All Persons and depicted activities below are between consenting Full Adults well over 18 Years of age at all times.
After our incredible 100- 18 year old Twink orgy, we crashed together on the king bed. Lucas on my right and Noah on my left continued to lick and suck my nipples and armpits and would come together and slather up and down my cock, deeply kissing each other often.
Lucas paused and looked serious. He said, “What is wrong, Alex? You seem deep in thought and concern.”
I answered, “During that incredible session, Austin communed with me again. He is expected to pop his minisub hatch in the massive grotto pool on the 22nd and wants a two-day suck, fuck and fist fest orgy with the 100 of us with him, Kai, who is his Twin God Brother of the Sea, with their lovers Jake and Adam. Adam, from Logy Bay, Newfoundland, is my first cousin. He is super hot and gorgeous, so this will be fun with him; we have similar looks.”
Noah came up beside me and stated, “Well, that sounds cool and sexy fucking your cousin, especially since you have always wanted to.”
“Yes, but there is more. To heighten our horniness and ensure our most massive ejaculations and titanium iron-like cocks, Austin wants us to go celibate without any ejaculations with the APMS probes or each other (like all 100 of us) for 48 hours before his arrival on the 22nd.
So, no cumming or ejaculating at all after noon on Dec 20th, except I suppose we keep our semen cum bags on for our continuous drip that we can’t help (like puberty spontaneous ejaculations and nocturnal emissions).” I spoke.
Tyler suggested, “Well, the only way we will not kill each other and go sex-crazed mad is to maintain our random semen and cum swallowing, but we each would need at least 48 litres or more of fresh warm ready to drink, creamy white boy-cum… so…”
I responded, “Yes, simple math, dudes. It is the morning of the 14th now, and we have six calendar days to milk an extra 48 litres from each of us, not swallowing it but bagging it for the 48-hour celibacy ritual. Yes, we need to increase and store for an extra variance of 333mls per hour starting now in addition to our regular litre per hour needs, and we still cum on the probe for 8 hours daily.
Lucas said, “We seem to need less and less sleep, but 4 to 6 hours for some of us keeps us in perfect mental, emotional, and physical health. Most of us have been bagging all night with our bed partners sleeping with their two fists up our Twink-cunt through the night in our standard triangular two fists in each other's cunt. We seem to be squirting out during that a litre per hour as we all swap out and store in the warming cupboards everywhere our bags when up to piss.
This output is based on the two hands deep in us while we sleep. But what if we get Twinks together to sleep in the slings, and we rotate shifts to do more vigorous deep fisting with 3 and 4 arms and concentrate on the prostate, vesicle and Cowper's-gland for a few hours to try to quadruple our sleep cum ejaculate output.”
I answered, “Yes, we are on the right path, but then the guys doing the fisting are not sleeping, and they are only doing their usual excited drip from our visual and psychological environment. That Danny, aka Zeus dude from the F-F-FAS website, did that amazing 104-hour continuous fisted cum and piss blow-making over an oil barrel of Twink-cum, so he did a lot of it while sound asleep. This has to be coordinated with our brain, prostate and vesicle.” We all huffed and puffed.
TAPAIR Interjected, “Master Alex, sir, I have been listening (of course); if you summon Hannah and Staff with your intelligence and the collective, we have a solution.”
I replied, “Very well, bring her and them up to speed so I do not have to repeat all this.
I will digress into other news. Michael will be glad to see Jake when he, Austin, Adam, and Kai are here. They had a high school love affair, but Jake knew he was meant for someone else, as he had not hooked up with Austin yet.
I overheard that Lisa was also a babysitter to the two Ginger Twinks, Callum and Sawyer. They are brothers who signed up with different last names as one preferred their fathers’ last name and the other the mother's, so there are lots of brother and cousin fucking going on. Lisa has asked to have a memorable time with the 18-year-old Gingers again. During her most recent adult sitting years, she introduced the two 18-year-old brothers to gay sex with each other; the rest is history, but this will unfold after the four arrive. Hannah and Axel are Bi-sex lovers, so they want to strut their shit soon too.”
