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Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Milkin' Bull - Jayse Version

Greetings, and thanks for your patience, everyone!

I still have a few finished stories saved to my home computer, so I'm going to start posting them now. I haven't had the time to work on NEW stories for quite a while now, so these stories I'm about to post represent the last of my truly finished works. That means that there will likely be another long lull once the last of these stories posts to this blog, but rest assured, I WILL be writing again at some point.

Thanks again for continuing to visit my blog, and your comments are always tremendously appreciated. Happy February everyone!


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Milkin’ Bull
Based on an original story by an unknown author


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A big bull of a man gets talked into letting himself get milked by a much smaller guy…


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“Now then. What to do with a big Bull like you?” the grinning young man wondered aloud, hungrily looking the huge naked muscle man over from head to toe.

“Well, I could use a good milking, my little Mouse,” the much larger man replied, a cocky grin spreading across his handsome face as he thrust his muscular crotch forward and pressed his enormous soft cock into the smaller man’s eager hands.

“Oooh, really?” the young man said as he flexed his fingers around the shaft of the huge, soft organ. He was utterly entranced by the sheer unbelievable SIZE of the fuck tool on this massive beast of a man — the huge, floppy cock had to be at LEAST 10 inches long in its completely flaccid state, and thicker than the young man’s own forearm. He couldn’t wait to see how huge this massive schlong got when it was finally hard! “You know,” he continued, “I haven’t found an udder yet that I couldn’t squeeze some milk from!”

“Oh, I’ll just bet!” the huge, masculine stud replied, his sexy smirk growing even bigger.

The pair had met that night at a club downtown, and had returned to the Mouse’s apartment to get better acquainted. The Mouse lived out in the warehouse district in a large, spacious loft, and he had no neighbors for more than a block in any direction. It was an exceedingly remote and private location, and that suited both men just fine.

The two men — the “Mouse” and the “Bull” — were a study in contrasts. They were both young men in their 20s, they were both naked, and they were both extremely handsome, sharing dark brown hair and exquisitely defined physiques. But that’s pretty much where the similarities ended.

The smaller man was only about 5’7” tall, and weighed just over 160 pounds of slender, lean, beautifully proportioned muscle. His fine-featured face was so handsome as to be almost pretty, set off by big brown eyes and long, dark eyelashes that gave his gorgeous face a look of boyish innocence, and melted the hearts of all who met his gaze. The Mouse was pleasantly well hung, with a beautifully-shaped 8-inch cock and nice, heavy balls. The smaller lad’s body was virtually hairless, with patches of dark hair only at his armpits and crotch, and pretty much nowhere else. Despite his shorter stature and slender build, the Mouse exuded a strong sense of self confidence. He knew from long experience that his stunning beauty, boyish charm, and exquisitely-sculpted body could get him almost any man he wanted — including huge, handsome muscle men like the Bull now standing before him.

The bigger man was absolutely massive by comparison, standing a full head taller at 6’5” and weighing a monstrous 325 pounds of pure muscle, just over TWICE the weight of the smaller man! The Bull’s physical development was nothing short of extraordinary, with massively developed muscles that almost defied description, simultaneously colossally bloated with raw power, shredded beyond belief, and perfectly proportioned on the man’s extra large, oversized frame. Coarse, dark brown body hair thickly coated the young man’s heroically massive chest and chiseled, cobblestone abs, and heavily dusted his meaty forearms, colossal thighs, and mighty calves as well. Thick forests of this dark brown hair also exploded forth from his deep, muscular armpits and crotch, and additional short hairs were lightly sprinkled across his cannonball-sized shoulders and yard-wide upper back.

While the Mouse’s boyish beauty bordered on pretty, the Bull’s unutterably masculine good looks had the chiseled, square-jawed, raw-boned features of some sort of comic book super hero. The Bull was simply beyond handsome, and his cornflower blue eyes were captivating, capable of seeing into one’s very soul.

The genitals hanging between the Bull’s supremely muscular thighs were outrageously oversized, a truly bestial set of cock and balls that would have looked ridiculously out of place even on a prized Brahma bull…but which looked completely appropriate jutting proudly forth from the young man’s muscular, corrugated, and extremely hairy crotch. His 10-inch limp cock was longer than more than 99% of the hard dicks in the world, and was also almost comically thick, with a girth greater than that of a beer can — a 40-ounce beer can! A thick hood of juicy, rubbery foreskin completely enveloped the bulbous, apple-sized head at the end of the incredibly thick shaft, and powerful-looking veins coursed up and down its entire length like slender snakes.

The monstrous set of testicles hanging beneath that monumental cock were even more impressive, if that was possible. Bull’s balls were bloated and swollen beyond anything that the Mouse had ever seen before, truly massive orbs that were each larger than the biggest grapefruit he’d ever seen and literally pulsing with raw male power. Those twin orbs were no doubt incredibly heavy, yet they only hung down about an inch and a half in their extremely hairy nutsac.

The Bull redefined the term ‘Muscle God’ with his extraordinary musculature, massive size, heart-stopping good looks, and obscenely oversized genitals. And as was only fitting for a man with such colossally outsized sexual equipment, the Bull was hyper virile and had an insatiable libido. The big muscle giant didn’t define himself in terms of straight, gay, or bisexual; he simply loved sex, loved being worshipped for the alpha male stud bull that he was, and was equally turned on by men and women alike.

Especially slightly built pretty boys like the Mouse now standing before him, who made him feel even more massive, more powerful, and more virile by comparison.

“Fuck yeah!” the Bull said, pressing his now slightly puffier cock even harder into the Mouse’s eager hands. “You gonna give me a good milking, boy?”

“It would be my pleasure!” the smaller man replied. “I love working with Bulls like you. They have the nicest udders, don’t you think?” He moved his hands to cup the outrageously massive nuts hanging so huge and hairy below the man’s limp cock, quietly marveling at their extraordinary size and heft. The Mouse was stunned to discover that the big man’s mighty bollocks were even heavier than they looked, feeling almost like a pair of huge lead weights in his hands, and he loved the way that the huge globes of manhood filled his hands to overflowing.

The Bull gave a snort of laughter, his sexy and cocky grin growing even larger on his stunningly handsome face. “Oh, ya like what this Bull has to offer, huh?”

“Most definitely!” the Mouse exclaimed. He freed one hand from beneath the Bull’s weighty balls to rub the underside of the big man’s prominent, powerful chin, the kind of chin that looked like it could break boulders. Almost shuddering with lust and delight, the Mouse smiled and said, “My, you ARE an ornery one, aren’t you?”

“Not ornery - HORNery! Heh heh!” the big Bull chuckled.

“Hornery?” the Mouse repeated. “I like that!” The young man reached down and wrapped both of his hands around the base of the other man’s soft and extraordinarily thick cock shaft. “You think just cuz I’m a tiny, little Mouse that I can’t handle a big Bull like you?” he demanded, looking up at the huge, horny, bovine-endowed stud and grinning wickedly.

“HA!” the Bull retorted. “I could club ya to death with this huge fuck stick of mine!” The Mouse felt a big pulse thunder through the man’s huge meat, his heart pumping a thick gout of blood into the spongy tissues and causing the massive cock to start to grow.

