Keep working at the seal.

If you can just get your fingertips, your nails into the gap between the seal and your body you're sure you can pop it off. It feels like you're almost there, the seal is a little soft and it gives as you press at it desperately.

But the wanking never stops. Your whole body has woken up now, but it doesn't seem to be doing you much good. As you press and scrabble at the machine you feel a pleasurable tightness building, and feel your balls start to tense and prepare themselves for delivery.

Panting, sweating, you try to think of anything to turn yourself off. If the machine really did tear off your cock! Imagine the pain! The blood! But then, your mind is deflected as the inventor of this fiendish device giggles above you.

"You are so adorable, trying not to cum. Your face has gone all red!" She laughs. "But really, ninety nine percent of men are utter slaves to their bodies. There's no way you can mentally prevent yourself from ejaculating when the proper stimulus is applied. And my little toy is applying just that stimulus - again and again and again..." she starts to synch her voice to the strokes of the little servo motors that are jerking you, and you roar, wordlessly, in frustration.

You can't get it off, you've been wasting your time and you should have gone for her and ignored the device. Now, as you struggle to your feet though, it's too late. You're standing up, a meter away, propping yourself up on the table, the perspex machine jutting out in front of you when a blast of pleasure hits your synapses. Fuck, almost there... just a little more... no...

Then it squeezes your helpless prick just below the head one more time and pulls down.

"Hngh!" You sob and gasp and fall back to your knees as your thick, white cream explodes from the purple head of your cock and splatters all over the inside of the machine's transparent dome. It reads your reaction and slows, but keeps wanking you, milking you so that your defenseless cock spurts string after string of your sticky essence, filling up the end of the plastic tube with your spent, wasted seed.

You've lost, and who knows what's waiting for you now.

"Well?" you look up, eyes watering, at the small figure of the geeky girl who bested you. She's looking down at you curiously, holding a clipboard and pen at the ready. "How did it feel?"