New bull

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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This man carried me through the entire milking factory. I began to more or less come to my senses after my last orgasm. I started trying to escape from the man’s grip, but I didn’t have enough strength, milking sucked all my strength, so the man easily interrupted his attempts by hitting me on the ass with his palm. I screamed through the gag, receiving pain and pleasure. My body was very sensitive and my engorged and trembling penis reacted to every touch.

I saw people approaching dairy bulls, doing the same actions that they did to me. They were untied and taken to the sleeping cells. Many of the men were so weakened that they moved with noticeable effort. Some of the men collapsed from exhaustion and were dragged toward the sleeping cells like pieces of muscle meat. And even in fainting, their used members stood at attention.

“Oh yes, these are no longer their cocks,” I thought, realizing all the bitterness of my fate, “And my penis, too, no longer belonged to me.”

The big man entered the elegant mansion, climbed the stairs and entered a spacious office. The first thing that caught my eye was the main decorations of this room.

In the room was a golden cage with a man inside. He was very muscular. His sculpted body was emphasized by ancient Greek attire, the bottom was covered almost to the knees, his strong arms were clearly visible, and his torso was only half open, so that only one nipple and part of the abs were visible. There was a golden wreath on his head and a golden gag in his mouth. His entire body was enclosed in chains that were attached to the bars of the cage, forcing him to stand in one position with only a little freedom of movement. His arms were spread out to the sides and one leg was raised. His penis clearly protruded from his robes.

The second muscular stud sat on a sculpture of a horse. His hands were tied together in front and tied to the horse's neck, his legs were also tied tightly to the sculpture. He was wearing an unbuttoned sleeveless denim jacket, which gave a great view of his sculpted arms, as well as his large pecs and perfect abs. His big legs were dressed in jeans, on which the outline of a boner and large balls were clearly visible. He was wearing a handkerchief gag and had a cowboy hat on his head.

These two hunks were simply the perfection of male beauty. And both of them wriggled as best they could. They pushed their pelvis forward in the hope of releasing their sacks, moaning occasionally. Their faces depicted agony and pleasure.

“This crazy pervert uses men as furniture!” I thought with terrible understanding. “Does the same fate really await me?!” In fear, I began to try to escape from the grip and run as far as possible from this damned place.

“Calm down, you bastard!” The man said in a commanding tone as he roughly shoved several fingers into my ass. I yelped at this sudden penetration and hung there awaiting my fate.

I didn't notice there was another person in the room until he spoke, “Hello, boss!” He said enthusiastically, “I did everything as you asked. These studs are clothed, their butt plugs are vibrating at maximum power, and they have a tube inserted into their penises that is in lock mode to keep them from leaking.”

"Great. I brought our main course. Prepare him." said the boss in a tone that brooks no argument.

"Will be done!" said the man and accepted my tired body, with effort he dragged me onto the pedestal.

“Main course? Me?" I thought in bewilderment, again making attempts to resist, but they immediately hit me in the stomach and promptly tied my hands to the bars behind my back, so that they were bent. My legs were picked up at the knees and bandaged. My belly was also secured to the bars at the back using rope. In the end, I could barely move.

My big muscles were useless after such a hard day of endless unloading, and in such a bound state my body was just a toy for these perverts. My cock ached and throbbed, spewing clear liquid and wanting more, and my balls were just waiting to release all their manhood even after a whole day of milking. I suppressed a groan of disappointment, but I couldn't suppress a groan of sexual arousal.

“Almost ready,” said the second man and inserted the tube into my erect penis. This caused a sharp pain inside my penis and I howled. These assholes stuck it in my dick! I writhed in pain, tensing every muscle. Then the pain went away, but a new strange sensation came. It was as if the tube had become part of my testes.

The man slapped my abs and my penis. I threw my head back and moaned, a burning pleasure spreading through my body from the brief touch of my penis, but the ring prevented me from cumming. A trickle of precum was dripping from my dick

“The dish is ready, boss. The tube synchronized with the ring,” the man said and pressed the button of the pedestal, which rose so that my penis was at the level of his chest.

