The Creamerie

I showed up at the bar wearing a blue T-Shirt and shorts. I'd just shaved my chin and my legs recently for a hook-up, and I still looked just as smooth. My hair was more feminine than manly, and it had a nice soft texture to it. The bar was fairly full at first, bursting from the seams with people drinking and playing pool. 

As I sat down at the bar, the bartender came up to me. He had a broad, muscular chest. I could tell that even though he wore a comfy shirt because of his ripped, muscular arms. I adjusted my position on the chair. 

"Anything to drink?" the bartender asked. I thought for a moment, and I decided to get a beer.

"Beer, please. House's choice." I smiled at the hunk. I had a much more feminine build, slim. I was basically a twink. He nodded and went off to get the beer. I looked around the pub, and I saw an older man staring at me from across the room. I thought nothing of it, and I waited for my drink. The bartender went over to the guy, and I assumed that he was ordering as well. 

The bartender came back with two glasses, one was my beer and the other one was unrecognizable to me. I hadn't drunk anything like it before. It was unique. 

"I only ordered a beer," I said.

"It's a gift from that fella over there," the bartender replied, pointing at the thirty-something-year-old guy that kept staring at me from across the room.

"Oh, okay." I took a sip of the gifted drink. It tasted pretty good. Sweet too. A little bit of a salty undertone. Then I drank a big sip of my beer, glancing at the gift-giver. He noticed me looking at him, and he came over to me.

"How's your night?" the man asked, awfully close to me. I felt his hand touch my thigh, and I looked at him, not protesting.

"Good! Thanks for the drink." I smiled. His hand trailed up my shorts despite us being in public, rubbing against my silky smooth skin. I focused my eyes on him more carefully, and I saw he was quite handsome, a shallow beard present on his chin.

"Of course." He smiled, and he began to touch my dick. I pushed his hand away, and he retreated without complaint. We talked for about half an hour, drinking a few drinks. Then I began to feel dizzy. I stood up from the bar and started walking to the bar exit where I almost fell on my face.

The man, I still didn't know his name, came to my side, and he helped me out of the bar. 

"Thanks," I mumbled, slurring my speech. We walked down the road outside the, completely obscured by the night. 

"Of course, my newest piece of cattle," he said. I pulled away from him, confused, and a van pulled up behind me. A man jumped out of it, and he wrestled a hood over my head, dragging me into the van. Last thing I heard before I was lulled into sleep by whatever was in the man's gifted drink was that I'd make a good cow, for milk production and fucking.

I woke up lying in a patch of grass in a completely foreign area. My eyes widened as I looked around and saw a farmlike enclosure around me. My heart sank as I realized that I was naked, not a hint of clothes nor hair on me. Even my head had been shaved of hair. I tried to move my hands to feel my face, but I couldn’t touch my face because both of my hands had been forcibly tapped inside of mittens.

The mittens kept me from trying to rip at the tape and from trying to undo my other bonds around my feet. I teared up as I felt a ball gag in my mouth that made me drool constantly. I bit down on it, and the rubber let me morph the ball slightly with my teeth. But I couldn’t get it off whatsoever. 

I let out a muffled scream, and then I heard the door to the building I was in slam after being opened. I sat up, trying to look at who had entered the room. The same man from the bar walked up to my stall with a devilish smile on his face. I backed up, filled with an unimaginable amount of fear. My dick was as soft as it during a winter freeze, but he came toward me nonetheless. He attached a collar to my neck, and he attached a leash to the collar. Then he started pulling me by it, leading me out of the stall. 

I complained, but the gag muffled any form of complaint. I heard distant male moans in some of the stalls along with the sound of someone being fucked. I recognized the sound of cheeks clapping against each other anywhere. The man tugged me forward violently as I lagged, choking me a little. It was hard to keep up, crawling on all fours behind him. 

He turned eventually, and I watched in grotesque awe as he lead me into a large area where multiple men my age, twenty one about, were strapped into chairs. Venus 2000 machines bobbed up and down on all of their dicks. They were gagged and gloved just like me, and they were all hairless all over. I screamed and tried to run, but the man tugged on the leash, choking me momentarily. 

He led me over to an empty chair, and I saw a dildo poking through a hole in the chair. It was off, but moist with lube. The man commanded me to sit down on the chair, and he lubed up my asshole before I did. I felt much looser than before there, and I realized I might’ve been fucked while asleep. 

He punched me as I took too long to get on the chair, so I sped up my pace, sitting down on the dildo. Pain jolted through me as I tried to adjust to it quickly, but it wasn’t easy. It was easily bigger than eight inches. The man smiled at me as he strapped me into the chair, undoing my handcuffs so he could get my hands strapped down. He strapped my legs in, and he pulled out a Venus 2000 that needed a dick. I watched with horror as he lubed up my dick, and then he put the Venus 2000 on my dick. It was a modified version that felt similar to a vacuum, and I realized that it had a tube attached to it. I tried to protest, but the man laughed.

“The drink I gave you was a sedative mixed with rum and our other bulls’ milk.” He laughed and the Venus started sucking me at a medium pace, rhythmically rocking on my dick. I screamed and struggled against my bonds, but I couldn’t do anything. I was strapped, naked in a chair, to be milked. 

“We’ll feed you and make sure you lose weight, but you will never leave this chair again until you’re fifty or unable to produce any more milk to be sold. We’re one of the leading suppliers of milk for the milk industry after all. But we also sell sex slaves when our bulls are done.” I continued to scream into my gag, panting in protest as the venus continued sucking my dick. 

He pulled out a penis gag, a strap with a small penis-like end on one side of it, and he undid my ball gag. 

“You can’t…oh fuck. You can’t do this to us, we’re humans!”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He shoved the penis gag into my mouth, strapping it tightly. Then he pressed a button on the chair, and he kicked the dildo into high movement speed. It blasted away at my insides, hammering me like a man about to cum. It hit my prostate over and over again, and I suddenly burst into the venus 2000, feeling my own cum shoot out of my dick only to be vacuumed away. Tears flooded out of my eyes as the venus continued sucking, torturing my dick into hardening once more.

The man laughed, and he slowed down the dildo to a medium speed. It pistoned in and out of my ass at a slower pace, hurting less. My eyes rolled with pain and pleasure as my dick was fully hard once again. The man looked at me, satisfied, and he checked on the other men. They were being sucked by the machine and fucked by a dildo just like me. 

“See you at lunchtime,” the man said. He left, leaving us alone to be milked by a machine and fucked by a dildo for our foreseeable futures. We weren’t men anymore. We were bulls to be milked for our cum. And I”d only come once so far, There were years of this to come. Being forcibly milked for eternity.