In the notorious "Kneeling King" setup, our bound slave is fully exposed and vulnerable, strapped down and spread wide, every inch of him at the mercy of a preprogrammed fucking machine designed to drive him insane with pure, unrelenting pleasure. His rock-hard cock stands erect, dripping in anticipation, knowing there’s no escape from the deep, targeted prostate stimulation he’s about to endure.

The machine starts its relentless rhythm, programmed to penetrate him in just the right spot, over and over, with pinpoint precision. Each thrust presses mercilessly against his prostate, ...

In the notorious "Kneeling King" setup, our bound slave is fully exposed and vulnerable, strapped down and spread wide, every inch of him at the mercy of a preprogrammed fucking machine designed to drive him insane with pure, unrelenting pleasure. His rock-hard cock stands erect, dripping in anticipation, knowing there’s no escape from the deep, targeted prostate stimulation he’s about to endure.

The machine starts its relentless rhythm, programmed to penetrate him in just the right spot, over and over, with pinpoint precision. Each thrust presses mercilessly against his prostate, sending shockwaves through his entire body. His legs tremble, his toes curl, and he gasps, moans, and whimpers as the machine works him over, his breath catching in his throat as pleasure overwhelms him. The sounds he makes are raw and desperate—moans, groans, helpless gasps—all spilling out uncontrollably as his body succumbs to the machine’s powerful programming.

With every thrust, his cock leaks harder, throbbing as his hips start to buck, completely unable to resist the machine’s brutal, calculated rhythm. The machine was made for this—to bring him right to the edge, to draw out every reaction, every whimper, every quiver from his overstimulated body. He cries out, louder with each thrust, unable to hold back the waves of pleasure ripping through him, completely lost in the sensations.

Finally, the machine drives him to his breaking point, milking his prostate with a perfectly timed rhythm, until he’s compelled to explode in a shattering, body-wracking orgasm . His cock pulses and shoots load after load , completely drained as he cries out, broken, used, and utterly defeated. The machine leaves him quivering and spent, having milked every last drop out of him. This is ultimate control—absolute, programmed, and relentless pleasure that leaves him breathless and begging for mercy.