The Adventures of Will Tantra (Part 2)- by Studs Andros Lik.. (OnlyFans)

The Adventures of Will Tantra (Part 2)- by Studs Andros

Like I said, all men are required to provide a load for another man at least once a week. To prove that you did, you take a photo or video and file it electronically much like people filed their taxes back in the day. (We don’t have taxes anymore. People tithe ten percent of their income automatically. For anyone earning over $1 million annually it’s 15%. For the Refuseniks, the recording of their loads is different, a bit more rigorous. Once the refuseniks are transformed, they like everyone else have to submit to the central office in Washington a photo record each week of themselves being sucked off and sucking off another man. Once they get past the initial resistance to oral extracting and being orally extracted, then some of them balk needing to keep and submit records. I promise them that it isn’t any more extra work than punching a clock, and that it commemorates something that feels great. Real good. 

To milk or not to milk, that isn’t a question. It’s life. And it’s patriotism at its most pleasurable, its most fertile. 

When I’m doing the extracting, for the most resistant, it’s always an effective practice to use some sort of punishment to train them. Make their resistance something they won’t want to do again. A favorite method of making an impression is to not allow them to orgasm for a month. They have to suck and be sucked but they can’t cum. I know when they try to jerk off because we insert a small chip with a camera inside their cum slits. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt or do any damage. If anything, it makes them bigger and harder because of the protective mesh around the camera chip that doubles as a boner enhancer and cock extender. On any given day or night, me and my team can open our computers and catch upwards of ten thousand resistors stroking their cocks and all set to blow their load thinking we aren’t ready to intercept and make them stick to the rules of cum denial. Make them wait. Send a little, and safe, buzz into their penises. Remind them who is boss. They drop their dicks. And go to bed so fucking horny they moan for release. And if they are really bad boys, once we do bring them to ejaculation—their cum loads so massive at this point their nut spills from our mouths like hot lava--well, we just continue to stroke and tease the super sensitive heads of these cocks that just shot a load—you know the painful bliss this is--to drive them crazy. And it does. Before you know it, these bastards are promising anything for me to stop. Stop, don’t stop, Daddy Will. I won’t cheat anymore. I don’t stop. Some of them cum multiple times. Soft cocks, hard cocks, a well-trained extractor like my team and I can make grown men cry tears of cum and joy.

January 13, 2099, Evening 

I get to the gym and sign in. It’s pretty busy for a Tuesday night in a tired town like Riverhead. Some women, mostly men. A few studs I wouldn’t mind sucking off. I change my clothes in the locker room and head out to the weight room looking for the captain. My idea isn’t to flirt with him, not yet, but just check him out. Get a sense of the big guy’s aura. See how he deals with people around him. His strategies. Of course, I’ve seen his photos and soon enough he comes into view. He’s doing squats, heavy weights, about 400 pounds. And he’s a big guy. Wearing a blue tank top and compression shorts. Son of a bitch is precumming in those shorts. There’s a wet spot big the shape of the state of Florida where he’s bulging. Happens to lots of guys when they do squats. If their thighs are thick like the captain’s they press so much on the taint and ball sack, the squatting is like having a finger or two, or a dildo, up your hole. It stimulates your prostate and the precum drips. 

You bet big boy is the correct word for the captain. His salt and pepper gray-brown hair has a bit of red in. It is thin on top but he’s buzzed his head. Red neck hair style reminiscent of the marines in the last century. He’s got a full beard with some white in it. Big legs and massive butt I could walk my hole arm into and up. Gorilla arms and a beast’s massive chest. He could crack heads between his man tits and there’s lots of nip slips happening as he squats. Nipple areolas are huge, succulents about three and a half inches in diameter with nipps like ripe buds on a cherry tree. Even his nips are virginal I figure, touch them, lick them, nibble them, and they’ll blossom. 

I grab some free weights and do shoulder presses. I can keep my eye on the captain by looking in the mirror in front of me. His reflection is clear. I can see his sweat. The precum wet spot growing. Averting my gaze from time to time, I make sure he doesn’t see me checking him out. After he finishes doing calves, he heads into the men’s locker room. I set my intention and wait a few minutes. My intention is that he showers here instead of his home, and I’m going to be in the shower directly across from him. 

