18 comments/ 148329 views/ 82 favorites Thirsty Old Men By: TheReluctantKnight Thirsty Old Men Ch. 02 Thirsty Old Men Ch. 02 Davenport wasn't able to keep his finger on the jock's dancing asshole and as soon as it slipped away, the 'worm' slid almost all the way out. But it was still covered in the Nerve Attack lube and wriggled its way almost all the way back in. Gareth's puckered asshole squeezed it back out, but it forced its way back in until he was involuntarily fucking it in and out of his ass, scrubbing its slimy surface over his prostate over and over again. "Son of a bitch," Davenport grunted. The sight of Gareth's ass getting fucked by the 'worm' had been enough to send his own hormones into over drive and soon enough the effects of Gareth's cum had his own dick shooting to attention. "Success!" Dr. Clancy exclaimed as he noted Davenport's erection. He looked down at his crotch and a wide grin broke over his face. His penis was hardening rapidly. When the doctor motioned for him to do so, he reached down and unbuttoned his trousers. Davenport almost always went commando and today was no different. His fat, veiny cock sprang out from behind the buttons like an angry snake, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It was fully erect and about 8 and a half inches long. Both Davenport and the doctor watched in delighted amazement as the swollen dick pulsed a few times and became even stiffer. "Son of cocksucker!" Davenport laughed. "Look at that motherfucker! Damn it I feel like I'm going to cum just standing here!" The doctor swiftly moved into action, wheeling over a machine with a series of silver and neon blue buttons and switches. Attached to the top of the machine was a clear hose, which he attached to a clear tube that encased a see-through sleeve. The inner sleeve, made of the same silicone as the Polishing Pump that still sucked away at Gareth's dick, was soft and pliable. The inside of the tip of the sleeve was covered in small purple bumps. The rest of the sleeve was covered in lines that spiraled down the inside of it. These lines were actually cuts in the silicone that allowed the sleeve to expand and contract when the machine was turned on. The doctor pressed a button on the machine's top panel and the sleeve began to move up and down within the clear cylinder. The bumps at the top began to vibrate lightly as well. Davenport, eyes intent on the cylinder, moaned and licked his lips as he watched the machine. He'd begun to jerk his thick meat and as the doctor emptied half a tube of lubricant into the sleeve he pumped a little faster. "Hey, now," Dr. Clancy smiled as he snatched Davenport's hand away from his dick, "Cut that out! We need to collect your first ejaculation after having taken in Prince's contribution. We'll measure the quantity, quality, and sperm count in your semen. You'll also need to let me know how this orgasm feels. There's a chance that Gareth's cum may have had some extra endorphins in it, something that's actually quite common in younger specimens. If it did, you'll likely experience a more powerful orgasm..." The doctor stopped talking when he realized that Davenport had stopped listening to him. The man's eyes were now glazed over and his hips were writhing, pumping his pink mushroom tipped cock closer towards the tube in the doctor's hand. "Is this what you want?" Dr. Clancy teased, tipping the cylinder upside down so that some of the lube ran out. He quickly caught it on his index finger and rubbed it on the thick rim of the cylinder's padded base. "Yessssssssss," Davenport hissed absently. Dr. Clancy was fascinated by Davenport's response. He had become single-minded in the pursuit of his pleasure, nearly in a trance as he focused on the device that would grant it to him. "Turn around then and lean forward," the doctor ordered. Like an obedient child, Davenport faced away from the doctor and leaned forward. Dr. Clancy pushed the man's pants to just below his ass cheeks, and then brought the tube around the where his dick was eagerly waiting. He waited for an intake constriction and when it came he allowed it to slurp Davenport's dickhead in. The response was instantaneous. Davenport let out a long, low moan and tipped his head back. His eyes were half closed and Dr. Clancy could only see the whites, so he knew they rolled back into his head. When the tube cycled for another intake, he let it have the whole first half of Davenport's dick. He let the tube go then, knowing that it would eventually suck its ways to the base of Davenport's cock. While the milking machine was busy on his cock, the doctor grabbed the tube of lube and a small prostate massager called an Aneros. He lubed it up, and then used his thumb and index finger to separate Davenport's ass cheeks. He slowly rubbed the tip of it against Davenport's asshole before carefully inserting it into his tight, hairy hole. Davenport grunted as the massager hit bottom, and the doctor watched as his asshole puckered in and out as he gently fucked himself with it, passing it over his prostate repeatedly. "Uuuuunnnngh!" Davenport moaned, reaching up for the grab bar he'd had placed at that part of the room for just such a purpose. "I'm so close!" "Let it out, Charles...it wants to come out. I can see your balls tightening up." Davenport's breathing escalated and he hunched forward. He grunted and his eyes widened as his asshole began to twitch uncontrollably, fucking the prostate massager in and out of his ass more rapidly. "Oh...what's happening in my ass?!" Dr. Clancy realized that Davenport should have cum by that point. Then it hit him. 