The Mouse snorted derisively. “Oh, there will be no clubbing today, sir,” he said, taking a step back and pulling on the swelling stud muscle. “Would you like to investigate my milking chamber? I’m sure that you’ll find it to your liking…”

“No clubbin’, huh? Then how’s about a little pluggin’?” the Bull replied with a deep chuckle that seemed to reverberate from somewhere deep inside his gigantic chest. His truly titanic cock had already grown by a couple of inches and swollen to an even greater girth, yet still felt soft and spongy in the Mouse’s smaller hands. Just how big was this massive cock going to get!?! The young man felt a pulse of fear at the thought of this muscle giant trying to force such an enormous cock up his ass, and the huge tool wasn’t even close to being hard yet! He suddenly wondered if the handsome bull stud was still technically a virgin, as he couldn’t conceive of any human orifice that would be large enough to accommodate such a tremendously massive cock! The realization that this massive Bull was almost certainly still a virgin, even if only by default, made the whole encounter just that much more erotic and amazing for the young Mouse.

The big Bull grunted in arousal as his manhandled cock grew steadily longer and thicker and harder. “MOOOO!” he jokingly moaned, loving the thought of this beautiful young boy thinking of him as a great big Bull. His massive cock gave another great pulse, and then another, and another, swelling impossibly larger with each mighty beat of his heart. In a surprisingly short amount of time — less than a dozen heartbeats — the Bull’s limp cock swelled to its full, glorious size. The Mouse was clearly astounded by the sight before him, and even with his hands wrapped around as much of that cock meat as possible, he could still barely believe his eyes.

“You mean to tell me that you’re a ‘show-er’ AND a ‘grow-er’!?!” the young man exclaimed, marveling at the record-breaking meat pulsing so powerfully in his trembling hands. The Bull’s masterpiece of a cock had bloated to an epic 16.5 inches in length, longer than the distance from the young man’s elbow to the tip of his fist! Even more extraordinary was its impossible girth, which at 16 inches in circumference very nearly equalled its titanic length!! The blunt, behemoth weapon was bigger than a mortar shell, and looked to be no less deadly. The thick foreskin was now pulled fully back to expose a gigantic cock head as big as one of the Bull’s enormous fists, completing the cock’s image as some sort of beefy battering ram. The bloated bull cock was harder than any dick the Mouse had ever felt in his life, and no matter how hard he squeezed at the goliath shaft, his fingers couldn’t even begin to dent its nearly hard-as-granite surface.

The Bull just chuckled again, long accustomed to the reactions that his mammoth bull cock elicited in men and women alike. He pulsed his cock several more times in the Mouse’s almost reverent grip, a shit-eating grin on his face as he drank in the look of awe and wonder on the smaller man’s gorgeous face. “By all means, lead the way,” the Bull said, motioning for the smaller man to proceed.

With his eyes sparkling with excitement and a goofy grin spreading across his handsome features, the Mouse eagerly led the Bull into another room, pulling the much bigger man by his almighty horse cock. The Mouse tugged none too gently on the titanic phallus, but the big Bull didn’t seem to mind at all — his humongous man meat was used to much rougher handling than this, and he highly doubted that this much smaller man could succeed in hurting him even if he tried.

The next room was dominated by a large, throne-like chair in the center of the concrete floor. It was a pillowed and comfortable-looking chair, except for the large hole cut out in the center of the seat. All sorts of tubes, hoses, cables, and other equipment clustered around the big chair, and a soft electrical hum could be heard in the air.

The Mouse looked longingly into the Bull’s stunning blue eyes and said with utter confidence, “I promise, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be milked bone dry.”

“Bone dry, huh?” the big Bull snorted. “I’ve heard promises like that before. But no one’s ever been able to drain THESE huge sperm tanks dry!” He circled one big hand around the neck of his hairy scrotum and roughly jiggled his colossal balls in front of him. The action forced the gigantic orbs down to the bottom of their huge sac, making them bulge even bigger than ever.

“Well I intend to deliver on my promise, big boy!” the Mouse said with a wide grin, giving the massive, bulging balls a quick series of soft, affectionate pats before shutting and locking the sliding metal door behind him. “I always deliver on my promises.” Like his promise of a new delivery to his bosses by the end of the week…

The handsome muscle Bull looked around the oddly empty room before focusing once again on the chair. He quickly realized that some of the hoses and tubes were intended to be used as milking devises, and one of his thick, dark eyebrows rose in renewed interest. Maybe this little Mouse was onto something after all!

“I’m sure that you’ll find the chair quite comfortable,” the Mouse said, motioning for the big Bull to take a seat. “It was built for men of a more ‘mortal’ stature than your extraordinary muscular bulk, but I think you’ll be able to fit nonetheless.” The Bull knew that the young Mouse was both flattering and lightly teasing him at the same time, and he loved it. He allowed the Mouse to subtly nudge him forward with hands pressed to the bigger man’s muscular hips, guiding him toward the seat.

The Bull lowered his heroically muscular ass down onto the chair, and indeed found it to be a comfortable fit. Despite his great muscular bulk, his hips were still surprisingly narrow for one as tall and beefy as him, and the armrests of the chair were low enough and wide enough apart to accommodate even his extremely wide and expansive shoulders. As he wiggled his big butt into place, his massive bollocks dropping heavily through the hole in the seat, the handsome Bull grunted lustfully and said, “Mmm, I’m sure you’re gonna have me mooin’ in no time. And what’s this hole in the seat for? Gonna make a Steer outta me or sumthin’?” The big man chuckled at his own humor, and the ridiculous thought of such a pipsqueak of a Mouse ever physically dominating — let alone unmanning — such a rugged and powerful Bull such as himself.

The Mouse just chuckled in response as he got to work setting up the chair. He then inquired, “Do you mind what happens to the, uhhh…milk I extract?”

“Naw,” the big guy said in response, letting out another deep chuckle of his own. “You can drink it all yerself if ya want, I don’t mind. Though I gotta warn ya, I’ll be shootin’ out enough of my thick, chunky stud jizz to feed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a fuckin’ week.”

“Oh REALLY?” the Mouse said in response, teasing skepticism obvious in his honeyed voice. “Well, I’ll have other uses for your spunk besides merely a ‘dietary supplement’, but never mind that right now. Can you spread your legs for me a bit? Those colossal thighs of yours are unbelievably thick and beefy, and I’m afraid that they’re getting in the way of some of the bulkier equipment. Good, that’s right. Thanks! I’ll just need to keep your big legs clear of these various hoses and cables.”

“No problem, little dude!” the big Bull said, spreading his massive legs as wide as the chair would allow, his magnificent, rock hard cock jutting out proudly before him and his gargantuan bollocks hanging heavy and huge through the hole in the seat. The Mouse took the heavy leather straps attached to the legs of the chair and secured them tightly around the Bull’s muscular legs. The restraints at the ankles fit easily, but the leather bands at the man’s thighs were just barely big enough to accommodate the tremendous muscular bulk of those mighty tree trunks. The Mouse had had the chair specially crafted to fit any man, and in fact had made some of the dimensions ridiculously oversized to make sure he had enough of a buffer…but he now suddenly realized that he’d only barely accommodated the utterly magnificent dimensions of this incredibly handsome young Bull.

“How about some Shiatsu massage as well?” the Mouse said as he turned on the chair’s massage features. “That’s right, lean back and enjoy the deep tissue massage,” the handsome Mouse intoned, watching the big man’s blue eyes gently close and his he-man muscles relax as the warm metallic fingers began working their magic on his incredibly dense and beefy back. The chair kneaded his massive shoulders and worked up and down the twin columns of muscle lining his spine. Heat began to radiate from the chair into the man’s incredibly broad and powerful back, lulling him into a deeply relaxed state.

