"..."
Hiding in the corner, Jeremy put his mouth to a bottle of water he had stolen from somewhere and quenches his thirst. Luckily, monsters seem to enjoy the act of eating and drinking as much as humans, and it isn't hard to find water and leftover bread in the trash cans.
Jeremy had climbed the stairs to the top, but nothing really different here. Many types of machinery are still unrecognizable to him, and the bulls are seen walking around in the distance. Since they are blind, Jeremy would hold his breath and stay still each time some are getting closer.
"..."
So far, he has been very lucky to avoid those monsters, but Jeremy is getting tired. He is tired of running around barefoot on the hard ground, and is mentally exhausted from being on edge all the time. Deciding that it will be best to sit down and rest for a while, the middle-aged man put his empty water bottle back in the trash can and hides behind a large pillar.
The huge pillars here and the complexity of the structure somehow remind Jeremy of a temple as well as a maze. Either way, it seems self-evident that it will be a difficult place to escape.
Jeremy let out a low sigh.
I wonder if I can get some sleep here.
So, bows to the fatigue, he closes his eyes.
"...Ugh."
However, less than ten seconds later, he shoots his eyes back. The cold ground touching his a*s is not helping. The burning, tickling sensation hits him again. Not only in his hole but also on his chest.
"Nh...why..."
What the hell is he going on with me?
It's supposed to be almost time for the usual milking, so Jeremy's body is demanding it. So demanding he can't help but carefully cups his big breasts despite it doesn't make any sense to do this in such a situation.
"Ugh..."
A dull ache shoots through his chest. When he was in the glass cage, he'd had a constant stream of s*xual stimulation all over his body and didn't have time to focus on the pain. So now, with no massage to soothe him, no intermittent electrical stimulation, all his attention becomes focused on his chest. Jeremy panics at the unfamiliarity of the harsh, aching sensation in his chest.
"Ahhh...mmmn... Come on come on..."
His mind is racing. He feels like he is about to be stamped by a raging bull. After a few minutes of rubbing, the sensation still won't subside, so being impatient, the middle-aged man grabs his left breast too, and starts squeezing them together. He can already see milk at the tip of his nipples.
"Ah...ugh, ugh..."
Jeremy's hands become more impatient with each squeeze. The more he does, the more the tingling, exhilarating sensation grows. But somehow he can't seem to get the milk out. Jeremy bites his lip, trying to calm the uncomfortable sensation.
"Hmnh...ungh..."
It is frustrating. His body is begging to be touched, but there is no one to help. Jeremy sucks in a ragged breath and slides his fingers to his nipples.
It is so embarrassing to squeeze out his own breasts and try to milk them, but the thought of only gently rubbing the already hard and erect nipples is even worse. Even squeezing doesn't seem to work. Sometimes the milk will drip if his hands are taking a break, other times they will clump together tightly inside, making Jeremy gag.
"Ugh..."
Jeremy slows his messages and pinches one nipple with his fingers.
"Heugh...heuk..."
It's leaking a little.
Jeremy remembers the stiff, tingling sensation when that certain device in the glass cage sucks out his milk. He feels like if he doesn't express his milk now, the pain will remain for the rest of his life. It is indeed humiliating, but is better than having to struggle with the sensation. Jeremy twists his nipple a little more aggressively.
"Ouch...!"
And then, with a jolt like a needle piercing flesh, a cloudy stream of milk spurts out. Jeremy blushes bright red at the sight. The milk is splattering on the floor, but Jeremy still keeps his fingers intact.
The tingling sensation is accompanied by a subtle pleasure. Slowly becoming intimidated by the sensation, Jeremy finds himself reaching for the other nipple to increase the weird pleasure.
"Hmn...ah..."
He shouldn't have made a sound, but he doesn't have enough hands to cover his mouth. He can only bite his lower lip sensually.
"Ugh...ugh..."
Jeremy's dark eyebrows arch. Beads of sweat begin to form on his forehead and the bridge of his nose. And before he knows it, his overheated body is soaking up the cold wall and floor around him while his stiffening pen*s pokes his lower abdomen.
