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The movement of the tentacles evokes a sensation similar to the way Max had hugged him from behind and squeezed his chest, which makes it all the more horrifying.

―Your b0obs are huge like they're gonna gush out a gallon of milk.

That was Max's comment once in Jeremy's virtual world.

Jeremy remembers how he'd laughed back at the sarcastic remark, but now, as the tentacle squeezes his chest, he can see his nipples beginning to lactate. The whitish fluid around the areola trickles down like sweat, and soon a small waterfall of milk forms in the transparent tubes.

A cold sweat rickles on Jeremy's temple.

"Hngh...haah..."

But regardless of this unrealistic and futile situation, Jeremy continues to feel the excruciating pleasure in his chest. His lower stomach throbs, and the mere squeezing and milking of his breasts send a tickling sensation throughout his body.

"Oh, stop...stop..."

Jeremy mutters into the air, his body shivers. With his arms and legs pinned to the chair, he can do nothing to stop the tentacles from raking his breasts furiously. He can only watch as the monstrosity ravages his body.

"Ugh, ugh... Oh, no...!"

Jeremy doesn't want to believe this. He forces himself to turn his head and look elsewhere, but only finds a bleak landscape inside the cramped glass wall and beyond.

Beyond the glass walls are countless other glass cages. Inside, similar naked men are seated with things strapped to their bodies. They all wear goggle-like devices that cover half of their faces, looking happy. Occasionally, they also make obscene sounds of pain and spurt milk and semen.

"No, no, no...this can't be..."

This must be a bad dream. This whole ridiculous situation is fake. Nawatuwa and his life with Max are the real ones.

"Hngh...! Ah, ah, ah...!"

No, don't.

The middle-aged man thrashes about, tears streaming down his face. His heart is pounding violently, an unpleasant feeling is surging through him, while at the same time, sharp pulses of pleasure spread over both breasts from time to time.

[Beep beep beep]

The growing anxiety in Jeremy despite the continued stimulation causes the machine to go into maintenance mode. The tentacles that have been squeezing his chest reach out beneath him, touching his back and groin. Some of them tickle him, while others press their silicone heads against his skin in an attempt to suck him in.

"Ugh, hnnn...! That, uh, ah...! No...!"

Jeremy throws his head back, breathing hard. He doesn't need to look down to know what is coming next. He tries to struggle against it, only to end up wriggling his hands and feet.

He is disgusted by the tentacles that burrow into his inner thighs and lower hole, nibbling and sucking at his flesh. When Jeremy closes his eyes, it feels like Max's tongue is teasing him, but when he opens them back, it becomes a hellish sight.

The machine is relentless in its probing. Jeremy wonders if there is a heater function in the seat, but then the bulge on the chair begins to slowly rotate. It touches the backs of his testicles, compressing and stimulating his perineum from time to time. As if a hot, wet tongue is darting out and licking the sensitive spot.

"Hngh...!"

As Jeremy shudders and writhes, another jolt of electricity is applied. Jeremy moans. No matter how hard he is, he can't ejaculate because of the tube that is stuck in the tip of his p*nis. Instead, the tube sends an electric current directly to his prostate.

"Hngh...! Ah, ahhhh...! That, haah, haah...!"

Jeremy is twitching like an animal caught in a net, his thighs shaking as his vision flashes white.

Shockwaves of pleasure race throughout his body, causing milk to gush out from his plump, fleshy nipples.

Not stopping. The stimulation continues. With a click, the chair Jeremy is sitting on opens, revealing a long, spiraling silicone dild0. Drenched in aphrodisiac lubricant, it rotates slowly, preparing to invade Jeremy's hole. It even has jagged bumps sprouting from its surface.

"Ah, ah, ah...! Ugh, hnn... Max...! Max, please..."

Jeremy calls out Max's name almost like a man seeking God. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to focus on a fictional character who doesn't exist.

