"Attention, everyone!" I instantly recognized Claire's voice speaking over a sound system. I found myself wishing I could see her, but since I was firmly attached to my table, my gaze was forced to stare at the ceiling. The conversation in the room subsided, and Claire continued. "I want to officially welcome you to this year's Gala! I truly hope each of you has been enjoying this time to mingle and meet one another, get reacquainted, or catch up with old friends. It is so wonderful to see you all. My warmest of greetings to those of you with whom I have not yet been able to visit face to face. I'm so looking forward to spending this time together over the next two days. I'm certain all of you are as well." As I listened to Claire speak to the room, I was quickly reminded of how exceptionally skilled she was in social situations. It was no wonder she had so many friends and was the founder of this group. In just moments, she had captured the entire room with her voice.
"Now, I'd like to draw everyone's attention to the center of the room!" Claire was obviously shifting gears into her best sales-pitch voice. "We are about to formally commence the Gala's annual competition. For those of you that have not yet met this year's contestants, let me give each of them a brief introduction. First, at the west table we have Ben. Ben is from Tulsa, Oklahoma, and is the submissive of Kimberly. You will all, no doubt, remember Ben as our champion from last year." There was an explosion of cheers, whistles and applause for Ben that caught me by surprise. The reaction forced me to realize Cynthia had not been kidding. The members truly did take this event seriously. "At the center table is Eric. Eric hails from Springfield, Missouri. This is his first invitation to the Gala, and he is the submissive of Cara." Again, there was enthusiastic applause and cheering, but clearly more subdued than what had just occurred for Ben. I dreaded what was coming next. "Finally, at the east table is our final submissive who is also new to our competition. As many of you already know, he's near and dear to my heart. Please welcome my own submissive from Wichita, Kansas,... Scott!" Thankfully, the applause was at least equal to what I'd heard for Eric. I felt flattered by what Claire had said. I wondered whether the attention I was receiving was genuine, or more because of Claire's position as host of the Gala and as my Dominant.
Claire reclaimed control of the room over the clapping and cheering. "It's finally time for us to see what each of these gentlemen have to offer! Who will be this year's champion? Will any of them survive the gauntlet of our physical challenges? Are all of you ready? I know I am!" The crowd responded again in earnest with more cheers and applause. Claire let the revelry continue on its own, and after a moment or two it began to subside. Claire resumed speaking above the murmur of the room. "The table attendants will now prepare each of the contestants for the first challenge. Let the competition begin!" Everyone in the room burst again into clapping and cheering. Some of the crowd began to shift toward the tables for a better view. I could hear the shuffle of feet as a crowd began to gather around me. The thought of it all was intimidating. Once again, I felt doubt creep into my mind, and I was asking myself what I had gotten myself into.
Without further conversation, Cynthia went to work. Immobilized as I was, I could only see a portion of what she was doing. A rectangular metal frame slid vertically into place on each side crossing the table directly above my hips. From the frame, Cynthia hung two bags filled with fluids and connected tubing of different colors to each one. More tubing ran away from the table and was attached to a steel pumping tank about the size of a gas can. "Okay, Scott. I'm not sure whether you've ever experienced a Serious Kit Milker, but you are about to get very familiar with this beautiful machine. It's truly an amazing piece of equipment. Let me give you a brief rundown of how it works. It is designed to do one thing -- pump cum out of your cock. I will insert your dick into a cylinder lined with a silicone sleeve. Tubing attached to the cylinder allows for lubricant to flow from these bags into the sleeve and for semen to be pumped out of the sleeve when you cum. The cylinder mechanism and tubing operate with a vacuum pump system, similar to that used on dairy cattle. The flow of lubricant is constant and specially formulated to protect your skin from the friction. You'll find out first-hand how important that's going to be. This machine doesn't get tired. Once this thing starts, it's going to continue to suck cum out of you until someone turns it off, and it's anyone's guess when that will be. The vacuum range of the machine has been limited by a mechanical regulator, and that's supposed to prevent it from ripping your dick off. Even with the regulator, the machine has an incredible range of intensity. It can be set anywhere between a long, slow, teasing stroke, and a rapid-fire suction that feels and sounds like a jack-hammer. All contestants are connected to identical machines. When this session is over, we'll measure each of your success by the quantity of fluid that has been pumped out and collected by the tank and, of course, by how many times you cum."
