Jason's Dilemma

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Jason was terrified. He was strapped to the chair, a gas mask on his face and some kind of suction device on his cock. In his mind he kept playing over and over again the words of the scientist. “All I need is your semen, your special semen. The result of the unique mixing of fluids - the product of a male ejaculation. Just blow your load and I can complete the modification of the virus. A virus that will allow me to control all of humankind.”

Three hours ago the scientist had started the machine which was slowly sucking away at his dick. The pleasure was intense but not enough to force Jason to ejaculate. His cock wasn’t even hard. Though he didn’t know if he would make it out of the situation alive, he was confident he could hold back his orgasm and prevent the scientist from completing the virus.

Jason heard a voice come from a speaker in the corner. “Looks like you’re tougher than I thought. If I didn’t need a natural ejaculation I’d just extract the semen myself. Since that isn’t an option, you will just have to cum for me whether you want to or not.”

“Fuck you, you’ll never make me cum!” Jason screamed, muffled by the mask.

“Oh you’ll surrender that load soon enough.” With a click the speaker was silent and the lights in the room dimmed. Jason caught a faint smell of something like basil.

“What the fuck?” Jason began to get dizzy. A wave of warmth came over him and he began to notice a familiar feeling crawling through his body. The sensation only a man knows – his penis becoming erect.

“No!!” Jason screamed into the mask, but it only made him inhale the gas more deeply. Jason looked down at his cock. He had always prided himself on having a beautiful dick, 7 inches and thick. He even joked with the guys about his dick being his best friend, having nicknamed it “Buddy”. But now he was overcome with shame as he watched his best friend betray him, his cock hardening against his will before his very eyes.

Jason tried to shift his thoughts elsewhere but it was no use. He continued to feel the twitching as his cock swelled, growing with every beat of his heart. Before he knew it, his dick was standing straight up, harder that it had ever been in his entire life. Jason never precummed, but for the first time a drop appeared at the tip of his cock. It was quickly sucked up into the tube by the milking machine.

“I gotta get this under control. I can’t cum, the freedom of the world depends on it.” he thought. “Just because I’m hard doesn’t mean I’ll lose control. I can fight this!”

The milking machine suddenly tightened around his cock and increased in speed. Jason was hit with a wave of pleasure like he had never felt before. He tightened his fists in an attempt to fight the sensation.

The milking machine was sucking with intention and Jason began to feel an ache deep in his balls. It was that all too familiar ache, the signal of a building orgasm. Jason let out an involuntary moan, his face becoming hot with the shame - he was succumbing to the pleasure against his will.

"Shit!!” he muttered. He had to do something to slow the building of the orgasm. Jason tensed his whole body, trying to push the sensation down. He shuddered realizing that tensing up only increased the intensity of the sensation. His cock twitched hard, the milking machine whipping back and forth as it continued its relentless assault.

Jason began to plead with his cock. “Come on Buddy, we’ve been through so much together. I’ve been really good to you. Help me out, just this once.” He felt silly talking to his cock, but it was the only thing he could think of to stave off the urge to cum.

Jason’s cock just throbbed harder, as if it was mocking him. It was determined to cum no matter how hard Jason fought it. He felt the warmth of the impending orgasm fill his abdomen and a tingling at the base of his dick. He was approaching the edge, and fast.

“Looks like you’re not such a big man after all!” The speakers boomed with a cackle from the scientist. “A real man can hold his load, control his cock.” Jason screamed in wordless anger. He could control his cock. He was as manly as they come. Unfortunately, the shame of having his masculinity insulted only turned him on more.

Jason was breathing faster and faster, and his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. Every thump of his heart manifested as a throb of his cock. The heat was filling his whole body, the pleasure overwhelming his senses. He was teetering on the point of no return, fighting it with every fiber of his being.

“No no no no no NO NO NO!” Jason looked as his cock with desperation, pleading with it to have mercy. But his cock had a mind of its own. A man’s dick has but one agenda – to blow hot cum as hard and as far as it can. Jason’s was no different. He knew that he was fighting a losing battle. His mind flashed to the thought of all the people of the world enslaved, infected by a virus that he will have fueled.

With that image it was over. A wave of pleasure like none Jason had ever felt passed through his body and he screamed. His cock sent that undeniable signal to his brain – CUM NOW. And Jason did just that. The semen rose through his dick and shot out with unbelievable force. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, accepting all the pleasure being inflicted upon him by the milking machine. Jason was sobbing, full of shame but unable to resist enjoying the pleasure of a forced orgasm. He watched helplessly as his semen flowed through the tube.

It was over. As the pleasure subsided Jason’s head cleared and he felt nothing but anger. He hated his dick for betraying him. However, at his core Jason knew the truth. This was his own fault – his weakness had caused the enslavement of the entire human race.