"Ssfh..."
Jeremy slurps the saliva accumulated between his teeth, stifling a grunt of pain as he keeps fondling his breasts roughly. Come on come on come on... Why is it only dripping? The fondle only makes him feel hotter.
"Ha, uh... please, ah..."
He doesn't even know who he is pleading with. Jeremy squeezes his breasts harder and harder in agony. The long, swollen nipples twitch as he pulls them while the heavy pecs rise and fall. Jeremy doesn't have any slightest idea why is it so hard to squeeze his bulging breasts.
"Ah… uh, uh…"
So, unable to stand the heat any longer, the middle-aged man grunts and drops himself onto the floor. He needs to rub his nipples against it. He doesn't care even if his swollen chest is crushed by the cold floor, or that the leaking milk stains it. By the time he realizes that he may be caught, the promiscuous sensations have already consumed his reason.
The excitement that has subsided after being inspected is finally back, spreading throughout his body.
"Ugh, uhhhh... haa... Unghno..."
The big man grinds his upper body against the floor, his butts sticking out in the air. Clear juice oozes from the twitching hole. It dampens his perineum and trickles downward, dangling on the tip of his erect pen*s before dripping to the floor.
His chest is one thing, but the need to f*ck his hole is driving Jeremy crazy. He can't resist, so he shoves three fingers at once into the throbbing hole. He swears it isn't really pleasant but he is in too much of a hurry to care. He wants to soothe his deep inside, no, he wants to feel his hot fluids inside if he can.
No no no no...
What a thought. Jeremy resists the urge to bite his tongue and starts probing his hole further. But even as he instinctively bucks his hips to be invaded deeper, he can't get it where he wants it.
"Aaahhh... ha, aaahhh... please, ah..."
Beyond desperate, Jeremy then removes his other free hand from the breasts and grabs his pen*s. But seems like it is impossible to ejaculate without a good jerk. His body has been developed by machines over the years―getting himself f*cked in his a*s hole, ejaculating, enjoying being impregnated. His life in virtual reality was like a well-crafted script, set up to be milked. Now it doesn't want to be without it.
Jeremy grunts in agony and thrusts his hand in and out of his buttocks hard, somewhat crudely.
"Unn, ngh...haah..."
The heat is unrelenting and painful. Tears begin to pool in the corners of Jeremy's eyes as he lay face down on the floor. His sweaty body gleams in the dim light.
The way Jeremy's fingers dart in and out leaves his a*s hole gaping wide. If anyone were to peek behind the pillar, they would certainly find themselves face-to-face with the hole devouring some fingers.
Jeremy wants to stop fearing being found out, but it is too late. Just one more time. If he pushes his finger in just a little deeper, he may be able to reach it. However, no matter how deep he pushes his middle finger in, he can't reach that certain spot. It only keeps twitching and spewing out clear fluid as if wanting to be seeded.
No, not here, not now. Please, please...
Jeremy sobs. He is frustrated. He feels sorry for himself for masturbating behind a huge pillar instead of running away. He is insane. His vision blurs with throbbing pain, but the burning sensation keeps increasing refuses to subside. It becomes a lot more unbearable.
"Guh..."
Weakened, Jeremy's raised hips finally fall to the ground. He has let out a lot of s*men but his hard erection still won't go away. So on the cold floor, he crosses his thighs, rubbing and stimulating his pen*s in vain, but nothing. So does the back hole. It just twitching non-stop.
Jeremy sobs hard. His eyes are wet with tears.
He wriggles on the floor, but then suddenly realizes he has let out loud sounds. Hurriedly, he clamps his hands over his mouth.
Even the cool air on his damp skin feels irritating. The identification barcode on his lower belly has long since been covered in s*men and sweat. The area around the back hole is also smeared with clear juice, making it look like a ripe fruit ready to be picked.
The sight of this helpless man's plump buttocks is enough to make anyone feel the urge to slap them. He is a slave to pleasure.
Asterios's prediction was spot on. It is unimaginably painful for a production animal to escape the facility.
Jeremy Rogers squirms, regretting his escape.