We heard over the sound system what sounded like a truck engine. We guessed it was time to get up. Again, we had no idea anymore what time it was or what day and did not fucking care. Of course…it was “Five Finger Death Punch” that came on with the tune “Wrong Side of Heaven” Well, this is a better wake-up piece than Slayer, that is for fucking sure! It was an excellent best-of selection that TAPAIR chose. It is a great group that features brothers in arms and the struggle on death's doorstep. We were not on death's doorstep, but we were bonding brothers that were now essential to one collective mind and sex machine.
After the work ended, TAPAIR announced, “Twinks rise and shine; please all remove your cock cages and place them in the sterilizing drawers; seal your cum bags for re-attaching later once removed; then proceed to shower douche for morning cleansing.”
Once we got to the showers, the famous “House of The Rising Sun” was playing by Five Finger Death Punch. There is nothing like 100 Twinks douching and squirting their shit to the drains and singing along with the band, fucking excellent!
I do not care how well this fortress was built; there was no way that Hannah and the staff would not hear us belting this tune out with all the voices we could muster! Seeing as we had to keep the premises for Hannah and the staff that we had no idea where we were, we replaced the “Sin-City/New Orleans” word with “Butt-Fuck Nowhere.” It was fucking fun, fun, fun!
Once all sparking douched and floor drains cleaned and flushed with the cleansing water, our erections came roaring back as we scrubbed and lathered our new hot Twunk bodies. Fuck! We all had six-packs, perfect biceps and pecs, and just super hot definition; still more to the athletic twink side, not muscle head jock bodybuilders. There was not a penis cut or uncut that was less than 9” erect now; the majority, like me, were close to 10”. Anthony is still the biggest at a fantastic 12 inches and perfect thickness. It was beautiful to see the black boys all line up to take that Big White Cock!
It was lovely that we had boys from every ethnic background, and any political bullshit or racism was left back in Toronto. We adored watching Muhammad and Ezra become closer and closer, talking all the time; they were falling for each other big time. Their lovemaking was some of the most passionate we observed in the group. There is hope! We are all humankind. Hopefully, we will change as we have here at TAP. So much more connects us than separates us. We all may look different and have different beliefs and histories, but we can all love and make love to each other no matter what!
After some light group random cock sucking and cum eating intermixed with anal sex, we started to make our way up to breakfast. Seeing as we had our Cock Cages on all through the night and after yesterday's level 5&6 marathon session, we decided to leave the cum tubes and bags for now.
Breakfast was fantastic as always, giving us all our nutrients and meds. Again, it was so typical for sex and group sex to break out all about the room; oral, anal, rimming, sucking, fisting, kissing, and so much boy-cum swallowing right beside some boy who was still eating toast and coffee. We were so relaxed and happy; our dopamine and endorphins were off the scale and charts. It was just as much fun to stroke your cock and watch the live porn before you. We were all able to squirt our cum into our mouths perfectly, so we still kept up with the rules!
TAPAIR states, “Twinks, once you are done with your breakfast and sex, please head to the Greenhouse Solarium Fitness and concentrate on leg, hamstring, thigh, butt and back stretching until your feel pain. This will be instrumental in a successful level 7 milking today. There will be no cum bagging or cock cages for level 7 starting in 2 hours.”
Oh, Fuck us all! Now, we had a mix of excitement, fear and trepidation. We meandered down to the Greenhouse Solarium Fitness and did the dozens of machines. Many boys helped each other stretch out their thighs and calves. Lucas and Noah are getting interested in each other, helping with their boy stretching. Big cock Lance was with me.
I laid down on one of the chaise lounges. Lance grabbed both my legs and pushed them behind my ears. It Fucking hurt! Like the back of my thighs exploding. Then, I felt his dripping huge cock slip up my boy-cunt. Ok…now this is fun!
I watched Lucas pounding Noah in the same position beside me on the other lounger. Soon it spread to all 100 of us that this missionary position with our feet way the fuck up near our ears would accomplish the entire stretch that would be required for level 7 according to TAPAIR anyways. Each of us blasted hot cum into the boy-cunts we were fucking and then squirted a few good torrents down their open, begging mouths and throats. God, we loved this life and never wanted to stop!
