A gay story: The Milking Factory Ch. 11 Over the next three days, Austin’s life became a pattern of pleasure. Wake up, marvel at his form that continued to mature overnight (he could now no longer see his toes over the round curves of his muscular pecs), receive his daily nutrition from Dr. Wolfe (now six large pills and two suppositories), shower (or be showered by Dr. Wolfe), exercise (a combination of individual exercise and competition with 1A and Connor), socialize (Dr. Wolfe now let the popper mist ventilate for 30 whole minutes), and milk until he passed out. Each night, Austin collapsed into bed, utterly exhausted, but unable to fall asleep immediately due to his excitement for the next day. 1A and Connor clearly shared his enthusiasm, as although none of them came during their sleep time, Austin would occasionally awaken to Connor submerging Austin’s cock in his bubble butt in his sleep, or 1A fingering his hole passionately while licking Austin’s ear. Dreams blended with waking, as he never went a night without visions of orgies, milking, and men. The nighttime ritual, shower, and exercise all served to get the bulls excited and horny for their socialization, where by Day 7 Dr. Wolfe now let them each cum five times. Austin ruefully thought Connor got the better end of the deal, as he was able to orgasm without cumming while Austin or 1A squirted their milk in his ass and mouth.
Austin was nervous as they approached the milking room. Today was the day when he either proved his value or was removed from the Factory. While he was confident in his ability to supply the necessary cum – his balls were now so swollen in the morning he had to pathetically walk with his legs waddling side to side as if he were chafed – he was still anxious to please Dr. Wolfe. His approval meant more to Austin than anything in the world.
This time, when Dr. Wolfe harnessed Austin into his station, who instinctually growled his approval, the doctor pulled out a blindfold and ear plugs. “Today is important, as you know, Austin. We need to prove that you are capable of producing our target donation, regardless of the environment around you. To control this test, we are going to ensure that you are not dependent on the sensory experience of other bulls. You can do this.” And he strongly kissed Austin on the neck, then applied the blindfold and ear plugs.
Austin was plunged into sensory deprivation. He was so used to the constant noise of the other bulls in the milking room, and the visuals of Connor and the other submissives that it was unsettling. He waited eagerly, unable to hear when the typical bell rang the beginning of his milking. Without warning, he felt the warm silicone of the sheath slide over his cock, and it began. In that moment, he fully surrendered to his animalistic instinct. He wasn’t using the milking machine, it was using him. He was only a cog in the machine, and he was happy. As the oral dildo penetrated his mouth, he gave way to his first orgasm, gargling around the hard jelly as his crotch shook and released his seed into the sheath. Confident in himself, Austin continued the gentle rocking of his body, edging the anal dildo around the rim of his asshole, and rode the wave of post-orgasm pain to his second orgasm, less than 30 seconds after his first monumental tremor finished. He wasn’t able to make noise this time, as the oral dildo had pushed it’s way forcefully through his throat, and Austin reveled in the feeling of helplessness. His blindfold became damp from his watering eyes as he gagged in pain and pleasure, which were now so completely linked for him.
He fell into a natural rhythm after his second orgasm, rocking his body as far back and forth as his chains would allow, the oral dildo never fully leaving his mouth, and the anal dildo barely pulling out before the mechanical arm would move it forward again, pushing against his once untouched hole. His nipples felt a gentle teasing as the suction cups pulled opaque milk from his beefy pecs. He felt both in control and powerless, unable to make the milking stop, but never wanting it to end. Time after time he came, and his cock became sore in the sheath, but he continued to ride the machine, knowing it was all for Dr. Wolfe.
Austin lost track of how many times he came.
It was at least 20. Maybe 30?
He knew it had also been the longest he had ever been milked, although he had no idea how long exactly. He slowed in his movement, allowing the machine to control him, and rested some of his muscular body weight on his collar, giving his knees and elbows respite. Suddenly, the anal dildo pushed deep, deep inside him. Austin could feel it, further than it had ever gone, as it pushed its way into his belly. He could feel his stomach bulge slightly as the machine stretched his insides. His anal ring was stretched far beyond he could remember, and as he tried to scream, the oral dildo likewise buried itself into his mouth. The cock sheath moved faster and faster, now administering slight electrical zaps to his pained cock. The suckers on his balls and nipples squeezed and pulled. Every arm of the machine was working to it’s maximum. In that moment, Austin’s entire body spasmed, a warm, strong feeling like lightning grew from his core to all of his extremities, and he came in wave after wave. The machine only increased its intensity, shocking him harder, pushing deeper, the anal dildo ballooning inside him, stretching his guts, until Austin was convinced that the two dildos would touch. The chains holding his limbs in place retracted, pulling his body spread eagle in the air, his cock pointed straight down, and Austin continued to gush cum from his tortured cock. He spasmed uncontrollably, held in the air, unable to see or hear anything, his insides stuffed with the machine. His neck was being squeezed from the inside out, the oral dildo expanding in his throat. He could start to see dots even in his blacked out vision, and just as he started to fade, the dildo pulled out of his mouth with a sluuuurp sound.
