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I mount my prey, pressing my naked body against his while he mewls beneath me, sighing and whimpering in pleasure.

"Shh, just relax," I coo into his ear, suckling his lobe and kissing down his neck as he pulls weakly against the wrist bindings, keeping him tied down to the table.

My penis strokes between his beautiful large, muscular glutes, and I caress his toned muscles in his wide back and broad shoulders, kissing down his trapezius and the middle of his strong back. His thin waist is pinned down as I press against him, his male heat penetrates me and he rests his head on the table, moaning softly and writhes in his pleasure induced agony.

He gasps as he climaxes again and I watch the machine below the table, the tube fills with his semen and collects in a bottle contained at the bottom, almost full with the man's third bottle of seed.

I keep him calm, relaxed and aroused as he whimpers and weakly pulls on the bindings. The ones holding down his ankles keep his thighs spread if anal stimulation is needed, but so far, not yet.

I continue pressing down against his muscular, beautiful body, his flawless skin stretched over his developed muscles. I recall when I took him.

After his football practice I sought a college aged athlete, I needed a young man who was the most virile and has the most potent semen for the milking process. Among his peers he was the strongest. I'd cornered him in the locker room and glamoured him right away. Only to be caught by one of his handsome teammates.

His teammate wasn't difficult to seduce and even let the prey suck his cock as I bit into his throat and drank his delicious, hot blood. After killing his teammate my prey sat there with semen in his mouth and I knew he was something special. He's been locked to the milking machine ever since, coming constantly and filling the bottles with his seed while he whimpers.

Sure enough the machine pings and I mount him again, this time pressing my cock into his ass and penetrate the hunk's body, thrusting as he moans and whimpers, climaxing more and filling the bottle with more precious semen.

After the third bottle is filled I pet the beautiful curve of his heavily muscled back, down and then up to his large glutes.

Releasing him from the bindings I help him turn onto his back.

He lays quietly groaning after two days of being milked. I bring out another machine with multiple needles and tubes. I strap his body down, preventing any movement and slide a needle into his elbow joint, just below the bulge of his powerful biceps. I slide needles into his inner thigh, in his femoral. The last two needles I slide up into his jugular and his carotid artery.

Turning on the machine which hums quietly the tubes fill with the hunk's deep red blood and I move up toward his handsome face, stroking his cheek and his short black hair while his blood is drained.

I pet his face as his breathing grows ragged and he shivers on the table, dying slowly as his blood is pulled out of his veins by the various tubes I planted. The color leaves his body and with a shuddering sigh he dies.

Description
I mount my prey, pressing my naked body against his while he mewls beneath me, sighing and whimpering in pleasure.

"Shh, just relax," I coo into his ear, suckling his lobe and kissing down his neck as he pulls weakly against the wrist bindings, keeping him tied down to the table.

My penis strokes between his beautiful large, muscular glutes, and I caress his toned muscles in his wide back and broad shoulders, kissing down his trapezius and the middle of his strong back. His thin waist is pinned down as I press against him, his male heat penetrates me and he rests his head on the table, moaning softly and writhes in his pleasure induced agony.

He gasps as he climaxes again and I watch the machine below the table, the tube fills with his semen and collects in a bottle contained at the bottom, almost full with the man's third bottle of seed.

I keep him calm, relaxed and aroused as he whimpers and weakly pulls on the bindings. The ones holding down his ankles keep his thighs spread if anal stimulation is needed, but so far, not yet.

I continue pressing down against his muscular, beautiful body, his flawless skin stretched over his developed muscles. I recall when I took him.

After his football practice I sought a college aged athlete, I needed a young man who was the most virile and has the most potent semen for the milking process. Among his peers he was the strongest. I'd cornered him in the locker room and glamoured him right away. Only to be caught by one of his handsome teammates.

His teammate wasn't difficult to seduce and even let the prey suck his cock as I bit into his throat and drank his delicious, hot blood. After killing his teammate my prey sat there with semen in his mouth and I knew he was something special. He's been locked to the milking machine ever since, coming constantly and filling the bottles with his seed while he whimpers.

Sure enough the machine pings and I mount him again, this time pressing my cock into his ass and penetrate the hunk's body, thrusting as he moans and whimpers, climaxing more and filling the bottle with more precious semen.

After the third bottle is filled I pet the beautiful curve of his heavily muscled back, down and then up to his large glutes.

Releasing him from the bindings I help him turn onto his back.

He lays quietly groaning after two days of being milked. I bring out another machine with multiple needles and tubes. I strap his body down, preventing any movement and slide a needle into his elbow joint, just below the bulge of his powerful biceps. I slide needles into his inner thigh, in his femoral. The last two needles I slide up into his jugular and his carotid artery.

Turning on the machine which hums quietly the tubes fill with the hunk's deep red blood and I move up toward his handsome face, stroking his cheek and his short black hair while his blood is drained.

I pet his face as his breathing grows ragged and he shivers on the table, dying slowly as his blood is pulled out of his veins by the various tubes I planted. The color leaves his body and with a shuddering sigh he dies.