"I said move, you motherfucker!" Kilo growled.
Ahead of the technician slave, the large, wide feet of Val, shackled at the ankles, pounded on the floor of the main processing unit. It let its soles slap the ground flat so it would make the loudest sound possible. Between its tree-truck muscled legs, its enormous scrotum swung with each stride. In only the short time it had been at the facility, the high doses of its drug cocktail had made an impact. The slave now had the largest set of balls that anyone had ever seen, surprising even Lewis. A continuous stream of precum now flowed out of the bottom of the metal pod that encased its genitals, which had to be specially made at a manufacturing facility to contain the sheer volume within. Between Val's teeth was a metal bridal attached to a yoke that went over the slave's shoulders and secured its wrists at arm's length. The slave bit hard on the bridle, and its spit dangled down and dripped copiously from its chin as it growled and grunted.
Kilo held a cattle prod at the ready behind the slave, watching as the chains dragged between its legs. Every so often, Val would stop, and Kilo would shock its ass. When this punishment had been first envisioned to try to control the slave, Val would react, even scream sometimes, but now it seemed to stop purposefully just to endure the pain.
The previous morning, Val had been more belligerent than normal. It had struck Tango when the smaller slave had tried to get it out of its sleeping stall and into the bathroom. That had earned it ten lashes from its owner, Lewis, in the middle of the dining hall as the other slaves watched. But, as the whip dug into the slave's skin on the final lash, Val barely grunted. Lewis then denied Val its sedative drugs, hoping a painful day of milking would teach it some manners, and while the slave did scream and howl throughout the day, its attitude was unchanged in the evening. It tried to pick a fight with a fellow bull during the exercise period, and when it had woken up only an hour and a half ago, it had pissed all over the floor and smiled while doing so. That had earned it a day in chains, only to be released to be milked, once again without sedatives.
"Val!" Lewis growled as he approached the slave in the center of the building.
The slave smiled and grunted as it came to a halt.
"Yes, Master," it replied, slurring its words due to the bridle.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Lewis replied angrily. "Would you like another fuck session? I'm sure I could tear that ass open."
Val paused for a moment before turning and slowly bending over, spreading its legs.
"Take your shot," the slave growled. "I can take anything you dish at me."
Lewis was seething now. He walked over and grabbed the prod from Kilo and plunged it into the slave's ass. Val grunted in response as its body shook and its leg nearly collapsed, but it held its stance through the intense pain. Lewis jabbed it once again, causing the slave to drop to one knee, finally, the bar across its shoulder falling at a steep angle, dragging one arm into the air and one to the floor.
"Do you want more?" Lewis growled.
Val was now panting, trying to keep focused under the intensity of the pain it was experiencing. But, after a moment, it pulled with all its might. The massive muscles on its shoulders and arms tensed as did the ones in its legs as it hoisted its large body back into a standing position and looked down at its owner.
"Bring it on, Master," the slave replied.
Lewis could see the fire in its eyes.
"Hook it up!" Lewis shouted as it tossed the prod back to Kilo.
Val just grinned as it was led to its milking chair. Tango and Kilo then removed the yoke and bridle from its mouth and led it, still in chains, into position. It offered no resistance even as the metal probe was forced into its ass and it was strapped in tight. Its enormous cock and balls were revealed as the chastity device was removed and its shaft instantly filled with blood. A milking sheath was placed over it, and the procedure started, again with no drugs. Val just stared forward the whole time, waiting for the pain to build as usual with its first extraction.
Lewis had left the building by the time that had happened. He had better things to do at the moment, but in truth, he was frustrated and slightly frightened. Val was a large slave and powerful. Without oversight, it could cause a lot of problems. But the man had never dealt with a slave with such defiance before.
At first, the slave seemed to be integrating. Lewis had fucked it brutally on its first day, trying to assert dominance and break its will. But it only seemed to work for a few days. He had denied sedative drugs time and time again, but each time, Val seemed to endure the pain more easily. In truth, he had been shocked that the slave had not passed out. He had cranked the slave up to the highest safe level of drug. This had led Val to ramp up semen production to record levels.
But along with this came the biological stress on the body. Pain levels that would send a normal human being into shock seem not to faze it anymore. It should be losing consciousness daily at this point, and instead, it seemed to be almost enjoying it.
