18+ Corruption of Champions - Cock milker overuse

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)
The barn looms tall ahead of you as you step into its shadow. You shiver nervously when you step inside. The barn is filled with the earthy smells of earth, wood, and grease. It’s clean for the most part, though the floor is just packed dirt and the stalls look old and well-used. A bank of machinery along the wall thrums and pulses as if it’s a living creature. Hoses and cables run from it in a dozen places, disappearing into the walls. There is even a set of stout wooden doorways along the west wall. That must be where the farm’s intelligent denizens stay. You notice each of the stalls have name-plates on them, and there is even one that says Tishy. It must be for you.

There is a note tacked to the door from Whitney:

I got your machine all rigged up, and even made a few modifications to bring it up to speed with the machinery I use on the bulls. Enjoy your 'milkings', and don’t overdo it – there are certain messes even a farm-girl like me WON’T clean up.

A harness hangs limply in the stall, there to hold the occupant in place while they are drained of every ounce of 'milk'. You exhale slowly and force yourself to step into it. As you puzzle out the straps, it gets easier and easier to get the rest into place. You snap the last one in place, and machinery whirs and pulls them tight, lifting you off the ground and suspending you, facedown. A hatch in the far wall slides open, revealing a mass of tubes, wires, and machinery. A single hose wriggles out from the hole, squirming across the floor. It stops and lifts up, slowly homing in your horny shaft.

The hose’s 'tip' is many times longer than your member, and about thrice as thick. The 'opening' is filled with something wet and pink. It squirms and wriggles, looking very much alive. Where did Whitney get this stuff? It tentatively presses against your meaty prick, sucking wetly as the material inside slurps you down. The feeling is immediate and intense, like being surrounded by hundreds of eager tongues, all writhing together along your length.

You moan with lust, pushed beyond the limits of sensation to a mixture of heaven and hell. Thankfully the harness holds your body still as you writhe inside the straps, utterly restrained but instinctively trying to thrust into the source of your good feelings. The milking devices suck and stroke with feverish intensity, making you bigger and harder than you’ve ever been before. You can practically feel the pre-cum dripping from your urethras, and you can definitely hear it being sucked down the tubes. You feel release building, but the machinery somehow senses it, and backs off, keeping you on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible.

You’re kept on the edge of orgasm for the better part of an hour. Rhythmic contractions squeeze through the flesh-tube wrapped around your manhood, keeping it painfully hard and dribbling, always backing off before you can truly cum. You thrash in your harness wildly, insane with need and nearly frothing at the mouth. The licking tongues never stop, slithering across you in between every wave of mechanized suction that pulls on your member. You babble incoherently, pleasure-drunk, not even noticing a green light on the far side of the wall turning on. One thing you do notice is that the cock-tube isn’t slowing down its ministrations. You’re finally allowed to cum!

An eruption of jism boils out, splattering with loud wet noises into the tube. You can feel the pressure build up, pressing back against your pecker as the machinery fails to keep up with the gushes of white fluid erupting inside it. Your eyes cross from the pleasure and you start drooling all over yourself, not even noticing that you’re about to blast the milker off your member. The machinery grinds as it struggles to keep up, blaring out alarms. You don’t even notice, instead focusing on the feeling of depositing sticky globs inside the milker-tube, pushing it halfway off your long cock.

Hurried footsteps enter the barn, and a pair of firm hands grab onto your bouncing meaty shaft, pulling the milker back against your groin and splattering spunk around the seal from the added pressure. The machine-suction totally cuts off, but you don’t even care. You just keep cumming, pumping the thick white cream down the tubes by the force of your orgasm alone. Eventually your incredible orgasm winds down, and the hands release you, allowing the tube to pop off. It slowly retracts to the wall as your harness is lowered, dropping your exhausted body in a wet heap on the ground. When you regain your senses, your mysterious helper is gone.

There’s a thick trail of your cum along the floor where the hose dragged itself back into the wall, though the machinery has closed back up and is now chugging noisily, clearly doing something. A loud 'ding' chimes and a panel displays 6.931 Ls. 70 gems rollout into a collection plate. Whitney really put a lot of work into this!

You go on your way, whistling happily and feeling like taking a nap.

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You walk over to the barn, eagerly anticipating your session with the 'milker'. Your prick erects and throbs with building desire. It’s as if it knows all too well what’s to come. The doors part easily, and you breeze into your stall in a rush.

You easily attach the harnesses and lift up into position, hearing the machinery activate automatically. The hungry hose wriggles out from the wall, curving up towards your crotch. The hose’s 'tip' is many times longer than your member, and about thrice as thick. The 'opening' is filled with something wet and pink. It squirms and wriggles, looking very much alive. Where did Whitney get this stuff? It tentatively presses against your shaft, sucking wetly as the material inside slurps you down. The feeling is immediate and intense, like being surrounded by hundreds of eager tongues, all writhing together along your length.

