The Secret Femdom Society of Prostate Milking.

A leak. Not by accident. Madeline sent it herself, a warning shot across every cock in the city. These women want your cum. All of it. They plan to use it, breed with it, and birth the next generation of Divine Bitches. Patrick Knight doesn’t know that yet. They snatched him off the street, blindfolded, hauled him into the cold belly of the Armory, and stripped him bare. Masked figures circle him, robes brushing skin. Straps creak. A thick dildo pushes past his hole in one hard thrust, then another follows, pounding him open while the head mistress slips a single finger behind his balls and strokes once, twice, sending a tremor straight through his core. His shaft jerks, heavy and leaking, the pressure inside building fast. He fights the urge to come but the finger keeps working, relentless, until his balls tighten and give up their load in thick, helpless spurts. They collect every drop, smiling behind the masks, already thinking about the next man.