The Sperm Barn
Soon after the successful extraction session with Corporal Stevens and determining that Dr. Dragan’s serum is safe to use, the road is wide open for my adventure to begin. We will inject my three Marines with Dr. Dragan’s serum and begin the collecting and freezing process today.
My sperm barn is a long, narrow, one-story cement-block structure situated next to the bunk house. It’s painted white and has no windows. The building is climate-controlled and sterile. There is an office at one end with a large picture window overlooking twenty individual milking stalls. That is Preacher Caulfield’s office. Each stall is equipped with a white leather recliner with a large vibrating dildo in the center of the seat and leather straps to hold the hands and feet in place during the extraction procedure.
Russo, the doctor, and I go to the bunkhouse. My three Marines are fully dressed. SSgt Phillips has his caged dick out of his Cammie trousers, lying on his back fiddling with the cage trying to figure out how to take it off. Lieutenant Dickson is sitting on the edge of Phillips’ bunk, attempting to assist him, having no luck. His metal cock cage is also seeing the light of day, hanging between his legs. The Corporal is sleeping quietly, the sleep of the drained.
Ok, you two -- pointing to Dickson and Phillips – strip but leave your boots on. Dr. Dragan will examine both of you. Hesitate and feel the shock collar go into high gear; so, do it NOW!
They scramble to their feet, working quickly to remove their Cammie uniforms and boots, then replace the boots and lace them back up. Both men stand at attention and watch Dragan pull on latex gloves as he approaches, holding the remote that will release the metal cock cages from both dicks. He presses the button, and a green light appears on the cages, and they open. He reaches out and removes the cages, dropping them on Phillips’ bunk.
There is a momentary expression of relief on both faces, soon to vanish as the doctor’s cold hands lift first the hanging ball sacks, then examine both cocks, using his thumbs to spread open the piss slits, nodding his head. “Nice, very nice indeed.” He says, his hands going back to weigh both nut sacks. “Ah, nice, they’re both full.”
“I think; however, I will have to use a 12mm sound on the Lieutenant’s urethra to open it up a little, and in the meantime, I will start with SSgt. Phillips, whose urethra is perfect.”
We sit both men down on the lubricated vibrator, yet to be turned on, and strap their hands and boots, securing them to the recliner.
Phillips and Dickson are both straining to watch the doctor in action. Dragan removes the sound from his black bag and lubricates it. Picks up the Lieutenant’s dick, holding it in his hand just under the head, teases the opening with the tip of the sound, and slowly eases it into his urethra until it’s seated.
“GOD DAMN YOU FUCKER, THAT HURTS LIKE HELL MAN!”
“The pain will subside in a matter of minutes, so bear up, Marine. I thought military men like you could stand a little pain!”
“A little pain is one thing; beat the shit outta me if that makes you happy, but get that God damned thing outta my dick!”
“Just lay there quietly while I tend to your friend here, and I’ll remove it in ten minutes after it’s done its job.”
“SHIT!
“Ok Sergeant, let’s get started.”
Dragan opens his doctor’s bag, extracts a length of rubber tubing, winds it around Phillip’s arm above his elbow and ties it off, pats the swelling vein, which has plumped up, and leaves it there. He uses a cotton swab to clean off the entire cock with a Betadine solution, making it sterile but colored a medium red. The color will fade if you wash it with soapy water, but we’re not concerned with the look of his dick color, since it will not affect his sperm.
I hand the doctor a tube of lube; he opens it and squeezes out enough to slather on the palms of both hands and proceeds to masturbate the dick in his hand until it’s hard and standing straight up.
I drop the hanging clear plastic cylinder over Phillips’ dick and slide it into the transparent tube inside of the cylinder, and seat it on his shaved groin. I look over to the doctor as he is inserting the tip of his needle into the plump vein. The doctor removes the rubber tubing as he pierces the vein and pumps the clear liquid into Phillip’s bloodstream.
I turn on the vibrating dildo to medium and switch on the cock pump, watching Phillip’s cockhead being sucked to the top of the cylinder.
