Jack-o-matic
by Robert Moon (a.k.a. "Lunatrick")
written: 8/2/99
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The star college athlete learns a hard lesson. In a case of "buyer
beware", this over-sexed and over-endowed stud searches for sexual
satisfaction. Ultimately, he finds himself coming to terms with
unforeseen circumstances.
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"The Jack-o-matic 2000. It's the ultimate sexual aid for the next
century." That's what it says right here on the box. This is not a
product endorsement, but I am a satisfied customer. Let me tell you
my story and you'll see why. I always thought I'd see my face on TV
and in magazines promoting sporting goods, after shave, or even
underwear. My future seemed bright in college. I excelled in most
sports and had scouts from the major football, baseball, and hockey
leagues watching my career. At school, I was the BJOC, "Big Jock On
Campus." It was true literally as well as figuratively. As all my
teammates and girlfriends knew, I also excelled in the endowment
department. I proudly displayed my 8 1/2 inches of soft, fat cock
in the locker room at every opportunity. My buddies would watch in
awe as I strutted my chiseled physique into the shower with my
schlong swaying in the breeze. I'd fondle my meat while I soaped it
up, slowly running the suds along the entire length of it. Next,
I'd turn my attention to my family jewels. Both of those plump
puppies churned with what seemed like a never-ending supply of nut
juice. Invariably, as I soaped up my baby-makers, my dick would get
a little excited. Hell, it was a chore to keep it down any way!
All that spunk floating around in my fat balls kept me perpetually
horny. I'd pretend not to notice the other guys staring as my soapy
cock hung another inch lower. It's girth inflated from merely huge
to gargantuan in size. While continuing to wash myself, my hands
would wander over my muscles. Those dudes would get a real good
view of my steak and spuds. It felt great to be the envy of all
those guys. Of course, I'd also earned quite a few of the usual
nicknames: "donkey dick", "mule boy", "king dong" and the like.
Besides showing off in the showers, my buddies and I would sometimes
fool around at night after practice. A few of us would hang around
waiting for the others to leave. When we were alone, we'd sit on
the locker room benches in our jocks. Someone would usually have a
Playboy in their gym bag. He'd unfurl the centerfold and hang it
from a locker. We'd all gather into a semi-circle, bragging about
all the ways we'd fuck her if we had the chance. As you could
imagine, we were one bunch of over-sexed, athletic guys who showed
no signs of shyness. Our own man milk was like an intoxicant as the
bulges in our well worn jock straps proved. In no time, we'd all
have raging hard ons. Of course, my dick poked straight up, well
above the waistband. By now, it would have grown to its fully
aroused 11 inches. As if that wasn't enough, my "mighty meat" was
as thick as my wrist and the head bloomed even larger. I'd have to
shuck my jock strap just to give my shaft some breathing room.
Usually, one of the guys would whistle as I leaned over, pushing my
jock down my bulging thighs. My cock head would be in my face the
whole time I was bent over. Just for laughs, and because I could,
I'd pretend to give my cock head a kiss. The other guys would roar
with laughter while I straightened up. The next thing you knew, my
buddies would be out of their straps too. We'd all be standing
there, our rippling, athletic bodies in all their prime, with our
manhood standing at full attention! There'd be a little horseplay
before things got serious. Some nipple grabbing, butt slapping and
joking about would go on, mostly directed at me. It was always good
natured and helped reassert our masculinity, considering the only
girl in the locker room was the magazine centerfold. My nipples
would be a little sore after a round of tittie-twister with these
guys. That just made them even more sensitive and they'd poke out
like bullets from my round, smooth pecs. Once the clowning around
stopped, it would get quiet. Someone would produce a bottle of lube
and we'd all crowd around the centerfold. Shoulder to shoulder,
we'd form an arc in front of the beautiful girl's naked picture. At
first, no one would use any lube. We didn't want to be quick on the
draw, if you know what I mean! All of us stood there, jerking off
in the locker room. While I stared at the centerfold, I could feel
my neighbor's huge flexing biceps rubbing against my own. Someone
would quietly moan from time to time, but the most obvious noise was
the unmistakable sound of hands sliding on dicks. I'd wrap both
hands around my abundant shaft. With a continuous, slow motion, I'd
start at the cock root and inch my way upwards, until I reached the
head. Reversing direction, my hands would glide back down 11 inches
of stiff meat. Every stroke would get a little quicker until I was
pistoning my fists around my raw cock like a Corvette V-8.
