Mandatory Ejaculation Service Part 2: The First Week [Consent/Nonconsent] [Milking] [Last Men Alive] [Kinda Horror] [Cum] [Lots of Cum] [So Much Cum, Seriously]

This is a sequel to [Mandatory Ejaculation Service](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/f4ls3f/mandatory_ejaculation_service_consentnonconsent/), If you haven’t read that one you should do so first.

**Mandatory Ejaculation Service Part Two – The First Week.**

Admittedly, the days did seem to get easier after a while.

Or maybe less terrible would be a better way to describe them.

On that first day, the uncertainty of it all was bearing down on my mind. I entered the building that day with my eyes all full of stars, hopeful that a satisfying release would be around the corner for me. But instead I was strapped to the table, and milked by a machine for hours. Every 30 minutes the machine would come down and pull wetly on my shaft until it extracted that white seed that the population so desperately needed.

[M]y Best [F]riend Part 6: The Joey Saga

“I must admit” Gramma continued “I was confused when you started bringing Jeremy around, but I’m so thrilled.”

“Gramma, it’s not what you think.” I was trying to cover for us. “Emmy was so heartbroken and we just fell asleep as I was comforting her.”

“Actually, that’s exactly what I thought. I know you and Emily better than that! Grappa and I shared a bed before marriage. I had just hoped you’d turn out like us and it appears you will.”

Emmy’s phone was blowing up that morning and I could see frustration in her eyes. She most must have seen the confusion on my face as she mouthed “Joey” to me.

Gramma went to run errands and we stayed at the house. As we went upstairs I pressed about the messages but Emmy said she’d deal with it later.

We sat on my bed and she grabbed my laptop.

“Who is that pornstar you said looks like me?”

“Rilee Marks. Also to an extent Dillion Harper.”

She began typing. I spelled the name out.

“Holy shit. We could be related. She really does look like me, at least from the waist up.”

The Princesses in the Tower – Chapter 3, Part 1 – Therese [Maledom] [Male supremacy] [BDSM] [Humiliation]

**Therese**

I am now a concubine.

The destiny I sense not only when I romp around in bed and as a reward I can snuggle behind Vincent´s arm, becoming another of his cushions. In the days after arrival I live as a blank slate accessory he is guiding and showing new corners of the Tower, sometimes… Sometimes are these too beautiful to exist in a jail, where they tell you the worst kind of women is the best. I can´t have enough of male company, when we are reading with them about trees on the sign boards in the park. I infect Vincent with emotion produced by squirrel mother with her young one riding on her. His mandate on the walk is enumerate his personal trouble and I am suggesting fervent lamentations along with thoughts on solutions.

They rearrange my soul to his mage on the cultural trips, small exhibitions of his taste in art and short excerpts from movies or TV shows he watches. The key is not liking it, but agreeing with him convincingly. Premises of the minigallery wouldn´t be out of the place in the Louvre.

Other parts are ugly as sin.

[F]22 Tokyo Summer Tease [M]25

The old AC unit sputtered loudly and struggled to keep up with the Tokyo summer heat. I was bored and absentmindedly swiped through the app and chilled out to music. A red flame notification lit up and so did my eyes. A 22 year old cute Japanese uni student profile flirtatiously looked back. I was tempted to immediately reply but thought best to play it cool… oh wait she sent the first message.

“Hey”

I had expected the conversation to fizzle fast, but we had quite the spark. She had studied in the US for a year and expressed she’d had found it difficult to adjust back to the Japanese dating lifestyle. I used this to ask about cultural differences in sex and before I knew it we were discussing our kinks, sexting and expressing our lust in precious second long snaps. She was your typical slim Japanese but had some extra thickness which gave her amazing curves and a natural bubble butt. A snap of her teasing her perky small boobs and nipples had my cock immediately at full length and throbbing. I stroked it slowly, precum already glistening at the head.

I [f]ace-fucked [m]y 20-year old tenant after she wrecked my wall – part 3

First, to address the handful of people who said this is a fake story.

Did this really happen? Yes. Am I embellishing aspects of the story? Absolutely.

I don’t have the photographic memory necessary to remember every encounter I’ve ever had with this level of detail. I can remember about 80%-85% of what happened, maybe more of the hot and heavy stuff, and then I use my 32 years’ experience as a human who has interacted with other humans to fill in the blanks in an attempt to tell a compelling and cohesive story.

Writing was a big part of my therapy when my parents died, and to be honest I’ve been feeling like I’m lacking intimacy during this whole quarantine situation. Recounting these stories on paper the last couple of days has helped me feel better than I have in weeks.

So believe me, don’t believe me… it’s your prerogative. I’m enjoying my time reminiscing about some fun things that happened, and I hope anyone who’s reading enjoys my, albeit somewhat skewed, trip down memory lane. No, it didn’t all happen exactly like this. There are no jump cuts in real life, but the foundation and spirit of the stories are rooted in actual events.