He retched and gagged for breath, and as he did, the anal dildo retracted quickly, and Austin felt his ass be pulled with it. Though he couldn’t see anything, he knew that his hole must have been wrecked as badly as Connor’s on Day 4, and the thought didn’t upset him. Having a rosebud made him feel like Connor’s peer. Instead, it sustained his orgasm, and he continued to feebly dribble cum as his body quaked. He was held there for god knows how long, his cock continuing to flow with cum. His balls ached, never having been drained so intensely. The sheath never ceased its torment, sucking and pulling on Austin’s cock mercilessly, intent on retrieving every drop of fluid from the boy.
At last, the machine’s movement ceased. Moments later, he felt Dr. Wolfe’s reassuring hand on his back, and his blindfold and earplugs were removed.
“…completely amazing, the best extraction we have ever had…” He could only catch snippets of what the doctor was saying through his fugue. “FOUR! I would have been ecstatic with three liters, but FOUR!”
“mmmhhmmmnnnn” Austin moaned weakly, unable to form words.
“Good boy, that’s a good boy” Dr. Wolfe patted him on his head.
Then Austin blacked out.
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When he came to, he was once again in Dr. Wolfe’s office. This time, it was just the two of them. He was sitting in a chair with his hands handcuffed to the arms (for which he felt grateful) and his ankles cuffed to the legs. A massive IV with yellow fluid was hooked up to his arm, and as it slowly dripped into him, Austin felt his power return. The sensation flowed through his body, and his cock ached like it never had before. He moved slightly in the seat and flinched as his still prolapsed ass rubbed against the metal of the chair. Dr. Wolfe was staring straight at him. In that moment, Austin knew nothing else mattered, except for what the doctor said.
“Austin, I am so proud of you.”
His eyes welled up as he heard those words, something he had never heard before. The validation coming from Dr. Wolfe meant the world to him.
“I was skeptical when you first came in, sure you would be like one of the many college boys we come across, desperate for money, but not willing to put in the work, who leave on Day 1. Now, I have to admit I was wrong. You have transformed into quite the accomplished bull this past week. We have bulls who have been here years, decades, who never crack a single liter, but you, my boy,” and he smiled at Austin, “you produced four liters today. 1A and Connor did exceptional as well, producing over 3 liters each, and Connor providing an exceptional amount of milk. Your output has validated all of my work, and my blueprint has now been greenlit to be used at the other Factories around the world as well!”
Other Factories?
“I knew that collaboration between the bulls would boost donations, but it appears that my particular methods have proven effective. Creating strong bonds between smaller groups, for instance. Identifying and playing to a bull’s dominance or submissiveness. Determining the proper motivation for individual bulls, as opposed to using encouragement or punishment broadly. And of course, the more medical changes. Quadrupling your nutritional dosage; whereas other doctor’s saw the diminished brain power as a limiting side effect, I of course saw the benefit. Where they saw heightened emotions as a liability, I saw it as a catalyst. Hydrating the bulls with libido-increasers after milking. And of course, the business changes! The market for mixed fluids does exist, and from what I’ve heard from our beta testers, the effects of serums made from every fluid a bull produces, especially when mixed between bulls, is quite potent. We are selling better than ever, and demand continues to grow!”
Austin smiled widely, his brain only comprehending small portions of what the doctor was saying. But by his tone, he knew Dr. Wolfe was happy.
“Now that your week is up however, you do have a choice.” He slid a piece of paper across the table to Austin. He scrunched his nose and tried to read, but the symbols on the page made no sense to him whatsoever. “$10,000 for every milking going forward. With the prices we’ve been able to charge for your product, you are worth every penny of it. You will, of course, then become a permanent employee of The Factory, with all rights and privileges waived to your superior: me. Don’t worry, I will take good care of your money, so that when you are ready for retirement at 65, you will have quite the nest egg. You will also be a permanent member of a cohort, your family, so to speak”. He pulled out two other pieces of paper. “1A and 3Z – that is, the bull you knew as Connor – have already agreed. Of course, you could chose to leave now. After the week, you will have earned $3500. It would be difficult to find a replacement for your family, but we would ensure another man takes your place. You will still of course be bound tightly by your NDA, and there is a little concoction we will require you to drink before leaving that will make the details…fuzzy.” He stood up, extracted a needle from a cabinet, and neatly slid it into the crook of Austin’s arm not attached to the IV. “This is a short-term brain enhancer. While signing the contract, it is necessary for you to be in a clear state of mind, just like you were the first day you walked in.”
Dr. Wolfe rubbed Austin’s arm gently with his large thumbs, spreading the concoction through his veins. As he did so, Austin’s mind began to clear, as if a fog were lifting, and in that moment, he realized the enormity of his situation. Before him was a contract signing his life away, essentially a slave, to a man he had never met before for the next 46 years. “Quick Austin, what’s 9 times 5?”
