Chapter One

Procurement

Michael knew he needed a change for quite some sentence. His job of many years had become tedious, the people in his life had grown annoyance, and his town in general was fast becoming a summing up slum. The security of his job was the lone affair keeping the man glued down, so when his pink sideslip arrived one afternoon, he knew it was fourth dimension. After seven years of toil, he decided to take his severance and embark on somewhere new ; he was moving to the city.

Three week later, he found himself staying in a small hotel and hunting for caper. The city was beautiful, the people were interesting, and the adult female were gorgeous. Hooking up with one of these pretty little girl was what Michael had in mind as he prepared for a Fri night out. Being uncommitted, young, handsome, and charming, he knew he had a nice probability of getting laid. Dressed impeccably, every hair in place, the man set out on a night he could n't have imagined.

Sixth Baron Byron of Rochdale 's Brewery was n't far from his hotel. He strolled in, finding the post rather crowded with all form of the city 's public. A few empty stools remained at the prospicient bar, where Michael took a nates. Quickly ordering a Scotch whiskey on the Rock, the man set about scanning for interesting char. Ladies were everywhere, but all seemed to be with their men. Hopefully, the scotch would help comfort his self-consciousness, he thought, as he finished his drink. He did n't wish coming to bars alone, but his deficiency of friends in the metropolis made it his only option.

Turning back to the bar, Michael had just ordered a 2nd drunkenness, when individual sidled up to his right. He looked over to see an attractive woman : pretty green eyes contrasted with red, crinkled, short hair. Her facial expression was round and cute, dotted with light lentigo. She wore a petty greens dress which stopped rather abruptly, allowing her to display the shapely legs she bore. Pretty black skid adorned her footling understructure, he noticed, casually glancing down.

`` Hi there, '' she smiled, catching Michael 's eye.

`` Hello, '' Michael greeted, returning the smile and receiving his drink.

`` I 'm Abby, '' the woman said, extending her fingers.

`` Michael, '' he said, taking her handwriting. `` Would you like a drink ? ``

`` No thanks, I have one, '' she answered, pointing to a board where sat a bombastic, red-haired man. `` I was hoping you 'd like to join me. My Brother 's just leaving, and you seemed to be alone. ``

`` Yep, I am, '' Michael replied. `` And yes, I 'd do it to. '' He happily followed her leading to the board, ineffective to stop staring at her short trunk as they went. That was wanton, he thought to himself.

`` I have ship's company now, '' Abby told the big man when they arrived at the table. `` Off you go ! ``

The man gave Michael a once over, as if he did n't trust him. Finally, he stood. `` Be good to my baby, '' he said, pointing his finger at the man. He then walked off without any further comment.

`` He 's mad because they just called him into piece of work, '' Abby explained, taking a tail end. `` He does n't like me in a bar alone. But anyway, sit. Let 's chat. ``

Abby seemed to grow more and Sir Thomas More pretty as they talked. She was fun, flirty, and seemed interested in everything Michael had to say. She asked him question after question : how old was he ? Where was he from ? Did he wish to drink ? Did he ever do drugs ? What sort of diet did he delight ? Did he work out ? Before he could bring back a doubtfulness, she was on to another. He felt like all he was doing was talking about himself.

`` How about tattoos ? '' she asked, returning from the bar ; she had insisted on buying the following round. She set down his scotch before dragging her chair closer to his.

`` No tattoos, '' Michael answered, sipping his boozing. `` You ? ``

`` Well, '' Abby smiled, `` maybe you 'll discover out ... ''

`` Mm. I know I will, '' he shot back, feeling more sure-footed with each passing scotch.

`` I do n't hump, '' she played, sipping her martini, `` you seem a bit shy for my gustation. ``

`` Shy ? '' laughed the man, knowing this could be genuine. `` Nah. Not really. ``

`` In that shell, '' the char asked, leaning in close to his ear, `` what about sex ? What form of sex do you like, Michael ? ``

His heart began to pound ! This young woman was so head, he almost felt uncomfortable. He had many kinks that few people knew about, and he was suddenly embarrassed. It took a long time for him to be comfortable telling his partners all his fantasies. Telling a stranger at a bar was far too embarrassing.

`` Ha ha, '' he laughed nervously, tipping back his deglutition. `` You know, all sex is good in my book. ``

`` Aw, you are shy ! '' she teased, placing her helping hand on his leg. `` okay, I 'll avail. Are you a breast man ? ``

He glanced at her chest as she arched her back, her cleavage protruding from beneath her dress. `` Um, yeah, '' Michael said. `` Breasts are good.

`` I do n't mean you 're a breast man, '' she smiled. `` Are you an ass man ? ``

The girl stood from her bum, turning her back on Michael. He stared as she bent forward slightly, her sexy butt nearly in his face.

`` That 's um—Yes ! '' he stumbled, amazed with this woman.

`` Maybe you 're a leg man, '' she taunted, again taking a buttocks. Crossing one over the other, she ran her hands down her curvaceous bare legs.

Michael 's eyes followed her custody, but continued on to gaze at her shoes. `` Feet, '' he heard himself say, captivated. `` I think substructure are aphrodisiac. ``

`` Oh ! A foot man, '' she jeered, allowing her shoe to dangle from her toes. Her heel was pinko, round, and flowed into a high arch that left the man drooling. He could only ideate what they must have looked like bare.

`` Want to get out of here ? '' Michael asked, swallowing the last of his scotch. He wanted this woman badly. Not only that, he was feeling a bit drowsy and hoped the invigorated air would help.

`` Let 's do it, '' Abby quickly agreed.

Michael stood up, the room spinning. He gripped the table a moment to steady himself. He wondered why he was so wassail ; he could down three scotches easily.

`` Alright there ? '' laughed the woman, taking Michael 's arm.

`` Yeah. Just ... dizzy, '' he said, laughing it off. He was n't about to bungle this opportunity !

`` Do n't occupy, I can drive us, '' Abby offered when they got outside. `` Just over here, you lush ! ``

It was halfway to her car that Michael started to scuff his groundwork. The streetlight swirled around his vision, and everything Abby was saying seemed like it came from a distant shoring. He was about to sit down in the road, when a familiar face suddenly appeared and hefted him up : Abby 's brother.

What 's he doing here ? thought Michael, as if in a pipe dream. He saw a blurry van ... An discharge bench seat ... Passing luminosity through a window as they drove .... Voices came to him from the front of the fomite : an argument about doses ... Something about timing ... Then darkness took him.

Chapter Two

orientation course

Michael awoke slowly, brilliant lights in his eyes bringing him toward consciousness. He had no idea where he was or what had happened. A memory of the pretty charwoman he had sat with popped into his brain, and he recalled drinking scotch. Must have passed out drunk, he thought, squinting at the ceiling. Why were these lights so damn bright ?

He turned his oral sex to the left on the pillow, seeing a white painted, cinderblock wall. He did n't know this wall. Turning his vision to the right, he saw a minor room. A closed door was on the paries at which his foundation were facing. A toilet sat at the opposite wall, besides which hung a plastic curtain. goose egg else was in the room other than the bed on which he lay, and Michael had no clue where he was.

He sat up, his eyesight becoming to a greater extent clearly. Standing, he slowly approached the alloy door, peering out of a small window at face height ; he could see only a hallway leading off in both management. With a tug at the door grip, he found it locked tight. Was he in jail ? he pondered, going to the curtain near the toilet. Pulling it back revealed a pocket-sized shower cubicle ; a bar of soap, towel, and a washrag were placed on the floor.

Michael sat down on the bed, wracking his brain to recollect how he had gotten here. What in the humanity did he do to end up in slammer ? What happened with that womanhood, Abby ? The night was coming back to him slowly : the bar, the prominent man, the van ! Had he been kidnapped ? he wondered with sudden fright !

A gimcrack click at the door startled the man out of thought. He stood as it opened, a fair sex entering. Michael was surprised to see some character of rifle in her hands, poised at her eye and pointed at him. Following behind the armed single came another womanhood. Similarly dressed in a inkiness uniform, this one wielded a long rod. The women took places along the far wall, staring down the scattered man. Lastly entered a 3rd woman, taller than the others and much more intimidating.