The curious Katelyn [MF]

In college we all develop friends over similar interests. It could be the smallest thing but if you find a group that has passion about something your interested in the passion can spread like wildfire.

During my college years my wildfire lead me to a beautiful girl named Katelyn. She was a mix of Jamaican and Chinese mostly, but I was surprised at her quiet and stoic demeanor.

I was sitting in the computer lab at my college and in she walks; thick as hell pure white skin and some of the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen. She was working in the lab at the time and me and my friends were having a conversation about women and body counts.

I was trying to prove a point to my colleague so I tried using Katelyn as a reference to possibly gang up on my friend but it just blew up in my face when she gave a cold answer and left me looking like an ass in front of my friends.

The Music Festival Part 1 [MF] – M30 has great sex with F28 girlfriend after his friend’s F18 sister teases him all day

After an eight hour wait for the gates to open, we were finally in the campsite and setting up our tents.

It was a slightly different group this year. All the usual guys were here but, for the first time, the wives and girlfriends were coming along too. I’d brought my girlfriend Sarah along.

At twenty-eight, she was a couple of years younger than me – I was turning thirty and it was making me feel old for the first time in my life. The other guys and girls were all around the same age. All except for Dave’s companion. Dave had been dumped by his girlfriend just a few weeks before the festival so he’d agreed instead to bring along his little sister Emily as her eighteenth birthday present.

Emily was the typical annoying teenager. She spent more time on her phone than talking to anyone and always wanted to change the music on our outdoor speaker.

Let me just describe Emily to you for a second. She’s a fairly short girl, maybe around five-foot-two, with long dark hair. I couldn’t tell if it was dyed black or not, but it gave her a bit of an emo look. Her eyes were bright blue and when she made eye contact it felt like they were piercing your soul!

Weight Shifters [MFFF] [ORGY] [WP]

From Writing Prompt: Girls were thrilled with the supplement that promised to “control” the freshman 15, even if all it did was change where the weight *went*…

Hey, my name is John. Everyone calls me Jack, has since midway through highschool. Not sure why, since it doesn’t shorten my name, or make anything easier for anyone. I go to a division one school you’ve certainly heard of, on a full football scholarship, wide receiver. Means I run fast and try to catch the ball. I do it well, had a full ride from my choice of schools. I’m lucky, and not just because I can go to an expensive school for my ability to catch a ball, but also because of my beautiful girlfriend, Cady. Her actual name is Candice, her nickname actually shortens it. Makes sense.

She’s smart, got in on an academic scholarship, 36/36 on the ACT, I don’t even know what on the SAT, but really good. I could listen to her talk for hours, but my training keeps us apart more often than either of us would like. I have no illusion of playing in the NFL, probably used car salesman position in my future, but she’s going to be a doctor, or great innovator like the Tesla guy. She’ll change the world, even if I have to work so hard I sweat blood to support us both long enough for her to complete her education. I know she’d do the same for me.

The best night of my youth [Group] [MFFF]

This particular story happened about 19 years ago, so the details are a little vague. I’ll do my best to recreate what happened. Feel free to skip to the good part below.

**Background**- When I was in 7th grade (not when the story takes place), my family moved from the east coast to the mid-west for work. It was only for a year, but I made some friends while I was out there. We ended up moving back to my home town the following year.

When I turned 18 and was about to finish high school, my father had a business trip out to the mid-west, near where we lived for that year. He asked if I wanted to join him since it would give me a chance to reconnect with my old friends. I jumped at the opportunity and started to plan my trip.

This story took place in the late 90’s when AOL was still a big deal. I, like many other teenagers, took to chat rooms to kill time and try to find some slutty girls to talk to. (A/S/L anyone?) I had found a local chatroom near the mid-west town I was visiting and started chatting with this girl Lora.

College theater class proves very rewarding [mf] [long]

During my college senior spring, one of just two classes I took was an acting class. I just needed any credit, plus a few friends were taking it, including some girls on the cheerleading team, so I figured what the heck. Oh, and I lived in a house just a block away from the edge of campus where the theater was, making the commute to class unbeatable.

One hot, sweaty day near the end of the semester, we were performing small group scenes. The professor decided our theme would be water — namely, throwing water all over each other and staying cool. He was fun and ridiculous that way, and it really got us out of the awkwardness that sometimes stifled a theater class full of non-actors.

I don’t remember what my group’s scene was, but we all ended up standing in a line in front of our audience of classmates. I’d been one of the lucky recipients of water thrown on me, and my t-shirt was halfway off, just draped over one shoulder. Now, I’m handsome, and I’ve always stayed in decent enough shape playing intramural sports, but that semester, since I had little else to do, I’d been hitting the gym a few times a week. Nothing crazy, but dumbbell workouts had my upper body looking muscular and trim.