Thank heavens my erection had subsided by that time. I stood, waiting for the group to clear with my hands over my privates...which weren't really all that private anymore. Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy...now I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart...come for mommy...come for mommy..."

For whatever reason, or perhaps because I really wanted to, I moved my hands, resting them on the seat next to my thighs.Helena even introduced a new addition to my diet. It was a rich and tasty juice made of a mixture of berries and flowers found only in the vicinity of the mountain farm. Its effect was to increase the probability of my sperm producing only female offspring, a highly desirable quality from the point of view of Helena as it would reduce the likelihood of spawning male children that could eventually grow up to break the monopoly of mountain farm in its niche in the highly profitable market for fresh sperm. I would not be the one to undercut my own value. Normally, boys would be sent away to families in the outside world, but even the slightest possibility of someone getting the cleaver idea to keep a male offspring of such a prized stud like me, for future sperm production was not something Helena was going to risk. Mrs. Douglas noticed him blushing and whispered softly, "We know it's hard for a boy to hold still, honey, that's why you're properly secured. It's ok for a boy to wiggle and moan, Craig, we know it's good for you. And we know you like it, honey. We know you want us to make you spurt, and of course, that will embarrass you. It's as it should be, dear. Just let us play with your body and let it happen. It's good for you, dear."

POV ENF, lost bet video – classy female real estate agent loses a strip game to a male colleague and gets naked Thomas's body stiffened and he gasped, and then a perfect pearlescent rope of semen thrust forth from the boy's stiff and straining young penis to splash into the bowl as the silent crowd of mature women burst into cheers and applause. "Good boy!" "That's it, Tommy!" "Beautiful!" and "Well done!" rang out across the room as spurt after spurt rushed forth into the glass bowl.

Thomas's Aunt's, Cousins, and his mother's friends all took turns giving Thomas an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and an equally affectionate caress of his bottom or gentle cupping of his testes along with a compliment or other word of congratulation. BAD BOY!" she yelled, loud enough to be heard around us, delivering another stinging slap to my ass. Mrs. Wrightwell asked: "You love to feel helpless as a woman milks your penis and makes you spurt, right Craig?" "Don't you secretly desire to be a naughty little slut-boy and give yourself to any woman that wants to fondle and caress your genitals?" Tommy said, "Yes, Ma'am," and carefully climbed over her near leg and laid on his tummy between them.

He was further surprised to feel Mrs. Carrington place the head of his penis on her extended flat tongue and stroke the next several spurts right into her mouth, and making her own satisfied noises. Mrs. Carrington's hand slid lower to cup young Thomas's full testicles, feeling the smooth softness of his bare scrotum as she intimately explored the shape of his egg-like testes. She felt the nubs where his vas deferens attached and she noted how each male's testes were unique in shape, as were their penises. Mrs. Carrington just adored genital variety - it just made every day at the Institute a fresh delight to see all the different boys with their beautiful genitals on display. The variation of size, shape, pinkness, etc. was just enchanting... So, let's all go to our assigned milking room and get started, shall we?" She reached down and cupped his pouch in her hand, hefting and feeling his genitals, "Very nice, Craig, and your testes do feel nice and full like a boy's should. We'll just take care of any excess fullness you may be feeling, dear, ok?" year-old Buddy has a good life to which a babysitter brings lovely improvements. Later things get even better. The boy's body writhed against the straps and he wailed and whimpered in submissive ecstasy as the first spurt of semen flew from his turgid straining shaft, to the delight of the three mature women.Mrs. Douglass leaned over and he felt the soft breath on his ear as she whispered, "Oh, come on, honey, you don't want us to stop do you? It's easy, you just need to confess to us how much you like being strapped down and helpless as we play with your body and make you spurt. That's all, it's no big deal, honey." Jane had then taken over bar-duty, refreshing the ladies' wine glasses as she became the center of her guests' attention once more as she basked in their congratulations of having raised such a worthy young man. My ankle cuff told the story...it read "Lobson County Prison System" in bold, red letters. I was sentenced to wear it constantly...24 hours per day, seven days a week, for 2 years. Re: Detective Dubious educates the innocent readers and interrogates Sammy -- Paulette (Detective Dubious), 20:22:09 09/01/23 Fri Craig gasped, "Yes, Ma'am," between his involuntary moans and sighs. The boy couldn't help but wiggle against his bonds, even though he was fully immobilized at wrists, chest, hips, thighs and ankles. The teasing stimulations were forcing his body to respond on its own and he couldn't help it.