In a few minutes, Hannah and the staff arrived. She said, “Well, just when I thought your semen outputs were impossible, now we need to make even more – holy Fuck!”
I said, “Yes, and I am leaning toward overrides on the Anal Prostate Milking Stations so that none of us are losing time fisting cum out of other Twinks.”
Hannah replied, “Yes, I 100% agree. I am thinking 18 hours a day on the APMS probe and 6 hours of recreation, swim walk around, having sex with cum bags or down throats or sucking cum out of young man-cunts to eat and swallow, and continuing to swallow regular litre cum per hour each.”
I asked, “But Hannah, we need some sleep…?”
She replied, “You will need even more sleep! I suggest inducing sleep for 9 hours out of 18; you guys can sleep on the milking station chairs while getting cum-milked.”
I answered, “But we can’t drink water, piss or cum while we are asleep, and hydration, the brain, and all our sex glands and nerves are key to this output in the next 8 days; we need the water and nutrients when asleep.”
She continued, “When they did Danny, aka Zeus, in the video, he had intravenous hydration and meds support, so I suggest that, seeing as I, Axel, Lisa, and Michael are full medical doctors, we get the 100 of you IV shunted. The APMT can provide TAPAIR monitoring bagless meds and IV saline hydration to your cephalic veins in the inner forearm with standard medical IV supply tubes from the ceiling in the theatre with endless water-saline and meds to achieve all this; the IV tubes are just like the ones you have up your penises for the cum collection with the metal cone.
Suppose your hands are pulled back above and strapped into place with your legs in the milking stirrups. In that case, you all should be pretty comfy; we medicate and induce sleep. The brain, nanobots will instill the horniest, sexiest dreams playing every single sex video made by the hundreds of 18 year old Twinks on the F-F-FAS website and all we have recorded here.
The IV tubes give you excess hydration, and you guys will, during the 9-hour sleep, have the cum penis tubes and bags in and strapped to your legs, perhaps two, so that when one is complete, it will overflow to the other. The three staff and I will run around during your milking sleep and collect full Twink man-cum semen bags and swap them out for fresh empties.
There is a warming vault at 99F off the BDSM sleep quarters we have not shown you so that we will stack the 4800 or more litre bags of semen in there, and you guys cum get one as we will bar code and distribute them. It is time you discovered that the nanobots in your bloodstream identify each of you and everything about you, head to toe, past and current, to TAPAIR; everything is known and recorded.”
I answered, “Well, tell us something we already know. I think the 100 of us should start with some recreation and work out either in the Grotto Pool or the Greenhouse Solarium to limber up before we start this new marathon. Can the four of you walk about and IV shunt our arms during those three hours?”
Hannah stated, “Yes, it takes about 5 or 6 minutes each, so the four of us should have no problem. But be warned: After 6 days of 18-hour milking, your young man-cunts will need the two days' rest.”
I replied, “No shit eh! So, we plan to start our awake anal prostate milking at 3 PM? Each hour will progress us through levels one to nine with the usual random music selections, but during our sleep, there is dead silence and no light show, just our moans and groans, and we'd best grab blindfolds and decibel blockers for the sleep state. During our Nine-hour milkings, we will need to make 180 MLs of semen per hour, half for regular cravings and sustenance and half for storage for the 48-hour cum party. That is 3 ML per minute, or a regular average of 6ML cum blows every two minutes; we can do that and do even more during our awake milking and mixed semen and piss consumption. Make it so, Hannah, we will see you shortly for shunting and start these new extended sessions at 3 PM.” She nodded, and the four went off to get started and supplied.
Lance overheard some of the plans and came over and spoke, “What will you do if we start to piss in the night into the semen cum bags?”