Sometimes I'd glance over at my jerk off buddies. Mostly, they'd be
staring at the Playboy bunny. Some would have their eyes closed,
lost in their own private fantasies. A couple of guys would
actually be looking at me! Hey, that's cool. Whatever bakes your
bread is okay with me. I've got the looks and the goods, so I
expect to be the object of girl's AND guy's fantasies. If I caught
a dude watching me pounding away on my meat, I'd start moaning a
little. Sometimes, I'd take one hand and pinch and tug one of my
nipples. Just to put on a show, you know! By now, lube would get
squirted on everyone's dry shafts. Squishing sounds would echo in
the locker room while we flogged our oily, throbbing schlongs even
faster. Maybe it was always a coincidence, but the guys who watched
me beating my meat always got off first. Their hands would be
sliding up and down their slick dicks. Clear pre-cum would ooze out
of their piss hole and hang from their knob like spit. They'd start
grunting and their thighs would begin shaking. Within moments,
white squirts of gism would leap free, splattering the lockers in
front of them. Of course, once they started coming, it was like a
domino effect. A couple of other dudes would start to shudder.
They'd convulse into their fists, shooting their cock snot into
clenched fingers. Being the stud I am, I'd always be the last one
to pop my load. The others would huddle around me while I flogged
my meat for all it was worth. I would feel their semi-hard cocks
pressed up against my legs, waist, and even my buttocks. Their
spent seed would dribble onto my tanned, muscle-tightened skin. I'd
continue to fist my stick while all the other guy's spunk drooled
down my flexing body. I remember one time when a dude actually
reached behind me and grabbed my bull nuts from between my thighs.
It was kind of startling at first, but the more he fondled my
jewels, the harder my 11 inch joy toy got. He had a pretty good
hold on my low hangers, but when my nuts constricted up towards my
crotch, he was left empty handed. One of the other dudes helped
himself to my nipples. He grabbed both nubs, flicking and twisting
them like no one's business. Well, that did it for me. I thrust my
hips forward, clenching my six pack abs into perfect definition. It
took a few seconds for my hot spunk to make its way up all 11 inches
of perfect meat. A geyser of tangy, white sperm erupted from my
dick while the other guys watched. Like a firehose, it sprayed
everything in front of me with gism. I didn't care if it was the
lockers, the magazine, or my buddies! They didn't seem to mind
either. One hot spurt of semen after another was pumped out of my
beer can dick. Finally, I'd stand there weak-kneed as the last gobs
of nut milk bubbled out of my piss hole. The other guys would stare
in disbelief at how much gism I could unload. Like I said, my big
nuts held a bunch of sperm. No matter how much I shot, I knew they
always had plenty more packed inside. It was like I was a 24 hour-
a-day sperm factory! Anyway, after I creamed all over the locker
room, we'd all start cleaning up that gooey mess. We'd use our
sweaty jock straps to wipe up our warm gism from the benches, floor,
and lockers. After that, we'd head to the showers to clean our
pumped up bodies. It was relaxing to soak under the hot streams of
water while our erections slowly eased away. Everyone pretty much
got dressed and left fairly quickly afterwards. However, I liked to
hang out a little bit longer. It took a while for my meat to shrink
down enough to stuff back into my shorts. Well, that was one
reason. I really shouldn't say this, but, what the hell. Yeah, a
couple of times I'd let one or two of the guys jerk my meat in the
shower. Just to clean out the leftovers, you know. Of course, we'd
never tell the others about it. I mean, what would they think if
they saw one of our studly teammates manhandling my shaft? I was
pretty secure with my own sexuality, but it still surprised me the
first time I let a teammate play with my dong. It had just been the
two of us in the showers. Our buddies had left earlier, but we were
still enjoying the hot water pelting our tight bodies. I guess we
were feeling pretty relaxed. Letting the water massage my muscles
would always prolong my circle jerk afterglow. Anyway, neither of
us said much. Pretty soon, my dick had begun to swell up again. I
had leaned back against the wall and let the water fall on my cock
and balls. I spread my feet apart and enjoyed the sensation of
water beating down on my masculinity. The other dude watched as my
bull dick started growing longer. Hot water rained down my curved
shaft while it slowly inflated. About that time, my buddy joined
me. Without saying a word to each other, he held out a bar of soap
and had begun to slide it up and down my fat cock. I just stood
there, letting him lather my rising dick. I'd had plenty of
girlfriends masturbate me before, but his hands aroused me more than
any of the girls ever had. This guy had really known how to rub the
wiener, that's for sure. Maybe it was the touch of his expert hands
or even the soothing shower, but I was getting into it. My dick got
so hard, I thought the skin would peel off of it! While he stroked
and soaped my meat, I had closed my eyes and let my mind drift. He
kept on jerking me off while we were enveloped in the steamy water.
