The Secret Ingredient

Chef Owen walked down the stairs into the basement Sunday morning. The men were usually ready to go at five o'clock. The restaurant was closed, and they certainly needed the rest after Saturday night rush and their donations overnight.

Some patrons found it odd that he had an all-male crew of eight weight staff and two bus men that were all between 19 and 23 years old but they figured it was just because he got who would do the job. Chef Owen had found early on that young cum made a great flavor enhancer in his sauces.

As usual the basement reeked of sweat and cum when he opened the door. The men were still strapped to the milking stations on their knees and elbows with arms and legs secured. Around each men dicks was the suction cup that fit around their glans. It was self-lubricating and it made a sucking motion that brought the men to complete ecstasy. The tubes coming off the suctions cups went to the collecting tank and carried the men copious spunk. In their anus's was the metal prostate electro-ejaculator which had three cords coming out. The first two were negative and positive and the third went down to the count box where a digital screen showed the number of orgasms each boy had. The count box could detect pressure changes when the men ass muscles as they contracted in orgasm. The electro-ejaculator sent a constant steam of electricity into their prostate. No matter how exhausted the men were their engorged erections would not go away until the electricity was stopped.

When Chef Owen opened the door the boy on the end, a bus boy named Nate, let out three long grunts as his counter clicked up from 44 to 45. Nate was 19 and averaged that amount of orgasms.

Chef Owen went to the wall and kicked off the electrical current. Many men began letting out sighs of relief as they came back to their senses as their now aching dicks began to deflate. Chef Owen went around and observed the men cum counts as he walked down to the farthest boy to begin unhooking them. He didn't worry about the men wasting their cum on jerking off between Saturdays. Most of them had zero sexual desire after a 50-orgasm session.

Chef Owen went down the line and began unhooking the men. Each one had to stand for a few minutes before attempting to put on clothes. Being in such a stressed position for such a long time left them with dead arms and legs.

The men had stopped being modest around each other long ago.

They had also started having competitions for who would have the highest cum count.

While they began getting dressed Nate turned to Noah, the youngest waiter at 20, and said "Fuck you. How'd you still beat me?" They both began laughing as their dicks finally began deflating.

Chef Owen said "Ok men get on home. You need to rest before the lunch rush Monday morning." They all began leaving the milking basement. As Nate turned to leave Chef Owen stopped him and said "And Nate, your friend Asa starts on Monday. Still think he's up for this part of the job?"

Nate replied "Oh yeah, chef. If his stories about his girlfriends are any indication, he has plenty of his 'secret ingredient' to donate." He chuckled as he left the basement. Chef Owen grinned. These college men were all the same; young, dumb, and full of cum.

One Week Later

Asa turned his head toward Nate as he let out another moan. Nate gave two humps into the glans-milker as he had his third orgasm of the night. Asa could see his white slop being taken away by the tube coming off Nate's glans. Asa felt the familiar feeling of climax approaching for the fourth time. With the electro-ejaculator giving off subtle electrical current on his prostate and the copper ring at the lip of glans milker ensured no matter how many times he came he wouldn't lose his aching hard on if his life depended on it.

It happened so fast. Next thing Asa knew he was bucking on the milking sawhorse as his fourth orgasm began. Asa could feel how many cum spurts were coming out his giraffe neck of a penis. More than he normally would after three orgasms. When he had accepted the job his friend Nate had recommended to him, he was shocked to learn why the pay was so good. He also had to sign a non-disclosure agreement.

On Monday when he started Chef Owen gave him the enhancement shake. All 11 of the young men drank it in the morning meeting. Nate was right on the money about the effect it had on his genitals. Up until Saturday he really had no sex drive. But his balls were visibly growing with sperm. By Saturday his already large balls looked like two oranges in his pants. He also noticed that once the Saturday night rush hit the men's arousal was returning. They were all adjusting hard on's up until close. At close the men all went downstairs with Chef Owen.

Asa was nervous at first disrobing in front of the other men. Nate stripping made Asa feel more at ease and he peeled off his shirt and pants. Nate's penis was standing at attention out of his boxers. He was circumcised and about five and half inches. He had a dusting of black pubes. His small frame looked offset with his now plum sized scrotum which was filled with two swollen sperm factories.

Asa watched as Noah, a waiter, stripped off his Calvin Klein briefs revealing a springing six-inch woody. He was shaved hairless, and his dick curved upward. He was average height with his own set of severely swollen baby makers.

