Bring Your Own Bull

‘Get your fucking hands off me, let me go! No! Stop!’

The guys burst through the door with this wild young buck who was kicking and shouting. They held him firm as he struggled violently, dug his heels in, and tried to break free of their collective grip.

‘Hey, fellas!’ cried one of the guys, ‘Little help? We got us a real feisty fucker here!’ A bunch of us hurried over to help our buddies drag the insolent straight boy into the room. We hauled him over to the shackles dangling from the ceiling, held his arms above his head, and locked his wrists into the metal cuffs, raising him up onto his tiptoes and stretching his body taut.

‘Rrrgh, what the fuck is this? I said let me go! Bastards, you can’t do this!’

I slipped my hand into his pocket, pulled out his driver’s licence and checked the details. ‘Welcome to the party... Luke. We’ve decided to make you our honorary bull for the night.’

‘Whut?! The fuck are you talking about?’

‘That’s right, stud. You’re gonna keep us satisfied with all the fresh milk you can produce – whether you want to or not. Get his clothes off.’

We began to tear the clothes from his struggling body: lifting his flailing legs to remove his shoes and socks, ripping his shirt off, and pulling his jeans down and throwing them aside. The whole time he protested and made empty threats and thrashed against his restraints, humiliated to be exposed to a room full of gay guys, strung up by his wrists in just his underwear. We groped that fucker all over, feeling him up, running our hands up and down his legs, squeezing his shapely butt through his tight boxer briefs and grabbing at his bulge, burying our noses in his pits to sniff and lick with ticklish tongues, hands molesting his chest and abs, taking turns to pinch and suck his pert nipples.

‘Urgh, no, get away from me, you pervs! Nuugh, fuck... get off me, stop! Don’t touch me! No, don’t – don’t you fucking do that, no! Fuck... somebody help me, please, help me!’

SMACK! I gave the bull a good slap on the butt.

‘Anngh!’ Luke yelped through clenched teeth and scowled at me. With a sharp tug, I yanked his underwear down and a cheer rose up from the guys as his meaty cock and balls flopped out.

‘Whoa fuck, check out the udder on this bull!’

‘Mmm, yeah, can’t wait to drain those nuts!’

‘You sick fucks, let me go! Jesus, no... what are you gonna do to me?’

We kicked his legs apart and clamped a long spreader bar between his ankles, pinning his feet wide apart, leaving him totally exposed and defenceless. We forced his mouth open and jammed a big shiny red ball gag in there, securing it nice and tight with his teeth clamped firmly around it. And as he fought us, his limp dick flopped about and his heavy cream-filled balls bounced around, giving the guys a good show and getting everyone even more horned-up.

This party was just getting started.

As we sipped our beers and rubbed our growing bulges through our pants, we took turns trying to get our new captive bull hard against his will. A couple of us grabbed two powerful massage wands. He watched with eyes wide and full of rage.

‘Mmmmmppphh! Nnngh! Nrrrrgh, ngh, uggh rrrggh!’ Luke desperately tugged at his shackles and shook his head furiously as we went to work on him, rubbing the vibrating wands up and down the insides of his quivering thighs and holding them side-by-side directly under his nuts, both massage wands pressed against the sack.

‘Hehe, yeah, look at those balls jiggle...’

‘Gonna get so much cream out of those nuts!’

‘Mmmph, nggh, nugh ggrrrggh!’ There was nothing Luke could do to evade the intense pulsations of the joint wands as we rubbed them back and forth across his taint, then held them under his nut sack again.

Meanwhile some of the other guys were sexually manipulating the rest of the bull’s sexy body. They took a pair of electric toothbrushes to his nipples and let the whirring bristles buzz against the pink tips as they got harder and increasingly sensitive. They stroked feathers up and down his sides and waggled them deep in his exposed pits to gently tickle and tease him, while he flinched and snorted through his nose.

Then there was the anal stimulation. Luke’s eyes were wide with shock at the sight of the vibrating butt plug being slathered with lube. The guys pulled his peachy butt cheeks apart to display his clenched virgin hole, watching it pucker as they playfully prodded at it with probing fingers, taking turns to slip their tongues in there, greedily eating him out while he whimpered and hollered through the gag, before inserting the purring plug.

‘Unngh! Nnngh! Ngh, ngh, nggggh!’ The straight boy winced and tried to resist with all his strength, but there was nothing he could do to stop the plug from sinking deep into his ass.

