New bull

I woke up from a debilitating sleep. My body rested on a slatted and uncomfortable bed. With a grunt, I tried to move my arms, but to my disappointment, they were tied to the bed, as were my legs and collar. My mouth was still covered with the gag. Having made weak attempts to get out, I went limp, resigned to my fate. The faint hope that what happened yesterday was just a dream melted away like a snowflake on your hand.

I looked at my raging boner, pointing up and leaking precum. My balls were full again and begging to be emptied, and my raped prostate was also stimulated by the vibration from this terrible, but already familiar, butt plug. It felt like my cum bag was going to explode, splashing all that cum all over the room.

To my right, on the opposite side, lay another man on the same bed and in the same position, just as unhappy as me. His penis was also throbbing, unable to cum, and he was drooling clear liquid, as if hungry. The precum made his cock and huge balls glisten, dripping from his nuts onto the slatted floor. The bodybuilder moaned softly, burning with the desire to splash out his masculinity. And I understood him like no one else.

I really wanted to go to the toilet, my bladder seemed about to explode, it was as full as my nuts. I decided to relieve myself, not caring about the shame of urinating in front of my neighbor. Urine slowly poured down the erect penis and onto the floor. The stream was very weak and left an unpleasant burning sensation in the penis. It flowed until I felt relief. But I really wanted the relief of emptying my balls. I couldn't hold back my moans of desire.

An hour later, one of the muscular slaves entered the room to the chorus of our deep voices. He looked at our writhing bodies and went first to my cellmate and squeezed his balls, he howled with a mixture of pain and pleasure, and another stream of pre-cum escaped from his engorged penis.

Then he turned in my direction and walked towards me. He reached out to grab my balls and looked surprised and touched my big sack of sperm. I squeezed the gag, trying to escape the death grip of his tenacious fingers.

“Damn, fucking perverts are using my body however they want!” I thought angrily, watching how this man was squeezing my balls with clear enjoyment. Pain and pleasure mixed in my helpless body.

The slave then lets go of my sack and reaches for the cuff on one of my arms and unfastens the chain connecting my arm to the bed. Here it is! This was my chance to at least do something. I reached out with my free hand to touch the fastened one, but the big man grabbed it and squeezed it painfully, cutting off his path to escape. He took my almost free hand to the other one, chained to the bed, and chained my hands together. He left me making futile attempts to escape and moved on to another man.

As he began to do the same thing to another milking man, I noticed impatience in the eyes of this muscular bull. He was definitely waiting for this to happen. Most likely, this is not his first day here and he is already accustomed to these procedures. After the procedure was completed, he unfastened his hands, collar and shackles from the bed. Then he did the same to me.

He attached a chain to our collars and led us to the milking parlor. I tried to resist, like obstinate cattle, but in response to such attempts, the slave deftly grabbed me by the balls to such pain that I screamed like a cow before slaughter and my eyes turned white. After that I let him behave calmly.

Leaving the room, I see the same milking parlor. Half of the frames were empty, and in the occupied frames stood muscular men, dispensing charge after charge into the milking machine, some being looked after and washed by other muscular men in tight clothes. I watched how every time before orgasm their large muscles tensed, showing off their naked and sculpted body. And then the low moans of sexually aroused men escape from their mouths, and a white substance rushes through the tube of the milking machine.

The entire hall was filled with the guttural sounds of horny men releasing their seed against their will. And I will be one of them. I'm already one of them. Weak-willed cattle that are kept only for milk. I followed the muscular man as he led me forward, my erect cock pointing forward towards the milking frame.

The slave attached me to the frame. He firmly attached mine to the sides of the frame, and firmly fixed my legs from below. My collar was tied to the frame with a chain. I tried to escape, but realizing that there was no chance of getting out, I calmed down, fixing my evil gaze towards the slave. He brought his hands to my face and removed the gag from me only to put a tube in my mouth and pour blue thick liquid into me. Suppressing my vomiting reflex, I felt the cool liquid descending down my esophagus. He pulled out the tube and inserted the gag back into my mouth.

