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Tournesol blowrocket

... break free. For my other arm, duck tape, applied with my free hand and the same for my legs. I set a favourite video to play on xhamster, a hour long, should be about right I thought, and set the machine going at just below medium. I’d made up a cradle of masking tape held by a weight. Push the pencil away and I was trapped. My cock was being gripped firmly by the machine and it rhythmically stroked away. The Tournesol blowrocket is as promised in the video very quiet, so the sound from my video didn’t have to be too loud. My video choice, a collection of 1970’s Colour Climax. Brilliant. Now not knowing what to expect, as the videos are construction ones and don’t show the user actually using his invention, I didn’t know how long things would take to work, and I am sure it will vary from one user to another. There’s no mistake the sensation is not unlike getting a brilliant blow job, or a very tight fuck. Fearing potential damage to my most favorite organ I used liberal amounts of lubrication and the rubber slide easily over me. One part of the video came on that’s always been a favorite of mine and I became a bit more aroused. Now the sensation changed entirely. Had I use of the control I’d have wacked the speed up, but tied as I was to the chair I had to endure the slow, and constant stroke of the machine. I felt an orgasm start from deep inside and at a languorous pace climb up my shaft until it finally reached my end and exploded. And then again, and then again. I ...

... counted at least three big spurts and numerous smaller ones. Now I happen to know that this particular video is 20 mins into the hour, so for 20 odd minutes this machine slowly brought me up to a stunning climax, something the likes I’ve not had for a long time. There’s no doubt being tied and held back added to the pleasure. But once in there, the machine and unable to move away, the machine continued, unabaited. Unlike any lover I have had before there was no stopping, no stopping because you said to stop, or because they are tired, or they’d had their fill! Oh no this machine continued at it’s pace. Sensations like the ones you have just after coming continued for the next 15 minutes. Too nice to try and break away and stop it, and just at a level not yet causing discomfort, but it seemed to lurk not too far away. And then it started again, I felt my cock growing inside this mechanical sexual monster, and as my cock filled the gaps left by my previous orgasm so began my second. Unlike the first this one seemed to be taking much longer to reach its destination. Each ripple seemed to be teasing my sperm a millimeter at a time up my shaft. And with each millimeter travel the sensitivity on my helmet grew and grew. This was too much and I fought against my bonds. I wanted the machine to go faster to release me from this heaven and hell sensation of cuming but not yet cuming. But my bonds did their work and held me firm, and the machine carried on at it’s unhurried pace. As if my ...