'What If the effects of The Capacitor are contagious?' he thought. Without further thought, he shouted to Davenport, "Cum, Charles!" Davenport's clutch on the grab bar tightened and the metal actually bent in his grasp. He squeezed his eyes closed, took a deep breath, and came with a roar. His cum flooded the inner cylinder and after a few short seconds, the force of the flood of semen pushed the pump off of Davenport's cock. He shot jet after jet of thick cum into the air and there didn't seem to be any signs of slowing. "Urrrrrrrrrgh! Uh! It feels so GOOOOOOODDD!" Davenport cried out. "What do you feel?" Dr. Clancy asked, grabbing up his note pad and scribbling furiously. Davenport moaned a few more times before he could answer in a quaking voice that was broken by several grunts. "I can feel....it. My...cum...shooting up my cock...I can feel it...licking out of...my piss hole! I can feel...everything! AGH! UGH! UGGGHHHH!!!!!" Davenport and Gareth screamed in unison as their dicks pumped endless volleys of cum -- Gareth's into the nearly full receptacle at the end of the tube, and Davenport's into an ever-expanding puddle on the floor between his feet. "Looks like we're going to need another jock, aye Doc?" a deep, slightly accented voice sounded from the stairs. Dr. Clancy jumped and so did Marshall, the lower half of his face damp from the attentions he'd still been lavishing on Gareth's balls. "Alrik Ericsson," the man introduced himself, "and I am very intrigued." To be continued.... UP NEXT: Gareth's best friend is roped into the action. Thirsty Old Men Ch. 03 Thirsty Old Men Ch. 03 "I don't know, Davenport!" Ericsson yelled. "I mean, look at this poor boy!" Davenport scoffed, "Oh, that is rich! Just minutes ago, you wanted to be all over his dick! This whole thing is your fault!" "My fault?!" Ericsson was shouting now. Davenport nodded vehemently. "He wouldn't have felt compelled to tell us that story if you'd been able to control your urges!" "Point of fact, Davenport, he was compelled to tell us the truth!" Cutledge roared. "And that truth is going to get you a baby, Jake," Davenport stated calmly. "And you," he looked at Ericsson, "it's going give you the one thing you've always wanted but never had." He glowered at them, staring them down. "Now, both of you look me in the eye and tell me you don't still want to go through with this!" Stunning both of them, Cutledge got out of the car, but not before commanding Bryce, "Get your ass to that basement right now!" With a self-satisfied grin, Davenport followed Cutledge into the house. Ericsson was left alone in the dark to ponder his next move. He was just about to head inside, determined to see this thing through, when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Looking up, he spotted Bryce's single glob of cum on the ceiling of the truck. After a quick glance at the house to make sure that no one was saw, he reached up, scooped the cum into his index finger, and brought it to his mouth. He'd swallowed it before he realized just what he'd done. To be continued.... UP NEXT: Gareth and Bryce learn a new definition of team work and Ericsson finds out the true meaning of 'be careful what you wish for'. Thirsty Old Men Ch. 04 Thirsty Old Men Gareth was making so much noise that he didn't hear the basement door swing open and closed. He didn't hear the two sets of footsteps that descended the stairs. "I see you've prepped our specimen," he heard Dr. Clancy note. Instantly, he started begging for them to let him go, but the words were muffled and incoherent around the gag. "Shut him up," he heard Davenport snarl. Then there were a series of taps and clicks as Dr. Clancy typed into a computer somewhere behind Gareth's head. Suddenly, Gareth felt a wave of something shoot through his head. It felt like an electric current, but it wasn't electricity. He opened his mouth around the gag to protest, but another wave went through his head and he could no longer remember the words to say to beg them to stop. "Very good," Davenport said as he watched Gareth's throat work, as though searching for the words that his brain could not find. "Here's how this is going to work, son," Davenport had moved to stand near Gareth's head and had placed both of his hands on Gareth's shoulders. "You're here for me. You're going to do what I tell you, when I tell you. You're not doing to do or say anything I don't want you to do or say. You won't even move if I don't want you to move. Now, you may be wondering how I could possibly force you to do anything at all. Well, did you feel that push in your head a second ago? That right there is called a Neuron Capacitor. It can affect your brain's functions, both voluntary and involuntary. I