SMR part 2

Author: lthrsmlad
Title: SMR part 2
Date: 18 February 2012

Steve, Mike, and Rob (SMR Day two)


It was 5.30 in the afternoon when Steve and Mike returned from their shopping trip. After unloading the stuff they’d bought from the van they carried it into the playroom.

They could hear Rob giggling his head off! Loud moans of pleasure and laughter filled the house.

Mike chuckled at Steve. "I bet he came!" he said.

Steve smiled and carried on loading the shopping into the playroom. "He better not of fucking cum or he’ll be wearing that milker for the rest of the night as punishment!"

Mike smirked and gripped Steve by the balls.

"He's got plenty of time for punishments once this is all set up!" he gave Steve a hard twist and a mean squeeze on his testicles, pulling his hand away and returning with his fist balled up, punching Steve right in the nuts.

They finally finished bringing all of the stuff they’d bought into the house and locked the playroom door so Rob could not have a preview JUST YET!

They both headed for the bedroom and could see Rob on the bed secured in the sleep sack, his cock still being pumped after so many hours of being continuously wanked off by the machine.

Ticklish as hell, his cock extra sensitive after hours of pleasurable torture, Rob was laughing hysterically. He still had not cum yet, but had been close so many times that his balls ached like fuck from the need to shoot his massive load.

Mike switched off the machine, unclipped the bungee cord keeping it in place, and slowly began to take off the cylinder, only to bring it back again, moving it up and down, wanking him with the tube.

Rob burst out laughing. "Nooo!!! Please! I don't wanna cum. Please!" he said in between bouts of laughter.

Mike laughed too, and stopped tormenting him. He then took the tube that engulfed his cock and pulled it off slowly. Rob’s cock was crimson-red from the continuous masturbating he had endured all afternoon. It was also slick with pre-cum!

Mike grabbed a hold of Rob’s cock in his left hand, fingering his cock head and running the finger inside the foreskin, around the corona, forcing the tickling sensation to grow even more than the machine had.

With his right hand he pumped the lad’s penis a couple of times, then put his mouth around the wet, engorged cock, made raw and extremely sensitive by the milking machine. The warm mouth of Mike licked and sucked hard on Rob’s cock.

"Aaahh, oooh!" Rob was so close to cumming, but really did not want to just yet, and started laughing, thrashing in the sleep sack that held him tight. Mike removed his mouth from the swollen organ.

"Good boy," he whispered, then slapped Rob’s dick. Hard. "Let’s get you out of this sack and into the shower. You’ve got dinner to make. Me and Steve have got some stuff to do in the playroom. Shower, relax, and make dinner… slave boy!”

With that he released Rob from the prison he'd been in all night, the whole of the morning, and afternoon. The evening he was free. For now!

To be continued