“Ummm… it’s 45.” He was sure of the answer, and was also sure that about five minutes ago he wouldn’t even know what times meant. Dr. Wolfe nodded meaningfully to a dark piece of glass on the wall, and there was a double knock. “Excellent, our government representative has deemed your mental state adequate for the contract to legally stand.”
The GOVERNMENT knows about this???
“So, what do you think, boy?”
There wasn’t much thinking to it. Austin was the happiest he had been in his entire life. The thought of leaving 1A and Connor- no, 3Z – with someone else was unthinkable. He also shuddered at the idea of no longer being protected by Dr. Wolfe. Things were so much easier being told what to do, and Dr. Wolfe had become a father to him. Someone to guide him and love him, and lead him to happiness. He remembered how miserable he was at college, how uninterested he was in the other students, in class, in day-to-day life. Ultimately, Austin knew in his heart that Dr. Wolfe would be a good master to him, better than Austin would be to himself. He wanted to be owned by the doctor. He needed it. “Yes, sir. Please accept me.” He trusted Dr. Wolfe with his life and gave it to him gladly. Dr. Wolfe picked up Austin’s right hand, pressed it into an ink pad, then placed it on the bottom of the contract, Austin’s handprint a permanently binding signature. He repeated the procedure with his own hand, the print larger than Austin’s. Dr. Wolfe grinned happily, picked up the three contracts, and slid them into a large filing cabinet behind his desk.
“Excellent. Now for the details. It’s a momentous occasion, joining the company, and with it comes some procedures.” He stood up, expertly unlocked and rechained Austin, and led him to yet another new floor of the Factory. Austin followed him blindly, staggering slightly as his legs struggled to support his weight. His inverted asshole rubbed between his butt cheeks, sending waves of pleasure to his toes. He enjoyed the heavy pull on his crotch as his balls and cock sagged. They entered into a smaller room, not unlike a doctor’s office (Austin giggled vaguely at the irony – Dr. Wolfe in a normal doctor’s office) except instead of a cushioned seat there was a long metal table, and in the corner was long plastic stick in a stand plugged into the wall. Austin dutifully sat on the edge of the table, so that he was slightly shorter than Dr. Wolfe. The doctor put on latex gloves, and pushed Austin down so he was laying flat. His head was inches away from Dr. Wolfe’s pants, and Austin could see the bulge fighting the fabric. He was enjoying this just as much as Austin was.
“We’ll start with the minor modifications: trim and piercings. It’s not required for all bulls, but having seen how you and 3Z respond to 1A’s I think it will make for a nice family bonding for all three of you to be pierced. And as a personal interest of mine, all of my permanent bulls will have buzz cuts.”
“Yes sir, thank you sir!” Austin had been mesmerized by 1A’s piggish look since he first laid eyes on him, and was ecstatic that he was allowed to share it.
Without ceremony, Dr. Wolfe grabbed an electric razor from the table and set to work on Austin’s head. His hair fell down to the ground in clumps, and shuddered as he felt his physical transformation begin to match his insides. The shaving was done in less than five minutes, and Dr. Wolfe quickly moved on to the piercings. As he set up the supplies, Austin felt his mind slowly slipping back into the fog he was so familiar with, and instead of fighting the nothingness, embraced it. His past life, knowledge, passions, all slipped away.
The doctor rubbed a numbing cream across Austin’s nose, perky nipples, and the shiny head of his cock. He then produced four rings, thick, shiny, and silver. He started with the smallest, which he expertly pierced through Austin’s nose in a matter of seconds. Now having a sense of scale for the four rings, he realized how big and thick they were. The smallest, now embedded in his nose, filled half of his nostrils, and made him breathe heavier, his chest and stomach rising and falling with excitement. Clearly there was more than just numbing agents in the cream, as Austin also barely bled, and quickly stopped. When Dr. Wolfe screwed the second bulb to the end of the piercing, there was a small click. Next, he moved onto the nipple rings. Despite the numbing cream, there was still a sharp pain as the doctor pierced his nipples, and Austin gasped, arching his back slightly. But the pain ceased quickly, and once again there was next to no blood. Again, as the doctor twisted the bulb onto the end of each ring, now making them full circles, there was a clicking sound. Finally, he moved to Austin’s cock. He was soft now, but even so was at least ten inches long. The doctor couldn’t wrap his hand all the way around his cock, and had to rest it on a small block to get a proper angle.
“Three…two…” And he pierced Austin’s cock. Austin let out a mangled moan and twisted slightly, unable to look as Dr. Wolfe permanently altered his penis. The sharp pain intensified, and Austin worried something went wrong with the cream, but then it ceased, and instead he felt a pleasant weight pushing through his cock head as Dr. Wolfe put his final piercing on. Despite his cock being thick, the doctor had managed to insert a piercing half it’s width, and Austin was transfixed by the shiny metal circling through his urethra. He knew it was smaller than 1A’s, and was torn between a desire to match 1A’s, and a desire to let 1A’s piercing outrank his. He was, after all, Austin’s superior, and it should be reflected in their modifications.