can make it so you can't talk or move. And I can't make it so you can't breathe." He chuckled softly before adding, "Hell, if I wanted, I can even make it so your heart stops beating." Gareth's stopped struggling and only whimpered when the pain in his nipples became too much to take in silence. "Now, here's the deal. I'm going to ask the good doctor here to set the Neuron Capacitor so that you can only speak when you're asking for pleasure. You won't be able to complain or beg us to stop anything we're doing to you. Also, I'm going to have him remove those little inhibitive impulses that might make you not want to express what you're feeling. If it feels good, you'll let us know. If you need to moan or scream you can, but only in pleasure. This is a bit of a gift for both of us. Us, cause we want to hear what you've got to say. You, cause I'm sure you want that gag out." Davenport motioned for the doctor to proceed and Gareth felt a series of "pushes" radiating through his brain. Where he'd been whimpering in pain from the hot gel on his nipples, he instantly fell silent. His brain still registered the pain, but he was trapped inside his own body now as well as the bonds and couldn't vocalize a protest. Not even when he felt someone remove the gag from his mouth. He knew it wasn't Davenport because his hands were still on his shoulders. "There's only one way that gel is coming off, boy," Davenport said, his lips nearly touching one of Gareth's ears. "You gotta beg us to lick it off, and we won't make a single move until we hear you begging for our tongues." Gareth was horrified. He wasn't gay, had never had a single gay thought in his entire life, and now this man was asking him to beg them to violate him? He remained silent for several minutes, but as the pain increased his will began to falter. Finally, after almost ten minutes of excruciating pain, he broke. "Please," he whimpered. Instantly, as though in reward for his cooperation, he felt another push from the Capacitor and his dick reacted with a pulse that brought him to a full erection. He moaned and behind the blindfold, his eyes rolled back into his head. "Please, lick me!" He heard Davenport's now recognizable chuckled and felt his breath on his neck. A long, wet tongue dragged the length of his neck and Gareth moaned again. "Uuuugh!" Another push sent a pearl of pre-cum up the length of his penis. He felt it make its slow ascent, then it caressed his slit with its silken texture as it broke free and ran down his dick. He felt it slide down and over his balls and couldn't stop the grunt of satisfaction at having felt each stage of that little drop of liquid's journey. He realized now, that every time he cooperated with the capacitor's coercion, every time he gave in to its insistent pushing, he would be rewarded with more pleasure. "I like that," Gareth breathed, "but I need you to lick me somewhere else." Davenport smiled against Gareth's neck and bit down on the chorded muscle that ticked with excitement. "I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, m'boy." Gareth keened again. "Please...please lick my nipples!" "Atta boy!" he heard the doctor laugh. Shame tore through him, but he could do nothing outwardly to display it. Especially not as he felt Davenport lean down over him and flick his right nipple as Marshall simultaneously attacked his left. The two laved their tongues over his nipples like mad men. They grunted and moaned louder and more often than he did as they pleasured him. Finally, after several minutes, they stopped and Gareth was relieved to note that the burning sensation was gone as well. He grunted softly when the A/C kicked on and he felt the cool air on his dick. He was shocked to find that it felt wet and realized that a puddle of pre-cum had formed under his balls. The underside of his dick was slick with it as well, and the chord that ran the length of his dick stood out in sharp relief. "I know Marshall here has already told you what I want with you, Gareth." Davenport spoke now from the foot of the table. "It's simple really. I need your cum, so I can cum like I used to. Boy, I used to shoot like a fire hose. I've had orgasms that last for minutes and I could get it back up again almost instantly. Unfortunately, I think I've worn my cock out. Let me ask you this, what the most you've ever cum?" Gareth wasn't intending on answering, but it was almost as though the Capacitor had read his mind and issued a push that forced him to answer. "I don't know, maybe a couple teaspoons. I don't exactly keep a measuring cup on hand." "Oh, you'll be cumming a lot more than a couple teaspoons, m'boy!" Davenport was rubbing his legs now, his hands creeping slowly up towards Gareth's dick. "What's the longest you've ever cum?" Not sure whether repeated pushes from the Capacitor would have long term effects on his brain, Gareth decided to beat it to the punch and answered the question of his own free will. "Maybe a little under a minute." He was alarmed when all three – Davenport, Dr. Clancy, and Marshall – burst into peals of laughter. "You are in for such a treat!" he heard Marshall exclaim. Almost simultaneously he felt