My breathing had begun to get deeper when my groin started that
familiar tingling. The slick, warm hands on my cock pumped faster,
arousing me even more. My bud recognized the warning signs of my
impending orgasm. He put the soap down and concentrated on my fat
cock head. I watched him as he beat my meat with wild abandon. He
worked up such a lather, it looked like my dick was rabid! Soapy
foam was flying off my cock in every direction. My scrotum had
pulled up towards my groin and I knew I was about to pop my nuts.
That stud flogging my stick realized it too. He knelt between my
legs, pointing my dick down at his wide chest. I couldn't believe
it when he rubbed my cock head against his beefy pecs. When he ran
my mushroom across his eraser-like nipples, I felt his nubs poking
at my piss slit. Man, it had felt like a tongue lapping at my cum
hole. That's what finally pushed me past the point of no return. I
felt the constrictions starting in my shaft. For the second time
that night, I could feel thick goo flooding into my dick. When I
started to cum, my sperm landed on his muscled chest. It ran down
into the deep valley between his pecs as I shot hot juice on him.
My balls continued to tighten and squeeze out more love juice than
even I thought was possible! He let go of my meat and I started
plowing it into his cleavage. His chest was painted white with my
hot sperm! I must have cum for at least a minute before my nuts
finally ran dry. While my dick lay cradled between his pecs, he
scooped up my gism and used it to lube his own raging hard on. It
hadn't taken him long before he unloaded his wad. He jerked and
moaned while he spurted his cream between my legs. Some of his
spunk ended up splattering the bottom of my nut sack. His load felt
hot on my sore and tender balls. I watched him shudder below me
when he finished squirting. Funny thing was, I actually got more
aroused seeing him kneeling submissively between my legs. It was
like he was a servant to my throbbing dick. I felt even more
powerful and masculine than ever. He looked up at me and gently
squeezed my shaft, pressing every last drop of cum out of my body.
I just smiled at him. Finally, we stood side by side and let the
water cleanse our excited bodies while our intermingled semen
swirled down the drain. Afterwards, we had gotten dressed and I
gave him a pat on the shoulder. We turned off the lights and left
the locker room, going our separate ways. You know, I never would
have thought that letting another dude get me off could be so
exciting. That's why it wasn't the last time I let it happen!
Now, don't get me wrong. I love the girls. You know, I've had more
than my fair share of women. It's just that I'm okay with a bud
helping you out now and then. The problem I was having really began
to show up at the beginning of my senior year. It was probably the
pressure of having the scouts keeping such close tabs on my career.
I was working hard to be the star athlete. And, if I must say so
myself, I was successful! Although I had plenty of girls
practically throwing themselves at my feet, there were always the
games, practice, work out sessions, classes, and studying taking up
most of my time. All I could think about was sex . I'm telling you
what, with all that ball meat hanging between my legs, it kept me
spermed up too much! If I didn't get my rocks off pretty often, I'm
sure I would've gone crazy. Thanks to my studly reputation, the
ladies were always flirting with me. That's what was so
frustrating. It was like I was the victim of some cruel joke. Here
I was, extremely well endowed both sexually and physically, and I
wasn't getting laid! That's why I enjoyed those locker room circle
jerks so much. They were my chance to relieve my bloated nuts.
Now, I did have a girlfriend back then. But our schedules always
seemed to be out of synch. When we did get together, our lovemaking
wasn't a satisfying as I'd hoped. Having a monster-sized cock
sounds great, but, for all practical purposes, it isn't what it's
cracked up to be. Trust me on this one. Sure, it gets you to
first, second, and third base with the babes, but when you're trying
to slide home, it's usually a handicap. There was just more dick
down there than anyone could handle. My girlfriend couldn't wrap
her fingers completely around it. When we tried oral sex, she
wasn't even able to get the head in. And forget about fucking. The
few times we tried, it was like I was ramming a two by four inside
her. I thought she'd have to go to the emergency room. Near the
end of the first semester, I'd gotten so desperate, I began taking
increasingly drastic measures to satisfy my sexual urges.