Phillip’s is moaning softly as his dick is massaged inside of the clear tube, then…
“OH, MY FREAKING GOD – YES, YES – MOTHERFUCKER – YES, YES! TAKE ME – FUCKING TAKE ME … AHH FUCKING CHRIST!
He is attempting to hammer his boot heels on the recliner, but his boots are secured in leather straps, and his feet can’t move. His dick is spitting out huge squirts of white cum into the plastic milking tube that is trapping his cock. Gob after gob of his sperm is sucked out of his dick, filling the tubing and traveling up as it’s sucked into the tubes at the top of the milking cylinder on its journey to the below-zero freezer and into what looks like ice trays.
“Sergeant Collins, that’s the most intense blow job I’ve ever experienced. I didn’t know that there was that much cum in my balls, and I feel weak as a newborn kitten.”
You’re going to lie there and sleep just like Corporal Stevens for a few hours, but you will be up and walking around by dinner time. Doctor, if you would, please replace Phillip’s cock cage. He does so. Thank you, doctor.
Now we need to empty the Lieutenant’s balls and see if his offering can compare to yours, which was exactly one half of a cup or 125 ml.
“I will remove the sound from your penis, Lieutenant, and cleanse your cock, then we can proceed.” The doctor announces.
I stand next to Dickson’s recliner and watch the doctor remove the sound. Sets it aside. Winds the rubber tubing around Dickson’s arm, plumping up the vein, pats it a few times, then takes the hypodermic needle from his bag and refills it with his serum.
Only this time I grease up my hands and masturbate his dick, causing it to grow and come alive in my hands. When it does, I drop the clear milking cylinder over it and seat it on his shaved groin. I turn on the cum collecting apparatus and vibrating dildo and watch as Dickson’s swollen dickhead is sucked to the top, engorged and pulsing.
Dragan rests the point of his needle on the vein and inserts it slowly. He pushes the plunger steadily, injecting his serum into the bloodstream. Like the other two Marines, nothing happens for a few seconds, then Dickson’s eyes go wide and wild, and his mouth hangs open.
“OH, GOD DAMMIT TO HELL – WHAT’S HAPPENING – SHIT MOTHERFUCKER – WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME? SOMEBODY FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!”
Dickson strains and pulls at his restraints like a madman, his back arched, his limbs stiff; a loud singing sound escapes his throat, sounding like an opera singer hitting an A above high C, then he collapses back onto the recliner as heavy globs of milky sperm shoot out of his cockhead and into the rubber sleeve as it’s sucked up into the clear tubes at the top of the cylinder and travels to the below-zero freezer. He continues to empty his balls, shooting volley after volley of sperm up the clear tubing until he stops delivering and lies still, breathing heavily.
That was quite a large offering, Lieutenant; you just might be the highest-yielding bull on the farm. I’ll have to think of a way to reward you. You were begging to be fucked, so that’s exactly what’s going to happen. I love to fuck officers; it would be more rewarding if you were a Colonel or General, but I’ll settle for a Butter Bar Lieutenant if that’s all that’s available.
“I’m not a faggot Sergeant, you know that; I must have been out of my head in delirium to yell such a thing – you know that I’m not a gay man like you, you know that!”
What I know is this, Dickson: I know I love to fuck straight Marines like you because you dudes have the tightest assholes, and that’s what turns me on. If you were a gay Marine, I might give you a pass and just make you suck my cock, but that ain’t the case, is it, stud?
“I should learn to keep my mouth shut, right?”
Right, but not until I get your sweet mouth acquainted with my dick, or didn’t I tell you, I fucking love to shove my cock down a straight man’s throat and do a special delivery directly to his Marine belly. So, yeah, you should learn to keep that Butter Bar officer’s mouth of yours shut!
“Isn’t it enough that you tricked me into your hidden camp, and shanghaied me? And now have me as your prisoner, no slave, that’s what you want me to be, your slave, or did I miss something along the way?”
You didn’t miss anything, Lieutenant. You are my slave now and nothing more to me than livestock to be used any way I choose. Be very careful what you say from now on. So far, I’ve given you a free pass, but that can end at any point!
“Is that a threat to my life and well-being?
