{
  "description": "**MMILK**\r\n\r\nAs darkness faded into vision, a glimpse of clarity returned to him. He opened his eyes to find himself tied to a mounting stand. On the side of it he could see the logo \"MMILK\".\r\n\r\nHow long had he been there? He couldn't remember. The passage of time had completely left his mind.\r\n\r\nHe looked around wearily. All he could make out were the vague silhouettes of similar contraptions to the one he was currently on. Simultaneous moans from all around him made his mind a little blurry. He shook his head. Droplets of sweat fell onto some sort of apparatus under him.\r\n\r\nBound to it with several leather straps, his movement was restricted. He was pressed against the warm, self-heating body of The Machine. His hard cock was trapped deep inside of it.\r\n\r\nHe could feel soft, lubricated rubber enveloping the shaft of his cock. Subtle vibrations kept his pulsating penis erect. He was on edge. His balls, heavy and covered in sweat, were full and begging for a release. Ah, if only he could move it a little! Just one push past the point of no return.\r\n\r\nHe tried to move. No luck, the straps were too tight.\r\n\r\nHe sighed - The Machine, heartless as it was, would not let him cum until the algorithm dictated it.\r\n\r\nSuddenly, he felt action. He couldn't see it, but he heard the hum of work behind him. Something wet pressed against his butthole. Before he fully realised it, he felt a dildo penetrating him. His muscles flexed against the tight restraints. The Machine hit his prostate. He moaned, as a sharp wave of pleasure spread throughout his body. The dildo withdrew slowly before hitting his prostate again.\r\n\r\nHe knew The Machine was watching his behaviour carefully. It would not let him cum. Not now.\r\n\r\nWith slow, calculated movements of the dildo, he drowned in waves of pleasure. His brain melted and what little clarity he had left, fizzled into nothingness.\r\n\r\nThe edging continued. Back and forth, the dildo moved up and down inside of his ass, milking his prostate. His body was completely at the mercy of The Machine. It could only let him moan. So he moaned.\r\n\r\nHe experienced a surreal feeling of pulsation in his chest. It was as if the mount had its own heartbeat. It was alive. Tied together, they were souls bound in the darkness of the void. In response to his thoughts, The Machine tightened the rubber against the shaft of his cock. Its hole begged to push his member deeper and release all tension from his heavy balls. If only he could! The restraints held them close together, but wouldn't let them move an inch in any direction. His desperate moans grew louder. The Machine whispered to him with its monotonous hum in response... no... this couldn’t be real. What if he’d just dreamt it all up, losing his mind in the heat of his body.\r\n\r\nSuddenly, one of the straps snapped off of his back, giving his body a little freedom. Instinctively, he moved his pelvis against the machine, pushing his erection a little deeper. Even this small movement was enough to bring him to orgasm. Finally the long awaited release! He panted and screamed from unimaginable pleasure. His throbbing cock began to fill The Machine with his thick precious seed. The smell of hot cum filled the air around him.\r\n\r\nHe lowered his head. With satisfaction on his face, he fell asleep.\r\n\r\nThe defeated machine began to carefully pump his cock, trying to salvage as much of the precious material as it could. Flashing lights and dejected beeps echoed in the dark as The Machine waited to be restored to continue its program…"
}