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The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal As job interviews went, this one seemed to be progress very well indeed. The lady seemed to like me, seemed to believe in my marketable skills, and definitely enjoyed the respectful yet unformal social skills I laid upon her as we conversed at the little café. It was one of those joints that had very few seats inside by the bar, but had a larger amount of seats outside on the street in the pedestrian zone; the dozen or so tables effectively screened from the bustling crowds by three sides of wa…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal I would have been fascinated by the technology behind the machine currently slurping and spinning on me hadn’t it been for the fact that I knew it wouldn’t let me orgasm. I mean, I was fascinated. The awesome, life-like feel of the warm, fleshy insides and the way it moved in different ways in perfect unison was nothing short of spectacular. As a masturbatory aid, this slick steel tube put any other toys for men to shame. It was cock worship on a biomechanical level, the bumpy, lubed interior m…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal Grunting, struggling and fighting, I remained strapped to the restraint chair, my gagged cries, for help barely audible as it was, rendered mute over the din of the van’s engine. The way the ball-gag forced my mouth open and how its straps dug into the corners of my mouth made me drool like an imbecile, and my continued strained groans and efforts to move made the drool drip from my chin onto my chest, soaking through my shirt. I couldn’t see anything in the dark, cold container, but I did my b…