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Here is the newest chapter of my sequel to the Experimental Medicine Series. Chapter 4 in which we check in with you, the (penis having) main character going about your workday after an andro cutie drops off a sophisticated toy that sucks the life out of you.

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 “Well look who emerged from their latest orgy bender,” I said to the screen and smiled seeing a message with Valentina’s name light up my inbox. She hadn’t bothered checking her messages for almost a week. The amount of back and forth I’ve been handling between her and her department made me feel like her secretary! But it had its perks since the people in her department were always more than willing to bring me samples and prototypes directly. It wasn’t normally the case since the girls were so protective of me, but when Valentina went awol like this they understood that only a few people could take care of things for her. “God, you are good.”

 The androgynous looker from R&D who had brought me the new prototype sleeve decided to show me how it worked and volunteered to help me get ready to use it and, well. It turns out they were really good at sucking cock and even after I said I was hard they seemed committed to following through. A perky blonde with a thin and toned swimmer’s body, cute little breasts, and wispy medium length hair that was held back with a robin’s egg blue hair band. They wore pink lipstick and pursed them as tightly as possible going up and down. My full length was obviously too much to handle, but who could blame them. I was longer than ten inches and they were only human. Only Lucy or Trish could handle the whole thing. And that one chick from the dollar store I guessed.

 Both of their soft hands were firmly around the base of my shaft desperate to get a taste of what my precum promised. The rumors were obscene and I liked to imagine that they all had some competition to see who was going to deliver the prototype to me. Once the first girl came up while I was in the middle of taking care of myself and offered to help, who was I to deny that kind of assistance? My throat felt tight as I held my breath feeling orgasm on the tip of their tongue.

 “I’m almost there, Riley. Almost… Augh!” I couldn’t help but put my hands through Riley’s soft hair grabbing the sides of their head while my first spasms blew their cheeks up like balloons as they swallowed desperately. “Oh, yes. Auhhh.” One of Riley’s hands clutched my thigh while the other, clutching my shaft felt the volume of each thick rope pumping under their thumb. I was expecting the cough-up, but it never came. “You’re thirsty, aren’t you?” I let go of their head and let out a long sigh laying limp in my chair while seven inches of my cock emerged from Riley’s throat.

 They were huffing and licking their full soft lips. I loved this outfit they wore in R&D. They would wear stockings or tights in white with cute black shoes. Then a pair of shorts or a skirt in whatever color they wanted. The outfits came in any color and there weren’t really any rules, but having some unification among the staff seemed to be a point of pride. It was also really cute and reminded me of some kind of wonderland there. For a top, they wore white blouses or a more skin tight tank top underneath a tool belt apron of the same color as their shorts or skirt. Accessories like wrist and hair bands were often the same color as their outfit, but not always.

 Riley was robin’s egg blue, but now I was wearing their pink lipstick around my dick as my chest rose and fell looking down into their shining eyes.

 “Thank you, sir,” Riley said, swallowing the remnants of my load and rising to their feet. The short skirt showed off a ton of leg and long, toned thighs and calves rose before me. I stood up and my eyeline barely came up to their shoulders so I was face to face with perky little breasts that showed a hint of cleavage between the fluffy open neck of the white blouse.

 “No, thank you, Riley. I guess I will give this sleeve a try out in a little bit,” I said, grabbing the wiggly silicone sleeve from the desk where it was forgotten after talk about sucking my cock came up. It was heavy, but my fingers melted into it as it shook almost of its own volition in my hand. Riley was embarrassed and brushed a stray blonde wisp from their face.

 “Sorry about that. I kind of got carried away, I guess.” Their smile was cute as they blushed or maybe it was redness from having their cheeks filled up with cum. I waved my hand.

 “It happens to everyone. I will report back when I can. Also, it looks like Miss V. will be headed back into the office, maybe even today,” I raised my eyebrows to Riley’s surprised expression.

 “Oh shit. I gotta go. Thanks, bossman. You were delicious.” Riley said with a wink and then bounced out of my office, skirt popping up to show off that cute smooth butt as they skipped towards the elevator. Since my ‘working’ office was on the far end of the floor with a great view of the city, it was quite a ways though a long hallway of doors before Riley made it to the lobby where Trish and my boss accosted me. I checked the clock. An hour ago? I blew out another long satisfied sigh and plopped down in my chair and spun around resuming my work at my battle station.

 My desk was a modern wonder. Multiple monitors, multiple rigs all tricked out, plenty of baubles and figures and posters to keep me company when I wasn’t being visited. Today has been kind of a busy day, I thought. My working office was a semicircle with floor to ceiling windows along the curved part and some room behind my desk to walk back and forth and stare out at the horizon. There was even a small counter to lean on and some stools for evening chit chats or taking phone calls and stuff. The windows had a special tinting treatment that allowed them to collect solar power and trigger transparency. As much as I liked to show off how big I was and how much I came, it was in the company’s best interest to keep most of our private dealings private. 

