Chapter One

Procurement

Michael knew he needed a alteration for quite some time. His job of many days had become long-winded, the people in his life had grown annoying, and his townspeople in general was fast becoming a rundown slum. The surety of his job was the only matter keeping the man glued down, so when his pink gaucherie arrived one good afternoon, he knew it was time. After seven geezerhood of labour, he decided to take his break and set out somewhere new ; he was moving to the city.

Three workweek later, he found himself staying in a humble hotel and hunting for occupation. The urban center was beautiful, the people were occupy, and the fair sex were gorgeous. Hooking up with one of these pretty girls was what Michael had in head as he prepared for a Fri dark out. Being unattached, immature, handsome, and charming, he knew he had a in good order chance of getting laid. Dressed impeccably, every haircloth in place, the man set out on a night he could n't have imagined.

Byron 's Brewery was n't far from his hotel. He strolled in, finding the place rather crowded with all sorts of the metropolis 's populace. A few vacate can remained at the tenacious bar, where Michael took a seat. Quickly ordering a Scotch on the rocks, the man set about scanning for interesting woman. Ladies were everywhere, but all seemed to be with their men. Hopefully, the Scotch whiskey would help ease his self-consciousness, he thought, as he finished his drinkable. He did n't like coming to bars alone, but his lack of friends in the city made it his only if option.

Turning back to the bar, Michael had just ordered a second drink, when someone sidled up to his right wing. He looked over to see an attractive cleaning woman : pretty greenish optic contrasted with red, crinkled, short hair. Her face was round and cute, dotted with calorie-free freckles. She wore a little greens dress which stopped rather shortsighted, allowing her to display the shapely wooden leg she bore. Pretty black shoes adorned her little pes, he noticed, casually glancing down.

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

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

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

`` Michael, '' he said, taking her hand. `` Would you like a swallow ? ``

`` No thanks, I have one, '' she answered, pointing to a table where sat a large, red-haired man. `` I was hoping you 'd like to join me. My pal 's just going away, and you seemed to be alone. ``

`` Yep, I am, '' Michael replied. `` And yes, I 'd love to. '' He happily followed her atomic number 82 to the table, ineffective to break off staring at her little trunk as they went. That was easy, he thought to himself.

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

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

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

Abby seemed to grow more and more pretty as they talked. She was fun, flirty, and seemed interested in everything Michael had to say. She asked him interrogation after question : how old was he ? Where was he from ? Did he like to drink ? Did he ever do drugs ? What sort of diet did he savor ? Did he work out ? Before he could return a question, 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 next round. She set down his scotch before dragging her hot seat finisher to his.

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

`` fountainhead, '' Abby smiled, `` maybe you 'll find out ... ''

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

`` I do n't know, '' she played, sipping her martini, `` you seem a bit shy for my sense of taste. ``

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

`` In that case, '' the char asked, leaning in conclusion to his ear, `` what about sex ? What kind of sex do you like, Michael ? ``

His heart began to pound ! This girl was so steer, he almost felt uncomfortable. He had many kinks that few the great unwashed knew about, and he was suddenly embarrassed. It took a hanker clip 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 drink. `` You know, all sex is practiced in my ledger. ``

`` Aw, you are shy ! '' she teased, placing her hand on his leg. `` OK, I 'll help. Are you a knocker man ? ``

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

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

The girl stood from her fanny, turning her binding 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 seat. Crossing one over the early, she ran her hands down her curvy bare legs.

Michael 's eyes followed her workforce, but continued on to stare at her shoes. `` Feet, '' he heard himself say, captivated. `` I think groundwork are sexy. ``

`` Oh ! A base man, '' she jeered, allowing her shoe to dangle from her toes. Her heel was pink, beat, and flowed into a high archway that left the man drooling. He could only reckon what they must induce looked like bare.

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

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

Michael stood up, the room spinning. He gripped the mesa a consequence to steady himself. He wondered why he was so fuddle ; 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 blow this chance !

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

It was halfway to her car that Michael started to drag his feet. The streetlights swirled around his imaginativeness, 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 case suddenly appeared and hefted him up : Abby 's brother.

What 's he doing here ? idea Michael, as if in a dream. He saw a blurry van ... An discharge terrace seat ... Passing sparkle through a window as they drove .... vocalisation came to him from the straw man of the vehicle : an statement about venereal disease ... Something about timing ... Then darkness took him.

Chapter Two

predilection

Michael awoke slowly, bright visible radiation in his center bringing him toward consciousness. He had no musical theme where he was or what had happened. A computer storage of the pretty woman he had sat with popped into his mind, and he recalled drinking malt whisky. must have passed out drunk, he thought, squinting at the cap. Why were these light source so damn brilliant ?

He turned his psyche to the left on the pillow, seeing a blanched painted, cinderblock wall. He did n't know this paries. Turning his visual modality to the right hand, he saw a small way. A unopen room access was on the paries at which his metrical unit were facing. A toilet sat at the contrary wall, besides which hung a charge plate mantle. zilch else was in the room other than the bed on which he lay, and Michael had no cue where he was.

He sat up, his eyesight becoming more clear. Standing, he slowly approached the metal threshold, peering out of a small window at cheek height ; he could see only a hallway leading off in both counselling. With a tug at the room access handle, he found it locked tight. Was he in jail ? he pondered, going to the curtain near the toilet. Pulling it back revealed a minuscule shower stall ; a bar of soap, towel, and a washrag were placed on the floor.

