Mitch

[Sandra B]

147.
Lettie, Molly and Cassidy slipped out as the next group was coming in.  When everyone was inside, and the door was closed, Stephen repeated the introduction Silas had spoken a few minutes earlier.  Yulya stood to one side and waited for her turn to speak.  Marcella added her bit, and then looked toward Yulya.  As she did so, she caught sight of the poster.  Her mouth fell open.  She looked from one to the other, reassuring herself the girl in the sober dark suit who was about to address the group was the same as the one in the picture, clad in a skin-tight latex catsuit and dripping with – well, something slimy.  Yulya herself hadn’t noticed the poster, and she commenced her spiel.
“Thank everyone for coming to P and S.  I Yulya.  I help Miss Shirley and Miss Mandy with look after boys, make sure all happy and well-behaved.  But outside P and S, some boys very naughty, like to be rude with girls, and…”
She became aware that no-one in the room was paying attention to her, but staring at one wall, pointing and sniggering and stealing glances at her.  She followed their gaze.  She nearly choked with surprise and shock.
“Shirley you cow,” she cried, involuntarily.  “I mean…” - she struggled to retrieve the situation - “I mean…er…Miss Shirley…has put cow…cows…in stables…   You may visit before lunch.  Er…and boys who grope must go in cage…”  She trailed off, desperate to have done with the groping room.  “So can grope if you please and then we move on…”

When everyone had taken pictures of the poster – and of the fuming Yulya – they turned their attention to Mitch.  Teddy got herself at the head of the queue, pulling Miriam with her.
“Get a load of this, Miriam.  Someone’s tucked his skirt up.  Look at that…thing in his panties.  Isn’t it gorgeous?”
Mitch was indeed impressively aroused.  The pressure of his stretchy little panties were keeping him achingly hard, and the tip of his pen-is, oozing juices through the material, looked in danger of escaping from the waistband.  Miriam felt her cheeks burning.  Her proximity to Mitch, and to that…well, that shockingly tumescent member, was making her dizzy.  She didn’t know whether to flee or faint.  But Teddy was having none of either.
“You can touch it, you know.  That’s the whole point, you see.”  She began to explain the exhibit as if she was talking to a child – which pretty much she was. 
“Look.  Watch me.”
She slipped one hand between the bars and squeezed the “thing” gently.  Mitch groaned.  A flow of clear juice issued from the tip and trickled down its length.  Miriam was transfixed.  Her heart was beating twenty to the dozen, but somehow she couldn’t take her eyes off it.
Teddy grabbed her wrist.
“It’s so hard!  Here, feel it yourself.”
Miriam was in a sort of trance, and when Teddy grabbed her hand and thrust it against Mitch’s rigid prick, she was too dazed to realise what was happening.  Before she knew it, Teddy had wrapped her – Miriam’s – fingers around it and given them a squeeze!
For Mitch that was the last straw.  With a gasp of pleasure and relief he climaxed., wads of hot c-um spurting through the fine fabric of his panties all over the sleeve of Miriam’s blouse and down her skirt!  For a moment she didn’t understand what was happening, and watched helplessly as his sperm landed on her in big, sticky blobs.  Then, with a scream of fright, she sprang back, and would have fallen over if it weren’t for the women behind her and Teddy’s support.
Yulya was horrified.  How had Mitch got himself into such a state?  Was this form of therapy a big turn-on for him?  He had always seemed so under control.  Whatever the cause, the damage was done.  P & S’s reputation was in shreds.  And why was that Brentford woman smiling?

