New bull

Scientists have found how to use sperm. But sperm is effective only from jocks. The black market has found a way to extract it

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Greetings, I'm Jack, a solitary resident of a rustic forest hut where I dedicate my time to part-time lumberjack duties. My robust physique, a testament to both strenuous work in the woods and regular sessions at my personal gym, hints at a potential entry into bodybuilding competitions. Embracing solitude, I find solace in the tranquility of my woodland abode.

Today, I embark on another tree-falling venture, dressed in comfortable shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt that showcases my physique. The weather mirrors my enthusiasm for work--a sunny and pleasant day. Armed with an ax, casually slung over my muscular shoulder, I step out.

En route to the forest, my mind briefly ponders unsettling news reports about male abductions. Though a fleeting moment of fear crosses my thoughts, the notion of my vulnerability seems improbable. Dismissing the news as unlikely, I press on.

Upon discovering a suitable tree, I approach with determination, muscles tensed, and commence the rhythmic process of felling it. Each deliberate swing demands precision, creating a calming cadence of wood meeting axe. As fatigue sets in, beads of sweat adorn my body, prompting a well-deserved break. Shedding my shirt, the sunlight bathes my glistening, muscular frame--a radiant tableau of a hardworking individual finding respite in the heart of nature.

Breathing heavily and trying to cool off by fanning my T-shirt, I didn't notice someone coming up behind me. Suddenly, they put a cloth with chloroform on my face. I tried to resist, waving my arms and struggling, but the person was too strong. Despite my big muscles, I couldn't break free. I felt scared and desperate, and eventually, I fell into a deep sleep.

I began to slowly come to my feelings. I started to feel uneasy. I felt that my back was leaning against a rough tree, then I tried to move my limbs, but they were almost impossible to move. Opening my eyes, I noticed a man in front of me, wearing a tight T-shirt and a collar. His body was muscular and very relief. And he also had a boner. “What the fuck is he going to do to me?” I thought with confusion.

I tried to somehow get out. I noticed that I was sentenced to a tree, some strong ropes held me in place of my legs, hips, stomach, and my hands were sentenced to the surface of my head by a thick branch. "Let me go!", I shouted. But on the man's face there was only... Pity?..

"Let me go, I say, otherwise i…" i begged, but the man gagged my mouth. Now I could only grunt and moan. 

“God for giving me this, what is he going to do to me?” i thought. I moaned and tried to escape, and the bonds cut into my tense muscles. I pulled my way, flexing my biceps as hard as I could, but to no avail. 

"Mmmmmmmm," was all I could say to my captor. Tears welled up in my eyes.

Then the man took out 2 syringes, one of them was filled with blue liquid, and the second with white. I burst into tears, begging with my moans not to do what she had in mind. But he knew his job and had no intention of abandoning it. He used a blue syringe in my neck. After that he pulled my shorts down. I moaned in horror. 

“No! No! No! What is he going to do?” was on my mind. I tried to resist my slavery, but nothing worked. The man squeezed my testicles with his strong hands, and I immediately stopped resisting from the pain. He then used a white syringe into my balls. I roared. 

“What did he do?” flashed through my thoughts in horror, “Are my testicles going to fall off now? Who am I without them? Why do I need this?”

 I watched in horror as my captor pulled out a butt plug and lubricated it. I mumbled, trying to stop him, even though I knew how it would end. He stuck it into my ass as gently as he could that I barely felt any pain. Then the man walked away, leaving me shuddering in tears.

I tried to get out, tried to squirm as hard as I could, straining every muscle. But my strong body couldn't handle the ropes. Then I felt a jiggle in my testicles. It grew and grew. My cock became hard as a rock and pressed against my shorts, straining them. Something is happening and i don’t like it. Then the butt plug began to vibrate, strongly affecting my prostate. I couldn't cope with the sensations and started moaning. I wanted it to stop, but the need for orgasm grew and grew. 

I began to struggle with the ropes with renewed vigor, I wanted my hands to be untied just to touch my penis. I couldn't take it anymore, I kept moaning and moaning, the stimulation from the butt plug was driving me crazy, but it wasn't enough and it didn't stop. My shorts were all covered in my pre-cum.

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I heard a car park behind me. When the car doors opened, I heard several men laughing. Here it is my salvation. I started screaming in hopes that they would notice me. When they approached me, I felt ashamed of my situation. But at least they will save me. 