We all then switched, so it was me now fucking Lance balls deep as I squirted many hot ounces up his boy-cunt; he was smiling away with his ankles hitting his ears. It's good that we are all so young and fit, with bodies flexible and twisted like Gumby!
When all 100 of us had fucked and stretched and eaten and absorbed each other's boy-cum exchanged between our random lovers at the time, we decided to hit the Grotto pool, hot tubs and sauna/steam rooms. More random oral sex and anal sex were rampant throughout; we did work on more stretching of the glutes and thighs. Boy-on-Boy Sex is the best workout ever, for sure!
TAPAIR announced, “All Twinks, please assemble in the Shower Douche; no leather today or cum-tubes for level 7; please all be fully nude; nothing else is required.” OK, that is fine, but we wondered what would hold us in place as our Anal Prostate Milking Stations and 4Ft probes ravaged our boy-cunts?
We were so excited, and even Hannah and the staff did not know what was in store for us. The list for our order has been posted. Today, I was going back down to the left, at the far end of APMS #52, so that would give a great view of the entire theatre and all of us Twinks getting pounded and squirting.
Hannah, Axel, Lisa and Michael came in with a look that they had all just fucked their brains out. That was likely a great idea, as we recalled that they would have to hang back near the entrance during level 7.
Hannah said, “I think Akira, Adam, Jacob, Logan, and Arthur today. So, before I open the doors, Akira, what would you like to play for the first hour in our newly unknown session?”
Akira is an adorable Japanese hairless Boy with a huge 10.5” uncut cock and a lovely thick, trimmed black bush; he answers, “Well, seeing a Level 7 is to be a new revelation. I love the “Adagio in G Minor by Murray, remixed and extended from the Sunshine movie track.” She smiled and nodded in approval. She placed he hands on the scanner. The door did not immediately open this time.
TAPAIR said, “Hannah, staff, and all 100 Twinks, please gather around the massive doors, but do not enter until the room is reconfigured. I will start Akira’s selection, as it is perfect. Please do not be afraid as you watch the room change. If you thought you experienced heaven before, we were scratching the surface and getting warmed up.
Currently, my sensors show you are all well and hydrated, but this is an intense particular stage, so more cum matching electrolytes will be added to the semen remixer. Please stand back and watch outside your next heavenly abode. Enjoy! Level 7 reconfiguration is commencing; this configuration will be called; “Austin’s Gift!”
I was at the front and held the others' backs. Only eight knew who Austin was since we spied down the shaft into Hannah’s chambers, secretly revealing the entire game plan. The massive 12ft door allowed five rows of 20 Twinks to squeeze in as we watched. Suddenly the floor cum river vat sealed off flat like a walkway, level with the rest of the room.
Next, the large TV monitors that used to be behind us swung around and lifted higher into the room centre, and we now are at an angle as if to be viewed from a lying down and partially seated angled position. We all started cheering and patting each other's backs and asses, screaming yes, yes, yes; we were so excited. We could see the monitors had the ultrasound/CT scan and MRI images with a video camera pointed upwards at a 45-degree angle to what used to be the wall behind us, so we were trying to piece it all together.
Then unexpectedly, our Anal Prostate Milking Stations rolled forward on a track that appeared from the floor and then swung around 180 degrees so that now the probes were pointed to the back walls….WTF??…and our usual arm and knee doggie position apparatus lowered and disappeared? Then, our probe shafts all rose to 45 degrees again. Oh My God! We can’t believe it! Now, it was all cumming together.
The ceiling above each milking station opened and lowered down like something out of fucking Star-Trek, the fanciest gaming chair with built-in medical-like stirrups that appeared to be on a silicone-encased ratcheting motor and a telescopic support pole. The Milking chair had a large U-shape cut out of the centre, and then near the inner seat section, an excellent padded U-shaped pronounced arch we were to slide our hard and dripping cock and balls through.