 Besides my battlestation I had a work table and a big comfy couch for working late nights, which I never had to do. But sometimes I’d finish work and flip on my gaming rig and find myself crashing in here. I did have an actual room with a bit where I could sleep on this floor, but didn’t do a lot of sleeping on that particular bed. And lastly, of course, was the mobile replenishment station. I had a mini bar and fridge that I could wheel over to while sitting down and get some water or milk or whatever. There was also a dedicated fridge, well, a warmer where my samples were kept and collected at the end of the day or when I filled one up.

 I glanced at the clear 30L barrel in the warmer and realized it was totally empty and broke into cold sweat. ‘The doctor is going to kill me.’ Then the feeling passed and I took a breath, blinking and remembering where I was. My badass office, the battlestation. My dick was still semi-hard from the amazing blowy that Riley gave me. Nervous laughter spilled from lips frozen in an uneasy smile as I reached for the sleeve and installed it, taking off the old one and setting it aside. The new ‘man-milker’ was a lot more compact and easy to handle. Had an auto-luber and built in suction not just to collect my cum, but to make it feel better too. And since now I could take breaks when I wanted to and walk around and let myself recover it was a lot better.

 My cock hadn’t even gone soft, but I figured it had been a few minutes so I could at least get started on filling today’s barrel. It wasn’t like I was ‘forced’ to do it. There were ‘quota’s’, but they weren’t really enforced. Everyone was totally understanding and these days things were getting pretty lax anyway. Trish and Lucy in one morning? That was rare. I grabbed the small remote and flicked the pump on. The sleeve sucked onto the entirety of my length and once it hit the base of my shaft started to pull on the skin of my sack as well.

 “Oh shit. Oh shit!” I started to panic since there had been pump-related nut issues in the past and this was exactly how they all started. As I reached down to grab my sack, both my balls were pulled into the silicone sleeve before I could do anything, but it didn’t hurt. “Oh fuck. Ohhh goodness…” I leaned back on my chair as the silicone sleeve got warmer and pressed the button for more lubricant. Gel began to make everything inside of it slippery. “What is this thing?” The new sleeve seemed to have a dedicated pair of pockets for my balls and massaged and sucked them along with my shaft. “This is nuts,” I said at the cylindrical silicone brick enveloping my entire cock and balls. I felt like I was halfway there and had even turned on the stimulation, yet.

 As good as Riley was, and even as good as Trish and Lucy were, these things were getting out of hand with how good they felt and this was the first one that sucked my balls as well. My eyes rolled up into my head as I flicked on the lowest vibration setting. Even after all I had been through, I still enjoyed it. I loved it. And this. This was already better than anything they had thrown at me. I was surprised that there weren’t attachment points for the skeleton which would slide the sleeve along and make it feel more like it was pumping up and down. But apparently it was built-in Riley mentioned. It used some kind of membrane that went loose and got taught and was closer to the real thing. 

 My finger hovered over the wheels on the remote that controlled the various speeds and intensities. I enjoyed the lightest vibration and just having this thing sucking wetly on my entire package. ‘How much could this thing stretch?’ I raised an eyebrow at the dark blue silicone. It looked like one of those rolled up compact sleeping bags that backpackers used. Lowest speed. Let’s just see how it moves. The thing stayed sucked on to my pelvis but the far end of it extended well past the tip of my cock and then ‘snapped’ back, but almost in slow motion and it was like I was penetrating the wettest, tightest vagina in my life. Somehow my balls were also part of that penetration and everything just fit perfectly. Like a wave breaking against the shore the faux penetration reached its limit and then pulled back away. It kind of ‘simulated’ pulling out by allowing air in around the base but keeping it sucked tight nearer to the head.

 “Oh fucking, hell.” I was gripping the arms of my chair and managed to open my eyes and it barely looked like the thing was moving. It was shaking around a bit and wiggling back and forth and got longer when I was almost ‘outside’ of the thing I was fucking, but otherwise this thing was barely moving. ‘It feels that good and it doesn’t even look like it's moving?’ I wanted to dial it up to a higher intensity, but knew it would be a bad idea or I wouldn’t leave the office for days or something. Another four or five slow glorious faux penetrations and I was on the brink when I heard Riley’s buttery voice in my head telling me not to forget.

