I was lying on a shiny metal table with my legs secured three feet wide. What Geneva had said about the milking had proved to be accurate. One end of a long plastic tube was attached to the head of my cock, and the other into a pint jar. The nurse who was conducting the milking was in her forties, and went about her business like a seasoned veteran, which made me relax.
"Alright boy, let's see how much cum we can get out of these balls." Cupping my nuts, she weighed them in the palm of her hand. She looked over at the two ladies sitting across the room watching. "I think he'll be fine."
"Good," Geneva replied. "His semen is in high demand." Donnajean giggled.
The nurse began stimulating my cock, lightly running her fingers up and down my shaft to my balls. "Let's get this big boy here to it's maximum. " I sighed deeply as she smiled at the mother and daughter. " I can see why you two like him so much."
She then flipped a switch to the 'on' position. Immediately a long metal arm came down that had some soft bristles hanging down. "Let's see how many strokes it takes, " the nurse said succinctly. The bristles stimulated me from the head of my cock, which I felt even through the plastic, down my shaft to my balls. I was moaning aloud and uncontrolingly moving my pelvis. I could feel the juice in my nuts rumbling, and I felt my cum being forced out. I had no choice in the matter and when my jism shot through the tube, I heard the cheering section across the room clapping. The nurse then said it was necessary to extact all the cum out of my balls, so a fresh batch can naturally be produced. She gathered both of my gonads in a vise-like grip and slowly squeezed. When I screamed she released me and said it was all over. Riding back to the farm after extracting a whole quart of cum, Geneva said that Leo would be happy with my production. They had more than enough to cover all the orders.
While I was sucking Donnajean's pussy in the back seat as her mother drove the Lexus, the phone rang. It was a text message. She pressed a button of the hands-free device and shrieked.
"Oh my God, they've beaten Leo. Look at his face!"
"What!" Donnajeam blurted. I swallowed hard. I hope they didn't harm him. Geneva pulled the car over. Her daughter burst out sobbing when she saw her father's bruised and cut face. There was a note attached.
"We want that boy you have naked and on his knees out by the road tomorrow morning at 9 am sharp. We will pick him up. If he isn't there, we'll finish off the old man!"
Donnajean shrieked. "As much as I like Peter, we can't let them kill daddy!"
The next morning I was in the demanded position. A white mini-van pulled up. Out jumped two burly men. One walked directly to where I was kneeling and kicked me in the balls. I heard two loud shrieks coming from the house as they dragged me by my upper arms to the back of the van and tossed me in.
Hogtied, blindfolded and gagged I heard one of the men talking on his cell phone. "Alright we have him, let the old man go."