There's no real need to spend hours interrogating a subject. Just leave him for a few days with a cocksucking demonic construct and by the time you come back he'll be singing like a canary!

He grunted and groaned, oversensitive from the last four orgasms that he pumped into the toy. He didn't know it was cursed, unable to pull out of the slimy cocksleeve as it squeezed down on his cock. All he could do was hope someone found him before he was drained completely dry.

He hasn't had an actual orgasm in weeks. The poltergeist has a particularly nasty habit, waiting for the man to jerk off until he's ready to blow his wad only to grab his wrists as he tilts over the edge and pull them behind his head, forcing him to ruin his orgasm.

He doesn't feel proud about it, but a man's gotta eat. Ever since he had been turned into a vampire, he had been draining his brothers dry of their spunk and then using his hypnotic magic to remove the memory for their brain, none of them having any idea why their balls ached.

The bell boy kept humping helplessly into the warlock's anus. "UGH, FUCK, c'mon man just let me NUT!"

"Stop talking. You aren't cumming until my prostate is empty. Keep complaining and I'm taking your balls with me when I leave."

The small drones fell upon on the town in a matter of minutes, slipping onto men's cocks and immediately beginning to vibrate. No matter what, the men couldn't pull the small rubber rings off their dongs, eventually having to submit their orgasms to the random act of perversion.

Fuckrubbers are dangerous demonspawn that sneak through the veil wherever it is thin. They infiltrate men's houses while they sleep and swallow their cocks, bouncing and draining intelligence with every orgasm until all that's left is a braindead husk ready to be possessed.

For the mercenary groups of the Outlands, training doesn't end when you go to bed. Most companies provide their soldiers with toys and fake pussies to practice reaping the spoils of their raids on farming villages and peaceful towns.