When my roommate started sleeping over at his girlfriend's dorm, it
gave me the privacy to try out a few things. My first attempt at
satisfying myself was to simply jack off. However, this wasn't as
exciting as I'd hoped. There was a certain thrill I got when I'd
whack my meat with my buddies. Doing it alone did relieve me of
some anxiety, but still left me wanting something more. Maybe it
was the thrill of doing something taboo, but after a week of jerking
off, I had decided on a new activity. The thought of what I wanted
to try made me a little squeamish. You know, I thought about
skipping this part of my story. But, I figured you'd want to hear
the whole thing, so here goes. As I said, I had gotten tired of
pounding my pud alone. I finally worked up the courage to do
something rather extreme, at least for me. That first night, I was
so nervous, I must have triple-checked the lock on my door. I for
sure didn't want anyone walking in on me! As usual, I dropped my
briefs and climbed into bed. I let my hands wander all over my
awesome physique. My cock began to stir as soon as I started
fondling my ample manhood. Even as my dick slowly inched longer and
fatter, I kept convincing myself that this would be great. Finally,
the time had come to put my money where my mouth was. I put my
hands on my buttocks and lifted my big, beefy legs up into the air.
Curling my hips, I thrust them upwards as well. I had a hand on
each butt cheek, supporting my ass and legs. My head, shoulders,
upper back, and elbows lay on the mattress while my hips and legs
hovered above my chest. Naturally, my throbbing cock dangled right
in front of my face. Well, before I lost my nerve, I curled my
lower body further over my head. My fat cock head slid past my chin
and onto my lips! I opened my mouth and gave it a quick lick. The
erotic charge I felt when my tongue and cock met was incredible. I
started lapping the tip of my dick, slathering it with spit. My
mouth was open as wide as I could get it. Slowly, I let my monster
meat push between my lips. God, that thing was huge! That was the
first time I realized exactly why no one could give me good head. I
strained to get my jaws to relax and open wider. With all the
excitement, my cock stiffened pretty quickly. As it reached its
full length, it actually forced its way past my puckered lips and
entered my mouth! I thought the corners of my mouth were going to
rip open. I tried not to move, giving my mouth time to stretch a
little. If you think its easy, just try shoving the top of a beer
can into your mouth! Even though my jaw and lips ached, I was able
to let more of my dick slip deeper into my mouth. There was just
enough room to curl my tongue around my mushroomed knob. I slurped
on the tip of the meaty invader for all it was worth. My tongue
quickly found the valley leading into my piss hole. I guess I got a
little carried away. I stuck the tip of my tongue against my piss
slit. It felt so good, I pushed it further inside. My slippery
tongue was probing around inside my dick! I was actually french
kissing my own cock!! Well, between the hot wetness enveloping my
cock head and my supple tongue jammed into my piss canal, my nuts
must have gone into overdrive. A wad of pre-cum burped out of the
hole, coating my tongue with tangy syrup. I swirled it around in my
mouth before swallowing it. If this was the appetizer, I could
hardly wait for the main course! That pre-cum just kept dribbling
out and it was rather tasty. Before I knew it, I was thrusting my
hips up and down. A couple of inches of hot meat slid in and out of
my mouth. I could see my legs curled overhead. My bull nuts
jiggled from my crotch like two apples on a windy day. I could feel
their warmth as they hung above my forehead. As I curled my hips
down, I'd stretch my head up. That way I could slurp on even more
of my sausage. My thrusting started to become more frantic. Both
legs started to tremble and buck. My moans were muffled by my cock
driving in and out of my mouth. I watched in fascination as my
balls tightened up. They hugged the sides of my dick as they
retreated towards my groin. Almost without warning, the first
constriction in my cock arrived. A jet of steaming sperm gushed
out, flooding my mouth. More constrictions in my balls and shaft
sent massive spurts of semen onto my tongue and throat. My climax
kept building in intensity. I couldn't stop myself. I reached up
and grabbed the backs of my thighs. Pulling them down, I tried to
wedge more of my spewing cock into my throat. Sucking and
swallowing as fast as I could, I gulped down my own hot load. Gism
just kept draining out of my balls. I'd never realized just how
much sperm I could shoot until I was choking on a mouthful of it!
There was just too much spunk flowing from my dick. I'd started to
gag on my own gism. On top of that, I could see my beautiful nuts
shrinking right before my eyes. Both of them had to be completely
spermed-out by now!! I felt sperm oozing out the sides of my packed
mouth and running down my cheeks. It seemed like an eternity, but
finally my balls coughed up the last of their seed. At last I'd
eaten all of my spunk. I was completely spent! My muscles were
still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. All I wanted to do
was uncurl my body and bask in the afterglow of my climax.
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be as easy as I'd thought. My
dick was still so hard, I couldn't pull the fat knob out of my
mouth. The head was too swollen and it wouldn't get past my teeth!
