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Complete and utter darkness greeted El Macho when he awakened, groaning and groggy. Whatever it was that was in the draught he drank must have been stronger than he thought. Or else... somebody must have deliberately spiked his drink.

"Oohh...," El Macho groaned, still a bit out of it, "What is this place?"

"Ah, it seems that you've awakened," called a voice out of nowhere, "Good."

The floor beneath El Macho shifted a bit, revealing a blinding circle of light; a mechanism obviously triggered by that voice. The light allowed El Macho to better see where he was. The room he was in was surprisingly sparse, circular room, without any windows or doors to speak of. There was a small incision in the wall not too far from where he was standing, where a trio of beakers, each a different shape than the other, were placed.The sound of the voice directed El Macho's attention to a large archway just out of the corner of his eye, one which he didn't remember being there before.

"I was worried about you for a minute," the voice called out from the darkness, sounding closer than before. "Luckily for me," the voice sneered, "This saves me the trouble of having to wake you."

From out of the archway came one of the strangest beings El Macho had ever laid eyes on.It's certainly looked human enough, but that was only because of the way it seemed to fill out the dirty brown robe it was wearing in all the right places. The bulk of what appeared to be its body was shaped like an hourglass with a pair of arms sticking out of its sides. Wiggling about at the base of the robe was an assortment of silvery tentacles, writhing about in grotesque panoply that made El Macho's stomach churn. The creature certainly looked human, or at least its face did, but its skin-tone was a distressingly bland shade of gray. Sky-blue eyes started back at him, so intently that El Macho found himself backing away a bit.

It took El Macho a while to dreg up the courage to speak. "What are you," he asked, "and what am I doing here?"

"Why, you are my guest," said the strange creature, gesturing broadly with its arms, revealing its armless hands, "And as for what I am, well... sufficed to say, I am a construct."

El Macho arched his eyes at that. "Construct?"

"Yes, construct."

"I have never heard of a construct that looked like you."

The 'construct' tilted his robed head a bit. "Well my master was rather eccentric. It's no surprise that you've never met another one like m-"

"What do you want from me," the orc cut him off by asking. Construct or not, this creature was giving off some bad vibes.

The construct shuffled in his robes, obviously more a little put on by the orc's impatience."Impudent orc. It should be obvious to you what it is that I am looking for."

El Macho's eyes narrowed a bit. "You mean you want my -"

"Yes."

There was a period of stony silence before El Macho spoke up again. "And what makes you think that you'll get it from me."

"The fact that ultimately," it flashed its eyes threateningly as it went on, "you have no say in the matter."

While the creature spoke El Macho eyed the archway the creature had come from, and slowly began to edge his way towards the archway, trying to keep his movements as quiet as the water would allow.

But water, as it turned out, was a piss-poor muffler. Just as he was at the entryway, and was about to make a break for it, a blinding sky-blue light stopped him, and before El Macho knew what was going on he was floating in the air, suspended by two sets of cerulean rings; the strength of the bonds locked his arms to his sides, with most of the pressure being pressed around his wrists, while the second pair of bonds formed a traditional ring around his legs, locking them together. The magic behind the restrains was too strong for El Macho to break.And whatever it was that knocked him out was somehow inhibiting his ability to call upon his liquid strength.

With a fluttering gesture of one of its disembodied hands the construct summoned a pair of magical rings, of the same hue as construct's own sky-blue eyes, around El Macho.Before the orc could react the rings clamped themselves around his arms and legs. Though El Macho grunted and roared, nothing he could do was able to break those rings.

"I should have done this before," said the construct, whilst he guided the struggling, floating luchaorc away from the archway, and subsequently, from any hope of escape. "This way, it'll be much easier to take what I need." The creature's face broke out into a disturbing grin as it continued."And who knows? Maybe even have a little fun on the side."

El Macho grunted as the magicks holding him dragged his hunky frame towards the middle of the room, away from the archway and closer to the circle of light, with the strange construct on the other side. The construct held up an arm, revealing a strange cerulean glow out of the sleeve where its arm should have been, and gestured to El Macho.

El Macho grunted as the bonds holding his arms to his sides began to shift and slide, flowing like water to his arms. Once there the magicks then pulled his arms behind his back, drawing El Macho's upper-body along with it. And while this was going on the magicks encircling his legs began to split and deviate, forcing his legs apart, exposing the rather prominent bulge his pouch of power made on his trunks.

Once this was all done the construct motioned again with his hands, making a variety of gestures and hand-signs. And while he was doing this the hand he was using started to glow bright blue, and from out of that glow emerged a second disembodied hand, smaller than the one it came from. Several more followed soon after, following the first extra hand as it moved over the swollen mound between El Macho's legs.

El Macho groaned as the hand groped his pouch with its fingers, kneading it like so much play-dough. The hand flattened itself out and began to slap his hefty bulge, which made heavy *slotching* noises as it bounced back and forward. After several groan inducing strikes the hand pressed itself against El Macho's bulge and started to vibrate. El Macho's eyes crossed from the pleasure the vibrations was giving him, blinding him to the other effects the sensations was doing to his body.

"Ah, you like that?"When the only answer he received was a warbled moan he continued. "Well don't worry. There is more on the way."

From out of the first hand emerged several others, each the same size, all of which flew over to where the first one was, and joined in the groping. Soon there wasn't any part of his bulge that wasn't being groped or poked. El Macho's body started to tingle all over, and the pouch between his legs began to stretch the fabric of his trunks. bigger and bigger the bulge grew, nursed by the helping hands groping him in obscene ways, until the speedo burst apart in a shower of red and yellow, with El Macho's massive dong shooting out of the tattered threads.

