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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…

The Hamilton Facility by J-Cal The screen had resumed showing porn as soon as Christie left, and this time, want it or not, I was far more receptacle to it. The scene currently showing – the fourth since Christie had left a while ago – showed a busty Asian girl giving a very tender, very hot titjob in a pool, the surface of the water rippling with the bouncing of her boobs on the cock nestled in the cleavage. My own cock was bouncing with anticipation, pre-cum already wetting the tip, and watching the screen…

Doctor's Orders by J-Cal The hours crept by unbearably slow, the after-effects of the three denied orgasms not helping in the slightest. Even after my manhood had lost sensation it took well over an hour for it to grow soft, presumably because of the remains of Katherine’s drug, and in such as state it was impossible not to focus on it, much less rest. The only thing I managed to do, somewhat, was calm down, and that was just because that was the only thing I could actually do. The room was completely dark, save …

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…

Doctor's Orders by J-Cal It was Friday night, I had met Katherine at the local watering hole just two hours ago, and already we were barging in the front door of my first-floor apartment, kissing feverishly and tearing off our jackets as the door was slammed shut behind us. Katherine was a gorgeous brunette in her early thirties with eyes that matched her waist-long hair framed in smart, square glasses, and had silken, sun-tanned skin and had one of the most unlikely attractive bodies I had seen. Beneath her jet-black …

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…