“And we’re done.” said Dr. Wolfe, as if he were merely giving Austin a physical. “These piercings are special made, incredibly sterile and quick healing. Oh, and unremovable except by me.” He grinned sideways at Austin who gaped at him. “That clicking was the piercing permanently clicking into place. Nothing short of a metal grinder is getting through that without my key, and I don’t think you’ll want one of those near your penis anytime soon!” He slapped Austin’s cock playfully, making the boy jump. “Oh that’s the other thing, you’ll have much more increased sensation now.” Dr. Wolfe winked. Now that Austin was officially his, the doctor seemed to be letting some of his formality slip.
Next, Dr. Wolfe grabbed 5 metal cuffs, and Austin instinctively knew what was going to happen. While he was certainly becoming the dumb bull he had enjoyed being the last week, Austin seemed to gain a strong sixth sense when it came to sex, his new family, and Dr. Wolfe. The doctor unlocked each of Austin’s worn cuffs and collar, and tossed them onto the floor. Despite the regular after care he received each night, Austin’s skin was slightly paler where the cuffs had been, and there were sharp red lines at the edges. Dr. Wolfe disregarded this, and cheerfully snapped each of the new cuffs onto Austin with a click. He knew what that click meant without Dr. Wolfe telling him, but was happy as he knew he would never want to remove his new uniform.
Finally, Dr. Wolfe went to the plastic stick in the corner, and when he pulled it out of the stand, Austin knew what it was. His left pec tingled. “Slight change of protocol. We found that this makes it much more easy to identify our bulls, which is, of course, what it’s all about. We’ve also begun to ID both the chest and ass.” Austin gulped, but obediently rolled over and pushed his ass into the air. “It’s electric, so it’s much less harsh, though no less permanent, than the old metal and fire varieties. Take a deep breath.” Austin breathed heavily, and as he exhaled, Dr. Wolfe pressed the electric brand firmly against the juicy flesh of Austin’s left butt cheek, and pressed a button. A hot flash passed across the area, and Austin shuddered, but moments later, the sensation had subsided. His cheek felt a little sore, but that was it.
“Not too bad, right, boy?”
“No sir”
“Good, boy. Roll over”
Austin rolled, and Dr. Wolfe repeated the process on his left pec, just above his freshly pierced nipple.
“And done! Congratulations, you are now a permanent bull of The Factory. Look in the mirror.”
Austin stood up shakily, and crossed the room to the door, which had a full body mirror on the back. The man standing before him was unrecognizable. A short beard stood out from the now sharp lines of his face, his close-cropped head gleamed under the fluorescents. His eyes too, seemed harder – more like a man’s. The silver piercing sticking out of his nose begged to be pulled. He didn’t question how the doctor had managed to stretch such large rings through his nubile skin – after everything he had seen in The Factory, few things surprised Austin. But that was nothing compared to his body’s changes. He hadn’t spent much time looking in the mirror since that third day, but now he fully admired the dominant muscle bull he had become. Short thick hair peppered his chest and arms, and tufts of brown hair peeked out from his armpits. His arms were pure muscle, with veins popping effortlessly from his biceps, and his chest swelled and bulged. His hard nipples protruded and were perfectly coupled with the rings now piercing them. A rectangular patch of hair was missing from where he was branded, but Austin knew that would grow back in no time. His abs were clearly defined even with his stomach at ease, and after flexing, became a solid 12 pack of muscle and beef. His thighs were large enough to crush a watermelon between them with ease, and he turned to admire his ass. Again, a rectangle of short curly hair was missing from his new brand. Austin vaguely remembered a time when he thought his cheeks were flat, but now they could never be considered anything of the sort. His ass was clearly muscular, but it was hidden behind a bouncing layer of fat that rounded his cheeks in a way that would make wearing jeans impossible. Not that he would ever be wearing pants again. His sculpture-like perfection continued, all the way to his feet, but his eyes were drawn up to his own crotch. His penis, now semi-hard despite its rawness, hung over halfway to his knees, no easy feat at his height. And his balls, which had been completely drained less than two hours ago, were already beginning to bulge and press lightly against his sinewy thighs. The silver prince albert piercing hypnotized Austin and he watched as the weight of it caused his cock to swing slightly – left, right, left, right.
“It’s…perfect.” Austin, who had never cried much before The Factory, found himself overwhelmed with emotion once again and turned to kneel in front of Dr. Wolfe, kissing his shoes.
“Get up here, 2M.” Dr. Wolfe commanded, calling Austin by his new name, the brand on his chest shining with 2M7R. 2M looked up, and the doctor and unzipped his pants, allowing his gorgeous cock to fall towards him.
Finally.
2M took Dr. Wolfe’s cock in his mouth and sucked it greedily. The foreskin rolled back and forth as he hardened, and soon he was gagging as he grabbed the doctor by his butt cheeks and pressed his face as far as possible on the doctor’s cock. Dr. Wolfe grabbed 2M’s buzzed head and began to fuck the boy’s throat as he had wanted to all seven days.