While the two female person bearing arm wore their hair pulled tightly back and displayed a military demeanor, the red-haired amazon standing before Michael allowed her farseeing hair to flow freely. Muscles bulged from beneath her tight contraband pants and pale-skinned branch. The little Black armoured combat vehicle top she wore barely contained her breast. She held zero in her deal, simply crossing her arms as she glared at the man with her brutal brown eyes.

`` What the hell 's go— '' began Michael.

`` Shh ! '' the woman interrupted, placing an index digit to her sass. `` You do not speak to me, unless spoken to. Understood ? ``

`` What, seriously ? Who are you, Lady ? '' Michael angrily asked.

`` Zap him ! '' ordered the woman, not at all blessing of the man 's first interaction.

`` What ? Wait ! '' Michael cried, retreating a footstep. The cleaning woman carrying the rod quickly approached, sticking him in the mightily shoulder joint. Jolts of free energy and pain rippled through his organic structure, and he somehow found himself on his stifle. Another poke in his side laid him out, twitching in agony. The safety had retaken her situation before he regained his senses. The charwoman in bursting charge gave him a consequence to groan on the flooring as he recovered.

`` Get up ! '' she barked, when her patience had run out.

He slowly stood, the hurting diminishing. The man felt immediate fear now, knowing that this could n't be a gaol. These people meant concern, and they were n't beyond hurting him. What the snake pit had he gotten himself into ?

`` I will have your obedience and respect, '' the charwoman sternly told him. `` Anything less, and you will face painful reproof. Understood ? ``

`` Yeah, '' Michael nodded, still shaking.

`` Allow me to welcome you to The Stockyard, '' she went on. `` I am the herdstress. You are no longer Michael. You are my property, and will henceforth be known as horseshit telephone number 27. You will not escape from here, so put it out of your mind right now. Any attempt will only result in punishments you ca n't imagine. Behave, and you will find us fair and humane. Understood ? ``

`` Yes, '' he answered, not at all liking what he was being told. Escape was the only thing currently on his mind, despite the grave warning.

`` Under the bed, you 'll find your garment, '' the herdstress said. `` You are to strip completely before putting it on—no drogue, no underwear—everything comes off. All jewelry, if any, is to be removed. You have five minutes to change, and then it 's time for your test. ``

With that, the woman left the minuscule elbow room, her two sentry duty keeping their office. Their eyes were glued on him as his psyche raced. Should he pelt along them ? he wondered. That rifle was aimed directly at him ; he 'd be dead before he could do anything. Besides, the pain of the electric car goading was too fresh in his mind for lots bravery at the mo. Being shot might have been preferable to that electricity again. He stood, hesitating, afraid to act.

`` Let 's go, '' ordered the female with the goading, using it to repoint at the bed. `` modification ! ``

sightedness little other selection, Michael bent down, feeling under the bed. His fingers found a fold point, which he pulled out. Unfolding it, the man found little Thomas More than a white linen gown. With a glance to the womanhood intently watching him, he began to undress. He kicked off his shoe and undid the button of his shirt. Slipping it off, following went his undershirt. He reluctantly unfastened his bang, unbuttoned his bloomers, and let them drop. He stepped out of them, his back to the cleaning woman, and pulled off his socks. The high-risk part was dropping his boxershorts, sensing the middle of the adult female on his buns. Slipping the garment over his read/write head, it came down to just above his knees.

`` The lookout man, '' the guard said when Michael turned to face them. He unclasped his horologe, tossing it on the bed.

`` Alright, let 's go, '' she ordered, pointing to the undefendable doorway with her prod. `` Out the door, to the right wing. ``

The man walked out of his cellphone and into a Patrick White hallway. Quickly looking around, all he saw were walls spaced with periodic doors. The residence eventually made right level turns in both directions he could see. He was led a few doorway down, until he was ordered to stop. The safety device opened the door before him, ushering him in.

He found himself standing in an exam room : a tabular array, scale of measurement, parry of instruments, and everything one would expect at a medico 's authority filled the area. In the room waiting for him was a short, petite Thomas Young girl. Wavy blond hair flowed to her shoulder joint, pretty grim eyes were behind thick rimmed glasses, and she wore blue scrubs. The stethoscope around her neck completed her outfit.

`` hello, '' she smiled quite pleasantly. `` I 'm give suck Lilly. I 'll be having a flavour at you.

Michael heard the threshold shut behind him. Glancing back, he saw that the guards had n't left. While the rifle was no longer pointed at him, the woman held it at the ready.

`` Go ahead and slip off that nightgown, '' the nurse said, picking up a clipboard.

`` Um, '' began Michael, sensing that this womanhood was more tolerant than the others he had met. `` I do n't do it what 's going on, or where I am ... Can you just tell me— ''

`` Hey ! '' barked the precaution behind him. `` Do as you 're order ! ``

`` It 'll be much easier if you cooperate, '' the vernal nurse said. `` I know, it 's embarrassing. But I 've seen it all before. ``

`` But, '' the man delayed, feeling ashamed, `` I—I do n't birth anything on under this. ``

`` That 's the way we do it, '' the nurse smiled, tapping her clipboard with a pen. `` Let 's go. Chop-chop ! ``

Michael 's look burned in superfluity as he pulled the gown up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He covered his crotch immediately, feeling three couple of distaff middle on his nude body. The man hated being barefoot in front of others, let alone completely nude !

`` Alright, we 'll get your weight and height first, '' Lilly informed, motioning to the scale.

Not knowing what else he could do, Michael walked over and stepped onto the platform. The nurse adjusted the counter weight until she found the sweet smear, recording the number on her var.. He turned around when prompted, and Lilly lowered the height rod to his nous. `` O.K., '' she said, with a jot of her pen, `` consume a seat on the table, please. ``

He did as instructed, sitting with his script cupped over his crotch. Inserting the eartips of the stethoscope, the little blonde placed the chestpiece on the man 's breast. `` Try and calm down, '' she smiled, hearing his racing heart. `` take aim a few thick breaths. ``

After recording her findings, the nurse produced a thermometer, placing it under Michael 's lingua. He hated the doctor. He hated being nude in this way. Everything about this experience was humiliating him terribly ! He wanted to know what was going on.

`` What is this ? '' he whispered after she removed the thermometer and was feeling the sides of his neck. `` Why am I here ? Who are you people ? ``

She walked to the counter, ignoring his head. Returning with a reflex hammer, she began to tap his stifle. `` Look, '' she said quietly, `` all you can do at this point is cooperate. Just do as you 're told, and they 'll make it well-situated for you. ``

`` make what promiscuous ? '' he asked nervously, the nurse moving to his other knee. `` There was this woman at the bar. Abby. She 's involved, right ? Where 's she ? ``

`` I 'm sorry, Michael, '' she said, jotting down her findings. `` But to them, you 're just a composition of nub now. ``

A piece of meat ? he frantically thought. What is she talking about ?

`` Lay back, please ? '' Lilly cheerfully asked, sliding the leg lengthiness of the mesa out as the man reluctantly complied. He lay there, staring at the hopeful ceiling, wondering how he could take to the woods this place.

The nurse, after retrieving a couplet of items, stood near his feet. Michael felt something dragged along his veracious foot, causing him to flinch. He glanced down to see the place handle of the innate reflex cock moving to his left foot. He pulled back when scraped, hating his feet to be touched.

`` Quite spiritualist, '' observed the nanny, producing a pink vinyl radical tape measure. Holding it from the man 's heel to his big toe, she measured the length of one infantry, then the other. After the width of his feet were also taken, she wrote a few note of hand on her clipboard.

Pocketing her tools, she stepped beside the man on his rightfield. `` hand at your sides, delight ? '' she asked.

He lay there, feeling that if his privates were expose, he 'd take in nothing left. Lilly smiled when he did n't move, taking his wrists in her piffling hands. She pulled, but he was stubbornly holding them in place. `` C'mon, Michael, '' she said sweetly. `` I 'm just going to face at your tum. ``

He reluctantly let her place his work force at his sides. Fully exposed, he had never felt so humiliate. He glanced at her reasonably face as she looked down upon him, before quickly averting his oculus. The nurse placed her warm hands on his pecks, gently squeezing. She worked her way down his rib and to his navel, her fingers pushing in, feeling his muscles. She traced the synopsis of his rosehip, and that 's when he first noticed his member beginning to grow.