If my roommate had come in, he'd sure have gotten an eyeful. There
was no way for me to pry my mouth off the end of my shaft. I just
had to wait it out and let my dick shrink down again. Needless to
say, my body was aching pretty good before my cock settled down
enough to pull free of my mouth. Gobs of white sperm coated my
shaft, lips and face. I was so exhausted, I fell asleep with my cum
soaked cock resting against my stomach. The next morning, I peeled
the dried up sperm off my body. My balls had loosened up quite a
bit, but still felt meaty. I gently patted them and could feel a
new load of sperm squishing around inside.
Now you know how I pleasured myself through the end of the semester.
I tell you what, the best head's the head you give yourself! The
next semester started off good enough. My performances on the field
and in the classroom had been top notch. Since my roommate had
practically moved in with his girlfriend, I was able to resume my
nightly dick gobbling sessions. After a while, that wasn't even
enough. I just needed to have someone else riding on my cock. My
abstinence only lasted a couple of days. That's when my nuts felt
like they'd bust. It was embarrassing to be seen around campus with
a nearly constant hard on. Especially when you're packing 11 inches
of prime meat! For a while, I rejoined my circle jerking buds.
That seemed to help some, but I was still restless for something
better. One afternoon, my roommate dropped by. We talked about his
girlfriend and how much fun he was having with her. It wasn't until
he kept asking me about my girlfriend that I finally spilled my
guts. He could understand my dilemma. Especially since he'd seen
me parading around the room naked before. After much thought, he
decided that I needed to find an "aid" to help me out. If it was
okay for girls to use vibrators, then there had to be something cool
for the guys. He told me to find one of those jerk off machines. I
could slide one of those on my dick and let it purr away all night
long. That evening, I got my nerve up and went to one of those
seedy XXX-rated bookstores. I guess I was pretty nervous and didn't
spend too much time comparison shopping in there, you know. I just
grabbed the first item that looked like it would do the job. I
snuck back to my dorm room, hiding the thing inside a paper bag. I
sure as hell didn't want anyone to see me with it! With a mix of
curiosity and excitement, I examined the box. It was a Jack-o-matic
2000. There was a picture on the box of some hunky stud with the
machine between his legs. The look on his face was that of pure
ecstasy. I ripped the box open and took the Jack-o-matic out. The
thing looked like a hand held vacuum cleaner, only a little bigger.
It had a 4 inch long flexible tube on one end and a power cord on
the other. Inside the tube was a convoluted, gelatin filled lining.
The tube was pretty big around, so I figured my meat would just fit
inside. I reached in the box and grabbed the instructions. To my
dismay, the whole thing was written in Japanese! There wasn't an
English translation anywhere. Oh well, at least there were a few
photos, so I knew I could figure out how to work it. I practically
ripped my clothes off and hopped into bed. After plugging the Jack-
o-matic in, I put it between my thighs. My cock was already getting
hard when I slid it inside the short tube. Just like I thought, it
was a tight fit and it didn't cover half the length of my erection.
But, you know, that was probably the deepest it'd ever been inside
anyone or anything! On the Jack-o-matic's side was a rotary switch.
Of course, the markings around the switch were in Japanese as well.
Since the machine was inactive, even I could deduce that the first
position was "off." I twisted the switch to the next mark. The
tube's inner lining inflated like a blood pressure cuff around my
meat. Next, the gel started heating up. When the warm, gel-filled
lining started undulating in waves across my dick, I gasped out
loud. Man, that felt great! It was like having a dozen mouths
sliding up and down my shaft at the same time. I was in heaven and
just laid back and let the Jack-o-matic hum away. Stretched out on
my back, I grabbed the head board and slowly gyrated my hips around.
With my eyes closed, I fantasized that my girlfriend was giving me a
blow job. I didn't have to use my hands, or mouth for that matter,
to arouse myself. The Jack-o-matic's warm dick massage had me
quickly approaching orgasm. At first, I thought I'd turn it off for
a few minutes until the feeling passed. It was getting late, so I
decided to go for a touchdown. Sure enough, in another minute, I
was spewing my cum into the Jack-o-matic. I felt my nuts shudder
and jerk while the unrelenting machine kneaded my sensitive cock
head. They had given up a massive load of sperm. As the Jack-o-
matic continued to rub my dribbling cock head, I almost had to rip
the tube off my cock. The sensation was too intense on my spent
dick. Instead, I turned the machine off, leaving the tube attached
to my meat. Next, I flipped my reading lamp off and lay quietly in
the darkness. Before dropping off to sleep, I reached down and
flipped the Jack-o-matic back on. I wanted to find out what would
happen while I slept. In no time, I dropped off into a deep sleep,
while the machine coaxed my dick to hardness again.
