Page 41 of Gay Sex Club Collection

“I don’t have anything!”

The lizardman cupped the man’s balls, pulling on them. “Yes, you do. We need to extract it.”

The human shook his head and fought, pulling on his arms and trying to move his legs as Lizardman began to stroke his cock. When he’d stopped struggling and let out a whimpered groan, Lizardman used the blindfold to gag him instead. He tried to protest around the material but Lizardman ignored him.

“Prepare the probe,” he ordered.

The orc grunted and retrieved the fucking machine.

The dildo was black, maybe eight inches long, with a slightly curved head. It was covered in lube, and the orc stood at the human’s exposed ass while the man was struggling and protesting again. I could make out muffled words like “nooo, please no” and “don’t, please don’t.”

But those weren’t his safe words.

Then the orc lined the dildo up and forced it into his ass in one slow push.

The human groaned and shook, his cock now hard as the lizardman pulled on his balls, giving him time to adjust. “You will give us what we need. Your precious seed. It gives us life, and abducting humans is the only way we can get it.”

Well, the script wasn’t gonna win any Oscars either, but still...

Then the lizardman gave him a few long strokes and the human tried to fight it again, muffled protests and groans. But then he started the machine, slow at first, and the human bucked against his restraints, moaning around the mouth gag as the dildo pumped in and out of him.

“Prepare him for milking,” Lizardman ordered, and the orc wheeled over a milking machine.

Very similar to the ones a farmer would attach to a cow’s udder. A long, cylindrical suction piece was fitted over the human’s cock. His eyes went wide and he shook his head, but he was powerless to resist.

The orc gave Lizardman a nod, and Lizardman flipped the switch. The machine whirred and the suction cylinder locked onto the human’s cock, and it began to simulate a sucking, pulling motion.

The human screamed behind the gag, his body flinching and pulling on the restraints. The fucking machine and the milking machine worked him over while the lizardman stroked his back. “This is a fine human,” he said. “We might keep this one as our pet and milk him every day.”

The man groaned and whined as he came the first time. The milking machine hummed and slurped wet sounds as he filled the cylinder.

The orc ran his hands over the human’s back and down over his ass.

“Now?” the orc asked.

“Not yet,” Lizardman replied. “We get what we need, then we can have our turns.”

Jesus.

Yes, this human was going to go through it tonight.

He was going to get every single thing he requested and paid for.

He jerked in his restraints, groaning louder, thrusting, and trying to get free of the milker.

I could only imagine how sensitive he felt right now.

And the way the fucking machine just never stopped. Ramming into him over and over, making the human cry and beg.

So they made it go harder, deeper, staying inside him for a full two seconds before sliding almost all the way out before ramming back into him.

He began to shudder and shake, groan and whine. That line between pain and pleasure was indistinguishable as he began to come again.

Lizardman held the milker and the human cried out as he poured a second load into the cylinder. He was milked of every drop, almost screaming with the force of it. His body was taut, every muscle straining, and he shook as the milker still pumped and the dildo still fucked.

It was not to be turned off.

“Good human,” Lizardman said. He stroked the man’s balls again, making him cry out, trying to pull away, unable to move. Twitching and trembling, his whole body racked with convulsions.

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