“Fuck yeah, you little bitch. You like sucking don’t you? It completes you, it defines you.” Dr. Wolfe moaned encouragements to 2M, who moaned a reply back. The vibrations of his moan resonated through Dr. Wolfe’s cock, and quickly he picked up 2M and threw him on the metal table. He forgot how powerful the doctor was, as 2M was now easily over 250 lbs of muscle, but Dr. Wolfe performed the task with ease. The doctor lifted 2M’s legs and began to lick his still tender hole, probing the exposed prolapse. He gasped and moaned, beyond words, trying to beg but now permanently too dumb to make coherent sentences. His hole contracted and expanded with expectation, and soon man drool was sliding out of his ass. He was ready to be bred.
Dr. Wolfe pulled a lever on the table which dropped it to his perfect crotch height. He stared into 2M’s eyes as he rubbed his cock, now fully erect and monstrous, along 2M’s sensitive exposed hole.
“You are mine, 2M. You will always be mine.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The doctor penetrated the boy, driving deep in him. 2M moaned in pleasure, his senses going into overdrive. Nothing could compare to this. Oral, the milking, nothing. He knew in that moment that this is what he was made to do. Fucking completed him. Being owned completed him. A man’s cock, a superior’s cock, inside of him was everything. He would take 3Z when he had the chance and delight in humiliating the boy, but compared to the dominance of 1A, or Dr. Wolfe, he was pitiful. He squirted on himself pathetically while the doctor continued to drive himself further and further into his destroyed hole, scooping the cum with his fingers and smearing it on his cock as lubricant as he continued to pound 2M.
“Pleaaaaaase sir, give me your cum, I NEED your cum!” 2M’s eyes were crossed with pleasure, he couldn’t control the words escaping his mouth, but he knew they were true. Instead of fulfilling him, the doctor pulled on his septum ring, slapped his face, and flipped him over on the table, all the while still penetrating him in furious fashion.
“I tell YOU what to do, understood? I am your master. I will cum when I want, and you will be grateful to receive my seed.” he hissed in 2M’s ear, then bit his shoulder hard. 2M moaned and nodded his consent – not that his master needed it, 2M signed away his consent for life – as the pounding, far harder than anything the machine or 1A had done to him, continued. Dr. Wolfe pushed 2M flat against the rattling table, and angling his cock, attacked 2M’s prostate. All of his insides had now transformed into the most sensitive web of flesh imaginable, but such a direct hit to an already sensitive area melted 2M’s mind. Dr. Wolfe roared, and as he did, released his seed directly into 2M’s asshole, coating his prostate and guts for the first time in what his body so desperately needed – cum. 2M came again, his cock pressed flat against his abs between him and the table. The creamy white fluid spread across his chest as he slid around the now slippery table. His new cock and nipple piercings rubbed against the cold surface of the table with each thrust, sending wave after wave of pleasure through the dumb bull’s body. He curled his toes and fingers in delight as his body continued to quake through his explosive orgasm. His back arched, and Dr. Wolfe grabbed him by the neck, throttling him with the power a man only has as he orgasms. The doctor stayed buried deep within him as 2M continued his thunderous pleasure, until at last, the waves subsided. The doctor released his neck, and 2M fell to the table, his chin smacking the cold surface. He felt a bruise well up, and channeling 3Z’s submissiveness, smiled. Dr. Wolfe pulled out of his hole, which was now leaking every juice imaginable, and crossed the table, putting his cock in 2M’s mouth.
“Taste it. Taste my cum and your ass mixing. You are mine now, understand?”
2M licked and slurped, savoring the salty taste, and moaned his agreement. As the liquid coated his throat and was absorbed into his useless stomach, 2M felt his subservience to the doctor double. In a way, this was a more powerful contract to 2M than any piece of paper. They stayed like that for several minutes, Dr. Wolfe panting hard, 2M desperately swallowing every ounce of the doctor’s seed he could find, rolling his tongue around the doctor’s foreskin. At last, Dr. Wolfe withdrew, and 2M knew they were done. For now.
“You did good, boy. I think it is only fair that we should end each night with a session together.”
He did not ask 2M’s permission, and he did not have to. He led 2M, a chain through his now permanent collar, back to his room with 1A and 3Z. They were already in the bed, with a space in between them. 3Z looked shockingly beautiful with his head buzzed and body pierced, his absurdly round ass making him particularly fuckable. 2M dutifully fit into his place, nestling his cock in 3Z’s ass as 1A pulled his arms around both and drew them tight. Dr. Wolfe chained the three together, and as he closed the door, whispered “good night, my bulls.”
1A and 3Z began shifting around him, and 2M knew the night was still young. He smiled, and slid his hard again cock inside 3Z’s partially recovered hole. 1A fingered 2M’s sensitive nipple rings, and 2M moaned. He was in heaven.
