He woke up with a pounding headache and the taste of chemicals in his mouth. His arms were stretched above his head, wrists locked in thick padded cuffs. His legs were spread wide and chained to the corners of a cold metal examination table. He was completely naked. The room was bright white, sterile, and smelled of antiseptic and something faintly sweet.
“What the fuck…” he groaned, tugging hard against the restraints.
A heavy metal door hissed open. Two women stepped inside. Both were stunning. The first was tall with sharp cheekbones, icy blue eyes, and platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight bun. She wore a crisp white lab coat that hugged her full breasts and curvy hips. The second was shorter, with dark skin, full lips, and long black hair. Her coat was unbuttoned just enough to show deep cleavage.
“Subject 47 is awake,” the blonde said calmly, checking a tablet. “Vital signs strong. Excellent semen production history.”
“Let me go! This is kidnapping! You can’t do this!” he shouted, panic rising in his voice.
The blonde smiled coldly. “We can and we will. Your sperm has been selected for our premium milking program. You’re going to give us everything we need.”
She snapped on black latex gloves with a loud snap. The darker woman wheeled over a large stainless steel machine on casters. Clear tubes, suction cylinders, and a thick prostate wand gleamed under the lights.
“No… please… I’ll pay you. Just let me go,” he begged, voice cracking.
The blonde wrapped her gloved hand around his soft cock and began slow, firm strokes. Despite his terror, his body responded immediately. Blood rushed to his groin and his cock swelled rapidly in her grip.
“Look at that,” she murmured. “Your cock is already betraying you. So eager to be milked.”
“I don’t want this!” he snarled, trying to twist away. But the restraints held him perfectly still.
She kept stroking, twisting her wrist at the head on every upstroke, squeezing the shaft on every downstroke. Precum began leaking from his slit in thick clear beads. The second woman attached a tight silicone cock ring at the base of his shaft, locking the blood in. His cock became painfully hard, veins bulging, head swollen and purple.
They worked him relentlessly. The blonde stroked his shaft with long, practiced movements while the brunette oiled his balls and rolled them gently between her fingers. Every time he got close, they stopped completely and let his cock twitch and throb uselessly in the air.
“Please… I’m begging you… stop…” he whimpered after the fourth ruined edge.
The blonde leaned over him, her breasts pressing against his chest. “You don’t understand yet. This isn’t about what you want. This is about what your cock can produce for us. And we’re going to take every single drop.”
She activated the machine. A thick transparent suction tube descended over his straining erection and sealed tightly around it. The machine hummed to life. Powerful rhythmic suction began pulling at his cock while internal rollers massaged him up and down.
“Oh fuck… oh god…” he moaned, hips jerking.
The suction was merciless. It felt like a hundred wet mouths sucking him at once. The brunette lubed two fingers and pushed them slowly into his ass, searching for his prostate. When she found it, she began rubbing firm circles directly on the gland.
His eyes rolled back. The combination of the powerful suction on his cock and the direct prostate massage was overwhelming.
“I’m gonna cum… please take it off… I can’t hold it!” he cried.
They ignored him. The machine sucked harder. The brunette pressed deeper on his prostate. His balls tightened and he exploded violently.
Thick, heavy ropes of cum blasted into the clear tube, shooting in powerful jets. The machine kept sucking, milking every spasm out of him. He screamed as the orgasm stretched on far longer than normal, forced by the relentless suction.
But they didn’t stop.
The machine continued its rhythm even after he finished. His cock, now hypersensitive, twitched and jerked inside the tube as they kept milking him through the painful aftershocks.
“Stop! It hurts! Please stop!” he sobbed.
The blonde just smiled. “We’re only getting started, Subject 47. You have at least ten more loads in you today.”
They edged him for nearly an hour with the machine, bringing him right to the edge again and again before backing off. His balls ached. His cock was raw and throbbing. Tears ran down his cheeks.
Finally the blonde removed the suction tube. His cock was dark red, glistening with oil and leftover cum. She gripped it with both gloved hands and began milking him manually with fast, tight strokes focused entirely on the head.
“Time for a hands-on collection,” she said.
The brunette straddled his face, lowering her wet pussy onto his mouth. “Lick me while we drain you,” she ordered.
He had no choice. As he licked her, the blonde pumped his cock with brutal efficiency. Within minutes he was cumming again, shooting another huge load across his own stomach while the brunette ground her pussy against his tongue.
They gave him only ten minutes rest before the machine was back on him. This time they added a thick prostate wand. The wand buzzed deep inside him, vibrating directly against his gland while the suction tube worked his cock again.
He lost count of how many times they forced him to cum. Five. Six. Seven. Each orgasm was harder and more painful than the last. His loads grew thinner, more watery, but they kept milking him anyway.
At one point the brunette climbed onto the table and sank her tight pussy down onto his exhausted cock while the machine’s prostate wand continued vibrating inside him. She rode him slowly, squeezing his shaft with her inner muscles while the blonde kept the suction running on just the head of his cock.
“You’re going to cum inside me whether you want to or not,” she moaned.
He tried to hold back, but the triple stimulation was too much. He came deep inside her, sobbing with exhaustion and unwanted pleasure.
Hours passed. They milked him dry again and again. At the end he was a broken, whimpering mess. His cock was raw and swollen. His balls felt empty and bruised. Cum covered his stomach, chest, and thighs.
The blonde finally switched off the machine and stroked his spent cock gently with her gloved hand.
“Excellent production today,” she said, checking the collection bottles. “Over 40 milliliters of high-quality semen. We’ll see you again tomorrow for your next session.”
“No… please… I can’t do this again…” he whispered hoarsely.
She leaned down and kissed his forehead almost tenderly.
“You don’t have a choice anymore. Your cock belongs to the program now.”
The two women gathered their equipment and left the room, leaving him chained to the table, covered in his own cum, cock still twitching helplessly.
He stared at the bright lights above him, already dreading the next time the door would open.