"Fucking bastard!" Lewis shouted as he tossed a clipboard across the room.
Oscar, frightened at the display from its normally level-headed owner, stood in shock.
"Master?"
Lewis looked at the slave and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Oscar."
"Can I help you, Sir?" Oscar asked.
"Not unless you know how to tame a wild animal," Lewis replied as he pulled out a chair and sat down.
"I understand," Oscar said softly as it went back to its business of monitoring the semen that was coming into the quality control lab from the processing hall beyond.
"Bad day?" came a voice from the double doors leading into the lab.
Lewis looked up and saw Frank standing there and smiled.
"You have no idea," Lewis replied as he stood and walked over to shake the hand of his young friend. "How you been, man?"
"I'm doing okay," Frank replied. "I hope it is okay to visit. You said to come over anytime."
"Of course!" Lewis replied. "You know you are welcome anytime. What brings you over?"
"Well, I was wondering if you could examine my slave," Frank replied.
"The plaything that you are milking?" Lewis said with a smile.
Frank laughed and nodded.
"Yeah."
"Anything wrong?" Lewis asked.
Frank turned and motioned with his finger, and through the doors, Gimp walked in with its head slightly bowed. Lewis looked at its balls and smiled.
"I see you have seen some good enlargement!" Lewis said as he walked over and got on his knees.
He reached out and palpated the large orbs that seemed to have increased in size a good ten percent or so since the last time he had seen the slave. This caused its tiny, docked nub, mostly hiding in its abdomen, to spurt out a glob of precum instantly.
"Good dripping production, too!"
"Yeah," Frank replied as Lewis stood and turned to him. "Gimp has been responding well to the drugs. I milk it three times a week, and you should see the loads it produces. Far above what I was expecting. It takes a lot of work with its prostate deadened, but when I am able to get it to finally burst, it's like a river."
Lewis laughed. "Sounds like making it harder to cum did it some good."
"Yeah," Frank replied. "But the probe I have been using in its ass has been having trouble getting seated correctly. It shifts during collection and at times has trouble inducing the correct stimulus. With its prostate in the state it is in, if I can't get a good charge on it, I can't get it to orgasm, or it's a bad one."
"Sounds like it needs a little fine-tuning," Lewis replied, pointing over to a metal table at the side of the room. "Let's get your slave up here."
Frank nodded and directed Gimp over to the table. He then instructed the slave to climb onto the surface and hang its ass off the end. Lewis then put on rubber gloves and inserted his finger into the slave's ass to probe it.
"Your slave is pretty loose back here," Lewis said with a smile.
"Yes, well," Frank said with a laugh, "the slave had been well used in the past by someone in its free life."
"A pretty girthy individual, I would expect," Lewis said as he pushed deeper.
Gimp grunted as it felt the finger reach its prostate.
"There we go," Lewis replied. "Yeah, they sure did a number back here. I can feel the scar tissue."
"Yeah, it rarely cums when I fuck it," Frank replied. "Even pounding it doesn't seem to work most of the time."
Frank nodded as he pulled his finger out and walked over to grab some devices. When he returned, he used an anal speculum to spread Gimp's hole wide and then used a probe with a light on the end to investigate the anatomy of the slave further. He then used another special instrument that plugged into a monitor to take some readings.
While this was going on, Gimp tried to relax, but the pressure and sensations in its ass were not pleasant. Its feet curled at several points during the examination, and its body shook when Lewis used one of the instruments to push around.
"Well," Lewis said as he removed the instruments and stared at the spread asshole. "I think the problem is that the probe needs to be recalibrated."
"Is that something I can do?" Frank asked as Lewis removed the speculum and pulled off the gloves he was wearing.
"Yes," Lewis replied. "It is a simple enough procedure. I can show you what to do. The only thing is that it will increase the stimulation levels of the probe. Your slave will feel more uncomfortable as a result. Is it able to cope with the pain of milking?"
"It seems to handle things well," Frank replied as he rubbed Gimp's ass. "What would you say, Gimp?"
"It hurts, Master," Gimp replied, still kneeling on the table. "But nothing I cannot handle. I live to serve you, Sir."