"Impressive," the construct breathed, "that was much easier than I thought it would be. It makes this next part all the more simpler."

The construct smirked as it directed its many hands to explore the winded orc's cock and balls, kneading and threading the oblong dong and over-filled testicles with a deliberate slowness, ignoring the moans and pleas of the masked orc whose junk he fondled. Gradually the hands shifted to different positions, with the main hand remaining on the orc's snogger while the others descended to his balls and ass, each of them grabbing (manhandling) their respective area. El Macho grunted and groaned as he felt his bloated cock begin to throb, a small whine escaping his throat as he felt some of his liquid strength climb up his enraptured shaft and drizzle out and down the top, falling into the water.

The speed of the hands slowly but surely increased, with even more of the stuttering orc's eldritch spunk pouring out of his cockhead. The hands fondling his emerald balls groped and squeezed their squirming cargo, enticing an even heftier discharge. The hands groping El Macho's ass, distanced from his groin as they were, were still quite effective in distracting the big lug, whose uphill battle against his lusts he was losing. The final straw, however, the act that sent El Macho over the edge, was when the main hand moved up his dick, and proceeded to rub furiously on his big green cock-head.

El Macho came with a roar so loud that it shook the foundations of the room, his cock unloading the contents of his pouch of power with such force that the hand rubbing his cock-head was blasted across the room, right over the construct's shoulder, and splattered against the wall.

The construct cast a surprised look over his shoulder at the spunk-stuck hand before turning back to El Macho, giving the bludgeoning cum-cannon an appreciative glance. "Wow." its tone made it almost breathless. "You really are what the legends say you are." For his part, El Macho was too winded from his massive orgasm to formulate a coherent response, his lulled head and dazed expression telling his captor all he needed to know.

The construct sighed. "Did all that take it out of you? Don't worry, there's more where that came from, my friend." He smiled as he looked down at him. "I promise you..."

******

Several hours had gone by since then. During that time the creature had taken the opportunity to sample a bit of El Macho's spunk, an immediate increase in the strength and oddly enough style, of his magic taking place. It was as if his magic had a life of its own. He no longer had to will what he wanted to happen; his eldritch sorceries becoming more proactive, and more in tune with what he wanted. Granted all he wanted was to milk even more of El Macho's sacred spunk but at least now he didn't have to work nearly as hard.

El Macho, meanwhile, seemed to have gotten the short end of the stick. After his initial jizz-blast the construct continued the extraction process, using his empowered magicks to drain him of as much of his liquid strength as he possibly could. The non-stop milkings had taken the fight out of him. El Macho just sort of sat there, weak and winded, as these nasty little hands coaxed load after load of his mythical jizz out of his massive cum-cannon, most of which fell into the water. The mage was, however, able to obtain just a bit of his spunk, having positioned several vials and flask, fashioned out of the stuffs of magic and seated on small clouds of the same, just beneath the orc's jisming cock. He had already filled up several flasks, which he put away in a small cubbyhole in the wall.

El Macho closed his eyes in unwanted bliss as the hands rubbing his cock, balls, and ass drew out yet another orgasm, blushing fiercely at the pleasure he was feeling as he felt his liquid strength flow once more up his massive cock and burst out his emasculated cockhead, spraying more of his frothy-white spunk every which-way.

While this was going on the construct had taken the time to sample some more of his cum, an eldritch lock of the same color as his eyes positioned beneath El Macho working to draw out even more of his jizz.

"Exquisite," whispered the creature, "Simply... exquisite." He turned back to El Macho, "It looks as though you'll be my guest for quite some time, my good fellow." El Macho panted heavily as the creature continued to speak, exhausted from being milked so many times. "And it would do me some good to do some... tests.Find out just what it is that makes this... this spunk," he hung heavily on that last word, "so very... potent."The hands drawing out another load directed his attentions to the dithering male organ they held with their grasp. "But I don't have to draw it out all at once. I can be patient." He drew a finger up to his lips with a smirk, "I mean it's not like you're going anywhere."

The construct withdrew all nine of his hands back into his robes, lowering the bound orc to the ground as he did so, but not before removing all the water out of the room.El Macho collapsed onto his back just as soon as his bubbly but hit the floor, his exquisite chest rising and falling as he struggled to regain his strength, his hefty cock falling limp over his depleted nut-sac, leaking driblets onto the ground.

The mage regarded the winded orc for a few moments, ideas as to what he was going to do with him running through his mind. The construct nodded his head once before turning to leave, the flasks in the cubbyhole floating up on little clouds and joining the rest in following him out the archway, which closed up behind him.

El Macho didn't see him leave but knew that he did all the same. He just lay there, with his back on the ground, trying desperately to regain some of his strength. A burst of blue light, followed by the feeling of something grabbing his massive dong, snapped El Macho out of his stupor. Tilting his head up El Macho saw a pair of hands, just like the ones from before, had grabbed hold of his depleted cock and had begun to jerk him off.The jerk-off seemed to affect his entire body, which rocked as the hands pulled on it. Dredging up his last bit of strength El Macho reached for the hands.But before he was able to reach them one of the hands traveled down his depleted shaft and nudged his swelling sac, gripping it in just the right places. El Macho's eyes crossed as his beaten dong blew another load, collapsing back onto the ground as his juices were ruthlessly milked.

"Ooohhhh!!"

_Oh yes..._said a voice from out of nowhere, soft and yet covering the entire room.

El Macho signed as the hand groping his pouch pressed down on his swollen sac, his hips bucking of their own accord as one last load was forced out of his overworked cock, spewing the floor in front of him with the last bits of his liquid strength.

"Aaaahhhh!!"

...Anywhere at all...