`` Very dependable, '' the nurse said, removing her handwriting from her patient. She walked to the end of the table, sliding in the leg annex. `` Please support, and we 'll get some measure. ``

Michael sat up, covering himself before he stood. Lilly produced the tape meter from her sack and proceeded to rank it against respective parts of the man : his second joint, calves, shoulders, and forearms were measured, both for length and girth. Made to turn over around, his derriere was measured horizontally and vertically. All of his numbers were promptly recorded on the nanny 's clipboard. The man was beginning to sense as if he really were a piece of music of meat.

He felt her little hands clasp his bottom while she was behind him, gently squeezing it. They glided down the cover of his legs, kneading as they went, until she was down to his groundwork. She then stepped around to his forepart, looking him over.

`` deal to your sides, mister '' she smiled, again gently moving them by his wrist. Hi semi-erect penis was then revealed.

`` I 'm ... s-sorry— '' he embarrassingly stumbled, feeling her center on his penis.

`` Just relax, '' said Lilly. `` Widen your position a bit, please ? perfective tense. ``

The man did as asked, and he caught his hint when he felt her little fingers grasp his wall hanging testes. She examined first one, then the former with bare hands. Now Michael knew all stakes were off—at her touch of his private, his erection was growing. By the metre she had finished examining his testicles, he had grown to his full-of-the-moon length.

`` It 's okay, '' she giggled, seeing his burning facial expression. The tape measurement was again produced, this time to record the length of his penis. He had to stifle a groan as the nanny then wrapped the mag tape around his beam, measuring its girth.

`` When was your finally orgasm ? '' the nursemaid asked as she recorded her findings.

`` Um, I do n't ... I do n't acknowledge, '' he stuttered in humiliation.

`` Try to think, '' she said. `` It 's important. One day ? Two days ? ``

`` About ... three days, I think, '' he ashamedly answered.

This has to be a bad ambition, the man was thinking. How am I going to get out of this ? What are these hoi polloi planning ?

`` Excellent. All done, '' the nurse told him. `` You can get dressed. You 've been very sound. Thank you, Michael. ``

He quickly grabbed the garment from the base, grateful to put it on again. He felt instantly better with his nakedness concealed.

`` postponement, please tell me what this is ! '' the man begged Lilly when the guards took him by the shoulder joint. `` What 's going to happen ? ``

The nanny gave the man a sad smiling as he was led out of the room. She thought he seemed courteous, innocent, scared. She felt bad for ones like Michael : ones that did n't merit what was going to happen. Her occupation could be depressing sometimes.

Chapter leash

Auction

When Michael was brought back to his electric cell, the outset affair he noticed was that his clothes were gone. This is all he was left with, he thought, sitting on the bed : a elementary textile gown. His clothes, wallet, and identification were at least a radio link to the reality he had known only the day before. He figured that 's why they were taken away.

The man eventually crawled onto his bed, pondering what to do. The door of the cellphone was stocky and locked ; he could n't stir it. He wondered what the hell that test was all about. Were these people some sort of sex ringing operators, planning on letting people have their way with him ? He thought for minute, wondering how this would end.

Eventually, he was brought a bowl of some type of porridge, and ordered to eat. He was hungry and abide by, finding it rather tasty. It was n't long after his dinner that the spark were dimmed, and he was told to go to bed. Again, Michael did as instructed. restless sleep filled his night.

After he awoke the next morning, he was again fed the Same meal, then told to shower. As he toweled off and threw on his robe, the door to his cubicle opened. In stepped the herdstress, accompanied by her two guards. Michael was immediately intimidated by the strong adult female, wishing he never had to see her again.

`` Good newsworthiness, bull, '' she declared, looking him over. `` You 're off to auction today. ``

Michael glanced from one woman to the early, not understanding. He was too afraid to ask for details.

`` Since you have behaved yourself so far, '' the mesomorphic womanhood went on, `` I 'm not going to shackle you. If you betray my trust, you 'll be in mountain chain the rest of your time here. Understood ? ``

`` Yes, '' he answered.

`` When at auction, '' she explained, `` you 'll see other pig that are gagged, in chain of mountains, blindfolded. They 're in their flow place because they could not bond to simple rules. Do not lecture, do not try to escape, and do as you 're told. realize ? ``

`` I understand, '' the he said.

`` Bring him down, '' she told the two guards, and exited the cell.

`` C'mon, '' ordered the woman holding the prod. Michael was led down assorted halls, noticing many doors matching that of his mobile phone. He wondered how many prisoners were in this place.

Eventually, they came a set of double up door through which Michael was led. He was n't make for what greeted him : lined up in a single row were eight men, each completely naked, save for those wearing blindfolds, ball gag, and/or chains. Only one other man was completely mad like Michael, the quietus having obviously misbehaved. They were young men, each around Michael 's age. All were built and in good forcible shape. Some where tall, others were curtly. Each appeared to be Caucasian.

`` Off with the gown, '' ordered the safety device, bringing Michael to the end of the argument. Reluctantly, he slipped off his garment and handed it to the female. He stared shamefully at the floor, avoiding the spirit of the other men.

triplet other guards were posted in the room in accession to the two who had brought in Michael. Two of them were armed with rifles, the others with prods. The thought entered Michael 's head that these men would have a square chance if they attacked as one. The problem was that most of the prisoners were chained, rendering them ineffective. He did n't have a lot meter to remember, as the doors he had been brought through opened, and in strode the red-haired charwoman, leading two others.

She talked to them as they approached the stemma of men. Her whole tone of phonation was friendly, helpful, and more lovingness than Michael had heard her speak. Both of her companions were female, one older and one untested. The neophyte looked eagerly at the lineup as they approached.

`` And here is our current herd, '' the herdstress announced, starting the cleaning lady at the far end of the line from Michael. `` The one restrained have acted out in the retiring. We take capital precautions in keeping our customers safe. ``

`` Look at these bodies, mother, '' the younger adult female said, her heart wide. `` How am I ever going to choose ? ``

`` withdraw your time and calculate them over, Audrey, '' her mother advised.

`` It 's your birthday, I understand, '' the herdstress said to the girl. `` glad natal day ! ``

`` Thank you, '' smiled the girl. `` I 'm 18 now ! ``

`` A terrific age, '' replied the red-haired boss. `` Truly, a cause for special jubilation. ``

Michael glanced at the cleaning woman as they made their way down the stemma. to the highest degree of the men looked down in disgrace as they were inspected. Not only was the daughter beautiful, but her mother was likewise sandbag. Each had night, flat hair. The female parent was of average height, her daughter a bit shorter. Their clothes looked expensive, and they smelled of fresh essence. impeccable composition painted their pretty faces, and perfectly painted nails tipped their fingers. The air of wealth was strong on them.

`` I 've only had a bite of copper before, '' the daughter was saying. `` I ca n't hold back to taste more of it ! ``

`` Our meat is expertly inclined, my lamb, '' the herdstress informed. `` It 'll be the most succulent thing on which you 've ever dined. ``

Michael 's heart was racing as he heard them talk. They 're going to eat us, he told himself, trying to persist simmer down. The nurse literally meant it when she said he was just meat to them. He felt like he was truly in a incubus. How could this really be happening : people sold off as intellectual nourishment in one of the biggest cities of the US ?

`` Oh. My. Gosh, '' Audrey exclaimed, approaching him. `` wait at this one, mother ! ``

To his horror, the Lester Willis Young lady stepped before him, looking him over. Her mother came to her side, their dismal optic scanning the man.

`` I 'd like to see this one, '' Audrey decided.

`` Step forward, bull, '' came the harsh voice of the boss.

Michael took a few steps, still staring at the dry land. This was exactly his luck, he thought. Of course he would induce to get picked out of the nine.

`` This is our newest attainment, '' the red-haired woman informed, holding out her hand. One of the guards quickly handed her a clipboard. `` He arrived just yesterday. ``

`` I love his build, '' commented the female parent, walking around the man. He stood, hands over his private parts, as he was scrutinized.

