It typically takes a male less than two-to-three hours to fall into an irreversible state of insanity under the effects of the Orgasmic Time-Loop Hex, as they're forced to experience a non-stop stream of intense orgasmic pleasure, their brain cells erupting from the strain.
The mage couldn't wait. The boy was entirely tranced, unable to resist as his balls filled with more and more pent-up manslime. With a click of his fingers, the orgasm will begin, launching all of that steaming load out in one long, terrifying, orgasmic stream.
The bell boy kept humping helplessly into the warlock's anus. "UGH, FUCK, c'mon man just let me NUT!"
"Stop talking. You aren't cumming until my prostate is empty. Keep complaining and I'm taking your balls with me when I leave."
The eye-contact is crucial for the vampire. He wants his prey to know that it won't just be one load. It'll be dozens, as many as he needs until he feels full. He'll grab their balls and massage to coax out every last drop of spunk if he has to.
You lay there, trembling, completely unable to move after the hours-long assault on your now-gaped asshole. The demon had been infesting your house for a few weeks now, delighting in spending the nights pushing you past your limits and making you howl into the silence.
He was busting for a piss midway through the road trip - all but begged his dad to pull over at the disused rest stop. When he walked into the stall, he smelled something musky and turned to see the massive throbbing horsecock flinging strings of steaming pre-cum onto the ground.
Every vampire has his type. For him, he's developed a taste for fathers' loads. There's nothing better than some full, hairy, dad balls to drain out on a sweaty summer night, knowing his sons are asleep in the next room while his father experiences back-to-back orgasms.
The rent boy thought it was a standard gig. He was bought for a stag party or something that they'd gangbang him. He was surprised to learn that they weren't interested in his hole, rather, they just wanted to blow over him, again and again and again.
For the mercenary groups of the Outlands, training doesn't end when you go to bed. Most companies provide their soldiers with toys and fake pussies to practice reaping the spoils of their raids on farming villages and peaceful towns.
In your dad's defence, he was hopeless with tech. When he asked you to take a look at his laptop because the 'blinking light' was annoying him, you quickly realised what happened. Now it's just a matter of telling him that the Edgers had footage of every wank he's had over the last few weeks.
The lifeguard found the unconscious man on the beach just after he had started his shift, and let out a frustrated sigh. Since news got out that there's a spirit that wanders the sands, milking any man that it finds with its tight, spectral pussy, his morning shifts have been so much harder.
"Any fun plans for Halloween, bud?" His co-worker asked.
"Nah, I just like to stay in." He kept a neutral face, not revealing the straining erection in his pants at the prospect of walking around the park, masked, in the middle of the night, ready to slide his fuckmeat into any hole he found.
He would never risk telling anyone about the 'relationship' he's formed with the poltergeist that's been haunting his apartment. He'd never cum as hard as when his boyhole is gaped around invisible dick... he's still completely unaware that every p-gasm is draining his sanity and life force...
There's no real need to spend hours interrogating a subject. Just leave him for a few days with a cocksucking demonic construct and by the time you come back he'll be singing like a canary!
He grunted and groaned, oversensitive from the last four orgasms that he pumped into the toy. He didn't know it was cursed, unable to pull out of the slimy cocksleeve as it squeezed down on his cock. All he could do was hope someone found him before he was drained completely dry.
"Pay attention now, students! Notice how I'm amassing magical energy in my wirst and my palm while massaging the man's ring... and if I just push down my thumb I can just... Aha! Now see how the man is uncontrollably ejaculating? I hope you're all taking notes!"
He hasn't had an actual orgasm in weeks. The poltergeist has a particularly nasty habit, waiting for the man to jerk off until he's ready to blow his wad only to grab his wrists as he tilts over the edge and pull them behind his head, forcing him to ruin his orgasm.
Karma always comes back. He had tried to drug the man to have his way with him, not realising that the twink had set some countermeasures of his own. The rune around his asshole prevents the man from pulling out, compelling him to pump and pump and pump until he's unconscious.
The king isn't proud of the sacrifices he sends into the labyrinth to appease his monstrous son, but it's the only way that he can make amends for insulting the gods. It's simply an added punishment that every night in his dreams he hears the orgasmic screams of the victims...
He doesn't feel proud about it, but a man's gotta eat. Ever since he had been turned into a vampire, he had been draining his brothers dry of their spunk and then using his hypnotic magic to remove the memory for their brain, none of them having any idea why their balls ached.
Retirement didn't particularly suit the Edger. He found himself back volunteering in his local milking farm within a few months of retiring, teaching all the new recruits just how easy it is to lobotomise a man through careful denial of his orgasms.
The bell boy kept humping helplessly into the warlock's anus. "UGH, FUCK, c'mon man just let me NUT!"
"Stop talking. You aren't cumming until my prostate is empty. Keep complaining and I'm taking your balls with me when I leave."
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It was just by happenstance that he happened to look down between his legs at the exact moment that the tentacle monster that had followed him out of the water would strike. His eyes blew wide open but he could do nothing to stop as the creature's maw opened and it sprung, closing around his cock.
I'm bored and hungover! Send porn pls!
The small drones fell upon on the town in a matter of minutes, slipping onto men's cocks and immediately beginning to vibrate. No matter what, the men couldn't pull the small rubber rings off their dongs, eventually having to submit their orgasms to the random act of perversion.
Halloween is his favourite night of the year, able to wreak perverse havoc on the people of the city in safe disguise among all the other masked men. No one knows by looking at him how many victims he's left choking on his cum in back-alleys just this night.
The sticky load was the last trace you could find of your father after he went missing on his drive home. Evidently, he stopped by the sleazy truckstop for a quick drainout, but bit off more than he could chew. With the Edger insignia carved on the door, the son isn't hopeful.