“Nice going, Miriam!  Bravo!  Ladies, this is my friend Miriam.  I only met her just now, but I knew from the start she was no shrinking violet!    I think she deserves a round of applause, don't you?”
And she got one!  Whilst poor Mitch slumped exhausted from his wrist cuffs, c-um dripping from his panties, and Miriam, still in shock, hung trembling on Teddy’s arm, the entire room exploded in clapping, whistles and whooping!
“Did anyone get that on video?” piped up one woman.
“I did,” said another.  I was right here at the side and I filmed the lot.  If anyone wants I can share…”

The remainder of the session was largely devoted to laughter, gossip, and the exchanging of numbers.  Yulya could hardly believe it, but no-one (apart from Miriam) appeared shocked or disgusted, as she had feared.  An apparently straight-laced middle-aged woman addressed the group.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m thinking I’d like to hire this young man and this cage for my hen do next month.  I can really see its therapeutic value, but it would also make an amazing party piece, set up in the middle of the room.  Miss, is that possible?”
“Well, I…you would need ask Miss Shirley…but she mention hirings…and sales…”
“And this handsome boy?”
“Well, again…”
“Is he an employee?”
“Er…yes…”
“Then I don’t see a problem.  But I'll find out.”
“If you get him, invite me!” shouted a young woman from the back.
“And us too, please, madam,” laughed Teddy.  “If it hadn’t been for my friend here, this session would have been a lot less interesting…”

[krystalasbaby2017]

The girls having fun and the boys are not.  Well they getting what they deserve.  Hope Mitch is rented out to the hen party

[BabyJay]

Oh boy, you excel yourself again. Poor mitch, looks like he will be high demand for parties. looking forward to seeing how Miream develops as she has now discovered her hidden desires I think the boys need to watch out

[Sandra B]

148.
There was little point in continuing.  Mitch was exhausted and the women were more than content with their first insight into the work of P & S.  So Yulya called time.  Teddy, her arm still around the dazed Miriam, pushed her way to the front as the little group slowly exited, many of the ladies giving Mitch little waves of farewell and encouragement. 
“What am I going to do?  I can’t go and teach in this state.  What will Mrs Canter say?”
“Don’t worry about that right now, dear.  I’ll help you get cleaned up.  But we don’t want to miss the next session.”
“The next…session.  But…?”
“Shh.  Might as well, now we’re here.”
Stephen led them a few yards along the corridor to another door, labelled “Milking Parlour”.  He opened it and went in, followed by Yulya, then Teddy and the reluctant Miriam.
“Milking Parlour?  What…?”
“I think I know, dear.  But let's keep an open mind, shall we?”

There were three rows of seats on one side of the room, and a folding screen across the other end.  Yulya invited the guests to sit down.  Teddy pulled Miriam into the middle of the front row.  One group of four thirty-something women kept checking their phones, glancing at Yulya, and giggling like schoolgirls.  She frowned, still smarting from the trick that had been played on her.  She had a suspicion that somehow her rival Anna had been involved.
And it was Anna that appeared from behind the screen, wearing a white belted dress, a blue apron, and short white rubber gloves.
“Good morning, ladies.  I’m Anna.  I have been instructed to introduce milking parlour.  Congratulations.  You are first group to visit here.  Milking parlour is for big boys who make too much boy-milk inside.  At P and S we think too much boy-milk make boys naughty and difficult to control.  So first thing is need to reduce.”
“My son reduces it by himself,” piped up a lady at the back.  “About six times a night!”   Anna waited for the laughter to die down.
Miriam wasn’t laughing.  She looked down at the state of her clothes and wished she had never walked up those front steps, that she had stayed in the classroom and finished the marking instead.  Also, she was nervous about what this strange institution was going to come up with next.  Teddy could sense her anxiety, and gave her arm a comforting squeeze.
“Relax, Miriam.  Relax and enjoy.  Nothing bad can happen.  This time it looks like we’ll be well away from the main action.”
Anna continued.  “So we invest in new machine, Milkmax III.  I demonstrate.”
She took hold of one end of the screen and walked it across the room, folding it up against the wall.  Behind it was another screen, but a lower one, no more than a metre high at most – a long curtain of red velvet stretched across the width of the room and supported on free-standing posts.  Behind this screen appeared the upper halves of Ryan and Jack, each standing between a pair of steel poles.  They wore crisp white shirts, little red bow ties, and red baseball caps.  They looked scared to death, and appeared to be struggling to escape, though it was impossible to guess exactly what was holding them back.
“I grateful to our volunteers – this Ryan and this Jack…”
“We never volunteered,” complained Jack.  “Miss tricked us!”
“Yeah,” said Ryan.  “She blindfolded us and told us she was taking us for a special treat.  Then she had us cuffed to these poles!”
“Whatever,” said Anna, wearily.  “One more word and…”
“Yeah, it’s not fair!  We’ve bin ‘ere since nine!”
Anna sighed.  “Yulya?  Could you give me a hand, please?”
She went to a cupboard behind the boys and took out two red ball-gags.
“No!” shouted Ryan, craning round.  “Don’t you dare!  If you do…umf!
Anna pushed the ball into his protesting mouth and buckled the strap, none too gently.  Yulya took the other and did the same to Jack.
“Thank you, Yulya.  Sometimes boys need seen and not heard.  Now, ladies, as I was say, volunteers are cuffed to poles for safety purposes.  Red screen will be remove after I connect machine, to save embarrassment.”
“Don’t worry about us,” said Teddy.  “We won’t be embarrassed!  Will we, Miriam?” she added in an undertone.
Murmurs of agreement from behind her.  Miriam was already flushed, though whether with embarrassment or excitement it was impossible to say.

