The hearing was quick -- too quick, Peter Fiorito thought as the Judge banged his gavel and pronounced sentence. "Peter Fiorito, I find you to be an incorrigible juvenile delinquent. Therefore, I now sentence you to immediate termination."
A big policeman put his hand on Peter's shoulder and led the eighteen-year-old out of the hearing room and into a small waiting room. "Sit here," the policeman said, pointing to a wooden bench. Peter saw Jason, a teenaged body-builder from his class in high-school, had already stripped himself naked and was now being led by another policeman through the back door to whatever room lay beyond.
Nick, another teenager from the same school, was playing a video game. After a few minutes, the policeman who had taken Jason away called for Nick.
"Good luck, Nick, it'll be okay," said Peter.
"Th-thanks," stammered Nick as he stumbled past Peter. "I just hope it'll be quick." He stripped quickly, then followed the policeman through the back door.
After Peter waited a few minutes more, the first policeman called him to the back of the waiting room, saying, "Take off your clothes."
When Peter finished stripping, that policeman led Peter into a brightly lit room, which he decided must be the termination clinic itself.
A solidly built man dressed in a white coat met Peter. "Good morning, Mr. Fiorito. I am Doctor Maggis. I understand you are here for my professional services."
"I guess," said Peter.
"All right then, let's get on with it," said the Doctor, who looked to be in his mid-twenties. "The procedure takes about half an hour. You won't feel any discomfort, m'lad -- quite the contrary -- Right, Jason?"
Peter glanced around he room. Four dark green machines stood on the floor, each about three feet long, two feet high at one end, and three feet high at the other. Each was four inches wide at the low end, a foot wide at the high end. Nick, the teenager Peter had seen being led to this room moments earlier, now lay face down on the sloping top of one of the machines. Jason, the young bodybuilder, lay on the other; his well-muscled legs and arms gripped the machine's sides. Both teenagers' hips humped, relaxed, and humped again as they fucked the machines they were lying on.
Without missing a stroke, Jason looked up at the Doctor, grinned, and said, "Right, Doctor Maggis." He looked at Peter. "The shot he'll give you stings a bit; but after that, it's like, wow!"
"It sure is," said Nick. "And you're going to like what comes next, too."
The Doctor stepped closer to Peter. Peter started to back away, but the big policeman's hands were on Peter's bare hips, holding him in place as the Doctor wrapped his left hand around Peter's balls and shaft, and -- with his right hand -- impaled the base of Peter's shaft with a hypodermic syringe.
Peter felt a cold sting, which faded into a spreading warmth throughout his shaft as Doctor Maggis emptied the syringe into Peter.
"There. That wasn't bad, was it?"
"N-no, sir, but --" Peter gestured at his shaft. "I think I'm -- uh --"
"Getting hard? You're supposed to." The Doctor stroked Peter's stiffening prong. "A nice, long one, too; you're in for a very pleasant termination, m' lad. What happens next is quite simple, really."
"What does happen next?" asked Peter. "I mean, I don't know how the fuck you're planning to finish me off, I just know you're gonna kill me someohw or other."
"That's true, but killing you will make you much more valuable than you are now. These termination machines are quite new; we installed them just a few weeks ago. Before that -- well, let's just say that some of you boys used to give the policemen and me a real workout while we were terminating them. Now --" The Doctor patted the machine just to the left of Jason's. "-- see this opening a few inches from the low end?"
Peter strode to the machine and studied it. He saw that the top, rather than sloping smoothly from one end to the other, instead ran horizontal for several inches from the low end, then rose vertically for about three inches, and from there sloped up toward the high end. Peter saw a hole, almost two inches in diameter, in the vertical riser.
"And that hole's there for me to --" Peter touched his cock, now stiff and hard under his fingers.
"That's it," said Jason. "Hey, stud, you got a nice, long piece of meat there. Like Doctor Maggis says, you're in for some fun with that prong of yours."
"That's for sure," said Nick. "What these things are doing to me and Jason is real neat!"
"Might as well get started," Jason said. "Just straddle the low end -- that's it -- climb on --"
Peter felt cool metal between his bare thighs as he mounted the machine.
"-- and sink your shaft into the hole -- that's it, all the way in --"
Peter eased his prong deeper and deeper until he was ball-deep into the hole. He lowered his bare chest onto the cool, sloping top, tightened his thighs onto the lower end of the machine, and clamped the upper end between his arms. "Now, do I just start fucking the thing, or what?"
Nick said, "The machine does most of the work, but it's more fun if you help it along, like I'm doing."