TAPAIR responded, “Master Lance, I will handle that with the robotic arm and can monitor when the 100 of you need to urinate and will pull the semen cum tube out of your penises and then gently re-insert to the prostate; you all should stay asleep and not even notice; the Twink piss will flow into the river collection vat and be pumped into the main piss storage.” We all nodded and headed for the Greenhouse.
The plan was published and distributed to the Twinks. Many were so excited that a vast 18+ orgy broke out again in the solarium as Hannah and the staff were trying to start shunting. She was getting used to it, and it became commonplace during our regular medical checks for the exam patient to be in the middle of any wild, crazy cum sex. We all chatted during our sex and shunting.
Lucas stated, “Alex, on the 20th, when we begin our celibacy party can we drain the piss tanks in the solarium greenhouse while we all wait underneath in the pond and start that time with a wild man-piss party?”
I replied, “Fantastic idea, Lucas; consider it done.” Nearing 3 PM, we had all been IV shunted and began to head to our Anal Prostate Milking Stations. I think we were just randomly grabbing them now, as positions were not even posted; TAPAIR was recording the station where we landed, so to speak. We also decided that TAPAIR had enough of the music types we liked, so he would randomly select from the genres to best coordinate the 9-hour sound and light show milking. We leathered up and placed our blindfolds and decibel blockers in a side storage pouch on our milking station chairs.
I was worried about the 18-hour plan in the chair. They were fantastically comfortable; we were all in such limber and incredible shape that I hoped and expected we would fare well. As usual, once we were leathered up and in place with our hard huge cocks through the arch, the first section of the probe slid beautifully up our boy-cunts at 3.5” wide to begin and a depth of 18”. I was near the end station around #47 and had a good view of the entire room. The youngest birthday, 18+, twink from last month, Daniel, was on my left, and baby Zack was on my right. They had engaged in lots of sex together as of late and were forming a cum volume challenge. Twinks will be Twinks!
TAPAIR announced, “Hannah and staff, we are green across the board, and all 100 Twinks are in place. It's a good-to-go thumbs up.”
Regarding Alex with much love and respect, Hannah stood at the front of the large metal box stage near the entrance door and said, “Alex, Lord of the Twinks, we await your direction, my Lord.”
I was shocked, but not really. I realized a great responsibility had been placed in my care. I finally realized I was not that sad, a lowly lost young man from Toronto anymore. I was Lord of the Hottest, most incredibly gorgeous and beautifully sexual 99 18 year old young men to ever walk the face of the fucking earth!
I smiled and said, “Twinks, give us your hands, and here we go. Enjoy!” As soon as we held each other, the music, light show, and probes began thrusting. Of course, TAPAIR made great selections with Hans Zimmer themes and wonderful pulsing rhythms.
Within a few minutes, our semen and cum started to ejaculate as the moaning and groaning grew louder and louder. The wilder and more feral we all became, the more turned on we were, ejaculation flying about the room over 10 feet and landing on each other's chests, bellies, and faces with open mouths.
Feeling that probe slither deeper and broader as TAPAIR announced our progressions over the hours was so pleasurable. The smooth sliding sensation passes up all the folds and bends in our anal canals and rectums, piercing our sigmoid sphincter at two feet deep and five glorious inches. Our prostates and vesicles were blowing massive rope streams several feet long now. After part of an hour, the river vat was full of enough boy-cum and piss mixed with the spring water, the cum-semen remixers began, and the feeder tubes proceeded to our lips. As always, once we bit down on the cum feeder tube end, our mouth and throat were flooded with that hot mixed creamy white man-cum; we all looked at each other with such love and lust sucking and swallowing as the probes pounded deeper and broader; the sensations were inexplicable, these machines are a gift from God with the expanding silicone vertebrae.
From what I saw, we were all in cum output competition, so in the first hour, even I ejaculated and blew over two litres, I was sure. The hours progressed, and each hour took us to the next level. Watching the best ejaculations on the jumbotron and the extremely twisted pleasure orgasm on the boys' faces was the most incredible sight to behold, coupled with the Ultrasound and CT scan abilities, seeing our prostates and vesicles pump like bellows in an 1800s sword forge – un-fucking real – like second hearts!
