18+ Corruption of Champions - AN Onahole

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)
Scratching your head, you wonder how such a goofy contraption can offer the extreme pleasures Giacomo was peddling. Shrugging your shoulders, you disrobe and quickly stir the she-cock for a nice quick fuck. With little difficulty, you push the two cushions aside as you penetrate the toy. It feels very warm, like the warmth of flesh. You push the onahole down on your cock until you bottom out. You feel some sort of soft protrusion in the base of the toy, pressing against the opening of your cock.

You begin gently stroking yourself with the toy. You decide for a nice, leisurely pace over your usual hectic moods. The toy is warm and is very pleasurable. While hardly worthy of the sales pitch made by Giacomo, you feel that it was worth the money. If nothing else, it is different.

Without warning, you feel immense pressure clamp down upon your cock. Shocked, you instinctively try to pull out. Your efforts only succeed in pulling the toy up your shaft for a moment before it crawls back down. Whatever went wrong, your cock is stuck. You feel a pulse from the two cushions inside the onahole. The thing lurches forward on your cock and it is now embedded deeper. Frustrated, you start thumping your trapped pecker against the ground, trying to shake the thing loose, to no avail. The thing lurches down on your cock. You now feel the annoying impression against the head of your cock as you bottom out.

Before you can react, you feel the impression move. It shifts... adjusts. Utterly confused and revolted, you pause to figure out what is going on. You then feel the unmistakable sensation of something prodding at the opening in the head of your dick. The horrid reality crashes down upon you like a falling wall; this “toy” is a living creature!

As the true reality of your plight buffets against your mind, you feel a slender tendril push past your opening and into your urethra! Unaccustomed to this kind of “penetration”, your body convulses and bucks as you try to shake the thing off. You grab the creature and begin to pull it off, only to see needle-like growths come from the holes around the main opening. They push against the base of your pubic mound and you feel the needles prickling against your skin. As you try to pull, the needles react by trying to pierce your skin. When you stop, the needles retract. You come to the realization that you will not get this thing off your dick without tearing yourself apart.

The tendril continues exploring your urethra until it settles inside your prostate. The tendril begins flicking its end around your inner sex as the muscular body begins humping and pumping your cock. Within minutes, the pace of the little creature is frenetic. Scream upon scream thunders from your lungs as the creature plunders your insides. Pain and pleasure become the same sensation as you get the cock-milking of your life.

As you feel your cum build, you feel a sharp suction inside you. The suction immediately triggers your orgasm and your muscles cramp and push to cum. Instead of shooting a load, you feel the sucking of the tendril vacuum up your cum! As it swells to feed, you feel your inner tube match its growth. The uncoordinated sensation of your urethra dilating against your own orgasm forces you to cum again, prompting the creature to suck the cum right out of you again.

The more semen you produce, the harder the accursed thing sucks. Eventually, the pain subsides and only the unholy pleasure of such deep penetration and stimulation remains. THIS is what that crazy merchant was talking about. You have never cum so hard or as much as now. Your mind is polluted with lust and all you want is for this thing to keep milking you and leave you intoxicated with pleasure. The shock of this treatment sends you in and out of consciousness. You wake up only long enough to pump another load down its endless pipe. Each time you wake up to cum, you see the thing get fatter and fatter.

Awake... out... awake, out. The next minutes, hours or whatever, are a blur. You sense the need to cum. You feel your muscles squeeze to force your seed out. You feel the animal, or whatever it is, suck the very life-milk from you. It grows fatter. You want to feel your muscles squeeze again! You want to feel the semen surge again! You want the thing to work your shaft some more! Endless pleasure. Endless orgasm. You faint.

You have no clue how much time has passed. However, you wake up with your sex organs sore from the inside out. There are small dribbles of cum on the ground and you see the thing has swelled up to twice its size. Horrified, you reach to grab the thing to kill it—but stop. After you got over being penetrated, they were THE best orgasms you have ever had.

[second time]
Part of you regretting the purchase, the other half longing for the intensity of pleasure, you reach into the bag to get the creature Giacomo laughingly labels an “all-natural” onahole. Telling yourself that the creature needs to feed and has every right to survive as any other animal, you reluctantly place the beast on your stiff, implacable erection. Springing to life, the animal immediately bears down upon your shaft and clamps itself in place. With a greater adroitness, the creature’s feeding tube breaches your urethra and muscles its way deep into your sex. Undulating its mass and flicking its tentacle, the creature forces your body to make the sexual fluid it needs to survive. Biting your lip and groaning, you can only endure the painful pleasure of your sensitive genitalia being forced to produce. The unique sensation of sex juice building in your body inflames the abomination, forcing it to move faster. Moments later, an orgasmic wave cramps your body into knots as you force semen into the creature. Load after load shoots into the beast and it swells up as it fattens from your lust. Once you are spent, the creature retracts the tendril, prompting one last cumshot from you, and releases your used and mildly abused prick. Collapsing to the ground, you fall asleep before you can recover from the encounter.