Draining the Soccer Stud

“Looking to make some extra money? We’re a sperm bank looking for male athletes from 18-28 looking to donate their sperm! Call the number below to book your appointment!”

Matthew strolled into the clinic.

Male sperm bank donations here

This was the place.

Inside was a male doctor wearing a lab coat. Matthew noticed that despite being older, the doctor was very handsome.

“Hi, I’m Matthew! I’m here to make a donation!” he said.

 “Hello, Matthew. I am Dr. Edgar I’ll be facilitating your donation today.” The doctor smiled.  “Have you ever donated sperm before?”

“No. At least, not in a Doctor’s office,” grinned Matthew as he placed his hands on his hips.

“I see!” The doctor smiled. “Please step here into my office…”

Inside the office, the doctor gestured to an exam table. “Mr. Matthew, please remove all your clothing.”

Matthew paused. “All of it? Can’t I just remove my pants?”

“I’m afraid not, Mr. Matthew. It’s important that I examine your fitness before I accept your donation.” Said the doctor.

Matthew didn’t think too much of it, so he began to strip. First his shoes and socks. Then his t-shirt. Finally, he removed his jeans and underwear.

The doctor circled around Matthew’s naked body. “Impressive physique you have there, Mr. Matthew.”

“Uhh… Thank you,” he grinned. He blushed slightly.

Years of chasing and kicking soccer balls had blessed him with a shredded runner’s physique with almost no body fat left on his torso. His slender waist flared out into a pair of well-developed glutes and powerful legs. His six-inch flaccid cock and low-hanging balls swum between his legs. Even as he stood there, Matthew’s cock began to harden.

“Your lower body is excellent, Mr. Matthew.” Said the Doctor. “Soccer player?”

“Yeah.” said Matthew “For about fifteen years now I guess.”

“Excellent.” The doctor grinned. “Lie down here. Just relax.” He pointed to the examination table.

Matthew did so. He lay down flat against the padded examination table. Despite being naked in front of this fully-clothed doctor, he didn’t feel bashful at all. He shivered in anticipation as to what would happen next. If only he knew…

“Comfortable?” asked the doctor.

“Yeah!” Smiled Matthew.

“Good.” Smiled the doctor. He pressed a button on a remote.

*whoosh*

Thick leather straps shot out the sides of the table and coiled around Matthew’s body.

“What?” Before Matthew could react, the straps bound his body to the exam table.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!” He pulled against the straps, but they didn’t budge. His arms and legs were spread wide, and his torso was pinned against the exam table.

“The straps? They’re to keep you in place while we milk you.”

“M-milk me?!” He stared down at his cock, which despite the situation, was still semi-hard.

The doctor smiled. “That’s right Matthew. Good thing that you haven’t ejaculated in a while. This will make it much easier for us.”

The doctor wheeled out a strange machine. There was a long tube with a hose attached to a clear jar.

Matthew’s stomach sank. It was a milking machine. He’d seen his own father use one of these machines on the cows back on the ranch.

“It’s all standard procedure, Mr. Matthew.” And he slid the tube over Matthew’s cock.

Immediately the machine stroked Matthew’s semi-hard cock.

“Ohhh…” It was better than any blowjob. Better than any feeling around his cock! He didn’t stand a chance.

“Ohh… Ohhh I’m gonna… OHHHHH!!!”

Matthew moaned as his body convulsed in a mind-shattering orgasm. An endless geyser of thick cream cum erupted from his cock, where it slurped through the tube and into the awaiting jar. Matthew watched his cum drain from his cock, into the milking machine, where it pooled in a puddle at the bottom of the jar.

The doctor smiled. “Thank you for your donation Mr. Matthews.”

Matthew grinned back. “Any time!”

Wrong answer.

*beep*

The milking machine started up again, stroking his freshly milked cock.

“What? No!”

But the machine was already stroking Matthew’s cock even faster than before.

“Ahhhh!! Please stop. PLEASE stop!” pleaded Matthew.

“You did say ‘Any time’.” The doctor smirked.

“N-no! I didn’t mean- I- AHHH!!!”

The machine whirred at full speed, polishing Matthew’s sensitive cock

The doctor grinned. “You haven’t cum for a few days. I bet there’s more in those balls of yours.”

“No! There’s no more! Please! PLEASE I’m so sensitive!” Matthew struggled against his bindings.

But the bindings held firm. And the milking machine was relentless. Even as it extracted a second volley of semen from Matthew’s cock, it didn’t stop.

Matthew’s cock was even more sensitive than before. His balls curled far into his body. They began to ache from their constant draining.

And still, the machine continued.

“No! Let me go!” Matthew pulled against the straps. “I’m not your fucking cum cow!”

Matthew’s body shook. “H-how much longer do I need to- Ohhh…” he moaned as another load of cum trickled out of his cock.

“You’re a pretty virile stud. We’ll keep going until this jar is full.”

“WHAT?! B-but it’s not even half full!”

“You’re right.” The doctor smiled. “I’ll see you in a few hours!”

“No, please! Let me go! My balls are empty! I can’t cum any more! Don’t leave me here!!!”

But it was futile. The doctor had already left, leaving Matthew alone with the milking machine.

Matthew pulled against the straps as the machine polished his sensitive cockhead, draining his body of any cum it could find.

*sluuurrrrppp*

And yet another painful load was extracted from Matthew’s shrivelled balls.

“Somebody!”

“Anybody!”

“HELP!!!”

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