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Tails retrieved a shiny steel boxy that reminded me of the portable dish-washing machine my grandmother kept pushed in the corner of her kitchen. They both had hoses and gadgets sticking out of them, but Tail’s box was so shiny and new that it looked like someone had just finished making it ten minutes before.
He noticed me staring. “What do you think?” He held his hands out like a was a contestant on a game show and the box was a trip to Hawaii and a year’s supply of Ricearoni.
“It’s shiny,” I offered. “What is it?”
I hated needles, dentists drills, and elevator music, but checking back, I couldn’t find a reason to be afraid of a rolling brushed-steel box.
Tails smiled so wide I thought he was going to hurt himself. “It’s an extractor. I designed it!”
He stopped, obviously waiting for applause. Since my hands were tied behind my back, I had to disappoint him.
My silence didn’t hamper his spirits though. “You will have to excuse it though. This is the prototype and I’m waiting to make more until I can see how well this one works.” He sighed. “You’ll all have to use the same one until then. It’s perfectly sanitary… well… it should be fine.”
I was quickly finding a reason to fear metal boxes.
“Extractor?” My voice squeaked a little. “What does it extract?”
Tails beamed again. “Oh, you’re going to love it.”
He positioned the machine in just the right spot under Chris, taking care to roll it directly under his groin.
“Seriously?” I couldn’t help it.
Tails grinned even larger. “He’s going to love this.”
“He’s not conscious!” I countered.
“Oh,” he said, waving off my concern. Don’t worry. There will be plenty more times. Plenty.”
He pulled a metal tube out of the far side of the box. When he waved the rounded end at me, the wire connecting it to the box flopped around noisily.
“Like I said,” he grinned sheepishly, “only a prototype. The next one will have no wires.”
I was properly horrified—and fascinated—as Tails reached up and rested the blunt end of the cylinder against Chris’ asshole.
“This is the best part,” Tails said as he pushed the metal dildo. It slid into Chris’ straight, virgin ass with no resistance.
I was in no position to do anything about the probe and yelling to wake Chris up wouldn’t have been a good idea. It was a pretty good bet that he’d rather sleep through the probing.
“My own invention,” Tails said, beaming with pride. “A surface so smooth and slick that it doesn’t need lubrication, no matter how tight the hole is.” He demonstrated by pulling the probe out and sliding it in again.
I was a little embarrassed by how impressed I was, and by how hard I was getting. Had the situation been different, I would have asked to buy one. He could have made a fortune on Earth.
At that point, I was convinced he didn’t mean to do us any direct harm. Also, I knew I was next and wanted to know what I was in for, so I settled in to watch.
Tails flipped a switch on the metal box and Chris’ body drooped, a sigh escaping his unconscious lips. His droopy cock thicken and rose up to touch his belly. Within seconds, clear drops of precum seeped out his slit and strung to the floor.
Okay, I was really impressed—both with the machine and with Chris’ dripping rod.
“Then,” Tails said, reaching toward the machine, “there’s this!”
He held a clear metal tube with cushioning on one end and some sort of mechanics on the other.
Seeing my confusion, he rolled his eyes.
“This is the best part,” he insisted.
He slid the tube easily over Chris’ jutting, leaking cock. I knew where the whole thing was going, but didn’t see how such a loose fit would allow for suction, much less friction.
When he tapped the side of the tube twice, my doubts disappeared. With a slight whumping sound, the tube collapsed and conformed to every bend and wrinkle.
My amazement must have shown because Tails beamed again.
“That’s not the best part.” He held he hand next to Chris’ polymer covered dick and looked over make sure I was watching. He didn’t need to worry about that. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
He tapped it one more time and the tube came to life. So did Chris.
He eyes flew open and a cross between a scream and a gasp ripped out of him. Within seconds, his body bucked against the restraints and there was no way that was his usual O face.
It looked like cum was being ripped out of his balls, and he was loving it.
I was amazed and pissed off. My blowjobs could never compare to that.
An impossible amount of jizz filled a reservoir at the end of the tube. After a few more bucks and a few more spurts, the tube shut down by itself.
Tails smile couldn’t have been any broader. When his hand touched the tube, it sprang back to a loose, perfect cylinder.
Tails brought the tube over to where I hung and held it up for me to see.
I nodded, impressed. “Seems a little… I don’t know… violent?”