Anna bobbed down behind the screen.  Her head could be seen in front of Ryan, and then Jack.  Then she stood up, picked something up, and hung it on a hook on Ryan’s left, above his head.  It was a narrow plastic bottle, attached to a fine clear tube.  Then she repeated the exercise for Jack. 
“It’s like being in hospital,” someone murmured.

The “volunteers” were getting more and more agitated, especially when Anna announced it was time to remove the screen.  She and Yulya unhooked it from the posts and stashed everything away in a corner.  At last it was possible to see what was going on.  Each boy was cuffed hand and foot to his poles.  Each wore red trainers and tight red latex shorts – with a difference.  Their erect pen-ises, sheathed in opaque red condoms, projected at ninety degrees to their tummies, quivering slightly every time they tugged at their bonds.  A murmur of surprise and approval went round the audience.  Miriam, blinking and blushing violently, wrung her hands and looked down at her lap.  Teddy, on the other hand, was taking it all in.
“Miriam, look!  You have to look!  Oh god, that’s so cute!  Have you ever seen anything like that?”  It was a rhetorical question.
Miriam raised her eyes and gasped.  “But, Teddy…  I mean, those poor boys!  Their…things are sticking out for everyone to see!”
“They certainly are…and I think their pointing straight at you!  No, just joking.…  But look at it this way.  It’s quite discreet, really, with them all neatly packaged up in those pretty red condom things.” 
“Discreet…?”
“Absolutely.  Discreet but sexy at the same time.  If I had my way I’d have every boy in rubber pants with a sheath.  It would be so useful.”
“Useful?”
“Yes.  You’d always be able to tell what sort of mood they were in.  It would make dating so much easier.”
Miriam stared at her, trying to work out if she were serious or not.  She had never encountered anyone even remotely like Teddy, and she didn’t yet know whether she liked her or not.
“You have to admit they look pretty sweet in those outfits.”
Miriam took a deep breath.  This sort of thing was really way outside her experience…outside her imagination.  She looked more closely at Jack and Ryan.  If you ignored their stiff little willies, she thought, yes, perhaps they were…well, quite smartly dressed.  She looked for reassurance.
“But why do they have to be tied up like that?”
“Sometimes boys need to be restrained for their own good if they’re going to benefit from therapy,” Tabby said, seriously, adopting the tone of one who understood these things.  Then she sat back and prepared to enjoy herself. 
“This Miriam,” she said to herself.  “So innocent.  Perhaps Fate sent her to me to educate…”

[Sandra B]