And while the wands throbbed around his nuts and taint, and the toothbrushes buzzed against his erect nips, and the feathers tickled his pits, and the plug vibrated against his prostate, his cock slowly began to twitch and grow.

‘Nrrgh! Uggh, uuugh, fuugh urgh! Mmmph!’

‘Yeah, let’s get this fucker nice and hard...’

We knew it’d take time and patience. As weak and susceptible to sexual stimulation as straight boy bodies are, their defiant attempts to resist can present a challenge. Luke thrashed against his shackles and protested through his gag, his body squirming and writhing furiously as he tried to fight all the unwanted sexual attention, his legs trembling, fists clenched tight, and cock semi-hard...

‘Oh yes, there we go... don’t try to fight it, straight boy... you’re just a bull, born to produce milk... and there’s nothing you can do to stop us taking every fucking drop...’

‘Unnnff!’ Luke looked down in horror at his growing cock, a single bead of crystal-clear pre-cum slowly oozing from the slit. He was almost fully erect now and totally powerless to control his body’s reactions.

‘Fuck, I think he’s ready to spill! Quick, grab a glass! It’s milk time!’ We continued to ravish his body with feathers, brushes, and vibrators as someone handed me an empty glass tumbler which I held under the tip of his throbbing dick, catching sticky little droplets of pre-cum.

‘Nugh! Nugh, nugh, nugh!’ Luke grunted, shaking his head, determined not to cum. I took hold of his cock and began vigorously jerking him off.

‘Mmm, such a horny stud... such a bull... give up that cream, boy... empty those nuts for us...’

‘Unngh! Ungh, ungh, ungh! Uggh! Uuuugh!’ With a grunt of panic, Luke shot his first load straight into the glass. A thick white gooey spurt of jizz erupted from his slit and trickled down the inside of the tumbler. The guys kept on tickling and tormenting his unwillingly aroused body as I continued to jerk him and jerk him and jerk him: jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk jerk...

With another agonised groan, he spurted another creamy load into the glass, quickly followed by another, and another. We’d broken his wilful straight boy defences, and now nothing could stop us from forcibly taking his cum for our perverted pleasure.

...spurt spurt........................spurt........spurt......spurt spurt.............spurt.............spurt...

Luke’s face was flushed with embarrassment and rage. The glass was barely a quarter full of “milk”, but I took a sip anyway.

‘Mmm, very flavoursome,’ I said, licking my lips. Luke scowled in disgust. ‘This will make a delicious savoury accompaniment to go with our party snacks!’

Luke puffed and panted angrily through his nose, repulsed at the idea of being forced produce spunk on command for a bunch of queers to consume.

We started with hamburgers. Each of the guys took turns keeping the bull horny with the various ‘stimulators’ while the burgers were grilled and the buns toasted. Luke could only gurgle and moan helplessly as every inch of his trembling body was attacked with feathers, fingers, tongues, vibrators, and brushes. Sniggering through his nose as his pits were tickled, unable to pull his arms down to defend himself. Teeth chattering against his tight ball gag as his perky nips were sucked, tweaked, pinched, toothbrushed, and feathered. Snorting with miserable laughter as tongues dipped in and out of his belly button, swishing around deep in his tummy hole. Fingers scribbling up and down his ribs and sides as he squirmed in vain against his shackles, desperate to evade the molesting hands. His cock carefully edged with feathers tickling his balls, stroking along the shaft, and swizzling around the mushroom head, ceasing every time his moans grew louder and keeping him from cumming for just... a... little... while... longer...

‘Who wants a little sauce on their burger?’ I said with a wry smile. The guys responded enthusiastically. Luke responded furiously. I removed the top bun from one of the hamburgers, held it under the bull’s twitching udder, and jerked him off again.

‘Grrrrrnnngh! Nrgh, nrgh! Urrrgh... uuuggh, uggh... uggh... ungh, ungh, uuungh!’ Luke had been teased and edged for so long, it took barely a stroke to coax out a big fat splurge of white cream onto the burger. I replaced the top bun and handed it to the first guy, who took a big bite right in front of Luke’s appalled face.

‘Mmm, perfect burger sauce!’

‘Urrrrgh! Ungh! Nugh, ngh...!’

‘Oh, don’t stop now, bull. You still got a lot of sauce to produce!’ And with that, I took the next burger and jerked out another spurt of deviant relish.