Lewis smiled. "I wish slaves were all that easy to break."
"Gimp here was obedient from the start," Frank replied. "Voluntary permanent slave."
Lewis's eyes widened.
"Well, that is rare."
"So, about the probe?" Frank asked.
"I'll write down what you need to do," Lewis replied. "Shouldn't take more than about thirty minutes to recalibrate it, and then your slave will be producing at top levels."
"Excellent," Frank replied. "What do I owe ya?"
Lewis looked over at the prone slave.
"How about some fun with your toy?"
"Here?" Frank asked with a laugh.
"Nah," Lewis said. "Let's go inside. More comfortable in there."
"Sounds good," Frank replied as he turned to his slave. "Gimp. It is time for you to pleasure Master Lewis."
"Yes, Master!" Gimp replied as it scrambled to get off the table.
The walk over to the main house only took a few minutes. As they entered, Lewis shut the door with a thump. The house was cavernous and cold, all exposed brick and battered hardwood. The air was thick with the lingering scent of a man, as Lewis preferred not to wear deodorant.
Frank turned, locked eyes with Lewis, and grinned.
"Where do you want it?"
He thumbed toward Gimp, whose arms hung loose at its sides, fingers twitching with the need to do something useful.
Lewis shrugged. "Living room's fine."
Gimp followed the two men as they moved deeper inside, barefoot, the pads of his feet sticking slightly to the wooden floor. Frank had already started peeling his shirt off, exposing a pale, patchwork torso with the faintest suggestion of new muscle. His nipples were sharp and pink, the skin around them flushed from the walk over. The jeans came next, leaving him in black boxer shorts already tented in the front, a dark smear of pre-cum visible through the fabric.
Gimp tried not to stare, but the brief flash of Frank's cock, a little over six inches, with a thick, knotted root and a blunt, pink head, pulled at its gaze. Frank saw the slave looking and smirked.
"Get on your knees, Slave," Frank said, voice low. "You know what to do."
Gimp went down hard, palms to the floor. The living room rug was synthetic and scratchy, digging into the hair on its shins. It felt eyes on it and looked up. Lewis was standing over the slave, arms folded, already stripping down. His undershirt clung to a chest so dense with muscle that it seemed to ripple even at rest. His brown skin gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, and his goatee was trimmed with precision.
"Hope you are ready for a workout, slave," Lewis said, looking down with the barest flicker of amusement.
Gimp nodded. "Yes, Sir."
Frank stepped forward, the black boxers now gone, his cock bobbing at perfect face height. "Let's see some enthusiasm," he said, pushing the shaft up under Gimp's nose.
Gimp took it in its mouth, wrapping its lips around the head and letting it push past the ring of its throat. Frank was average in length, but the thickness and the weight made its jaw ache. It tongued the slit, licked around the ridge, and kept its hands planted on its own knees.
"Good boy," Frank grunted, rolling his hips forward.
Gimp's beard brushed Frank's lower belly, and the slave let itself get lost in the act, the taste and texture, the growing saltiness at the tip. Its body responded the way it always did: a spike of humiliation, a low pulse of pride, the need to be useful overriding every other impulse.
It felt rather than saw Lewis step up behind it, now naked from the waist down. The man's cock hung between his thighs, thick as a forearm and almost a foot long. The head was wide, shiny, the foreskin drawn back to show off the glans. His balls were heavy and distended, each one seeming to weigh as much as a billiard ball, slapping softly against his own thighs as he moved.
"Don't get lazy," Lewis said. "You can handle two."
Gimp nodded, or tried to, with Frank's cock still plugging its mouth. It reached over without looking, found Lewis's shaft, and guided it forward. It dwarfed Frank's. The head bludgeoned its cheek, then pressed up against the corner of its mouth. Gimp opened wider, let it rest on its tongue, then sucked in air through its nose and took both.
The sensation was overwhelming: Frank's cock filling its throat, Lewis's threatening to split its jaw. The taste was different, too. Lewis was sweatier, more pungent, the salt and bitter of pre-cum mixing with Frank's subtler flavor.
The slave gagged, but only a little. Years of practice had taught it how to breathe, to relax its jaw, to let the men use it like a sleeve. It could hear their voices above him, laughing, exchanging commentary as if it were a mere toy.