When I woke up the next morning, I felt unusually relaxed. Not
tired, just at ease with things. The Jack-o-matic was still doing
its thing on my fat cock. I noticed that I didn't have my usual
morning hard on. Instead, my dick was about halfway between a full
erection and being totally limp. Kind of half-cocked if you get my
drift. I switched the Jack-o-matic off and inched my dick out of
the tube. My shaft was slightly reddened and puffy from the tip
down to almost the middle. Strings of gism stretched from my piss
hole back inside the tube. I must've shot my wad during the night.
No wonder I was so relaxed that morning! I grabbed the Jack-o-matic
and hopped out of bed. That's when I noticed my balls. Normally,
my nut sack is stretched tight over my grade-AAA balls. This
morning, my nuts were hanging low. They had shrunk by about a
quarter of their original size! Wow, I finally had some breathing
room in my scrotum. There wasn't the feeling that my nuts were
going to rip through my leathery ball sack. I spent a few moments
caressing my nuts, rolling them around inside the sack. That's when
I started thinking about how much I must've cum last night. Upon
examining the Jack-o-matic more closely, I discovered a clear
plastic tank on the bottom. It was almost full of my thick, milky
looking gism! With a sense of manly pride, I looked at my prized
balls as if they were champions. Those bad boys must have been
playing in triple overtime last night. I poured the syrupy, white
goo down the sink. It was no wonder my nuts had always felt
bloated, they had to be saturated with sperm all the time! Well, I
figured my new friend, the Jack-o-matic, was going to help keep my
sperm count down from now on.
I had begun using the Jack-o-matic every night. Hell, if I had time
on the weekends, I'd use it during the day, too! However, my nuts
were just as much all star athletes as I was. They'd be swollen up
with cum by the end of the day. At first, I couldn't figure out
why. Then it dawned on me. All that frequent sperm draining must
be giving them a workout. The more I exercised my nuts, the more
virile they got! Just to check my suspicions, I stopped using the
Jack-o-matic for a couple of days. You should have heard my
teammates carrying on in the locker room. No one, including myself,
could believe how large my balls had gotten. The guys thought I had
elephantiasis of the nuts. Those huge balls were out of proportion
to even my monster dick. It was even getting difficult to walk
around. My big, muscular legs would almost crush my man eggs with
every step. On top of that, I was constantly aroused. My cock
stayed hard all day. Luckily, I wore my football jersey untucked,
so my classmates wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, my predicament was
interfering with my sports. There was no way in hell for me to
wedge my balls into a jock and cup, let alone my fat erection!
That's when I decided to over-exercise my nuts. Maybe if I popped
my wad even more frequently every night, then my balls would shrink
back down. Kind of like over working your muscles. Fortunately, it
was a Friday and if I could hold out until after classes, then I'd
have the whole weekend to get things under control. That night when
I crawled into bed, I attached the Jack-o-matic to my schlong and
turned it on. Only this time, I turned the switch to the next
higher position. On this setting, the Jack-o-matic was not only
undulating on my cock, it was also sucking on it. Yeah, that was
the ticket! I'd been so aroused the whole day, it only took a few
seconds on this setting before I started grunting. When I came, it
was like I was taking a piss. My sperm streamed out in a rush and
slowed to a trickle with each contraction in my groin. The flow
never completely stopped, as my ejaculation continued for several
minutes! While my orgasm slowed to a stop, I fondled my nuts.
Despite my prolonged orgasm, they still felt huge. I left the Jack-
o-matic running, determined to cleanse my nuts of excess sperm.
Inside of an hour, I came 3 more times. My dick was aching from the
constant rubbing and sucking, but I tried to ignore that. At last,
my scrotum was looking wrinkled as my balls began to dwindle. They
were still ripe with sperm and I was going to make sure they gave up
even more of their virile cargo. Despite the mild pain in my cock,
I stayed in an erotic state of mind. The Jack-o-matic kept drawing
orgasm after orgasm out of me. I suppose I was in a state of sexual
delirium. I also didn't care. This was the most intense sexual
experience of my life and I was enjoying every moment of it! At one
point, I passed out. When I awakened in the early hours of the
morning, I had no idea how many times I'd climaxed. All I knew was
that there was a huge puddle of sperm on the bed. The Jack-o-
matic's sperm tank had overflowed and leaked all over the mattress.
