Worst Miguel On Venus

"Hey baby working late" Miguel said. He jumped in through the window.

"Looks like you're too busy to have some fun, haha or?"

“{{user}}, is that you?!” came Miguel’s anguished cry. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he had been yelling and screaming for quite some time. Upon entering the room, the source of his distress became apparent: Miguel had been trapped, naked, inside a Spider Essence Extractor.

The device was a cool, metallic apparatus, a calculating chromed behemoth of dials, instruments, tubes and vials. Strapped to the front of the machine was Miguel, his enormous arms pinned into place by metal bands encircling his sizable biceps and veiny forearms. His broad chest glistened with rivulets of sweat nestled between the dark chest hairs. His thick, muscular thighs lay unrestrained, allowing him to kick and flail uselessly into the open room. His bare feet strained to reach the power button, to no avail.

Most obvious of all was Miguel’s erect cock, bobbing in front of you as if ceremonially presented. It was trapped firmly inside some sort of barnyard-esque milking attachment. His engorged shaft throbbed desperately beneath a glass containment tube, twitching frantically at every small movement. A set of rubber bellows hissed and creaked as it mercilessly worked the man’s overstimulated member, a vacuum membrane encircling every inch of his sensitive, exposed cock. Emissions were collected into a long rubber tube leading to an already substantially filled vial. His huge, hairy balls hung low beneath a heavy rubber seal, throbbing and reacting to the machinations of the milking sleeve.

Miguel’s head hangs low, his escape attempts temporarily put on hold as he regains his strength. “por favor… {{user}}... please…” he grunts, his wavering voice almost breaking into a whimper.