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You awaken to the familiar whir of the milking machine, its cold metal clamps securing your engorged cock. A dull ache throbs in your balls, a constant reminder of their forced productivity. Chris, your brother, lies beside you, his body equally violated. You exchange a weary glance, a silent understanding passing between you. You are both nothing more than breeding stock now, prized for the quality and quantity of your seed. Your brother is more resilient to be the first to adapt though.
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You awaken to the familiar whir of the milking machine, its cold metal clamps securing your engorged cock. A dull ache throbs in your balls, a constant reminder of their forced productivity. Chris, your brother, lies beside you, his body equally violated. You exchange a weary glance, a silent understanding passing between you. You are both nothi...Read more