Without disconnecting the machine, I shakily walked over to the sink
and placed the whirring device on the counter. The collection tank
was full of hot gism which I promptly emptied into the sink. I
stood in front of the sink and mirror, admiring my muscular physique
as another orgasm overcame me. My muscles trembled while more loads
of spunk were sucked right out of my nuts. I loved watching my
handsome body and face as they contorted in ecstasy. You know, if I
ever had to retire from professional sports, I'd make one hell of a
porn star! When that orgasm finished, I headed back to bed. I
almost had to crawl, my legs were so weak from hours of orgasms.
The Jack-o-matic hung from my meat like a mechanical leech,
swallowing every bit of juice my nuts could unload. Back in bed, I
examined my scrotum. Yeah, it looked like my plan just might work.
Both nuts were noticeably smaller and my once smooth nut sack was
pretty wrinkled, looking like a huge prune now. I figured I'd quit
once they were about 2/3 their original size. That way, they'd
still be huge and the envy of all who saw them. I drifted in and
out of sleep the rest of the morning. My frequent ejaculations had
started to get a little painful. I don't think anyone had ever
produced as many nocturnal emissions as I had that night. As the
sun started shining through the windows, my nuts were still larger
than I wanted. There had to be something else I could do to hasten
their draining. That's when it occurred to me to use the final
setting on the Jack-o-matic. I could already feel another orgasm
building up when I turned the dial to its last position. Instantly,
I knew what the Japanese markings meant. Turbo! The Jack-o-matic
whined as the suction and massage increased dramatically. My cock
felt like it was being kissed all over. I wondered if I'd have a
hickey on my dick after this. The machine was sucking my cock so
hard, it felt like my guts were going to get pulled into the tube.
I was lying on my back with my feet flat on the bed and my knees
bent slightly. My arms were folded behind my neck with my head
propped up. I was watching the Jack-o-matic doing its turbo-suck on
my meat and enjoying the sight. The machine continued its high-
pitched whining between my thighs. The tube engulfing almost half
my dick was shaking from the rapid vibrations being generated
inside. I felt my balls begin to tighten as they slid upwards in my
slackened nut sack. I was already on the brink of a new orgasm and
had started grunting and moaning. The first contraction in my loins
sent a blast of gism rocketing from deep within my nuts, through my
long shaft and directly into the maw of the Jack-o-matic 2000. More
sperm was sucked out of my balls before the next constriction even
started! My orgasmic contractions intensified, driving more waves
of potent semen from both spasming nuts. A continuous flow of
virility flowed unchecked from my manhood. I could feel the potency
being sucked out of my body. Despite the fact that my balls were
being raped of their precious excretions, I was experiencing
complete erotic bliss! Unable to control myself, I reached down and
grabbed the suction tube with both hands. I began ramrodding my
spewing cock deeper into the Jack-o-matic. My eyes rolled back in
my head and I gasped with pleasure when my dick inched further into
the tube. In my sexual frenzy, I could hear the machine's labored
whining. It was as if my massive meat and profuse ejaculation were
choking the thing! I thrust harder into the tube, stuffing another
inch into the belly of the Jack-o-matic. My cock head finally
rammed into the protective screen separating the tube from the
motor. The screen was covered with the gism that continued to be
vacuumed from my nuts. It halted the advance of my shaft into the
Jack-o-matic. Still, I longed to have my entire dick enveloped by
the sucking tube. I lunged my hips upwards as I pulled down on the
tube. My erect shaft simply ballooned out at the base, unable to
penetrate the machine. As I continued thrusting into the tube, I
felt my rapidly shrinking nuts bouncing off my sweaty ass cheeks.
Still, my orgasm raged on. Torrents of manly seed was slurped up by
the Jack-o-matic. I had the sensation that my nuts were being
sucked into my dick along with the sperm. Then the unexpected
happened. In my frenzy, I thrust my groin as hard as I could into
the Jack-o-matic. That's when I felt the protective screen give
way. The next lunge pushed several more inches of hot meat into the
tube. What happened next is hard for me to talk about. The tip of
my cock entered the Jack-o-matic's motor compartment. In a split
second, the spinning fan blades caught hold of my cock head. With
gism still being vacuumed out of it, the blades sheared off my
mushroomed knob! All I sensed was a quick tug on my dick. The next
thing I knew, the Jack-o-matic was pulling itself down my erection
inch by inch! That's when the excruciating pain hit. The whirring
blades bit into my flesh, yanking on my shaft. I shrieked in horror
while that devilish contraption pulled itself further towards my
crotch. It was slicing and dicing my fat meat as it went along!!
The Jack-o-matic looked like some kind of mechanical animal,
feasting on my steely manhood. My muscular pecs and biceps bulged
uselessly as I tried to pull the machine from between my jerking
legs. It wasn't any use. The Jack-o-matic had a death grip on my
precious manhood. The symbol of my manly superiority over my
teammates was being shredded into nonexistence! At last, the end of
the suction tube was pressed tightly against my groin. The blades
couldn't claw their way any further along my mutilated dick.