Davenport grip the base of his dick. He grunted with the suddenness of it. "Marshall, would you mind?" he heard Davenport ask. Gareth heard some rustling, then the sound of a cap popping before he felt a cool liquid being drizzled over his dick. He groaned as it ran down and mingled with the slick pre-cum already present. He also felt another push in his head and realized pretty quickly that it was intended to make the pleasure move to the forefront of his consciousness and senses. He breathing sped up again. The lube finally stopped drizzling, but then he felt the tips of someone's fingers on the tip of his dick. As best he could, he arched his back and grunted. "Uggggh!" The fingertips danced around the head of his cock, slipping and sliding over the sensitive skin, which was now stretched tightly over his engorged member. His moaning was near constant as the person played with the sensitive tip then closed a ring made by their thumb and index finger around his dick and pulled it down to meet with Davenport's hand, which still held the stiff appendage steady. The hand worked his cock up and down in a series of slow and rapid patterns that caused Gareth's hips to writhe pitifully against the straps. "Why?" he asked in a tortured voice. "I could just jack off for you. You could keep my cum, I swear. Why does it have it be this way?!" Dr. Clancy, who'd moved to stand near Gareth's head and was now gently flicking his lubed fingertips over Gareth's nipples, replied. "Because, we need to ensure maximum ejaculation each and every time we make you cum. We need to explore which methods are the most effective." Gareth moaned helplessly. "I need to explain something else to you," Dr. Clancy added. "The Capacitor had made it so that you will feel the pleasure we give you in the most powerful way. I'm sure you've already gathered this. However, there's something more. Your brain will not allow you to cum until someone sucks you off." "What?" Gareth was dumbfounded. "What are you saying?" "He's saying," Marshall responded, "that you won't be able to cum from just this hand job. You need a tongue and a throat to make you shoot." Gareth was panting now, partly because of the intense pleasure bouncing from his dick to his nipples and back again and partly in disbelief. "There's only one other way you'll ejaculate," Dr. Clancy told him. "Does it involve one of your mouths on my dick?" Gareth asked. Davenport smirked at his two accomplices. "No, it doesn't involve our mouths on your dick." Without thinking, Gareth shouted, "I'll take it!" "Perfect," Davenport leered. He grabbed a tube of lubricant and unscrewed the cap before tossing it to Dr. Clancy who replaced the cap with a cone-shaped nozzle and pressed a button on the table. Instantly, the areas directly under Gareth's legs began to raise, turning into stirrups. The rest of the table beyond his ass actually fell away. Gareth panicked and was about to shout, but the Capacitor was one step ahead of him and sent its push to block his protest. As the stirrups rose, they bent at the knees and pushed them back towards head. Not only was his ass exposed, but he could feel his cheeks spreading. In an effort to keep them out of his ass, he clenched it, unknowingly causing his hole to pucker more. "Why thank you, Gareth," Dr. Clancy patronized as he watched the perfect hole stick out further. When the stirrups finished rising, Gareth's butt was actually facing the ceiling and his knees were almost touching his ears. He felt someone's hands pull his ass cheeks even further apart. It was Marshall. Dr. Clancy tipped the tube of lube upside down and touched the nozzle to Gareth's ass. He jerked, but made no argument even though he wanted to with every fiber of his being. The nozzle slipped into Gareth's puckered pink hole and the Dr. fucked the 2-inch nozzle in and out of the hole for a few seconds before squeezing on the end of the tube. Gareth moaned as he felt the cool lube push into his anus. The nozzle wasn't all the way in and a bit of it popped out of his hole before the doctor pushed it in and gave the tube a good squeeze. Gareth grunted as he felt his rectum fill with the jelly-ish lube. The nozzle slid out and the doctor set the tube aside before asking, "Ok, Gareth...are you ready?" Since his answer would have been a resounding "NO", the Capacitor forced him into silence. Gareth trembled when he felt a finger gently circle his puckered hole. It rubbed the sensitive ring of muscle for several minutes before it began to force its way in. Again, in an effort to keep it out, Gareth pushed. His hole puckered more, actually making the finger's intrusion easier. "You know what," Davenport interrupted the doctor's entry by putting his hand on the doctor's wrist. "I don't want him to be able to scream and shout and cause a scene, but I think he should be able to tell us when he doesn't like something." The doctor went over to the computer to adjust the Capacitor's settings. "Just don't let him get carried away," Davenport added. Once the adjustments were made, the doctor came back and reintroduced his finger to Gareth asshole. "Please don't do this to me," Gareth said. He wanted to