As the sun dipped below the horizon, Nutless and Cee took in the night air as they walked back from the gym. After a brutal day in the fields and an hour of strength training, both slaves were exhausted. It had been two weeks since Cee had visited Handleman Farms with its master, Frank. Every day since, it had injected itself with the special drug that it had been given. It was only half the dose that Gimp received, but the effects had been dramatic. Cee's cock was now either partially or fully erect most of the time. Even just a stray thought in the wrong direction would cause it to swell up in minutes. Long threads of precum now permanently dangled from its foreskin, which sailed in various directions as it worked through the day.
Nutless had become fascinated by the spectacle. Cee didn't appear to be in any pain, but the constant arousal was beginning to cause issues with their daily chores. Cee had to take more frequent breaks on days when he maintained his erection too long. It became distracted easily, and its easy-going nature had become more strained at times. It would snap at Nutless for no reason or curse when the smallest thing went wrong. Still, a good workout did a lot to help not only his attitude but its energy levels.
As they reached the barn, they saw Frank waiting for them. Each slave dropped their boots and hat and stood at attention next to each other.
"Good evening, slaves," Frank said.
"Good evening, Master!" the slaves replied.
"Did you have a good workout?" Frank asked.
"Yes, Master," Cee replied. "Nutless even did more reps than me today."
"Did you know, Nutless?" Frank asked.
"Yes, Master," Nutless replied. "Thank you for the testosterone."
"If you behave, I will continue to give it to you," Frank replied. "I want our slaves strong and well-adjusted."
"Yes, Master," Nutless replied.
"Do you need us for service, Master?" Cee asked.
Frank smiled as he looked down at the slave's erect cock.
"Funny you should ask. Yes, I do, Cee. It is time to put that tool of yours to use. The drug you have been on for the past few weeks seems to be working."
"Yes, Master," Cee replied. "I've been extremely horny, and my balls have been aching."
"But, no masturbation, correct?" Frank asked.
"No, master," Cee replied. "Not in fifteen days."
"Excellent," Frank replied. "I've already got Gimp ready for collection. You may join it in the dungeon."
"At once, Sir," Cee replied.
"But stop by the bathroom and wash your cock," Frank said. "As you saw at Lewis's farm, bulls need to be as clean and sterile as possible, okay?"
"Yes, Master," Cee said.
"I have no need for you tonight, Nutless," Frank said. "You may go and eat your dinner. But prepare two portions for your fellow slaves for later. They will be busy for the next couple of hours."
"Yes, Master," Nutless said.
"Dismissed," Frank replied as he walked by toward the house.
"What is all this about, Alpha?" Nutless asked. "Bulls?"
"I'll tell you later," Cee replied.
It took ten minutes for Cee to make it to the dungeon. It had not only washed its cock and balls three times, but it had also trimmed back its crotch to a short stubble. Seeing its nearly bare groin enhanced the look of his ample sack and erect phallus, but it also made him appear to be younger. Still, it wanted to ensure that it was as sanitary as possible.
As Cee entered the room at the back of the barn, it saw Gimp was secured to the fuck bench. The slave's legs and wrists were in shackles, and a ball gag was in its mouth. A metal plug was in its ass, which had a cable coming out of it that ran into one of the portable machines that Cee had helped retrieve from Lewis's farm. Under the slave, a suction device had been attached to its tiny nub. With no shaft to grip onto, it had been secured in place by a leather strap that went around the slave's waist and between its legs and connected in the back. The front part had a hole in it that slid over the suction device and ensured it was flush against the slave's abdomen.
"What do you think, Cee?" Frank asked as he walked in behind the slave.
"It looks similar to how the bulls were hooked up," Cee replied. "You even managed to secure the device to Gimp's nub."
"Yes!" Frank replied. "That took a little bit of ingenuity, but with the help of a friend of mine, we came up with an acceptable solution.
Frank walked over and ran a hand over the branded ass of Gimp. The touch made the slave jerk.
"It is just me, Gimp," Frank replied.
It was then that Cee noticed that not only was Gimp gagged, but it was also blindfolded. There were also devices attached to its nipples.
"I wanted to enhance this experience with some sensory deprivation for my slave," Frank said with a smile. "Figured adding in some nipple stimulation might increase sperm production, too. Gotta make sure those balls of yours are really producing. Right, Gimp?"