His breasts are being squeezed, his cock is being stimulated by a monstrous mechanical device, and yet it feels just as good as it did with Max. Jeremy cringes at the disparity.

"Max, ugh, ahhhhh...!"

Behind his testicles, which twitch in response to the stimulation, Jeremy can see the fuzzy shaft slowly approaching his hole. The slickly shaped dild0 now presses its head against Jeremy's closed hole and then slides in, deep and hard.

"AUNGH!"

Jeremy gasps, head is thrown backward. The thrusting, the rubbing, the sudden invasion is so much like Max's. He doesn't want to admit it, but at the same, he also keeps being reminded that everything he'd been doing with Max is all this machine's doing.

As the silicon dild0 slides in deeper and deeper, the rough protrusions scrapes against Jeremy's inner walls. He strains against his lower abdomen and orifice to stop the penetration, but instead of being pushed back, the dizzying sensation only increases.

"Stop...stop... Please stop..."

Jeremy mumbles inaudibly and begs. But unfortunately, the machine can only read his brainwaves and heart rate. Sensing the activation of endorphins, it moves relentlessly toward his prostate, a weak spot for milking men.

"AUH...! Ahhh...! Ahhh...! Stop, hhhh...!"

Jeremy cries at the unmerciful device, and sobs and grunts.

The tentacles, too, help to intensify the excruciating pleasure. They are not still. The tentacles are busy as his hole is being pounded. Some of the finer ones press against his testicles and shaft, while others flatten their heads against his chest and even shoot out ultrasound waves. The tentacles, soaked in gel and adhering to the slippery surface of Jeremy's flesh, begin intensively stimulating the mammary glands that have developed beneath the skin.

"Ugh, huufft...ha, ah...ahh...stop...hnn!"

Has he fallen into hell? Is this some form of punishment for being impatient with Max and yelling at him?

Jeremy is becoming increasingly incapable of rational thought. He has no energy left to resist. Then comes a sharp, tingling sensation, like a knot being released. Followed by a steady trickle of milk from both his nipples.

"Hmmm...!"

Just as Jeremy relaxes his sagged body, only a few seconds, another jolt of electricity shoots through his urethral canal, straightening him up again. Causing his lower hole to tighten his grip on the dild0 deep inside, and his mind goes blank as he feels his prostate being crushed from behind.

"Hah... ugh, ugh..."

Jeremy closes his eyes, imagining Max's hand massaging his chest as his thumb gently flicks over his areola, hips move eagerly behind, raining kisses down the nape of Jeremy's neck.

―Jeremy.

"Ahhhhh...!"

No words of I love you. Once Jeremy opens his eyes back, there is no Max but a merciless mass of silicone that wriggles to the edge of his long yet cramped a*s h0le.

"Stop, stop...! Oh, no...!"

There is no use to try pulling away. The silicone dild0 continues to creep up to the entrance of Jeremy's colon, dipping its head in and out, and when it finally penetrates deeper, Jeremy feels a jolt of electricity run through his body.

"NGH!"

His throbbing p*nis is unable to spurt out semen into the damp air. Instead, it is sucked out through the inserted tube. Like what the long transparent tube does for his milk.

The machine keeps the stimulation at a constant level even after it manages to draw out the baseline amount of milk. The tentacles continue to shoot ultrasound waves on Jeremy's breasts, while his prostate is tattered from being stimulated back and forth.

Schulp schulp schulp―

"Haah ah...ahh...oh, haah..."

Jeremy barely breathes, like a dying man. And closing and opening his eyes doesn't change the brutal reality. His bangs cling to his sweaty forehead, and saliva keeps dripping from his open mouth, dampening his chin and beard.

Every now and then, when the stimulus is too much, Jeremy's blue eyes, clouded with shock, would widen and gaze would waver. Then a hot tear would slip from the corner of his eye and slide down his cheek.

Jeremy doesn't know when will this hell is going to stop. He doesn't have any idea how long until he meets today's raw milk quota.




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