The Milking Table
He groaned in pleasure as her tongue pressed up into his orbs, nibbling at them, before sucking first one, then the other, fully into her mouth, enveloping his scrotum save for the small amount of flesh composed of chords and other soft tissue which connected it to his abdomen. Her mouth tugged gently, then more forcefully down, pulling the orbs with her away from his body, before letting them ‘pop’ out of her mouth and allowing them to jiggle back into place, the malleable flesh starting to reform back to their natural shape. Like many fit young males, his nuts would normally cling tightly to him from within their fat protective covering. She didn’t allow it, licking firmly on his nutsack, then moving quickly up to grasp one of the nuts, exposed and vulnerable. This time, she pulled down violently on it, drawing it down several inches with her before allowing it to pop out and smack back up into him. Some males might be sensitive to such rough treatment, but Tenser absolutely loved having his balls played with. It was one of his fetishes and he’d told her so.
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Tenser couldn’t believe his luck. On a tip from the class bully, he’d found that a girl he had crushed on for years was working at the Grind’N’Glide, which functioned as both a massage parlor and tanning salon. Tommy had mentioned that the place had gone beyond the normal massage and, though he didn’t spell it out, Tenser’s imagination had been triggered. He didn’t know why the mean boy had let it slip out - perhaps he was trying to turn a new leaf and he’d overhead Tenser talking about her? Tenser had taken the information with a heavy dosage of salt since he neither liked nor trusted the boy, Tommy Joseph, but since he lived not far from the location, he thought he’d definitely look into it. Despite his mistrust of the boy, this was an opportunity he couldn't pass up. He had nervously approached the entrance, a ramp up into what looked like a collection of trailers hitched together to form a ramshackle establishment. It had only been in business for a number of months. As he ascended the ramp, Tenser had wondered if he was being played by the bully and if he would be the subject of ridicule and mockery when he saw him back in class. He’d entered precariously into the building, letting the swing door shut behind him with a clang, the bells attached to it clinging and letting all within know that a customer had entered. He had been greeted by a heavy-set bespectacled and brown-haired woman behind a make-shift counter. While he didn’t find her attractive in the least, she had been both polite and confident in her behavior towards him.
“Hi there young man, what can we do for you today?”, she had asked. When he told her he would like to have a massage, she had inquired if he’d been there before and if he had a preferred masseuse. He’d told her that it was his first time there, but was wondering if Maren was available. The woman had chuckled, muttering something about Maren being everyone’s favorite. She pressed a button on her large phone display, then started going over some paperwork with him. Some of the questions seemed quite personal, like in regards to his family (he lived with his single mother and had no siblings) and whether his friends were aware of his visit (he hadn’t told anyone) and that he’d arrived by walking. Her eyes lit up brightly when he’d told her of the referral by Tommy Joseph. That seemed to speed the paperwork along and she took his payment (insisting on cash, which gave him a hefty discount) just as he heard light footsteps approaching from his right.
He turned and…there she was, right in front of him, eyeing him up. None other than Maren Rush, a girl he used to crush on in school. Now eighteen, Tenser hadn’t seen her in a couple years. He’d heard the rumor that she’d not graduated, but simply dropped out of school during her senior year. That was some two years ago and he remembered being somewhat surprised to hear it. Maren had had a reputation of being promiscuous. She had liked being the object of men's affections and her body was aligned for her desires, for she looked like she was built for sin. When last he saw her, she had a toned frame for her 5’7” of slender goodness, with pert smallish-medium breasts and gorgeous long, sleek and powerful legs which ended in a bubble butt which even his dreams could not fathom. Being a couple grades behind her in school, Tenser had never got her attention. She seemed to always be dating the most popular guys - the jocks - as well as older men from college. He'd even seen her out at a movie theater once in the company of a well-dressed man who had to be in his thirties. Though he was younger than her, he was a gifted student and had been in a couple classes with her (an American Studies literature course and Trigonometry), both classes allowing for a mixture of student levels depending on their scholastic aptitude. In the literature course, he’d been seated right behind her and loved the fresh perfume she always wore.
She was standing in what looked to be a dark, rubbery bathing suit, which contrasted with her tanned skin well, in her bare feet, her almond-shaped eyes looking him over. With her face In the shadows of the trailer, her eyes showed no signs of recognition – she didn’t seem to remember him at all. To him, she looked just as she did the last time he’d seen her. Her typically gorgeous curly flowing blond hair was pulled back into a bun of a pony tail, her almond-shaped eyes observant. Her pink lips were luscious, her cheekbones prominent and blushed, her eyebrows slightly bushy and a shade darker than her hair, but elegantly trimmed, her ears delicate, her nose perfectly sized and shaped, her neck smooth, slender and nubile. Her face was the picture of innocence, but her reputation belied that.
The woman leaned over and whispered something in Maren’s ear, though Tenser did not pick up on it. It caused Maren to snicker and look down as she moved her hand up to cover her mouth and nose. She gave him a courteous smile. “Come with me”, she said, politely and with stoicism. He had dutifully followed the girl, ogling her legs while she led the way from one room to the next until they arrived at hers. At one end of the room was a comfortable-looking black table – Tenser noted that the table had a head-rest, rests for the arms and, in the center, what looked like a large circular ‘glory hole’. Oh man, he’d thought giddily, this is really happening.
