Game Show of Kink

No, the release of bondage, trapping him in pounding ecstasy, relieved him of that burden, screeching and crying out as more and more cum was milked from him. His orgasms that followed contains less and less seed, though the host urged him on to fill up the collection jar, even if it was not something that a mere eagle, like Aquilan, could have done. No, he was no stallion, yet he could still be milked for a highly impressive amount with the machine drawing more and more from him, his body aching, torture dropping to a thrumming undercurrent of ecstasy. For it was when he truly gave in to all of it, squeezing down on the dildo for the sheer hell and the thrill of it, that everything came through in the best of ways for him.

Money was money, after all, but Aquilan was no longer sure at all if he would have gotten out of it if he'd been given the choice. It was too hot, lust coursing through him, forgetting that he had not wanted it at all as he moaned and grunted, need rising, his beak clacking, twitching without his active thought driving it to. It was where he needed to be, where his submissive mind could slip, when need be, teasing through throbbing drive of pleasure and ecstasy after ecstasy, even as his body ached.

What were a few aches and pains, after all, when it came to fun? It would be an experience to remember, even though he hardly, deliriously, persuaded himself to think such, his hips rocking lightly, trying to drive into the milking machine as it broke him down more and more.

"Yes, yes! Milk 'em, baby!"

The crowd roared, ratings through the roof, Aquilan the favourite guest of all that they would ask for back, again and again. His body throbbed with need as he howled for their pleasure, the collection jar three-quarters full and a fair chunk of more than petty pocket change racked up for him, even as the dildo kept thrusting, cramming itself up against his prostate as it vibrated through a pulsing cycle.

The eagle grunted, trying to tip forward, stomach aching. His cock seemed to tremble, though that could have been his mind at work, need overpowering, still wanting to cum even though, finally, there was nothing more left to drip from his cock. The flesh was larger than usual, as if he had been pumped up, straining and bulging, his arse tight around the toy shoved up in there.

"Ohhh, I think that's it, my dear audience! Let's see what our eagle has won!"

Aquilan groaned. Finally. He was dried up. But the host would see to it that he was invited back onto the game show for another night of torturous pleasure in due course.

The question was, would Aquilan do it or not? He'd just have to wait and see!