Sperm Cow - Part 1

This next two-part story is adapted from an original story by the incredible author and artist, Jotto. I have only expanded upon his already brilliant and boner-inducing story...

Sperm Cow - Part 1

Based on an original story by Jotto

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“Wanted:  Muscle-bound stud to do heavy lifting for good pay.” 

That message and a phone number were all that was scribbled on a three by five card pinned to the bulletin board at the local gym. The note was far too brief to reveal the nefarious intent and the dark heart of the man who put it there…

Rod Steel was the alpha bull of this local house of muscle development, and his hulking mass was the gym’s dominant feature whenever he was working out. No longer a boy, but not yet a man, the only knowledge he possessed was how to build big muscles, and his only belief was in his beauty. 

When he saw the note, Rod knew he was willing and quite able to do some heavy lifting. And since he was in need of money, the overdeveloped stack of muscle was quick to take the notice off the wall and call the number. 

A deep and heavily graveled voice scratched its way into his ear…

“What?”

“I’m calling about doing some heavy lifting.”

“So, you think you’re big enough for the job? You got a strong enough back?”

“Oh yeah, I’m plenty strong enough.”

“Really? I don’t want to waste my time with some scrawny greenhorn. Just how big are you?”

“Well, does six feet tall and two-hundred and ninety-five pounds of muscle sound big enough for you?”

“Yes it does. You’ll do just fine. Be here by eight-o-clock Saturday morning. If you want the job, it pays a hundred dollars a day. The address is on the back of the card.”

“So…”

The man hung up before Rod could say anything more. 

As instructed, Rod got up bright and early on Saturday morning, and drove out to an isolated slaughterhouse that reigned over a deserted cattle ranch. As Rod pulled up on his secondhand Kawasaki, he ignored the sense of doom that momentarily swept over his immodestly clothed musculature, blaming it on the smell of dried manure and rusting metal. Rod parked his bike next to the hall of bovine death, oblivious to the dark pair of eyes that peered out of soiled windows. 

The dark and intense eyes focused on the stunning physique of the young buck as he dismounted his motorcycle and pushed back his thick, golden-red hair. The young man was intensely handsome, with the square-jawed features of a comic book super hero, and the body to match. The huge young stud had the body of a Greek god, thick with dense and rock hard muscles that only a life devoted to the gym can bestow upon a man. Not an ounce of fat marred this young bull’s phenomenal physique, and his smooth, tanned, perfect skin was stretched so tight across that incredible collection of hard muscles that it looked like it was two sizes too small for his body.

To perform the heavy lifting at hand, Rod chose to scantily clad his enormously muscular body in a manner that screamed “Look at me!” His outfit consisted of a simple pair of sneakers (size 16 for his unusually huge feet), an undersized white tank top that stretched dangerously tight across the perfect mounds of his thickly muscled chest, and a stunted pare of skin-tight blue jean cut-offs that fit his loins more like a pair of Speedos. A small rip beside his rear pocket of those skimpy jean shorts revealed some of the tight flesh of his muscular, youthful buttocks. 

A button missing from the front of his shorts allowed the forward gap of his waistband to form a “V” that pointed downward to an overworked zipper, a zipper that did its best to stay in place as it coasted up and over a truly voluminous denim bulge. Rod’s crotch bulge was so large that it commanded the attention of all who caught a glimpse of the young muscle god’s front elevation. 

The unkempt dirt road and poor shock absorbers of his motorcycle had wreaked havoc on his manly cargo, bashing and crushing his huge package over every bump, and leaving his manhood screaming for attention. Rod posed beside his bike and quickly scanned the area before adjusting himself, even though he was never shy about revealing his form. Rod quickly undid his fly, revealing the massive meat within his shorts. He quickly flopped his manhood out and jostled it around, his hands grasped on to his waistband, using his over stuffed under shorts like a sling forcing his goods to dance around and refresh in the warm morning air. 

The dark, hidden eyes grew wide at the sight before them. Rod’s cock was a true monster, a massive, mighty horse dick that was 12 inches long and thick as a beer can – when completely soft!!! The immense girth of his shaft was covered in a thick tracery of veins, making the mighty male organ look just as strong and powerful as any of his other overly developed muscles. Even soft, the huge head on the end of that thick shaft was as big as an apple, huge and juicy and shiny. 

