Nathaniel's eyes rolled shut and he let out a stuttering groan when the machine stopped fucking him and just ended up depositing more of the fluid inside him. He felt so full. He groaned again when Alan touched his back, his spine arching up into the touch like a cat. Sweat beaded his forehead and he whimpered, eyes rolling shut. "Yes," he breathed. There was so much inside him. All plugged up inside him. He sobbed at the words, needing more. It was almost too much for him.<br/><br/>"Oh god. Sir. Sir, please. I need to cum. Please let me cum," he sobbed, tear-streaked face lifting to Alan's, trying to stare at him. He cried out in pain and pleasure when Alan touched his aching cock. "Please please." He was leaking and aching so hard it hurt, and yet felt so good. All the fluid, both his own and what Alan had pumped inside of him, was plugged up, helpless to lay there and take whatever Alan wanted to do to him. He rocked his hips back into the dildo, but it wouldn't budge, wouldn't move. More fluid was being put into him and he whined and dropped his head, begging under his breath.