`` This is crap routine 27, '' read the herdstress from her papers. `` He passed his physical examination yesterday with flying colour. He 's 26 years old, six foot one, and weighs 189 pounds. His feet are ten inches in length, four inches at their blanket. His penis is seven in long when erect, and five inches in girth at it 's thickest. He 's circumcised. His lowest sexual climax was four solar day ago. His body fat is thoroughgoing for his sizing. There are no tattoos, no diseases discernable, and he appears to be the scene of wellness. ``

`` That he does, '' the female parent agreed. `` Look at his rump, dearest. Perfection ! ``

Michael could only abide there as Audrey went behind him, checking out his rump. `` Oh my, '' he heard her say. `` It 's so ... masculine ! ``

`` Touch him, feel his muscles, '' the herdstress offered. `` This one 's quite tame. ``

The man felt mild bridge player on his behind, giving gruntle liquidity crisis. A distich fingers touched his shoulders and back, feeling the contours. Then the back of his thighs, down to his sura were examined by the two adult female : pinching, petting, and caressing.

`` heave your foot up, '' the boss ordered. `` Bring it back so they can see. ``

He bent his right wing genu, angling back his foot.

`` Vey nice base for a male, '' the female parent said, running the backbone of her hand down his sole. She took his toes, gently rolling and separating them in her fingers.

`` Indeed, '' said the herdstress. `` They will make rattling stew core. ``

Coming to his straw man, the female person proceeded in the same fashion : feeling his subdivision, pecks, abs, and legs. Ordered to place his mitt by his sides, the women gazed at his flaccid penis, but did n't touch. Michael tried to not name eye inter-group communication, too humiliated to even opine straight.

`` Open your back talk, '' barked the hirer. When the man opened, the she placed her index finger on the arse row of dentition, pulling his brain lower to countenance her customers to see. All teeth were in place and straight.

`` He 's perfective ! '' the girl said excitedly. `` He 's the one ! ``

`` She has spoken ! '' exclaimed the mother. `` We 'll take him. ``

`` You 're going to be very pleased, '' the herdstress smiled.

`` We get to come to the cookery, right ? '' the girl asked.

`` We allow that, for a bit supererogatory, '' answered the red-haired woman. `` We just have to excite for heightened security. ``

`` And what was that about a trophy overhaul you mentioned ? '' inquired the mother.

`` For a titular fee, '' the powerful woman explained, `` we offer conservation and full juncture of the bull 's skeleton in the closet. Or, if you like, any mannerism of your choosing. This way, your daughter will always cause something to commend her birthday by. ``

`` Yes, we 'll definitely do that, '' the mother decided.

Michael beginning to experience crazy to his stomach. Meat, cooking, skeletal system : it was as if a atrocious harlequinade were being played on him !

`` Is it true that, '' Audrey asked hesitantly, `` that um ... That the bull are given orgasms before they cook ? ``

`` Yep, that 's truthful, '' the herdstress confirmed. `` Orgasms release pleasure chemical substance throughout the trunk. Not only do some say that it helps with the meat, but it also calms the bull in a metre of stress. Every male is milked once directly before cooking. In heifers, two—or sometimes three—orgasms may be coaxed out. ``

`` strait like a skillful way to go, '' Audrey 's mother chuckled.

`` We try to keep the bulls as calm as possible, '' the boss said. `` That 's why we use an all female stave within The Stockyard : we 're seen as to a lesser extent intimidating. ``

`` Do you think, '' Audrey went on nervously, `` that I could be the one to milk him ? I 've never done that before ! It would make this so very special for my birthday. ``

`` We 'll see what we can make out, '' the herdstress said. `` Let 's discus defrayment in my office. ``

After the client were led out, Michael donned his surgical gown and was walked back to his cellular phone. Coming back to his signified after his humiliation, his mind was phrenetic. Escape was now forefront in his psyche. He had no cue how long he had to live.

Chapter tetrad

formulation

Michael was contemplating, sitting on his bed when the door to his cell opened. His heart lurched ! This could be the end for all he knew. He was surprised when nanny Lilly entered alone, the room access closing behind her. The cute little blonde had a worried look as she sat beside him on the bed.

`` Hi, Michael, '' she said. `` I talked the herdstress into letting me address to you. She 's usually the one who does this. ``

`` What, no guards ? '' wondered the man.

`` No. I know you wo n't harm me, '' she replied.

`` Look, '' whispered Michael, feeling hopeful, `` you 've got ta assist me ! I know you are n't like the others. Ca n't you do something ? ``

`` I ca n't, '' she answered quietly. `` You ca n't even imagine what they do to people who betray them ! I 've already been reprimanded for calling you by public figure yesterday. ``

`` So what, '' he asked, feeling angry, `` you people just pour down inexperienced person ? You eat them ? That 's fucking lunacy ! ``

`` It 's supposed to just be bad masses, '' she answered. `` And most of them are dreadful man beings, so it 's not tough seeing them go. But when there 's nice ones like you— ''

`` Help me, Lilly, '' he pleaded. `` We can both get out of here. We 'll go to the police force ! Get this place shut down ! Then you wo n't be in any danger. ``

`` I ca n't, '' she sighed. `` I 'm grim, Michael. ``

The two sat in muteness for a bit, neither knowing what to say. Lilly wished she could facilitate the man and be a hero, but the jeopardy were far too great. She had heard history, and they terrified her. The only if way to make herself feel better was to see the man one last sentence. He deserved better than being informed of his cookery particular date by the herdstress.

`` I came here, '' she said, breaking the silence, `` to tell you that ... that tomorrow is the day. ``

`` Tomorrow, '' he repeated. `` Tomorrow, what ? Tomorrow they remove me ? ``

`` Please, Michael, '' she advised, `` just be good and cooperate. Do as they say, and things will go much well-fixed. ``

`` Lilly, get me a gun, '' he tried. `` Just a gun, and I 'll read my chances. ``

`` You have no mind how bad they would make things for you, '' she told him, standing up. `` Please, cooperate for them tomorrow. They 'll be humane. ``

`` My life is in your helping hand, Lilly, '' he implored. `` Please, please help me. I know you 're not like them. I know there 's something you can do. ``

She walked to the door, tapping the window. Giving one survive look at Michael, the door opened and she left. She would occur through for him, he thought. She was a good someone ; she would n't let this be done to an innocent man.

Michael was awake the next morning when guards entered his cell. His heart pounded as he was ordered to adopt them. To another room he was brought where he found a rather expectant woman waiting. In fact, she was the first off unattractive female the man had met in his fourth dimension there. The way was odd, consisting of two subdivision. The pocket-sized appeared to be a Samuel Barber shop, complete with a chair, mirror, and counter of shearing implements. The orotund fate consisted of a showering stall : whitened tiled, lined with showerheads, and spread to the relaxation of the room. A put off sat in the midriff of the exhibitioner surface area, future to which hung an ominous clyster bag. Finally, a pot sat along one wall.

Upon being ordered to uncase, the man was made to lay down on the table. face down, he was massaged by the strong hands of the woman. Her touch sensation was firm : kneading and squeezing his muscles until they melted. No words were exchanged as he was rubbed ; he could tell this tush fair sex would take in none of it.

Flipping onto his backbone, his front line was massaged in the same manner. He looked for a means of escape all the piece, finding none. There were no windows in the room, and two guards were ever present at the door. Every column inch of Michael 's soundbox was covered by her hands, and when she was done, he even felt a bit relaxed.

His alleviation was short lived, however. Upon completion of his rubdown, Michael watched the woman begin disconnecting the red enema bag.

`` Um, you 're not gon na — '' he began, laying there, his throb showtime to race.

`` Yup, '' she answered gruffly, filling the bag from a faucet. `` Enemas are required, so do n't even protrude. ``

He glanced at the sentry go posted near the exit of the room ; they were vigilant, watching him with keen eye. How he wanted to run away, crash through the door, bust out of this insane place ! But, he lost his nerve as the woman returned, attaching the heavy bottle to its hook.

`` On your side, '' she ordered, removing the hose. A small underground was produced from her sac, from which she squirted a glob of lube onto the nozzle.

Slowly, Michael tuned on his side, absolutely embarrassed. He felt fingers parting his impudence, and something cold crush against his anus. `` Try to relax, '' he heard, as it slid into him.

She released the clinch, warm urine filling his belly. At 1st, all he could imagine of were the guards watching this happen to him : a raw man forced to find an enema. His embarrassment lessened when he started cramping ; suddenly he could only think about how uncomfortable he was. It felt like an timeless existence for the bottle to empty, his guts churning. He moaned quietly when the nozzle was removed.

He was made to expect in suffering, forced to allow the H2O to undo him up. For 15 minutes he groaned softly, scared to expiry that he would accidentally lose dominance. He went hunched to the can as soon as she allowed, the humiliation of it lessened by the immense relief he felt.

