But before the long-awaited milking, Mrs. Johnson thought it was probably a good idea to give Carl a break. Producing a white dressing gown from the back of the chair she said, 'Pop this on Carl and take five minutes while I explain to the room what they are going to be witnessing.'

Carl took the gown and put it round him but, with his penis still fully erect, he had to tie the belt around it, flattening it to his stomach. With a hand, Mrs. Johnson gestured the way for Carl to leave the stage by a door to the rear. Once through the door, Carl could make out a toilet... He went in, shut the door then locked it. He needed this moment away from the eyes of the people in the room: of Mrs. Johnson, of Davina and Elaine, of Doreen, of everyone who had come up to the stage to get a close-up view of his penis. Sitting down on the toilet, his penis finally started to deflate, letting out a stream of precum as it did. Carl sat, his eyes closed, his heart beating, trying to make sense of this strangest but most exciting of days.

Meanwhile, in the hall, Mrs. Johnson was explaining that Carl would now be milked and that she was going to demonstrate different ways of doing it and that the sperm milked from Carl would be collected so that everyone could look and maybe even taste what had been extracted from him. Carl could hear none of this. In fact, the first thing he heard as he sat with his eyes closed, his heart beating hard, was a rapping on the bathroom door. 'Carl?' It was Doreen's voice, sharp but kindly. 'They're ready for you, dear.'

Carl stood, tucked the dressing gown tighter round himself and unlocked the door. As he opened it Doreen was there, still looking proud. 'You're being so good today, Carl!' she said, taking him by the hand and leading him back towards the hall. 'And don't worry, we can have our own private milking later as well.' At which she rubbed her lacquered nails over his crotch looking at him out of the corner of her eye, the tip of her tongue just on her lips.

Back in the hall, Doreen handed Carl over to Mrs. Johnson, as if he were an object or a pet not a fully-grown young man, and Mrs. Johnson, still talking to the people in the room, reached forward, undid the belt on the dressing gown and slipped it from Carl's shoulders so he was, once again, naked in front of the room, his penis now soft, the tip red from the precum that had been leaking out of it.

'Ah, good,' said Mrs. Johnson, looking down at Carl's soft penis, which, even in this state, was a lovely sight. 'We can start from scratch.' Sitting down on the chair, Mrs. Johnson carried on talking to the room. Carl wasn't really listening but it was something about trying different positions and seeing which one worked best for your particular boy. As she spoke, Mrs. Johnson was more or less at eye level with Carl's penis and balls and close enough that Carl could feel her breath.

'The most basic position for the milking of a young man is on your lap,' said Mrs. Johnson, gesturing to Carl to sit on her knee. This felt strange to Carl. Intimate. He hadn't sat on anyone's lap since he was a child and here he was a late teenager about to sit on the lap of a much older woman. Mrs. Johnson tapped her knee to indicate to Carl that he needed to take his seat now and Carl, blushing to his shoulders, sat on Mrs. Johnson's thigh, the skirt material scratchy against his bottom.

Mrs. Johnson positioned Carl by placing her hands on his muscular waist so that he was sitting with his legs apart facing the audience and his arm around the back of Mrs. Johnson's neck. The whole thing felt uncomfortably intimate, especially as Carl was so much bigger than Mrs. Johnson and actually had to touch her and not just be touched by her. He could smell the old-fashioned perfume and feel the shape of her breasts against him.

'If you position your young man like this,' said Mrs. Johnson, 'then not only do you get a good grip on his penis but you can use your other hand to massage the testicles and, of course, if you have people observing they get a very nice view of proceedings...'

Carl looked up almost to check that this was true and sure enough the eyes of the whole room were at the level of his penis, which was just starting to harden against the fabric of Mrs. Johnson's skirt.

'Ah, here we go,' said Mrs. Johnson, noticing - or maybe feeling - the beginning of Carl's erection. 'There really is no more beautiful a sight than that of a man's penis as it grows from soft to hard. Just look at that graceful movement. You might even notice jerks in the penis as it becomes erect. This is of course the blood entering the organ, which is what makes it hard.'

Within moments Carl's penis was totally hard and standing flat against this stomach, the precum already leaving a little mark on the smooth skin. 'Be careful not to dive in too quickly,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'Take your time to enjoy the hesitation and to arouse your young man fully, not only physically but mentally, emotionally even. You'll find that if you put your hand near the penis but not on it, it will follow the heat of your flesh.' To demonstrate, she put her hand centimetres from the tip of Carl's penis, which was already leaking precum, and, sure enough, it twitched, almost involuntarily, to touch Mrs. Johnson's hand. 'You see! It's as if the penis needs to be touched,' she said triumphantly. 'This is something you can try for a while. The flexing of the penis is probably strengthening it, so it's worth putting some time in.'

