The Cow
I had finalized my move to Detroit with Marcus, I would run aquisition for him to give him the ability to expand contacts, clients, and network while the business grew. Meanwhile he could give me access to new ways to aquire straight product and express my creative side with contributions to his side of things. I also would work on snatches of specific men clients wanted, or in rare cases specific treatment for men who wanted sexual torture for a man but didn't want to be the one to do it...something I did not understand.
Altogether it would really open my world, and I still could do what I truly love, which is snatching and using straight men. I really loved taking a masculine straight stud, plucking him right out of his life and reducing him to fuck meat. I tended to prefer my men with fight and fire in them, so usually if I found them my type I woukd play and sell when they broke mentally. Sometimes I enjoyed just handing them over directly, if I was allowed some knowledge of their fate, which fellow sadists and like minded clients often not only allowed by enjoyed. I was always curious.
For my first jobs Marcus wanted me working with his main clients, the regular customers and businesses he had built relationships with who ordered straights consistently and trusted him. Since I was going to be working with Marcus as a partner, he wanted them to know and trust me too. The first job was with the Cremery. It was a distribution center focusing on cum cows, and liked young virile guys which it would use to pump for sperm as long as they produced. Marcus told me they had a specific process that worked well, and wanted me to ask the point person, Mr. Stenson, about it when I dropped off the cargo. I was allowed to fuck and play, but couldn't jerk or damage the guy I brought.
For this one any younger guy would do, someone with a long shelf life for his purpose who could produce well. I had gone a little in depth in this one, and befriended a nineteen year old boy I met while smoking by the construction on my new place. He bummed a cigarette and I had gotten to know him, his name was Tariq. He was a light skinned black boy wiry dark medium curls, and regularly walked around shirtless in shorts with a backpack. He was young and fit, I could see all his abdominal muscles, but he wasn't bulky, he had a tight fit body. I loved seeing his dime dark nipples between the strap of his backpack and a slight treasure trail along his lighter skin. He was decently handsome, and had a mustache and patch of hair on his chin.
He would stop by, have a smoke a few times a week. I learned he was out of high school and worked at a gas station in town. He was often talking about all the girls he was juggling, and I shared lies about mine. Poor dumb little fucker believed every word. Eventually I invited him one night when the construction crew was gone to pass a blunt, he eagerly accepted. I got him talking about jerking off, and he shared he did it every day, multiple times "...and I still fuck my girls. I can go all day man." Perfect. I offered him some laced water and watched the teen lay back against some drywall and passed out. I remembered I was allowed to sample, and he'd be out hours.
I rifled thought the backpack, his wallet, some weed, cigarettes, a shirt he had to wear when he worked. I found his phone and used his thumb to unlock it. I went thought his texts, he was juggling multiple girls. He had also sent many pictures of himself to them, thirst traps, face mirror pics, and best nudes and dick pics. He wasn't discreet. I laid it aside and knelt down slipping off his shorts and boxers together around his ankles. He had trim pubes, and a large dark uncut cock. It matched the pictures, though it was flaccid now. I didn't care as much about it as the Cremery would.
I got under his hairy pits and dragged him to the middle of the floor, I was just going to have a quick go and get off, then deliver him. I laid him on his chest and face while shoving his knees up under him, undies and pants still around his ankles, I only had time for a pump and dump. His ass stuck out right where I wanted it. He had some hair in his crack, and luckily was decently clean. I imagine he had decent hygiene to pull all those women, but you never know. Since we were pals...I lubed his hole and my cock before I slid in. Also I wasn't allowed to damage, and didn't want the back door virgin to tear up since he was product.
I popped that boy's backdoor cherry, realizing technically he was the first fuck in my new house. His face pitched against the wood as I fucked him in my future living room, slack mouth spilling a little saliva onto the wood. I clapped the boy's cheeks the boys a while, came up his ass, and then cleaned the anus out. I didn't want him too messy when he was delivered. Then I removed the undies and shorts from his ankles and put them in his backpack.
I tied his arms behind his back, bound him at the ankles and knees. I popped a black ball gag in between his pretty lips, fingers brushing his mustache as I worked. Finally he was good and bound and I loaded him into the truck bed stripped, bound, and gagged. I pulled the canvas cover over him, and made my way to Cremery.