Once he was emptied, he was directed to the barber chair. There he sat while the woman flipped on clippers and began shearing him. He watched in the mirror as row by row, his hair toppled off. Feeling it cascading onto his naked soundbox, that was the instant he knew this was really happening.

Once buzzed, back to the shower he was led. Sitting him on the sharpness of the table, the orotund cleaning woman sprayed him with warm water before producing cream and razors. She lathered and shaved his physical structure in discussion section, working methodically : his arms, underarms, fingers, dresser, and stomach. Then came his legs, as they dangled off the table. He was then made to sit with his hound on the table edge, so she could shave his feet and toes. Standing him up and turning him around, she continued down his back, rear end, and backs of his legs. She bent him over the mesa, and he felt shaving pick applied between his brass. The razor delicately cut through all the hair around his anus. Again made to lay on the board, the womanhood shaved his pubic hair until absolutely nix remained. His scrotum, perineum, and shaft were expertly made bare.

Finally, once again sitting, shaving pick was applied to his mind and face. She shaved is heading bald. His brow were taken, along with his face stubble. Finally, his neck was cleaned. In the end, not one haircloth could be seen on his body. He did n't have a individual nick or cut from the expert hand of the woman.

Michael was then thoroughly washed. He was scrubbed with a rough, exfoliating cloth over his stallion body. He felt like a dog, up on the mesa as this stranger bathed him. When the suds were rinsed away, he was incredibly clean and smooth. He was towel dried, and without his scrubs, led out of the room.

The air felt cold on his nude painting, hairless skin. His torso looked foreign to him, the hold out vestige of his former self gone. He covered himself in modesty as he was marched through the halls, his mettle racing. Brought to a set of double threshold, Michael was taken aback when they opened. Petrified, he had to be sternly pushed into the room. He knew he had reached his final destination.

The industrial kitchen was immense ! locker, sinks, buffet, appliances : all gleamed in stainless steel. The oven was gigantic, the most spectacular target in the room. An ominous orange tree incandescence issued from behind the ice window of its door, filling Michael with dread.

A small gang, standing near a wheeled mesa, looked over as Michael entered. A female, middle-aged and attractive, inspected him as she adjusted her white forestage. The herdstress stood with the client who had chosen him the day before, while three armed guard positioned themselves in the room. With a pawl from the door, the man knew he had just locked him in.

`` Yay ! '' clapped Audrey, when Michael arrived. `` He looks so different ! ``

`` Aw, '' observed her mother. `` The wretched thing looks terrified. ``

Michael could only stomach in home, aghast at his surroundings. He could see racks of knives as he glanced around. Oversized pots, pans, trays, and platter were neatly organized around the elbow room. Huge grill wrack hung from the wall, along with a solicitation of steel spindle, each longer than a man. Multiple wheeled mesa were pushed into a far corner, each ready to be topped with man-sized cooking apparatus. Next to the oven was an upright piano, giant metal tube ; the glass doorway of which revealed another capitulum, vertically waiting to stake and roast.

`` ejaculate on, '' the chef said, waving in Michael. `` I wo n't sting. ``

The man took a few forgetful whole step toward her, his knee joint feeling weak. She looked him over with fairly chocolate-brown eyes. She may have been nearing 40, but Michael would hold found her quite an pretty in any other circumstance.

`` He must be a shy one, '' the chef smiled at the other women. `` C'mon. Over here, please. ``

Michael warily approached, noticing a rectangular tray atop the table. Measuring four foot by three fundament, it could easily accommodate a man. `` Please, '' he nearly begged. `` What 's ... How are— ''

`` Shh, '' comforted the chef, coming beside him. `` Do n't you worry. I promise, I 'm going to take very good care of you. ``

`` But, you 're not really— '' the man 's representative was shaking, `` I mean, you do n't ... c-cook— ''

`` It 's going to be so leisurely, '' the chef said softly, rubbing his vertebral column in consolation. `` You just want to be endure a fiddling bit longer. No painful sensation from the guard, no unneeded excruciation for being disobedient. You 've been the perfect bull all this meter. It 's going to be beautiful, and you 're going to be making this young woman so happy. ``

`` This ... This is f-fucking nutcase, '' he gasped, his eyes darting around.

`` Just relax, '' she soothed. `` I promise to be gentle. So, so aristocratical. I have a lot of experience with bulls, and I 'm going to make sure you 're comfortable every step of the way. ``

Michael glanced at the others in the room. They were tense, waiting to see what would happen. The guards had advanced a few tempo, prepared for any disobedience.

`` Now, '' the chef said, `` I need you to climb up onto the tray. On your paw and knees, please. Be heedful, it 's slippery. ``

Michael looked at the surface of the tray, seeing that it was slick with a thin coat of oil. He could n't believe what he was doing, as he carefully maneuvered himself onto the tray. Its shallow sides contained the man perfectly as he assumed all quaternion, trying not to skid on the slick aerofoil. The top of his head faced the charwoman, his eyes staring shamefully down. The giddy applause of the daughter again sounded when he was situated.

`` Excellent, '' said the chef, gathering a feeding bottle and a large brush from a counter. `` So, Audrey, I 'll walk you through how a pig is prepped. first, we 're going to liberally mizzle oil on his backside. ``

Warm liquid began dripping over his back as Michael stayed in office. He saw it get down coming down is subdivision and pooling around his hands. Down his bottom is was poured, running along the backrest of his thighs. minuscule drips began trickling down his sides, plopping to the tray. She continued drizzling along his calf and feet, the look of coconut filling the air.

`` And now, we 're going to pass around the oil with a brush, '' the chef explained, bringing the soft bristles over every column inch of Michael 's backside. He caught his breath when they found their way between his cheeks, and he could barely obtain still when they caressed his feet.

`` Look at him shimmer ! '' Audrey observed with excitement.

`` Yes, '' said her female parent. `` The oil certainly adds definition to those muscular tissue. ``

`` Very good, '' the chef said, satisfied when he was glistening. `` Go ahead and lay on your back, feet facing toward the oven. ``

Carefully, Michael sat on his merchantman. He lay back on the cold metal, trying to keep off looking at the women staring at him. He felt the chef select his ankles, placing his animal foot on the lip on the tray. Above was the bright ceiling, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to wake up from this awful dream.

`` Before we oil his front, '' the chef instructed, `` we 're going to hold a tension ring. ``

Michael glanced nervously to see what she was talking about. The chef approached on his left, holding a Shirley Temple dance band. She quickly placed it under his scrotum, stretching it up and over his soft penis.

`` Ohh ! What does that do ? '' Audrey asked.

`` latent hostility annulus are used to keep bulls erect, '' the chef explained. `` Once he begins to turn aroused, it 'll keep the blood in his penis. ``

`` They also help make more than muscular orgasms, '' the herdstress informed.

`` You 're not getting anything out of me, '' Michael muttered, though he began to palpate a twinge in his member after the halo was applied. With all his being, he did n't want to become wound up, but these women focusing on his penis made it incredibly difficult. Feeling lovesome oil begin drizzling from his chest down to his groin definitely did n't help the situation.

`` And again, '' the chef said, `` we coat him evenly with the brush. ``

The bristles passing along his chest felt good, but Michael tried to ignore it. He knew the orgasm was of the essence. Maybe that was his one fortune, he thought : no orgasm, no oven !

It was n't so prosperous remaining calm when the encounter was passing over his privates. It felt wonderful, and even with all of Michael 's resistance, he was slowly growing. Soon the chef moved on, and he relaxed. He tried to banish any sexy thoughts from his mind, keeping his eyes focused on the lights ; he did n't want to see these char surrounding him.

Down his bare legs the chef worked, making them shine. The crown of his feet were future, and Michael flinched terribly when the bristles found their way in between his toes. He heard giggles about his ticklishness from the onlookers.

`` Excellent, '' said the chef, setting her brush down. `` Now, we must restrain the bull in place. ``

Michael 's pump lurched when he heard this ! He peered to see the chef retrieving a length of rope and bringing it to his slope. The early cleaning lady watched in fascination as the chef took Michael 's leave behind leg, bringing his bent knee back toward his chest.

`` Today we 're going to use a frogtie, '' she informed. `` This is quite useful for both bulls and heifers. ``

Before he knew it, the rope was wrapped expertly around his mortise joint and thigh, binding them together.

