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the milking wheel

... I could shoot, the collar once again turned into a vise and the shocks tore through me. The most painful was when the intense shock went directly from the metal probe in my ass to the electrode pads on my thighs. That would cause me to throw my body totally off the wheel with my body arched high in the air so that I was resting on my head and the anal probe. If you listened to the Womyn in the crowd, you would think that they were watching a fireworks display. "Oh, that was a good one," one of them cooed. After a particularly intense shock, another said, "I really love it when they explode like that." Finally things settled back into the gentle stimulation that held my cock high and stiff. As noon approached, the crowd on the square swelled. Maybe it was just that it was the lunch hour, or more likely, the Womyn had gathered to see how much spunk I would spew this time. Again the timing was exact and I began spurting just as the clock began to strike twelve. I don't know how much cum came out of me, but I was still spurting after the clock had again become silent. There was a soft, "Oooo" from the crowd for the few seconds before the pain hit. Then the crowd erupted into shouts and applause that almost drowned out the noise of my screams. The crowd thinned out greatly in the afternoon. I was practically alone by the time of the three o'clock milking. In fact, just before three, all of the Womyn still gathered on the square walked away so that there was no one there except me ...

... and the female technician who monitored the wheel's controls. Somehow, being ignored and left totally alone was almost more humiliating that having the crowd of Womyn clap and cheer at my shame. I found out later that the "mid-afternoon abandonment" was a tradition kept by the Womyn of the town when a man was milked. I wasn't quite so lonely at four o'clock. The crowd was almost as great as it had been at noon. That worried me because it meant that they were expecting something, and whatever it was that they were expecting didn't bode well for me. I was right. There was also a four o'clock tradition. The gentle stimulation took me to the very edge just as it had done in previous hours. The milking collar squeezed like a vice, just as it had done in previous hours. But when the pain shocks hit, they were on only two of the electrodes- the dildo-shaped rod in my ass and the ring which encircled the base of my balls. With the energy concentrated on just those two points, each pulse felt like I was being hit with a baseball bat between my legs while at the same time a thousand angry hornets stung me. I screamed with the first shock. By the time the shocks finally faded away, I had no voice left with which to scream. I must have passed out because a pail of cold water was suddenly thrown across my face and upper body. I lay there whimpering as the stimulation cycle began. I was truly dreading five o'clock, but as the top of the hour approached, the collar did not begin to pulse. ...