He then took out a water hose and poured cold water all over my body. I screamed into my gag, expressing my displeasure at the sudden cold. He stopped and then applied liquid soap from a tube onto my muscular body. He was going to soap my body. It seems he wanted it, because I noticed how he had a maniac’s smile on his face. And there was no way I could resist it. He placed his hands on my pectoral muscles, massaging and squeezing them. He rubbed them slowly, enjoying my pectoral muscles. I closed my eyes and tried to cope without giving in to the pleasure of his touch, but his hands suddenly aimed at my sensitive nipples. He pinched them and twisted them, this made me groan, I closed my eyes and felt a wave of pain and pleasure. I tried to break free from my restrictions, but his hands were persistent and did not stop.

Luckily, he stopped and removed his hands from my pecs. The slave then stood behind me and grabbed my back. He traced every muscle on my bodybuilder back, massaging and lathering them sensually. His hands lay on my shoulders, he massaged them harshly, squeezing and lathering them in the same way, slowly moving on to my hands. His fingers sensually circled my biceps and triceps, squeezing them painfully. I held back a groan, closing my eyes.

Suddenly his large hands grabbed my sides, eliciting a short cry from me, and then his calloused hands dropped to my buttocks. He kneaded them gently, eliciting soft moans from me. The persistent hands slowly moved into the hollow between the buttocks. Just not there! I tried my best to get out of this position, but he only dug his fingers deeper into my buttocks. He slowly plunged his soap-slick finger into my anus. I grunted, trying to resist it, but I was tied too tightly. The slave slowly massaged my hole, kneading it, as if he wanted to fuck me, but, to my relief, he removed his hands from there. I don't know if I felt satisfied or disappointed that he stopped. My dick was shaking all this time.

From my buttocks he moved to my thighs. His fingers slowly traced each of my muscles, stroking every corner of my thighs. He then moved on to my trained calves. He lathered them slowly and squeezed until it hurt sharply. A scream escaped me, but he didn't even notice it.

He stood in front of me and his hands reached over my stomach. He started tracing the six-pack abs. Not a single bump was left unattended by his fingers. He massaged them and squeezed them, causing me to groan in pain. He then spanked my tight abs and slowly moved down to my pubic area. I knew what he was aiming for. I shook my head, begging him to stop. No, please, I moaned. But all he heard was, “Mmmmmmm...”.

He lathered my pubic area, rubbing it, slowly moving around my shaft, and, to my horror, moved on to my giant full balls. He began to lather them, causing flashes of pleasure to flow through my body. I threw my head back, and my penis immediately began to pulse, releasing a drop of clear liquid. I tried to cope with these feelings while the muscular slave lathered my balls, occasionally squeezing them, but it was all in vain. My body so easily gave itself into the hands of this pervert, betraying me.

To my horror, I felt his hands seeking their way to my engorged penis. He started lathering it slowly at first. And even these slight movements caused incredible pleasure. He stroked it back and forth, back and forth. Each of his strokes was sensual and careful, as if my dick was his prize. Then he gradually accelerated. His sensual stroking turned into an insistent handjob. I groaned, closing my eyes. Every wave of his hand caused sharp flashes of sensation on my penis. It was too much!

Without the ability to cum, it felt like torture. The sperm in my balls tried to fill my cock, but the ring did not allow it, so only precum came out of it like a stream. The orgasm was so close, yet so far away. The feeling of pleasure was mixed with pain due to the inability to reach climax. I cried and screamed into my gag, begging him to stop, to stop this rape. It seems this went on for hours. I growled, rushed from side to side as best I could, but there was no way out of this situation.

But after some time of my unbearable torture, he stopped. I tried to catch my breath, still burning with desire. My dick was still throbbing, wanting more. Suddenly the man took out a hose and poured water on me again, washing off all the soap suds. Every time the stream of water touched my penis, my body shuddered from a sudden attack of pleasure. And a groan escaped from my mouth. He deliberately often directed a stream of water into my erect penis for his own pleasure.

