On the south side of Handleman farms, sat an ancient structure on an east-west axis. Made of logs, it was known as a dogtrot house. Built in 1901, it had two separate living areas, one on either side of a breezeway that ran north to south. It had no air conditioning, but a cast-iron stove sat in the corner of each of the rooms to warm them in winter. It was here that the slaves who worked the 200-acre property resided. Three simple beds sat in each room, and on the opposite wall, an area had been modernized to include a kitchenette with running water, a small sink, and a refrigerator unit. Doors were located on either side of the rooms, and when opened up, they could provide airflow throughout the entire structure to deal with the heat of the Texas summers.
The west side of the house is where the morning shift lived. Their day began promptly at midnight, and Kilo, the shift leader, was an early riser.
"Rise and shine, my fellow slaves," Kilo announced as it moved to sit on the side of its bed.
"Fuck," groaned Tango as it cracked an eye. "I don't know how you are able to wake up so chipper."
"It is beyond gross," Oscar replied in the next bed over.
"You two know the drill," Kilo said with a smile as it stood, stretched, and slipped on its rubber footwear.
"I need to jack off," Tango groaned, noticing its massive morning wood.
"You know there is no time for that," Kilo replied as it moved to the sink to brush its teeth.
Tango growled. "I'm serious, Kilo. You didn't let me do it the past two days, and my balls hurt!"
Kilo turned to look at the pale, white young man. "You keep that attitude up, and you won't be given permission for a month."
Tango clenched its hands as Oscar stood up and interceded.
"Kilo, don't be a hard ass. You know Tango works really hard around here. We all do. He is just a young guy. You know what it was like to be twenty."
Kilo rolled its eyes. "You can have ten minutes after we finish cleaning. But, no more."
"Fine," Tango replied as it got out of bed, its erection swinging in front of it. "But I can't control how long this thing stays stiff.
Oscar laughed. "Maybe it can help us divine something out on the farm."
"Funny," Tango replied. "Very funny."
Five minutes later, the three blue-tagged slaves stepped out onto the breezeway and looked out into the darkness at the buildings that stood north of them. To the left was the large barn where the milking slaves were sleeping. To the right was the dining and gym for the bulls. On the other side of the barn was the main residence where Lewis, their owner, lived, and beyond that were the two production facilities, made of metal and lit by security lights on the corners.
"Muggy night," Oscar replied as they began their walk to the slightly smaller auxiliary production facility.
"Yeah," Kilo replied. "I talked to Victor on the evening shift before you two woke up. He said tomorrow is going to be another scorcher."
The gravel crunched under their feet as they followed the path that wound between the bull's buildings and the main house. When they reached the side of the auxiliary building, they opened one of the two double doors and stepped inside.
Like the main production facility, this building had five stalls on either side, five along the north side, and five along the south, with a corridor that cut through the middle from west to east. The far side held the quality control lab, where semen that was collected was analyzed. It had been the original production facility when the farm began twenty years ago, but the newer, larger building just to the north had taken that role five years ago. That building had a larger lab area and a specialized room for long-term storage of semen until it was collected.
"Tango, you start cleaning and sanitizing the north side, and Oscar can do the south side as usual," Kilo said as they entered. "I'll grab the mop and start cleaning the floors."
"Sounds good," Tango replied as it headed for the maintenance room.
Each metal milking stall on the facility had to be inspected, cleaned, and sanitized daily. The stall was dominated by the large stainless steel chair that each bull spent most of their waking moments in. The padding had to be removed and wiped down, the joints and bolts that held the chair together all had to be checked, the frame had to be sanitized with bleach, the instruments had to be washed, and the tubing had to be replaced.
"I would love to be milked on this thing just once," Tango said as it started to scrub the metal frame.
Oscar laughed from across the room, where it was pulling off the padded back of the chair in its stall. "All you think about is your dick."
"Hey," Tango said as it turned and shrugged. "I'm young, dumb, and full of cum."
Oscar rolled its eyes. "Dumb is right."
"Quit it, you two," Kilo replied as it mopped. "I would like to have just one shift where you two didn't pick at each other."
Oscar grinned. "Tango started it."
Kilo let out a long sigh. "I was never as young as you two."
"Oh, please," Tango said as it wiped its brow after struggling to remove a leg rest. "You are only thirty-two."
"Yes, but I have a long term of service ahead of me," Kilo replied.
"You'll be old and gray before you leave here," Oscar teased.