So relaxed, in fact, that he didn’t notice the thick leather restraints being secured around his equally thick wrists, or the additional set of restraints that quickly bound his enormously muscular upper arms.

“Aaahhhh…” the big Bull moaned happily as the chair massaged his tense muscles, the pleasurable feelings so good that he momentarily forgot the throbbing need in his own heavy, turgid loins. He barely even registered the final thick leather strap that wrapped around his mammoth, hairy chest, the strap just barely long enough to encompass both of those almost ridiculously meaty pecs.

The little Mouse once again stroked the big Bull’s big, prominent chin and the side of his almost unbearably handsome face, feeling nearly overcome with lust for this magnificent man beast now seated and firmly secured in his special chair. The big man’s blue eyes were still closed, and his kissable lips gently parted in a sigh of pure pleasure. The Mouse gently pressed his own luscious lips to those of the much bigger man, and the two beautiful men shared a long, deep, and passionate kiss. The Mouse eventually disengaged, and the Bull then felt a rubbery, smooth object play across his lips. The spherical object slowly worked its way into his mouth, forcing his jaw open. He was unaware that the Mouse was fitting a large, red ball gag into his mouth, and didn’t realize what was happening until the straps of the muzzle were secured behind the thick pillar of his neck. He tried to bite down, but the hard rubber ball barely deformed in his mouth, his powerful jaw muscles unable to close more than a millimeter or two.

“Man, I’ve hit the jackpot with you, my enormously muscular and heroically boned friend!” the Mouse exclaimed as he settled back to examine his magnificent catch. “I knew you were something extraordinary when I first saw your height and incredibly muscular size. Then I saw your handsome face and knew I just HAD to have you! But this, this is just unbelievable!” he said as he once again gently cupped the enormous low hangers dangling beneath the Bull’s rampant horse cock. “I’ll make a FORTUNE from the stud cream I’m going to milk outta you!”

“Wwwhhuh?” the big Bull tried to say around the invading ball gag, his eyes opening to question what the little Mouse had just said. That’s when the big man finally realized that he had been rendered completely immobile by the much smaller man, lulled into complacency and tricked into being shackled to the heavy chair.

The huge bull of a man began to struggle mightily, almost wildly, his gargantuan muscles bulging and flexing dramatically as he fought to free himself from his bindings. The Mouse took a couple of stumbling steps back, worried at first that the huge muscle man might actually be strong enough to free himself from the huge chair. But the throne-like seat was made from one solid piece of forged steel, impossible to break, and the leather bindings were extremely thick and specially treated to make them virtually unbreakable. There was no way that even THIS mighty bull stud of a man could fight his way free.

The Bull’s eyes registered anger for the first time, and perhaps just the first hint of fear, as his stunning blue orbs locked with the innocent brown eyes of his captor. The big man struggled to speak around his ball gag, saying, “Wut mee gow!”

“Now, now, my big friend! You said that you wanted to be milked, didn’t you? Of course you did! And you soon shall be!” the Mouse said enthusiastically, a guileless smile on his handsome face. “The ball gag is simply for your own protection. The extreme sensations from my custom-made milking instruments have been so overwhelming that some males have bitten their own tongues or cracked their own teeth, and we wouldn’t want that to happen. Especially not to a Stud Bull as big and handsome as you!”

As the young man spoke, he rubbed his hands over the Bull’s massive and magnificent chest, amazed at how the enormous pecs seemed to draw his hungry hands. He ran his fingers through the thick, dark chest hair and firmly tugged the big, eraser-nub nipples proudly capping the man’s silver dollar-sized paps. The Mouse then ran his slender hands down the corrugated and muscular flanks of his captive Bull, skirting to the sides of his monstrous man meat to instead once again cup the colossal sperm tanks hanging so huge and so achingly full beneath his mammoth schlong.

“Now, in order to properly get all of your sperm out of these bag boys, we’ll need to make sure that your balls are nice and loose and ready to squirt!” The big Bull snorted through his nose, making him even more closely resemble his namesake. But his struggles had begun to calm down as he listened to the Mouse’s explanation. The caressing of his big, meaty danglies felt amazing, and he couldn’t help it as another powerful series of pulses swept through his groin, making his huge cock spasm and lurch like some barely restrained beast.

“Ah, judging from your reaction, I think you know what I mean,” the Mouse smiled. He then picked up a rubber paddle, very similar to the kind used in ping pong, only much larger and considerably thicker. “I’m going to use this paddle to slap your balls around a bit, and make sure that all of the sperms inside these huge nuggies of yours have been shaken loose.”

He then started lightly paddling the big man’s bovine bollocks, playfully swatting at the gigantic sac of nut meat and causing the huge bag to swing and jiggle back and forth with each hit. The Mouse struck the huge balls softly but rapidly, the quiet staccato ‘smack smack smack’ echoing in the large and nearly empty room. The muscle man’s blue eyes widened in surprise as he felt his big bollocks being batted around by the much smaller man, but the soft blows only served to heighten his lust, sending bolts of pleasure through his massively muscled body. He pumped his muscular hips as much as his tight restraints would allow, fucking the air with his massive cock as his feelings of sexual frustration and horniness grew.

The Mouse gradually started hitting the Bull’s balls harder, the soft ‘smack smack smack’ soon being replaced by a louder “Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!”. The big man’s huge balls were now being hit hard enough that most men would be crumpling and screaming from the pain, particularly since the blows were raining down so fast and without pause. But the huge muscle Bull was no stranger to rough bollock abuse, for the sheer enormous size of his gigantic balls almost seemed to demand cruel and violent attention from a goodly percentage of his many hundreds of sexual partners. The growing burning ache in the Bull’s big balls translated into pure pleasure, and the big, beefy stud began moaning and groaning in deep-voiced delight. He even threw in a few gag-muffled ‘MOO’s for the Mouse’s benefit, getting off on the idea of his behemoth sperm tanks being cruelly misused and beaten about by the much smaller man.

The Mouse stepped up his attack even more, letting that paddle really fly into his captive’s huge nuts, thudding those unnaturally dense and solid bull balls again and again and again. The Bull could feel his huge nuts swinging wildly around under the rapid barrage of knee-buckling blows, careening against his granite-hard thighs or just swinging around in the open air. Even for the big Bull, the pain in his nuts was starting to build to agonizing levels, and threatening to overcome the toe-curling pulsations of pleasure washing through his massively muscular body.
Many long minutes of this paddling abuse had loosened up the Bull’s nuts a bit, all of the smacking and knocking about having caused them to drop lower and lower in the man’s hefty, hairy sac. The behemoth ball bag was now glowing a bright and angry red from a full 10 minutes of the paddling abuse, but the Bull’s gigantic balls otherwise looked none the worse for wear.

