A judge's ordeal

The court was packed today with people eager to witness the very first hearing after the new #MeToo law was passed, which stated that any man accused of sexually harrassing a woman would be subjected to a live “test” in court: the victim would sexually stimulate the accused for 1 hour, and if he endured, he would be deemed innocent; if he succumbed, each rope of cum he shot would equal one month in prison to be spent naked and constantly milked.

In the middle of the court, the accused, Ryan, stood naked, handcuffed and spread-eagled. He was kept in custody for 7 days under constant supervision, giving him no opportunity to masturbate. And as all men in the court knew, not masturbating for 7 days can make one extremely horny. As the victim, Becky, appeared, the accused looked up and to both his horror and excitement he saw a large white feather in each of her hands. His traitorous manhood began instantly hardening, as did every other cock in the court, including Judge Shaun’s.

“Y…you may begin when you are re….ready,” Judge Shaun stammered, trying to maintain professionalism despite the increasing tightening of his pants. Ryan closed his eyes tight and grimaced as he braced himself. The first stroke of the feather on his shaft caused his whole body to spasm and shudder and Becky smiled, knowing that this would not take long. He gritted his teeth tightly as she slowly ran the feather up and down his tortured dick, giggling as he struggled, sweat pouring off his naked body. As she swirled the other feather around his sensitive hard nipples, he began to buck against his chains violently.

Elsewhere on the court, every hot-blooded male was fighting his own battle, desperately trying to hold back his own flood as every groan and gasp from Ryan as well as the heavy verbal teasing from Becky (Maybe you should have thought long and hard before growing an erection against my thighs on the crowded train, shouldn’t you? Sure my entire body was pressed against yours and I was wearing a cleavage-baring bralette, but you are a grown man who should have perfect control over your manhood!) threatened to push them all over the edge. This included Judge Shaun, who had clenched his knuckles white and was panting heavily.

Alas, there was only so much teasing a man could take, and after 20 minutes the strain of keeping it in eventually proved too much for Ryan to maintain. Becky sensed this too, as she discarded the feather and gave one hard stroke down his shaft with her entire hand. Ryan widened his eyes, curled his toes, clenched his ass and gave an indescribable roar as he surrendered spectacularly to Becky’s merciless skilled hands. “ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHH – “

*SPLAT* *SPLAT* *SPLAT* The sound of each rope of semen landing on the marble floor of the court thundered through the court, and into the ears of all the men, causing them to violently ejaculate into their own pants. After everyone had “finished”, they was horrified to see how much Ryan had unloaded: there were 11 clear streaks, indicating 11 months behind bars, 11 long and hard months of intense sexual milking.

As the man was dragged away, the rest filed out. Everyone was pointedly avoiding each other’s gaze, completely embarrassed at his own horribly stained pants. But none could be more embarrassed than Judge Shaun, who had clear white cum streaks down both sides of his black pants. Right now he was covered by the judge desk, but he had to find a way to go back to the office without being noticed. Just then, his secretary appeared…