"See, I told you it could take it," Frank said, grabbing the back of Gimp's head and rolling his hips faster. "Slave's got no gag reflex left at all."
Lewis snorted. "Just wait till I'm ready to nut."
They both fucked Gimp's face in tandem, one withdrawing as the other thrust in, a slick, piston-like rhythm that left the slave dizzy. Spit and precum leaked from the corners of its mouth, dripping onto its chest and the rug below. Its own penis head throbbed, leaking copious amounts of fluids that trailed to a puddle between its legs.
Gimp looked up through its eyebrows, seeking approval, but neither man was paying attention to its face. They were locked in a sort of unspoken contest, seeing who could make Gimp choke first, or who could draw the loudest gag. It was clear neither cared if it breathed, as long as the service was uninterrupted.
"Look at that fucking nose ring," Lewis said, pausing to drag the metal septum loop along the underside of his shaft. "Fucking animal. Just like a pig."
Gimp groaned. "Yes, Sir."
It got the words out around the cocks, syllables wet and garbled.
Frank laughed and then suddenly grabbed Gimp's head with both hands, pulling it in hard. He bucked and came, thick ropes of cum splashing down Gimp's throat. He kept Gimp locked on his cock, holding him in place as the last pulses drained out. Then he let go and staggered back, letting his cock flop against his thigh.
Lewis immediately took over, thrusting forward and using both hands to anchor Gimp by the ears. "Not done yet, furball," he said, eyes boring into Gimp's. He pumped, long and slow, using Gimp's mouth like a personal sheath.
Gimp could feel its jaw straining, could feel the soreness start at the hinge and radiate up into its skull. But it didn't flinch or pull away. It let the saliva and spunk run down its beard, let Lewis use it however he wanted.
Frank wandered off into the kitchen, leaving the two alone. Lewis slowed his pace, drawing out the session, smirking down at Gimp.
"You ever swallow one this big before?" Lewis asked, rolling his hips in little circles.
Gimp tried to answer, but only managed a grunt and a slobbery string of spit.
"That's what I thought," Lewis said. He let out a low, guttural moan and pressed all the way in, the head of his cock punching down Gimp's throat. He spasmed, then pulled out enough to let the load flood Gimp's mouth. The taste was metallic and overpowering, thick as glue. Gimp swallowed desperately, trying to keep up.
"Fuck, you're a good little pig," Lewis said, pulling out with a pop. A final dribble of cum fell across Gimp's beard, painting it in a line from lip to chin.
For a moment, nobody spoke. Gimp knelt, chest heaving, its face burning and sticky, its mind blissfully blank.
Frank reappeared, a glass of water in hand.
Lewis sat down on the couch, completely at ease. He scratched his balls and then gestured for Gimp to crawl over.
"You earned a spot on the rug," he said. "But don't get too comfy. We got more plans for you."
Gimp nodded and curled up at Lewis's feet, the aftertaste still heavy in its mouth. It looked up at its owner, Frank, waiting for the next command.
Frank, still naked, lounged on the couch, his spent cock resting against a thigh as he recovered. Lewis regarded Gimp with a look that was halfway between predatory and clinical, like a butcher eyeing up an unfamiliar cut of meat. Gimp's insides squirmed with a mix of terror and excitement.
Lewis jerked his chin. "On your hands and knees, ass facing the coffee table."
Gimp obeyed instantly, crawling into position. The living room rug was so rough it abraded its kneecaps, but that pain was nothing compared to the anticipation clenching its gut. Its asshole clenched and unclenched, a nervous reflex. It had been stretched before, by the first man that had taken its virginity, but Lewis's cock was a different order of magnitude, and it knew it.
Lewis spit into his hand, slicked up his still hard shaft, and knelt behind Gimp, looming over his back. "You ready for this, slave?" Lewis asked, mock-gentle.
Gimp nodded. "Yes, Sir. Please use me."
The head of Lewis's cock pressed against Gimp's hole, wider than any plug or dildo it had ever taken. Lewis didn't wait or tease. He gripped Gimp's furry ass in both hands and drove forward, the head splitting the slave open with a hot, tearing burn.