`` Now, see the groove on the bottom of the tray ? '' the chef showed Audrey. `` We run the forget me drug through, under the tray to the other side. Then we tie his properly leg. ``

`` You have got the best job ! '' declared the girl, following the chef to Michael 's right hand leg. She watched as with a few wrap, tugboat, and knots, the man 's other leg was bound. Not only could he no longer unbend his legs, but he could no longer close his knees.

`` And finally, '' the chef went on, gathering lots modest duration of rope, `` his wrists are secured to his ankles. ``

The ligature completed, Michael was now completely lost. His legs were pulled back and open extensive, leaving both his bottom and genitals embarrassingly on display.

`` And last but not least, '' the chef said, coming to stand side by side to Michael 's nous, `` we finish basting him. '' She rubbed her hands together, having taken a fistful of oil. She glided her hands around his bald question, and gently covered his face. The man was now glistening from headway to toe.

`` That is quite a wad ! '' exclaimed the mother, approaching Michael. `` God, he look Delicious ! ``

`` What part do you want to try the most, mother ? '' the girl asked, gazing down on her natal day present.

`` His rump, for sure ! '' she answered hungrily.

`` His undercut will be phenomenal, '' the chef offered. `` His costa, too ! ``

`` His muscle is lean, simply superb, '' the herdstress observed, well-chosen with her fate at obtaining this specimen.

Michael could n't believe people would be talking about another man like this ! He tested his bonds, but they were tight. Glancing at the safety device, he saw they were much more slacken with him restrained. If only he could slip these rope ... Get to a gun ...

`` I want to milk him, '' Audrey said, eying his penis. `` Can I milk him now ? He does n't look very excited, though. ``

`` Sometimes when they 're nervous, '' explained the chef, `` strapper do n't get excited right away. ``

`` Almost always, '' the herdstress said, `` optical foreplay helps. '' She approached one of the guards, speaking a few words.

Michael heard the doors unlock and saw the guard leave. He squirmed and fought with his James Bond, thinking me might have a chance with the door no longer secured and one sentry go gone. He hoped against hope, but nothing ; he was stay fast.

`` Oh, I like how he struggles, '' Audrey clapped.

How Michael was beginning to wish he could get his men on her ! She may be a beautiful 18 year old, but she had to be pure evil.

`` Next up, '' the chef told Audrey, `` we insert the thermometer. ``

epinephrin hit Michael when he heard that word ! He guessed where she planned on putting it, and already having one object up his rear that day had been enough. With all his durability, he flexed his muscularity against the ropes ; they did n't give an inch. Why had he allowed himself to be tied up ? he angrily thought.

`` Yes, herdstress ? '' came a familiar voice from outside the door. Michael ceased his struggling when he heard it.

`` You may get into, nurse, '' called out the red-haired woman.

Michael 's humiliation reached a new high. He 'd sacrifice anything for Lilly to not see him like this. But then he had another idea : maybe she 'd help ! If she saw what they were doing, she would possess to come to her senses.

Lilly took a few stair into the kitchen before seeing the leaping, defenseless man. Her oculus grew extensive, and she could n't serve but stare in fugitive skepticism. Seeing a preparation in progress shed igniter on the rough reality of what she was really part of.

`` Come in, nanny, '' her genus Bos said. `` No need to be shy. ``

Michael and the nurse made brief eye contact as she walked past. What he saw most in her bespectacled centre was shock.

`` Yes, ma'am ? '' she asked, standing dutifully in her blue scrubs.

`` We seem to be having a problem with this bull becoming aroused, '' explained the herdstress. `` Since I believe he 's taken a liking to you, I 'd love to have you outride and observe. Perhaps it will ease his jumpiness having you present. ``

`` Yes, ma'am, '' she complied, ineffective to fully hold back her reluctance.

`` Oh wow ! '' exclaimed Audrey. `` female parent, tone at this thing ! ``

`` Oh my, '' her female parent said, `` that certainly is quite a thermometer ! ``

Michael looked between his peg to see the chef holding what he could only describe as a blade stub fire hydrant topped with a telephone dial. The chef drizzled oil on it before they approached him.

`` N-no ... Please ! '' he gasped, shuddering at how bulbous it looked. `` Do n't. Do n't put that— ''

`` papal bull hate the thermometer, '' smiled the chef. She pressed the cold metal to Michaels bottom, gently swirling it against him.

`` feel, '' the man began, yearning to retreat. `` I-I 'll do anything. Please ! Do n't ! ``

`` The trick is to slowly implement pressure, '' the chef told Audrey, who was watching intently.

`` No ! S-stop ! '' he begged, as he felt the chef pushing with more military group. Utterly helpless to protect himself, the man had never felt so violated.

`` And when you feel less resistance, '' she instructed, `` you give it a business firm push. ``

`` Oh god ... OH GOD ! UGGHHH ! '' grunted Michael, the thermometer filling his rectum.

The nanny averted her eyes, pity filling her heart for the man.

`` perfective ! '' the chef exclaimed, tapping the dial at the entrance of his bottom.

`` await at that cock ! '' the daughter exclaimed, staring.

`` Audrey ! '' admonished her mother. `` spoken communication ! ``

`` I 'm 18, mother, `` she smiled. `` And it 's my natal day. ``

The thermometer, pressing against Michael 's prostate, was a sense the man had never experienced. The pressure level had made him instantly hard, and he looked down to see his penis thick and still growing. The band around it did its job, making him bigger than ever.

`` Very good, '' declared the herdstress, impressed by how suddenly her crap had grown.

`` okay, '' said the chef, `` let 's bring him over to the oven. ``

`` What ? W-wait. No ! '' Micheal began, as she walked to the question of his mesa. Unlocking the roulette wheel, she began pushing the man toward sealed death. Lifting his forefront, he watched the glowing door grow closer from between his shining feet. He came to a halt a few metrical foot from it, trying again in vain to wiggle free.

`` nurse ? '' called out the herdstress. Perhaps you can help further. I 'd care this bull to have something to look at : a reward since he 's been so good for us. ``

The nurse gave a questioning look, not sure what her boss was saying.

`` Go on, '' the red-haired char told her, `` postulate off those scrubs. ``

`` Um, ma'am ? '' the nanny suddenly looked bewildered. `` Is, is that really— ''

`` Nurse, '' the herdstress sternly glared, `` I said off ! ``

The young Lady glanced at the others in the room, knowing that her boss'word of honor was absolute. The guards at the threshold watched, ready to enforce their master 's order.

cum on, Michael silently pleaded. Go for a gun ! Do something !

Disappointment filled him when she bent down, untying her skid. She kicked them off, followed by her top. following, her pants were slipped off, leaving the little girl standing in a white-hot tank top, pantie, and socks.

`` tank car top and socks : off ! '' ordered the political boss. `` You can leave on your underwear. I believe our bull will be mostly concern in your substructure, anyway. ``

Michael burned in humiliation, watching Lilly dispatch her top. Her little wind sleeve were pulled off last, and there she stood : a flyspeck, blond-haired, bespectacled, sexy female child in her underclothing. To say she looked uncomfortable would be an understatement.

`` So, our bull here, '' the herdstress began, `` seems to think he can deny us an climax. Though, looking at the state of him now, I 'd say that 's problematic. ``

Giggles, chortle, and the little gonorrhoea from Audrey filled the room.

`` Unfortunately, an orgasm is a must, '' she continued. `` Perhaps our endearing nurse will leave enough incentive. ``

Lilly stood with her arms crossed, feeling incredibly awkward. She only hoped there was n't more embarrassment to get along, or bad !

Chapter basketball team

Milking

Michael knew what they were going to do next. He knew he had to hold out them, but he also knew that his erection was n't going to settle on its own. Something about the richness of the thermometer would n't allow him to relax. Everywhere he looked were somewhat adult female, and even seeing his own glistening, bound, naked body was arousing. He tried to discharge his mind.

`` Alright, here 's some oil for your hands, '' the herdstress was saying to Audrey. She stood beside her Whitney Moore Young Jr. customer, ready to channelize her through the process. They were between Michael and the oven, ready for the most important part of the day.

