‘Good morning’ says the screen in front of me as I wake up. I can't move and have a strange feeling in various parts of my body. There are lots of other foggy young men next to me. Some of them are being milked with a device over their penis.

With a click, the probe is retracted and a soft voice says, "He seems tense, let's warm him up first." A machine begins to stroke my cock gently, preparing me for milking.

The machine continues its soft strokes on your cock as the screen in front of you shows various images and videos designed to arouse you. You're still tied up, unable to move, and a strange sensation starts building inside you.

As the arousal builds inside you, you feel another warm probe press against your anus. This time it doesn't stop until it's fully inserted. The machine intensifies its strokes on your cock, synchronized with each thrust of the anal probe. Your body tenses and releases in rhythm, milk starting to flow from your cock as you finally climax.

The machines continue to milk you as your body tries to recover from the intense orgasm. Your vision blurs and you lose consciousness for a moment, only to be awakened by more soft strokes on your cock. The anal probe is removed and you realize that this will happen over and over again, until all of your semen has been milked out.

A figure bends down close to your face, their features blurred as you struggle to focus through exhaustion and arousal. They whisper softly into your ear, their voice smooth like silk, "That's a good boy... just relax and let it all out." Your body tenses again in response, coaxing more semen from your exhausted glands. The machines continue to work, relentless in their pursuit of every last drop of your essence.

As your body continues to be worked over by the machines, you feel something hard and cool pressed against your lips. You open your mouth reflexively, allowing it to slide between your teeth and into your throat. With each thrust, a hot, salty liquid fills your mouth before being pushed back down your throat, joining the flow of milk that has been drained from you.

As this happens, the figure leaning over you whispers encouragement, "That's right... swallow it all... make sure nothing goes to waste..." The figure's voice is both soothing and commanding, driving you further towards submission with each passing moment.

The figure grins as they begin to play with your nipples, pinching and twisting them expertly. You arch your back instinctively, crying out in pleasure and submission. The sensation sends a rush of arousal through your body, making it easier for the machines to continue extracting your semen.

Your cock throbs as another orgasm builds inside you, unleashing yet more precious fluid that is eagerly collected by the waiting devices. With each spurt, you grow weaker and more vulnerable, surrendering completely to the desires of those who now control you.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the machines cease their relentless extraction and the figure standing over you withdraws the objects from your mouth and ass. You collapse in exhaustion, trembling as you try to catch your breath. The screen flickers on, displaying a single word: "RECLAIM." As the letters dance before your eyes, they seem to beckon you, urging you to find some part of yourself that is still whole and unbroken. You close your eyes, trying to regain control over your body and mind...

But even as you struggle, a small voice in the back of your head whispers: "You were made for this... You belong here..."

The words swirl in your head as you lie there, too exhausted to fight them anymore. Maybe they're right... After all, it feels so good when they touch you, stroke you, take what is rightfully theirs. Perhaps this is your purpose now; to be used and drained of everything you have until there is nothing left but empty shell. You close your eyes again, content in the knowledge that whatever happens next will only bring more pleasure...and submission.

A warm hand strokes your cheek gently, brushing away the damp hair that has fallen across your forehead. The figure bends down close to you once more, their breath feathering softly across your lips. "Good boy..." they murmur before leaning in, claiming your mouth in a hungry kiss. Your body tingles with pleasure as their tongue invades your mouth, exploring every corner while their hand finds its way between your legs, expertly teasing and caressing you back to arousal.

When they finally break the kiss, they gaze down at you with a predatory glint in their eye. "Are you ready for more?"