âMmm, such a lean piece of meat,â said the man, running his hand along Tomâs chest. He rubbed his nose against the boyâs exposed armpit, sniffing voraciously. âFuck, you smell good, boy.â He pressed his tongue flat against the pit and slurped it out. âUgh, yeah⌠that tasteâŚâ All the while his fingers massaged Tomâs nipples, squeezing ânâ teezing the juicy pink nubs as Tom flinched against his shackles, gritting his teeth and nervously puffing through his nose.
The manâs private sex den was a soundproofed underground bunker isolated from the outside world. Nobody on the street above would suspect that below their feet some pervert was holding Tom Holland captive. Tom had yelled himself hoarse for the first few hours after waking up in a groggy daze, finding himself chained up by his wrists in this scary place. He cried for help when the man stripped him naked, ripping all his clothes off from his shoes and socks to his underwear. He yelled furious protests at his kidnapper as the man shackled a steel bar to his ankles, spreading his legs wide apart. He breathlessly pleaded when the man began molesting him, kissing his body all over, sniffing, licking, groping his most intimate parts. Now all he could do was splutter and whimper anxiously, shaking his head, moaning âno,â and âplease,â and âlet me go,â over and over while wondering what the man was going to do with him next.
âOh shit⌠fuck, no⌠what is that, what are you gonna do to me?â Tom trembled uncontrollably, his eyes fixed with shock upon the Machine as the man set it up.
âMe, nothing. Imma just hook you up and let this little beauty do all the work,â said the man, stuffing a vibrating pellet deep into Tomâs clenched asshole.
Hook him up? âGngh! Naah, faaah⌠oh fuck fuck, take it ouuuut⌠no, pleeease, what do you waaaantâŚ?â Tom quivered as it vibrated inside him and the man set up a pulsating wand under his heavy, dangly balls.
âSuch a virile young stud; perfect milking stock.â The man sucked on Tomâs tits, gently chewing on them one at a time with his tongue lapping at the tips. Tom gasped and frantically pulled against the chains, and his cock grew harder, rising slowly but inexorably, automatically succumbing to the stimulation of the pellet shuddering against his prostate, the wand throbbing against his nut sack, and the tongue tickling his nips.
Milking stock? âUgh, God, no⌠this⌠this isnât real, you canât⌠no, donât put that thing on me! Donât, donât!â Tom struggled and cringed as his semi was inserted into the pump, which started sucking him off to a full erection. But once he was rock hard and bulging, head glistening with sap and balls jiggling, the pump didnât stop sucking. It sucked and jerked him off non-stop in an uninterrupted rhythm, squelching with lube as it bobbed up and down on his tender meat; and the man continued to suckle on his tits and eat out his pits, with the vibrators purring away down below; and Tom groaned and winced, trapped in a sexual haze of fear and confusion, looking down at the pump as it extracted the first big spurt of thick white cum from his slit, sucking it through a tube into a large empty tank underneath the Machine. By the sixth agonising ejaculation it was dawning on Thomas that the pumping wouldnât end any time soon⌠that heâd be forced to keep cumming for God knows how long, and all his loads would be collected in that tank for God knows what depraved purpose⌠almost like⌠no, it was too gross and freaky to contemplate⌠yet in the back of his mind he couldnât help thinking⌠it was almost like he was going to be milked like a cowâŚ
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