Gimp gasped, its vision sparking white. The pain was electric, blooming outward from its hole and up its spine. It braced itself, fists digging into the rug, and willed its body to relax, to accept.
"God damn," Frank muttered. "You're gonna split my toy in half."
Lewis grinned, teeth flashing. "The slave loves it. Look at it squirm." He ground his hips forward, feeding more of his shaft into Gimp. It was a battering ram, relentless and thick, the ridges and veins dragging over raw nerve endings. Each thrust drove a noise out of Gimp's mouth... a whimper, a grunt, and a pathetic little mewl.
"There we go," Lewis said, voice lower, more intimate. "Good pig. You're gonna take it all. Whole thing."
Gimp gritted its teeth, sweat pouring down its face. The initial pain faded to a deep, pulsing ache, replaced by a strange hollow fullness. It could feel Lewis's balls slapping against its taint, impossibly heavy, swinging with each savage stroke.
"Yeah, take those too," Lewis said, and rammed in harder. "Bet you never had a pair like these banging on you before."
Gimp moaned. Its docked cock was now pulsing precum with each thrust. Lewis's hands were everywhere, grabbing fistfuls of Gimp's back fur, squeezing its shoulders, holding it locked in place for each brutal thrust. He leaned over, put his weight into it, and used Gimp's body like an amusement park ride.
"You like that?" Lewis panted, humping in hard, the slap of skin echoing off the walls. "You like getting wrecked?"
"Yes, Sir," Gimp gasped. "I love it. Thank you, Master Lewis!"
"Thank me with your ass, slave. Make it squeeze."
Gimp clenched down, trying to milk the monster cock that was splitting it. The friction burned, then numbed. The slave felt something primal unlock in its guts. It let go, let itself be ruined.
The fucking went on forever. Lewis didn't pace himself. He set a punishing rhythm, driving in so hard that Gimp's knees slid forward on the rug, the coffee table rattling with each slam. Gimp's elbows started to give out, its shoulders quivering from the force. Drool puddled under its face, mixing with the sweat and tears streaming down its beard.
Frank watched, one hand idly toying with his balls, a lazy smile on his face. "You gonna finish or you want me to tag in?" he asked.
Lewis didn't slow down. "No way. I'm breeding this pig."
The words sent a shiver down Gimp's spine. It felt its asshole clench reflexively, its stomach flipping with a weird, desperate pride. It wanted to be filled, to be used up, to be left leaking on the carpet.
Lewis started to grunt, the sound guttural, animal. His hands bruised Gimp's sides as he pounded in. The cock swelled even thicker, then pulsed hard. Gimp felt the first splash of cum deep inside. Lewis kept fucking, milking out every drop, using Gimp's ass like a pump.
"Take it. Take it all," Lewis said, panting. "You're a fucking cum bucket, you hear me?"
"Yes, Sir," Gimp moaned, forehead mashed to the rug. "Thank you, Sir."
Lewis ground in, held Gimp in place, and unloaded the rest. The cum was so much that it leaked out immediately, running down Gimp's thighs in sticky trails.
Finally, Lewis pulled out with a wet pop. His cock glistened, still hard, the head smeared with lube and blood and cum. He wiped it on Gimp's back, then stood up, breathing hard.
Gimp collapsed on its chest, ass throbbing, its hole leaking all over the rug. It looked up, searching for approval. Lewis just grinned and smacked it on the ass, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Hell of a ride," Lewis said. "You're not bad for a sex slave."
Frank stood, stretching lazily. "My turn," he said, eyeing Gimp's ruined hole with hunger.
Gimp closed his eyes, shivering as more cum oozed out of it. Its body was wrecked, but its mind floated. It waited, silent and ready, for whatever came next.
Frank wasted no time. He yanked Gimp up by the scruff of its neck, fingers tangling in the fur at the base of its skull. "Up, slut. Hands on the table."
Gimp scrambled, knuckles white against the rough wood, ass hoisted in the air and still leaking Lewis's cum down its thighs. Its insides burned, every nerve raw, but none of that mattered. It braced, waiting for Frank to slide in.
Frank spat into his palm, then lined himself up with the ruined hole. "Should be nice and loose for me, huh?" He said it loud, for Lewis's benefit, and Lewis answered with a chuckle.