Without a second thought Asa yanked down his Hanes briefs. His giraffe neck 9 inch uncut log of flesh swung outward. The mass of it caused it to hang downward. The foreskin was slid back from his piss slit and still covering his corona.

"Damn bro" Nate laughed "I didn't know you had an anaconda in your pants."

Within twenty minutes Asa's so-called anaconda was shooting an 8-wad load into the glans milker. Noah was on Asa's right and Nate was on his left.

Soon Asa was where he finds himself now, shooting his fourth load.

Nate had told him that usually around the two-hour-mark most of the guys just picked a point on the wall to stare at and just focused on orgasms and the heaving feeling of his nuts.

One Hour later

Noah hated this part. He knew he would be staring at the same black mark on the wall soon. Just staring at the wall thinking of nothing but his bloated dick and aching testicles. They were all sweating and the smell of cum was growing. His dick was sore now from being hard for so long. He writhed as pumped out a 3 shot load. His 11th climax by his count. The rookie Asa seemed to be struggling. Only an hour in and his hair was dripping wet with sweat. Apparently, his monster cock was getting tired of constant stimulation. He was taking big breaths and was writhing like a virgin on her wedding night.

Asa let out a long "fuuuuuuuuccckkk" Nate and Noah both watched as Asa's tube filled with another long stream of white spunk. And several huger squirts after.

Immediately after a stocky waiter from the south named Wayne let out a long moan followed by "motherfucker" as his 22-year-old Pepsi can sized meat stick shot another load.

If Noah lowered his head to the left just enough, he could see Asa's cum counter. His jaw dropped open as his own glans milker continue slurping at his straining manhood. Asa's cum counter was at 24. He'd cum 24 times in an hour. Most of the men were like Noah and shot about 10-15 times. At the same time Nate noticed Asa's cum count too. Nate and Noah exchanged glances as Asa looked straight ahead in misery. He wasn't used to being this aroused for such a long time.

Forty Minutes Later

Noah knew the moment he looked at Asa's face that he had zoned out into his own little world staring at the wall. Best thing for him really. He was consciously writhing from his 38th orgasm then his mouth open laying limp on the sawhorse. Nate noticed too. Asa was the first to zone out, the new ones usually go quick. He let out nothing but a small grunt and the men saw his tube fill with white again. About ten minutes later Wayne zoned out after what looked like an abnormally large orgasm. One by one the men zoned out and became nothing more than two balls and a dick while they were milked like cows.

Five Hours Later

Asa came back to consciousness when he felt Nate's hand on his back. The first thing he noticed was the smell. The room reeked of sweat and adolescent cum. The holding tank in front of him now held three liters of creamy boy slop.

"There we go bro. Time to wake up." Asa felt Nate's hand on his back as he roused his friend from his catatonic state. His hole ached. Chef Owen had pulled out the ejaculator from his hole which was now slowly closing again. All of his muscles ached. Nate helped him down off the milking apparatus. Still in a fog Asa looked down at he and Nate's dicks they were both still achingly hard. His nuts had shrunken down considerably, and his sack was wrinkled with their much smaller load. Everyone was sporting a hardon that was bright red from the hours of milking.

As the men began getting dressed Chef Owen said "remember everyone we have Pride fest week after next and will be incredibly busy so everyone will be getting double the sperm enhancement next week and will be milked twelve hours instead of five. Asa felt sick at hearing this, and he noticed Nate start to turn slightly green and Noah and Wayne grimaced as they tried to stuff their flag poles in their underwear. Asa was about dead after five hours. How would he be after twelve fucking hours getting his monster cock worked. Chef Owen finished by saying "Wayne it looks like you aren't my prize bull anymore. You only had 77 orgasms. look how many Asa had.

With one collective turn the men looked at his cum counter. In big red letters it read "131"

One Week Later, One hour after the twelve-hour milking

The men sat against the wall of the basement looking at the massive tank of cum. They were boggled that they had filled the 7-liter container to the brim. Asa still sat catatonic. Nate yelled "Chef, Asa's still out. He may need Monday off."

Chef nodded glancing down at Asa's still rigid meat log that was flopped over on his left thigh. Chef Owen said "yeah. Wayne was second best with 208 cum's, but I think you'd all be in your own world still if you were Asa. Not everyone can ejaculate man juice 311 times." As he said this the men looked down as Asa's cock twitched and two beads of white fluid dribbled out onto his leg...