I had heard about Serious Kit, and I'd always drooled as I read over the details of the pumping machine from the company's website. They were outrageously expensive, so I assumed I'd never get to experience one. I completely agreed with Cynthia's assessment that the machine was amazing. It had been a long-time fantasy of mine to experience being milked by a machine like this. So, as I listened to her, I felt goosebumps rise on my skin. "Holy crap! This is just crazy. You've got to be kidding!" I said. I tilted my head upward the inch or two allowed by my neck restraint, and I watched as Cynthia's hands lubed my cock and slid it into the sleeve of the cylinder.
"Oh, I'm definitely not kidding," said Cynthia. "This is about as real as it gets." The sleeve felt wet and smooth, and it was cold. I could see the cylinder and system of tubing suspended directly above my cock from a pair of bungee cords hooked to the metal frame attached to the table. Cynthia continued with her explanation of the machine. "These bungee cords will allow the cylinder to bounce up and down freely with the changes in pressure and speed of the machine. The vacuum pressure created by the pump will do most of the work, but no matter how fast or how slow the machine strokes you, the bungees will control the motion just enough to keep the cylinder on your cock." I quickly realized the setup provided a very simple, but effective, mechanism for the machine to do its work.
"Okay, I am initiating the vacuum," Cynthia said. "Get ready." I heard the click of a switch.
"Geez!" I exclaimed as my dick was sucked forcefully into the depth of the cylinder. The pressure was intense, but if felt incredibly good. For the moment, the cylinder sat motionless, with steady, constant suction pulling on my cock. I felt my hard dick swell even more inside the sleeve as the vacuum pressure pulled persistently upward and induced blood and fluid to gorge the tissues of my cock even more.
"I'm also attaching these sensors to your chest and index finger. They will monitor your heart rate and breathing to help us verify each time you cum," said Cynthia. "Now you're going to find out just how much of this you can really handle. Best of luck to you, Scott." I felt her kiss me lightly on the cheek. "Ready or not, here we go!"
I heard the machine start to pulse, and I felt the stroking of the cylinder begin its work. It moved up and down in a slow, easy motion. At the top of the stroke, the cylinder rose, keeping roughly the top third of my cock inside the cylinder. Then, as the vacuum pressure pulsed again, the cylinder would slide downward, drawing the full length of my cock inside. With each downstroke, the cylinder base bounced lightly against my pubic bone sending a pleasant thudding sensation through my crotch and swollen ball sack. Immediately, the machine caused the vacuum pressure to pulse again, causing the cylinder to rise back up my shaft. This was the process that would be repeated - over and over and over. As I listened, the combined sound of the pump and slurping movement of the cylinder began to create a hypnotizing effect.
The body of the cylinder was clear, and I could see the fluid from the tubing dripping down into the sleeve, not unlike fluid from an I.V. drip bag. I could also see the bulge of my cock within the sleeve as it moved with each stroke. The sleeve swelled as my stiff meat was sucked into the cylinder by the vacuum on the downstroke only to deflate as much of my cock slid out with each upstroke. While the sleeve was fairly smooth, I could still sense friction as it moved up and down my shaft. The suction caused a constant rubbing against the swollen head of my dick. I was very thankful for the generous flow of lube into the cylinder. It was thick and slippery. With each downstroke, a small amount oozed from the cylinder, and I could feel it trickle down my taint. I found myself enjoying the sensation. Without the lube, I would surely be rubbed raw by this machine in no time.