Frank lightly tapped Gimp's balls with his hand, and the slave immediately began to whimper and writhe.
"I gave Gimp an extra dose of medication this morning," Frank said to Cee. "Wanted to see just how much cum it can produce."
"Yes, Master," Cee replied as it stood at attention. "Do you want me to go after Gimp, or do you have another plan?"
"Sadly, I only have the equipment to do you both one at a time," Frank replied. "But I will need your help, anyway. Gimp is ready for collection. I will need you to watch. When he is ready to blow, give the word, and I will initiate the collection."
"Yes, Master," Cee replied.
"I have explained what is going to happen to Gimp," Frank said as he rubbed his own evident erection in his pants. "It knows since it has no erectile tissue that it will have to let us know when it is ready. Please hold its hand. It has been told to squeeze your hand just before it goes over the edge to orgasm. If it squeezes before or after that, it knows it will be punished. I don't want to waste my time or any fluids."
"I understand, Master," Cee replied as it grabbed a chair and moved to sit next to Gimp.
Frank nodded as he walked over to the device next to the bench. As he did so, Cee reached up and clasped Gimp's hand and leaned towards its ear.
"It is me, Cubby," Cee said softly. "It is Cee. I want you to breathe. This is going to be intense if it is anything like what I saw on the farm. You heard our Master. Only squeeze my hand when you know your orgasm is imminent. Okay?"
Gimp grunted into its gag and nodded its head as it squeezed Cee's hand.
"Gimp is ready, Master," Cee said as it sat back.
"Here we go," Frank said as he turned a dial.
Cee watched as the probe in Gimp's ass jumped slightly and the slave's ass puckered. Its feet then curled, the toes clenching tightly as it felt a warm, electric feeling directly on its deadened, but still functional prostate. Almost instantly, precum spurted out into the tube, and Frank applied a slight suction to pull it away.
"Excellent!" Frank replied. "So far, so good!"
Cee took its spare hand and placed it on Gimp's back, and rubbed gently.
"Deep breaths, Gimp," Cee replied. "Focus your energy. Let things build gradually."
"Good advice, Cee," Frank replied as he grabbed a stool and sat down on it to play with the controls.
For the next fifteen minutes, the device slowly ramped up higher and higher. Gimp's body began to sweat. The device in its ass was now vibrating visibly. The slave had begun to cry into its gag, and Cee could feel the tension in its body.
"How are we doing, Gimp?" Cee asked, concerned.
Gimp only groaned.
"We should be close," Frank replied. "It might be its altered prostate. I'll try a little higher."
As the dial turned, Gimp cried out, and its legs began to shake.
"Are you close, Gimp?" Cee asked. "Give me a quick squeeze if so."
Gimp squeezed Cee's hand quickly and then released.
"It is close, Master," Cee replied.
Frank smiled as he turned the dial one more notch. Gimp then grunted and squeezed Cee's hand hard.
"He is there, Master!" Cee replied.
At that instant, Frank spun the dial all the way to the right. Gimp squealed like a stuck pig as its ass clamped down hard on the device that sent a bolt into its prostate. An eruption of thick cum spewed out of the slave's small nub, and the device attached to it began to make an audible suction sound, and it tried to keep up.
"Fucking hell!" Frank replied in delight as he saw the sheer volume of fluids that were being collected by the machine. "This is incredible!"
Gimp was still squealing... and cumming. Its orgasm lasted for nearly thirty seconds as rope after rope of cum shot out and was collected by the device. As it was sucked through the tubing, it was brought into a second device that was instantly analyzing and then storing the sample in a small, portable cryogenic freezer.
"The potency is off the scale!" Frank replied as he watched the readout. "Dear gawd, this slave could knock up fifty women at the same time!"
Cee smiled as he felt Gimp's death grip on his hand.
"You hear that, Gimp?" Cee replied as it rubbed the slave's back. "You are a beast!"
After half a minute, the orgasm had crested, and only small amounts of cum dribbled out, which were added to the collected sample. Frank turned the dial back to the lower setting, and Gimp relaxed, somewhat, and released the grip on Cee's hand.
"Successful collection, Master?" Cee asked.
"Absolutely!" Frank replied.
"Do you need help releasing him?" Cee asked.
Frank laughed. "Cee, that was just the first collection."
Gimp shook and squeezed Cee's hand again when it heard the response.