“Damn!” the Mouse exclaimed, pausing momentarily in his efforts to assess the man’s red and glowing bollocks. “You’ve got some FREAKISHLY tough nuts there! Very impressive! Very impressive indeed! My, they’re not even swelling yet!! I need to get your balls all soft and puffy to make sure that they give up all of their seed, and yours are still too hard. Much, much too hard! It looks like I’ll need to step up my game a little bit…”

So saying, the Mouse grabbed a second, identical paddle and began using both arms at the same time to bat and bludgeon the Bull’s huge, swinging man globes. The smaller man even began to strike with both paddles at the same time, catching the massive balls between the two colliding paddles with a big, beefy ‘CLAP!’ The Bull’s entire, massive body would lurch and spasm with each brutal blow, his gigantic muscles bulging and flexing larger still as his dangling balls were forced to absorb every ounce of force behind each devastating double strike. His groans and moans of pleasure had turned into grunts of stinging pain, which grew into shouts and bellows of real agony as the relentless beating caused the pain to ratchet upward to higher and higher levels.

Yet the Bull’s titanic beast of a cock remained hard as a rock throughout all of this brutal abuse, and in fact was soon dripping and then drooling a steady river of clear, snot-slick precum. Those slick and sticky juices were soon running down the colossal length of the Bull’s enormous fuck pole in thick rivers, with even more of the stuff spurting out across his massive, furry pecs, even splashing across his bullish neck and enormous boulder shoulders. The brutal ball beating might have been causing the Bull a tremendous amount of pain, but it was sending his raging libido into overdrive.

The Bull could only stare down at his battered cum tanks with a wild look in his stunning blue eyes, helplessly watching as his impossibly hefty orbs swung around crazily under the punishing abuse. His outrageously muscular body jumped and jerked against his restraints as long strings of clear precum splattered across his massively muscled torso, his proud stud balls being steadily tenderized by the much smaller man.

‘CLAP!’ “MMMM!!!” ‘CLAP!’ “GGGRRHH!!!” ‘CLAP!’ “NNNNNHH!!!”

The Mouse paused for a second time in the otherwise relentless abuse, scooping up a thick and astonishingly gelatinous blob of precum off of the man’s mammoth chest with a pair of fingers, and then sucking the gooey effluvium into his mouth. The young man’s beautiful face screwed up into a grimace as the rich, strong flavor of the man’s clear essence washed across his tongue.

“Oh my!” the Mouse choked out. “Your prostate gland must be horribly bloated for your precum to be so salty! Blech! You really ought to be draining yourself more frequently! But never mind, I can take care of that, too. Of course, I can’t work on two things at once now, so I’m going to have to elicit a little help from one of my machines here.”

He wheeled over a simple-looking machine, and placed the handles of the two large paddles into specially-made receptacles. When the paddles were in place, the rubber faces of the two wooden paddles were about a foot apart. He then moved the machine so that it was beneath the chair, with one paddle positioned in front of the Bull’s big, dangling nuts and the second paddle behind.  There was about three inches of clearance on both sides between the paddle faces and the big man’s hairy nutsac.

The Mouse then turned the machine on, and the paddles began to powerfully lurch forward forward and back, striking the defenseless nuts caught in between. ‘THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!’ The blows came at one-second intervals, significantly slower than the manual beating that the Mouse had recently been giving those huge bull nuts. But the force of the blows as was far greater than anything the slender young man could accomplish on his own. The big Bull was soon bellowing in pain, a deafening and delicious counterpoint to the beefy metronome sounds being produced by the machine.

“Yes, that will do nicely!” the Mouse said to himself as he inspected the purring machine. The Bull was panting like he’d just sprinted the 400-yard dash, struggling to regain his breath and composure while his increasingly bruised and battered nuts continued to be pummeled. The now mechanized paddles were smacking his big jewels around hard enough to crack a lesser man’s balls, but the strong and mighty Bull was continuing to endure the abuse…for now.

“Now to take care of your swollen prostate,” the Mouse said, pulling out a huge black dildo from a nearby toolbox. The Bull’s big blue eyes flew open wide at the sight of the huge rubber cock, and true fear crept into his achingly handsome features. The Mouse saw the expression on the Bull’s face and said, “Yes, very impressive, isn’t it? Not nearly a match for your titanic trouser beast, of course, but still larger than anything I’d ever seen on a mortal man until you came along. Let me just finish lubing it up, and we’ll get down to work.”

“Uunnh! UNNH!! UUNNNNNHHH!!!” the Bull hollered around his gag as the Mouse began to insert the enormous dildo up his shit chute. The arrowhead-shaped glans on the huge dildo made for easy entry, and even the Bull’s tight sphincter and ferociously strong butt muscles were unable to keep out the anal invader as it began to plow its way into his guts. The huge man began to buck and thrash in his restraints harder than ever before, threatening to rip his own body apart to escape the burning agony in his ass.

“My oh my!” the Mouse exclaimed with a surprised chuckle. “Judging from your reaction, it almost looks like you’ve never taken a cock up the butt before! And with an ass as big and juicy as that! You know, that’s just not right, my friend!” The Mouse teased as he forced more and more of the tremendous length of the dildo up the muscle man’s mighty backside. The Bull’s eyes bugged out larger still when the blunt tip of that huge dildo finally goosed up against his bloated prostate, sending a huge jolt of not unpleasurable electricity through his huge body. The Mouse then pressed a button, and a section of the dildo’s shaft near the base but inside the Bull’s ravaged rectum inflated, trapping the rubbery invader inside the big man’s guts.

“There we go!” the Mouse exclaimed happily. “It’s really a shame, you know. Big bulls like you so rarely get their prostates played with, and their glands wind up being sensitive and bloated from neglect. But don’t worry, I’ll take care of all of that.”

The Mouse then grabbed a big condom made of a very thick, yellowish rubber, and began working the condom over the swollen, fist-sized head of the Bull’s massive man meat. Once again, the Mouse had created these custom pieces to accommodate any man’s cock, from the smallest to the largest, but the Bull’s big cock was so unimaginably huge that its stretched the thick rubber nearly to the breaking point. In the end, however, the condom was able to engulf the bloated head and first 5 or 6 inches of impossibly-thick cock shaft, enough to ensure that the tight rubber condom would not slip off. A big rubber hose extended from the tip of the condom, and the Mouse inserted the other end of the hose through the hole in the center of the Bull’s ball gag, making sure that the end of the hose rested on the big man’s tongue.

“Cows like salt licks, right?” the Mouse teased as the first jet of thick, gloopy precum washed across the Bull’s tongue. The big man tried to retch and spit out his own sticky fluids, but the ball gag prevented any of the juice from escaping. The Bull was forced to swallow his own precum, the exceptionally strong and salty fluid burning as dropped down into his waiting stomach.

“No use letting such thick fluids go to waste, right?” the Mouse queried, grinning impishly at his handsome and hunky captive. “There’s too few sperm cells in a man’s precum to make it marketable, so there’s no need for me to harvest it. And besides, you’re gonna need all of the fluids you can get for what you have in store! Ha ha!!”

“MMMMMMPH!!” the Bull bellowed, unable to believe that the smaller man was effortlessly having his way with the his gigantic body. The two paddles continued to mercilessly beat his gargantuan nuts, front and back, front and back, ‘WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!’ without end. The pain was reaching a plateau he didn’t know was even possible, his burly, behemoth balls feeling like they were being beaten to a pulp. The overload of agony was actually starting to overcome the nerves in his screaming balls, and his mammoth nuts were beginning to grow numb from all of the abuse. In fact, the pain was beginning to transcend into a strange sort of euphoric high. Still, some small corner of the Bull’s pain-addled mind began to worry that the numbness spreading through his precious baby makers could signify growing damage to his proud bollocks. 

