More milking!

Evan is ushered off the table, and the women are stroking his dick more than ever. Evan flinches in pain, but he feels the wave of pleasure still. His dick twitches to the ladies delight.

“Look at those balls.” One woman says, dribbling them with his fist. Evan moans. “Still full of cum. You didn’t feel that orgasm either did you.”

A hard slap sent Evan bent over, where another woman stepped in to grope his ass. Evan felt that he was getting objectified from every angle.

“I asked a question?”

“Oh uh, no. M’am. I felt nothing from my two orgasms.” Evan couldn’t believe the conversation he was having with a client.

“Come here, lets see how much you have left.” She sneers at him, dragging him finally into the shaded deck. At a table, with an empty glass. Evan moans as she points his tiny hard dick into it.

“This is where it goes. Uh huh?” She condescending shows him the task at hand. Evan starts jerking his cock.

“Excuse me” a woman slaps his hand, and another lady slaps his cock. It bounces wildly and twitches in return. She starts jerking him off herself, and Evan can already feel himself on the edge.

“He’s ready to go again. I’ve never seen a case so bad as his. Premie boy.” Being called this, Evan felt a wave of humiliation that brought him over the edge. Thankfully, the woman fully grasped his penis as he spurted out five more ropes of cum.

“Squeezing it does help. Look.” The woman helped up Evan’s jizz cup for everyone to see, even the crewmates passing by. Everyone seemed to be enjoying Evan’s predicamnet.

His cock finally went limp, but everything was red and swollen. Evan was embarrassed that everyone was seeing him in this shape.

“Now lets get you cleaned up.”

Evan perked up at the words, but began to wonder exactly what they meant.