Before we knew it, it was midnight. We had completed our first super extended awake session, taking the tip of the probe to within two inches of our cecum and appendix at a width of 4.5”. Our mans-cunts and rosebuds were now being stretched to 10.5” wide as the stirrups pulled open and popped our pubic symphysis apart and ratchet out our sacral-iliac joint to open our entire pelvic floor. Anyone of us could have anally given birth to a baby the size of a toddler and experience nothing but exquisite orgasmic pleasure. We sucked our mixed boy-cum feeding tubes until the river vat was bone dry.
Now, the real test would begin. What would we produce during our induced sleep? We all had a little ten-minute stretch, stood up off our milking chairs, gave each other pats, hugs, and kisses, and licked the bits of dripping man-cum from our faces and bodies.
Once we were all reseated in our chairs, Hannah, Axel, Michael, and Lisa quickly connected the limitless IV tubes to each of our shunts. In contrast, we connected the two cum-semen collection bags to our thighs. We inserted the 18” silicone cum tubes with the coned metal end deep into our penises until we felt the opening to the prostate – fuck, it felt so awesome to penetrate the urethra to that depth like a continuous ejaculation feeling as we all sighed, smiled, and moaned. The feed solution came from massive vats in the facility with other medications, so we all saw the IV tubing from the ceiling into our arms. Once we were all done, she and TAPAIR confirmed that we were green and good to go. She ran to me and said,
“I am very proud of you, Alex; you are doing a wonderful thing that has never been tried before: having a nice, restful, sexy horny massive cum sleep, my Lord of the Twinks.” She kissed me passionately, squeezing my tubed penis, causing my first squirt of cum into the bags. She helped put my blockers in my ears and my blindfold on. We all settled back into our chairs and felt the stirrups ratchet slowly to position 1. I heard nothing and saw nothing. The probe began, and I felt my first orgasm in less than a minute.
Before I knew it, I was asleep and assumed we all were. All I remember was the super horniest sex dreams I have ever had since we have been here, and forever, for that matter. I had images and scenes all night of every boy-fuck and cum swallow and mass group fisting Assgasms from that F-F-FAS website. I remember dreaming about Kai, being the clone-like twink brother of Austin, only he is the Merboy God of the Sea, fucking with various creature cocks and appendages and tentacles into Cousin Adam’s ass several feet deep and as wide as we go on the probe. Then I dreamt that I was doing Adam along with Kai. Fuck, it was so fucking hot, and in my dream, the cum was like a fire hydrant explosion, Old Faithful – maybe close with both my arms deep up my cousin's man-cunt with my mouth eating his rosebud.
Suddenly, I heard Hannah’s voice. She was sniffling and crying, but did not seem unhappy. She pulled off my blindfold and removed the ear blocks, and we heard and saw the tips of the probes leave our anal canal and ring as our rosebuds popped out.
Worried and anxious, I said, " Hannah, what has happened? Are the Twinks and young men all ok!”
She smiled and nodded, still dripping tears, “Yes, Alex, every single one is totally perfect!”
I asked, “Why are you crying then?”
Hannah replied, “It was incredible! Never did we dream these outputs were possible. I will never tell you what you all did these nine hours, and please do not ask TAPAIR with the Austin override. I want it to be a surprise when we open the vault on the 20th, but we are well ahead of the first session quota.”
I continued, “Well…how and why?”
She smiled and said, still wiping tears, “The medical and scientific application breakthrough you just achieved with the Twinks shows the brain's limitless potential. TAPAIR said once we started to plant the most erotic sex images in your induced sleep with the nanobots, they fused with all your cells. The centres in the brain that control pleasure, ejaculation, and fantasy grew more cellular matter and connections; the electrical storm was so fast, wild and beautiful; other less consequential parts of the brain compensate for this by giving them space. We saw in the scans during your orgasmic sleep that the nanobots repaired any damage caused by the probes deep in your cecum and every organ. Your prostates, your vesicles, and Cowper's glands are more significant. Your brain dug into your deepest, wildest sexual fantasies. TAPAIR could randomly throw all of your images on the Jumbotron. You are a bunch of crazy wild fucked-up horny Twinks.” She giggled.
