All persons, places, and events in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is wholly coincidental

Dashaway, the famous racehorse, had been retired to stud at Meadowbrook, Horace Proctor's horse-breeding farm, for three years. He was the finest stud on the farm and his services commanded premium prices. He was also the apple of Horace Proctor's eye.

Naturally, therefore, Mr. Proctor was horrified upon looking in on Dashaway one morning to find him down in his stall moaning and trembling. There was semen all over the walls of the stall and it was still dribbling from the stallion's penis.

Mr. Proctor hastily summoned his resident veterinarian, Dr. McDonald who examined Dashaway and gave his opinion that the horse was exhausted, specifically, suffering from extreme sexual exhaustion.

"How can that be ?" demanded Mr. Proctor. "He hasn't been put to stud for nearly a month."

"I know that" said Dr. McDonald. "It looks to me as if sombody's been masturbating him, probably several times a night for some time, to bring him to this state."

"Now, who......" started Mr. Proctor and suddenly nodded. "Yes, I can think of someone who'd love to get back at me in just this way. It's just what would occur to his mind, the nasty sonofabitch."

Dr. McDonald looked puzzled. "Who ?"

"Paul Dumas" replied Mr. Proctor. "He worked here as a groom, except that he didn't work most of the time. I fired him because he spent more time jerking off out in back of the barn or in one of the empty stalls than he did working for me. This is just the sort of thing he'd think of to get back at me. Can you have Dashaway back on his feet by tonight ?"

"Yes, but he won't be in very fine fettle. What do you have in mind ?"

"To catch the bastard in the act of molesting my horse. I have a very appropriate punishment in mind for him."

Mr. Proctor went back to the house and spoke to his son, Danny. "I want you go go to Radio Shack, or wherever you think you can get the gear at a good price, and pick up a small, easily concealable, wireless surveillance camera and the receiver, monitor and whatever other ancillary gear is needed. The camera should be battery-operated and self-contained. There must be no wires leading to or from it. I'll explain why later."

While Danny was in town purchasing the surveillance camera, Mr. Proctor called the grooms together and asked them if any of them had heard or seen anything unusual at might in the horse barn where Dashaway was kept. None had except Simon Skyler, a nervous teenager who was plagued by insomnia.

"Well, sir, you know I don't sleep well and I wake up a lot at night. For the past two or three weeks, sometimes when I woke up, I'd hear a horse whinnying, usually after midnight. I don't know much about horses, so I didn't know if it was unusual, so I didn't mention it."

"Well, I wish you had, Simon, but that's alright, you didn't know." said Mr. Proctor. It seemed to him that, if a horse was cumming, he'd certainly whinny.

The surveillance camera which Danny bought couldn't have been more concealable. It was about half the size of a pack of cigarettes and finished in flat black. It would be easy to hide it in the corner of Dashaway's stall.

Danny was quick to point out another advantage of the camera.

"It's sensitive to infrared. At night, there wouldn't be enough light in Dashaway's stall for the camera to see anything, so I bought an invisible infrared light source which runs on 12 volts as the camera does. To the camera, it'll be bright as daylight in there, while to Paul, it'll be nearly pitch dark. We can run them off a spare truck battery."

"Perfect" said his father. "You hook that up while I fetch a couple of other things we're going to need. Do we still have that old variable-power electroejaculator that wasn't powerful enough even on its highest setting ?"

"Dad," replied Danny with a laugh, "Do we ever throw anything away ?

Our family crest is a pack-rat rampant on a pile of junk, and our motto is 'Save it; we might need it.' Of course, we still have it. It's out in the tool shed."

The other item Howard Proctor was looking for was an old milking machine. Before he bought Meadowcrest for a horse-breeding farm, it had been a dairy farm. Out in the now-unused cow barn was a perfectly good milking machine.

After dusting it off, Mr. Proctor plugged all of the milking tubes except one with corks, thus maximizing the vacuum in the remaining one. He intended to use the machine to jerk Paul Dumas off. It had no ON/OFF switch, but turned off automatically at 39 gallons. Well, if it got 39 gallons of jism out of Paul Dumas, he'd be so desiccated, he'd be a mummy.

Rather apprehensively, he tested the electroejaculator on himself at its lowest setting. The stimulation was still very powerful, not enough to make him cum. but enough to make him unbearably horny and keep him on the brink of cumming. Hastily, he shut the machine off, pulled the electrode out of his ass, and cleaned it. Undoubtedly, the milking machine would repeatedly bring Paul Dumas over that brink.

One essential item remained to be obtained. Mr. Proctor called on his resident veterinarian, Dr. McDonald, and asked him,"Have you a tranquilizer dart pistol and darts for it ?"