Holy Fuck, us, wildly silly! We were now going to be prostate-milked in an inclined missionary position in the game-like sex-milking chairs, being able to watch our thrusting probes below us, see our monitors and scanners all above and see each other's cocks and balls sticking up at 45-degree angles to squirt our semen and cum at each other and into the river vat or something cream pie wars? Each stage had us clapping and jumping up and down like chair turns on the voice. We saw our semen cum feeder tubes attached to a holder near our headrests. It was all perfect and brilliant. Only a genuine sex god could have designed something like this. The Milking chairs lowered to a seat height of 24 inches so that we could climb on in.
TAPAIR announced, “Twinks, do not enter until I finish my statement; (Fuck! We were all like horses at the starting gate, for Fuck-sake!) Once you proceed calmly to your designated Anal Prostate Milking Stations, follow the usual routine. Place your hand on the scanner to power up, worship your angled probe, licking and slathering lovingly, and lube it copiously along with your boy-cunts. Then, seat yourselves in your milking chair with built-in massage, heat and body sensors and scanners.
Slide a bit forward so your penis is well through the padded genital arch, and place your feet and ankles into the ratcheting stirrups; Your chair will rise several feet until your probe is angled perfectly to enter your boy-cunts through the cut-out U-shape in the bottom of the chair; the end of the stirrups will then lock your feet and ankles in place with silicone covered ankle cuffs. Once all are seated, the cum-semen river vat will reconfigure deeper and wider. Level 7 has five special stages that will reveal a new feature for each hour of the five. Calmly, proceed now!”
Fucking sure! Who was kidding who? Axel, Michael, Lisa and Hannah were like deer in headlights. I felt sorry for them as they longed to try this. Perhaps four of us could forfeit our milking chairs to them later in the week so they could experience the rapture. Well, we did proceed, but I am not sure about calmly; more like a Black Friday Stampede at Fucking Best-Buy!
My Station #52 was a neon orange. Fuck! This was so exciting. All the milking chairs were white leather and looked so comfortable. I placed my hand on the scanner once we all ran down the centre, which would soon revert to the cum river vat. Again, when all our Anal Prostate Milking Station probes powered up, the tone was louder and higher than before, like this was a powerful upgrade. You could hear our hearts beating, and the veins in our necks were popping. Our cocks - were stiffer than Titanium, and a solid rope of cum hung about all our cocks as we were slicking up our probe shafts; all of us ejaculated hands-free and used our cum to slick up the shaft some more.
In a few minutes, we all hopped into our chairs, slid our cock and balls through the padded genital arch and placed our feet and ankles in the stirrups. Fuck I hope this thing would not break us in half? Once we sat back and snuggled into position, a unique silicone-encased cuff locked around our feet and ankles; the semen feeder tube came to my lips from beside my headrest as our milking chairs rose about 5 feet into the air and angled back. Slowly our probes pierced our anal rings and slid up our boy-cunts about 9”, stopping just at our sigmoid doorway valve.
Hannah, Axel, Lisa and Michael were all at the entrance as they had fetched enormous dildos from the BDSM quarters and slicked up, ready to ride with us to some degree anyway.
Hannah called out, “Alex, you have the con!” Wow, I was in charge – Fuck!
I announced, “TAPAIR, max widths will be V1-12 to 4.0”, V13-24 to 5.0”, V24-36 to 6.0”, V37-48 to 7.0”. This would mean that if we reached the depth of the fourth section parameter, our anal ring and rosebud would be stretched to 7 glorious inches wide. Holy Fuck! This was a few inches bigger than we had ever gone, and I had no idea how our pubic bones and sacral iliac tailbones would accommodate such an expanse. Still, the other FFFAS Twinks figured it out, so I was sure that Austin, in all his glorious genius, had as well! Fuck I hope so!!
“All verbally sound off one at a time; good to go, starting at station #1!” Fuck, we were all dripping tears and cum. It was so fucking emo; each wept, stating Good to Go, they reached out for their buddy's hand beside them. We were one hundred as one, brothers cum-bound going into the unknown abyss. (Boy, that is the best pun yet!)
We could see the equalizer above us on our screens and the reactive lights doing the same pulse. It was great that the monitor was so much higher and angled that it did not obstruct our view of all 100 boys with probes up their cunts and huge cocks pointing, ready to fire semen volleys anywhere for all to watch.