149.
Anna resumed her lecture.  She picked up a little pointer.  She was going to do this properly.  She pointed at the boys’ wrist and ankle cuffs.
“You see we have restrained boys here…and here.  This is so they cannot interrupt process of milking.”
“See?” whispered Teddy, giving Miriam a nudge.
“Over here” – she pointed at the Milkmax III, positioned between the two captives – “is Milkmax milking machine.  As you see, capillary tubes run from machine into bottles – here – which will collect sperm milk.  Some call sperm milk simply “c-um”, but we prefer proper term.”  She ran her eyes over her audience to make sure they were all following.  “Now, you will see here” – she tapped her pointer on the base of Ryan’s shaft – “here there is little hole in rubber pants, with support lip here.”  She tapped again about a third of the way up the shaft.  “Shaft support lip keep pen-is nice and straight, and hole is narrow at base to keep pen-is fully erect during milking.  At present, for sake of propriety, we have put on condoms.  In moment I take off condoms, and attach these.”  She held up two white rubber sheaths equipped with thin drain tubes.  “Tubes attach to Milkmax.  Sheath will fit firmly on support lip, so won’t come off.  When I switch on Milkmax, it will start milking, and when boys’ sperm milk come out it will be pump along capillary tubes into bottles, which are graduated” – she tapped her pointer on a bottle, which had markings up one side – “so we can tell how much milk we collect.”
Teddy took a deep breath.  “Great!  Get it going, already,” she murmured.
“Milkmax has adjustable speed and suction, depending on requirement.  Can be left on for pre-set time, or until operator switch off.  Today I will put on medium speed and medium suction and set for six hours.  If you wish you can come back and check how much sperm milk boys have produced.”  She put down her pointer, and turned to face the audience.
“Are there any questions?”
A young woman put her hand up. 
“I was wondering…wouldn’t it be better to allow the boys to…you know…self-milk?”
“Unfortunately boys not reliable.  In fact, aggressive behaviour often linked to insufficient self-milking.  Today this just demonstration.  But normally we make process as pleasurable as possible.  Show films on screen behind you, fit boys with headphones for sound.”
“Films…?”
“Depending on boys’ tastes.”
“I see…”
Someone else asked if it was ever used as a punishment.
“Only for very bad boys.  Then eight, ten or twelve hours depending on offence.  Very effective.”
“And what happens to all the sperm milk?” asked Teddy.
“Sperm milk very nutritious.  Never wasted.  Fed to boys.  If two boys being punished, one boy sperm milk fed to other through sissifier.”
“Sissifier?”
Anna produced one from her apron pocket and gave it to the woman at the end of the first row. 
“Please pass round.  We use a lot at P and S.”
The sissifier was passed around, to the accompaniment of supressed giggles.
“If no further questions I begin milking process.”
She approached Ryan, knelt down, and unrolled and removed his condom.  She picked up a sheath, and, ignoring his squirming and his muffled whining, slid in onto his coc-k, pushing home until it locked onto the support lip.  She repeated the process with Jack, then attached the tubes to the Milkmax. 
“There.  Now we switch on.... so.”
The Milkmax started to hum smoothly, the soft sound broken only by the regular clicking of the pump.  At each click the sheaths and the tubes twitched slightly.  The boys stopped struggling now, but their eyes widened and they began to emit little panicky noises.
“That’s impressive,” said Teddy.  “Er…how long before we see some results?”
“It depend on resistance of boys.”
Teddy glanced at her new friend.  It seemed that Miriam’s initial embarrassment had been replaced by cautious fascination.  She was leaning forward in her chair, eyes wide open, taking it all in: the boys dismayed faces, their flushed cheeks, the steady, rhythmic twitching of the sheaths as the Milkmax clicked away with relentless efficiency.  Indeed, all eyes were now on Ryan and Jack, and the atmosphere in the room was one of barely contained excitement. 
“Which one’s going to capitulate first, do you think?” a woman behind them whispered.
“I don’t know…” replied her friend.  Maybe the one on the left – Ryan?”
“Could you take off their gags, now, miss?” someone called from the back.
Anna hesitated.  Yulya shrugged. 
“Okay then.  Why not?” 
She walked behind the boys and unbuckled and removed their ball-gags.  Straight away Ryan started moaning.
“Please…Miss Anna.  Please don’t do this.  Not…not in front of all those ladies.”
His cheeks were burning and the stupid expression on his face as he tried to control his arousal was priceless.  He tried to turn his head away so they couldn’t see.
“I can’t see him properly,” said Teddy.  “Can’t we get a closer look?  I feel out of it stuck back here.”
Anna looked uncertainly at Yulya.  Yulya calculated that if anything went wrong Anna would get the blame. 
“If Anna say so, fine.  Anna in charge.”
“Well, I…”
She was obviously wavering, so Teddy thought she’d take that for a yes.  She grabbed Miriam by the hand and led the way, the rest following in her wake.  She pushed past Anna and leant against one of Ryan’s bars.  She looked into his eyes.
“What does it feel like, Ryan?  Is it better than doing it to yourself?”
Ryan turned an even deeper shade of red.  Teddy looked down at his erect member, twitching in time with the pump.
“Miriam…look at that.  Can you imagine what that must feel like?”
But Miriam was already staring at it, and imagining just that.  How she wanted to touch it, to feel it jumping and quivering, to hold it and watch Ryan’s face as he orgasmed!  She felt as if she was about to have a panic attack.  She tried to get a grip on herself.
“What’s happening to me…?” she murmured.
“What?” said Teddy.  “What did you say?”
Miriam had broken out in a cold sweat.  She wanted to get away from the squirming, groaning boy, but at the same time she was seized with an overwhelming desire to witness the climax (or climaxes) at close quarters.  She was gripping Teddy’s hand hard now, her gaze fixated on the pulsing phallus.  Teddy shot her a sidelong glance.  Well, well, she thought, turns out you’re not as disinterested as I thought you were.  This is one interesting lady all right.