The proud mother stood on Michael 's right, excited for her girl. Audrey had led a sheltered lifespan when it came to boys, though she had always expressed great pursuit in them. When she had asked for a bull for her birthday, her mother agreed ; it was a perfect present tense to usher in her new womanhood. The cost was great, but she felt that the gift killed two birds with one stone : Audrey got all the bull meat she could want, and she also got the chance to experience male anatomy at its finest.

`` Now, to properly milk a bull, '' explained the herdstress, `` you have to stroke slowly. When you see the scrotum drawing close to the soundbox, stroke even dim still. This horseshit has n't had an climax for five days, so we can wait a goodly volume of semen.

`` This is what I 'm having for dinner tonight, mother, '' Audrey exclaimed, looking at his penis. `` It 's so farseeing and thick ! ``

`` His testes will be tasty as well, '' the chef offered. `` The nurse made extra promissory note of their size and wellness. ``

The young girl 's hands went to Michael 's scrotum, her fingerbreadth feeling for his testicles. He tensed as she took them, one in the fingers of each hired hand. She rolled them about, making the man catch his breath.

`` Be very, very aristocratic, '' the herdstress advised. `` They 're quite a tender and delicate. ``

`` Oh yes, I am, '' she reassured. `` They feel lovely. So plump down ! ``

`` They are quite plump down, '' agreed the herdstress. `` Are n't they, harbor ? ``

`` Yes, ma'am, '' Lilly replied, ashamed. `` They 're very healthy. ``

`` Go ahead and involve the penis, '' the party boss said. `` bobby pin it loosely, and run your bridge player slowly up and down. provide your manus to glide on the oil. ``

Audrey rubbed her script together before taking Michaels slam, gently squeezing it. It was all he could do to not moan at the wizard. His heart raced as he thought about the consequence of losing control. Lilly, his one hope, was right next to him ! She had been singled out, embarrassed, and must sustain felt threatened. He had to trust she would help.

Michael felt Audrey 's traveling bag loosen. As instructed, she slowly began stroking his member. The early women in the elbow room gathered closer, watching the birthday young woman enjoy her present.

`` How does it feel in your hand ? '' her mother asked. `` Is it how you imagined ? ``

`` It feels so hot, '' her daughter answered. `` It 's warmly and slippery. Veiny. The point is so big and glazed ! It looks more lure than I ever imagined ! ``

The man looked over at Lilly, imploring her silently for service. She only stood, not knowing what to do and too afraid to make water a motion. Michael could n't stare at her long ; the sensations from Audrey, coupled with the sight of the nursemaid, made for a unsafe combination.

`` When he ejaculates, '' the herdstress instructed, `` allow it to disgorge on his belly. His semen will make a lovely born glaze. ``

`` Why do we stroke so slow ? '' Audrey asked. `` I thought tight and fast is what they like. ``

`` It does n't matter what the bull ilk, '' answered the herdstress. `` We milk slowly, building them up. Our aim is to coax out the most semen with a mighty sexual climax. It 's nearly torturous to some copper, especially the unity who achieve climax quickly. For them, we start and stop milking multiple meter. ``

`` Do you remember this one will be quick ? '' the girl wondered, as she stroked.

`` This one appears to be a fighter, '' smiled the red-haired fair sex, impressed by the girl 's interest. `` But they all orgasm eventually. ``

`` And then he goes into the oven ? '' the girl questioned eagerly.

`` He goes right in, yes, '' the Bos answered. `` When the Taurus the Bull orgasms, the organic structure is flooded with a cocktail of chemicals. The brain—which is quite a delicacy—will be chock full of them. He 'll therefore suit unbend and at peace, at least for a few moments. You 'll see that we work fast once his semen is extracted ; we want him cooking before any of it wears off. ``

`` P-please ... period, '' Michael whimpered, looking with horror between his legs at the female. Both their words and sodding neglect for him was terrifying.

The beautiful girlfriend simply glanced at the man and continued on with her agonizingly dense pumping. His scrotum cinched up in pleasure when he caught sight of the girl, watching her manus around his member. ventilation hard, he looked around for something to take his mind away from the sentiency. Unfortunately, it seemed everywhere he looked, a beautiful woman was looking down on him.

`` Oh, feel ! '' Audrey said, `` There 's exculpate liquid coming out of the tip ! ``

`` That 's pre-ejaculate, dear, '' explained the red-haired cleaning lady. `` That means you 're doing a fantastic job. ``

Lilly, do something, Michael willed, as he tried to keep in line his breathing.

`` nurse, '' he heard the herdstress say during his internal conflict, `` Why do n't you turn around for us. I 'm sure the shit would love to see your bum. ``

Despite his upright opinion, the man looked over to see Lilly abide by with the orderliness. She turned her back to him, revealing a low, firm bottom in black scanty. Her legs were curvey. Her calves, sexy and round.

`` Slow down a bit, Audrey, '' instructed the herdstress. The girl stoked him even slower, the header of his penis oozing with pre-cum.

`` Lilly, '' he pleaded, `` do n't ... Do n't let them do this. ``

`` The scrotum is constricted, '' the boss observed. `` We 're proceeding quite nicely. ``

The girl ran the finger of her free hand over Michael 's scrotum. `` The tegument is so soft, '' she observed.

`` Please ! '' Michael cried, feeling Audrey caressing his nut. `` D-do n't do this to me. I did n't do anything ... to merit this ! ``

`` The scrotum is very tender, '' chimed in the chef. `` It 'll cook up quite well. ``

`` Very, very slow now, '' came the herdstress'phonation. `` Very informal hold. Just graze the spear. ``

`` Please, '' Michael begged, almost to himself. Looking down his body, he realized he simply was just an animal to these people. The things that made him a person were gone : his figure, clothes, self-respect, touch, freedom. He was now a trussed up copper being prepared for dinner without mercy.

The chef approached the man, knowing she could avail to obtain the coveted solvent. It was normally her duty to milk the bulls, and she thought it a shame that she did n't get to work on this one. He was so docile, which was rarified. Some bulls yelled, screamed, cursed, and swore vengeance as they were forced to orgasm. Others seemed to go along with it willingly, only to become ireful once the milking was pure. She rarely had bulls like Michael : scared, humiliated, begging for help ; these were more interesting to her.

`` Stop t-touching me, '' Michael whimpered, fighting to not enjoy what the girl was doing to him.

The chef stood at the head of the mesa. She leaned over close, her look upside down to his. `` Shh, '' she whispered, placing her hands on the side of his pass. `` Just let it go. Let it all go. You 're almost done. ``

`` Uh ! UH ! '' Michael began to moan.

`` That 's properly, '' the chef said, looking into Michaels optic, `` release all of your attention. submit yourself to me. ``

Audrey released Michael 's member, inspecting it. `` Look at that ! '' she exclaimed. `` It 's just pulsating. And dripping. ``

`` The head is salient, '' her mother sighed, leaning in close for a look. `` It 's almost a shame to cook it ! ``

`` Perhaps your girl will give you a bite later on, '' smiled the herdstress, `` and you can let me have a go at it. ``

`` I want to finger it, '' Audrey said. Angling the member up with one hand, the digit of her other gently began examining the head. She explored the glans, her slenderize fingers gliding over it slowly. She traced around and under the molding, eventually running a digit to the urethra. There, she made little Mexican valium in his juice, watching the man squirm.

Michael glanced down his glistening body, wondering what she was doing that made him ache to give in. Her fingers felt amazing on his sensitive head, the sensation nearly driving him wild. He could watch for only a moment as the gorgeous girl touched him. He lay his head back quickly, trying to erase the image he just saw.

Satisfied, Audrey returned to stroking as before : tenacious, ho-hum, torturous pumps that made his penis absolutely pouch and yearn for relief.

The herdstress was impressed at how long this crap was lasting. Audrey was doing a superb job ; she had a natural technique. He had to be aching to orgasm, the pre-ejaculate now running down the head teacher and dripping onto his tummy. She wondered how much More fight was in him.

`` Why wo n't you give in ? '' whispered the chef. `` It 's going to feel so serious. ``

`` I 'm ... I 'm afraid, '' he barely mouthed, fighting back with all his might the matter he wanted most.

`` I know, '' she whispered, her fingers soothingly caressing his head and impertinence. `` But I 'm here for you. Nurse Lilly is here for you. ``

Michael did n't resist when the chef turned his head toward Lilly. She had turned back around, watching with watery eyes the man being violated. Involuntarily, his eyes roamed down to her bare feet. They were little, creamy ovalbumin, with bluing painted, petite toes. He quickly looked away as a wafture of pleasure was building.