For the next hour, Frank left the machine on low. He went inside the house to piss and grab a drink while Cee tended to the bound slave, who by this time was sweating again. It wasn't until the seventy-minute mark since the last extraction that he reappeared, beer in hand.
"How is my toy?" Frank asked as he took his seat in front of the machine again.
"Gimp seems stable, but in some discomfort," Cee replied.
Frank reached between Gimp's legs and squeezed its ample balls.
"Are these things ready to burst again?" Frank asked with a smile.
Gimp grunted and squeezed Cee's hand again.
"It is ready to go again," Cee replied.
Frank began the ramp-up on the dial, and the process repeated. Cee could tell that Gimp was in some pain this time around, or at least discomfort. It could almost sense it instinctively, but it knew better than to say anything.
It took another ten minutes before Gimp was primed again. When it was on the edge, Frank spun the dial and another massive load of cum shot from its balls. To Cee, it looked thicker and more opaque, and the machine seemed to be struggling slightly more to pull it away, but the volume was nearly the same.
"Absolutely amazing!" Frank said with glee. "This is going to work!"
Gimp was drying now as its orgasm crested and the machine returned to a low power state.
"Master?" Cee asked.
"Yes, Cee," Frank replied as he inspected the readouts on the latest sample.
"I think Gimp needs a break," Cee replied. "Let me take its place."
Frank turned and smiled.
"Going soft on me, Cee?" Frank asked. "I think we can get another huge load out of the slave if we keep going."
"Let me provide that," Cee replied. "I know it is your decision, but I think Gimp needs a rest. It is his first time."
"That is fair," Frank replied. "Besides, I want to see how you two stack up!"
Frank turned the machine off, and Gimp's body went limp. As the man disconnected some leads, removed the device from its nub, and then pulled the plug from the slave's ass, Cee reached up and gently removed the gag from the slave's mouth and pulled off its blindfold.
"You okay, Cubby?" Cee asked softly in Gimp's ear.
"Uh-huh," Gimp half moaned, and half cried.
Cee looked over and saw that Frank had turned his back, and the slave gently kissed Gimp's head as it rubbed its back.
"It will be okay, buddy," Cee said softly.
Frank removed the restraints on Gimp, and as it got to its feet, it nearly collapsed.
"Hey, grab onto me for support, Gimp," Cee said. "Okay?"
"Thanks, Cee," Gimp said, out of breath.
"How was that, Gimp?" Frank asked.
"I am happy to serve you, Master," Gimp replied. "I hope my balls produced a lot for you."
"Oh, they did!" Frank replied. "You have amazing volume. "I think we will milk you twice a week. I want to ramp you up to at least four collections a session, but we can build to that."
"Yes, Master," Gimp replied with a groan. "Anything for you, Master."
"That's the spirit," Frank replied. "Cee, get the slave some water. I need to grab the suction device for your cock. I left it in the house."
"Yes, Master," Cee replied.
As Frank left, Gimp collapsed next to Cee.
"Fuck, Cee," Gimp groaned. "That was awful."
"Not pleasurable at all?" Cee asked.
Gimp shook its head. "At first I thought it would be, but then I felt this pain in my nub as I continued to shoot. It was like someone was jabbing me in my piss slit and then pushing deep into me."
"Did the pain last the whole time?" Cee asked.
"Just when I was orgasming," Gimp replied. "But that thing in my ass was the worst part. It forces you to just cum and cum."
Cee smiled. "You should have seen the bulls at the milking farm. They seemed to cum twice as much as you did."
"Fuck!" Gimp groaned. "I don't know if I can..."
"Shhh," Cee said as it hugged the slave. "Of course you can. You live to serve our Master. This pleases him. Just be honest with him, okay? Yes, he can be masochistic at times, but I have never known him to be completely sadistic."
"Okay," Gimp replied.
"And you got me, Cubby," Cee said. "And I will need you. I'm going next!"
Gimp looked up at Cee and took a deep breath. "I'll be here for you, Cee."
Ten minutes later, Cee was lying on its back on an adjustable table. Its back was elevated, and its legs were spread. Its ass was resting on a cushion that was under its lower back, which gave access to its ass but also allowed its balls to hang down lower and rest on the surface of the table. It was not retrained like Gimp had been and was watching intently as Frank slid the large milking device over its now erect cock.
