Penis 92: Welcome to the Cum Farm

I'm Gonna Cum

I've never ejaculated in front of anyone, let alone a warehouse filled with a hundred naked college guys.

"First time is always the weirdest," said Nick encouragingly. "After that, it's like… brushing your teeth — five times a day."

His friendly voice was a welcomed distraction from the endless moaning and cumshots broadcasting from the TV screen above.

Like everyone else in this facility, I was strapped to a metal table, laying face up with my hands bound behind my head.

Nick called this place the "cum farm". Apparently they milked us five times a day, and this was my first day.

"I'll walk you through everything," he said calmly. "They already sent the Viagra into your IV, so things will get started soon."

"The — what??" 

I looked frantically at my arm and hadn't even realized I was hooked up to an IV.

A few minutes passed, and just as Nick had predicted, my penis started to get hard, even though I wasn't horny at all.

It was a very strange feeling, like my cock had a mind of its own.

"Is it okay if I watch?" he asked. "Just to guide you through everything."

"Uh — okay," I said awkwardly, very self conscious about my pale, thin, hairless body next to his.

"Damn buddy, you're a shower and a grower," he said with a grin. "I swear, it's always the skinny shy guys..."

I felt strangely comforted by Nick's compliments, which helped me get fully erect pretty quick.

"Nice," he said. "So now the tube thing is gonna come down and latch onto your dick."

My eyes went wide.

"It's not as scary as it sounds," he said quickly. "Just stay still. You can look at me while it's happening, okay?"

I nodded, terrified, and turned to face him.

I didn't think I was gay, but there was something... mesmerizing about Nick.

He was just so athletic and confident, with muscles and hair in all the right spots. His tan line was ridiculous, like two bodies sewn together — separating his golden torso from those slightly hairy white legs, and the meaty penis between them.

Even though he had just ejaculated in front of me, his thick uncut dick was still half-erect, foreskin slightly rolled down from the head.

His balls dangled down low, occasionally sticking to his inner thigh until he wiggled his legs open again.

"AGH!" I yelped, snapping back to reality as the tube latched onto my cock.

"You're okay, buddy," said Nick gently. "Hey, look at me again."

Breathing heavily, I looked into his eyes. They were dark brown, twinkling from the florescent lights above.

"It's gonna start soon," he said. "Your dick is cut, right?"

I nodded.

"The machine will lube it up for you," he said.

Right on cue, I felt a squirt of something warm flood over my cock.

Despite the intensely scary situation, I suddenly found myself feeling the slightest bit horny as the liquid spilled over my the head of my penis and down my shaft, dribbling out onto my balls.

"The lube is our cum by the way," he said with a grin, pointing up to the ceiling. "All of ours, mixed together. So enjoy my fresh load."

I raised my eyebrows and looked up to see he was telling the truth. All of our tubes seemed to be leading up to a giant glass container hanging from the ceiling, filled with hundreds of gallons of milky white college boy semen.

"It's going to start milking you now," said Nick. "Just enjoy the ride, okay?"

I held my breath as the tube started to move up and down my penis.

I was prepared to scream, but instead I accidentally let out a moan of pleasure.

It felt... incredible? Like what I imagined a blowjob would feel like. Consuming my entire cock in some sort of warm, soft, slippery heaven.

"See?" said Nick. "Not bad, right?"

I noticed his penis was getting hard again, which only made me feel more comfortable.

I couldn't believe I was getting jerked off by a machine, in front of all these guys — in front of Nick.

"When's the last time you blew a load?" he asked.

 "I don't know," I said awkwardly. "Maybe like... three days ago?" 

"Seriously?" he laughed. "Jesus. Even before this place, I jacked off at least twice a day."

The thought of Nick rubbing that foreskin up and down until he ejaculated all over his chiseled chest only made me more aroused.

"Hey, tell me when you're about to cum, okay?" 

"Okay," I gasped as the tube performed some sort of vibration on the sensitive back part of my cock head.

I had used a fleshlight a few times before, but this was a thousand times more intense. And the craziest part was that I couldn't control it.

I tried to hold on for longer, but it wasn't like masturbation where I could slow things down. The machine clearly just wanted me to ejaculate, and it was about to get its wish.

"I'm gonna cum," I stammered, embarrassed by my poor stamina. "But I have a condition—"

"Don't worry about it," said Nick. "They're gonna announce it on the TV screen and show everyone your cumshot. Does the same thing for all of us."

Once again, Nick was right.

Moments later, the robotic voice spoke from the televisions above.

"Penis #92 is nearing ejaculation."

The way it spoke was so cold and clinical, like my penis was a piece of meat, detached from the rest of me.

I was way beyond the point of no return, but I let out one last protest: "Wait, I have a condition—"

"Relax and let it out," said Nick. "You're gonna be okay, I swear."

I closed my eyes as my cock appeared on the TV above. It looked so big, zoomed in like that. I couldn't believe my dick was being broadcast to every guy in the facility. I saw Nick glance up at his screen, watching my cock get milked in high definition.

I squeezed my legs and flexed my feet back, just like Nick had done when he finished.

Then I finally surrendered, and that's when the floodgates opened.

Cum started squirting from my penis, and it didn't stop. I sprayed inside the tube, one squirt after another, and I could feel it filling up quick. Soon my cock was completely submerged in a pool of its own warm, salty semen.

"Holy shit, dude." Nick's jaw dropped.

But I wasn't done. My dick just kept pumping out load after load, like a garden hose that couldn't be shut off.

Suddenly, the tube started to shake and beep. The robotic voice spoke again: 

"Warning. Warning. Penis #92. Over capacity."

But I couldn't stop cumming. My entire body twitched with each squirt.

"Liam, you okay??"

For the first time, Nick sounded worried.

The beeping became faster, and the shaking got worse.

WARNING! WARNING! PENIS #92 OVER CAPACITY!

I should have been scared, but my cock seemed to be running the show now — and all it wanted was to keep ejaculating.

The awkward geek in me was completely overridden by my insatiable penis.

WARNING! WARNING! INITIATE SHUTDOWN ON PENIS #92!

But it was too late. With a loud crack, the entire tube burst open, and my cum splattered everywhere.

First it hit my legs, then my abs, chest, neck and face.

Heart racing, I looked down at my dick, drained and floating in a massive puddle of its own wet, sticky semen.

Finally, it was satisfied.

"Dude, are you okay??" 

I looked at Nick, whose penis was now fully erect again, reaching well beyond his belly button. I noticed a bit of my cum was dripping from his exposed armpit hairs.

"Sorry!" I said, panting for breath. "I —I have a condition. It's called hyperspermia. It makes me do... that. Sorry!"

Nick stared at me, eyes wide.

My cheeks went bright red with embarrassment at the mess I had created. Post-orgasm, without my penis in charge, I was back to my usual nervous, awkward self. I looked absolutely ridiculous, covered from head to toe in my own cum.

"Sorry," I said again, rambling as I became more and more flustered. "Once it starts, I can't stop it. I don't know what comes over me. It just goes on forever. By the way, I think some got stuck in your armpit hair. I didn't mean to —"

"Dude, that was awesome..." Nick whispered, as a tube dropped from the ceiling and latched onto his fresh boner. "I think you and that cum cannon might be able to get us out of here."

I raised my eyebrows. "What — what do you mean?"

While Nick got jerked off for the second time that day, he told me his plan.