CPCCP In America 3

CPCCP In America 3 - Ice Cream Is Better

By Implausible Situation
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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Randy Murphy, age 12, grade 7

Hi, I’m Randy Murphy.

I still can’t believe I got myself into this but Mom says I can’t back out now. To be honest I thought I was signing up for math tutoring. My twin sisters had a long laugh at my expense when they found out I signed up for an extracurricular writing class. See I’m not exactly good at writing…or smart…or really the best at anything- unless you count collecting trading cards. And I didn’t really want to have to write about my experience with CPCCP. I’m really awkward as it is without having to try to share experiences.

I’ve been in chastity since I was 10 years old. I don’t mind it all that much now that I’m used to it. It felt weird at first but it’s not a big deal now. All the other boys in school have one too so it’s just whatever. I see their dick, they see mine. The girls see all of ours but of course we never see them. Mom and dad say it’s just the way things are now, but I don’t think it’s fair. Every time I see a pretty girl I feel my dick press up against the plastic. One time I even tripped and fell flat on my face from seeing a cute girl at school, which caused my tube to get a small crack in it. They say those things are unbreakable but I guess Mom must have bought a knock-off. Everyone freaked out and they rushed me to the principal’s office like I had committed a crime. I had to stay in the Principal’s office until Mom got to school with a replacement tube for me to wear. It was pretty embarrassing.

Mom and dad put me into chastity two years ago, right before I was gonna start puberty. It was fine for the most part until last year. I was in history class it was so hot and I was so tired from PE class that I fell asleep. Well I started having a really good dream about this girl Kimberly in my class-like we were kissing and stuff in the dream. Well from what I heard I was really moving bucking my hips while I was asleep at my desk. My buddy Matt told me it brought the whole class to a stop as everyone stared at me. The worst part was I squired my first wet cum right there in front of everybody, and woke up just as the cum was squirting out of my restrained dick, onto the floor. Everyone laughed real hard at me and Mr. Watson made me get some paper towels and clean up the mess on the floor.

After the incident Mom and dad started taking turns milking my prostate once every two weeks to prevent any more wet dreams. Neither of them really liked doing it since it took so long to do, and they always talked about getting one of those machines like they sell on TV. I didn’t really like having my Mom or dad probing my butt with a plastic dildo either, but I still thought it was better than getting fucked by a machine.

So each week I’d have to get on my hands and knees in the living room with the tarp under me. The twins would sometimes scream at me to move if I was blocking the TV, so I’d try to get out of their way. Once I was in position Mom or dad would lube up my ass and then start by fingering me with one or two fingers at a time. Then they’d start moving the dildo in and out of my asshole, making sure to push on the prostate each time. It always seemed to take forever, and usually made me horny even though its pretty uncomfortable. Each time my cum would drip drip drip onto the tarp below me. This would go on for what felt like an hour until no more liquid came out of my dick. Then I would have to get down and lick all my cum off the tarp. Mom said it was cause I’m growing and need the protein. I wonder why I always need the protein and my sisters don’t-they’re growing too.

One time while they were trying to teach them about boys, Mom and dad even let the twins take turns using the dildo to probe me. But they didn’t know what they were doing. They were way too rough and I ended up falling flat on my stomach onto the tarp. Of course my stomach got all wet with cum but I had to just leave it there while Mom finished the rest of the session.

Mom also lets the girls help bathe me. It’s humiliating enough to be the only one in family to have his crotch exposed at all times, but to have my younger sisters washing my body while I have to have my hands on my head just makes it even worse.

When Mom found out about the Anna’s opening in the next town she got so excited. It freaked me out thinking about getting probed by a machine. But Mom didn’t give me a choice. As soon as they were open and it was time for my bi-weekly milking we all got in the car and drove there. Mom seemed way too excited in the car-it was making me nervous. My sisters were just chit chatting about whatever and my dad was just totally quiet while he drove. It wasn’t a super long drive I think it just felt long cause of he anticipation.

Anyway we got there and went in. The lady at the door welcomed us:

“Welcome to Anna’s Merry Dairy For Boys,” she said.

“Is it true that these machines can have my son emptied in just 15 minutes?” Mom asked.

“Boys milked with our machines take 15-20 minutes to be totally milked dry,” the lady replied.

“And it’s just $30?” dad asked.

“Absolutely!” she smiled.

I looked around while Mom got out her purse and paid the lady. There were two rows of four machines. 5 or 6 of the machines had boys in them already, and it didn’t look like they were having a good time.

“Mom, can’t we just do this at home like normal?” I asked.

“Randy, you know how messy it is and how it takes forever. This will get the job done in less than half the time,” Mom replied.

I persisted, “But Mo-om. I don’t want to get milked here in front of everybody!”

“Don’t argue with your Mother!” dad yelled at me.

I kept looking from boy to boy anxiously. They seemed to be held in place halfway in midair, with their knees on a small padded bench, and their wrists and ankles held in the air with metal shackles. I could see the one closest to me had a dildo on a long metal bar that the machine was working in and out of his ass. There was a clear plastic bowl below his dick that was catching all the cum that was being drained out of him. I saw how hard the machine was fucking him, and panicked. Not thinking, I turned around and tried to run for the door, but I forgot Mom was standing right behind me, and I ran straight into her. Even though I ran into her with all my force, I don’t think Mom moved a millimeter. She just looked down at me, her face red with anger.