The big man bellowed once again as his virgin ass was plundered, shame and humiliation causing his cheeks to burn. This whole situation was far more than he had bargained for! And the Mouse was right — the Bull had never been fucked before. He’d always seen the act of being fucked as something that was done to submissive men, men who were smaller and inferior. And in the Bull’s mind, ALL men were smaller and inferior to him. Yet here he was, his huge muscle ass being fucked, his massive sperm tanks being batted and hammered about like a pair of oversized tennis balls, and his rampant monster cock being gently stroked and teased by the little man’s slender but talented hands. It was more than he could take!

But the real shock and horror came as a steady thick stream of chunky precum poured into his mouth, splashing across his tongue and threatening to suffocate him. The Bull had no choice but to swallow the sharp and tangy liquid in great big burning gulps, feeling a warmth spread in his stomach as the rich and salty fluids were recycled into his own body. He bellowed and brayed between big swallows of salty pre, his massively muscled body bucking ferociously against his restraints, but there was nothing he could do to avoid this degradation and domination.

“Mmm, yes! Nomnomnomnom!” the Mouse cruelly teased, a most alluring and lascivious smirk playing across his achingly handsome face. “Very tasty, isn’t it? With an appropriately beefy aftertaste, I think. Don’t worry, there’s plenty more where that came from, and you’ll be feasting on more of your juices very soon.”

“Big, muscular alpha males like you are always so wary of their own bodies,” the Mouse continued. “But I can see by the way that you’re hungrily licking at that tube that you like how your precum tastes!” He grabbed a remote control and turned up two of the dials, increasing both the speed and the force with which the paddles are hammering the Bull’s big, screaming nuts. The clapping paddles thumped and thunked harder and faster than ever before, sending the gigantic bollocks spinning and bouncing around violently in their sac. By the way that the bulging globes were beginning to flatten each time one of the paddles struck, the Mouse could tell that they were finally starting to soften up the unnaturally dense and solid orbs, breaking down their extraordinary toughness. The mammoth testicles were also starting to swell bigger and bigger, their heavily traumatized tissues starting to react to the horrific abuse.

“Your big balls are starting to look like they’re getting ready to pump out their load,” the Mouse smirks again. “It’s therefore time to drain your prostate so that your sperm sample is as pure and undiluted as possible. Get ready for a wild trip, big boy!”

So saying, the Mouse pressed another button on the remote control. Instantly, an electric jolt shot right into the Bull’s swollen-to-near-bursting prostate, causing the entire core of his being to squeeze down tight. The feeling was so intense that the Bull could barely grunt in response, and his blue eyes flew wide as he watched his massive cock lurch, tighten, and swell to even greater dimensions, almost like he was about to have an orgasm.

“MMMWWAAAAAAHHH!!!” the Bull bellowed, finally finding his voice. His head snapped back, making his enormous neck muscles bulge out even bigger than ever. His entire body jerked and bounced in its restraints as unbelievably powerful sensations blasted through his prostate. The huge dildo was literally vibrating in his ass, hammering against his bloated prostate even as the electrical current was zapping through the big gland. His pleasure knot contracted so hard and so fast that the young man thought it might explode, and his mouth was instantly flooded with hot, heady bull spunk.

‘Oh my god! Oh my GOD!!’ the big Bull thought. ‘I’m cumming in my own mouth!!’

The big Bull had thought his previous stream of precum to have been voluminous, but he was in no way prepared for the deluge of tangy prostate juices that now blasted into his mouth. He choked and sputtered as he tried desperately to swallow the fluids as fast as possible, and the Mouse’s own rock hard cock lurched spasmodically as he watched the big man’s Adam’s apple bob up and down in a frantic effort to keep from drowning. The loud ‘GULUMP! GULUMP! GULUMP!’ of the Bull’s swallowing efforts could actually be heard above the hum of the machines and the rhythmic ‘WHACK!!WHACK!!WHACK!!WHACK!!’ of the heavy paddles against the man’s swelling bollocks.

It took nearly a full minute to drain the Bull’s prostate of all of its stud juices, and the big man was left panting and heaving as he struggled to once again regain his breath. It had been a flood that indeed could have choked a lesser man to death, but the mighty Bull had survived. In fact, even now, a comfortable heavy feeling settled in his stomach from the sheer size of his liquid meal.

“You clearly enjoyed that, my handsome Bull! But you haven’t actually climaxed yet,” the Mouse explained in a very professional voice. “That was just the anal probe helping you discharge and empty the seminal juices from your pleasure gland. All of your actual seed is still being smashed around in your beat up nutsac. Gotta keep all of those sperm cells churning if we want to harvest your maximum potential!”

“You see, my employers buy seed from me for a reason,” he continued. “They know that I always procure the very best males, and that I always extract the highest quality and greatest volume of milk from their heavy nuts. And YOU, my friend, are by far the most spectacular example of exaggerated manhood that I’ve ever found, and I’m sure that your sperm output will break all of my previous records for both volume and quality!”

Mouse leaned in, watching as Bull’s thick, beefy throat convulsed one last time to swallow down the dregs of his salty precum ‘load’. The smaller man then pressed a button and temporarily turned off the ball clapper, wheeling the contraption out of the way so that he could more closely inspect the Bull’s bruised and battered bollocks. The huge balls were undeniably swollen, looking even more bloated than ever and taking on a decidedly puffy appearance. The Mouse gently cupped the mammoth orbs, and saw with a great throb of lust in his own loins how his hands were now even more dwarfed by the steadily enlarging testicles. The young man gently squeezed his fingers, digging his strong digits into the Bull’s now soft and yielding ball flesh. His clutching fingers could only compress the tenderized meat part way, however, dimpling perhaps half an inch into the big man’s massive nuts before meeting resistance once more. Yes, the Bull’s big nuts had been softened up substantially, but their solid cores were still harder and denser than any typical man’s balls. They had a great deal of strength and fight left in them, more than seemed humanly possible really, but that realization just made the Mouse smile. He loved a good challenge, and this enormous Bull of a man was proving to be by far the most challenging subject he’d ever captured.

For his part, the big Bull was caught in a tumultuous spiral of pain, pleasure, embarrassment, humiliation, excitement, and fear. A bitter salty tang still filled his mouth from the huge load of precum he’d been forced to swallow, and the extraordinary throbbing ache in his wounded bollocks gnawed at his gut like hot lava. His violated ass also burned and ached, but that feeling had morphed into something very much like pleasure, and the Bull found himself actually enjoying the feeling of fullness up his muscular backside. His massive horse cock was also fatter and longer and harder than he could ever remember it being in his entire young life, and while his bloated, swollen balls were still half numb from the stinging agony they had suffered, they were still bloated to near bursting with both seed and need.

Satisfied that the machine was well on its way toward reaching the goal of softening up the stud’s monstrous orbs, the Mouse wheeled the ball clapper back into place. He noted that the Bull’s colossal scrotum had swelled much larger than its original size, the much-battered orbs now reaching the realm of ripe coconuts, and that the rubber faces of the two paddles were now each only about an inch or an inch and a half away from the reddened and bruised surfaces of the stud’s spuds. Still, he was able to wedge the gigantic sac of man flesh between the two paddles once more, making them ready to endure even more abuse.

The Mouse then tugged the tube out of the Bull’s mouth and instead dangled the tube’s end into an oversized plastic jar. The young man had used glass mason jars early on in his cum harvesting career, but found such containers too fragile and prone to breaking, so he now strictly used heavy duty plastic. The huge black dildo he left firmly wedged up between the muscle man’s big butt cheeks, but the ball gag was carefully removed, allowing the Bull to move and close his sore jaw for the first time in nearly half an hour.

