There's The Beef

"Such an impressive quantity for your first milking," said the stern male voice. "You'll certainly make a prize heifer."

Just hours ago the straight boy had been leaving the office for the night, looking forward to a weekend of drinks with the lads and flirting with hot girls, when he was ambushed by a gang of thugs. He thought they were going to mug him, dressed all smart as he was in his suit, but the truth was far more sinister – and far weirder. Dragged kicking and shouting into the back of a parked van, his clothes ripped from his body, stripped down to his underwear, hands groping him and tying him up as he was transported to God-only-knows-where.

He certainly never suspected that he'd been selected for capture as a cum cow, or that he'd find himself thrown into a cage with several other young men – all naked, bound and shivering with panic and confusion – while waiting to be blindfolded and strapped into this bondage sling by a group of depraved horny homos. He'd never even encountered the term 'cum cow' or fully understood exactly what these perverts wanted with him, but the way they talked about him – 'heifer', 'bull', 'livestock' – made him shudder with righteous indignation... and anxious dread.

"Where the fuck am I? Who are you? What do you want? Don't fucking touch me, creep! No! I said get off!"

He was a feisty young bull, his muscles bulging as he bared his teeth and desperately yanked at his restraints with defiant ire, his hunky body humiliatingly sprawled out in the sling, legs akimbo, wrists and ankles strapped in tight, his limp juicy cock flopping around. The blindfold only heightened his sense of confusion and terror as he tried to comprehend his situation.

"This is wrong... you can't do this! Please," his voice wavered with a glimmer of alarm, "I'll give you whatever you want, money, anything. You don't have to do this."

"We're not interested in your money," said a stern male voice.

"Wh-who are you?"

"I am the director of this facility."

"Facility? The fuck?!"

"You have been identified as prime cum cow material and will be routinely milked every day; every drop of your semen will be harvested, collected and preserved for sale. You will know no life outside these walls. No-one will find you. You have one task to perform from now on – the continual and abundant production of cum. We will of course feed you, rest you as necessary, in order to nourish your body and replenish your balls. You will endure this until we are satisfied that you have been throughly drained beyond your usefulness, or until the quality of your milk declines – whichever occurs first. Now, let us begin."

And that was it. The whole macabre scenario explained in an eerily calm voice as if it were something so banal, so ordinary. The straight boy's heart rate increased, his body shivered with sweat, and a wave of nausea washed over him as he listened in abject horror to the outlandish ordeal being described to him.

The continual and abundant production of cum?

"What the fucking hell are you talking about, you psycho?! What! What is this? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

The straight boy ranted and raved, but there was no reply. He felt hands touching him. He felt something being taped to his perky nipples. He felt something cold and greasy being pressed against his tight virgin asshole.

"Oh what the fuuughh... fuck, no, nugh... agh... no, no, stop, wait... stop, no... uuugghhh... ffffuugghhh... FUCK YOU, FUCK, NO, PLEASE, PLEASE!" The metallic dildo, thickly coated with oily lube, was snugly inserted deep into his ass despite his wilful attempts to resist. It started to buzzzzzz noisily, emitting an intense vibration inside him. He gasped with shock, mouth agape and eyes wide with sudden fright and disbelief. This was happening. Holy fuck, this was actually happening.

And then the electrodes taped to his chest started to hum quietly as they pulsated and stimulated his sensitive nipples. His body trembled, his teeth chattered, his toes wriggled nervously, his fists clenched and he started to feel dizzy as the words tormented his mind...

...routinely milked...

...harvested...

...throughly drained...

"Nuuuugh, no, oh fuck, no... aaahh... Jeeeesssuusss... this isn't fucking real, thissss can't be... uuuhhh... whaaat are you doing to meeee...?"

And then he felt the feather, gently teasing his balls, stroking his dick, tickling his taint... and he felt his dick twitch and stiffen... slowly getting harder and harder... and he tried to fight it... oh God, he tried so hard to fight the sickening arousal that his defenceless body was being subjected to... he tried to shout for help, but all he could do was bleat incoherently...

And then, when his dick was almost fully erect, he felt something smooth and round being rested against his big heavy balls. It started to vibrate as intensely as the dildo in his ass, making his nuts jiggle about and coaxing his dick to stand straight up in the air, erect and throbbing – and ready to be milked.

The straight boy continued to plead and protest as he felt his hard cock being inserted into a tube... the insides were wet and clung to his rigid shaft... he shook his head in blind panic, terrified of what they were going to do to him. He couldn't produce cum on command! What the hell was wrong with these sickos?

"No, no, no... no... this is wrong, this... this is so wrong, you can't fucking do this! You've gotta be fucking kidding me! Aaahh... uuuuhhh... stop, oh God, stop...!"

But it was too late. There was a clicking sound... a low-level whirring... and the cock pump began to rhythmically jerk him off against his will.

"Aaahhhhh... no, nuuugh... naaah... oh fuck... gah... God... fuuh... fuck, fuuuuuhh... ssstop, stop, please... pleeeeaaahh... please, nuuh... uuunnnhhhh God..."

He gasped. He squirmed. He trembled. He groaned. He panted. He shook with rage, humiliation, shock, fear and distress. And then he –

"Ungh... uuungh... fuuuck... no, no... uuunnnghh... no, please, not... not like this... uuuuuhhh... aaaahhh... ungh... ungh... ungh... ungh... ungh... ungh..." The straight boy released a series of spurts into the pump: one spurt... two spurts... three spurts... four spurts... five spurts... unaware that each eruption of jizz was being siphoned out of the pump into a container beneath the sling... six spurts...

Finally he felt something being pushed into his open mouth. It felt like a big rubber dick. He gagged and choked and tried to spit it out, but it was too big. A strap was tightened around his head to secure it in place, pressing against his tongue as he tried to scream.

"Nnnnnnggggghhh!"

"Cows have no right to protest," said the stern male voice. "They need only produce."

"Hhhhhnnngghh, mmmmppphhh!"

The straight boy struggled to comprehend the fact that he had been reduced to little more than a bull, to serve no purpose other than to keep producing load after load after load of warm sticky spunk. In the back of his mind he prayed for someone to rescue him; Scotland Yard, the FBI, his family, anyone. Surely someone would find him? He couldn't endure this repulsive torture any longer – and it had only just begun.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh... uuuuungh... unnnnghh... uuuunghhh..."

And the cum continued to ooze out of his aching dick.

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"Such an impressive quantity for your first milking," said the stern male voice. "You'll certainly make a prize heifer."

"Mmmmph... mmmph... uuunnngghh..." All the bull could do was whimper pathetically as the pump continued to bounce up and down on his sore cock, tirelessly jerking him off as he twitched and tugged weakly at his restraints.

It had been hours. How many, he couldn't tell. He had lost all sense of time and place. He had lost count of the amount of times he had shot his load. He felt hot breath against his cheek and the voice in his ear said:

"Welcome to The Creamery, straight boy."

THE END