I said, “Why are you and the three staff members sweating and out of breath?”
Hannah answered, “OH FUCK ALEX! We just did a nine-hour Olympic relay. We had to run, and I mean fucking run, and replace your cum bags. When you were in your deepest periods of sleep at the most turned-on horny sex orgasmic times, I thought your penises were close to 14” long and thicker.
The squirting semen explosions into the collection bags looked like pumps used to siphon gasoline. TAPAIR had to massively increase the sodium and glucose as your metabolic rates went wild at 400% max. Each of you burned over 15,000 calories in nine hours and lost 1% of your body fat; hence, you are all more defined and ripped than before.
Alex's results are world-changing, even more significant than the splitting of the atom. The nanobots are fused with your cells and tissues, making every organ, fibre and tissue perfect. Axel and Michael had to run to get more bags. The Twink-cum on the floor flew out when we swapped the bags; even trying to thumb cover the end, it still squirted everywhere.”
Lisa came over and said, “I am stuffed because I found it faster and easier to put the tube in my mouth while I changed the two bursting bags; so sorry, but I likely have swallowed about 12 litres of boy-cum over the past nine hours from the 25 that I minded. Fuck it, it all tasted so wonderful!” She giggled.
I asked and smiled as we all started to dethrone, so to speak, “So you will not tell me how many litres the 100 of us produced?”
Hannah smiled and wiped more tears. “Please, Alex. I have just one surprise for you and the boys. It will be a great early Christmas Present. We proved that the brain is the greatest sexual organ and the most important one, apart from the heart, and that, during sleep, it can heal all damage and deficiencies. The medical applications and sexual advances of this, combined with the future Assgasm, give humanity limitless possibilities.”
I asked, “So, are any injuries we suffered immediately repaired and healed?”
Hannah gasped with an open mouth and hesitantly answered, “Yes! I have to go make reports and confirm everything with Josh and the board, and I will tell you your father is very impressed, and both your parents are so proud, as are all the young men's parents, guardians and loved ones.”
I said, “My Father? And Mother? How do they know everything we are doing here and how we have progressed?”
Hannah said, “Austin insisted that we keep the few key family and kin up to date on the well-being of their young man sons. So, it was not in the original plan. But your father is part of the original research team, as are Adams's parents, your aunt, and your uncle.
With your father’s renowned endocrinology reputation, he is blown away at the changes in the brain and the endocrine system and advances and repairs of the entire human body's systems. Austin was also correct that it was not reasonable to have no contact with one's child for more than a year, and to keep the project around the world secret, we decided that we should give them weekly updates on what the boys and their child have achieved. Austin is planning a family day in the spring once daylight returns, with no more than 200 guests coming for a 12-hour visit. All must be nude, of course!”
I replied, “Oh Fuck! Great! Like a family day at Twink Camp – wonderful! I am fucking starving and so fucking thirsty.”
TAPAIR announced, “All Twinks, please proceed to the main dining rec hall for feeding and open sex…if you are up to it. At your leisure, then please hit the Grotto Pool, Solarium Fitness, for exercise and sex at random with all.”
I was on the elevator with Lucas, Noah, Daniel, Zack, Jason, Lance, Tyler, Sawyer, Callum, Theo, Adrian, Anthony and Justin. We were all so hungry and thirsty that we did not bother douching and caught glances of ourselves as we passed through the mirrored showers and our BDSM sleep quarters. Still, on the elevator up close, we were all dead silent, staring at ourselves in the mirrors. Smiles and chuckles broke out. We were perfect. We were more than perfect; we were like Greek Gods with bigger and better cock, asses and balls.