Your damned right it is. The minute you answered my newspaper ad and strolled into camp in uniform, I knew then that I was going to have you one way or another. You might be a thirty-year-old newly minted Second Lieutenant, a mustang up from the ranks, but you retain a boyish quality that gets me hard. Before you turn the page on this chapter of your life, you will learn to accept all of my advances on your body and eventually learn to crave the attention. So, relax, as long as looking at you gets me hard, you are safe.
“I’ll never turn gay for you, NEVER – you can fuck me, make me suck your cock, but that don’t make me queer like you…you’re a sick pervert!”
That’s exactly what turns me on to straight dudes like you, dumb ass, the arrogance and bluster. Hell, stupid one, I don’t want to change you; that would defeat my goal. I want you to stay just as you are because it makes me hungry, and I have a voracious appetite for studs like you, so go ahead and dig your hole deeper with that loud mouth of yours, sir!
I turn to my slave, Russo, who has been standing by watching the milking of both of my Marines, without saying a word, and tell him to bring the Lieutenant to my quarters as is, naked, wearing his boots.
Before turning to leave and heading back to the main house, I watch my slave unfasten the leather straps from Dickson’s hands and feet. Grab him under his armpits and lift the weak Marine over his shoulder. The wiped-out Marine’s spent dick is hanging on top of Russo’s shoulder close enough for Russo to extend his tongue and swab the cockhead. A huge smile on his face as he sucks the head into his mouth to nurse on it as a diversion to his journey to the main house. I guess he’s turning gay after all in an effort to please me. I like that; it shows intelligence.
I owe my slave the beating of his life, and when he arrives with my soon-to-be fucked Marine, I’ll turn on him in Dickson’s presence and beat the living shit outta him. I want my milk bull to understand where he stands in the hierarchy of slave dom. He’s at the bottom of the totem pole. A perilous position to hold.
We arrive at the main house, and Russo takes his charge to the main bedroom on the first floor and deposits him face down on my king-size bed that has been stripped down to the black vinyl sheet covering the mattress.
He removes a length of rope from his back pocket and pulls Dickson’s hands over the small of his back and ties them tightly. Straightening up, he takes each of the Lieutenant’s boots and spreads his legs wide, not bothering to rope the boots to the baseboard of the bed.
I stand in the doorway watching him lower himself between Dickson’s spread legs, using his hands to spread the Lieutenant’s hard-ass mounds wide, revealing the dark ass hair disappearing into his ass canyon. He dives in and begins to lick and suck on the tight brown/pink sphincter, gobbling and spitting into the tightly closed hole, his tongue formed into a spear, slithering inside to taste the shit hole under his temporary control. That’s when I hit the red button on my remote.
He jumps up, clutching the shock collar, and falls to his knees, screaming. Spittle flies from his open mouth as I step forward, raise one booted foot, and slam it into his chest, knocking him onto his side. I use both boots to herd him around on the deck, working his helpless body over mercilessly, kicking his shoulders, legs, and finally slam one boot down on his hand as he struggles to his knees.
He’s on his knees, head bowed, blood leaking from a split lip as I step toward him, grab the front of his Cammie blouse, jerking him toward me and raining fist after fist into his face, creating two rapidly swelling eyes which are bloodshot and leaking tears.
“Please, Master, please, I made a mistake, give me another chance, please, I’ll do better!”
You tried to molest a man that you knew I wanted to fuck. I want that virgin hole; it belongs to me, not to you.
“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry, please Master, please!”
I reach into my back pocket and grab the handcuffs I keep for emergencies, flip him over on his stomach, and cuff his hands behind his back. I locate a coil of rope, tie his boots together, push the boot heels back to his ass, and attach the rope to his cuffs, hogtying him.
I may or may not kill you this afternoon! You may or may not appear as the main course on the dinner table tonight, but that’s a consideration; after all, this is a farm and slaughter does happen sometimes.
Pray that I still want to take you on as my hunting partner; that’s the only thing that will save your lousy ass, Captain!
Lie there and listen as I take Dickson’s virgin hole, the one you so gracefully lubed up for me
End of Chapter Nine
Rex Larsen
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