Milking factory
by Staffido
3 Feb 2024 5401 readers Score 8.7 (51 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
This is the story from the "New bull" universe. Enjoy
Matthew, the boss of the milking parlor, eagerly awaited his guests. Extensive preparations had been made, and the anticipation of substantial income filled the air. The primary revenue stream was well-established, ensuring profits far outweighed the expenses for maintaining the complex.
Invitations were extended to a diverse array of gang leaders, mafia figures, and proxies capable of financing the clandestine gathering. Matthew's eyes sparkled with anticipation of the windfall to come. The exorbitant price for a single tour promised a lucrative return.
In his office, one of the attendant workers approached, informing Matthew that all the guests had arrived. With a dreamy smile, Matthew rose from his desk, ready to greet the attendees.
“Hello, dear gentlemen! Welcome to the biggest sperm factory!” Matthew said, looking at the faces of the people gathered in the hall of his house. These were some of the richest and most powerful people, many of whom were over 50. They sipped drinks, ate snacks and enjoyed small talk with each other while scantily clad muscular slaves served these drinks and snacks.
“I won’t torment you. I suggest you immediately go on an excursion to the milking shop!” The boss said, rubbing his hands.
Entering the milking parlor, they were immediately greeted by moans from men. These were moans of despair and pleasure. To the right and left stood rows of large, muscular men with big balls, chained to counters and gagged. They were all connected to milking machines and fired shot after shot. On the second floor, in the form of a terrace, there was the same picture.
While the whole procession walked between the rows of bulls, Matthew turned to the gentlemen, “Here, as you see, primary production takes place. Our scientists have found that the sperm of men with large, trained muscles contains one very important chemical element, which, when reacted with a special substance, turns sperm into a valuable product more valuable than gold.
“Processed bodybuilder sperm increases longevity, improves the condition of the liver, kidneys, blood, skin, and also promotes better muscle recovery, keeps them in a state of tone,” Matthew said, looking at the men gawking at the moaning bulls. Some openly rubbed their crotches. “You can touch them.”
As the guests groped the studs trying to escape the lustful hands, Matthew continued, “These men were kidnapped from different parts of the world. The main criterion is large muscle mass. Once a week they are injected with a powerful aphrodisiac developed by our scientists, which keeps their members erect for days.
“They also inject a special drug into their testicles, increasing spermiogenesis hundreds of times.” At these words, one of the men whistled, rubbing the huge, sperm-filled scrotum of one of the bulls. “The sperm is extracted by milking machines attached to their penises. They also have a tube inserted into their rectum to remove waste and stimulate the prostate.
“They are milked for 12 hours. Before and after milking, they are fed a mixture that contains everything necessary to maintain the body during such a life. It also contains our products. After milking, they are chained in sleeping rooms.”
Matthew walked up to one of the slaves cleaning the area and pinched his nipple. The slave screamed in fear of the boss. Matthew began to examine other parts of the slave's body, while saying, “Studs who produce an unsatisfactory amount of sperm become slaves who perform various tasks caring for the premises and bulls. But they are still milked 5 hours a day. They are taught submissiveness, not sex,” Matthew looked at the squirming studs, all trying to escape their new lives, and licked his lips lustfully, “How can one enjoy a submissive victim?”
Then they all headed back to the house, to the spacious hall where the guests were just gathering. Matthew clapped his hands and proclaimed to the whole hall, “Now gentlemen, let's try the drink of the gods!” Simultaneously with these words, the slaves rolled into the hall on gurneys in an upright position two young muscular bulls with the bodies of Greek gods, who were tied to the gurney so that they could not move. Their engorged cocks faced forward, leaking pre-cum in anticipation of emptying. The rings at the base of their members glowed red. And their perfect faces were full of horror. Matthew specially selected the most beautiful ones for the dinner party.
Matthew pointed the remote control at the rings around the bodybuilders' cocks, set the sperm output to a certain value, and they glowed orange. Studs immediately began trying to get out of the bonds and moaning, shaking their heads. Matthew grabbed the penis of one of them, the bull shuddered and moaned even louder into his gag. Matthew took the glass with the blue liquid and brought it to the jock's penis. “You should have realized by now that this is no longer yours, boy,” the boss said quietly and began to massage the stone and twitching rod. Matthew watched with sadistic pleasure as the guy tried to restrain himself, as he struggled with himself and moaned. Then, after 30 seconds, the stud tenses all its muscles and releases just enough sperm to fill the glass.
The young man is shaking all over in orgasmic convulsions, showing everyone his prominent muscles. Meanwhile, Matthew mixed the sperm and the substance with a glass rod, obtaining a bluish drink. “For you, come on! Enough for everyone! And remember: you can touch,” after the spoken words, the men, fascinated by the scene, took their glasses and headed towards the studs.
Matthew watched as the men pounced on the two bulls, groping them everywhere. These rich men could barely restrain themselves, limiting themselves to only spanking the sweaty sculpted body, squeezing the nipples, stroking the penis and penetrating the anus of the studs with their fingers. And the jocks at this time moaned, squirmed, begging the lustful men to stop, and filled the glasses with their seed.
He knew that these large, unfinished eggs could feed this entire crowd. Their endless howling and attempts to escape only turned Matthew and the other men on. Not a single place on their sculptured body was left untouched. Most likely, no one touched them before these rich people, this took their suffering to a new level.
Matthew watched as one of the bulls had one final orgasmic spasm that rippled through his toned muscles as he came into his last glass. The rings on their twitching and still thirsty cocks prevented them from releasing all the cum during an orgasm.