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Forced semen extraction on the bondage rack

Hot computer tech Darron Bluu is stretched face-up on a rack. Barely able to move for hours, his lean body aches. Hatler Gurius, who lured Darron into his lair with a promise of work, cranks the rack even tighter than flogs his new slave’s chest and stomach. “Don’t worry, I can be nice,” the tattooed man sneers, stroking Darron’s cock until the captive is rock hard. Then the real fun begins: He screams when his cock erupts with cum.

Forced semen extraction on the bondage rack

 

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Title: Darron Bluu & Hatler Gurius: The Taken Technician – Chapter 5

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Forced semen extraction on the bondage rack

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Human Cattle – Part 10

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By Pickle

The fluid that was being pumped into my mask by the aliens who had captured me continued to surge down my throat and into my lungs. Remarkably, it became a pleasant warming sensation.  Actually comforting.  In my brain I knew I should be drowning but this “therapy” seemed to be improving my breath capacity and feeling of general well-being.

The alien let me know my lungs and throat were being renewed and changed in such a way that would enable me to survive another little adventure they had in store for me.  The fluid continued to surge into the mask, and now throughout my entire system in a non-stop ebb and flow.  Time meant nothing anymore.  I had no idea how long they kept this up.  I no longer cared though, since it had the sensation of being massaged from the inside out.  I was completely relaxed and was feeling totally euphoric.  I no longer gave a flyin’ fuck that my control was no longer my own.

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Human Cattle – Part 01

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By Pickle

I live in farm country and my nearest neighbour and best bud, Steve, is a fella who rents my seaside cottage.  The small building, not much more than a shack really, is situated on a cliff overlooking about a thousand metres of a beautiful, private, white sand beach.

The beach has come to be known as “Pickle’s Cove” by the other locals who all know me by my nickname.  A cowpath leads from my farmyard down through fields that go all the way to the cliff.  It’s a good one kilometre walk down to the cottage, and I always enjoy the stroll.  Meadow grasses and wildflowers grow at the edge of the fields on either side of the lane, and during the day there are all kinds of insects buzzing, flying from flower to flower.  The combined smell of honey and vanilla from the clover, the scent of the salt air, and the feel of the sun beating down on me on the stroll is always wonderfully good for my soul.

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