 ‘The nut button,’ They called it. I had laughed, but their face was dead serious. My feedback was taken seriously and held to high regard and apparently I had the tendency to turn the intensity down quite low when I was about to cum and when I did finally bust the suction was too weak and I’d overflow the sleeve covering myself in backsplash unless I turned the suction up much higher. But normally I was too deep into the feeling to do anything other than just let cum flow from me and would regain my composure and look like I had spilled a bowl of rice pudding all over my lap or something. The nut button was supposed to solve all those problems. The new remote they gave me had the nut button set as actually two buttons on the sides of the remote so I could just squeeze the thing and it would go off.

 I was squeezing it and suddenly the thing sucked down on me harder and deeper than it had before. I felt it constrict, gently but firmly, around each of my balls and give them a series of quick rapid squeezes. While the stimulation and speed increased, it wasn’t much more than the setting I had it on. But the suction near the tip of my penis had gone into overdrive and even before I came, I felt the sperm being sucked through me and out of me. ‘Oh god, the nut button.’ 

 “The nut button!” My voice shuddering as I cried aloud and shaking as my dick, impossibly slick, was mercilessly sucked and fucked as my balls were squeezed of their precious payload. I couldn’t comprehend anything except pleasure. It was too much all at once but I didn’t care and even if I did I couldn’t do anything about it until I stopped nutting. It was a big one. One of the biggest in a while. Bigger than with Lucy’s tits this morning and bigger than when I banged Trish for the first time in half a year.

 My eyes were pulled in the back of my head and my back began to curl as gush after hot gush was sucked through the tube. The sleeve’s slick and squish membrane squeezed my balls forcing cum from them in perfect rhythm with the sucking of the tube. My orgasms had been electric since the first night I took the medicine, but after I awoke from the coma after the incident I had stepped things back a bit. Part of that meant I came less and got smaller and ultimately my orgasms were less intense. But this made me remember. And I did. Flashes of the doctor’s glasses, red frames, and red lips. I was hanging from the harness, milked like I was now. For weeks. She smiled and showed off her teeth. She laughed with an edge of madness and I didn’t know where I was. How long I had been ejaculating. I only knew pleasure.

 I screamed aloud, opening my eyes, sweating, heart beating, and slowly realized I was in my office. The nut button finally slowed. ‘When did my orgasm finish?’ I turned off the sleeve and set the remote down, pulling the thing off of me and set it aside on the low cart I kept my milker equipment on. ‘What the hell was that?’ The device almost stared back at me while I contemplated its power over me. How could it be so good? My dick, sucked and plump from being inside of a pump for the past ten minutes, had actually thickened up a little. It was just pumping and that would go away, but it was so effective.

 “This thing…” I swallowed and licked my dry lips regarding it with near disdain. “...is fucking AWESOME!” I stood up and kicked off my pants hopping over to the mini cooler to refill my water and grab some drinks. The weight and slap of a slightly fatter cock against my thighs gave me a bit of a thrill and as I pulled the paper top off of the first bottle of milk and started chugging. It was so sweet and creamy. Far more replenishing than just water. ‘Val’s milk is the best.’ I thought as I tongued the inside of the bottle for the final drops, totally upended over my face. It was cold for obvious reasons, but I preferred it hot and straight from the source. But Val has been so busy lately. I drank another bottle feeling the warmth rush through me and before long the heat slowly concentrated below my stomach when it started processing into more semen.

 I spared a glance at the sun crawling higher into the sky from my window and fell into my seat with a bounce. I accidentally pinched my nuts and readjusted to let my plums stretch out in preparation for my afternoon of fun. I gave a loving gander at the limp silicone sleeve drooling a line of lube onto the clear plastic mat underneath my general rig area. I took another big slug of milk and cracked my knuckles. 

 My algorithm handled most of the simple stuff, but since I had been promoted my job had a lot more intricacies and the company was changing all the time so it was mostly going through to make sure my program was making the right choices. It was in the fine tuning stages, but I made sure to handle all the important stuff directly. Ultimately the mundane part of my job was still sitting around waiting for emails to come in.

 “Lucy has her documents and the meeting is underway, Gabriella’s fifth panic attack of the morning has passed, Trish is on her way to her marketing client, and Val is back from the dead. Let’s see what she has to say,” I spoke to the monitor, confirming and clearing out my inbox. “Oh, she is in a good mood today, isn’t she?” The message was filled with heart emojis and partially addressed what I had written about in the first place. But she must have just woken up. My balls felt hot and looking down they were swelling at a nice pace prompting me to smile and reach for the milk again.

 I gave a friendly response and mentioned how thirsty I was recently and that her milk was good as always. Re-asked the parts of my question she dodged, stuff for Lucy and Michelle since communication between those three has been on the rocks. Now they all just defaulted to me to solve their dilemmas. Lastly, I told her she should stop by my floor before she headed in. We could share brunch. I spared a winking emoji kind of cringing at myself as I pressed the send button. A sigh.

