It seemed that the goblins had a grand time handling my exposed backside, their small, rough hands going everywhere, groping, squeezing, and teasing my sensitive flesh. Meanwhile, the ropes that bound me only seemed to tighten with each passing moment, adding to the growing... discomfort of situation.
I tried to focus on my prayers to Alonsus, hoping for some divine intervention to stop this humiliation, but it only kept on going. Their hands soon moved southwards as some started fondling my balls, others playing with my cock. This was a surprising turn of events, truly, and I welcomed it despite acknowledging the fact I’d rather it was Agnes or someone else trying to pleasure me.
The constant stimulation was driving me wild, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge...
Suddenly, one of the goblins retrieved a small bucket from their sack and placed it strategically under me. Were they after my... semen? But why?
Before I could answer, one of the goblins stuck its hand in my backside. I gasped as it wiggled around before settling on a specific spot and started pressing it. All of a sudden, I felt a slow trickling from the tip of my penis, which made me realise that the little green bastard was trying to milk me! Nay, he was milking me! It soon became obvious that they wanted all of the contents of my balls!
They fondled and jerked and pressed and milked all the while cackling and jeering. It was a strange experience to say the least, but it was pleasurable. Well, a lot more pleasurable than I expected, given the circumstances.
Half an hour later, I was well and truly spent, my balls dried and reduced to a quarter of their original size. The surprising fact here was the amount I had been able to produce. I had filled almost the whole bucket!
The whole darn bucket!
Soon, the goblins left with their precious bucketload of human cum, leaving me exhausted and confused beyond belief, but at least somewhat relieved...