He began to lubricate my raging boner, again causing waves of unwanted pleasure. Soon he takes out the milking machine. I look at him eagerly. I needed to cum urgently, especially after this painful torture. I want to cum so bad! He presses something on my ring so it turns green and quickly puts the milking machine on me, and just the simple touch makes me moan. He pulled the butt plug out of my bowel and roughly inserted a vibrating waste tube into my ass. Then the slave turned on the milking machine and left, leaving me alone with a sucking tube and surrounded by moaning bodybuilders, and on my face there was only a lustful desire to release all my manhood.

The machine began to sensually suck on my penis, and the tube stimulated my prostate. Due to the powerful aphrodisiac injected yesterday, it was an unbearable pleasure. With every movement of the device, a thousand pleasures exploded in my brain. Dozens of men were moaning around me, but I didn’t care. My balls demanded to drain all the accumulated sperm, otherwise my sack of sperm would definitely not be able to stand it. Overnight they were able to produce a gigantic amount of sperm.

The machine mindlessly stimulated my penis. This was all not to give me pleasure, but only to extract sperm. But to my shame it was damn nice. Suddenly I felt the sperm rushing to my penis and reaching the point of no return. I growled and clenched my gag with my teeth, my whole body tensed and I finally came. It was another long orgasm. All the orgasms have been very long since I got here. With each burst of sperm I moaned and screamed. It was too powerful an orgasm. It seemed as if my body could only experience an orgasm and that was the only feeling I should experience. My vision went dark. Each burst of sperm into the milking machine caused pain, but she could not suppress the deafening pleasure. It seemed as if only my cumming cock existed in this world.

My tense body was cumming and cumming, my penis was releasing what seemed like liters of sperm into the pipe. I immediately broke out in sweat, showing off my defined body, trained over the years just to become a sperm producer. After releasing the last drop of my first orgasm, I almost suffocated. I went limp, trying to catch my breath.

But relief did not come. This was only the first orgasm. This was just the beginning of my day as a cash cow. The milking machine was still working, and the prostate continued to be persistently stimulated. They wanted to suck every last drop out of my balls, making it clear that it did not belong to me.

Looking around, I noticed that all the bulls had been awakened, and the empty frames around me were filled with moaning musclemen, who were forcibly forced to give up their seed. Their cocks were also polished and their asses stimulated. They also experienced orgasm after orgasm.

I tried to distract myself from the forced pleasure and look at the people around me. All tied to the rectangular frames were men of various ages and races. But they all had two things in common: their muscular physiques and big balls. This room was created to extract the sperm of only muscular men.

My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of a penis filling with sperm. Another orgasm was approaching. All my muscles tensed, and an involuntary cry escaped from my throat, turning into a groan. My penis began to pulse, throwing seed into the tube, which went somewhere down. The stunning orgasm lasted just as long and was just as exhausting.

I was trying to catch my breath from the last orgasm, my muscle body was glistening with sweat. I was too tired, each orgasm exhausted me, as if my body was using a huge amount of resources to produce sperm.

How long will I be here and how long will this last? Will we all be saved or will we remain forever milking men kept alive only for sperm? These thoughts haunted me. Now the rest of my life will consist of an uncontrollable desire to cum. Then came another orgasm.

My body continued to be sexually stimulated, all just to suck my balls dry. I orgasmed over and over again. That's all I could do. Every cell of this body was now not mine. Now the only purpose of my worthless life is to cum. Orgasm again.

And again orgasm. Gallons of sperm were passing through my dick.

And again orgasm. There was nothing left in my thoughts except sexual pleasure and the desire to cum.

And again orgasm. Now I'm just a sperm factory.

And again orgasm. The only thing left at my disposal is the will to choose to surrender to pleasure.

And again orgasm. Cum! Cum! I have to cum! I was created only to produce sperm! I trained this body just to produce sperm!

And again orgasm.

THE END.