Ugh..."
After blacking out for a moment, Jeremy finally opens his eyes. Inside the glass cage, his sense of time is unclear. He can't tell whether it is still the same day or it has already been the day after. All he can do is sit in the cramped chair, nervous that the machine might move at any moment.
"..."
This glass cage of a device that confines humans must be a great piece of technology. Because while time has passed and Jeremy sits in the same position, his body doesn't feel cramped. Neither does his leg feel sore. Although, still, the ergonomic restraints aren't exactly relaxing for his mind. Sitting here doing nothing is torture.
"Ahhh...ngh..."
Men's groans echo in the distance. Jeremy hangs his head low, like a man faced with devastation. Not wanting to look at the naked bodies being molested across from him.
―Save me...Jeremy.
―Call the doctor, please.
A flash of vision pops into his head. His stomach churns. The overlapping groans bring back memories of a past Jeremy has buried far beyond. He wants to turn a deaf ear, but what can a bound man do? He can only sit with his legs spread wide, looking nasty.
"..."
Jeremy keeps his head down. He sees two puffy nipples that still hold their convex shape inside the milking tubes―foggy from the heat and moisture radiating from his breasts.
Jeremy feels humiliated. Too hard to accept the fact that he is actually nothing more than a human being in a glass cage, used as a milking cow.
"Ungh..."
Jeremy fights back the tears that are about to come. Alas, he cannot. He starts to sniffle and chokes on his sobs. There is no one to lean on and soothe his cries now. He is alone in this tiny cylindrical glass cage.
Then, for some reason, Jeremy feels unwell. At first, he wonders if it is because he'd been sitting all day, but no. It is something else...
His lower abdomen strangely feels ticklish and empty. His a*s hole is getting tighter and tighter, and a titillating sensation creeps up on him.
"Ngh...what, is this..."
Jeremy fights the urges rising from his lower body by thinking of something else. Like the stunning sunset over Nawatuwa Island or...
It doesn't take long. The tingling sensation instead intensifies like something is stirring inside and about to wake up.
The helpless middle-aged man squints downward. He can't quite pinpoint where the discomfort is coming from. It isn't hunger; it's a deeper, more fundamental craving, almost like thirst.
"Hnn, ugh..."
Unable to resist the urge, Jeremy bites his lip and bucks his hips. His body heats up. If he can...if he can...he wants to slip a finger into that tiny hole between his spread legs right now.
"Oh...shit, no, no, no...!"
I―what the hell did I just think?
Jeremy shakes his head in anger, though it's no use denying it. Once the fire is lit, it's not easily extinguished. His horny body is desperate for something to fill it.
"Hnn...ungh..."
This itchy feeling is unbearable. So realizing the existence of the horrible rollers on the chair, Jeremy comes up with an idea. Those things can welcome relief for the moment.
Jeremy swallows hard as he starts to rub the cylindrical roller against his hole. Of course, he can't get it in, can't even stretch his hole with it, but he is beyond desperate.
"Ugh...nnh...ahhh...!"
He knows it isn't right, but Jeremy can't stop himself. So unbearable the tip of his untouched (and plucked with urethra tube), erect p*nis is already slick with semen.
"Ah...please..."
Jeremy lets out a small sob. The heat is already settled into the pit of his stomach. His pen*s is burning. He is willing to give everything to be able to move his body.
[Beep beep beep]
Probably sensing Jeremy's need, the device is beeping. Again, tentacles extend from the back of the chair, and the bottom creaks open to reveal a dild0.
"Mnh...nghhh...huff..."
The moment the tip of the silicone dild0 touches Jeremy's moistened hole, an unexplained sense of anticipation washes over his body.
The curved dild0 starts to stretch open the throbbing hole. And then, it slides in smoothly, like a slick coat of oil.
"Ah, haah, hah..."
It is a disgusting device yet Jeremy is feeling it with great excitement. His thighs tremble. The dild0 crawls slowly inside, then suddenly thrusts upward, roughly. Jeremy arches his back and lets out a sweet moan.
"AUNGH!"
The sensation is beyond ecstatic. The thick thing pushes against his inner lining and prostate, crushing him. The head-banging sensation is as horrifying as it is satisfying.
"Huff...haah...ah haah..."
Jeremy's heart beats fast. The moment the machine starts its piston movement, he realizes: the thirsty feeling is no other than lust.
The hard, thick dild0 disappears into Jeremy's body in an instant. His bouncy ass jerks. So do his huge plump breasts.
"No, ahn...! Hmmm...!"
Jeremy shakes his head and tries to deny the pleasure. It's miserable to realize that it is not Max who gives him this ecstasy.
Schlup schlup―
"Argh...! Guhk, ha...! Mnhhh...!"
Beads of sweat and semen splash with each hard thrust. Tears and saliva start to make a mess on Jeremy's face. His cheeks and beard and mouth are drenched.
"Hnghhh...! Nhhh...!"
Through the blurry vision, Jeremy can see white milk dribbling out of his bouncy breasts.
"Ugh... ha, ah..."
Tingles. When electrical stimulation jolts his nipples and prostate, Jeremy comes to a realization. Under his breath, unable to make any sounds, he thinks this is too long to be a nightmare. No matter how hard he tries to wake up, he can't. Now he has to admit that Jeremy Rogers of Nawatuwa is a fake.
"Ha... ugh... ah...."
I...I...
Was I actually built to like these stimuli in the first place?
NOTE:
I think the shape of the chair is like: roller, empty spot, roller, empty spot, roller, empty spot, so on until it forms a seat of a chair. The empty spot is a way for the dildo to enter Jeremy's hole.
Lmao, dunno how to describe it. The author's description is a bit jumpy.