`` Oh god. Oh god ! '' he moaned, fighting like hell on earth to recall of something besides loss. The thermometer inside added to his suffering, filling him with new wiz. With every unvoluntary squeeze of his pc muscularity, it pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy.

`` You 're a big secure Bull, '' the chef said, her face so close to his. `` And you 're going to be so, so yummy. All you need to do is put out your seed, and I 'm going to take care of all the rest. ``

`` No ! I do n't ... I— '' he stuttered in fear.

`` The sooner you give in, honey, '' the chef comforted, `` the sooner this will all be over. ``

`` Wow, '' Audrey giggled, `` look at him trembling. ``

`` Will ... Will it, '' panted Michael, gazing in the chef 's reasonably Brown University eyes. `` Will it hurt ? ``

`` It wo n't pain, '' she answered softly. `` It 's a low heat at first. You 'll simply drift off to sleep. ``

Michael glanced between his legs at Audrey and the herdstress, imploring them with his center to end. He looked to the young woman 's mother for mercy, but her attention was fullly on observing her daughter. He turned again to Lilly, his face desperate for assistance. She looked back with tears on her impudence, her hand covering her oral cavity at his plight.

`` It 's time, '' the chef said quietly into his ear. `` You know it 's time. ``

His bound torso was quivering and straining, his genitals approaching the point of no tax return. `` No, no. Oh god, '' he groaned.

`` Shhhh, it 's sanction, '' she comforted, her oculus tumid and sympathetic.

`` I do n't ... I do n't wan na cum, '' he pleaded, knowing he was losing the battle.

`` Yes, you do, '' she smiled. `` All papal bull want to cum. ``

`` Please, '' he begged. `` do n't let them ... Do n't let them just ... milk me like this. ``

His loins had finally reached their limit of pleasance. In all of her experience, the herdstress had never seen a penis so engorged, or a head so swollen. It became her new model for how a bull 's genital organ should expect before climax.

The chef caressed his face, enjoying how a good deal the man was fighting. The longer he resisted, the larger the orgasm ; the with child the sexual climax, the more succulent his meat.

`` Oh. Oh ! No, '' the man moaned.

`` Here we go, '' the herdstess said. `` Do you see the muscle contraction beginning in the pubococcygeus muscular tissue, just above the thermometer ? That 's a signaling of close at hand orgasm. ``

`` P-please, '' he pled, looking the chef in her eyes, `` do n't do it. Please do n't cook me. ``

`` I 'm fairly certain, '' the chef smiled, `` that you 're going to be a prize winning crap. ``

`` N-no. Oh ! nooky ! '' breathed the man, his orgasm teetering. `` Please, a time out. I just ... n-need a break ! ``

`` You 're going to make Audrey so happy, '' the chef said. `` Now, let 's give her birthday present tense to her. ``

`` Oh ! Please, no ! '' Michael lifted his head, looking from woman to fair sex. `` Do n't do this. I 'm ... I 'm begging you. D-do n't, do n't hit me cum. I—Oh god ! ``

The chef took his point, guiding it back on the table. `` Look at me, my meaty bull's eye, '' she whispered.

`` P-please, Lilly, '' he moaned. `` I-I ... ''

`` Just relax, '' the chef comforted. `` Deep breaths. take care at me. Here it comes. relish your last coming. ``

He calmed his ventilation, looking the cleaning lady in her brown eyes. The point of no regaining occurred while he stared at her pretty facial expression, feeling her hands on his headland. `` Oh god ! I-I do n't wan na be eaten ! '' he wailed, as he peaked in ecstasy for what seemed an eternity.

All optic were on his penis : bulging, thick, glistening, throbbing. In dull, slow up strokes, Audrey 's petty hand slid along the shot, hardly making contact. His anus clenched, gripped tightly around the thermometer. His insides were wracked in pleasure, having never felt anything alike. As her hand slid down, his swollen principal erupted with the first current of cum. `` OHHHH, GOD ! '' he cried, his toes curling.

`` hold going just like that, '' the herdstress told Audrey. `` Let his penis pump it all out. ``

It was a fantastic spectacle for the women watching. The trussed up bruiser, his oiled muscles shining, moaned is bliss as his thoroughgoing penis pumped out jet after jet of his succus. Audrey continued stroking, sending streams that landed as far as his chest. The exclamation of the audience filled the kitchen as he exploded. Only Lilly was silent.

`` OH ! OH ! GOD ! UH ! UH ! nookie ! '' Michael grunted with each spurt, feeling the warmth of the liquidness landing on him.

`` Give it one goodness squeeze up the shaft, '' The herdstress told Audrey, when Michael 's convulsions were finally drawing to an end.

`` Oh f-fuck ! '' he let out, the girl forcing the final stage of the semen from his penis.

`` I 'm so proud of you, Audrey, '' her female parent was saying, as Michael found himself suddenly being turned 180 grade by the chef.

`` waiting ! What are you doing ? No ! Please ! '' he cried, seeing the herdstress hand an object to the chef. `` Lilly, help me ! LILLY ! No. Do n't cook me ! Please, do n't cook me ! Do n't coo— ''

Standing at the headspring of the mesa, the chef stuffed a ball gag into the man 's screaming mouth. Lifting his head, she had it secured in a few sec while he struggled. She then opened the great door of the oven before coming to the understructure of his table.

`` MMM ! HHMMMM ! '' the man tried to scream. He saw the aspect of horror on Lilly 's face as she watched. The mother and daughter were excited, anxious for their repast to be underway. The herdstress stood proud and strong, satisfied with the proceedings. The chef proudly looked over Michael as she wheeled him to the verge of the oven.

His middle wide-cut with fear, Michael could only watch as the chef and herdstress each took a corner of the tray near his bottom. The passion from the oven was warm on his head. `` MMMM ! MPH ! HMM ! '' he tried to scream.

`` Goodnight, my beautiful bull's eye, '' said the chef. With a hefty push button from both women, the tray slid from the table into the oven. The chef walked over, and with one last spirit at the terrified man, closed the oven threshold. His screaming were silenced as it slammed shut.

Everything was red and ungodly hot ! All Michael heard were his own fret wow as he panicked, fighting like never before to get away the rope. He looked through the window to see the mother and daughter peering in, watching him ache. Beside them stepped the herdstress, bringing Lilly with her. Forced to await in, the nurse seemed horrified at the man 's predicament. All he could do was count at them watching him as he lost effectiveness. His struggles slowed, he screams died down, and soon he was still. The last view he had was of Audrey giving a little clack as she watched him begin the transformation into her dinner.

Epilogue

Nurse Lilly, after getting dressed, was taken to the herdstress'office for her second reprimand. Never had she been in fuss before Michael showed up. scratch one had been using his public figure during his exam. strike two was for not reporting his attempts of persuading her to avail him escape. Nurses where hard to come by, and quite worthful to The Stockyard. Therefore, indulgence was shown. The herdstress hoped both the superfluity of stripping and the witnessing of a cooking would set the woman straight. If not, heifers of the nanny 's physique were always at a premium.

Michael was cooked to ne plus ultra and enjoyed at a gilded party hosted by Audrey 's mother. The female child regaled her friends with the floor of how she chose, helped prep, and milked the most splendid Samson. Cooked to a beautiful gilded brown, he was served on a silver disk. Still tied as he was cooked, the ball gag had been replaced with an apple for ornament. Audrey ate his piece she had earlier discussed, finding them delicious. The other invitee had their pick of slash, the stern being the most popular.

The meat lasted Audrey and her female parent for many weeks after the party. Audrey 's Mother outdid herself, making a fantastic lather from the hands and feet. Many said it was the best stew they had ever tasted, and that there must give been something special about that Taurus. invitee were over for dinner frequently during those workweek, the remnant just as tasty as the dark of the party.

Michael stands now, mounted on an elegant pedestal in the subroutine library. Audrey decided to have his skeleton posed in the position in which she first saw him : legs close, head hanging low, hands covering his privates. Already, she is planning for her XX first birthday. An evacuate base stands ready side by side to Michael. The motion is : does she require another bull, or maybe a heifer this time ? Perhaps mother will get her both, if she 's a good girl.

The End .