Yes (Good Self Control Dude)

You push your head back and hold yourself as best you can from cumming into her face. She keeps jacking up your shaft relentlessly as she laughs a bit, watching you squirm in your seat like a worm while still increasing her speed.

You don't know how you manage it, but you are able to out last as you finally hear her verbally confirm the end of her teasing. "Ok, that's enough fun. Let me grab the beaker and I'll collect the sample. You're lucky I feel bad for you, cuz most new subjects don't last this long, and when they do I just leave them and use their precum. But for you, I guess you've earned it." As she walks over to the counter preparing a container, your cock stands up in the air from your pelvis, throbbing, pulsing with a mixed pain. You couldn't have held back for even another minute. All of her rubbing and teasing building inside you, collecting and rushing for your tip but only pushing against the end in anguish as you denied yourself the release you so desperately need, fearing the orc's threats.

She walks back over with a large glass beaker topped with a big rim. She gets between your legs again but doesn't touch you, not yet. "Must be aching so much. Unbearably trapped just beyond reach of the edge. Well you'll cum for me, won't you. You don't have a choice and I know you are dieing to. So go ahead, cum for me you tool. Prove who's incharge." She puts the rim right on the head of your cock before grabbing your shaft. You weeze out a loud moan as just the touch of her is too much to bare and you emidietly ejaculate before she can even fit the rim completely around your tip. A string stretches out from the mouth of the rim and hits the floor as you quickly gush into the beaker, filling it fast. "Wow, you must have really wanted this, now I'm rethinking letting you cum. I better get a second container."

You fill the beaker to the brim as she switches it out with a large clear cup to catch the rest. You keep cumming, sending squirt apon squirt into the cup with your pain overwhelmed by the feeling of such pent up frustration rushing to orgasmic freedom. She is a bit flattered that you cam so much because of her, even if you are technically just cattle. You finally stop as your balls become completely empty, only left puffing air until you finish. You sat their drowning in dopamine, hardly able to think.

She gets up, putting the cup down on a near by table before grabbing the full beaker. She walks over to the same machine that would have milked you, pulling a large leaver down to get the mechanism running with a faint hum. She opens a compartment on the right side and places the full beaker inside before shutting it. She pushes a few buttons and looks to the monitor screen as it flashes to life and admits odd beeping and whinning. "Now, lets see if there's anything different and where you're going." This machine is scanning your semin and inspecting your DNA. It will tell her if anything is unique or important in your DNA and where you will be going in the facility.