"Dude, you could fit a Coke can up there now. Go wild."
Frank didn't need encouragement. He shoved in hard, the head of his cock gliding through the slick mess of cum and spit and blood. He wasn't as thick as Lewis, but the sudden intrusion still made Gimp shudder and gasp. Frank held him by the hips and fucked him with fast, mean strokes, rutting in like he was in heat.
"You like getting seconds?" Frank jeered, hips slapping Gimp's bruised ass. "You like getting bred back-to-back?"
"Yes, Sir," Gimp panted. "Please, Master. Use me."
Frank grunted, grabbed a fistful of Gimp's back hair, and yanked it upright. "You got a hole for Lewis, too," he growled in Gimp's ear. "Show some fucking gratitude."
Lewis smiled as he approached Gimp's head and crouched down. He guided his cock, still half-hard and smeared with the slave's fluids, into Gimp's mouth. Gimp took it without protest, letting it slide down its throat.
"See, that's how you train a real service animal," Lewis said, patting Gimp's head. "Doesn't even need orders anymore."
Frank laughed, pounding faster. "Yeah, but you gotta keep it on its toes. Don't want it thinking it is anything more than a tool."
The words were true. Gimp was nothing but a sleeve, a toy, a beast for their use. It licked and sucked at Lewis's cock while Frank plowed its ass, spit and cum drooling from its lips and down its chin. The taste was thick and bitter, but Gimp didn't gag. It swallowed everything, desperate for praise.
Frank fucked it harder. His breath got ragged, the rhythm erratic. "God, you're such a fucking pig," he said. "You feel how much cum is still in there? You're leaking everywhere."
Gimp moaned, the sensation overwhelming. Its ass was on fire. Its mouth was full. Its nose was running with snot and sweat. It tried to say thank you, but it came out as a garbled mess around Lewis's cock.
Lewis watched him, eyes glittering with amusement. "You want another load, don't you? Little furball wants to be filled again."
Gimp nodded, gagging as Lewis forced in deeper.
"Aw, fuck!" Frank growled.
"Load the slave up, buddy," Lewis said with a smile. "Mix your cum with mine."
Frank slammed in and ground as he emptied into Gimp's already-stuffed guts. The cum was hot, the pressure building until it spilled out, mixing with the mess from before. Frank let go of Gimp's hips and collapsed against the slave's back, panting.
"Shit," Frank said, pulling out and watching the cum pour from Gimp's gaping asshole. "We should take pictures. You'd go viral."
"Get ready, pig," Lewis grunted. "You got more cum coming!"
Gimp opened wide, letting Lewis shove in and fuck his throat, using his mouth like a fleshlight. Lewis didn't draw it out this time. He thrust hard and fast, then grabbed Gimp by the cheeks and unloaded straight down its throat.
Gimp swallowed reflexively, the taste overpowering, and choked a little as it hit the back of its mouth. Lewis pulled out with a wet smack, leaving a trail of cum and spit hanging from Gimp's beard.
"God damn," Lewis said, wiping his cock on Gimp's shoulder. "You're even better than the last time."
Lewis collapsed in his recliner, his body covered in sweat and heaving. He grabbed a joint and lit it, sucking in deeply before letting out a cloud of vapor. Beside him, Frank had taken a seat on his sofa.
"Want some?" Lewis asked as he passed the joint over.
"Sure," Frank replied as he took the joint and breathed in deeply while feeling his sweaty chest.
Both men watched as Gimp knelt in the mess on the floor, cum leaking from both ends.
"Not a bad slave," Lewis replied as Frank passed back the joint.
"I've been pleased with it," Frank replied as he let his head fall back and his eyes close. "I needed the outlet. Masturbating is fine, but I could do that five times a day. Having Gimp gives me some options for what to do with my loads."
Lewis laughed. "Oh, to be your age again."
"Like you are ancient," Frank laughed back. "What are you? Thirty?"
"Thirty-one in a month," Lewis said with a smile as he took another hit.
"Such an old man," Frank teased.
"Well, I feel older," Lewis replied. "Running this place on my own without Dad really made me grow up."
"Well, you are doing well for yourself," Frank replied. "Hell, I was surprised at the compensation check I got from the medical facility when they picked up Gimp's collections. They pay top dollar! And you got twenty bulls!"