"Lots more fun," said Jason. "Doctor can turn it on for you, but -- feel these three buttons on the right side? -- it's more exciting to start the machine yourself. The first one . . ."
Peter found the buttons with his right hand. As he pushed the topmost one, it clicked under his fingers. Peter felt suction -- hungry suction -- envelop his prong.
"Now the second button . . ."
Peter pushed, heard it click, felt pressure encircle the base of his shaft, then felt that circle of pressure slide smoothly towards the tip, then relax, slide back to the base of his shaft, then felt the circle tighten again as it slid toward the tip. As the encircling pressure pumped back and forth, back and forth, it sucked him towards climax.
"This thing feels the fuck like a milking machine," Peter growled, as he began thrusting in time with the contractions.
"It is a milking machine," said Jason. "I've already shot one load and I'm working on my second."
"I've already shot twice and I'm working on my third," Nick said. "Once you get started . . . yeah, this is a real neat way to go!"
"Then -- what about the third button?" Peter asked, as he felt pressure build in the roots of his prong.
"Go ahead -- that's the important one," said the Doctor. "The first two just turn the machine on."
"Yeah, sure," growled Peter. "This -- this isn't so bad, so far."
Peter touched the third button, hesitated, then pushed it in. "Hey," he yelped, as he felt dozens of needles lance into his glans, withdraw, stab him again, then a third time. "Now what the fuck -- or is the fucker doing what I think it's doing?"
"Drinking your blood?" asked Jason. "Sure is. Your ball-cream too, every time you shoot."
Peter realized he'd stopped fucking the machine, and resumed his stroke. "Uh -- Doctor, how'd you kill guys here before you got these things?"
"Strap them in a chair, give them hard-on shots, open up their glandes -- you know, the tips of their shaft -- and then slip a vacuum hose over their shafts to hurry things along. And before that, we'd strap them onto a gurney and tighten a collar around their necks until they strangled. But when we did that, they'd struggle while they were dying, which didn't do their meat any good. Now . . ."
"Yeah. If I'd of known how the fuck you were gonna kill me, and how much fun it is, getting sucked off like this, I might of have volunteered," Peter sighed as he fucked the thirsty machine. "But if I do change my mind --"
"You'll have to pull your shaft out by the roots to get away now," said the Doctor. "The machine won't let go until it has sucked you dry."
"That figures." Peter turned to look at the other two teenagers being terminated. "Nick, this isn't gonna be quick, like you said you hoped it'd be; but you're right: it's a great fucking way to die."
As the three teenagers kept on fucking the machines that were slowly draining their blood, Jason asked, "How come you're here, Peter?"
"Juvenile court. The Judge can be nasty when he thinks somebody's been there too often. How about you?"
"Restaurant down the street made my folks an offer they couldn't refuse. Or wouldn't. Anyway, they sold me. Comes of working on my body too much and my grades too little," said the naked body-builder.
"Yeah? You must be worth a bundle, the shape you're in."
"Nice to be appreciated, but . . ."
Nick said, "As for me -- my real dad's out of town for a month, so Mom's latest boyfriend talked her into selling me to the butcher shop."
A moment later, Peter suddenly realized that the big policeman who had brought him in was still in the room and was now stripping, coming out of his uniform with an impressively muscled physique and a rigid shaft even longer and thicker than Peter's own. "Hey -- what the fuck are you up to?" Peter yelped as he tightened his asshole.
The policeman laughed. "Don't sweat it, lad; I'm not into fucking chicken. But after watching how much lads like you liked feeding these machines for the past few weeks -- anyway, Doc here wanted to find out for sure if they can handle a full-grown, long-pronged stud like me, and I wanted to see if fucking one of these machines while it sucks me dry is as much fun as you kids have been claiming it is, so -- I volunteered." The policeman took a syringe from Doctor Maggis, slid its needle into the base of his shaft, pushed the syringe's plunger down, pulled the needle out, then handed the syringe back to the Doctor. "You're Peter -- Peter Fiorito?"
"Yeah."
"I'm -- oh, just call me Dan. "You've got a pretty long cock, don't you?"
Peter nodded.
"How long is it?"
"Just a bit over seven and three-quarter inches."
"And you didn't have any trouble --"
"Nope. It fits in here just fine." Peter licked his lips. Then, feeling very daring, he asked, "And yours?"
"Got you beat, then: I'm carrying a ten-inch weapon. Want a closer look?"
"S-sure."
"Like I said, I'm not into chicken, but this is the last chance to find out what this is like . . ." He strode to Peter's head, and, with hands on hips, presented his quivering shaft for inspection.