Having toyed with Carl like this for a moment or so, Carl felt Mrs. Johnson's fingers close around the shaft of his twitching cock and the fingers of her other hand begin to massage his balls. 'The pressure you use is entirely up to you,' she told the room, 'but I would suggest not to hold the penis too tight, especially not to begin with.'

Carl's eyes scanned the room from his beaming hostess Doreen to Davina and Elaine, who seemed to be discreetly touching themselves in the front, their eyes fixed on Carl's penis as Mrs. Johnson gently moved her hand up and down the pink flesh. 'Remember the head is by far the most sensitive part of the penis so it's best to start on the shaft before you move onto the head... We don't want anything happening too quickly, do we?' There was a little laugh in the room. 'And we are here to build up stamina so that your man can hold his sperm until he is instructed to release it.'

At that, Mrs. Johnson moved her curled-round fingertips over the precum-slicked head of Carl's penis, a movement that made Carl gasp. 'You see what I mean,' said Mrs. Johnson to a few giggles from the audience. 'Unless you're in a rush to get your morning milking done before University or work, I would advise to take time - make time - to give your young man's penis the attention it deserves. Compliment him on it. Show it some affection. Maybe taste the precum, just to show your appreciation. The longer you can keep him in a state of excitement, the better and more plentiful the milk you get from him is going to be.'

Mrs. Johnson continued the slow strokes, occasionally including the head of Carl's penis, which would make him flinch every time, as the audience looked on transfixed, many of them unconsciously licking their lips at the sight of this beautiful penis being rubbed, the precum sliding down it to be used as lubricant, the pink shaved balls bobbing gently up and down. Davina and Elaine and those in the front could also see underneath the balls to Carl's anus, which was clenching and releasing with each stroke.

'So, that's your most basic milking position,' said Mrs. Johnson, tapping Carl's thigh to let him know he could now stand up, which he did, instinctively turning his back to the audience. 'As lovely as your buttocks are, Carl, I think we're here to see what's at the front, don't you?' said Mrs. Johnson in a patronising, sing-song voice. Carl turned round and stood with his penis hard and bobbing while the entire room watched and whispered about it.

'You can milk a young man on your lap anywhere,' she went on, 'though do make sure you have a receptacle at hand to catch the sperm. You can, of course, collect it from your boy's belly if you miss it, no harm done. But if you have a table...' And she turned to indicate the table, 'you can get your subject to lie on it, face up, and you'll find you have access to all of his body.'

She gave Carl a nod of the head to say 'hop up', which Carl did, lying with his head away from the room, his feet towards it. 'A pillow can be nice in this position so that your young man can see what's going on...' At this point she put a pillow under Carl's head. 'And so that you can see his beautiful face...' a slight giggle from the room, '...and the effect you're having written all over it. And I think we have a very beautiful face to work with here, don't you?' said Mrs. Johnson to the room, making Carl blush. He never thought of himself as beautiful just as... well, useful.

'Open your legs, Carl, we need to be able to see,' said Mrs. Johnson, a little unkindly, a little like Carl was stupid or something, taking back the 'beautiful' comment. Carl did as he was told...

Before the final stage in the milking, Mrs. Johnson looked over to a young female assistant who had been waiting to do her job. At the look from Mrs. Johnson, she came up onto the stage and started to set up a small camera right between Carl's legs. Everyone noticed, with amusement, that she could barely concentrate on setting up her tech, so distracted was she at the sight of this beautiful young man lying naked on the table. But with a couple of connections and a flick of a switch, a huge image of Carl's testicles appeared on the white wall behind him. As Carl's head was still propped up on the pillow, he didn't see this.

'Thank you, Maria,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'And now if you could see to the lights.' Maria left the stage with one more quick look at this specimen laid out before her and in a moment the lights in the room dimmed meaning that the close-up image of Carl's balls became much clearer, so detailed that, because of the carefully trained spotlight onto Carl, you could literally see the veins under the smooth skin of his shaved testicles.

'Now we are going to start Carl's milking with him just like this, on his back,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'It's as good a position as any: comfortable for the milkee, comfortable for the milker and with any sperm destined to land on the milkee's belly. Or in Carl's case -- as I have witnessed before -- on his chest or even his face.' The room tittered at the idea of Carl hitting himself in the mouth with his own sperm.