We all wolfed down our drinks and food and went back for seconds. Like any soldier getting food back from the battle, it tasted so wonderful. Having this thought as I saw many of the boys engage in almost violent ferocious sex and sucking, fucking, and fisting, I realized that we needed a change.
About one-third hit the pool, while the rest of us headed for the fitness solarium greenhouse. I gathered the guys on the elevator with me and headed to the open field area in the solarium, with the perfect stars above. I was sure they were expecting a wild group orgy, but I had other plans.
I turned to Tyler and said, “Hit me in the face as hard as you can right now?” The other few dozen Twinks gasped at the suggestion.
Tyler answered in a panic-screwed-up face, “No, Alex, never! Why would any of us ever hurt one another, especially you?”
I said, “See, I knew it. Your parents were so right about you being such as faggot pussy queer good-for-nothing cock sucker wimp!” Tyler’s face went awash with red. His penis, ¾ hard, had lost some blood as it went to his brain and heart… and Fists!
He replied, “Fuck off, Alex, you’re the biggest fucking queer pussy wimp here!”
I answered, “Oh, Mommy and Daddy were so right, weren’t they!” The other boys were dead silent as they saw Tyler form a fist and swing so quickly that my head spun back as he landed square on my cheek and teeth. I stood back up and spat out a mouthful of blood. I continued to ridicule and bully him, as we all, at some point, had experienced in our lives. He swung repeatedly as the other Twinks ran to my aid to stop him.
A few dozen Twinks broke out in a massive brawl in less than a minute. Now, with my face bloodied, I turned and struck Tyler. Faster and faster, we all made lightning-fast and powerful Tony Jaa-like moves; we had no idea we even knew how to fight. In a few more minutes, we were all awestruck, covered in each other's blood, snot, tears and had that Matt Damon feeling from The Bourne identity like, who the fuck taught us these skills. Hannah came running down, as I'm sure TAPAIR would report.
“Guys! Guys! My God, What the Fuck Alex is going on here? You are lovers, not fighters!”
Lucas interjected, “Yes, but we are Twinks and young men. I am not sure about the rest of you guys, but for a change, this felt like fucking great fun!” We all giggled. I walked over to the shower station and washed my face. It was not a scratch, and it was as good as new.
Tyler said, “I am sorry to have struck you, Alex; please forgive me.”
I answered, “Tyler, I did it on purpose, and I have seen our fucking, sucking, and fisting and BDSM getting wilder and wilder and more powerful and aggressive. Our testosterone is through the roof, and the great orgasms that we love and share…well, we need a change, so from now on, each day, we have one hour of fight club. Guys, we are self-healing, so we can’t do any permanent damage; now go beat the fucking shit out of each other; that is a fucking order!” All the Twinks and young men commented that it was fun for a change and felt fantastic.
Hannah held her hands to her head, saying, “What am I going to do with these Fucking Twinks!” We giggled. Soon, the rest of the Twinks joined from the connecting Grotto pool door. We returned to a 100-young-man brawl reminiscent of Fight Club or group fight scenes from the movie Nobody with Bob Odenkirk or The Raid with Iko Uwais.
It was great fun, and we were fucking great warriors at hand-to-hand combat. Yes, our cocks softened a little; after an hour, arm in arm, smiling away, we all hit the Grotto pool, covered in blood, tears, cum, piss-kissing and licking our bodies and faces. Not a scratch or bruise on any. We were warriors with the most incredible sexual abilities and fight skills, second to none, with instant repair and healing!
Once cleaned up, I witnessed some of the most loving, caring, and passionate group sex we have ever had. All 100 of us engaged in a connected group orgy. So much cum was swallowed, and so many cocks and fists up our asses and throats. This gave new meaning to the phrase make-up sex, and - fuck; we needed it!
Before we knew it, we were back in the next APMT session. We had progressed to a new loving 18+ brother-in-arms level. Can’t just have fucking and sex all the time now, can we!
