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 The draining of Jimmie Winston
   Chapter 1.
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   ...OldSpice...
   It was late fall, and the leaves were piling up in the yard of Jennifer
Winston's new home.  She had chosen to move to a secluded area far from
neighbors and questions.  The house met her needs, tucked away deep in a
small wooded area away from the main road its thick walls of brick and
stucco were perfectly sound proofed.  The selling point however was a large
basement that included a well hidden wine cellar, which she had converted
into a very secure living space.
   The cover story she fed the workers and delivery men she employed to
convert the room and install the many odd devices was quite simple.  It was
a safe room, a place where she could keep and admire a one of a kind
irreplaceable item.
   No one could have guessed, and she never told anyone, that she intended
for her son to spend his years locked away in that room for the sole
perverted purpose of draining his seed for her needs.
   She cared little for his social development or his education.  He became
her fountain of youth a gateway to all things young healthy and sexy.  Her
cold heart and lust for eternal youth drove her to no longer view Johnny as
her flesh and blood, but to view him as an object.
   She soon took to calling him "Cold Cream", CC for short, because his
special gift reminded her of the many jars of creams he now replaced.
   No longer was her son allowed to call her momma, Jennifer insisted that
he refer to her as Mistress or to not speak at all and every time he forgot
his place she beat him terribly until that mistake never happened again.
   Several years have now past since that first night of discovery, and
many months of experimentation had followed until she fully understood the
extent of his gift and its limitations.
   Those first months of trial and error had been difficult for Mistress,
but CC had truly suffered from her constant intrusive experiments.  She
quickly found two rules that had to be followed.
   First, that the effects of his miracle semen only lasted 30 days and
within just a few days of being without its rejuvinatize effects she
quickly and horribly returned back to her former state.  Second, CC's semen
could only be harvested once a month to gain the full benefits and volume
of cum she needed.
   Her constant experimentations also revealed that CC's cum production
could be increased by a constant routine of tease and denial, Cock and Ball
torment, prostate message and constant anal torment through insertion of
larger and larger butt plugs.
   She further improved his semen flow by forcing a series of larger
stainless steel shafts down the length of his erect cock, leaving them in
place for several hours a day forcing the diameter of his urethra to
expand.
   Mistresses final discovery improved his semen production even more when
she forcibly exposed his senses to a constant barrage of pornography.  At
night she would pipe subliminal sounds of women in continued orgasmic bliss
and during the day she would play a never ending collection of adult S and
M DVD's on the rooms 42 inch LCD TV.
   This constant brainwashing and physical abuse caused CCs Testosterone
production to skyrocket leaving him a total slave under her control.  His
only overriding desire was to gain release from the torment which burned
between his legs, and Mistress had the only key.
   Daily denial sessions made CC a very submissive boy, where as most boys
at 7 years old were running and playing games with their friends, a naked
CC with his hands handcuffed behind his back was being secured to the top
of his mothers specially designed makeup table.
   His legs were spread wide, his feet shackled to eye bolts imbedded in
the front of her table forcing him to face her and leaving his large balls
and cock at just the right level for easy access.
   It was then that she would unlock his custom chastity device and gaze in
wondrous amazement as his larger that normal cock slowly came to life,
expanding in girth and length, its bulbous head reaching out proudly
towards Mistresses face its large artificially expanded eye begging for
release as it dribbled a constant stream of clear pungent pre-cum.
   As each daily session begin, Mistress would ponder the many weapons at
her disposal and savored her choices as to CCs torments.  With video camera
turned on, Mistress would make precise video records on what treatments and
in what order and length of time produced the most results come harvest
day.
   The routine always started with a pack of Marlboro reds, a deep ashtray
placed between his legs and soft music playing in the background.  With a
lit cigarette dangling from her full lips, she began a denial session. 
Mistress started with an even paced stroke, always listening to his
breathing and intently watching facial expressions as his passion grew.
   She had only once made the mistake of making him cum before she wanted
him too.  She suffered greatly for that mistake which produced very little
cum of almost unusable potency.  Costing her an entire month of severe
wrinkles and self imposed exile until the 30 days had past and she could
regain her former beauty.  Now with each successive stroke she would
gradually slow down and loosen her grip just enough to cause him the
maximum disappointment.
   At planned intervals she would stop completely taking the time to remove
her cigarette and flick the ashes into the ashtray.  This little trick
helped her to pace herself so she could better control his escalating
passions.
   CC unable to move, tried vainly to protest her neglect, but the large
red ball gag strapped to his mouth only produce large amounts of saliva
which crawled down from his chin and dripped into the large crystal ashtray
waiting below.
   Replacing the cigarette to her lips Mistress capture the tormented cock
and expertly stoked his passion with quick almost violent up and down
strokes then once again slowing down her strokes almost to a stand still.
Her grip was so light she was barely brushing the skin of CCs head and
shaft.  2 to 3 minutes would pass before Mistress would again continue her
slow strokes.  First she attacked the very tip of CCs red irritated head,
her thumb rubbing the freshly stretched eye and collecting some of its
slippery pre-cum.  Then slowly back down the shaft stopping at the
sensitive circumcision ring purposely inflaming the nerves she knew dwelled
within.
   An intense stare into his glazed eyes and the sound of his deepening
labored breathing signaled her it was time to end this 25 minute session
and employ another tactic.
   To be Continued...  
  
The Draining of Jimmy Wilson ... Chapter one