Luke groaned with disgust, wincing and whining, as he was forced to give up enough ‘special sauce’ to flavour each hamburger. While we ate, he was kept on edge again just as before, giving his balls a chance to refill, and giving him time to wonder with dread what we’d do with him next, until it was time for more snacks – and more sauce.

‘Unnnnnffff! Ngggh... rrrrgh nugh, puuugh!’ Now it was time for him to fill a small bowl for us to dip our nachos into, whether he wanted to or not. I jerked him off into the bowl nice and slow, making the most of all the edging he’d been forced to endure.

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‘Uuuuuuuuuuugh... nugh... ugg... mmmph... ungh, ungh... uuuugh...’ Drool dribbled from his ball gag as he moaned and shivered, powerless to stop his cock from spurting and spurting and spurting into the bowl, filling it up one milky load at time.

‘Mmm, so much creamy dip... just give it up, stud...’

Luke could struggle and protest as much as he liked; it didn’t stop the cream flowing from his cock. He cringed with revulsion as the guys passed the bowl of his seed around and dipped their nachos and breadsticks into it.

‘God, he’s so productive, even for a horny young stud! I bet he’s got sooo much more milk to give...’ said one of the guys with a grin.

‘Hell yeah, we need to get this fucker hooked up to a milker, for sure!’ agreed another guy. I could see the growing concern and confusion on Luke’s face. Hooked up to a milker...?

‘Damn right, I want a jar of this cutie’s nut to take home,’ said another guy.

‘Mmmph...!?’ Luke’s semi-erect cock jutted out in front of him as he tried to yank his wrists out of the shackles over his head, shuffling awkwardly with his ankles clamped in the spreader bar. Jar...? JAR?!

‘Me too, I want a jar!’

‘And me!’

‘Make that another!’

Well, damn, this boy’s nut was popular. Luckily I was well stocked-up on empty jars...

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‘Uggh, uugh... gugh... oh God, fuck... aaaah, fuck... sssstop, please... nugh... no, no...’

Luke was tied down on his back with his legs in the air, spread wide apart, as his straight boy hole was steadily drilled by a fucking machine. Vibrating pads were taped to his nipples and nuts, and his hard cock was inserted into a pump which was connected to a milking machine.

While the pump jerked up and down on the bull’s udder, noisily sucking out one thick gloopy spurt after another to fill the tank on the milking machine, the guys took turns tickling the soles of his bare feet and nibbling on his toes.

‘Hahaha... uuugh... hehehehe... fuck, uugh... please, no more... haha... sick freaks!’ He couldn’t stop himself from giggling as fingers crept up and down his soles, and tongues slithered between his wiggling toes, grunting with each spurt he was forced to surrender to the pump, watching in panic as the tank slowly began to fill with his precious straight boy seed.

‘Uugh, uugh... naaah... nugh... uggh, please... sssstop, stop... uuugh, ungh, ungh...’

‘Don’t stop cumming, bull. You got a lot of jars to fill. You’re finally fulfilling your true purpose in life. This is what you were born for. Producing milk for gay pervs. That’s all you gotta do.’

‘Uuugggh... ffffuck yooooou...’ Luke gritted his teeth as he tried to endure the relentless juddering of the dildo in and out of his tight hole, the powerful slurping of the pump on his aching cock, and the tickle assault on his sensitive feet.

...spurt spurt.................spurt......spurt................spurt spurt spurt..........spurt......spurt...

Luke’s raw dick continued to succumb to the perpetual jerk jerk jerk of the pump, giving up every delectably creamy load he could produce – and boy, could that bull produce! And when we’d harvested enough, we started to spoon it into jars while the guys took sadistic pleasure in telling him how they intended to enjoy it.

‘Gonna use it to cream up my morning coffee!’

‘Might try spreading it on toast, haha...’

‘I bet it’d make a delicious pizza topping!’

‘Steak sauce?’

‘A nice mayo substitute!’

‘Urrrgh, fuck you, no... hahaaaahh... uggh, uggh... you’re sick... uuuggh... you’re fucked-up, you... aaahh... hehehe... ugggh, uugh... no... no more, no, no, nuuuurrgghh...’ With a strangled gurgle, Luke ejaculated yet another spurt into the pump and watched it get sucked through the tube into the tank of thick white cream.

And all the while we continued to suck on his tasty toes, and waft feathers over his twitching soles, and fill more jars with his nut, as his ass was mechanically violated and his balls were thoroughly drained. And if he thought I’d let such a cum-filled, productive bull go free any time soon... he was very much mistaken.

THE END