“All right MR that’s it!” Mom yelled at me. I swear I saw fire in her eyes. I was in terror, instantly regretting not controlling my impulse to run.

Mom grabbed my left ear, twisting it between her fingers so it hurt like hell. I shrieked from the pain, and Mom led me to a couch that was positioned against the wall facing some of the machines. Mom lifted me up onto her lap. Mom pushed my face down to the couch, with my butt right on top of her lap. My butt was already bare, as was the dress code for boys my age, so there was no protection from what was coming. And then it came.

*SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT*

Mom was not gentle with her spankings. Each time her hand hit my bare skin it was a sharp stinging pain. I hurt so bad my face turned red and I started crying, as Mom continued slapping my butt with all her might, making it hurt worse each time.

*SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT*

*SWAT* *SWAT* *SWAT*

My face was completely covered in tears by the time Mom stopped. I was beaten, I thought to myself. My butt hurt like hell and I was going to be forced to endure being milked by one of those machines. I thought Mom would give me a moment to recover, but Mom has no patience when she’s mad, and as soon as she stopped spanking me she just put her arm around my chest and lifted me up into the air, carrying me over to the nearest vacant machine.

Mom lowered me down so my feet were on the floor, but she still kept me in a death grip as she called over an attendant to help her secure me in the machine. There were mirrors on the walls, and I saw in the mirror that dad and the twins were now sitting down at the couch where Mom just spanked me.

Two attendants came over and pulled off my shoes and socks, then pulled my shirt over my head and off. They then lifted me into the air and positioned me so that my knees were resting on a soft cushion near the center of the machine. It was one thing being manhandled by Mom, but it was even worse being so at the mercy of these two Women that I didn’t even know. The attendant behind me secured my ankles in the metal shackles on each side of the machine so that my ankles were above my knees and my legs were spread wide. The other attendant secured my wrists into the shackles in front of me. Once I was secured I felt the weirdness of my chest hanging midair, and quickly realized I was unable to move. A clear plastic bowl was placed below me, as I felt the familiar cold sensation of lubricant being rubbed onto my asshole. It hurt cause of the hard spanking from just a minute ago. I tensed slightly as I felt a finger go inside and explore quickly before popping back out.

“Size 1.5 should be fine,” I heard the attendant behind me say.

“Got it,” the other attendant replied. She went to go get something and then came back and joined the first attendant behind me. I heard movement, but I wasn’t sure what they were doing. Then someone flipped a switch, and the machine came to life. I tensed up. Soon enough I felt the probe pushing against my still burning asshole. But as much as I tried to resist, the determined machine quickly pushed past my sphincter, forcing me to accept the probe.

Once it was inside there was no slow build up it just immediately began quickly pushing deep into my prostate and pulling back, then pushing deep into my again. The machine didn’t need any time to get going like Mom or dad at home, it just worked me hard and fast from the start, rapidly vibrating my insides as it moved in and out.. To make matters worse, my asshole still stung from the friction due to Mom’s harsh spanking moments ago. After a couple minutes I started to feel liquid in my confined dick, and soon enough cum started dripping, falling down into the bowl below me. The machine kept working me hard and fast, but there was nothing I could do to fight it. It was so rough and mechanical not at all pleasurable like at home. I was completely immobile so I couldn’t bear down like I do when Mom or dad milks me. The machine just kept fucking me for several minutes, until the stream of cum falling from my dick slowed to a drip and finally stopped. I took a breath, hoping the ordeal was finally coming to an end. The fucking motion slowed down, and finally stopped with the probe still inside me.

When I caught my breath, the cold air-conditioned air in the room made my shiver as the sweat on my body turned cold. The probe was pulled out from my asshole, and the shackles were removed from my limbs. The attendants lifted me back up and set me on my feet on the floor. I was so shaky from being spanked and then machine fucked that I collapsed onto my hands and knees on the carpeted floor.

“Sometimes it takes them a little time to get used to the machine,” one of the attendants commented to Mom.

“It’s fine,” Mom replied. “It’s perfect, actually.”

Mom then addressed me: “Randy I want you lick your cum from the bowl like a dog. You need to remember who is in charge. You do as I say or you will face the harsh consequences. Remember that.”

I was totally exhausted and defeated. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bowl that had been placed below me for the milking. I lowered my head into the bowl and stuck my tongue out, tasting my salty cum. I did my best to lick and slurp up the boy juice, still not liking the strong taste. Each sip was so revolting and I felt so humiliated doing it in public but I continued knowing Mom was right there standing over me. Some of my hair fell in my face and into the bowl and got coated in the sticky liquid. I heard one of my sisters laugh but I couldn’t see which one cause my hair was now wet and stuck in front of my eyes. I forced myself to keep going until I could feel the bowl was empty, and choked down the final mouthful of my cum.

After that, Mom and one of the attendants managed to get me back up on my feet. I felt a gloved hand brush back my sticky hair, and then they helped me put my clothes back on. I weakly made my way back to the car with the rest of my family, and felt the stinging pain on my butt again when I sat down in my seat in the car.

The whole way home Mom again chided me for trying to disobey her, and said that I had no choice but to accept the machine as my new way of getting milked. Mom reminded me that my body was her property, not mine, and that I had to obey her wishes. She said she was being tough on me for my own good, and that this was the most efficient way to empty my balls. She said next time if I was good and didn’t waste time like today we might even go to get ice cream afterwards. I thought about it to myself, and decided ice cream definitely sounded better than a sore butt, so I made it a point to submit immediately and fully next time.

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