The enormous nuts that draped low and oh so heavy beneath that majestic cock were equally as massive and awe inspiring. Each immense, obscenely oversized orb was as big as a man’s fist, and was so heavy that together they stretched his loose and floppy (and freshly shaved) ballsac to more than 3 inches from his muscular crotch. These were mighty balls indeed, and built for heavy action. 

Rod loved to flaunt his extraordinarily muscular body and eye popping genitals in the locker room every chance he got, and there wasn’t a single man at the gym who wasn’t jealous to the core of this young masculine muscle god. 

Just as Rod was skillfully folding his hefty cock and voluminous balls back in to his tight shorts, his future employer emerged from a giant gap in the building’s side. He was a huge, hairy bear of a man, standing at least 6’6” tall and with a mighty, meaty, muscular torso that resembled a beer keg. Rod’s beautiful green eyes almost bugged out of his head as he took in the sheer awesome size of the man, and the young man estimated that the huge bear must outweigh him by a good 100 pounds or more! He’d never seen a man so huge in his life, and for the first time in many years, Rod felt almost puny. The massive man was fully clad in very old and dirty denim that clung to his huge and hairy muscles, and made him look somehow even more intimidating and imposing than his extraordinary size would already allow. 

The huge man stomped his boots as he walked his way over to the nearly naked Rod, who feigned embarrassment at being caught fiddling with his own junk.

“Sorry about that, but that road is pretty rough.”

The deep and heavily gravelly voice replied, “Ain’t anybody around for miles. You can be naked as a jay bird for all I care.”

Rod could barely see the man’s mouth move through the thick nest of the dark beard that covered the lower half of his face. As the two men shook hands, Rod almost cringed at the power of the larger man’s grip. Rod knew that he was phenomenally strong, but this mighty tree of a man was even stronger than him! 

The huge man used the handshake as an opportunity to pull Rod in and turn him around, examining him like all the butchered steer that had once passed through these unholy grounds.

“Yeah, you look just right for what I have in mind. Follow me.”

A little surprised and shaken at his treatment, Rod followed the man into the building, intimidated by both the condemned slaughterhouse and the huge man in leading him in to the darkness.

“Ah, my name is Rod.”

“Good for you.” The man replies growlingly.

Rod takes the cue and leaves the pleasantries out. The two men walk down a faintly lit stairway that leads down to a subterranean hold filled with tons of old and forgotten machine parts. The man stops abruptly at the base of the stairs and Rod almost collides into him. The vast room is lit by a single light bulb, and it takes a moment for the young bodybuilder’s eyes to adjust.

The man orders Rod, “Take all this shit out of here and place it upstairs. This room is going to serve a new purpose. Take everything out except that chair and the stuff behind it.” 

In the corner sits an old wooden chair, some rope, and an old pool pump, a pump that looked like it was last used to pump out cow blood from the collection wells. 

As the man heads back up the stairs, Rod begins this physical activity like he’s begun every other previous task, by taking off his shirt. The man stops to watch Rod reveal his mighty musculature, watching with hungry eyes as his tight tank top hugs his body, then sweeps over the sharply defined abs and the massive chest made of two rock-hard pillows of flesh. 

As Rod drapes his shirt over the stair’s railing, he notices the man studying him. Not one to pass up an opportunity to be the center of attention, the young body builder begins an impromptu pose down. Rod flexes and coyly poses, pretending to be stretching, pretending not to notice the man’s breathing is getting heavier. As Rod makes an exaggerated grab onto a piece of junk, the man takes one step back down towards the conceded show-off, stops, and quickly debates to himself what to say next.

“You think you’re all that?”

Rod teases, “Whatever do you mean?”

“Think you’re God’s gift to us mortals, think you’re the cat’s meow?”

Rod drops the piece of junk and defiantly places his hands on his tight, muscular hips. With a smile, he says, “Yeah, I think I’m the man-bomb. You disagree?”

The man thinks for a moment, “No, I don’t disagree. You are quite the stud all right. But I just don’t know how full of yourself you are, you arrogant prick.” 

Rod smile brightens, “Guilty as charged. I’m full of myself, from head to toe, nothing but ego. So?”

“So I bet for an extra hundred dollars… that you’ll gladly do your job wearing only your shoes.”

Rod is startled but receptive, “An extra hundred a day?”

“Yup.”

“It’s a deal then, you get the full show.”

Without the hesitation of modesty or the restraint of morality, Rod pulls at each side of his shorts forcing the zipper to zoom apart. A flick of his wrists sends the swatch-like remnant of denim cascading down his thunderous legs and collapsing around his ankles. Rod steps one foot out and uses the other to fling his shorts into his hands, and he places his last shred of decency on the railing beside his shirt. Rod turns toward the man as his big hands groom his hugely muscular and perfectly-defined body. Rod’s enormous set of cock and balls sway majestically as he shifts his weight through a subtle series of poses.