I announced emotionally, “TAPAIR, we are green and good to go! Commence when ready.” We squeezed and held onto each other like we were venturing into the darkness of the unknown.
TAPAIR replied, “Semen-cum River vat to stage 2; semen mixers and pumps at the ready. Commencing music and probes…now, welcome to your new heaven!”
Holy Fucking shit! All of us shot a massive load immediately as we all cried out, “Cumming, Fucking Cumming.” That was an understatement! This famous John Murray Adagio starts slowly and builds quickly significantly. When that fucking piano pounding enters the music work, our sensations in our boy-cunts are unreal as we can look at the monitor and see the probe vertebra expanding and mimicking the exact equalizer and light displays. The pleasure and sensations in our anus, anal canal, rectum and prostate, seminal vesicle and cowpers have surpassed any sensations we felt before in levels 1-6.
Holy shit! The music just modulated, and rock guitars entered. God, you must play this piece and imagine the probes deep up one's boy-cunt causing mass ejaculating, pounding all the glands and surfaces inside a boy-cunt!
TAPAIR announces, “100 Twinks sigmoids penetrated, navigating up the descending colon; massive prostate ejaculations commencing. Cum-Semen River pumps, engaged!” It was fucking nuts; we all watched as we screamed in mass pleasure as our penises erupted rope torrent after rope torrent of massive hot semen flying like a volcanic white volley some 15 feet away, often landing on other boys. In 15 minutes, I had dozens of ounces of scalding hot white boy-cum dripping from my face, chest and stomach, dripping off my body and chair. Glancing below, we could see the floor all perfectly sloped as streams of semen flowed into the massive cum river vat. We heard the mixers engage.
TAPAIR stated, “Mixed boy-cum now being re-ingested by 100 Twinks.” We each bit down on the cum tube sensor end as our mouths were flooded with our delicious group-mixed hot white semen! Fucking Glorious rapture!! We all screamed suddenly as we saw the 3rd section try to enter our boy-cunts at our anal ring at the start of the second selection from Adam with Game of Thrones themes. There was real pressure and stretch, not quite pain, but some nerves and worried faces.
TAPAIR announced, “Ankle stirrups ratcheting back to Twink ears; Pubic symphysis separation…. commencing; Sacral iliac joints… rotating apart.” Holy Fuck! Are you Fucking serious!!
From Dad's medical journals, I knew that the pubic symphysis in boys was a flexible cartilage-type formation, keeping our pubic bones somewhat together with our hips and tail bones…Fuck! Not anymore!
The screams in the Theatre were a mix of pleasure, fear, and some pain. We watched as the safely encased ratchet motor for our ankle stirrups rotated way the fuck back, putting our ankles up near our fucking ears, practically busting our boy-cunts right apart with our hips and pubic bone!
Holy Fuck! Boy, oh boy, was that pain ever replaced with the greatest ever-experienced pleasure as we heard and felt the clicks in our lower backs and just above the base of our cocks. (Like chiropractors shitting their pants reading this right now!)
Suddenly, section three pounded deep up our boy-cunts. We were all 36” deep into our transverse and 6” wide at our anal ring. The thrusting in and out was almost four strokes a second, and watching the equalizers on screen as the vertebra went nuts from 2” wide to that section max was un-fucking real. Our Bodies shook like a seizure, but oh so fantastic sensation and ejaculating none stop!
It was continuous ejaculating squirt and volley after volley of the hottest semen I have ever felt my body produce, the same as all other boys were also doing. Looking at the scans of our insides was so beautiful as our anal canal, sigmoid, and colons were like watching a delicate ballet as the incredible organs just flowed in waves apart. You can see the electrical activity in our central nervous and lymph systems. It was like the world's most terrific lightning storm. We might pass out from the pleasure.
Our Prostates were like a palpitating fibrillating continuous heartbeat, pumping cum stream after cum stream. We were all madly sweating, and I just could not get enough cum down my throat; I was so fucking thirsty for more and more cum or anything.
We did not realize it, but the following music selections started as Jacob, Logan, and Arthur thought of what they wanted, and we progressed to it seamlessly. I was not sure if Hannah had picked up on this. They selected the Two Steps From Hell YouTube mix Braveheart and Top Gun Maverick.
