Staggering to the front door, both men were, at different times of course, handed a package by the mail person. The mail person happened to be female in both cases, and both women wore an incredible smirk as they handed the package over, then held their signature pad out to collect delivery signatures. Still half asleep, both men signed for the packages, not really noticing what it was that they signed for.

They both slogged to their computers and plopped sleepily down. The outside of the packages were clearly marked “Prostate Milking Wand”. Neither man had any idea what that meant. The box promised “Instructional Video Included”.

Sammy flipped on his computer and then logged into Skype. “You there bud?”

“Yeah, you get a package this morning by any chance?”

“Yeah, sure did, what the fuck is this anyway?”

“No idea……” answered Johnny. He put the video CD in his computer’s CD drive, waited until the dialogue box came up, then pushed play. The sound blasted him, having been left on loud so that he could hear any noise that actually might have come in over the video link the night before.

The instructional video showed a man inserting a wand up his rectum, toying with it until his obviously flaccid penis began to expel a cream colored liquid.

“What the hell is that? His cum?” asked Sammy, having started the video, just as Johnny had.

“My god, it does look like milk, doesn’t it? I wonder why we got these.”

Johnny grunted, “So we could milk ourselves and not be so horny while the girls are playing?”

“Good grief! You gunna to do it, bud?”

“Are you?” Johnny asked in return.

“I will if you will, buddy.”

“Damn! Well, lets at least try it. Might not be all bad. I’ll get back to you when I’m done.”

Sammy stared at his monitor as the man showed how he could no longer get an erection after he had milked himself. ‘Now that might be a good idea. If I can’t get an erection, I sure won’t have as much pain when my dick is reacting to me watching Teen getting done by those thick black monster dicks.’ Sammy headed to his bathroom. Not really knowing what to expect after he removed the device from his ass, he decided to perform the bizarre procedure in the shower.

The experience was, oddly, fairly fun, and didn’t feel half bad. It had taken him a while to find his prostate. But once he had found it, it didn’t take long to start sperm dribbling from his piss hole. It dribbled for quite some time. Since it had been almost a week since his last orgasm, he obviously had quite a bit stored up in his testicles. Then it struck him, he was stimulating something inside his ass, not his balls. Curious, he tentatively massaged his testicles, squeezing his fingers toward his body as though milking a cow’s teat. He was literally milking his scrotum. After several minutes of increasingly firm scrotum milking, he again inserted the wand in his ass and further stimulated his prostate. Again his penis began to dribble sperm.

Sammy kept milking his testicles with one hand while he stimulated his prostate with the other. His sperm continued to drain from his dick for another three to five minutes. But at that point, he could both feel and see that very little liquid was still seeping out. Barely a drip every ten or fifteen seconds.

Sammy chuckled as he realized he was feeling disappointed that his sperm bank was depleted. He felt kinkier than he had ever felt before. The perverse enjoyment he had experienced cleaning his testicles of all of their sperm surprised him. He wondered briefly if he really was becoming some sort of pervert. He could not fathom admitting he had done such a thing to another person, other than the one who had also embarked on this same journey of discovery.

Sammy dried off, meticulously cleaned the wand, then moved back to the computer, still naked. His ass and his testicles felt different now, being empty, being devoid of fertility. His metal-sheathed cock swung back and forth as he walked, but gave no sense of being prone to swelling into a needy erection. Sammy admitted to himself that he liked the feeling of having empty balls and a swinging caged cock.

“You done yet?” he asked Johnny.

“Yeah, what took you so long?”

“I milked my cods to get the last bits of sperm out of them. Didn’t you do that too?”

“How the hell do you do that?” Johnny asked.

Sammy explained it several times as Johnny sat at his computer and learned to milk his testicles.

“DAMN! I AM getting more sperm, bud! Feels kind a good don’t it?”

Sam could hear Johnny making soft grunting sounds as his pee-eye yielded more and more cream. When the guttural sounds quieted, Sammy finally asked, “Get it all this time, did ya?”

Johnny half whispered, “Yeah! Damn that was funny feeling! Now whata we do?”

Just then both men heard their email ding. It was from their wives, and included an attachment. They clicked on the email. The attachment was a large AVI file. Could it be the video from last night and this morning?

The message part of the email read: “Hi hon! We are having a blast. LOTS of blasts! My god these guys have a lot of sperm in their testicles! And they seem to never go soft! Speaking of which, have you milked your prostates yet? Walter thought it would help you to appreciate us more. He said it would also help with you getting hard. Since we know that is impossible in your steel cages, Walter suggested that we send you the wands. We expect you to milk your prostates at least once a day till we get home. Walter says that way you can’t get a hard on and masturbate, thereby sentencing us poor women to a life of glorious sex with these sexy horny men. Speaking of which, here comes another hard black dick! Gotta go! It needs a nice wet pussy to fill! Enjoy the video of us taking black cocks all night! I love you! Giggle bye!”

Instantly both men felt hornier than they had ever felt before. Their testicles ached like a mother, their asshole suddenly felt like there was a tennis ball stuck up it, but their cocks simply lay limp, unwilling to give any semblance of a sexual response, other than refusing to be ignored in any way. The men realized that milking themselves was a sure route to intense horniness, with no way to gain satisfaction.

‘Being horny’ now had a new definition.