Kilo nodded. "Yeah, well, that is the deal."
"Thirty-five-year contracts are rare," Oscar replied. "What made you decide to sign on for so long?"
"I wanted to serve," Kilo said with a shrug as the scent of the disinfectant began to fill the air. "Always knew I was a slave in my heart."
"Why not go permanent, then?" Oscar asked.
"Almost did," Kilo replied. "But, figured I wanted the option to have a different choice later in life. Who knows, I may convert to permanent at some point."
"Seriously?" Tango said, shocked. "Are you joking?"
"No," Kilo replied. "I like being a slave. I like the routine."
"You are a weird one," Tango replied, softly. "I just did it for the money. When I am your age, I will have a tidy sum waiting on me when I am freed."
"This life is not for everyone," Kilo said. "But, I have no complaints. At least Master is kind to us."
"Fair," Oscar replied. "I would say he is fair. I wouldn't go as far as kind. But, then again, all slave owners have the right to treat us as they want. I am just glad Master is fair with us."
"True," Kilo replied. "Though, how about we zip it up and work in silence for a while? It might help us focus on doing a good job for him?"
The other two slaves nodded as they continued their work.
Three hours later, the facility was sparkling clean, and the three slaves retreated into the quality control lab in the back of the building to take inventory and check on the collected sperm from the previous day. It all had to be moved into the main storage room in the larger production facility. While Tango masturbated in the mechanical room, the two other slaves went to work loading a cart and moving the cryogenic containers.
At four in the morning, the slaves turned their attention to preparing for the bull's production day ahead. Much had to be done. Breakfast was at six sharp, but it took about an hour to prepare a protein-rich meal for each milking slave. The bulls needed a boost of energy to prepare their balls for collection, and additional additives, vitamins, and drugs had to be added.
When five o'clock came, the slaves moved to the large barn where the twenty milking slaves slept. They each had a separate stall that contained a comfortable bed, a table, and a small rug on the floor. Each slave was kept in top form. They were broad-shouldered and well-built with defined muscles evident on their body. Twice a month, they were dipped in a vat that dissolved their body hair from the neck down, but they had to be shaved and have their hair buzzed every morning by the technician slaves since the chemicals were too caustic for their heads.
As the lights came on, C689, or Titan as it was known on the farm, groaned. It blinked twice and reached down to grab the metal chastity cage that encased its massive cock and baseball-sized balls. Even after ten years, it still couldn't break the habit of trying to scratch its crotch and feel its genitals in the morning.
"Good morning, Titan," Kilo said as it walked into the stall.
"Good morning, Kilo," Titan replied.
"And how are we today?" Kilo asked as the slave pulled its massive body up and twisted till its enormous feet hit the floor.
"It is another good day to produce for my Master," Titan replied, automatically as it stood and assumed a position of attention.
Kilo reached up and felt Titan's face.
"I am always amazed at how fast your beard grows," Kilo replied.
"Lots of testosterone in my family," Titan said with a smile.
Kilo nodded. "Well, head over to be bathed and shaved."
"Yes, Kilo," Titan replied as it relaxed and walked out of the stall.
The rest of the herd was in various states of waking up, but they all moved with some urgency to the bathrooms at one end of the barn. All of them except for a massive slave in a stall near the end.
The slave was the newest member of Handleman Farms. It was the largest bull by far, its massive, muscled frame dwarfing even Titan. The chastity belt it wore had to be fitted with an oversized metal pod to even attempt to contain the softball-sized sack and thick meat underneath, and even then, it was a tight fit. Its designation had been E754, but given the heart-shaped tattoo on its scrotum, it had quickly earned the nickname "Val" for Valentine.
"Val!" Kilo growled as it moved to the stall. "Get your ass in gear!"
When it reached the end of the row, Kilo saw Val staring at it, menacingly.
"Don't even give me an attitude today, Val," Kilo replied, unfazed. "Do you want another milking day without sedatives? I would be happy to listen to you screaming in agony again."
Val huffed and clenched its fists as it rose to its feet. "No," it replied firmly.
Kilo just stared up at it and then pointed.
"Get your fucking ass in line, or I will tell Master, and he can fuck you into gear."
Val rolled its eyes and nodded as it complied, lightly shoving Kilo aside with its body as it passed. Kilo just shook its head and followed it as it made its way into the bathroom.