It was evident that selection hour 2 was the ratcheting back of our ankles. As Two Steps from Hell started, I heard a voice inside my head. No one was around me; it was not TAPAIR, Hannah, staff, my lovers or other boys.
It said, “Alex, you are doing magnificently! I am so impressed with your command of my flock.” I asked myself, “Who is this speaking to me?”
The voice answered, “It is I, Austin. I am meditating and connecting with you telepathically from my condo in Toronto. On Dec 24th, I will be there with you and the Boys in one month to experience and direct you through Valhalla and your first Ass-gasm.
I saw you watching us the other night from the cave. Your senses are exceptional. I will leave you to continue with your orgasms. You may need the master program override codes for TAPAIR and the facility. It is 62706. Return to your cosmic ejaculation, and we will meet soon, my love. Cheers!”
I screamed out as we were in the next hour's selection, being brought out of my trance-like commune with Austin. WTF!
TAPAIR States, “Semen Vacuuming protocol commencing! “Up from our right sides came a suction-like 2-litre beaker encased with input silicone and drain tubes. Suddenly a clear robotically controlled hollow cum tube with a metal conal spout just like our cum bags and cock cages was inserted into all our penises deep into the prostates. This pleasure was unreal as we watched now our semen get vacuumed out of us as we ejaculated more and more. It was fabulous watching all the boy's semen explode into the beaker. This was just like in our interviews with Hannah and her fisting. The sucking probe was like getting the best blow job from the first time horny Twink.
This pleasure continued for the next hour; finally, we each were getting just enough mixed boy cum and semen back into us from the cum-mixing river to make even more boy cum! It was a brilliant process only a true genius like Austin could design. Fuck I can hardly wait to meet him live. God, I pray he will fuck me and let me eat his cum!
Before I knew it, Braveheart started, so we all took a breath, waiting for this hour's surprise. I felt like I had to take a massive piss as the bladder fills, and the prostate closes off the urethra as it dedicates itself to semen production. Oh Fuck! Perfect! It read all our boy minds with our piss needs.
Our silicone probes continued deeper through and past the prostate and entered our bladders. Oh, what a relief as our piss exploded into the beaker and out to the cum-semen river mixing vat. In a few seconds, we all not only had our awesome hot boy-cum, but now we had lovely clear Twink-boy piss; oh Fuck! It is the nectar of the Gods! The moans and satiated cries blow the roof almost off the milking Theatre. Shortly, we continued our massive ejaculating and screaming in euphoric rapture.
“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCKKKKKK WWWWEEEEEERRRRREEEEEEE CCCCCCCCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG!”
Finally, we started hour #5. What surprise would we have for Maverick Top Gun? After the main theme song, was something starting with the probe engine? The probe was now 42” deep in us, and our anal rings were 7” wide along with our anal canal and rectums, our sigmoid and descending colon was 6” wide, our transverse was 5” wide, and the ascending at 4” wide stopping at 6” before the appendix. But what the fuck was opening from the housing here! Jesus Christ! A secondary motor and several belts and pullies. Oh Fuck!!
TAPAIR States, “Anal Probe rotational spinning protocol commencing; Prostate ejaculating at 200% of the previous optimum. The semen release is massive, with each boy having made 10 Litres in 5 hours. Results are approaching Assgasm capabilities. Rectal Ampullas and rosebud ejaculating at 8” wide, boy-cunt expansion attained with ankles past shoulders! – Incredible work, Twinks!”
It was not the Ass-gasm, but just the probe constantly releasing the oil lube mix, which meant that it sprayed out from around the twirling and thrusting shaft of the anal probe.
The music playing is the part where Maverick is in the first test flight of the hypersonic plane. It was perfect for what we were about to experience.
HOLY CHRIST! The motor started up, and our entire probe started spinning like a Fucking drill! Our probes were drilling us perfectly with the articulating vertebrae ratcheting all around our anal canal, sigmoid, and colons, just like one of those flexible extender shaft bits for hard-to-reach drilling.