There was a sudden cry from her right, which made her jump.  Miriam swung round.  Jack’s head had fallen back, his mouth open, his eyes swimming.  For a second her was still.  Then his whole body was racked with violent spasms, and he cried out as if in pain.
“Oh god…  I’m c-umming…  Miss, I’m c-umming….Ah!…  Ah!…  Shit!   Aaahh….”
Looking down, Miriam saw a thin thread of white sperm rushing down the tube.  She followed its progress as it entered a little plastic reservoir on the side of the Milkmax, and then shot up and began spurting and dribbling into the bottle.  She looked back at Jack’s face, his eyes tight shut, his forehead puckered with intense pleasure.  A moment later Ryan followed suit.  His orgasm was, if anything, even more violent, making him buck and shudder, and the steel pillars tremble.  Miriam had to take a step back to avoid his thrashing.  He moaned and cried inarticulately as pulse after pulse of sperm shot from the end of the quivering sheath and made its way up to his bottle.  She had never witnessed anything so frenzied and passionate, and because of his proximity it was almost as if she was sharing his ecstasy – to such an extent she suddenly felt she was going to faint.
“Teddy…please…  Help me…”
Teddy overcame the selfish desire to stay and watch to the bitter end.  She put an arm round Miriam’s waist and helped her to the door.
“Are you all right, darling?”
“I don’t know…  I feel…sort of trembly…”
“Come on.  Let’s find somewhere quiet where you can sit down and recover.  We’ll go down here to the back…”
She supported her friend and guided her down the corridor and around the corner.  There on the left was a door with a “No Entry” sign, and a builder’s ladder leaning against the wall.
“They must still be working on this room.  There’ll be no-one in here.  Come on.”
The door wasn’t locked.  The room was in semi darkness, though they could see light emanating from behind a partition at one end.  There was  a line of chairs along one wall just beyond the partition, and the light was filtering through from behind a long red curtain at the far end of the room.  They made their way past the partition, and sank into two adjacent chairs.  It was absolutely quiet.  Then someone spoke.
“Miriam?  What on earth are you doing here?”

[krystalasbaby2017]

love it the boys and the teacher in torment.  My thinking is the lady teacher had an orgasm

[Sandra B]

krystal - I actually hadn't realised but I think you're right!