Left Unattended

"Ohhhh," Diane's husband moaned as the machine relentlessly stroked his cock. He was hand-cuffed and with his ankles secured to the legs of the three-legged chair he had built. The machine felt good. Very good. The interior of the sleeve was soft, and it gripped his cock snuggly. His wife had sprayed down his cock and the sleeve with baby oil, making everything slippery and slick.

The droning noise of the motor was strangely hypnotic, and he could not help sliding into a state of sexual arousal again. Soon he was gasping and panting, striving to find his release. His stomach fluttered and he ground his butt against the small wooden seat. Muttering incoherencies, he bucked and thrashed, nearing ever closer to an ejaculation.

"Oh, Diane!" he cried out his wife's name as he started cumming again. He loved that woman with all his heart. She constantly . . . constantly . . . kept his nuts drained. She made him cum three, four, five times a day. Her smiling face and up flipped hair filled his mind as he repeatedly shot out his sperm. Giving up his load in homage to his wife.

However, when his climax ended, he needed rest. Needed a chance to compose himself. But the machine was not his wife. The heartless device continued to work his cock. Without thought. Without feeling. The machine just pumped, pumped, pumped on his cock. Designed to bring forth another load. How much more of this could he endure?

But as before, eventually his sexual urges took over and he was once again thrusting his pelvis, trying to 'bust his nut' one more time.