"Of course," answered Dr. McDonald. What size of animal do you want to use it on ?"

"Paul Dumas"

"He'd be about the size of a calf." Yes, I have the right size of darts for an animal of that size. The effects will last about fifteen to twenty minutes. He'll be able to see and hear, but not move or speak above a whisper. Do you mind if I ask what you intend to do to him ?"

"I intend to use a low-power electroejaculator and a milking machine to masturbate him continuously for 24 hours. Do you think he can survive that ? "

"Probably, but, most likely, it'll cause permanent local paralytic impotence. "

"Well, that's what he's been trying to do to Dashaway."

Dr. McDonald chuckled. "It reminds me of Gilbert & Sullivan's 'The Mikado.' 'My object all sublime I shall achieve in time--To let the punishment fit the crime--The punishment fit the crime.' "

"Exactly" said Mr. Proctor with a nod.

The receiver, monitor, and Danny's DVD burner were set up in an unused stall out of sight of Dashaway's stall. And so, the trap was set.

When Mr. Proctor clearly saw Paul Dumas on the monitor screen masturbating Dashaway, he would walk down to Dashaway's stall, flash his flashlight down the center aisle and Danny would switch on the overhead lights. Paul would be trapped and, when he left the stall, he would be shot with a tranquilizer dart.

Now, all they had to do was wait until around midnight when Paul Dumas would arrive. At 11:42, someone entered the barn and, about a minute later, the monitor showed a man in Dashaway's stall. Mr. Proctor turned on the DVD burner. The intruder looked around the stall and, in so doing, looked directly into the camera. As expected, it was Paul Dumas. The image clearly showed that he had an erection.

He walked to the rear of the stall to Dashaway's hindquarters. Then he

opened the fly of his low-rise jeans, exposing his boner and took it in his left hand as he reached under Dashaway's belly with his right hand and began stroking the stallion's penis.

Mr. Proctor rose and, with his flashlight in his left hand and the dart pistol in his right hand, walked quietly down to the door of Dashaway's stall. He flashed his flashlight down the aisle toward the entrance where Danny was waiting. Suddenly, the horse barn was flooded with light.

Standing close to the door of Dashaway's stall with the dart pistol raised, Mr. Proctor called out loudly, "Come out with your hands up, Dumas. You can't escape; you know there's no other way out of the stall."

Paul Dumas tried to make a wild dash to the doorway and knock Mr. Proctor over , but he had reckoned without Dashaway who crowded him against the side of the stall so that he could hardly even squeeze through to the doorway. As soon as he appeared in the doorway, Mr. Proctor shot him in the forearm with a tranquilizer dart.

Paul crumpled to the floor in a limp heap. Mr. Proctor picked him up by the shoulders and Danny by the ankles and carried him to a stanchion at the end of the center aisle of the barn. On the side of this stanchion toward the stalls was a peg at eye level on which items of harness or a bucket or something of the sort might be hung.

Danny held Paul upright while his father passed a rope around Paul's chest and under his armpits and then tied it over the peg, thus holding the limp young man upright. His wrists were taped together with duct tape behind the stanchion and Danny taped his ankles to it so that his legs could not move either forward or backward.

Then Mr. Proctor unbuckled Paul's belt, unzipped his fly and pulled his low-rise jeans down to his knees, followed by his briefs. Last, he had Danny pull Paul's jaw down and popped a rubber ball into his mouth , holding it in by slapping a long strip of duct tape over his lips. As an afterthought, he wound a couple of yards of duct tape around Paul's waist and the stanchion to assure his immobility once the tranquilizer wore off .

Danny dragged the milking machine out in front of Paul and set up the electroejaculator behind the stanchion. Since telling him to come out of the stall with his hands up, Mr. Proctor had said nothing to Paul Dumas.

Now he addressed him.

"Knowing how much you enjoy jerking off, I thought it would be appropriate to punish you for trying to ruin Dashaway by masturbating

him by having a couple of machines jerk you off far more than you ever wanted to or could possibly enjoy. I both expect and hope that this will do to you what you tried to do to Dashaway .

The machine in front of you is a milking machine. It is going to milk you. I intend to put the sucking tube on your dick and tape it in place so that, even when you lose your boner, probably permanently, it will still not slip off and can continue to do its job.

Behind you is an electroejactulator which we use to encourage reluctant stallions to cum. I'm going to stick the electrode up your ass right next to your prostate gland and tape it in place. It is set so that , alone, it won't quite make you cum, but will keep you on the brink of cumming and desperately needing, straining to cum. It will also make you hornier than you have ever been.

