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The Adventures of El Macho 2: El Macho Vs. The Extractor

When we last left our hero he'd fallen foul to the Wizard, who captured the heroic green-skin and whisked him off to his tower, where he drained him of his liquid strength. The Wizard held El Macho captive for weeks, milking him of his jizz.

The Wizard couldn't work his magic on El Macho's power pouch. No matter how hard he tried it remained resistant to his magic. His cock, however, was fair game. El Macho's mighty meatlog, in a sharp contrast to his power pouch, was especially sensitive, with even the gentlest of touches causing it to blow; a fact The Wizard wasted no time in exploiting. Ironically, constantly having to churn out cum had caused El Macho's power pouch to swell in both size and output, and the Wizard was quick in exploiting this as well.

During this time the Wizard had fashioned a pair of nipple rings he pierced El Macho with, using the orc's heightened sensitivity to entice even larger orgasms. As an added taunt, the Wizard had redressed him with another pair of trunks identical to his original pair. They'd be pulled down whenever it was time to be milked or whenever the Wizard just wanted to drink from the tap.

But as the days turned to weeks, it became apparent that all was not right with the mage. There was an addictive element to El Macho's jizz, one which the Wizard was unaware of. At first the Wizard wrote it off, subconsciously rationalizing his growing compulsions and changes to exhaustion and fatigue. But as the days turned to weeks, the compulsions grew stronger, eventually becoming uncontrollable. He started to spend more time with El Macho; tending him, nursing him, making sure that he was comfortable, and less time taking care of himself.

Or his home.

The regular infusions of cum ensured the Wizard's physical health, but nothing else. His growing addiction to El Macho's cum had caused his mental state to deteriorate. His normally pristine tower fell into disarray as his mind slipped away, the spells he used for everything from housekeeping to security fell by the wayside, fizzling out.

And that was a blasted shame, because otherwise the Wizard would have noticed the two men spying on him from the rafters. He would have heard them leaving the tower. He would have seen them enter El Macho's room. He would have sensed them untying his bonds. And most importantly, he would have not woken up one morning and found that the two spies had spirited him away, right out from under his nose.

No he certainly wouldn't have done that...

*****

El Macho awoke with a groan, wearily shaking the cobwebs out of his head. The first thing he noticed when his hazy mind was that he was no longer in the Wizard's tower. He looked around to find himself once again bound. With chains no less. A sturdy pair of chains bound his arms to the wall behind him while another set were attached to either of his feet.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a large, well-built human man in a purple robe walking towards him, carrying a large canister attached to a small rubber hose.

"W-Who are you?"

"Who I am is of no importance," answered the mystery man, who set his equipment up without so much as glancing in El Macho's direction, "But you, my emerald-skinned titan, are another matter. Or would you like to be referred to as... El Macho, was it?"

The sound of his name being said worried El Macho. "How do you know my name," asked the giant orc, wondering just where he'd heard that accent from.

"Oh, it was no mean feat, let me tell you. Tales of your heroics are the talk of the kingdom. That did not make it any easier to find you, however."

El Macho narrowed his eyes at the subtle hint but inquired anyway. "What da ya mean by that?"

The human never stopped tending to the canister. "My men have been tracking you for quite a while now," the man explained, continuing on in his explanation as though El Macho hadn't said anything at all, "they told me that they lost track of you a few weeks ago, somewhere around the Whispering Woods if I recall."

"Does that mean that-?" A whirling sound at the base of his feet caught his attention. Looking down El Macho saw

"I had a good chuckle after hearing that bit of news; after, of course, dismissing the men who allowed your capture. Their replacements were quite a bit more competent. They followed the trail their predecessors left and found out where you had been taken."

"H-how-"

"The Tower the Wizard held you in proved to be far less fortified than I expected it to be. It was easy for my men to sneak you out. Far easier than I thought it would be."

"Why am I your prisoner then? What do you want from me?"

At that the man stood up and turned to face him. "I would think that to be rather obvious, my emerald friend." As the man says that his gaze falls knowingly onto the bulge in El Macho's trunks. And upon seeing that all-too-familiar look El Macho went berserk, roaring and thrashing around in his chains. He tried desperately to summon up his strength, but found himself unable to break the chains. His pouch of power was still recharging from all the milking the Wizard had subjected him to. It would be a while before he would able to call upon his liquid strength again.

The man watched El Macho thrashing around with an impassive look on his face. With a sigh the human walked up to El Macho and, grabbing the orc's nipple rings, pulled the roaring giant into a kiss. The sudden lip-lock stunned El Macho into silence. El Macho moaned as the human's tongue snaked its way into his mouth, battling the orc's tongue into submission, while his hands tugged at El Macho's golden piercings.

The two-pronged assault effectively melted the rest of El Macho's resistance. El Macho moaned into the kiss as his body danced to the tune the human was playing out on his body, eyes fluttering from pleasure. And while all this was going on El Macho's cock had taken a life of its own, growing a prodigious tent in the shiny new trunks the Wizard had 'gifted' him with. El Macho growled weakly in displeasure when the human pulled out of the kiss and his hands off his nips, leaving him panting and horny.