'But if you were going to be collecting the sperm, as we are today, there is a much better position to have your subject in. But let's not jump ahead of ourselves. Now, I would advise you to use a little lubrication to get things going but if you wanted to use your mouth at any stage, then obviously you don't want the taste of chemical substances. One way around that is to use a natural lubricant like coconut oil or, with a young man like Carl, who has prolific precum production, is to...' And he lifted up Carl's penis so it appeared in great detail on the screen behind, 'squeeze a little out and use that as lubrication. It's what nature designed precum for after all.'

With that she squeezed Carl's still hard penis and the whole room saw in huge detail a jewel of precum leak out onto Mrs. Johnson's fingers. 'There...' And she began to massage it into the head of Carl's penis, making Carl jolt. Mrs. Johnson collected a little more, rubbed it in, a little more... until the whole of Carl's penis, from the balls, which were moving with a rhythm of their own, to the tip was glistening with precum. 'Now doesn't that look lovely!' said Mrs. Johnson, to the nodding approval of everyone in the room and the particular pride of Doreen.

'Let me just point out this ridge here on the underside of the penis,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'It's called the corpus spongiosum but don't worry about taking notes as I have detailed illustrated factsheets for everyone at the end of the session. Just pay attention to what you're seeing.' She looked out and could see gazes switching between the screen and the real Carl spread out for their viewing pleasure on the table.

'If you press this very lightly, you'll see that, even though Carl's penis is very hard right now, that part is soft to the touch. It's where the sperm will travel to the end of the penis for release. Also, I'd like you to keep an eye on this underneath bit, the perineum, and the anus, both of which have been beautifully shaved -- thank you Doreen - for better visibility. You'll notice at the moment of ejaculation the anus will start clenching, which is in fact the body pumping the semen along the corpus spongiosum. But let's not get too technical. We're here to learn how to milk a young man so we should get on with it. So, Carl, I'm going to need you to flip over for me and go up on all fours. You can use the pillow to lean on with your elbows.'

Carl was so hypnotised by the feel of Mrs. Johnson's touch that he had stopped listening. 'Carl, did you hear me?' There was a titter in the room. 'Sorry, Mrs. Johnson. What did you say?'

'Please pay attention,' said Mrs. Johnson, a little sternly. 'I said that I need you to go onto all fours and use the pillow to rest your elbows on.'

Carl did as he was told, catching sight for the first time of the huge screen, which, now that he had his elbows resting on the pillow, he could see was showing an in-detail view of his balls, his anus, his underneath and, now that Mrs. Johnson had reached between his arms and his legs and pushed it down from against his stomach, the whole underside of his throbbing penis.

'Now can everyone see clearly?' There was a little hum of affirmation as Carl buried his face in the pillow, burning with excited embarrassment at the idea that all these women were not only looking at him opened up and already dripping copious amounts of precum but were looking at him in close-up detail. He could actually feel the blood pumping through his ears with shame and somehow pride at the same time.

'So, what you don't want to do is this...' said Mrs. Johnson, grabbing Carl's penis tight and yanking it backwards and forwards super-quickly, which made Carl flinch and almost pull away. 'And you see why. What you need to do is establish a smooth, even stroke that starts at the base of the penis and extends all the way to the top. If you continue the stroke over the head of the penis...' She did this. Again, Carl flinched. '...You'll find it might actually be a little much to bear for your milkee. You can do it and you should but limit yourself to once every few strokes and go gently over the head like this...'

She took her hand, still sticky and slick with Carl's own precum, slowly over the head picking up more precum as he went. Carl let out an involuntary moan that was deep and full of pleasure. 'I think we hit the spot,' smiled Mrs. Johnson. 'Now, who would like to come and give it a try...?'

From his position on all fours, Carl couldn't see how many hands had gone up but from Mrs. Johnson's reaction, it seemed like it had been a lot.

'No, you ladies have had a turn. No, you've already tasted his precum. Erm, how about the two women in the fourth row, in suits?'

Within seconds, Carl could hear the sound of high-heeled shoes approaching the stage and then coming up onto it, then he could see the skirt of a blue suit on his left and the skirt of a light grey one on the right. He took a peek to see who it was so eager to get their hands on his young cock. The blue suit was a woman in her 50s, dyed blonde hair. The woman in the grey was younger, maybe 30s, tanned, athletic-looking with her black hair pulled back in a ponytail. Not that it mattered: Carl's cock was there for whoever Mrs. Johnson chose to touch it, a thought that actually made that cock twitch and leak another blob of precum onto the table.

'And your names are...?' asked Mrs. Johnson, though why this was relevant wasn't clear. 'Jo,' said the older woman in blue. 'And Jasmine,' said the woman in grey. 'And have you ever milked a young man before?' asked Mrs. Johnson. Neither had, though it wasn't clear whether they meant they'd never wanked a guy or whether they'd never done a technical milking like this.

