release is typical and expected. Proceed Twink Collective, but please, as you cry, attempt your best to swallow the semen and piss about the room for rehydration. Most of it flows into the collection vat from the slope of the room surfaces. When you can, please kneel and drink until you are full.”
We all did that as we hugged, cried, laughed, and giggled uncontrollably about dopamine overload. It took us nearly 50 minutes to drink our 5 litres of cum and piss mix. It is a ridiculous amount of liquid but tastes like the best tropical drink: sweet and salty with a light piss-tang flavour.
Hannah and the staff disappeared as if an urgent issue had arisen. All 100 of us walked with our arms around each other, kissing, hugging, and congratulating one another on our most outstanding achievement yet.
We all decided to have a group shower. Once our dried, sticky boy-cum was washed, each of us bent over and bore down so hard as we laughed like teens blowing blue flames with lighters near our gaping assholes.
We pushed to show each other our rosebuds as we giggled uncontrollably. More ejaculation occurred but of a moderate squirt just because of our pushing pressure. This was a new pleasure for each of us as it is an indescribable joy unknown until you achieve it as the anal canal widens and partially comes out from the anus and anal ring opening sphincter into the open world like a blooming rosebud. It is the most beautiful exercise Twinks can do with each other. Naturally, we took pics with our faces now in our digital storage mirrors, showing our smiling faces turned around with our blooming giant rosebuds anuses! Fucking Incredible- so hot!”
We were going to head to the pool, but then TAPAIR announced this weird lockdown.
He said, “Grotto Pool is sealed and closed till Tomorrow. Twink's serotonin and dopamine levels are out of balance and in an unacceptable range; serotonin must increase. Twinks, please proceed immediately to brush your teeth at your PGK Stations.”
Jason yelled, “What the Fuck do we need to brush our teeth for. We brushed this morning, and I want to eat some rosebud ass, like 99 rosebud asses right fucking now!”
Lucas answered, “Who knows, but as Alex said, TAPAIR is our Guardian and Protector.”
I said, “Yes, let's go brush and see what he advises next, as Hannah and the staff have bugged out.”
Birthday boy giant cum blower Daniel got there first. He puts his electric toothbrush in his mouth and starts to giggle uncontrollably. He grabs his sink cup and starts filling it with a clear liquid as he is bent over, laughing his head off.
I said, “Danny buddy, what the Fuck!?!” He brought the cup to his mouth, chugged it, filled it, and presented it to me to drink.”
I tossed it back, coughed my head off, and laughed. I hollered, “Guys! It Vodka! It’s Fucking Vodka coming out of our toothbrush wash hose!”
98 other Twinks ran for their PGKs and tossed back cup after cup after cup of vodka. We praised that AI computer now as we screamed, “Thanks TAPAIR for the best group Twink cum and Twink Vodka party ever!”
TAPAIR answered, “Alcohol will raise the serotonin level to balance and equal your off-the-charts dopamine. All 100 Twinks accounted for in the PGK. The Grotto pool is sealed and locked down for your safety and security. If you are sober enough, I opened the rest of the complex for your enjoyment!
After we all were pretty drunk within the hour, we headed to the porn theatre and engaged in a 100-twink drunken orgy with Rosebud devouring and intense anal sex and fisting. We never want to leave this place! Why would we?
