Dumb Pump (Extended)

Pat was no longer sure he'd made the right decision. He'd been insecure about the size of his cock, wondering if there was any way to change it. He'd disclosed the idea to his friends, something they seemed to know immediately how to remedy. They pointed him to pumping, even giving him suggestions for different devices to use. He felt at ease, feeling like he had the solution after buying one, beginning to use it every day as directed.

He noticed the change immediately. His size increase was showing in his normal wear, Pat feeling like he was definitely carrying a heavier package in his groin. The fabric felt tight around it, pressing in, forming a constant bulge visible between his legs. He had much more confidence, feeling like he was on top of the world. At least, until he got hard.

He thought the first time was the worst when it happened. Then it only got more and more difficult each time. The moment he felt himself start to stir, he knew he was in trouble. He'd feel his sight dim, his mind going lightheaded, all the blood slowly draining from his skull as it was forced into his cock. In a minute he'd be swollen in horny agony, unable to focus on anything else. 

He thought his cock would be fun to play with like this, but when he placed his hand on it... he felt nothing. It wasn't even stiff. It had swollen like a sack of meat, still soft, completely unusable at all. He had no way to please himself in this state, no matter how he tried, the rod a soft tube in his grip.

He could hardly think about anything else, unable to keep his head straight, doing his best to recover from something he couldn't control. His cock would throb, flooding with the wave of blood from each heartbeat, flushing his mind from each pump. He could do nothing but sit there waiting for it to go away, waiting for the giant bulge in his underwear to subside. He knew he'd made a mistake.

He told his friends, who smiled upon hearing it. "Yeah that happens the first few times, we'll help you out."

The next time Pat felt it start, he immediately texted one of his friends. They showed up within minutes, finding Pat incapacitated on the couch in his underwear. They made short work, removing his briefs and propping his legs up. Pat couldn't do anything as they entered his rear, Pat kept in his compliant state as they began thrusting against his button.

Pat felt his mind flooded with waves of ecstasy, never having experienced his prostate hammered before. Not to mention the heightened state of dumb arousal he was in. He savored each moment, every impact in his rear, each shockwave that sent a shot of precum from his cock. He'd never climaxed to this degree before, his reduced mind hardly able to comprehend the orgasm that shook his body as he shot his load from his useless meat.

His friend didn't stop then. In moments Pat would be worked up again, his cock firing a load like a cannon over again. He was too dumb to grasp his situation, unable to do anything but enjoy the experience as his friend took advantage of him. Several loads milked from Pat's cock until he was melting with sweat, exhausted in sexual bliss. Only once Pat was dry did his friend cum, leaving Pat to recover on his own.

Pat only ever wanted to live in his dumb arousal from then on. He decided to keep pumping, keeping the confidence gained from his huge package knowing his friends would be there to help him out when he needed it. Soon he was the slut of the group, taken care of whenever he needed it, just a dumb whore ready to be used.