"So, who do we have here, the new bull?" said one of them with a predatory smile on his face. My heart dropped. The man started touching me, every muscle of mine. The second man lowered my precum-soaked shorts and whistled. he said it as if he had said it dozens of times, "He looks ready." 

I looked at my genitals in horror, my testicles were 6 times larger, and my penis was as rock hard as it had ever been! I started kicking, trying to free myself, but the ropes were still strong. 

"Now we'll see," said the other man with lust in his eyes.

 Suddenly he grabbed my dick and stroked it. After hours of sexual stimulation of the prostate and drugs, this stroking was too much. I moaned very loudly through the gag and my penis shot streams of sperm, I cum within a minute, a puddle of sperm spilled on the ground in front of me. I almost fainted. 

"This is a male. He'll bring us gallons of cum every day!" said one of the kidnappers with delight. "Let's untie him and take him to his new home."

“What did he say? Bull, male? What are they going to do to me?!” I thought in terror.

The kidnappers untied me, a third muscular man with a collar and a boner picked me up, put me on his shoulder like a sack and carried me to the car. My arms and legs were tied, but I was so weak after the orgasm that I could only moan quietly and move weakly. My penis was still hard and wanting more. The friction against the slave's shoulder made me cum again. The power of the orgasm was not inferior to the first one, I squirmed in ecstasy, and all the sperm poured onto the slave. 

"Damn, we forgot something!” said one of the rude men. “Slave, be careful, you will be punished for losing the material!".

 The bodybuilder, covered in sperm, carefully placed me in the spacious back of the van, and the kidnappers put a ring on the base of my penis, which immediately tightened and began to glow with a green light. 

Then they placed me in an upright position and secured my arms above me with chains to the wall of the van. It was only now that I noticed that there was another man chained to the wall in the van. He was big, muscular and wearing only white boxers, completely soaked in precum, with huge balls clearly visible from under them. He moaned pitifully and wriggled in the hope of release. 

Soon I came down from the orgasm and felt like I wanted to cum again. I was kidnapped and what fate awaits me now. All the way I squirmed and moaned together with another bodybuilder. Must Cum! 

I want all this to stop and for me to return home to my work and watching porn on the computer so bad. I tried to free my hands to touch my penis, but it was all in vain. A puddle of precum had already formed under us.

I felt the van suddenly turn and stop. The same men opened the van door and said with a mocking smile, "Well, welcome home, young bulls!" 

Then they put metal collars with a specific number on us. They unhooked our hands from the walls, untied our legs and warned that if we tried to do anything, we would be given an electric shock. Then they attached leashes to our collars and led us into a large building. 

When we entered it, my ears were filled with the moans and grunts of dozens of naked men. They were all muscular and sweaty with huge balls, each of them tied to a rectangle shaped post, with arms, legs and collars tied to the sides, and tubes attached to their asses and dicks leading somewhere under the floor. They all squirmed and moaned, and sperm flowed from their penises through the pipe.

One of the bodybuilder slaves in tight clothes tied me to one and racks, tore my dirty shorts, completely washed my body and my penis and balls. Each touch caused me sexual stimulation and I could not hold on any longer, but the ring did not allow me to cum, so I just moaned and squirmed. 

Then they put the device on my penis, took out the anal plug and replaced it with another hose. The light on my cock ring turned blue and the milking machine began to make sucking movements. 

Almost as soon as I was allowed to cum, I came. All around me, muscular men were moaning as they also released their loads into the milking machine.

 I want all this to end. But now I'm just a milking cow, I have no personality. I screamed through the gag in desperation, experiencing orgasm after orgasm, releasing gallons of sperm.

At first I tried to resist, but the stimulation was too strong. I came every 5 minutes. I lost track of time and my orgasms. I just gave up. At the end of the day, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I came for the last time. Even this last one produced more sperm than I have been able to do until this day. I was so tired, my dick hurt, but it was still hard. 

Suddenly one of the slaves in tight clothes approached. He removed the device and the anal tube from me, but instead put an anal plug in my ass, which began to slowly vibrate. The ring on my penis lit up red, which means I am forbidden to cum. He sprayed some kind of spray into my mouth and inserted a tube into my esophagus. He poured some kind of blue mucus-like substance into me. Then he put the tube away. I think it was my food. 

Then two men came. One man was big, bigger than me, and he said, "So, so, is this him you told me about, Gabe?". 

"Yes, he is our goldmine," said the second. 
Then the big man unhooked me from the counter and put me on his shoulder.  "Now it's time to have some fun," he said, slapping me on the buttocks. I moaned into the gag and a drop of precum spilled onto his suit.