Lewis laughed.
"Well, listen, there is a lot of overhead when you run a facility like this, including insurance for my bulls, inspections, taxes, and shit like that. But, yeah. It's not a bad gig. My six technition slaves take care of just about everything and nearly all my bulls are well-adjusted."
"Nearly?" Frank asked as Lewis passed the joint over again, and he took a log hit and passed it back.
"Ugh," Lewis groaned as he stretched his legs out and scratched his balls. "One bull, Frank. There is one bull that is driving me crazy."
"The newest one?" Frank asked. "With the cute heart birthmark on its balls?"
Lewis chuckled as he smoked the last of the joint.
"Yeah, that is the one," he said as he put his arms behind his head. "I have never seen such defiance in a slave before."
"There are ways to deal with that," Frank replied.
"A lot of ways... yes," Lewis said with a nod. "But, I have to be careful. A milking slave needs to be in top form to produce. In the past, I have forcibly fucked new red tag slaves to break them in. You know... show 'em who is the boss."
"Oh, I get it," Frank replied.
"I did it with this one," Lewis replied. "I call it Val for the Valentine mark. But it didn't work. I've tried to break it with pain. I have tried to break it psychologically. It seems almost to enjoy the torture it receives now. It even tried to beat up one of my other bulls last night."
"Burt would have put down a slave for that shit," Frank replied. "Or at the least sold it into hard labor."
"Well, I don't want to sell it," Lewis replied. "Frank, this sucker has balls as I have never seen. They were big to begin with, but now? The fucker produces more than two of my normal bulls, and its potency is off the charts. I just can't afford to sell it. I have it at the red line in terms of drug levels to try to drain every last ounce of its production, and the profits are huge. I'll make back my investment in another month or two."
"So, what are you going to do?" Frank asked.
"I don't know," Lewis groaned. "I've thought of going the other direction... You know, just keep it in a drug coma as much as I can. While that would work for most of the day, I need these bulls in top form. That means exercise and cardio. A drugged-out bull can't do that."
Frank was silent for a moment before speaking again.
"Have you considered lobotomy?"
"Actually, no," Lewis replied. "It hadn't occurred to me. But that is difficult to get permission for."
"Permission?" Frank asked. "It is your property, right?"
Lewis groaned.
"It is a throwback to the early days of slavery, back when slaves had more rights than they do now."
"I didn't know that," Frank replied.
"A lobotomy completely alters a slave's personality," Lewis said. "It leaves them passive and suggestible, but they lose all sense of self. In effect, you are killing their personality."
"And?" Frank replied. "Isn't that what you want? It is a red tag after all."
"Yes," Lewis said. "But that surgery can only be approved by a three-member panel of the slave registration board."
"It sounds like it is your only option at this point," Frank replied. "What does the hearing involve?"
"I don't know," Lewis said as he shook his head. "I would have to ask around."
"Well," Frank replied. "If it were me, my friend, I would do it. That slave is a huge revenue stream for you, and you are running out of options to control it."
Lewis sighed and let his head fall back in his chair. Frank looked down at the floor at Gimp. The slave was still on its knees, bent over, and had its face flat on the floor, making its well-bred ass stick up at them.
"Gimp, come over here and suckle my dick," Frank said firmly.
"Yes, Master," Gimp replied as it finally turned and crawled over to kneel between Frank's legs and pull his soft cock into its mouth.
"Good slave," Frank replied as he reached down and rubbed Gimp's skull.
Lewis opened his eyes and smiled. "How is your red tag slave, by the way? Did it finally calm down?"
"Actually, yes," Frank replied as he spread his legs more, his cock slowly filling with blood once again. "Still has a ways to go, and I don't like how it looks at me at times, but compared to when it arrived, it is night and day."
"That is good," Lewis nodded. "Sometimes a rough whipping can help."
"And I think it knows Burt isn't joking about nullifying it and making its life a living hell," Frank said with a smile as Gimp got his cock fully erect and dripping again."
"I see your balls are still primed," Lewis said, looking over. "Time for another round?"
"Gimp's ass is still lubed," Frank said with a smile.
"No need to ask me twice," Lewis replied.
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