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Flushing The System
"You know there is nothing more important to me than your health and well being, my precious pet," she says, soft and soothing, running her hand through his hair.
"Now get up on the table."
He hesitates, giving her one last pleading look but it's no use. She's already bought the device and she isn't the sort of woman to let that kind of money go to waste. Groaning, he clambers up onto the padded leather and adopts a sphinx-like pose on his elbows and knees.
She moves with practiced efficiency, tugging the leather straps tightly around his wrists, the crook of his elbows, just behind his knees, and lastly his ankles. After the final one is buckled fast, she steps back and takes a moment to savor the sight of her slave, his naked, trembling body thoroughly bound.
He hears the squeak and the snap as she pulls on a pair of latex gloves. She rips open a condom wrapper with her teeth and carefully unrolls it as she returns to her boy's side.
Reaching underneath his hips, she takes the plastic tube in her hand, relishing the muted gasp that escapes his lips, the wild shudder that courses throughout his powerful frame. She puts the condom on just far enough to cover the drainage slot at the end, but allows the rest to dangle freely. Since her hands are already there, she can't resist a quick grope of his testicles, trapped between a pair of plastic rings.
"Poor thing," she coos, giving them a possessive little squeeze. He moans. "They feel so full! Yes, I think you're going to feel much better when this is all over."
He releases him and he hangs his head, shaking it feebly. She walks over to the rolling surgical tray and picks up the probe and a tube of lubricant. His bound position already spreads his legs for her. She can see the muscles in the backs of his thighs twitch, and she imagines they'll likely start to cramp painfully soon. Setting the probe and its control aside, careful not to tangle the wires, she smears a dollop of lube on her fingertip, and gently inserts it inside him.
"You're too tense," she chides, wriggling her finger. He grunts, choking back a reply that would likely get him punished. She finds his prostate and he grunts again, but in a softer, far more vulnerable way.
She pulls her hand out and picks up the probe. Even though he's taken much bigger, he still sucks in his breath through his teeth, shutting his eyes tightly as she works the probe's curved shaft along the same path her finger just took.
"Let me know," she says. A moment later he makes a noise and she stops. She retrieves the control.
He waits, a shiny sheen of sweat breaking out across his trembling body. He breathes loudly through his nose, anxious, shuddering breaths.
"GHN!"
His body rocks from side to side, arms and legs bulging in a fruitless attempt to tear free of his bonds. It ends as quickly as it begins. His head drops heavily and his back shakes as he pants hard.
Curious, she leans over and peeks underneath him. The tip of the condom is now swinging freely like a pendulum, full of his milky white seed.
"Did you like that?" she asks.
"No!" he groans.
"Good."
He cries out again. She holds her awkward position to watch as the semen gushes through the clear plastic tube, flooding the remainder of the condom.
"My goodness," she whispers. "It has been a while, hasn't it?" A throaty moan is the only answer she receives. She puts the control down and carefully pries the swollen condom free. She holds it by the end and spins it, letting it twist close like a water balloon and ties it off, setting it down on the tray, next to her newest dildo, the one with the internal fluid repository.
She has to go fetch another rubber, but soon she is ready again. This time he actually throws his head back and screams. A quick check reveals that he's only barely filled the reservoir tip.
"I think we're almost done," she says, her voice cheery. "Just two more, I think."
"No," he croaks, his face wreathed in a tangle of sweat-sodden hair.
"You have no choice," she says and stimulates him for the fourth time. He shrieks.
The condom does not seem to have been appreciably added to.
"Puh..uh..ah…please, please no more," he whimpers. "It hurts!"
"Yes," she says idly. "I hear that it does. One more."
"Nooooo!"
"Yes."
His last cry of pain is a strangled, gurgling noise, hoarse and raw.
"That seems to have cleaned you out rather nicely," she says, withdrawing the probe at last. "Yes, I'm quite pleased with this."
She peels off her gloves and gently begins to massage the hot, damp flesh at the back of his neck.
"It's almost a shame we won't need it again for another three months!"
He sobs.
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