I arrived at the loading dock of the warehouse that appeared dilapidated and blended with the other industrial building in the area. There were buildings in worse shape and better shape around it, and it blended in and didn't grab attention. Likely on purpose. An attendant greeted me and I stayed my business and moved the canvas cover to reveal my product. The attendant helped me carry him into a room off the warehouse, it was black tiled, had corrugated metal walls, and a bright exam light aimed at the table...that's where we deposited the unconscious Tariq. The attendant undid the bonds I had in place and secured leather straps placed along the boy's arms and legs. Then there was another for his head, which would keep it in place. He left the ball gag in. Once he was well strapped down the attendant turned to me, "Mr. Stanson will be right with you." He left swiftly, like he had things to do.
A few minutes later a man in a suit came in wearing gloves and glasses, he was short, and had a busy aura around him. He spoke rapidly, "Stenson, nice to meet you. I hear you're with Marcus, and looks like you have a great cow for us today." Tariq's eyes fluttered open. He moaned and began stirring, finding himself to be secured very well to his table. Stenson ignored his wakened state and felt along his pelvis, tapping the boy's v line, then examining the cock. Tariq's eyes searched the room and widened finding me leering at his cock while Stenson worked it. "It's already stiffening, good sign, even knocked out the penis is reactive. If it has a good refractory period and produces, we will be grateful and that will be reflected in the payment." I mused, "So what exactly is it you do here? I know the basics, but Marcus said it was very special."
Stenson's eyes brightened at the compliment, "Oh it is special. I'll explain. We have a more efficient collection process than most. First we get a cow like this one," Tariq made an indignant sound at the cow reference, "Then once it is found useful for milking, we begin our process. Tonight we will have our surgeon make a little change, he will shunt the urine from the bladder down away through an artificial tube that will exit the anus here." I poked the little dark pucker and the boy went wild, "Then the penis will only function for ejaculation, while all waste will go out the cow rectum." It was interesting to me, but clearly horrifying to the new "cow."
"Once healed from this process we will hook it up. It will be placed strapped down, shaved smooth, and milking equipment added. He will regularly be injected with a special concoction that will swell the balls and increase production. Meanwhile a tube will be inserted up the anus to remove waste. The body will be assessed every inch to find his most stimulating erogenous zones, and they will be set up to be stimulated in the best way specific to this cow. So both through natural and chemical means we make him the best cow he can be." I nodded, "Interesting. So every one has a different stimulus by what area touch turns on most?" Stenson nodded, "I can't wait to find what works for this one!" The cow moaned into it's gag and wriggled. I ran a finger over a thigh ending in his pubes, and I twisted and tugged them while he struggled, thinking about how soon they would be gone so he could be milked.
Stenson watched and asked, "Would you like to come by when this one is fully finished with the process and installed on a machine?" I enthusiastically accepted, "Could I actually come in for some of the process? Like testing him and installing, I'm so interested." Stenson agreed, but said I wouldn't be allowed to know some things like the drugs and chemicals used and things like that. I agreed that made sense and it was a plan. I left him for his surgical work, and would come back when it was all done to see the processing.
When I was invited back I got to watch while the cow was dragged in struggling, his penis already made cum exclusive and healed. They still had continued to leave the gag I used in his mouth, they didn't like hearing from cows. I saw a little scar on his taint from the surgery when he was bucking between two attendants. A young hot buck from the streets of Detroit wasn't going quietly. His wrists and ankles were secured to restraints on cords which when pulled taught suspended him angled up facing us helt taught. He wriggled, and yelled into his gag.his cock bounced between his thighs, the focus of the rest of his life. From what the boy told me, it had been a focus before too...in a very different way.
Their goal to find his erogenous zones was to attempt making him cum without touching the currently flaccid cock. It was large and uncut, a darker brown against his light skin and pubes as it moved with his struggling. Flaccid it was about seven inches and thick, from his phone I knew it was about ten and thick erect with a purple cock head. That was what they wanted to achieve to find what made it happen even without the jerking, so when he was pumped he would be super sensitive.
It was methodical and medical, the attendants at either side molested various areas, rubbing his nips, thighs, ears, and even along his quivering lips. Tariq looked so uncomfortable with two burly men working his body, it was a turn on to see his body manipulated like that on display. There were areas rubbed and massaged so much they reddened. At his young muscles thighs the cock quivered a bit and became semi erect. The lips, neck, and ears didn't have any effect. Then it was time for my favorite, they took gloved fingers and gave him what might be his very first prostate exam. He tensed uncomfortably while they plunged his tight hole, a tightness I knew from experience. He shook his head and closed his eyes, rectum entered and they rubbed his little g spot. That did it, the cock perked up and achieved full erection, it was a good one. He didn't cum yet. Stenson mused, "The prostate does usually work best."