 “So much has changed,” I said into the air, spinning around in my chair. Lucy had always been the boss, but after the power plays and clever shifting of assets and paperwork, she was the big boss now. I had assumed Michelle disappeared or even worse after everything that happened. Lucy was so angry about everything I thought she was going to kill her. Next thing we know. ‘Hm?’

A message from Michelle popped up. Short and straight to the point as always. She was still getting used to using a keyboard again. Much better than the text to speech we had to deal with for months. Legible and clear. ‘Board is secured. Meeting went well. When can I expect you this evening?’ She wrote. A lot had happened. I hadn’t blamed her, at least as much as I had, these days seeing what happened to her. I didn’t mind it, but I was just bothered by how she went about it all. I would have gone along with it, I did! I still am. But it is a lot nicer now. I tapped out a quick response and fired it off. I used to dislike our meetings, but I was coming around. Time heals all wounds or something like that. I grabbed my water bottle hugging the massive three liter mega gulp, and began to take pulls from it staring down at my balls, lost in thought for a while. Remembering.

 My phone rang and it scared the heck out of me. My balls were bigger than oranges and were hot against my thighs. ‘How long have I? Damn my nuts feel full.’ The phone was ringing, but it was my personal phone. I sucked the straw pulling up the last vaporous splashes and the jug was empty. The phone. Who even has this number any more? I looked up and it was rumbling on the sleek black counter of my battle station. I snatched it up and saw I’d spaced out for close to half an hour. Oops.

 “Finally! Busy are ya? This is the second time I called you. Everything alright?” Trish said through the phone. I heard the sound of the highway and cars zipping by through the wind blowing into her phone’s receiver.

 “Me? I’m, yeah, I’m good. What’s up, Trish? Everything ok with you?” I was still dazed and must have sounded it.

 “Not really… I am lost out here.” I rolled my eyes and s’d my damn h.

 “You have the address, right? And you’re calling me on your phone, right?” I leaned back in my chair and started kicking side to side remembering moments like these. Back when she was just my cubicle neighbor and would bother me for the smallest thing. She growled through her teeth in her cute way knowing I was mocking her.

 “Come on, now. This is a pay phone at a diner,” She whispered, getting quiet. “I am at some rest stop and there is zero signal out here.” She complained in quiet panic. “There are a bunch of guys staring at me and I don’t want to get more lost!

 “Alright, alright. I got you. What’s it called?” And I did all the searching and pathfinding for her. I gave her enough information to either make it there on her own or ask for directions from someone nearby. It was a dairy farm, but there were a lot of farms in that general area and she had been driving all morning. The plan was to keep the early business connections close and small scale. Nothing too major. Let things go viral or slip under the radar as long as we need them to. The place was smaller than we all thought, apparently.

 “As always and forever, you are my hero.” She said confident she could handle herself.

 “Don’t get into trouble out there. Based on what you say it sounds like the folks aren’t so helpful out there. Hopefully they don’t mistake you for one of their cows!” I started laughing, but she didn’t join in. “What?”

 “It’s nothing. Thanks for the help. The least you could do after I took care of you this morning right? That was great. I’d missed that,” She said wistfully.

 “It had been a while. As good as always, Trish.”

 “Not the best?” I felt myself start to sweat and began staring at the silicone sleeve just within reach.

 “The best. Sorry about that. So you’ll be ok?”

 “Yeah, I’ll call ya if I run into more trouble. Thanks for picking up. See ya.” The receiver clunk into its holder and I realized she must have been talking into an older model of pay phone. I blinked wondering the last time I even saw a pay phone. ‘Hope she’s alright.’ I put the phone down and gave my empty mug a shake and stood up ready to refill again. I felt a lewd smile creep across my cheek as I gathered the empty milk bottles and brought them to the drink bar ready to get more. The weight of my nuts swinging and how heavy they pulled down told me I was well on my way. ‘I still got it.’ I was excited to see how far I could push myself before I left work today. It had been a while since I played this game with myself.

 I sat back down with my supply of drinks and chugged a milk bottle before I even bothered turning to my monitor. I checked my phone and hoped Trish was OK one last time before doing another bottle of milk and clearing out the rest of the emails so I could spend the rest of the morning filling these nuts. A devious thought crossed my mind and I grabbed the sleeve turning on the suction and watched it gobble up my cock and balls without hesitation. As the last of the oxygen was squeaked out I began to toy with the suction and decided I wanted to plump my cock up like a balloon in the meantime as well. I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off it otherwise, so this was really a safety measure. As I took another swig of the cold milk, I started to imagine the prospect of having something fresh on my lips. I pulled up a chat window with Valentina and to my surprise she responded within moments.

 “This might be my lucky day.”

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