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Chapter 3: Blowjob Party & Semen Donation

The next few days were, on the whole, quiet for Vasyl. The handlers, he had a new one each day he realized and never could tell which was which until they spoke, had seen to giving him time to recuperate from the exhaustive first session he'd had with the doctor's experiment and each day became a copy of the first. He awoke, ate, was treated for any aches or pains, cleaned (inside and out regardless of if he was going to be used or not), and then filled with a plug that grew a little bit more each day. After all this he accompanied a handler down to the barnyard smelling section of the tunnels and followed the man around on hands and knees while their masters pets animal pets, and their human companions, were fed.

Four days into the routine it shifted abruptly. The initial morning's steps of food, cleaning and stuffing continued, but in addition to this a blindfold was attached to Vasyl's mask and a O-ring gag slid into his mouth before he was led on hands and knees into another section of the tunnels and then taken up in an elevator. From the elevator Vasyl assumed that they were in the house proper. The hall he was guided down had hard wood floors that were polished until they had a silky texture to them. The tinkling of glasses, smell of cigar smoke and chatter of male voices greeted him when he was led into one of the rooms off of the hall.

One of two of those voices quieted down, but on the whole the young man's arrival was treated as everyday by the men. As they crossed the room a hand here or there dropped and fingers stroked along his back only for him to be taken on past. Only when one of them men spoke up was he stopped and turned towards the speaker only to find a cock being pressed into his mouth while around him the chatter continued. Any surprise he might have had was kept to a minimum as shortly after that first cockhead passed his lips he began to lap at it. The man using him did most of the work, going as far as to grab him by the rubber covered head and force it up and down on the hard flesh. Quickly though there was a grunt from above and jets of cum were sprayed over his tongue which he reflexively swallowed. Once done the man pulled out and turned back to his companions as if nothing had happened.

This routine repeated over and over again. Vasyl had tried to keep count at first, but lost count of the exact number somewhere past twenty three, or twenty four. The parties that his master was hosting ran over the course of the next week and Vasyl attended each with, he realized after bumping into one when passing, other slaves. He was kept blindfolded throughout and plugged, though after the three days they removed the O-ring gag and allowed him to be a bit more active orally, much to the vocal appreciation issued by the men he was sucking off. After the week the parties ended and much to Vasyl's sadness never was the butt plug removed and never was he given the chance to follow a growing day dream that had begun to amuse him wherein the guests would pay for the extra entertainment of fucking him and passing the blind slave boy from cock to cock.

With that thought taking route he imagined that finally someone had decided to play a little bit more with him when the day after the party he was guided out to the lift without his handler adding the now familiar plug. The suspicion only deepened as they moved past the room he typically was taken to and up a set of stairs to one of the private apartments. Just inside the door his leash was dropped and the door closed behind him. However his memory was stirred by the voice that spoke and all assumptions swiftly flew out the window.

“It seems that you're getting along well, my boy. Well enough that your already being already being allowed into the main house," his grandfather spoke before slapping his thigh and issuing a short order, “come here." Vasyl perked up and crawled over to the man carefully to avoid any furniture that might be in the way by moving gently if hastily. Stopping when he felt the leash being lifted off of his back then he looked up, despite his lack of sight, and sat back on his heels. “I imagine you're proud of that hmm? Well we'll just have to see about that. For now though I've another task for you. Get up on your feet."

Vas knew not to hesitate, though his mind was trying to figure out what would be asked of him, as he stood up and realized quickly that without sight and having gotten used to all fours it took him a little longer to balance. That it did drew a laugh from his master before the man turned him about and forced him backwards. The cool smoothness of marble touched his back before Smythe guided him up a short ladder that led to a platform. From here he was guided back again and felt clearly the marble once more, though now a shape was coming to mind.

In fact it was an overly large statue of a naked and very hard man. Above it, as if coming down through the ceiling was another statue. The way that each was positioned made a viewer think that there was supposed to be a third in between. One who was being both anally and orally impaled by the marble pieces. Vasyl was forced back and a hand brushed over the thick length before his grandfather guided him so that it was pressed against the nicely stretched entrance. He pushed down on the boy's shoulders and the head pushed past the ring with a moan from the young man.