Without slowing his own steady humping, Peter explored Dan's long, hard shaft and heavy balls with his eyes and then his fingers.
"Like I said, I'm not into chicken, but you don't look all that young."
"Yeah? I've done guys, but only for money. This time, though --"
"Anyway, watching you study my rod . . ."
"Yeah." Peter licked his lips. "I can tell you're ready -- and since you're right here -- and this fucking hard -- yeah!" He tightened his grip on Dan's prong, eased the broad glans into his mouth, and closed his lips around the warm, hard meat. He sucked and felt Dan's glans swell. Peter sucked harder -- and suddenly he was swallowing a mouthful of thick semen. And as he sucked and swallowed, Peter felt his own shaft pump his first load into the machine.
"Thanks -- thanks a lot," sighed Dan. He tousled Peter's hair, started to step back.
"Wait -- let me --" Peter sucked out another spurt, then carefully licked Dan's prong clean. "There."
"Thanks, kid; that was -- well, you could tell." Dan squeezed his shaft; Peter saw Dan grin. "And I'm just as hard as I was when you started. But now --"
Peter watched Dan mount the fourth machine, the one right next to the one Peter was fucking. The naked policeman slid his prong in deep, settled his spendidly muscled torso onto the machine's top, and started fucking with a slow, powerful stroke. He pushed the first control button, the second, then -- after a quick grin at the three teenagers -- the third. He yelped aloud -- Peter imagined the needles stabbing into Dan's broad glans -- then Dan let out a long sigh.
"Did the machine open you the fuck up okay?" Peter asked.
"Sure did," growled the naked policeman. "This thing's hungry!"
"Well, you got the equipment to feed it," said Peter. "You got another load coming?"
"Not -- not yet, but I will before this is over. More than one, I hope. You?"
"I'll be coming again real soon. Nick --" Peter glanced at the teenager. "-- are you still working on your third?"
"I came again while I was watching you suck Dan off. I'm working on my fourth, now."
Peter turned back to the naked policeman. "Sucking you off was a turn on, and watching you now, and knowing what the fuck it's doing to your prong, and to Jason's and Nick's, and feeling what it's doing to me: sucking me dry, sucking on all our meat, sucking us off all the fucking way . . ."
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Eventually -- Peter had lost track of how many times he'd creamed into his own machine's hungry suction -- Nick said, "I never thought I'd fall asleep during a fuck but . . "
"Getting tired?" asked Peter.
"More than that. Just kind of --- fading out," Nick said.
"You're looking kind of pale too, Jason." Peter stretched out his arm, patted the young body-builder on the shoulder. "You're feeling kind of cold, too."
"Yeah -- not much longer."
"I'm getting there too," said Jason. "I started before Nick did, but I'm bigger than he is. But now I'm . . " Jason's voice trailed off; he closed his eyes, relaxed. His breathing gradually slowed to a stop.
As Peter watched, Nick yawned, yawned again, then slowly closed his eyes too.
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Peter squeezed out another shot of semen and raised his head. He and Dan were still fucking, their machines still sucking their blood. Doctor Maggis stepped to the door and called outside. Two white-clad orderlies entered the room.
"Take this one to the restaurant across the street," said the Doctor, pointing at Jason's motionless body. "And this one goes to the butcher shop on Seventh," he added, patting Nick on the butt. As for these other two --"
Dan looked up and said: "We'll be feeding these machines for a while longer they suck us dry. The men at my precinct are going to barbeque me tonight, so deliver my body there -- it's the police station on South Main. As for this young stud . . ."
"Peter," said the Doctor, "right after the judge sentenced you as a juvenile delinquient, the clinic sold you to the same restaurant that bought Jason."
"Whatever," said Peter. "Anyway, like Dan said, it'll take some time before these machines finish killing us, so you can take your time getting back." He grinned at the naked policeman. "I started earlier, but you're feeding your maching with a bigger hose --"
"-- so we might finish this fuck in a dead heat."
Peter watched the two orderlies pick up Jason's and Nick's limp bodies, pile them together on a gurney, and wheel them away. A moment later, he heard the door open again. He looked up and saw the Judge, still in the black robes he had worn when he sentenced Peter, enter the termination clinic. "Hi, there, Your Honor; checking to see if the Doctor here has killed me yet?"
"Not really," the Judge said. "Mostly, I came to check up on Officer Sigurdson -- on Dan, here. Is getting terminated like this --"
"-- as much fun as the kids have been claiming it is?" Dan grinned and licked his lips. "Sure is. Or sure the fuck is, as Peter here would put it -- right, Peter?"