“Well, everything is now in readiness, my big-balled Bull,” the Mouse said. “It’s time to start the actual milking. You ready handsome?”

The huge, dark-haired stud looked very confused by the whole situation, his deep blue eyes looking a bit glazed over. He nodded his square-jawed head in the affirmative, though it was doubtful that he was fully aware of what he was agreeing to. After a couple of failed attempts, the Bull found his voice, the deep timbre of his words made even more hoarse by all of the bellowing he’d been doing during the brutal abuse of his nuts. “Uummm, yeah, sure,” the huge muscle stud replied, the gigantic Bull sounding positively meek and submissive as he addressed the much smaller man.

“Awesome!” the Mouse said in return, a huge smile on his achingly pretty face. “Now, I gotta warn you, this next part probably won’t be as pleasant for you as was milking your prostate. But hey, it’s called ‘milking’, not ‘masturbation’, right?” The Mouse laughed at his own joke before grabbing the remote control again and saying, “Let’s begin!”

With that, the Mouse turned the ball clapper back on, and cranked up the speed and force of the paddling to their highest settings, sending the machine into overdrive. The paddles, as well as the Bull’s trapped balls, became a blur as the machine struck those two meaty prizes a dozen or more times a second. The Bull let out a deafening roar of agony and lust, his bellowing cries no longer muffled by a ball gag, and his cock began to quiver and vibrate in time to the rhythmic and frenzied pummeling of his huge nuts. The Mouse then turned the big dildo back on as well, letting the fake cock continue ravaging the big Bull’s muscular guts. He then stood back to watch the show.

‘It won’t be long now,” the Mouse thought to himself, a cruel smile playing across his gorgeous lips.

The big, bovine-endowed bull stud clutched the arms of the chair with both of his huge hands, his knuckles turning white and his gargantuan arm muscles bulging bigger than ever before. His entire body began to shudder and convulse wildly as pleasure and pain unlike anything he’d ever known began to war for dominance in his dazed and befuddled mind. The air was filled with a faint ozone smell as massive jolts of current were sent up through the dildo and into his aching loins and out into the rest of his utterly massive body, again and again and again, making all of his enormous muscles contract and release like the greatest muscle worship fantasy come to life.

The Bull’s grunts and groans became even more guttural and animalistic as his much-abused body hurtled toward a long-denied orgasm. “Uuh! Uuh! Uunh! UNNH!” he panted, his gigantic nuts feeling like they would shake apart under the unimaginably brutal assault. “Uhh! Uhmm! Mmm! Nnngh!” His ginormous cock felt even harder than ever, bloated so huge that the Bull thought it would burst open at any moment! “Mmm! Mmuh! Mmmohh!” The huge man was leaning back as far as he could in the throne-like chair, his handsome head tilted backward and his glazed eyes staring upward at the ceiling, clearly lost in sensation as the freight train that was his orgasm finally hurtled off the tracks.

“MMMOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

The entire tube connecting the tip of the Bull’s stupendously swollen cock with the waiting plastic container suddenly turned a milky white as its was filled with the first slug of sperm erupting from the man’s thundering penis. An instant later, a truly gigantic wad of chunky sperm hit the bottom of the container with a loud and very wet ‘SPLORCH!’ sound. A second, even bigger wad followed a moment later, followed by a third, and a fourth, and a fifth, as the huge Bull stud finally reached his long-awaited release.

The Mouse was utterly stunned by the sheer volume of spume being pumped out of the huge man’s aching loins. The load was already many orders of magnitude bigger than anything he’d ever seen a man produce before, and yet it continued to rage onward as wads six, seven, and eight landed with their brothers at the bottom of the plastic jug, accompanied by the loud, sloppy sounds of jellied goo impacting with even more jellied goo. What’s more, the cum itself seemed to be almost more solid than liquid, bereft as it was of the diluting seminal juices from the Bull’s recently depleted prostate. Each fresh slug of thick and gloopy nut juice fell onto the wad before it with a loud ‘SPLAT!’, but remained chunky, with a consistency more like a warm, firm custard or congealed pudding than a normal man’s more creamy spunk. The Mouse wondered how much of this unnatural thickness was due to the loss of the Bull’s prostate juices, and how much was just the big man’s standard cum quality. Regardless, judging by the extraordinary thickness of the Bull’s voluminous discharge, the sheer number of sperm cells per milliliter of fluid must have been simply off the charts! The Mouse had found himself a ‘cash cow’ of the highest order!

Another five or six massive slugs of ultra-thick cum erupted from the Bull’s thundering cock before the size of the cum loads started to lessen, and it took another eight or nine steadily diminishing spurts of cum before the man’s spectacular first orgasm shuddered to a close. The Mouse watched enthralled as the captured load slowly oozed like molasses until it finally formed a level layer of thick man paste in the bottom of the plastic container. More than an inch of gelatinous spunk now filled the bottom of the jug! It was more cum than he had ever harvested from one of his subjects, even after a full WEEK of milking, and here this big Bull pumped out all of that goo in just one load! The sight was utterly spectacular!!

There was no reprieve for the captive Bull, however, for the ball clapper kept right on working its devastating magic on the muscle stud’s heroically swelling bollocks, ruthlessly hammering them in an effort to force out every last sperm in the young man’s gorgeous body. The Bull continued to holler and bellow in outrageous agony, even as his body was quickly brought to the brink of orgasm once again.

It couldn’t have been more than five or six minutes after his first titanic orgasm ended than the mighty Bull began to unleash a second epic load, this one just as impossibly thick and voluminous as the first. Blast after blast after mind-blowing blast of pure stud spunk splattered heavily into the waiting jug, steadily filling it with more and more of the Bull’s copious baby batter. The stud was simply UNREAL, a true god of virility!

The third orgasm crashed into the jerking and heaving stud Bull another six or seven minutes later, raping an equally monstrous load out of the young muscle man’s tortured loins. It didn’t appear that even this Bull’s mammoth bollocks could have stored so much ripe sperm inside of them, and the Mouse half expected the twin orbs to have been reduced to a pair of dried and shriveled husks, crumpling in on themselves as their very guts were pumped out into the waiting jar. But instead, the Bull’s behemoth bollocks were just as massive as ever, and if anything were still continuing to swell as the vicious paddles continued to mercilessly tenderize all of that vulnerable nut meat.

It wasn’t until the big Bull’s fourth load another ten minutes later that the size and volume of the stud’s inhuman loads began to noticeably decrease. The load was still utterly majestic and spectacular, orders of magnitude larger than any other man’s biggest nut purge, but the Mouse could tell that the resulting volume was slightly smaller than those of the previous three orgasms. Not by much, but enough that the Mouse noticed. The fifth orgasm 15 minutes later was smaller still, and considerably less chunky as well, more closely resembling the liquid jelly spunk salvos of more mortal men.

The Bull’s balls took nearly 20 minutes to cough up their sixth cum load, which was ‘merely’ huge and had the consistency of a normal man’s creamy load. It was clear that the Mouse was finally plumbing the deepest depths of the Bull’s legendary virility.

