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The thick fingers on his nipples felt like magic as they squeezed and tweaked his nubs. Pinching at the flesh until pliant, soft flesh became hardened, coaxing out sweet, succulent moans from the bound human as he moaned aloud. Aroused, his voice sounded like silk, dripping and oozing with the heady desire for more, every whimper begging his captors to go further, to go harder, until he could take it no longer.

Joga was, by this point, breathless. Stark naked with his arms clasped high above him, he found himself swarmed in a claustrophobic room on all sides by blank faces. Men, donning spectacular masks that shrouded their eyes and left only the swimming colours of their irises and smirking pastel lips on show, crowded about the post he was fixed to, the heat overwhelming a their bodies almost seemed to smother his. They had opted to remain clothed, leaving the bound male sweating in his own humiliation as he was groped without remorse. Hands clawed and slid over his heaving build, caressing every supple swell of flesh and muscle they could possibly cover, even a few daring to press their fat lips against his body and suckle on his skin, even bite, chewing softly until he squirmed at the tender pain. It only riled him up more though when drawn away the marks left would throb a dull need for more, and the tattoo sprawling across his torso pricked with a sear just under the skin that left him writhing. It was agonising torment, gentle but cruel.

For all the frustration and sweet torture he was enduring, Joga couldn’t deny he was actually enjoying the scene. His heart fluttered as his cock twitched as hands continued to grope him with no remorse, but even he could sense that they were holding back. His instincts deep down told him they were waiting for something, as if savouring the very moments of ecstasy before the downfall into euphoria as they preyed upon their victim.

One hand strayed a little further down than the rest. Joga couldn’t see who it belonged to, not that it truly mattered, but he became hyperaware of its presence as it scaled down his abdominals and traced thin lines through the beads of sweat. This one felt different to the rest, the others were all hungry and lewd, very blunt about their wants, but this hand, belonging to a faceless male, hid his intentions. It was only when fingers brushed against Joga’s firm shaft did he realise where things were going.

He wasn’t hard, perhaps not yet, but he was flustered and aroused; his cock had the hardening softness that came with being semi-erect, responding more insistently to the stranger’s grasp as the hand cusped his manhood. His breathing hitched as delicate fingers began to stroke his cock gently, slowly, slickened by sweat and what must have been lube. Joga felt the oozing wetness pool against his head before it was smeared along his length, some chemical within beginning to ebb with heat and warm his dick. In seconds he was coaxed to his fullest hardness, bucking in his bindings as he was leisurely stroked by this unknown male, biting his lip whilst suddenly he was made to focus on not just those that groped his body and toyed with him but also this figure who had taken an interest in his cock.

There was nothing rushed to the torment he endured, if he could even consider it tormenting. The best word he could come up for the current scenario was salacious, his whole body burnt with such a feverish, euphoric buzz and never did the hands stop their endless assault of his sweating muscles, scoping out the very lands of his body until every inch had been claimed. The attention upon his cock, his balls, and his nipples grew more hungry, as new hands joined the fray and he swore he could even feel tongues and teeth nipping at his behind, suckling on the globes of his rump and kneading the hardy flesh. One cupped his sack, weighing his balls as if inspecting them before fingers began to lightly squeeze and toy with their density, making Joga squirm and writhe in exquisite discomfort, unable to protest, any words that fluttered from his chest became lost to moans and whimpers as the other hand which stroked his cock added soothing lubricant, the cold drizzle oozing its way down his shaft in crystal clear rivers. It made everything so much slicker, where the hand would glide seamlessly against his length and pay such close attention to his head, gently grinding his palm into the glans and making him huff struggling moans out with quickened breaths.

Fingers on his nipples tweaked at the tender nubs and twisted them, tuning every sound that bubbled from Joga’s pursed lips as he strained against the rope bonds on his wrists. Never did it end for a second, even as hands began to fight for dominance over who had what and where, some pushing to take a turn on his cock, others pinching at his nipples as others tried to turn them, his balls lost in a clamour of fingers all fending for a chance to toy with his nuts, and doubt was pushed from his mind in regards to mouths; soon he felt those missing out on touching his body to use their tongues to suckle on his skin and chew against his muscles, and he felt swarmed. Before they had kept their distance, admiring from an outstretched point, but now they closed in on him like predators, feeding on everything he had to give them and leaving nothing behind.

They continued to molest him like this, endlessly, with no real aim in sight other than to keep him twitching and whimpering. His body swam in a hazing heat that felt as if it was bubbling from just under his skin, the mark upon his torso now itching as it glowed so brightly. It did not stop the men in their gropes however, kneading and manipulating any flesh they could, every fighting for that which sought their interests and desires. Several hands stroked along his cock, others tugged at his sack, and his nipples felt tight with pain and his chest bursting under the pressure of being squeezed and teased. Fingers even found their way to his face, pushing into his mouth to leave him suckling on them, keeping him otherwise quiet as best they could whilst everyone else had their way with him.

It was an overwhelming feeling when something gave in his chest. In a bizarre sight, he felt his stomach begin to run wet with something silky yet far too thin to be anything akin to sweat or lube. A glance down, as difficult as it might have been with hands keeping his head occupied, he saw his nipples, so hardened and pinched so much that they looked like teats, dripping with pearl droplets. As if realising themselves, fingers tugged and yearned for whatever this substance was, and coaxing it out from Joga seemed an easy task as more spilled forth in lax jets from his nipples.

Fingers having sucked the liquid from him offered him something to taste, though perhaps offer was too kind a word. He had no choice as wet digits pushed their way between his lips as allowed his tongue to suckle: milk, it was actually milk. The taste was undeniable and the colour confirmed it, as his body heaved under the strain as the men began to drain him dry, squeezing and milking his breasts for everything that they could. They didn’t even want it, they allowed the rivulets of milk to trickle down the range of his muscles drying in sticky, sweaty streaks across his tanned skin; they just grovelled in the sight of Joga kept upon a teetering edge as they groped his tits until they yielded to them.

It was fresh, warm, and sweet, and they let it stream forth until eventually mouths began to kiss and suck at his skin. Inside him he felt his body twist and writhe, but there was no escape from the groping hands, the nipping teeth, digging fingers and drooling tongues. Smothered under their wet, sticky embrace, every inch of him slipped deeper and deeper into their throng, thriving and throbbing in undulating heat that swilled inside his gut, brimming in his chest, until he felt like he could handle it no more.

Naturally when his orgasm thundered through him and he came unrepentantly, they swarmed on him with redoubled excitement as they fed more upon every morsel and droplet his body could provide for their sordid, rapacious hunger.