You moan with lust, pushed beyond the limits of sensation to a mixture of heaven and hell. Thankfully the harness holds your body still as you writhe inside the straps, utterly restrained but instinctively trying to thrust into the source of your good feelings. The milking devices suck and stroke with feverish intensity, making you bigger and harder than you’ve ever been before. You can practically feel the pre-cum dripping from your urethras, and you can definitely hear it being sucked down the tubes. You feel release building, but the machinery somehow senses it, and backs off, keeping you on the edge of orgasm for as long as possible.

You’re kept on the edge of orgasm for the better part of an hour. Rhythmic contractions squeeze through the flesh-tube wrapped around your manhood, keeping it painfully hard and dribbling, always backing off before you can truly cum. You thrash in your harness wildly, insane with need and nearly frothing at the mouth. The licking tongues never stop, slithering across you in between every wave of mechanized suction that pulls on your member. You babble incoherently, pleasure-drunk, not even noticing a green light on the far side of the wall turning on. One thing you do notice is that the cock-tube isn’t slowing down its ministrations. You’re finally allowed to cum!

The orgasm rolls over you, shutting down your thoughts as your body spasms in its straps, boiling out thick spurts of spunk. Wriggling cilia convulse around you, licking your head as it flares wide, filling with blood and pouring out cum. You moan and scream with delight, babbling happily as you watch your cum wick up the clear tube and into the machinery in the wall. All too soon the pleasure comes to an end; the harness lowers you to the ground and releases you, but the squishy walls of your demon machine lover don’t cease their ministrations on your tender prick.

A loud 'ding' sounds and a clatter of gems drop into the plate as the machine measures your contribution, but it barely registers in the back of your mind as your cock harden again from the unending, expertly-given stimulation of the animate tubes. You try to pull the milker off your meaty cock, but with how tired you are, you can’t break the suction. Every time you get a good grip and start to pull, the suction shoots a shiver of pleasure down your girthy cock and robs you of your focus and muscle control. Practically helpless against the tubes, you feel your cock get harder and harder, leaking out more pre-cum.

As you roll onto your back the machine delivers an encore performance on your swollen cock, down to the very same orgasm denial. Wracked by pleasure but now freed to move, you find yourself trying to thrust aganst the tubes, as best as your feeble grip and exhaustion will allow, in order to try to override the machine’s will and achieve release. Nevertheless, the suction expertly mainpulates your arousal and you can do little except endure it as another oversized batch of cum wells up in your single apple-sized testes. As before, the machine works you on and off for roughly an hour before the wall light once again turns green and the suction on your cock intensifies. Your hips take over as you buck against the machine and push out another torrent of jism. The orgasm winds down but still the suction and the massage do not.

Another 'ding' and another clatter of gems reaches your ears as your second deposit is massed, but your attention is drawn to the new tubes snaking out of the wall toward you. Spent as you are, you can only manage a token resistance as one of them inserts a rod-like end into your mouth and begins trickling salty fluids down your throat. Another tube, likewise capped with a thick, firm end instead of a suction cup, reaches your virgin, moist fuck-hole and pushes inside, secreting more of the fluid. Your hymen is torn, robbing you of your virginity. Your cooter is now a little loose.  Your prick becomes enormously hard again in a matter of seconds as you absorb the secretions. You quickly deduce what it is you’re tasting; the demon-designed tubing is feeding your own semen back into you, laced with some kind of chemical!

Under the effects of this new drug, your broad cock inflates, engorging with blood until it’s much larger than usual and your sack stretches as your solitary apple-sized balls nearly double in size. Another orgasm passes, this time unhindered as the machine does not slow its efforts in the slightest. More than twice the previous quantity of semen shoots out of your cock, thanks assuredly to the drug and the new volume of your monstrous testicles. Your cunt spasms around its invader, milking the pseudo-cock and drawing the tainted semen it emits even deeper into your womb. Your milk sprays out of your nipples as suction begins to whisk it away. A minute after your release, the flow in the other direction intensifies, pouring more fluid into you than before. Another chorus sounds from the counter and you hear some gems tinkling as they roll off the plate and onto the ground.

For several hours this continues, your girthy shaft swelling to nearly twice its previous size and your orgasms coming one after another without a break as you pump your hips, knowing or caring about nothing except getting off on your machine lover and being fed in turn. Your load each time is increased rather than decreased, with the cups growing multiple fleshy overflow valves and working overtime to vent the excess pressure every time you ejaculate. It is at this point Whitney walks in.

“What the FUCK!” the rancher says, her eyes bugging out at the spectacle of you tied to the machine with demonic tubing and the sheer volume of semen you’ve left in thick ropes all over her barn. You barely take notice of her as another explosive orgasm goes off, your enormously swollen penis pushing massive loads of semen down the tubes and out of the release valves in a firework pattern. Whitney shrinks back as some of the spooge squirts across the barn and comes to a stop less than a foot from her. The canine woman screams volubly enough to wake the entire farm. “Dammit, Tishy; just... DAMMIT!” You spare her not even a thought as you anticipate your next injection of the tainted chemicals and work up another batch of jizz.