By this point, the Bull’s battered balls were so heroically swollen that his bruised nutsac was bulging bigger than an overinflated basketball, straining mightily to contain the two gigantic, puffy, heavily traumatized gonads within. The Bull’s huge sperm tanks had swollen so unbelievably large, in fact, that they completely filled the space between the two oversized wooden paddles, pressing firmly against the rubber faces of both paddles. The paddles were no longer striking against the Bull’s tortured nut flesh, but were instead vigorously, even violently, shaking the trapped balls at more than 20 times a second.

The Mouse was immediately put in mind of those machines at hardware stores that shake and churn paint containers until the colors inside were perfectly blended. That’s what the Bull’s balls now looked like — two bloated, oval-shaped paint cans being ferociously shaken and batted around. Any other man’s balls would have long since been shaken apart and turned into liquid mush by such terrific abuse, but the big Bull was so astoundingly rugged and tough that his mighty balls continued to somehow endure. Those two enormous man fruits were clearly heavily wounded, however, and their structural integrity had been steadily weakened by what was now nearly an hour and a half of continuous, relentless, merciless abuse. The Mouse was half worried that the titanic testes would suddenly shake themselves apart in a cataclysmic explosion of broken nut meat…but the other half of him longed to see just what that would look like. His more sadistic side won out for the time being, and the Mouse allowed the ball clapping machine to continue to work its devastation on the Bull’s steadily failing bollocks.

The seventh load took a full half hour in coming, and consisted of seven or eight big squirts of somewhat watery-looking spunk, followed by another half dozen steadily weaker spurts. The Bull’s cum now looked less like clotted cream and more like nonfat milk, completely liquid and containing only a fraction of the incredible density of sperm cells that had been in his previous loads.

It looked like the big Bull might finally be completely tapped out, his seemingly bottomless sperm tanks finally drained completely dry. But the Mouse wasn’t so sure. He thought that there might yet be just a little more spunk to be had from those massive balls. So despite the fact that he was already redlining the man’s thoroughly mauled and battered nuts, the Mouse chose to let the milking process continue. He was willing to live with whatever the final result might be — either the big Bull would eke out one more cum load, or his magnificent, utterly massive testicles would break apart in a violent and gory explosion of ruined nut meat.

Minute after minute ticked by, and the mighty Bull continued to writhe and bellow in agony. He had grown noticeably weaker after more than two hours of torture and abuse, and his struggles against his restraints were a pathetic reflection of his initial fury and power. But his precious balls, the source of his unparalleled masculine might and power, continued to struggle valiantly to stay alive and intact, even as they strove to collect enough fluid to make one last load. The huge muscle man was positively parched and dehydrated, between pumping out nearly a gallon of nut goo and sweating buckets onto the chair and the concrete floor. The Mouse had been right after all — it was a good thing the Bull had been fed the salty juices from his own bloated prostate, or his well of virility would have gone dry long before!

The Bull’s grotesquely swollen balls were now jiggling like they were filled with gelatin, their formerly dense and rock solid spheres having grown disturbingly soft and mushy. It seemed a miracle that they hadn’t ruptured or otherwise failed already, though that threat seemed imminent. But those big lava factories seemed incapable of coughing up even a single weak spurt of cum! In fact, they might have already received enough damage so as to be permanently ruined, wrecked beyond repair by hours of beating and violent shaking. 

“Come on, big guy!” the Mouse commanded, standing behind the huge captive Bull and massaging his gigantic shoulders and the base of the thick, muscular column that was the man’s massive neck. “You can do it! Pump out one last load for me, stud, and I’ll turn all of the machines off. Just one more load, buddy! Show me how tough those big balls of yours are! Show me how much of a MAN you are! Show me that you’re the mightiest Bull to ever walk the face of this earth!”

Amazingly, the Mouse’s words seemed to be having a positive effect on the manacled man beast. The panting and moaning Bull began to rhythmically throb and pulse his enormous horse cock, making it slap against his corrugated belly and massive bull pecs so hard that it made Mouse wince in sympathy. The slender man suddenly found himself rooting for the big Bull to succeed, to spurt one last load and thereby save whatever remained of his battered and mangled manhood. The Mouse was utterly engrossed by the super human performance being given by the captive Bull, and he cooed encouraging words into the handsome stud’s ear to help him along.

“Yeah, that’s it, you big STUD! Flex that monster cock for me! FLEX it!! You can do it! Aw FUCK yeah! God DAMN but you’re a fine stud! So fucking HOT! Such a fucking BULL!! Come on baby! Shoot that load for me! Pump out one final load of your bull milk! Just one more squirt! That’s right! Yeah! YEAH!! I can tell you’re close, stud! Flex again for me! FLEX!! Here it comes! HERE IT COMES!! YEAH!!!” 

With a final, deafening roar of agony, lust, and defiance, the Bull threw back his handsome head and his monstrous cock swelled to its greatest dimensions yet, turning almost purple with congested blood and outrageously engorged tissues. The mighty trouser beast gave one gigantic pulse, then another, and then another. And then the young man’s eighth orgasm of the night slammed into his nuts with a force that could shatter concrete. 

A humongous gout of watery fluid spurted out of the Bull’s gigantic cock, through the collection tube, and into the nearly-full gallon-sized jug. The enormous jet of liquid was the color of potato water, containing a paltry fraction of the sperm that had been found in his previous loads, but it was a productive orgasm nonetheless. A second, much smaller spurt pulsed out right behind the first, and the third was just a short, small jet of fluid. After that, the cock’s mighty lurches and pulsations only produced tiny dribbles of nearly clear fluid. The Bull’s colossal whale nuts had finally been drained dry, purged of every last sperm cell contained in their enormous, bloated interiors! 

The Mouse allowed the whirring ball clapper to continue punishing the Bull’s screaming gonads for several long minutes after the last drop of semen dripped out of the monstrously bloated horse cock, wanting to make 100% sure that every last sperm cell had been raped from the man’s gigantic loins. He then finally relented and turned off the ball clapper and vibrating dildo. He deflated and removed the invading rubber cock from the Bull’s supremely plowed backside. The dildo made a loud sucking sound as it finally pulled free from the muscle man’s massive butt, almost as if the Bull’s big ass was hungry to be plundered once again. 

Removing the ball clapper proved to be a more difficult task, for the Bull’s gargantuan bollocks had swollen so unbelievably huge that they were firmly wedged between the two wooden paddles. Fortunately for the Mouse, the utterly traumatized testicular tissues were now so soft and squishy that the young man was able to manipulate and distort them with his fingers, finally pulling the huge heavy sac free from the embrace of the twin paddles. 

The Bull could only pant in exhaustion, too weak to struggle or even speak as the Mouse roughly manhandled his freed bollocks. He could only tremble and grunt as the Mouse dug his fingers into the grotesquely softened ball meat. the strong digits sinking all the way to the very core of those monstrously bloated gonads. The mighty orbs felt almost scaldingly hot in the smaller man’s grasp, and were a dark angry red that bordered on purple. Fresh bruises were starting to erupt all over the surface of the hairy scrotum, and the Mouse could only imagine the damage that had been inflicted on the beefy depths of the two massive testicles’ insides. 

The Mouse continued to roughly knead those soft, swollen, depleted testicles, powerfully turned on by the havoc he had wrought on the much larger man. He then addressed the captive muscle stud, saying, “I don’t think I’ll call you a Bull any more. You’re now a Cow. A Sperm Cow.” The big stud could only tremble in response, his helpless blue eyes locked with the brown liquid depths of the Mouse’s hungry gaze. 