shout, but couldn't. His voice sounded breathless, laced with pleasure, and he knew they wouldn't take his begging seriously. "Ugh...please! Take it out!" His words ended on a moan. It wasn't that the finger slowly inching its way into his heavily lubed asshole didn't feel good. It just felt wrong. In truth, it felt amazing, and the Capacitor's Pleasure Push made him feel it all the more. When the finger was all the way in, the doctor kept it straight and slowly pulled out all the way then pushed it all the way in several times. There was so much lube that some of the excess was actually squeezed out when the finger went back in. Thought it felt great, Gareth wondered how this was supposed to make him cum. He got his answer the next time the doctor's fingers went all the way in. This time, the doctor curved it upwards towards his dick and moved it in a 'come hither' motion. Instantly, Gareth cried out. "Oh....my.....gawwwwwwwwwwwwdddd!!!!!!!!!!!" The doctor began to vigorously massage the jocks untried prostate. Gareth couldn't move much, but he writhed as much as he could. "No! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!" Even he wasn't sure if he actually meant the words that poured out between moans and gasps of intense pleasure. "You will not cum until I tell you," Davenport ordered. Instantly, Gareth felt a push. The bastards had programmed the Capacitor to make him follow orders. Davenport had said that it could control both the voluntary and involuntary functions of his body. Now, he knew it to be true. He could feel himself pulling away from orgasm like someone lightly applying the brakes on a race car. He felt Davenport's hand reach between his thighs and pull his dick back so they could see its tip and his asshole at the same time. Then, he felt Davenport's lips close around the head of his dick. Through a moan, Gareth whimpered, "But you said...you said you wouldn't!" "I lied," Davenport said quickly, before taking the boy's dickhead back into his mouth. He sucked on it and wriggled his tongue over it in a frenzy, slipping the tip of tongue into the boy's pisshole repeatedly. Between the finger in his ass and on his prostate and the mouth on the head of his dick, Gareth was lost but he couldn't cum without Davenport's command. Gareth moaned and screamed in pleasure; all the while begging them to stop. Davenport sucked all the way down to the base of Gareth's cock and stayed there, his throat massaging the head. "Gaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! UUUUNNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" In a quick motion, Davenport pulled his head off of Gareth's dick. He watched as it pulsed, the chord that ran along the underside pounding in a glistening rhythm. "Gareth...Cum!" He hurriedly put the boy's dick bath into his mouth and sucked it all the way in to the base. At the same time, the doctor worked his finger more swiftly against his prostate and into his ass. Marshall, who still held Gareth's cheeks open leaned down and sucked his balls into his mouth, laving them with his tongue. Gareth pressed his head back into the padded surface of the table and grunted so loud that all four of them felt the vibration of his voice. The Capacitor, recognizing the imminence of an orgasm, sent a push to prolong Gareth's ejaculation, increase semen production, and remove the refractory period all together. Gareth screamed and his dick began to pulse even harder. Davenport felt as though he had a writhing, conscious being in his mouth. The throbbing became more intense and Gareth's dick actually grew harder. Then, the throbbing stopped suddenly. For a moment, Gareth's mouth was open in a silence scream. Then he inhaled sharply and his dick throbbed three times. He screamed and felt the first wave of a gush of semen shoot up his dick with velocity unlike any he'd ever known. It shot straight from the slit in the tip of his cock into the back of Davenport's throat. All Gareth could do was scream helplessly as his dick obediently spurted volley after volley of thick juice into Davenport's hungry mouth. His eyes were open wide behind the blindfold and his voice was beginning to grow hoarse. The first wave of cum actually lasted for nearly 2 minutes and the stream never lessened. Davenport continued to suck, greedily drinking from the faucet that was the boy's delicious cock. The doctor continued to work his finger in and out of the boy's tight, puckered asshole. He maintained the right curve in his thrust to hit his prostate every time. Marshall had given up sucking to watch his idol slip into the throws of yet another orgasm. By now, Gareth was actually howling. The pleasure was so intense that it was unbearable, but the Capacitor was forcing him to beg for more because it felt so good. "PLEASE SUCK IT OUT OF ME! I'M CUMMING AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!" This went on for nearly 30 minutes, and even after Gareth fell unconscious, Davenport kept sucking and the doctor kept fingering his puckered hole. To be continued....up next – a whole group of Thirsty Old Men, a jock strapped to a glory hole, and a milking that you'll have to read to believe....TRK