'Well, Jo, let's start with you. You saw how I was using Carl's own precum to lubricate the process. Begin by taking the shaft in your hand and squeezing up to release more precum so we can get going.' Carl could sense a slight hesitation in Jo. Was it because she'd never touched a young man's penis recently? Then he felt the contact of the soft hand, squeezing lightly at first, then more firmly.

'And if you look up, you can see your hand on Carl's penis on the big screen,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'So move it up towards the tip and... there! There's your precum.'

Jo ran her finger over the tip of Carl's penis collecting the precum, then spreading it down the shaft of his penis, right the way down to his balls. She repeated the movement three times until Carl's penis was coated while Mrs. Johnson gave encouragement: 'Very good. You're getting a good amount of precum. That's right. Don't worry if you get some on his balls... And... Jasmine, was it? Jasmine, why don't you put your hand on the small of Carl's back and push gently down? If we can get him to arch more, then we'll be able to see his anus... And remember, when we finally milk the sperm out of him, we'll want to see that anus clenching as he pumps that sperm for us to enjoy.'

Carl felt a firm hand on the small of his back and obediently arched so that his bottom was sticking out even further, his anus even more visible on the big screen above his head. 'And if Jo will let you...' continued Mrs. Johnson, 'steal a little of Carl's precum and apply it to his anus. I think if we can get it to shine a little, we'll be able to see the clenching even clearer.'

With Jo's hand still firmly on his penis, Carl felt Jasmine's finger come to the tip of his penis to harvest some precum. A second later, he felt the finger on his pink shaved hole, circling the sticky precum around it. 'I don't know if anyone noticed,' Mrs. Johnson said to the room, 'but Carl's anus actually reacted to Jasmine's touch. It was as if his hole was hungry for the finger to go into it. The reason for that is that the experience of orgasm can actually be stronger in a man if there's something in the anus. It's the reason a lot of men use their own fingers or other implements when they are masturbating, to heighten the orgasm. If you wanted to insert your finger, while maintaining that pressure on Carl's back, I'm sure he wouldn't object. Would you Carl?'

'No Miss,' gasped Carl as he felt the finger start to work its way in, not that he actually felt he had any choice in the matter. The shame swept over him as he felt the tip enter his hole, knowing that the entire room was watching this on a huge screen above his head. 'Go further,' said Mrs. Johnson. 'Use more of Carl's plentiful precum if you need but see if you can get your whole finger inside him.'

Carl could hear some excited whispering from the room as everyone watched to see how deep Jasmine could get her finger into his smooth pink hole while Jo continued to stroke his cock, both women dipping into the precum at the end of his cock as they worked. Eventually, Carl could feel the whole finger in there.

'Now, Jasmine, if you keep the tip of your finger facing downwards, towards Carl's feet, you'll feel a slightly textured bit inside. This is the prostate. If you continue to massage that, then we will intensify young Carl's orgasm. But maintain the pressure on his lower back, just to keep that anus fully exposed. In fact, seeing as Carl is squirming a little under Jo's expert stroking -- well done, Jo -- can I get some more volunteers to come and secure Carl a little? OK, you two... I can see how keen you are.'

A moment later, between his legs, Carl could see the faces of Davina and Elaine, the two women who volunteered earlier. They couldn't believe their luck at getting a ringside seat for this intense using of young Carl. Jasmine massaging the anus that seemed to be chewing her finger while Jo was milking so much precum with her expert strokes that Carl started to worry he'd have nothing left to give when it came to the moment of truth.

'Now, let's get this over and done with,' said Mrs. Johnson to the room in general and to his volunteers in particular. 'I'm sure young Carl is keen to resume his normal life.' There was a titter in the room at the idea that Carl could just carry on as usual, going about town as if this whole performance hadn't happened. For years, he would cross people who would shield their mouths as they told their friends, 'That's the one I was telling you about. The guy who got milked.'

And it had been a very intense morning for Carl. His penis had been hard almost the entire time, which meant his testicles were starting to ache. He had been opened up, projected onto a screen, groped, penetrated, tasted... All that was left was for him to give up his sperm while everyone watched and then this ordeal -- an ordeal that he knew would get him hard whenever he replayed it in his mind in the future -- would be over.