"How does that feel, Cee?" Frank asked.
Cee grunted as it adjusted its legs, spreading them wider for a better view.
"It feels weird, Master."
"Just wait," Frank said with a grin as he lubed up the metal rod.
Gimp was standing next to Cee, and it reached out and clasped the fellow slave's left hand. Cee let its head fall back as the lubed plug found its hole and then slid inside.
"Fuck," Cee groaned.
"Hurt?" Frank asked.
"No master," Cee replied with a grunt. "Just never had anything forced in me like that before."
"Well, just take a few breaths," Frank replied. "I need to position it correctly."
Cee nodded as it felt the metal rod move around. The device had a sensor on it that would produce a particular tone when it was directly over the slave's prostate. When Frank heard the tone, he pressed a button, and the base of the device inflated. Cee's eyes shot open, and it gasped as it felt the plug lock inside its ass.
Frank looked up and smiled when he heard the audible gasp from his slave.
"That knot is locked in."
"Yes, Sir!" Cee replied with a gasp.
Frank patted Cee's leg and then moved to sit in front of his machine again. Flipping a switch, Cee felt the milker begin to pressurize and grip its shaft. Then the pulsing began. It was feather light at this point, but the sensations made goosepimples form all over Cee's body.
"Holy hell!" Cee grunted.
"Feel good?" Frank asked.
"Yes, Master," Cee replied as it squeezed Gimp's hand and turned to smile at it.
Gimp grinned back as it then turned to watch the show. The smaller slave was mesmerized by the sight. The device was expertly milking Cee's shaft. It started slowly and would gradually build up pressure and then release it. After each wave, lasting several minutes, Cee would feel his body tense and shudder. At the same time, the production of precum coming out of its cock increased with every moment. It didn't take long for the audible suction of the clear fluids to echo in the room.
"How are those balls feeling, Cee?" Frank asked as he slowly turned the dial up.
"I am ready to produce for you, Master," Cee replied with a grunt. "They are so full."
"Well, let's see about getting your first collection then," Frank replied as he twisted another dial.
Instantly, the plug in Cee's ass came to life. The slave felt it pulse and warm. It could feel an electric pulse on its prostate that seemed to both energize and massage it at the same time. It was uncomfortable at first, but soon it felt a warm sensation flood through its entire groin. Its balls began to ache more, and it felt its shaft swelling to its maximum extent.
"Damn, Cee!" Gimp replied as it watched the cock inflate. "How big can you get?"
Before Cee could respond, its whole body tensed, and it gave a death grip to Gimp.
"Cee is ready, Master!" Gimp exclaimed as Frank spun the last dial.
"Fuck!" Cee screamed as it felt a hard pulse on its prostate.
Within seconds, cum shot out of Cee's cock so forcefully that it smacked against the clear side of the milker before it was sucked away. It was as though its tool was a geyser. Shot after shot flooded out while the slave remained tensed, its feet curled into a ball and its legs shuddering as it tried to keep them spread wide.
"Fuck!" Cee said loudly as its head fell back hard.
Gimp watched Cee's ass come off the table as the device continued to suck.
"Hold on there, slave," Frank replied as he quickly jumped up and used both hands to force Cee's hips back down. "Ride through it. Look at me!"
Cee gasped but forced itself to open its eyes and look at Frank.
"Ride through it!" Frank repeated. "Push for me, Cee. Empty those balls!"
Cee began to breathe heavily as its orgasm crested. It felt a dull pain in its shaft that seemed to become sharper as the fluids poured from its body.
"It hurts, Master!" Cee groaned as it gritted its teeth.
"You are almost done," Frank replied as the final shots of cum were pulled away.
As the device felt the load begin to wane, the plug reduced its pressure on the slave's prostate, and Cee let out a howl as its head dropped back and its body fell onto the table. Frank moved to sit down again and process the data that had been collected.
"Fucking hell!" Frank exclaimed. "Cee, that was off the chart. Like seriously. It can't measure the volume and potency you had in that load. It pegged all the needles!"
"I believe it, Master," Cee groaned as its cock was now being gently sucked dry of the remaining bits of its cum.
"What the fuck is going on in here?" came the voice of Burt.
Frank smiled as he turned to his uncle.
"Burt, look at these numbers!" Frank exclaimed as he pointed to the screen. "Cee is a beast!"
Burt saw the contraption hooked up to his prized slave and frowned.