The milking machine will do its best to relieve the unbearable need to cum, but, no matter how much you cum, it won't be enough. You will be tormented by the insatiable need to cum, and cum, and CUM ! There is no ON/OFF switch on the milking machine and even if there were, you couldn't reach it. But don't worry., The machine shuts off automatically.........at 39 gallons.

From the time I get everything attached and taped in place, I shall let the two machines have their way with you for 24 hours. Dr. McDonald thinks that you'll probably survive.

Your story, should you survive, will be that you did this to yourself as a thrill-seeking experiment. You're well-known to be an excessive masturbator, so it will plausible that you should have tried to augment your pleasure by mechanical and electrical means. Don't even think of trying to blame this on us. Keep in mind the fact that I have a video of you molesting Dashaway."

By this time, Paul had lost his boner, but, once the electroejaculator electrode was taped in place and the stimulating current turned on, it returned harder than ever. Mr. Proctor shoved the sucking tube of the milking machine onto Paul's boner and taped it to his dick and to his thighs and around his waist so that it could not slip off.

Danny had an extension cord in one hand and the power cord of the milking machine in the other ready to connect it on command. "Alright", said Mr. Proctor, "It is now 12:38 AM Wednesday morning, connect it , Danny. I shall return at 12:38 AM, Thursday morning to shut off the power and release you. Have fun !"

It was fun only the first time. On several occasions, Paul had jerked off

twice in a row, non-stop, and, in one notable effort, he had actually managed to cum three times in succession without interruption. Only the first time ever really felt good. His urethra was always rather sore the second time.

The first time that the milking machine and the electroejaculator brought him to a climax was the best jerk-off he had ever experienced, but his genitals needed at least a brief respite after it, and that was exactly what they did not get. Also, intense as the orgasm was, it did not satisfy him. He got no relief from the intense need to cum which the electroejactulator caused.

Instead, Paul felt hornier than he had ever felt before in his life. He felt a desperate, insatiable, overwhelming need to cum, even though he had just done so. And, cum he did, his ejaculatory muscles and his prostate gland straining to force out more gism. It didn't feel good and it didn't relieve the need.

And so it went on, and on, and on, cumming and cumming, and cumming, and always needing to get more cum out and never satisfying the need. At first, Paul worried about what this was doing to him. His balls were already starting to ache, his prostate gland hurt, his dick ached, his urethra burned. He was sure that he'd be ruined sexually. Soon, however, he was aware of only one thing: the unbearable insatiable need of his loins for which there was no relief.

Paul had no sense of the passage of time. All that he was aware of was constantly cumming and the random jolts of orgasm which shook and exhausted his body . They and the endless need to cum were the only realities.

Paul lapsed into a kind of delirium, an interminable wet dream which

occupied all of his consciousness. Paul's sexual fantasies and his wet dreams had always been bisexual and , now, he imagined that an endless sucession of beautiful women were sucking his aching cock and an equally interminable succession of well-endowed young men were butt-fucking him, rubbing on his sore swollen prostate gland, forcing him to cum.

Most of Paul's wet dreams has lasted two or three minutes, but this one was endless. Nothing in his whole reproductive system felt good any more but there were still orgasms, less and less frequent, less and less intense, but still enjoyable, even as they failed to allay the over-mastering need to cum.

Gradually, however, pain and pleasure both were replaced by a dull numbness as the nerves became exhausted. Barely semi-conscious, Paul could no longer feel what the milking machine and the electroejaculator were doing.

Exhaustion plunged him into a coma and it was in this state that he was found at 12:38 AM, Thursday morning. Mr. Proctor and Danny shut off the milking machine, which had not accumulated the necessary 39 gallons to shut itself off, and the electroejaculator and disconnected them from Paul's unconscious body. They untied Paul and carried him into the house.

Mr. Proctor called Dr. Spencer, his family physician, and told him that he had found one of his employees unconscious in the stable hooked up to a milking machine and an electroejaculator, evidently having tried some kind of a kinky sex experiment on himself.

Dr. Spencer treated Paul for shock and exhaustion and expressed the opinion that he would survive and probably recover except for the damage to his sex organs.

It was forty hours before Paul Dumas regained consciousness and he was very confused for several days afterward. Finally, he remembered what Mr. Proctor had told him to say and had the good sense to say it.

It was nearly a month before Paul recovered his strength and was able to work. However, feeling and function never returned to his sex organs.

Mr. Proctor still didn't trust him to work around horses, so Paul got a job in town bagging groceries in a supermarket. The only positive aspect of this business for Paul was that, at least, he was cured of his masturbation habit.