After that effect one attendant remained down there and rubbed up in his ass to keep the prostate working, the other began rubbing the two little dark nipples from behind, the boy groaned ad wriggled suspended, the cock making a little circle as it hung between his forced out legs between which the other attendant knelt doing his work with gusto. The cock was rock hard, the body tensed, and sweat formed on his brown under those dark curls that bounced as he shook his head. The member quivered...and oozed out a load. He didn't shoot, but gushed out over himself, thick and white, sliding out the purple cockhead, down the dark shaft, and into his pubes mostly while some oozed in a string to the floor. He flung his head back and let it hang, freaked out and humiliated as the attendants, Stenson, and myself all clapped politely for the mess the boy had made.
"Perfect!" Stenson said, "Well, I prefer getting the cows to shoot for show, but gushers like this tend to last a long time and produce more. The right drug cocktail, the pumping machine in place, and all our extras for it...this one will fill his containers easily." We exited and went out onto the main warehouse floor, there was whirring and mechanical sounds, every area was sectioned off with dividers, Stenson took me into one and I saw the setup.
It was a medical gyno chair, with two raised stirrips for legs to go up in both directions spreading and providing access to the undercarriage and genitals, and a metal pipe fose from the ground and curved toward the chair with an opening aimed at the base of the chair. The seat was outfitted with leather straps and beside it was a machine with a tube and cock pump, wires attached to the machine and the tube terminated in a rubber top on the glass container. "This is where we will install the animal, he is coming soon, I assume you would like to watch?" Stenson looked at me with a knowing smile. "You bet I would!" He nodded, "Sometimes I wish I had gone your route, snatching. You get the thrill of the snatch and have more free range use of the straight men you take. But you miss out sometimes on the use, the creative expression, on my end of things." He was right, but now with Marcus I got both, which was why I was here.
They dragged in the cow, attendants hauling him under his pits dragging limp legs beneath him. He looked dazed, they must have given him something. His cock was still erect, bouncing and swelling, I assumed they had also injected their special "concoction" to achieve that. His crotch was clean of the oozing cum from earlier. He was sat in the chair and each attendent took a leg and spread them, each on a stirrup, and secured them splayed out, exposing his cock and tight hole. I admired the anus, I loved how light skinned black boys had darker genitals than their lighter brown skin, and the asshole too had a darker space around the pucker.
The straps were secured over him, calves, two around the top of his thighs, one above his navel, one across his head forcing it forward, they moved his dark curls so they were above the strap and they bounced out as they finished. I thought about how he often turned his head in shame...not an option now. His arms were shackled at the wrists to the wall behind him, forcing them up and back at an angle, exposing his curly dark pit hair. For the first time they removed the ball gag and returned it to me, still wet from his pretty mouth. He had wonderful lips, his mouth hung slack open, pink tongue and white teeth shown. His chest rose and fell slowly, recently molested nipples still had redden skin around them from just being molested for so long.
They got to work. First they measured from the open pipe aimed at his ass and left, returning with a metal attachment piece which was angled and shoved up the ass, spreading his dark pucker, the they moved it back and screwed it onto the pipe. He groaned and moved his pretty lips, then a little probe attached to the boxy machine nearby was slid in against the top of the pipe and back against his sensitive prostate. They coated the outside with a tar like substance that seemed to create a seal around his ass. "That will keep everything in place and prevent leaking, all urine and waste will go down the pipe, and the probe will stimulate that sensitive prostate." I looked at the black coating, "When he is milked dry and removed, will the hole be the same?" Stensen shook his head, "Unfortunately the pipe being there for so long will stretch him and the sealant will, when removed, will leave a bit of a ring. But some like that." I took a moment of silence for the tight hole I had enjoyed, but no use for a guy leaves him as nice as he is when I first get him.
