I need to be milked completely dry, but I don't deserve it

I need to be milked dry by a goonette. She would drain ever last drop from me. But sadly I don't deserve it. I deserve to stay denied and orgasm free forever. She has me strapped down to the cold metal table in the dimly lit dungeon, wrists and ankles bound with thick leather cuffs that bite into my skin, my legs spread wide eagle so my throbbing cock and heavy balls are completely exposed and vulnerable. No escape, no mercy, just her sadistic grin as she surveys her toy, ready to milk me dry until there's nothing left but agonizing dry heaves from my spent balls. I don't deserve this release, I deserve eternal denial, blue balled forever, but fuck, the thought of her forcing every last drop out makes my dick twitch in betrayal.

She starts slow, teasing with her latex gloved hands, wrapping one around my shaft in a vise grip, the other cupping my swollen ballsack, rolling them roughly like she's inspecting fruit about to burst. "You're gonna cum for me until you're empty, you pathetic cum factory," she hisses, stroking my cock with long, deliberate pumps, base to tip, twisting at the head to smear my leaking precum back down. Her thumb digs into my slit, forcing more out, then she ramps up, jerking me furiously until my hips buck against the restraints. The first load erupts like a geyser, thick ropes of hot cum splattering my chest and her gloves, but she doesn't stop. She milks through it, squeezing my cockhead like a tube of toothpaste, wringing out every spurt until I'm whimpering, oversensitive.

Not done. She grabs the prostate massager next, a thick, curved silicone monster slicked with lube. She shoves it deep into my ass without warning, probing right against my prostate, vibrating it on high while her other hand tugs my balls downward, stretching the sack taut. "Feel that, slut? Your prostate's my bitch now." The pressure builds fast, forcing a second orgasm from me, no stroking needed, just relentless buzzing and ball pulling. Cum dribbles out weaker this time, milky strands pooling on my stomach, but she keeps the vibe grinding, milking residual spurts until my hole clenches around it in futile protest.

She switches to the sounding rods, thin steel ones coated in lube, sliding the first one down my urethra inch by agonizing inch until it hits my bladder. The burn is exquisite torture, stretching my piss tube while she jerks the exposed base. "Cum from the inside out, drain those glands." It forces a third load, thin and watery, oozing around the rod as she fucks it in and out, my cock convulsing helplessly.

Electric play comes next, electrodes clamped to my ballsack and cockshaft, wired to a tens unit cranked high. Zaps pulse through my balls, making them contract involuntarily, pumping out whatever's left in weak, stuttering jets. She laughs as I scream, edging the current to force dry orgasms, my prostate twitching with nothing to give.

Finally, the vacuum pump, she seals my flaccid dick inside the cylinder, sucking hard until it swells purple and raw. Pumping relentlessly, she drains the absolute dregs, colorless fluid trickling out, my balls shriveled and empty, body shaking from endless forced climaxes. I'm ruined, completely dry, begging for denial now because even this torment was too much mercy. She pats my drained cock mockingly. Fuck, I need this for real.