She had ordered him to get undressed, which he complied with. As he was undressing, she watched with some interest and also poured him a drink. “Drink this”, she commanded, “it will put your body into the right frame.” He’d done as requested, gobbling down the orange liquid quickly. It had tasted good, with a slight tangy and medicine-y aftertaste. Then she’d had him get on the table. The massage had started quite normally, with her rubbing lotion into his chest, arms and shoulders before moving on to his thighs and calves. She had skipped touching his feet and abdomen. Then, as she prepared him to flip over onto his stomach, she had grinned sweetly and asked him, “Fancy a milkin'?”. Tenser’s eyes lit up. Maren recognized the look instantly – she’d seen it many times before. To her, the milking table was an ingenius device, for in her life experience, she had yet to meet a boy who encountered a hole and didn’t wanna shove his dick into it. As she watched him move his package into place over and through the hole, she appreciated the fact that the boy was well-groomed. As she lowered herself under the table, she peeled off her outfit and tossed it aside as if she were discarding a layer of unwanted skin.
That was how it had started. First he had heard her giggle as she pressed her bare feet playfully up into his package. He could feel the tiny digits of her toes as they pressed into him, her toes flexing and unflexing, flicking this way, then that. Then, he felt her hot breath underneath as she had swiveled her torso up near the opening. Now she was naked and was below the table attacking his genitals, which hung through the glory hole down to her voracious mouth and delicate hands below.
“Do you like your balls played with?”, she’d asked in a carefree manner. He’d grunted an eager affirmative reply. She liked to get the measure of a man by starting with their balls, for she found that each man’s testicles had a unique flavor and musky scent. She had been pleased to note how full his plump scrotum looked – like a piece of plum fruit ripe for the pruning.
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Tenser was relishing all these thoughts when he gasped – after giving him several licks along his shaft, she’d taken his cock into her throat all the way to it’s root, her soft lips pressing out and around the base as she could clearly go further if needed. The lips continued to inch forward around his pubis while her tongue licked the tops of his balls. The feeling of the head and shaft of his penis going into and down her throat was amazing. He briefly wondered if she could take his whole package in her mouth. He heard squelching noises coming from her as she continued to impale her throat with his shaft. It was like she was trying to set a record for holding her breath, and his rock-solid shaft was bent slightly into an obtuse angle as she gobbled more of it into her throat.
Tenser’s mind began to drift. Another of his fetishes was vorarephilia. He’d enjoyed reading about it and viewing a variety of images that he’d seen on multiple websites. In fact, it was during a discussion about vore when he told his friend Kyle he’d dreamed of being eaten by that hot babe Maren when Tommy had overheard and imparted his tip about her. As the head of his cock was squeezed by Maren’s throat, he wondered what it would be like if his whole body were there instead. This became quite a relevant thought as he strangely felt her mouth expand. In an instant, she had indeed taken his testicles into her mouth while his cock was still buried deeply in her throat. Besides the wonderful sensation, the mere thought that the girl could perform such a feat had him on the verge of orgasm.
That was when things really got wild, for he felt a strange tickling run through his whole spine as well as a tingling sensation which extended out to all his extremities. These contrasted with the ministrations that were occurring with his genitalia. The table began to grow around him and he blinked as he felt a great suction from below…
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Maren had briefly considered simply keeping the boy as a tiny slave, but her previous client, a young man of similar age and also a referral from Tommy, was currently waist deep in her steamy shaved snatch and his appendages were wiggling wonderfully around inside of her, his tiny cock constantly brushing up teasingly against her clit. And…she hadn't eaten lunch yet.
‘Fwumph!’ – the noise as the tiny man’s body rocketed to join the rest of himself in her throat. Maren loved the effect, both the sound and the feeling of surprise from her prey.
‘Gluck’, ‘glurch’, ‘hmmpf’, ‘ulch’.
She swallowed the 3-inch man down her throat a little at a time. Finally, she felt him tumble into her belly and flutter. She breathed in a large breath through her nose as she continued to savor his taste with her mouth. Swallowing shrunken men, especially fit young ones close to her age, was her favorite thing to do and a great perk of the job. She took Tenser’s clothing and deposited it in a plastic bag – she would give it to the owner, Dorothy, to burn, removing any trace that the boy had been there. As she went to shower and get ready for her next client, she made a mental note to herself to thank Tommy for planting the seed in the boy’s mind (Dorothy had whispered to her at the entrance ‘another one from Tommy’, which had prompted her giggling reaction).
Inside her tummy, Maren could feel the boy frantically trying to crawl and scale up the walls of her stomach muscle, probably wondering just what had happened. She laughed as she felt him tumble.
Setting her other shrinky aside to give him a little break, she began to lather the soap up on her body, enjoying the fresh fragrance within the confines of the steamy shower. The hot water felt soothing to her. She would decide in a little while whether he would join Tenser in her belly. It depended on how soon her next customer arrived.