"Good job. Now, please call our future partners,” the boss said, and then he pointed the remote control at me and pressed a button. I felt the butt plug vibrate more, sending electrical stimuli into my prostate. A powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. I couldn't suppress my moan, burning with the desire to cum.

But orgasm was as elusive as my freedom. I could only beg to let me cum through my gag, making pitiful sounds. My dick was raging. Lust bubbled through me, wave after wave of pleasure flooding my brain. So me and two other men waited, bound and moaning, wanting to cum more than anything else.

Then a group of people entered the office. And the boss greeted them, greeting each one personally. People looked at me and the other tied up boys with admiration and lust. Our moans and pleas were like music to them.

“And so, dear friends, I, as the owner of the largest factory for the production of products from bodybuilders’ sperm, am ready to enter into partnership with you. Our factory is the largest in sperm production and occupies a leading position in this niche. Know that this is one of the most sought after products on the market at the moment. Therefore, only a stupid person would refrain from creating a contract for the sale of this product,” said the boss.

“You can try the fresh product yourself and I’m sure you will be delighted!” With these words, he pointed to a rack of glasses, at the bottom of which there was a little blue liquid. He then took one glass, walked towards my sweaty and muscular body, grabbed my dick with his hand and brought the glass towards my boner. Then he touched the ring on my cock and a second later a small stream of cum flowed from my dick, slowly filling the glass.

I groaned in frustration. The juices were being squeezed out of me, I felt warm white liquid pouring from my dickhead. But I didn't feel any satisfaction. On the contrary, the hand grasping my penis only intensified my torment, adding heat to my desire to cum. My dick slowly erupted without orgasm. I moaned furiously and tried to break free. My body was used only as a barrel of sperm.

“Enjoy!” The boss said solemnly. He removed his hand from my penis and the sperm stopped flowing. He swirled the glass, stirring the sperm and the substance, and took a sip from the glass. Then people with glasses came up to my sculpted body and began pumping the sperm out of my loins. Some touched my body with lust in their eyes. Their hands squeezed my biceps, caressed and pinched my nipples, squeezed my pectoral muscles, ran their hands over my abdominals.

Each of these movements inflamed my desire to experience an orgasm more and more. But this body is no longer mine and now I am forbidden to have an orgasm. Tears flowed from his eyes in frustration as cum poured out of his cock, filling glass after glass.

This went on for several hours. My whole body ached, and my torture continued. All these people were having business conversations while three sweaty, muscular men moaned. While they were laughing and having a pleasant conversation and discussing business matters, we were writhing in torture, unable to experience an orgasm.

Then the last two glasses were filled with my sperm and the guests left. The boss kindly escorted them out, and then turned in my direction with the look of a thirsty man. He walked up to my muscular body, lowered the pedestal and grabbed my nipples and roughly said, “You are lucky to have my attention.” I could only respond with a groan, receiving pain and burning pleasure.

Then he untied my tired body and put me on my feet. I could barely stand, and there was no point in resisting. I wanted to cum so bad, so the first thing I did was try to grab my dick. But the boss deftly grabbed my hands and tied them behind my back. And I started trying to rub my dick against his body.

“Poor cow in heat,” the boss said lustfully, and then turned my back to him and threw my torso onto his desk. I knew what would happen next and fear took over me, but my body reacted differently, anticipating the boss’s next move.

He took the butt plug out of my ass. And suddenly I felt relief, finally a break from the endless stimulation. But another part of me felt only emptiness.

The boss switched my ring, allowing me to cum, took off his pants, took out a large erect penis and stuck it in my ass. I groaned. He began to make his rhythmic movements, gradually increasing his pace. I felt wild pleasure every time his dick touched my prostate. Part of me felt only shame, but lust took over my mind.

The pace of fucking was faster and faster. I screamed through the gag, drowning out the moans of the other two stallions. Then I felt the hot sperm splash out from the man's cock into my gut, and at the same time all my muscles spasmed and I came. It was the most powerful orgasm and I rejoiced in ecstasy. With each shot, my vision grew more and more dark, and after fifteen shots of the white liquid, I lost consciousness, having completely emptied my sperm bag.