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the milking wheel

... electo-stimulation began. The current was barely noticeable, but it was enough to f***e me into a high state of sexual arousal. My already stiff prick grew at least another half inch as I thrashed and groaned on the wheel. I heard myself yelling out, "Please let me cum!" but at the same time I dreaded that moment because I knew that as soon as I ejaculated, the voltage would change from stimulation to punishment. A few moments before nine, the milking collar began to move. A crowd of Womyn had gathered around and were waiting expectantly. Just as the clock on the court house chimed the hour, I erupted. There was a cheer and applause from the crowd that grew even louder as I began screaming in agony. The shocks were now tearing through my body. I was arching and vibrating on the wheel as much as I could with my ass impaled on the metal saddle. The milking collar itself was also connected to the shocking system and my prick received jolt after jolt of high voltage. They had also evidently attached a ring electrode around my scrotum while they were putting the milking collar in place and the base of my balls also received shock after shock. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only five or ten minutes, the severe shocks stopped and the gentle stimulation began again. My cock, which had gone totally soft after my climax and the painful shocks, began to stir. Soon it was standing upright and stiff pointing toward the sky. Then the milking collar began to pulse. I ...

... had not expected that. A sentence of milking was supposed to be four cycles of ejaculation and torment. It was barely past nine forty-five. The next milking cycle shouldn't begin until noon, and yet the milking collar was taking me closer and closer to climax. I was almost there when all of the stimulation rings of the collar suddenly inflated fully. It was like my cock was in a vise. I screamed out in pain and then began to yell incoherently as painful shocks once again tore through my body. This time I know it lasted for almost fifteen minutes because as I was recovering my senses I could hear the quarter-hour chime of the village clock. The gentle stimulation returned and despite the lingering pain throughout my body, my prick began once again to rise. I tried to ignore the small group of Womyn who remained standing around the milking wheel giggling at each other's rude and obnoxious comments about my body, my prick, and my sissy-like screams. I now knew what the day would be like. As the clock approached eleven, the collar once again began to pulse. I knew that I would not be allowed to climax. I knew that this would end only in pain and humiliation, but my prick didn't care. It strained against the collar and pulsed in rhythm with the intense stimulation. I don't know how the Womyn who operate the milking wheel are able to time things so exactly, but I was almost there. I could feel my balls tighten and the muscles deep at the base of my prick begin to squeeze. But before ...