"Right." The naked teenager slowed his stroke to delay his next orgasm. "Like I said earlier, if I knew how much fun it'd be, I might the fuck have volunteered. Were you wondering how the guys are making out after you send 'em here to get killed?"
"That's only partly why," said the Judge. "The Doctor sent up a note earlier today saying he wanted to check out one of the machines on himself --"
"All the fucking way?" asked Peter. He glanced at the Doctor, who was now half-naked and rapidly shedding the rest of his clothes.
"All the way, Mr. Fiorito," sadi the Doctor, "all the fucking way." He finished stripping, revealing a sturdy, muscular body and stiffening prong. He picked up a syringe and emptied it into the base of that prong, then watched it stiffen. He looked at the Judge, gestured at the two empty machines, and asked, "Does Your Honor care to join me? This machine's all ready to take somebody."
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do," said the Judge, slipping out of his robes. "If you and Dan want to try these machines out after watching them take out youngsters like Mr. Fiorito here, then I'll try one out myself." He finished stripping, presented his prong for an injection, then watched it stiffen up into an impressive erection.
"Hey, Your Honor sir," said Peter, "I mean, usually I just do this for money, but --" He looked at Dan, who grinned back.
"I let the kid suck me off before I climbed on this mechanical vampire -- he's really good at it, and I think he likes to do it more than he wants to admit, so . . ."
"Well -- okay, but --"
"I'll suck the Doctor off while Peter's taking care of your rod," said the naked Policeman.
"I accept your proposal," said the Judge, striding toward Peter while the Doctor strode to Dan.
The Judge's prong, Peter decided as he explored it with his fingers and then with lips and tongue, was almost as big as Dan's. It responded more slowly to Peter's hungry suction; he eagerly sucked for dozens of strokes before the Judge pumped a mouthful of thick, slippery semen into Peter's mouth. He swallowed, sucked out some lesser spurts, and felt his own shaft shoot a few spurts of his own into the termination machine.
"You're right," said the Judge, running his hands along Peter's back. "He's -- he's very good at it."
"Dan's a good cocksucker too," said Doctor Maggis. "And watching that real muscle-stud working on me -- just a couple more -- one more -- ahhhh!" Peter watched the naked Doctor's sturdy body go rigid, muscles tensed, then slowly, slowly relaxing. "There -- that was great."
"Likewise," said the Judge. "Peter's a sexy-looking youngster too." He pulled his still-rigid shaft from Peter's mouth, patted the teenager on the rump, then reached between Peter's thighs to give his balls a gentle squeeze. "Now . . ." He strode to the now-empty machine that had sucked Jason dry.
Peter said, "That's it -- just climb on -- clamp your thighs on the side -- that's it -- ease your prong all the way in -- yeah, you got it. Now settle your chest onto the machine -- there. See these three buttons on the side of the machine I'm riding? The first one -- they're on the side away from me --" Peter heard a click. "-- that turns on the suction. The second one --" Another click. "-- starts working on your prong. Take a minute to get used to what it's doing now -- okay?"
"It's -- it's already getting me going again," said the Judge. "And the third button -- that's what opens up the tip of my shaft -- my glans?"
"Right," said Peter, suddenly conscious of the blood being sucked out of the end of his own prong.
"So -- here goes."
Peter heard a third click, heard a yelp from the Judge, heard him say, "I knew that was coming, but it still -- yeah, it opened me up okay. Now --"
"It's drinking your blood," said Doctor Maggis, as he strode toward the machine that had terminated Nick. "And in a moment, this one'll be drinking mine." He climbed aboard, slid his shaft in deep, settled his sturdy body onto the machine.
As Peter slowly fucked the machine that was drinking his own blood, he heard one click -- a second -- and a third, along with a yelp from the naked Doctor.
"It's taking me now," said the Doctor.
"Likewise," said the Judge. "I'm already feeling myself getting ready to ejaculate again."
"After all the ball-cream I just sucked out of you?" asked Peter. "Your Honor's a real hot stud." He fucked quietly for a few strokes, then asked, "Are you still glad you're litting this thing kill you like this?"
"Are you glad I sentenced you to be terminated?"
"I sure the fuck wasn't before. Now . . . yeah, this sure the fuck beats any other way of getting killed I ever heard of. I mean -- getting sucked off by a good-lookin', cocksucking stud beats this machine I'm fucking for as long as a stud can keep it up, but with the shot the Doctor gave me -- gave all of us -- this thing's going on and on and then some. So yeah, I'm okay with your sentence -- 'specially with you and the Doc deciding to keep me and Dan company while all four of us fuck ourselves to death."