— Two Months Later —
2M – no, it’s Austin for the next couple hours – tugged uncomfortably at his collar. The turtleneck felt absurd in the warm weather, but it was a necessary precaution, as Dr. Wolfe had reminded him many times. All around him was the sound of college students, excitedly leaving their last finals of the semester. He felt unnatural here, out of his habitat. Most rooms in the factory were equipped with sun-mimicking lights, but the heat – especially in this damn turtleneck – felt particularly unusual. His ass, balls, and cock were allowed to breathe in the sweats he wore, but even the baggy pants couldn’t hide his bulge. He tried to sit naturally as he waited outside the chemistry building, and silently thanked Dr. Wolfe for moving his milking to earlier in the morning. Had his balls not been drained earlier today, he wouldn’t be able to sit, and would either need to waddle as he walked or kneel with his knees spread far apart. Neither of which would help him blend in. Another wave of students exited the building, clearly the ones who took the entire exam time. Some looked hopeful, most looked dejected or depressed. After scanning the crowd for a few seconds, 2M – No, AUSTIN, damn it – saw him. He didn’t particularly remember Travis, everything before spring break was such a blur, but Factory staff had provided him a picture and performed some basic memory functions on Austin to help him recall certain things. Now that he was looking at him closely, 6’3″, muscles stretching his shirt, an easy smile on his face, Austin was positive it was him.
“Hey, bro!” The words felt unnatural in his mouth. He had been supplied with the same brain recovering serum used during his signing which temporarily restored some of his more basic speaking abilities beyond moaning, growling, and dirty talk.
Travis turned and for a second, his face was blank. Then his jaw dropped as he stared at Austin up and down. “Austin?!”
“Yeah man, it’s me.” It was me. He knew it must be a huge shock. After all, Austin had disappeared months ago, no warning, only to turn up now, looking like a ripped skinhead, pierced, head shaved, and bulky beyond imagining.
“Where…what…how.” Travis’ mouth was still wide open, and Austin saw his tongue touch his lip as he stared at Austin’s chest. Hiding the thick metal collar and cuffs under a bulky turtleneck was necessary, but even the dense fabric couldn’t hide Austin’s newfound muscle mass. He wasn’t entirely convinced Travis couldn’t see his nipple rings straining against the wool either. He hoped he could.
“I reflected some over spring break, and I decided school isn’t for me!”
An easy lie to tell, it’s basically the truth.
“I started work early, and man, it’s been awesome! I get to do whatever I want-”
Also not a lie, since all I want is to fuck and get fucked.
“-and the pay and hours are great! I’ve even had time for a relationship!”
True as well. I actually have three, if you count being permanently bonded to other bulls and being the property of a doctor.
“Whoa man, thats… that’s great. Wish I could have that luck!” Travis chuckled lightly, clearly not one to think too deeply about such odd circumstances.
A perfect mindset for the job.
“That’s actually why I’m here bro.” Austin started, reciting the information Dr. Wolfe had fed him. “My company’s got this, like, sick referral bonus, and I was thinking you’d be a shoe-in! You’re able to do a short trial run there before committing to anything serious, and the pay is great! $500 a day, and that’s just the start.”
Clearly, the money got Travis’ attention, like Austin knew it would.
“Yeah man, I mean that sounds great! Especially if it’ll give me time to work out more, I can’t let you get bigger than me all of a sudden.” He nudged Austin jokingly in the chest, inadvertently rubbing his nipple ring. Austin laughed and smiled, but he saw the glint in Travis’ eye as his sight traveled down to Austin’s pants. Or rather, to the large bulge stretching down his thigh. “A week at least, I don’t know if I can commit to more.”
“I’m telling you dude, just a week with the company, and you’ll get all the benefits I got.” Austin flexed his cock in his pants, and Travis’ eyes fixed on the tip, and the curved ring of metal outlined by his strained underwear and sweats. Austin stepped forward, drawing Travis’ attention back to his modified face, where his large septum ring making him look to Travis like a prize bull. A beautiful bull. Travis blushed slightly. I’m not into guys, am I? Austin handed him a business card with The Factory’s address. “Anyways, I gotta dash now, but I hope to see you at work!” And he headed back to the van on the edge of campus, Travis’ eyes greedily watching his bubbly ass bounce with each step. Crawling into the back of the van, Austin wriggled out of the clothes and became more relaxed, now in his normal attire of cuffs, piercings, and nothing else, and kneeled comfortably on all fours on the padded floor. He was 2M again.
“Good job, 2M. I think you’re in for a big reward today. Your family is scheduled for socialization with four other families in the big room!” an assistant said from behind the wheel as he started up the car. 2M closed his eyes and smiled, happy to be on his way back home, and being called his true name again. The intelligence effects were already fading, and he felt himself returning to his natural, naive state.
—
“-so after the first week, should you chose to do so, you can then sign on for additional weeks. Make sense?”