"Who the fuck gave you permission to milk Cee?" Burt growled.
Frank's expression quickly changed. "But, I thought..."
"Thought what?" Burt shot back. "I told you that you could milk YOUR slave. I didn't say you could hook my property up to this damn thing."
"But Burt!" Frank pleaded. "Look at the screen. It could make us a ton of money!"
Burt's eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched.
"Do you know what that drug does to a slave's balls?"
"I can see what it does!" Frank exclaimed.
Burt seemed to grow increasingly irritated. "Not on my slave! You hear me?"
Burt pulled his hand back and let it loose across Frank's face, sending the younger man to the floor. Gimp and Cee were in shock. Cee was especially dumbfounded, as it had never seen the man strike his nephew before. Frank grabbed his face and looked back in horror.
"Fuck!" Burt screamed as he ran his hands over his head.
The tense moment stretched for nearly a moment before Burt took a deep breath and relaxed his hands. He moved towards Frank and held his hand out. Frank, still in a state of shock, took a moment before he timidly grasped it and was pulled to his feet.
"That was wrong of me," Burt said, his voice still tense. "Whatever disagreements we have should never be witnessed by our property."
"Burt, I..."
Burt waved his hand to interrupt him.
"Nephew, that drug makes a slave produce more cum, but it comes at a cost. Orgasms become painful, and the hormones in your body make you want to do nothing but fuck. If you want to milk your slave, do it. It is yours. But Cee is my property. I need its mind to be focused on its job, which is running this farm. I don't want you injecting one more thing into it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Burt," Frank replied slowly. "I understand."
Burt turned to Cee.
"Are you okay?"
Cee blinked twice. In the ten years it had been an owned slave, it had never been asked that before.
"I am fine, Lord."
Burt grabbed the milking device and pulled till it disengaged and slid off the slave's cock. The remnants of Cee's load and precum were a frothy mix that dripped down its large balls. The larger man then sighed.
"Do you feel like you still need to cum?" Burt asked.
"Yes, Lord," Cee replied. "It is hard to believe after what I just did. But, yeah, I feel like I could cum again."
Burt nodded.
"I've seen how milking slaves react to this shit. You have my permission to go to your stall and masturbate. You might want to do it several times."
"Yes, Lord," Cee replied.
"Take the rest of the day off," Burt replied. "You will need it."
"Understood, Lord," Cee replied.
"Do we have any Litran V around?" Burt asked Frank.
"I mean, I think so," Frank replied. "I used some when I was in pain after breaking my leg last year."
"Give Cee a dose," Burt said. "Before it masturbates and again before bedtime."
"Yes, Burt," Frank replied.
Burt shook his head and turned to Cee.
"That shit will deaden every nerve ending you have. It will feel weird, but you won't experience any pain for about a day."
Cee nodded. "Thanks, my Lord."
"Don't thank me yet," Burt replied. "Masturbate a lot. I mean pound that thing till you are shooting blanks and let the drug take care of any pain. By tomorrow, you should be a little better, but it will take some time for the milking drugs he gave you to work out of your system. Use Nutless's ass if you need more stimulation."
"Okay," Cee replied. "Thank you, Lord."
Burt nodded. "Get to it, Frank. Then come talk to me after."
"Okay," Frank replied as Burt shook his head again and then turned and left.
It was quiet in the room after that. Frank didn't say a word as he unhooked Cee. Gimp then helped the larger slave off the table and back to its stall, where it slowly stroked itself and worked on another load. Ten minutes later, Frank appeared and injected a clear liquid in its arm. Within seconds, Cee's body lost a great deal of its sensation. It could still feel itself stroking its shaft, but little else.
For the next few hours, Cee worked its cock over. It orgasmed three times before dinner and twice after, with the last load of cum being nearly clear and hardly visible. It slept hard after that, waking up only once to masturbate in the early morning and then again when it woke up.
The next few days were difficult, but as its mind cleared, Cee slowly returned to normal. The dynamics of the farm, however, were never the same after. Cee and Nutless no longer were required to work the field with their hands and were allowed to use the farm equipment once again. Gimp became more scarce as it was primarily used for Frank's pleasure and for milking three times a week. And Burt seemed to spend more time away from the farm.
The outburst that the slaves had witnessed became a turning point, but they had no idea how things would evolve going forward.
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