The cow formerly known as Tariq began stirring more, eyes fluttering and pursuing and moving his lips. Stenson got a funnel gag with a leather strap he secured around the face, which forced a small tube into the mouth and had a connected funnel angled up. "We force a diet based on the cum we want, especially if buyers want to consume it. We will milk the udder for a few days to see what his base spunk is like, then decide if he will get that. Otherwise we funnel in a mix of protein and oats to keep him healthy and sperm plentiful in those balls." Tariq was now awake fully, he groaned which echoed out the funnel. He couldn't move much, just tensed his biceps and wriggled a little, his thighs out and on display tensed to as he tested the stirrips and found he was again restrained and helpless. He began making desperate sounds which echoed out.
They then spread shaving cream over his pubes, and methodically pulled the razor over the pelvis around the cock leaving him smooth. He looked down and made whining sounds that increased as they neared his cock. "Don't worry," I said, "That cock is worth a lot right now, they're not gonna slice it." His eyes watered and ho looked away from me. They rinsed and dried the area, leaving his dark cock pulsing erect between his legs looking longer and his brown balls darker against the lighter exposed smoothness.
Now they got the penis pump over the cock and I realized there was a small long thinner tube in the center. The tube went down and they made sure the smaller one parted his urethra and went directly down and in, parting the purple slit and spreading it. Tariq shrieked as this occured, young body tensing up in reaction to the unpleasant stretching of his cock hole and the friction of a tube sliding inside his shaft. Then the tube at the base was coated in some adhesive because once his balls were tucked up and squished into the tube it stuck fast to the smooth base and stayed put.
Then electrodes were placed along his thighs and two little suction devices were placed over his nipples, they puffed out into the dome, little dark brown mounds on his chest. He appeared to be finished, Stenson checked all connections and the wired connections to the device and stood over at a panel and pressed some buttons that clicked, then the setup whirred to life. The electrodes appeared to be stimulating the thighs, I remembered his slight semi when they were massaged. There was a buzz from the probe up his ass, electrifying and buzzing against his prostate. The tube itself became a suction noise and I heard the machine making a pumping sound likely creating suction for the small urethra tube. The cow groaned and looked around, his cock becoming the only thing anyone cared about. He saw Stensen and the other looking at it. Then Stenson came up to him and pulled out a syringe, and injected the neck while Tariq whimpered out his gag. "This will get things started more efficiently."
The cow tensed and the cock, already suctioned and erect, swelled a bit more so his purple skewered cock head swelled and the foreskin parted more as it grew up its tube. The brown eyes rolled back in his head and he grunted, sweat appearing at his exposed pits and face. It was like all the poor fucker's energy shifted to his cock. He grunted and groaned and shuddered as thick white sperm was sucked up the tube and oozed out into the glass. It continued for almost a full minute, the entire cow remaining tense, then he relaxed back and his brown eyes teared up. I think that moment they flicked to the container, and he realized what he was for. He wasn't a he anymore, he was an it.
I walked over and came behind it and placed my hands on the young shoulders. "I enjoyed our time together straight cow, but goes without saying I was just working. They needed cows that gush cum, and that's you. All your bragging about all the girls you get and how often you cum, you basically asked for this. I'd tell you not to make older friends and assume their straight friends and not gaya kidnappers, but..." I ran my hands down its lithe tan wriggling body and indicated the relentlessly pumped cock, a sheen if sweat forming all over, "It's too late for that." It just teared up and sobbed. As I walked out with Stenseon I looked back and enjoyed a last view of his body being used, part of a machine, milked and objectified. The dark black cock swelling and now gushing more cum as it cried staring at the ceiling.
We had achieved everything, I made a good sale, thanked Stenson, and left. I found out later we got a bonus, he was being chosen for his prolific gushing for a drug trial for something that might make men so stimulated they can't stop cumming. If the quality stayed the same they'd use it across the board.
I still had the cow's phone. I had turned off all location services and retired to bed. I emailed myself all the pictures of him sending thirst traps to his girls, a few "Where you at" texts came in. I suppressed the urge to send back a picture I took of the setup. I went through images, Tariq sagging pants low shirtless, rubbing that big hard cock, posing naked with his tongue out ...my personal favorite. I saved them in a folder in order, pictures of me stalking him shirtless, pictures of his thrist traps, pictures when I snatched him, and finally images of him laid out and pumped like the animal he is now. I thought about it lying there, relentlessly pumped. Would they let it out sometimes or would it stay there? How long could his young body last, weeks? Months? Years? When it was no use anymore where would it end up? I thought about how he couldn't move, and if he wasn't allowed out the topic of veal crossed my mind, unethical but a turn on in this instant. I jerked off, multiple times to the thoughts, and then slept like a baby.
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