Travis blushed and up from Dr Wolfe’s tight abs. “Sorry could you repeat that last bit?”
— Three Months Later —
“Welcome, to the first open tour of The Factory!” Dr. Wolfe spread his arms wide in front of the large group of men in front of him. The crowd was an eclectic bunch, short and tall, ugly and handsome, muscular and skinny, young and old – with one thing in common: money. The men clapped politely, but were clearly eager to skip the formalities. “I am Dr. Wolfe, the executive director of our American factory, and as of May, Chief Innovation Officer of The Factory worldwide. While we safeguard our practices against competitors highly, as our highest paying customers, I have decided that you can get a look behind the curtain of our products as a reward for your loyalty. With that being said… follow me.” The doctor led the way through the reception, to the elevator, and deep, deep inside the building. A young buyer from France wearing a name tag with Peter written on it, observed the security measures with interest. Without an ID card, it would be impossible to enter or leave a single room they passed, including the exterior doors. He nudged the man near him, a short, older man from China, Mr. Zhao, and pointed to the ceiling. Cameras blanketed the building, ensuring every movement was tracked. However, neither was concerned. After spending $50 million of their respective family’s fortune in the last year, The Factory had every reason imaginable to appease the high rollers.
They passed through several silent hallways, pristine and nondescript. Finally, he ushered the men through a door into a small room. “Apologies for the limited space, this is usually only used by several doctors at a time.” Like the halls, the room was spotless and unspectacular, with one exception: The right wall was made entirely of one-way glass, and on the other side was the most intense orgy Peter had ever seen. A writhing mass of metal, muscle, fat, body hair, and flesh filled the adjoining room so there was no room to even stand. Indeed, one of the men was pressed up against the base of the glass, his cheek smushed into a large red circle against the pane, as two men pounded him relentlessly from behind. Moans and yells, short phrases like “fuckkk me daddy” and “take it, bitch boy” filled the observation room through inconspicuous vents, but mosst just moaned or roared their pleasure. The man being fucked against the glass, who had 5X8Y emblazoned on his chest, came against the pane, a spurt so large it obscured his entire lower body. Immediately, two other bulls, one a shorter otter-like boy no older than 22, the other a large gorilla of a man who had to be nearing his fifties, separated from their partners on the floor and began to eagerly lick 5X’s cum from the glass, leaving a light smear of saliva.
“Perfect timing!” Dr. Wolfe clapped his hands and grinned as he looked around the room at the transfixed buyers. I already have them. It of course was not a coincidence that the buyers were getting a taste of the most mindless and sex-crazed bulls in The Factory’s stable. It was also not a coincidence that mass orgies were reinstated alongside family bonding shortly before the clients’ visit. Nor was it a coincidence that the wealthy men, who were now fully chemically and emotionally addicted to the bulls’ potent and expensive serums, were enraptured by the view before them. Each buyer was meticulously scouted and sold, first with a complimentary sample of the most addictive serum, then with increasing supplies. Some took the serums themselves, evidently the more muscular and toned men in the group, while some preferred giving it to others, turning their partners into the ideal men. Most described it as a powerful mix of ecstasy and testosterone, and all were repeat buyers. Regardless of their use, Dr. Wolfe knew that none of the men in that room would be stopping their purchases anytime soon. But that doesn’t mean they can’t be, well, milked, for more. He even had dossiers on several of the more promising buyers who, once they were no longer able to afford their purchases, might be turned into bulls themselves. Peter DuMont, for instance, was close to being financially and socially cut off from his family, and where else is a broke young man with no life skills going to turn? The thought of spreading his control made Dr. Wolfe hard, matching the other men in the room.
The orgy continued in it’s fever pitch, a nonstop fountain of cum, spit, and anal juice. Several buyers sniffed the air, intoxicated by the smell. Most were now either gripping or rubbing their crotches. “Please, make yourself comfortable!” Dr. Wolfe announced to the room, and in less than a minute, all twenty men were in a state of undress and stroking their cocks. Dr. Wolfe watched their eyes eagerly, taking in the information.
Thomas Newberry likes the older men, James Tilton clearly has a foot fetish. Zhao of course prefers double penetration. All information I previously knew, but good to confirm firsthand.
A small dark patch appeared in Dr. Wolfe’s pants as he grew to full hardness.
Oh, and I get off on power.
As professional as he appeared to be, cold and calculating, Dr. Wolfe was, at his heart, also in it for the pleasure. Like every other man in the building, he did what gave him the most satisfaction, and that was domination.