"Now that we have taken care of that," the man sneered, "we can get down to business."

El Macho looked on in confusion as the man crouched in front of him, eyeing the prominent bulge in El Macho's trunks. El Macho gasped as the human reached forward and snaked his trunks down to his knees, allowing his drizzling cannon to fall out over his hefty balls.

"That is quite the weapon you have there," the man said, "hardly surprising though, considering the legend surrounding you."

El Macho had but a moment to process what the human said before he felt the man's hands on his cock, robbing him of coherent thoughts. The human poked and prodded the mammoth cock, his touches soft and tender, carefully but thoroughly inspecting the dripping cock of his newest acquisition. He paid no mind to El Macho's grunting, focusing completely on the giant green meatlog in front of him. His fingers traced steadily over the thick veins, trailing slowly from head to base.

"Mm-hmm. The girth is much greater than I thought it would be," he muttered to himself, "Responsive too. The Wizard's work, no doubt. Now, onto the scrotum."

El Macho bucked when he felt the Nobleman's hands on his power pouch. The non-stop milking caused his magnificent sac to swell, not just in size but in sensitivity as well. And though the human's touch was gentle, it was still more than enough to get the man-milk in his bad-boys churning. The human took his time inspecting his heavy nut-sack, alternating between weighing each of his oversized balls in his hands as though they were fruits and rubbing his hands on El Macho's sleek scrotum-sac, either ignoring or oblivious to the effect his touch was having on the green-skin. El Macho held up for a good couple of minutes before he bucked his hips forward as much as the chains would allow and let out a defeated moan.

"Oooooohhhhh!"

El Macho roared as a burst of his mighty spunk shot out from his dick, shooting out over the human's shoulder and onto the floor. The human sat there for a moment, staring transfixed on the giant green orc cock before averting his gaze towards the cum-trail El Macho had shot over his shoulder. Dropping El Macho's meaty balls the human reached down and scooped up some of his cum.

"So this is the fabled jism everyone is talking about," the human said, inspecting El Macho's cum with a jaundiced eye, "I do not see the allure of it," he said, with a dismissive expression on his face, "but then I am not a magician. *Sigh* Nevertheless..."

El Macho bucked when he felt the human grab hold of his lurching cock, eyes crossing in unwanted lust confusion at the feeling of something cold and wet being thrust over his dick. He then heard a clicking sound and moaned as the hose began to apply pressure on his cock. The heightened sensitivity that had always accompanied orgasms shortened his resolve. He bucked once, twice and then let out a long moan as he felt his balls clinch up beneath his cock.

"Aaaaarrrrggghhhh!!"

El Macho's body bucked wildly as he came, his cock shooting thick burst of his eldritch spunk, which the machine sucked into the canister. El Macho grunted with each shot of cum as his hips thrust forward as the machine coaxed his captivated cock into shooting out more and more of his powerful spunk.

While El Macho was being drained of his cum the human had taken a seat, looking on with thinly-veiled lust. Watching El Macho writhe and squirm as his dick was drained of his juices proved to be more... erotic than he thought it would be. There was just something about the way this... El Macho bucked his massive hips that really got his own juices flowing. The silly-looking face the orc was wearing wasn't all that bad either.

The human heard himself gasp and saw through half-lidded eyes several white somethings shoot up into the air. Weariness and contentment followed soon after. The human sat there for a while, knowing just what had occurred but feeling far too content to care, an uncharacteristic smile lighting his face.

A loud beeping sound shocked the human from his reverie. The canister he'd attached to the orc's genitals was completely full. He wasted no time in turning the machine off and removing the canister. And while he was down there he gave El Macho's overworked dick and power-pouch another inspection, watching on with a wry smile as the green-skin's cock gave out at the slightest of touches and shot out another huge wad of cum.

"Excellent. It looks as though it will be able to handle another round."

El Macho slumped against the wall, panting heavily as he watched the human turn away. His breathing came in heavy heaves, which were reflected in the rising and falling of his hairy chest. A small stream of his liquid strength was still leaking out of his depleted dick, forming a small puddle on the ground between his legs.

After a few moments the human came back, another canister in hand. He reached down and reattached the hose, first to the container and then back onto El Macho's dick, who panted heavily as felt his prodigious pouch being milked of its fluids. The human stared at El Macho for a moment before he grabbed hold of his piercings and twisted. El Macho groaned out piteously as his cock visibly expanded, shooting out a large burst of cum on top of that which was steadily being drained, completely filling the clear-cylinder and splashing out back, plastering his area around his crotch with his musky spunk.

"Excellent. I should have no problem in filling as many orders as I need." The human gave El Macho's nips another twist, who cried out as his pouch gave up a particularly large batch of cum to the milker. "This looks like the beginnings of a beautiful... partnership."