Rod, thoroughly self absorbed, says, “Well?”

The man lets out with a huff of a laugh, “I knew it, you’re a whore.”

“For another hundred, I’ll call you daddy.”

“That won’t be necessary, but just to make sure you earn your pay…”

The man walks down and gathers up Rod’s two bits of clothing. He walks back up and out of sight, leaving behind a naked and bewildered Rod. The young stud just stood there wondering why things didn’t go to the next level. He thought he was going to get out of the hard labor and make his money performing the world’s oldest profession. The man pokes his head back down through a gap in the floor.

“Well, get to work you whore, that shit ain’t going to move itself.”

Rod throws his hands up in frustration and picks up the piece of junk closest to him, beginning the task of moving all of the junk upstairs. And so it went all day long, the young naked bodybuilder moving junk upstairs under the leering eyes of the huge hairy man. As Rod sweated off the last few ounces of fat from his body, he would occasionally tease the man by appearing with a massive (but still only half hard) erection from time to time, but to no avail – the man would keep his distance, but would always remain within sight of the young buck. 

By the end of the day, Rod had managed to remove most of the junk and soil his bare brawn with dirt, oil, and rust. The exhausted lad collapsed into an unstable lawn chair beside where the man has been sitting all day.

“So, where is my money… and where are my clothes?”

“You’ll get paid when the job is done.”

“And my clothes?”

“Follow me.”

The man leads Rod to a rickety water tower where the young man’s clothes wait hanging on a nail beside a soap-on-a-rope. As Rod reaches for his shorts, the man pulls on a chain, releasing a brief torrent of water that completely douses the bodybuilder. Rod yells and shivers from the surprisingly frigid water. Before he could gather his wits, the man has the bar of soap in his huge paws and is becoming familiar with the young man’s body. 

Rod was about to protest but yields his will to the power of the man’s impressively strong fingers. The last time someone washed him so thoroughly, he was a child that had tangled with a skunk. And that someone was his father. 

He surrendered to the therapeutic rhythms of the man’s hands exploring his body on a layer of soapsuds. Fingers sliding across the contours of his back, around his waist to his stomach and then up to his chest, roughly kneading his man flesh and the twin nubs of his big nipples, made the bodybuilder’s thoughts turn erotic. Hands hugging his neck soon maneuvered down his back and between his surrendering buttocks. Seemingly countless fingers traversing his ankles, calves, and thighs also found their way back up to his ass. 

Then, one persistent finger negotiated with his glory hole until it was allowed in to dance amongst the silky walls of his previously untouched inner sanctum. The young bodybuilder gasped for air as two very thick fingers were suddenly playing inside of him. As pressure was applied to all the right places, the pressure in his cock increased until the massive meat swelled to its full potential. As the hungry hairy brute watched in thinly disguised awe, Rod’s mighty truncheon grew larger and larger and larger still, until it reached its full glory – 16 ½ of the thickest, juiciest, hardest inches of hot man cock that the huge man had ever seen. 

While the two fingers continued playing Rod’s muscular ass expertly, another set of fingers squeezed past his massive thighs and caressed the neatly saved skin of his enormous scrotum. Rod groaned in pleasure at having such a huge hand fondle his most massive of gonads. Then the fun suddenly ended as the man’s ticklish grasp on his balls turned into a chokehold.

“Hey, that kind-a hurts.” Rod warned the man, starting to get worried.

“You’re a big strong boy, you can take it.” The man insisted.

With that as his only warning, the huge bear shoves his remaining three thick fingers and the rest of his fist up into the muscular ass of the helpless lad. Rod screams in agony as he tries to fight off the violation, his hands reaching franticly behind him in a futile effort to push away at the man’s arms.

“STOP IT, PLEASE!! OH MAN, YOU’RE TEARING ME APART!!!”

The huge man pushes on, undaunted. “I know what you can take, you big overdeveloped stud. Now, just relax and breathe deep. You can do it.”

Rod’s breath is coming in gasps, and his beautiful blue eyes are as round as saucers as he pleads, “NO, THIS CAN’T BE!! PLEASE STOP!!!”

