We use cookies to personalize content and ads, to provide social media features and to analyze our traffic. You consent to our cookies if you continue to use our website. Read our Privacy Policy to learn more.
Why in the world do you feel so groggy? The room is spinning, and you can’t tell where you are. You can’t move at all. The last thing you remember was… a date? Yeah, you were on a date. You were having a lovely date and this beautiful woman was about to take you back to her apartment. But that’s where the memories stop, and the current predicament begins.
She walks up to you. You’re in a basement of some kind. You try to lift your hands, but you find you cannot. “Oh good, you’re awake.” Your heart starts pounding in your chest and there’s a stirring in your cock. “Wasn’t that a nice date?” She smiles slyly, like the cat that got the cream. “Oh, did you think I was taking you back to my place to fuck you? Certainly not. I will, however, be harvesting your cum in a vastly different way. She pulls a set of vials from a freezer. She has a tray with funnels and lubricant at her side. “You are going to be lucky enough to be the latest in a series of men that have all donated their cum to my exploits. I like to take unsuspecting boys on dates and then harvest their cum for any number of uses.” She places a gloved hand on your cock, and you find you’re rock hard. “Oh good. That little pill I gave you earlier seems to be doing its job.” She squeezes your cock and in a mixture of fear and arousal you let out a small whimper. She smiles again. “Let’s see how much boy batter I can get out of you. Then we can discuss exactly how I’ll use it.”