Inside the white-tiled room, the rest of the slaves were either taking showers or being shaved by Tango and Oscar. Each slave was to have a smooth face and a clean-shaven head every morning to maintain hygiene in the facility. They were given ample time to wash and clean their denuded bodies as well. Cleanliness was one thing that Lewis Handleman took pride in at all times.
"Let's pick things up, bulls," Kilo called out as it made its rounds to check on each slave. "I want every one of you to have your vitals taken and be on the way to the dining hall in the next thirty minutes. We have become a little lax in the last few days."
The majority of the bulls nodded in agreement. They had been conditioned to obey. They were treated well as long as they kept a strict schedule. It also helped them focus on their main role rather than dwell on their lives.
The dining hall was just to the east of their barn. It was a large, open structure with plenty of windows to let in the morning light as it slowly brightened the Texas sky. Five tables with four place settings each greeted them as they filed in. Their chairs were made of sturdy pine with comfortable seating that cradled their heavy chastity pods that were locked to their body.
Today's spread included oatmeal, eggs, bacon, sausage patties, pancakes, fresh fruit, a variety of rolls and muffins, and a large rose-colored shake that was pleasant tasting but contained the nutritional and pharmaceutical additives that would ensure a good production day.
As each bull took its assigned seat and began to eat, the slaves tended to their needs, brought extra portions, and ensured that order was maintained. Breakfast and dinner were the two times that the bulls had the most authority. They needed fuel to charge their bodies and to recover, and the technician slaves were there to ensure that nearly every request was granted.
"Tasty as usual, Oscar," Titan replied with a smile as the Asian slave brought some more fruit.
"Thanks, Titan," Oscar replied.
"You are always buttering them up," said Atlas, the slave who always sat across from Titan.
"Hey," Titan replied with a grin. "Never piss off those that feed you."
"Fuck those shits," growled Val, who was sitting next to Atlas.
"Oh, give it a rest," Hammer said, who was sitting next to Titan. "We all know you are always in a foul mood."
Val cracked its neck. "I still haven't given up hope of getting out of here."
Titan shook its head. "Val, you could make things go a lot easier if you just submitted. How many days have you been screaming in agony in your milking chair because you can't get your act together?"
"Or how many times Master has fucked you raw," Hammer said with a smile. "I still remember you squealing while he pounded you in front of us while we exercised the other day."
"Fucker," Val shot back as it tossed a half-eaten roll at the bull.
"Val!" Kilo called out. "Stop!"
Val closed its eyes and clenched its hands as it breathed deeply.
"Val, I have been here over ten years now," Titan said. "Sure, this place isn't the best, but we could have had a lot worse lives."
"I had everything on the outside!" Val replied in a low tone.
"And now you don't," Atlas said. "You are a red-tag, Val. You have a whole life in slavery ahead of you. Is being angry all the time going to help?"
"I ain't going to be a slave forever," Val replied as it grabbed another roll and bit into it. "Just biding my time."
"Sure you are," Hammer said as it leaned over and nudged Titan with its shoulder.
"I miss 'ol Hog," Atlas said with a sigh. "At least he always had a joke in the morning."
"I hope he is doing well, too," Titan added. "Twenty years as a milking bull has got to be hard to transition out of."
"You are in for twenty as well, right?" Hammer asked.
Titan nodded. "I'm halfway done."
"What will you do when you leave?" Atlas asked.
"I want to go back and see my family," Titan replied. "Hopefully, my cousin Chip will be released by then, too."
"You were sold together, right?" Hammer asked.
"Yeah," Titan replied. "Family needed the money."
"Fucking shit thing to do if you ask me," Val said, not even looking at Titan. "Who the fuck sells their kids into slavery?"
Hammer reached over and put his arm around Titan. "Don't listen to him. We all know things happen."
"I don't blame them," Titan replied. "It had to be done. My siblings needed to be cared for."
"Is your cousin a milking slave?" Atlas asked.
"No clue," Titan replied. "I lost track of him after we were processed at the Slave Market. Though I did have a vivid dream about him not too long ago."
"Oh, yeah?" Atlas asked.
Titan nodded. "You know how we are when we are being milked. The dreams we have are so vivid and intense."
"Helps us not to notice the pain of our orgasms," Hammer replied with a nod.
"Yeah, well, sometimes I remember some of them more than others," Titan continued. "I had this one dream. I dreamed my cousin Chip was his name before we were sold Anyway, I dreamed Chip was standing there watching as I was being milked. I could even feel him stroking my leg."