'So, Jasmine, if you want to swap over with Jo...' Jasmine withdrew her finger from Carl's hole very gently -- Carl was grateful for that -- and in seconds, having her hand already coated in Carl's precum, Jo's finger started to work its way into the pink little hole, still tight despite the attentions of Jasmine. The next moment, he could feel Jasmine's hand grasp his penis, a little tightly at first, then start to slowly work up and down, from the shaft to the tip, harvesting a little precum for lubrication every few strokes. 'That's right,' said Mrs. Johnson, 'nice and slowly. And Jo, very nice work. Just small circles inside. We can all see how hard young Carl's perineum is and I think we can just see his anus grasping your finger. Lovely.'

From their position between Carl's legs, Davina and Elaine didn't quite know where to focus. On Jasmine's slow strokes of Carl's beautiful penis, which looked hard enough to burst, at the precum that was oozing from the hole that almost looked like lips at the end of his penis, at the balls that were rising and falling, at the rock-hard throbbing perineum, at Jo's finger working that beautiful shaved hole... They caught each other's eye and widened their eyes in a 'can you believe this is happening' look at each other, then Davina caught Carl's eye. Carl had looked down between his legs, just to give his neck a rest, and the look on his face was one of mixed ecstasy at what was being done to his body and embarrassment that so many people were watching -- and enjoying -- it being done.

'Now, if you could go a little faster...' said Mrs. Johnson to Jasmine as she placed a glass between Carl's legs, clearly to collect the sperm that was almost ready to be released. 'That's right: firm and fast, but not too fast. Our two volunteers, if you could hold onto Carl's ankles so he doesn't squirm at the moment of truth and miss our receptacle...' Davina and Elaine held tighter, Carl's beautiful feet so close to their faces it was all they could do to resist licking them.

'Slightly faster still...' said Mrs. Johnson. With Jo still rubbing inside Carl's anus, little moans started to escape from Carl, low moans that could be heard through the whole room. Carl didn't want to moan. Didn't want to let everyone know the pleasure this was causing him. But he had no control over it. The words 'Oh fuck!' kept coming to his lips but he knew Doreen, no doubt following events carefully, would be horrified if she heard those words from him in public. He had once let them slip out while she was milking him and she gave him a sharp swat on the buttocks with the admonition, 'Not in my house, young man!'

With the strokes getting faster, some of them going over the head of Carl's penis, others tightening around the base, Carl started to feel the onset of an intense orgasm. As Mrs. Johnson had predicted, his anus started twitching, pumping almost. 'And if you could gently withdraw your finger from Carl's hole...' said Mrs. Johnson. 'While pleasurable, anal insertion can impede the release of sperm and we're all quite eager to see as much of that as possible.'

As Jo's finger withdrew, Carl felt the sperm rush along his perineum and -- with a 'God! Oh God!' -- spurt out so hard that it knocked the glass over. Davina, focussed on the sperm shooting from Carl's penis, reached through his legs without wasting a second and stood the glass back up, holding it so that the rest of Carl's hard pumps didn't knock it back over and everything he released was captured. And there was a lot of sperm. Each spurt filled the glass a little more, a little more, a little more until it was almost a quarter full.

'And just because Carl has given most of his sperm, don't stop milking him,' Mrs. Johnson instructed Jasmine. 'Make it slow, grip it firmly and milk out those last drops.'

With all of Carl's sperm now safely in the glass, Davina took the glass, smelt it -- sweet, slightly chemical: she longed to taste it - and handed it to Mrs. Johnson. Carl stayed where he was, on all fours, still dripping after his ordeal while Mrs. Johnson held the glass up to the light. 'What a beautiful specimen!' she said to the room. 'I will be keeping some for my research but as young Carl has provided so much, there will be a little left. If anyone would like to examine, smell or even taste some, do come to the stage afterwards and there will be little tasting spoons for you all.'

As she finished this little speech she tapped Carl on the shoulder and asked him to stand up. Carl, exhausted, sat on the edge of the table, his deflating penis right in the face of Davina, who was still crouched on the ground. 'Come around to the front, Carl,' said Mrs. Johnson, meaning Carl was now standing between Davina and Elaine.

'I'd like everyone to show Carl their appreciation for the work he has done here this morning,' said Mrs. Johnson. Carl was about to hide his groin but the voice of Doreen came into his head forbidding the covering of his genitals at any time. As his now soft but still huge penis swung against his shaven emptied balls, still dripping the last remnants of sperm, Carl looked into the room as a round of applause broke out with a couple of whoops. He hung his head in delicious embarrassment.

'And thanks to our volunteers,' said Mrs. Johnson, 'and for you all for coming. I hope there was something to learn for all of you in today's session. And, in case you want to review any of today's programme, leave an email address at the door and I will post you the video of Carl's milking for you to watch again from home.'