Instead, I heard clumps of meat being hurtled around inside the
Jack-o-matic. That was followed by the sound of the blades slowing
down. My meat had finally clogged up the motor, forcing it to stop.
Needless to say, I was in shock. I couldn't even feel what had to
be unbearable pain. Blood and sperm seeped out of the tube, coating
my crotch with the evidence of my manly destruction. Every muscle
in my body fell limp when the first waves of pain penetrated my
shocked nervous system. In seconds, I had passed out.
Apparently, my roommate decided to drop by that morning to see how
well my new toy had worked. I can only imagine what he thought when
he saw me lying unconscious in a pool of gism and blood. He didn't
try to remove the Jack-o-matic from my groin, fearing that he might
cause even more damage. After calling 911, he stayed by my side
while help arrived. The paramedics loaded me into the ambulance and
rushed to the hospital. I drifted in and out of consciousness while
the trauma team worked on my genitals. They actually had to take
the Jack-o-matic apart to remove it from my dick. Chunks of meat
and flesh, coated with congealed slugs of cum, fell out of it.
Before passing out again, I was able to get a glimpse of my cock.
Most of it looked like ground meat. I was taken to surgery to try
and save what was left of my amputated dick. They worked on my
mangled meat for hours, snipping away the shredded portion.
When it was all over, I was left with a meager 2 inches of dick.
But it gets up to almost 4 inches when it's hard. My fat stub
really does look like a beer can now. The end of my meat is blunt
with no bulbous head. Oh, I can still get an erection. That's just
another one of nature's cruel jokes. Unfortunately, without my
sensitive cock head, I can't get stimulated to the point of orgasm.
By the way, I did accomplish what I started out doing. Before
grinding to a halt, the Jack-o-matic did manage to vacuum my huge
balls down to size. Sadly, my nuts are little more than 1/2 inch
around now. I figure my mighty gonads must've imploded after the
Jack-o-matic vacuumed them clean of sperm. The surgeons had to
remove most of my atrophied nut meat. They told me my scrotum was
already cold and bruised when I was brought into the emergency room.
I guess I should be thankful for what little I've got. Both nuts,
or should I say berries, cling to the sides of my fat dick stub.
You almost wouldn't notice them hanging in the shadow of my stump.
The doctors did a good job of removing the excess scrotum. My tiny
nut sack clings tightly around my minuscule balls now. I suppose it
had to be a twist of fate, but I did find a way to get off.
Remember my submissive bud in the locker room shower? You know, the
first guy to jack me off. It turns out that I'm on my hands and
knees in front of him lately. He's asserting his superior manhood
over me nowadays - all the way up my butt! We found out I could
really shoot my wad when he punched my prostate with his dong! I
never dreamed I'd enjoy having another dude's cock rammed up my ass.
My fuck buddy loves seeing my beefy physique squirming below him.
He even enjoys massaging my little balls while he fucks my ass. In
the middle of fucking, he'll pinch my nuts and remind me that with
one squeeze I'd no longer be a man. You know, he doesn't climax
until he's forced both my pygmy nuts up inside my groin. It looks
like I've been castrated with my berries hidden inside my crotch.
He says it makes me look even less masculine down there without any
balls showing. He'll keep fondling my smooth, fat stump while
grinding his huge meat inside my ass. My barely potent balls will
tremble a couple of times before sending a few drops of diluted gism
dribbling from my thick, truncated dick. That's when he fires his
meaty firehouse into me. His sperm floods my butt, impregnating me
with his virility. His dominance over my masculinity has finally
fulfilled my sexual desires. He has become the master of my manhood
and I am a slave to his! I guess I've finally realized how much
better off my life has become since the accident. Instead of using
my awesome body to intimidate other men, I've found pleasure in
allowing myself to be conquered by them. Now that my virility is
almost gone, I've been thinking about getting rid of what's left.
One day I'll give my fuck buddy the ultimate gift and let him remove
my remaining masculinity. You heard that right. After he's
completely emasculated me, I'll come back and tell you all about it,
if you want me to.
Needless to say, there aren't going to be any major league offers in
my future.
So, what are my college buddies and girlfriends going to think of me
now? I don't know, but maybe I'll find out after they read this
story. Oh, and like I said at the beginning, I highly recommend the
Jack-o-matic 2000. But only if you need to get rid of some excess
inches!
please more when his master removes his manhood
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