"Was he gonna play with your cock and balls?" Val asked with a smile.
"Ignore him," Atlas replied. "What happened next?"
"I could hear him talking to me, but I couldn't understand his words," Titan said. "He looked different. Like, bigger and he had slave tattoos and such but he was still Chip. The tone of his voice hadn't changed. His touch was gentle. It was like "
Titan felt a tear in its eye and wiped it away.
"Sorry, guys."
"Hey," Atlas said as it reached out and touched Titan's arm. "Don't worry about it. It sounded like a lovely dream."
Titan nodded. "I wanted so much to reach back and touch him. I wanted to talk to him and catch up, you know? Even after all of this time, I am still trying to hold on to what humanity I have."
"Listen," Hammer said. "That is something we all have to do. We won't be bulls forever. After our terms are up, or we are milked dry, we still have a future. That might be as a working slave, or it might mean freedom. Regardless, we have to focus on that future."
"It is a good outlook to have," Atlas replied.
"I just wish it all could have been real," Titan replied. "You don't know how vivid it was."
"I dreamt about this girl I had a crush on a few weeks ago," Atlas said with a smile.
"Oh, and how was that?" Hammer asked.
"Well, let's just say we were fucking and just as I climaxed, I was milked," Atlas replied. "Talk about a vivid dream."
The three slaves laughed.
After breakfast, the bulls were separated into two groups and then led to their designated production facilities. Titan, Atlas, Hammer, and Val were located in the new, main facility. They each had a designated stall that had a chair adjusted just for them.
"Another day of milking paradise!" Hammer exclaimed as it jumped into its seat.
Next to it, Val grumbled and did the same, but more slowly. Across from them, both Atlas and Titan took their seats in their respective stalls.
Once situated, the technician slaves made their way down each line, preparing each bull. Today, it was Tango who strapped Titan into place. Straps were secured firmly around its neck, chest, upper and lower arms, and upper and lower legs. Then tubes were attached to the port in Titan's upper arm, one that had been installed in it when he was processed at the Slave Market years before.
Tango moved to the front of the chair, facing Titan, and then pressed a button that spread the bull's legs and lifted them. Then the bull felt its ass being lubricated, and the metal probe slipped in. It took a deep breath. Even after ten years, the process still felt humiliating.
"All good?" Tango asked.
"Good," Titan grunted.
Tango gently patted the big bull's leg as it continued hooking up the devices and then turned on the equipment.
A gag was placed in Titan's mouth that had a long tube attached that would deliver fluids and nourishment throughout the day. Then it felt the technician slave unlock and remove the pod from its chastity belt, revealing its large sack and shaft, which quickly filled with blood.
"Someone is ready to produce today!" Tango said with a smile as Titan winked back.
The bull closed its eyes, knowing what was coming next. It felt its balls grabbed by the slave, and a rubber ring was slid around them, which applied a gentle, but firm tug to pull them down and out of the way. This caused the bull's cock to completely engorge just as Tango reached up and slid the milking tube over its cock and secured it in place.
"I think we are ready to go," Tango said brightly. "Ready for the juice, Titan?"
Titan opened its eyes and shook its head. It watched as the slave moved to its side and pressed a button. Instantly, a cloudy fluid began to move through the tubes and went into the port on its arm. Seconds later, it felt a wave of coolness over its body paired with a warmth deep in its groin and balls. Instinctively, it flexed its feet as its mind began to drift. Within minutes, it was in a dream state as the machine between its legs came to life and began to work to induce the first of its ejaculation collections for the day.
Bulls were milked at seven and nine thirty in the morning. The morning technician shift ended at noon, just as the evening shift was starting, and the noon semen collection was induced. A third and fourth extraction occurred at three thirty and five o'clock in the afternoon. After this last collection, the bulls were given fifteen minutes to recover and wake from their sedatives as the slaves Zed and Beta, led by Victor, tended to them.
"Fucking hell," Titan groaned as it felt the gag removed from his mouth and the chair put into a sitting position.
"You had a good milking day," the young twenty-one-year-old slave Zed said. "Well into the top five percent of your historical averages.
"It felt like it," Titan replied as it grabbed its metal chastity pod that had been reinstalled on its cock and balls. "I'm a little sorer than usual."
"Do you need something?" Zed asked as it began to remove the restraints from the bull.
"I'm okay," Titan replied as it shook its head. "I know that stuff you can give us works, but it gives me a hangover in the morning. I will just deal with the pain."