Before he could try and pull off, the thickness was still a bit greater than the plugs that he'd been enduring, his feet were guided off the platform and the phallus slid deeper into him before his toes found purchase on the knees of the statue. He would have continued to fall, but his grandfather held him securely while guiding each wrist up into leather cuffs with were tightened down and latched to take over holding him in place. Then Vasyl's head was turned up and his mouth forced open so that the other marble cock filled it. There was a shift of marble, or maybe that was his imagination, and then he found he couldn't pull off of the dick any more than he could lift himself off the phallus filling his ass.

“Are you about done Ambrose?" The hard female voice cut through the room and Vasyl jumped a little, which caused him to groan as everything shifted in him. His grandpa issued a chuckle, tweaked a nipple and then moved down before dragging the platform away. “Yes, yes Mathilda, he's all set up other than…" He flicked a nearby switch and Vasyl could taste cum spreading over his tongue and the feeling of more spilling into his body. Finally the elderly man reached up and screwed the tip of a hose into his sheathed and filled penis before he walked away.

“Give him a little while like that and he'll fill up the cup more than enough to assure your granddaughter grows a nice belly. Remember our deal though. If it's male I keep it and you may use the remains to impregnate her again, if she has a girl instead then do the same and I'll take the second child regardless of gender." The woman cut him off while snorting delicately, “Oh I know quite well. And if she has twins then we each get one regardless of gender, though you always did have a preference for boys didn't you?"

The sniping chatter between the two continued, but Vasyl soon lost track of it as he began moving on the shaft, rolling his hips a little bit and trying to pull himself up and off now and then only to sink back down on the marble phallus. His movement quickly began to tire him out and muffled sobs occasionally escaped the young man. Still the marble cock in his mouth kept feeding him aphrodisiac laced cum at a slow, but steady pace and the twin in his ass pressed up against his prostate. The constant pressure starting to milk out his cum without giving him a full release until with another flick of a switch by his grandfather the marble impossibly began to vibrate and give him that final push.

Vasyl arched between the two statues, his chest expanding as he sucked in a breath through his nose and then let out a muffled cry of pleasure. Shudders of pleasure raced through him and familiar spasms began as jets of cum were fed down the plastic tubing while the massaging pressure on his prostate caused the orgasm to linger and drain out more semen. The cup was collected once full and put into a storage unit.

One of Smythe's servants showed the woman out and then his master approached the still writhing boy. A hand lifted to stroke over the youth's leg and up to his sac for a momentary squeeze. “Looks like you take to this, perhaps you will join the milking hall hmm? Though if that's the case I think you'll need a few more modifications." There was a quick flick of his black cock and he was unhooked from the machine while orders were given to apparently other watchers in the room though Vasyl hadn't heard their arrival. “Cage him in my laboratory for now and see that he's cleaned up and rested." Many sets of hands lifted him from the statue then and then, as he was too drained to fight, carried him off into another section of the house.

Vasyl allowed his mind to drift on the edge of the velvet darkness of unconsciousness only to snap out of it suddenly when he slid into a metal bath and hands began to scrub him clean. With little time wasted he was dried and then placed on a hard bed before straps were wrapped around his arms, chest, wrists, legs and ankles. The blindfold was unstrapped with the warning not to open his eyes immediately given before the men dimmed the lights and left the room.

Slowly the slave began to open his eyes, wincing as the dim light in the room was bright to someone who'd been locked in darkness for a time. As they slowly began to adjust to the light he started to take in the details of the room. Tiled floors met tiled walls, the color so pale that it reflected back the mint green light that was cast by a few of the machines. White painted metal storage closets lined one wall and a few medical instruments could be seen laying out on a silvery tray just in front of one of the closets. The opposite wall was bare other than a window halfway up. Through that window he could see a large camera and beyond that seats for watchers to spectate.

Dropping his eyes then Vasyl started to tug at the medical straps which held him fast. Though the boy wasn't able to free himself from the medical bed it did reveal that his legs were attached not to the bed, but to a pair of stirrups which could be widened or closed at the preference of another. Vas gave up the fight and waited for a while for someone to come back. When no one did he started to drift off and then eventually dropped off into a fitful sleep.