The Mouse then picked up the gallon-sized plastic container, filled almost to the brim with congealed stud spunk. The jug was surprisingly heavy, and the Mouse had to lift it with both hands, careful to not let any of the precious fluid slosh out over the top. His gorgeous lips quirked up in a grin, for he noted that the clear container resembled some sort of massive yogurt parfait. The bottom three or four inches were almost blindingly white, containing the densest semen from the young man’s multiple purgings, while the subsequent layers became more pale as one moved upward, with the final thin layer on top looking like diluted coconut milk. 

“Truly extraordinary, my handsome Cow!” the Mouse said, undisguised awe and wonder audible in his husky, lust-filled voice. “I would never have thought such a volume of seminal emissions were humanly possible. I saw it with my own eyes, and I can still barely believe it! Fortunately, the two dozen cameras I have hidden throughout this room will have captured every detail of this evening’s events, and I’ll be able to review them over and over again…” 

“In the meantime, I must thank you for this incredibly generous gift you’ve given me! I can normally sell the sperm I harvest for between $1,000 and $2,000 an ounce, and I once had an exceptionally handsome and gifted young stud that earned me $5,000 an ounce. But YOU, my beautiful male Cow, you are extraordinary indeed! I estimate that I could easily get $10,000 an ounce for your alpha stud bull sperm! And considering that you’ve just pumped out nearly a GALLON of the stuff tonight, that’s over $1,000,000 sitting in this jug!! You’re going to make me a very rich man!” 

“Of course, I’m not nearly done with you yet. I’m going to hook you up with some IVs, replenishing the fluids and electrolytes that I’ve raped from your loins, and I’m going to give your temporarily spent bull nuts a few hours to rest and recover. Then it’s back to milking time. I doubt I’ll be able to get nearly this much spunk out of you in our next session, but with bollocks as huge and tough and oversized as yours, I expect you’ll continue to impress me with your massive emissions.” 

“I have dozens of ways of forcing a pair of balls to give up their heavy loads, and most are far more painful than what you just experienced. But I think you can take it. And who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to experience the entire array of ball-milking methods I have at my disposal!” 

“Until your big balls finally fail, of course.” 

“Yes, my hunky friend, I’m going to keep on torturing and draining your mighty bollocks until the massive orbs finally give out. I intend to burn out all of those sperm-producing cells, wreck your gigantic testes, and turn you from a mighty Bull into a sexless Steer. It might take a few days, a week perhaps, maybe even longer, but when I’m done with you, there will be nothing resembling a function set of balls between those enormously muscular thighs of yours.” 

“You see, if I allowed you to keep your balls intact, they would represent a constantly renewable source of your manly emissions. And that’s where the problem lies. My employers like to own the sole source of sperm from my stud Bulls, and if you get to keep your balls, then you could keep right on making massive quantities of your pearlescent crude. That would devalue your seed on the open market, creating a glut of supply. Or, in your case, a literal flood…” 

“Therefore, by the end of our time together, I’ll have to remove these beautiful, bountiful, behemoth bollocks from your massively muscled body. And I’ll almost certainly be cutting off that monstrous bull cock of yours as well. I know rich clients who would spend a small fortune to possess the taxidermied remains of the largest set of cock and balls to ever grace a human being. Of course, I have no idea what use such a client would have for that monstrous cock of yours. You certainly couldn’t use it as a dildo without killing someone, so maybe they could use it as a doorstop, or perhaps even a traffic bollard…” 

“It will truly be a shame to ruin such a spectacular specimen of manhood as yourself, my handsome Sperm Cow. In fact, I’m already quite fond of you! You’re the handsomest man I’ve ever seen, and your titanically muscled body is utterly flawless, particularly your godlike genitals. I am also drawn to your arrogance and cockiness, for I love nothing more than bringing big studs like you down a few pegs.” 


“Yes, it’s sad that I’m going to have to destroy such masculine perfection, but I intend to have as much fun as possible along the way. Get ready for the ride of your life, my handsome Cow!”

9 comments:

  1. Hey there, Jayse! I wonder how I can follow your blog using my own, 'cuz I don't see a "follow" button on here like I've found with some of the other ones I admire. Anyway, I've read a lot of your stories for a while now, and I just wanted to say that your writing is among the most amazing CBT fiction I've ever laid eyes upon. I've even been inspired to write ballbusting stories of my own thanks to you, and have a couple of them on my Blogger and more planned in the future. I've even cited you as an inspiration for at least one of these stories, so if you could check out my writing, that'd be great! The URL is the same as my handle, plus blogspot(dot)com. :)

    Anyway, your return has been marked by a wonderful story as always, and I especially like how the victim seems to straddle the line between consent and mortal terror here, unable to figure out what to do with the painful sensations. I hope to see more of this relationship in the future, especially if it involves the "Bull" becoming more accustomed to torment like this!

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    1. So nice to meet you, and thank you so much for your comments! After having been inspired by so many artists and authors before me, I'm really touched to know that I've helped inspire you. So thank you for sharing that with me!

      And THANK YOU for sharing the link to YOUR website as well! I haven't read all of your stories yet, but I'm really enjoying them, especially the Prometheus series. Gonna have to add you to my favorites list... :)

      As for a "follow" button, I'm afraid I don't know how to do that! LOL! I'm only moderately computer literate. ;)

      I didn't have any plans for continuing this particular story. Mouse does state that he's going to milk the Bull completely dry (over the course of the next few days, or maybe even weeks), but that the fun is eventually gonna end with the Bull's total emasculation. Now, of course, that COULD change -- I mean, I know that I would fall madly in love (or at least lust) with a stud as outrageously masculine and beautiful as the Bull, so there's no way I would destroy such a paragon of manhood. It's entirely possible that Mouse could have a change of heart as well. How about this -- you wanna try your hand at writing the sequel? :D

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    2. I've already figured out how to follow you, so never mind that question XD You're most welcome, and thank you so much for your feedback and compliments! I'm definitely planning to continue Prometheus Busted and have a few ideas to go forward with, though I can't really promise that I can finish new chapters very quickly given how work is for me. For the same reason I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to write a sequel to "Milkin' Bull" - that and it feels way more mundane than the fantastical scenarios I'm used to writing. I mean, sure, stepping out of your comfort zone is good for practicing your writing talent, but I'm kinda short on motivation to write as it is and may not be able to hold interest in a prospective sequel to this story for very long. X'D

      You're most welcome, all in all! It's nice to meet you, too! :D

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  2. So funny....I .. Think I remember the original story..I think I may have helped write it, as the role of the captor, but it was a furry certain

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    1. No kidding?!? I sometimes lose who the original story creator was, especially since I might find the source material, save it to my computer...and then not return to it until YEARS later. So THANK YOU for your part in creating the original story (which will post here later on this week), and I hope that you like my homage to the original.

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  3. Very hot story, though I think it would be hotter if the bull keeped his cocky attitude while milked.

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    1. Yeah, I think the Bull got a little confused during the whole process, and was simultaneously turned on and frightened by the situation. I like and appreciate your input.

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  4. What a brilliant story! Would love to have seen the Bull's reaction to Mouse's last speech. It must have been very emasculating for him ;)

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    1. Thanks so much for your comment! And if you think Mouse's speech is emasculating, just wait until the smaller guy follows through on his promise and nullifies the big, burly Bull! ;)

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