He carried his eyes from the customers to the bulls. Through the tangled mass of flesh, he spotted a bull with a freshly marked 8Q3E on his chest. With two other muscular monsters of men, one like a daddy viking on steroids, the other a mix between a star football player and WWE wrestler, he was double penetrating and spitroasting a fourth bull, all four of them pierced and heads shaved. They were of course Dr. Wolfe’s prized family, the ones who made his ascent to power possible. Not that they knew that, or cared. The blonde bottom bull moaned with delight as the other three fucked him hard, slapping his balls, face, chest, and ass. 3Z’s face was buried under layers of cum, and his entire body was red from the angry blows he was receiving, the three top bulls venting their overpowered testosterone and rage. Travis – now 8Q – had fit in perfectly with 2M’s family, and the four had been inseparable for the last two months. They fucked for hours each day, delighted in challenging each other in exercise, and slept together happily, always 1A in the back and 3Z in the front. 8Q had his new piercings fitted, and 2M and 3Z were now sporting rings as thick as 1A’s, which were currently buried deep in 3Z’s belly and lungs. While they all delighted in sex with the other bulls, their bond was unbreakable, and they always resorted to their foursome, finding new ways to punish 3Z, or please 1A, or open 8Q’s mind to new positions. They had also officially established themselves as the highest producing family in the factory, with no other cohort coming close. Their family socialization had to now happen before their workout, as the four bulls had balls so swollen in the morning they could only crawl on all fours until they came five to six times, making exercise quite impossible before release. Dr. Wolfe was proud of them, but mainly proud of himself for his ability to chose the finest. After all, he brought all four to The Factory, whether through direct recruitment, a “referral bonus”, or an ad perfectly placed outside a desperately bored freshman’s dorm.
Needless to say, the tour was a grand success, and by the end of the day, Dr. Wolfe had personally secured an additional $100 million in securities from the gentlemen. As they left, he noticed Peter rubbing his nipples fondly, and made a note to keep up to date on his finances. When the well was drained, Dr. Wolfe would be there.
— Ten Years Later —
“I have excellent news, bulls! The new anti-aging serum is a success, as clearly shown by our very own 1A.” Dr. Wolfe paced in front of the five bulls, who were on all fours with their shackled necks chained together, heads bowed. Peter was now shaved, pierced, and known as 101 – there were now so many bulls two digit nicknames were no longer viable.
“At first, I thought perhaps the change of hair from grey back to red was just a surface-level recovery, but after reviewing your labs, we can confirm that 1A has returned to the vitals and cellular structure of an approximately 45 year old man! The trick, using the cum of younger bulls, was easy enough, but getting the exact right formula took some time. No matter for me though.”
“Yes, master,” the five bulls grunted happily, not understanding but knowing it was the right response.
“We are now faced with an interesting dilemma. Each of you, of course, signed an initial contract guaranteeing required work from the date of employment to your 65th birthday, at which point, the money I have been collecting and investing on your behalf would be returned to you for you to enjoy retirement outside of The Factory. That will be in 6 years for 1A, and several decades for the rest of you.”
2M looked up, horrorstruck, the thought of leaving The Factory pushing through the haze in his mind, no matter how far away it was.
NEVER!
“However, now that we have perfected this formula, there is an interesting business decision ahead of me. I could, of course, sell this new age serum to the public, making ungodly amounts of money for The Factory. However, that would almost certainly nullify the need for our other products, and, given time, our competitors will surely be able to replicate our work. It does not seem sustainable. The other option…” he paused for a moment, and admired the five bulls. All five had their faces scrunched in concentration, a dumb look of intensity as they tried their hardest to understand their master. “The other option, is to keep the new serum in-house. Similar to our growth pills, we can use them on our bulls and staff, keep us young and healthy, and continue to sell our other marketable products. In short, why teach our clients how to fish when we can sell them a fish a day.” He smiled broadly at his analogy, knowing the dumb men beneath him wouldn’t even remember what a fish is.
“Please…master…” 2M struggled to string a sentence together. “Please…let me stay….”
“Please, master, please, please-” the other bulls echoed.
Dr. Wolfe smiled. “Say no more.” And the bulls went silent. “Of course, an addendum to your contract is required, which requires this.” He pulled five needles out of a drawer, and quickly pumped the fluid into each bull’s arm. In a matter of seconds, the five were pulled out of their daze for the first time in years. 2M looked at his family, who looked back at him, and they all smiled. Dr. Wolfe quickly confirmed that each of them had regained their faculties, then slid a new fresh piece of paper in front of each of them. In a matter of minutes, the new contracts, with for life exchanged for in perpetuity, were signed with large, bullish hand prints. A double knock on the black glass in the corner of the room prompted Dr. Wolfe to smile, and neatly place the contracts into one of the many filing cabinets that now lined the walls of his office. The only sound during this interaction was the gentle drip of cum that never stopped flowing from the bulls’ cocks, across the surface of the thick piercings, onto the hardwood floor below them. Similarly, dribbles of milk flew from their nipples, and a stream of juice ran down their inner thighs from their always-lubricated rectums. The low dose the doctor provided them was already starting to fade.
“Now that that is squared away, I am excited for us to move on together. There are always experiments to be had, new methods to try, and you five bulls will be my perfect guinea pigs. But for today, we will keep to your current schedule: four hours of family socialization, four hours of exercise, four hours of group socialization, four hours of milking. There isn’t a rush. After all, the six of us have all the time in the world.”