Zed just nodded. "Okay, big guy."
Once it was completely unhooked, Zed grabbed Titan's arm and steadied it as it stood up. After sitting for ten hours and being sedated, it took a moment for its coordination to return."
"I need to shit!" Atlas called out as it stretched in the stall across from Titan.
Titan laughed. "You always need to shit. I have never seen someone shit as much as you."
"It is because Atlas is full of shit," Hammer joined in as it poked its head around the stall corner. "To the brim!"
Atlas laughed as it joined the two slaves and they made their way over to the exercise facility. The building was well stocked with all the latest equipment. All the bulls were expected to work out daily for an hour after a day of milking. It not only helped them maintain their physique but also got their blood pumping and limbs moving after being restrained for so long.
Titan loved to work out. It always had a playful competition with Atlas and Hammer to see who could lift the most or do the most reps.
"Any erotic dreams today, Atlas?" Hammer asked as it spotted Atlas lifting a barbell.
"Sadly, no," Atlas replied as it strained against the weights and completed its reps.
"What about you, Titan?" Hammer asked, looking over at the bull who was stretching after some dead lifts.
"Nothing today, fellas," Titan replied. "Though my balls are killing me. Apparently, I had a good collection day."
"We can tell," Hammer said, pointing.
Titan looked down and saw that precum was pouring out of the bottom of its chastity pod. It was a normal occurrence. They all produce copious amounts of the fluids after a long day in their chairs, but Titan was well known for dripping the most.
"Yeah, yeah," Titan replied as it reached under its metal device and collected some of the fluids and tasted them. "Tasty!"
Hammer shook its head and laughed. "Did you precum like that in the past?"
"Always," Titan replied. "I was born with the ability to slide into a pussy effortlessly."
Atlas snorted and nearly lost control of the weights it was lifting. "Well, if and when you do go home, those big nuts of yours will be popular."
"If they are still functioning," Titan replied, half in jest.
"Hog was still producing all the way up to the day he left," Atlas replied as it began another set of reps. "You will be fine."
"Yeah, yeah," Titan replied.
Dinner at Handleman farms was at seven sharp. While the bulls exercised under the watch of Victor, Zed, and Beta spent their time in the kitchen producing highly nutritious and filling meals. All of the bulls had to agree that it was the highlight of their day, and today's selection of a beef stew with fresh vegetables, salads, rolls, fresh fruit, and a sorbet for dessert (filled with additional additives to help them recover after a day of milking) was well received.
The hour after bedtime was there to do with as they wish. Some bulls wandered out on the field to take in nature and relax. Others sat in their beds and meditated. Still others were allowed to play simple games with cards or dice to occupy their minds. Titan, Hammer, and Atlas liked to play poker on the floor of Titan's stall.
"I win again," Atlas said with a smile as it placed its cards on the floor.
"Now, I really miss Hog," Hammer groaned. "At least he kept you in check."
"Uh-huh," Atlas replied.
"Time for bed, bulls," Victor said as it knocked on the side of the stall door.
"Just as well," Hammer said as it forced its massive body back into a standing position. "My luck is shit."
"See, you are full of shit, too!" Atlas said with a grin as it stood too.
Hammer rolled its eyes as Titan moved to stand last.
"See you tomorrow, brother," Hammer said as it hugged Titan.
"Tomorrow," Titan replied as more hugs were exchanged.
As the two bulls left the stall, Victor smiled and watched as the big bull slave got into its bed.
"Zed said you were a little sore earlier," Victor replied. "How are you now?"
"Good," Titan replied. "Just had a big day."
"I know," Victor replied. "Master was proud of the numbers today."
"Just wish I had some good dreams to remember today," Titan replied. "Like that one of my cousin."
"Oh, the big guy, right?" Victor replied with a nod. "The one from Master's friend's farm."
"Huh?" Titan replied, looking up at Victor.
"You know, the one that came to visit the farm a few weeks back," Victor said as it moved to turn the light off next to the bull's bed. "Tango told me all about it. Wild that it was located so close."
"You mean that was real?" Titan said in shock.
"Yeah," Victor said with a chuckle as it turned the light out. "Tango told me you two looked like brothers, not cousins. Good night, Titan."
Titan nodded as the slave left the stall and continued down the line.
"Fuck," Titan replied as it sat back. "That WAS Chip."
A tear fell down Titan's face as the shock caused a shiver down his body.
"I miss you, buddy."
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