It was Fucking us with three-dimensional pleasure thrusting in and out and expanding each vertebra from the tones and beats of the works in play, and now fucking the entire snake probe beast was spinning; we all screamed like never before (Again-yes, I know!)
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK GGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOODDDDDDDD FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK !” The semen cum tube withdrew from our penises, and our penises all had like a volcanic top blow reminiscent of a pyroclastic volcanic explosion. As we hollered in exquisite bliss, our penis tips erupted like a milkshake blender without lids. All of us were beautifully cum covered. Finally, the orchestral work came to a conclusion, slowed and stopped.
Our probes slowed and gently withdrew an inch at a time over several minutes. Once it was fully out, our anal rosebuds exploded to 7” wide, and we blew out cups and cups of anal lube and boy-cunt juice.
The cum-semen-piss-lube and ass juice river vat was now a foot deep and two feet wide the entire Theatre length. Our probes lower and shut down. Our milking chairs were lowered so we could crawl out. Each of us was dripping with boy-cum as it all was draining from the self-cleaning surfaces to the river vat.
TAPAIR said, “Incredible job, Twinks. Your ankles are released. You may rise and play in the vat; drink it all dry before you leave.” None of us moved as we were so out of breath and exhausted, dripping sweat, cum and piss!
I spoke first amongst the panting and moaning and groaning, “Holy Fuck Boys! I am sorry, but I never knew level 7 would ravage us like that! I mean, is everybody ok? Was it the greatest cum ever, or what? We were all giddy and laughing and giggling?”
TAPAIR said, “My scans show all 100 Twinks have no permanent damage, just well worked and stretched everything!”
Lucas said, “My cunt is raw! No Blood, but can we all please just sit here and rest until we think we can stand and walk?”
I said, “TAPAIR, I do not think we are up to playing and drinking the hundreds of litres of cum, piss and lube in the river vat. Please transfer it to the piss storage tanks for fresh keeping until play day.”
TAPAIR answered, “Transfer not permitted, Master Alex. It must be drunk fresh now, and the exit doors will not open until it is all gone and bone dry.”
I yelled with all my might, “Fuck you – Austin override code 62706!”
TAPAIR answered, “Override……accepted! Vat mixed boy everything liquid being transferred to fresh kept piss tanks.” The room went ballistic with hands in the air.
Lance yelled down, “Will that work for all of us?”
I said, “No, it must be me, my voice, and my biometric signature DNA.”
Hannah hollered, “Fuck me! I don’t have a Fucking override code!”
The vat was drained, and the floor came up. The doors opened, and Hannah and the staff walked out. I was oblivious if they had even had a good cum on their dildos. I decided at that moment that in the next session, 4 of us would give up our milking spots for them.
As we started to slowly rise like the dead after a first Pilates Session (Fucking brutal), Tyler commanded, “I want some fucking Vodka and real pizza now, TAPAIR!”
TAPAIR replied, “Although it is Sunday, Master Tyler Vodka is prohibited until 5 PM Local time. Vegan pizza is available and obtainable by supper.”
We all looked at each other and did the calculating. Somehow, we all knew exactly how many minutes had transpired from Toronto take-off, factoring in our north flight time; we were all bang on. We were just outside Alert, Ellesmere Island, Canada, close to our CFB. It was Sunday, Nov 24th, a month to Christmas Eve!
I interjected, “TAPAIR, Austin, override code 62706; seal and lock down the Grotto Pool, and ensure no humans are there. The Vodka will flow nonstop after we all shower and clean up. We are dressing up and going on a 100 Twink Boy date tonight. Bow ties, frilly cuffs for all 100 of us, and endless Vodka and Pizza! Any sex toys, furniture and implements permitted at will till we collapse in drunken cum splendour.”
TAPAIR responded, “Fucking Twinks! Override code accepted. As requested, all is underway and being executed as per your instructions…. Master Alex!” He said in a computer-sarcastic tone!
All 100 raised their hands in jubilation. It was fucking party time! We deserved it after this exponential cum! You never saw 100 Twinks shower so fast and head for Bow ties and cuffs. Vodka, Pizza and endless sex, how else do you end week #1 up here?