Rod starts to hyperventilate and grabs onto one of the struts of the water tower for support. He tries to pull himself off the man’s invading fist, but his huge nuts are too tightly held in a vise-like grasp. The huge, hairy, gnarly, knuckled fist rolls around and pushes deeper into the boy’s ravaged ass. Amazingly, Rod’s cock is now achingly erect, throbbing visibly with every heart beat and flopping around in all directions, spewing precum like a leaky faucet. The gym boy has certainly never trained for this, and he is on the verge of passing out when he feels a familiar yet unusually powerful surge through his loins.

“NO! OH GOD NO!!! THIS CAN’T BE!!” 

The man Laughs, “There you go, my big boy!”

Rod’s body arches back in an uncontrollable convulsion, forcing all his weight onto the man’s infringing hand. A violent gush of man-seed geysers out of his massive cock and paints the water tower leg a pearlescent white. A second mighty surge flexes Rod’s cock straight up, slapping it against his rock-like abs as a spray of cum shoots upward and saturates his chest and face, displacing the soapsuds that once had him clean. 

A third mighty slug of cum follows, and then a fourth, and a fifth, and a sixth, in a seemingly endless display of hyper masculine virility. The hairy bear can’t believe his eyes as the young man’s ass continues to powerfully flex around his invading hand, and his tremendous horse cock spews out the largest load (by several orders of magnitude) that he has ever seen. 

All told, a dozen powerful blasts – each larger than the most voluminous orgasm the dark-haired bear had ever seen – rocketed out of the young bodybuilder’s cock with extraordinary force. Several mighty blasts had painted portions of the young man’s perfectly tanned flesh a nearly pure white, while other salvos had struck the water tower in several places, leaving long ropey strands of cum to run down the struts and supports in thick rivers or fall in heavy globs to the dusty ground below. 

Another half dozen smaller blasts erupt from the powerfully spasming cock, and then the monumental orgasm finally ceases. The thick dregs of the young man’s titanic testicle purge continue to burp out of his rock hard cock, leaking in long ribbons down to the already soaked metal platform. 

The bodybuilder collapses weakly against the water tower as the man finally frees his hands from Rod’s ravaged body. The huge man is flabbergasted, and says, “You’re fucking amazing kid! Kee-RIST!! I’ve never seen such a huge load before, let alone such a massive set of cock and balls! I’d say your parents hit the nail on the head when they named you ‘Rod’. You are exactly what I need for my new business.”

Rod breathlessly exclaims, “Oh my God, what just happened? How could I shoot like that? And without stroking myself?” 

The man smirks, “It’s all about pressure points, kid, and massaging your overactive prostate.”

Rod’s amazement quickly turns to shame as he avoids making eye contact with the man.

“You have to teach me that sometime.” Rod tries to recover, “I guess.”

The man pulls Rod off the tower and places him under the spout as he yanks the chain one more time. The water rinses the slick cock snot off of the boy’s enormous muscles, but does little to cleanse his conscience. The sullied lad reaches for his shorts and ashamedly slides back into them, gently sheathing his sperm drooling cock back into its denim holster. His ass is burning from its recent invasion, but Rod realizes with even greater shame that the burning sensation actually feels good. 

In a disapproving tone, the man asks, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Rod can’t look him in the eye, “Just give me my money, okay? I just want to get the fuck out of here.” 

“Oh, don’t be like that. It’s okay for two men can have fun together.”

“That’s your idea of fun!? Whatever.”

“Sorry, hope I didn’t hurt you.”

The man places his hand on Rod’s shoulder, but the boy tries to shy away from any more possible advances. With just a minor grip on Rod, the man is still able to spin the young bodybuilder into him and place him in an inescapable chokehold. 

Rod panics, “What are you doing?! Let me GO, you mother-fucker!! Come on, this ain’t… you’re … CHOKING me!!!”

“I know,” gently whispers the man, smiling almost benignly down on the handsome young muscle stud.

The truly massive and ever-tightening arm around Rod’s neck cuts off his words. The hapless lad gasps desperately for air, his extraordinarily handsome face turning red and then purple he tries valiantly to claw his way out of the man’s hold. With seemingly little strain, the huge bear of a man ably holds his ground while the bodybuilder’s muscles flex and bulge in vain. 

Rod resists violently at first, and then slowly his struggles become weaker and weaker until, finally, his huge muscular arms fall limply to his side, and his massive legs falter and then fold up beneath him. Even his mighty, massive cock wilts like a plant without water. Then like a sack of potatoes, an unconscious Rod is flung over the man’s enormous shoulder and carried back into the slaughterhouse.