And that’s exactly what happens. These big guys like to be seen and show off. Maybe not at the bank, or the boardroom, or the garage where they work, they aren’t top dogs, but here they are kings. They’ve got the beefcake. They lift the heaviest weights. Every gym has its pack of alphas. They want you to worship them. They want you to want to see their big flaccid cocks soaped up in the shower. Captain’s shower curtain is open about a quarter of the way, enough for me to clock his whole package. It is impressive. Alpha dick. Probably a grower, too. Five thick inches soft right now, and at least nine inches when hard, with a slight curve up, and testicles the size of tennis balls. Shaved. Told you. A show off.

I get into my shower determined not to make eye contact with the captain. But also determined to put on a show that he can’t not watch. Because I'm naked so much, for my work, and for my pleasure off duty, that it’s very normal to me to be naked. I rarely have the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable; being naked is a feeling that makes my entire body tingle. I soap up and enjoy the shower. Good water pressure. Good temperature the way I like it. Warm like when you face fuck a good cock sucker’s hungry mouth. 

I pull open my butt cheeks and let the stream massage my hole. I pull on my balls and cup them with my hands, the shower water adds to the massage and makes my balls swell. My cock, at age fifty is even larger today than it was 25 years ago. That's because of all the consistent masturbation and cock and ball stretching that I do. I love to expand, stretch, strengthen, challenge and explore a variety of aspects of my body, and stretching my genitalia is a great pleasure to me. 

Our cocks are made of living soft tissue and they expand over time with consistent masturbation and stretching. I love the feeling of stretching my cock and ball sack before masturbation, just like I warm up and stretch my body before exercise and weight lifting. Sure, seeing the captain’s big dick turns me on. But I personally am a lover of all sizes of penis. I'm completely obsessed by cock and its appearance, energy, feeling in all forms, truly. 

Time to put on my cock ring, and ball stretcher combo that includes a ring at the base of my cock. To make it easy to get on, I take a bit of soap and suds up the cock ring-ball stretcher and pull my balls through it, sensual tugs, then secure my cock in there, and I’m already growing my boner just from touching it. 

Guess who is watching. The captain, of course he is. Who the fuck am I challenging his position in his gym as the alpha? I’m still not making eye contact. That would indicate I’m putting on a show for him, to get him to let me come into his shower and get up on the little seat there and blow him. Which he’s opposed to since he’s one of the leaders of our country’s man-to-man bate and seed refuseniks. So, he can only watch. He can’t act. He can’t seduce. Am I driving him crazy? Hope so. I’m planting a seed that will blossom tomorrow in our meeting when he recognizes me from tonight in the gym showers. For now, I pretend he's not there. All I care about, my only interest, is masturbating my big, and hard penis. 

Happily and sensually, I slather my cock and my entire body with body wash. Touching every part of my body, and slowly, but surely, get my bate on. Nipples. Balls. Taint. Pits. Hole. They are all getting lots of love and attention from me. Yes, captain, I am fingering the entrance to my hairy hungry hole.

I’m hard as fuck. It’s been a couple of days since I last came. But I am heading there now. Fuck yes. I am verbal when I masturbate, it just comes to me. Words and strokes. Breathing. The tantric breathing that I have learned and mastered. That I live and love to teach you. My sex life and my life in general have improved exponentially thanks to learning tantric masturbation. Edging. Multiple climaxes. 

I turn my shower off so I can be heard better by the captain across the way. His eyes are on me. His cock is growing. And still no eye contact from me. 

“We are born with these incredible cocks. They grow with pleasure. With touching. With stroking. Penis. Cocks are literally batteries for life. I am energizing my life now. Penis. Fuck yes. Oh, fuck. Yeah. So good man. Feels so good.”

That’s what I am saying. Every word is pleasure. Every thought out loud is mantra. I’m stroking my hard penis every way I know how. Jerking it. Stopping. Slowly stroking. Circles around the head. Holding it at the base. Tasting my precum. Changing the positions of my hand. Masturbating with both hands. Alternating hands. Surrendering to my fist. Then lightly grazing the head of my cock with my fingers and the palm of my hand. Massaging my balls. Harder, faster, slower, stopping. I am milking my cock and I am in bliss.

Part 3 is the next post 👍🏼