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Milk Farm - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-04-18 20:30:17 +0000 UTC"Hey!" Stan shouted for the dozenth time. "Let me out!"
He was in a cell, that much he knew. The floor was cool--tiles or maybe even metal. It was dark so he couldn't quite make out anything through the small window that seemed to be on his door, but it certainly looked like he was in some sort of facility.
And he was tied up to a wall. Naked. That was something that probably would have alarmed him more, but he was still trying to shake off the effects of whatever drug had knocked him out.
He was also exceptionally, unbelievably hard for no particular reason. Stan thought it might have just been regular morning wood--he did just wake up, after all--but he'd never heard of anyone getting morning wood after anesthesia. At least, not that he knew of.
If that wasn't weird enough, Stan could see that his bright purple helmet had already escaped its foreskin and was clearly visible over the rise of his belly. That wasn't something that Stan was used to seeing, given his rotundity. It may have been a trick of what little light existed in this tiny room, but he could’ve sworn that it looked… bigger.
In the room beside him came another long, low moan. It freaked Stan out at first, but the more he listened, the more he realized the moan wasn’t in pain or despair. It sounded almost like the climax of an amateur porn video, but lower… more guttural. Like an animal getting off during rutting season.
Stan told himself he was too scared to be turned on, but the turgid pole pointing from his groin seemed to indicate otherwise.
There was a sound in front of him--a man wearing a medical gown and mask was at the door. Then the lights came on and Stan was momentarily blinded. He could hear the person walk inside his cell along with some sort of cart, judging by the squeaky wheels.
“Where am I?” Stan demanded. “Who are you?!”
“Good morning #953,” came the muffled voice--a man’s voice. “Enjoy your nap?”
“What the fuck is this? Let me go, you sick fucks!”
The man clucked his tongue. “Now now, #953--Stan, was it? You signed the paperwork. Your contractual obligation to OXygenica will require your cooperation for the next three months, with the possibility of extension depending on performance. Your meals, room, and board will all be paid for on the company dime.”
“What the fuck? I didn’t sign up to be kidnapped!” Stan spat.
“Details,” the man said, and Stan’s eyes had adjusted just enough to see him flip a glove-covered hand dismissively. “Ready for your first milking?”
Seeing clearly for the first time, Stan could see that the car the man had wheeled in contained some sort of… device. It looked almost like an iron lung, full of pipes and pistons, and a large clear reservoir that was marked like a graduated cylinder.
“Wha… what do you mean ‘milking’?”
“Oh don’t worry, you’ll grow to like it. Your neighbors have already made you plenty excited I see,” a gloved hand deftly ran up Stan’s shaft from balls to tip, and he couldn’t help but let out a pleasured grunt.
“Please, just tell me what’s going on,” Stan pleaded desperately.
“Very well,” the man said. “You’ve signed on to be our donor. The serum you’ve been injected with modifies human sperm to provide a specific chemical compound that has incredibly lucrative potential as a supplement. That chemical is then isolated and extracted from your emissions, which I’ll collect from you regularly.”
Stan blinked, utterly confused at that explanation.
The man sighed. “Your spunk is now worth lots of money, so we’re going to collect it for the next three months. After that, you’ll be free to go. In the meantime, try to enjoy yourself.”
Then without another word, the man slipped what looked to Stan like a cock pump over his already steel-hard organ. It sucked onto his hairy groin like a penis pump, but only to ensure a tight seal. After that, two apertures opened up and placed two rings made of some sort of soft material around the base of Stan’s cock and about three quarters of the way up his shaft just before the head.
A few flicked switches later and those rings tightened, but not painfully. Then they began to slowly and rhythmically move up and down Stan’s cock.
At first it felt bizarre, even alien, but after a few moments it began to feel better and better. It was unlike any mouth or ass that Stan had ever experienced, and although certainly mechanical, it was also undoubtedly making him climb to climax at a rapid pace.
“This device is designed for efficiency; you’ll cum quickly and often. They might not be the best orgasms you’ve ever had, but I’m told after 30 or so, they all sort of blend together.”
Stan heard the words, but he was already so close to cumming that he couldn’t really process them. Just as he was finishing his explanation, Stan let out a strangled grunt and began thrusting wildly as he filled the device encircling his dick with his own cum. Even without looking through the clear plastic, Stan could tell he was cumming way more than he normally did.
The device didn’t stop although it slowed its pace somewhat after sensing Stan’s orgasm. It relentlessly kept the rings moving, ensuring that every last drop left Stan’s shaft before finally coming to a standstill.
“Not bad,” the man said. “Almost a half-cup.”
Even through his post-orgasmic torpor, Stan knew that a half-cup was way beyond what he would normally produce while alone in his room late at night with a bottle of lotion and a cheap porno. He looked down and saw the white fluid slowly make its way through a clear plastic tube and be deposited in the reservoir.
“I’m not worried,” the mask-clad voice said, and Stan felt gloves pinch his love handles almost playfully. “A big boy like you, I suspect you’ll be a top producer by the end of the week.”
Almost as if on cue, the device began to start up again--slowly this time, but Stan could already tell he was on his way to a second orgasm in as many minutes.
“Eventually, you’ll be cumming in your sleep,” said the man while patting Stan’s middle. “You’re going to be quite the heifer, I can tell.”
Stan moaned his second orgasm as the man walked out of the cell.