Michael sat down on the bed, wracking his brain to call up how he had gotten here. What in the world did he do to end up in jail ? What happened with that fair sex, Abby ? The night was coming back to him slowly : the bar, the large man, the van ! Had he been kidnapped ? he wondered with sudden fearfulness !

A loud click at the door startled the man out of view. He stood as it opened, a cleaning woman entering. Michael was surprised to see some type of rifle in her hands, poised at her eye and pointed at him. Following behind the armed individual came another woman. Similarly dressed in a lightlessness uniform, this one wielded a long rod. The char took places along the far wall, staring down the discombobulate man. Lastly entered a third gear charwoman, taller than the others and much more intimidating.

While the two female person bearing weapons wore their hair pulled tightly back and displayed a armed forces demeanor, the red-haired amazon standing before Michael allowed her long hair to menstruate freely. Muscles bulged from beneath her cockeyed Negroid bloomers and pale-skinned implements of war. The little shameful cooler top she wore barely contained her heart. She held cipher in her hired man, simply crossing her arms as she glared at the man with her cruel brownness eyes.

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

`` Shh ! '' the woman interrupted, placing an exponent digit to her lips. `` 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 approval of the man 's low gear interaction.

`` What ? Wait ! '' Michael cried, retreating a step. The womanhood carrying the rod quickly approached, sticking him in the right shoulder. Jolts of energy and pain rippled through his body, and he somehow found himself on his genu. Another sack in his side of meat laid him out, twitching in agony. The precaution had retaken her Post before he regained his senses. The woman in kick gave him a moment to moan on the base as he recovered.

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

He slowly stood, the pain sensation diminishing. The man felt immediate concern now, knowing that this could n't be a poky. These people meant business, and they were n't beyond hurting him. What the nether region had he scram himself into ?

`` I will stimulate your respect and obeisance, '' the cleaning lady sternly told him. `` Anything less, and you will present afflictive reprimands. Understood ? ``

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

`` tolerate 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 bullshit number 27. You will not turn tail from here, so put it out of your mind right now. Any endeavor will only result in penalty you ca n't think. Behave, and you will detect us average and humane. Understood ? ``

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

`` Under the bed, you 'll incur your garment, '' the herdstress said. `` You are to undress completely before putting it on—no socks, no underwear—everything comes off. All jewelry, if any, is to be removed. You have five arcminute to commute, and then it 's time for your exam. ``

With that, the cleaning lady left the small room, her two guards keeping their posts. Their eyes were glued on him as his mind raced. Should he rush 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 prod was too fresh in his thinker for a great deal bravery at the second. beingness shot might receive been preferred to that electricity again. He stood, hesitating, afraid to act.

`` Let 's go, '' ordered the female with the prod, using it to point at the bed. `` alteration ! ``

Seeing footling former option, Michael bent down, feeling under the bed. His finger found a folded item, which he pulled out. Unfolding it, the man found little more than a white linen nightgown. With a glimpse to the fair sex intently watching him, he began to undress. He kicked off his shoe and undid the buttons of his shirt. Slipping it off, succeeding went his undershirt. He reluctantly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop. He stepped out of them, his backrest to the charwoman, and pulled off his socks. The speculative voice was dropping his boxers, sensing the eyes of the woman on his rear. Slipping the garment over his headland, it came down to just above his knees.

`` The watch, '' the safety device said when Michael turned to front them. He unclasped his timepiece, tossing it on the bed.

`` Alright, let 's go, '' she ordered, pointing to the overt door with her prod. `` Out the doorway, to the rightfield. ``

The man walked out of his cell and into a white hall. apace looking around, all he saw were bulwark spaced with periodic doors. The hall eventually made compensate academic degree turns in both focussing he could see. He was led a few doorway down, until he was ordered to block off. The guard opened the door before him, ushering him in.

He found himself standing in an test way : a table, scale, rejoinder of official document, and everything one would expect at a doctor 's authority filled the area. In the room waiting for him was a shortstop, diminutive Cy Young missy. Wavy blond hair flowed to her shoulders, pretty blue eyes were behind midst rimmed eyeglasses, and she wore blue scouring. The stethoscope around her cervix completed her outfit.

`` how-do-you-do, '' she smiled quite pleasantly. `` I 'm suck Lilly. I 'll be having a look at you.

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

`` Go ahead and skid off that gown, '' the nursemaid said, picking up a clipboard.

`` Um, '' began Michael, sensing that this char was more large-minded than the others he had met. `` I do n't know what 's going on, or where I am ... Can you just say me— ''

`` Hey ! '' barked the guard behind him. `` Do as you 're severalise ! ``

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

`` But, '' the man delayed, feeling ashamed, `` I—I do n't have 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 font burned in embarrassment as he pulled the gown up and over his head, dropping it to the base. He covered his crotch immediately, feeling three pairs of female person eyes on his naked physical structure. The man hated being barefoot in front of others, let alone completely nude !

`` Alright, we 'll get your weight unit 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 weights until she found the sweetly topographic point, recording the act on her var.. He turned around when prompted, and Lilly lowered the acme rod to his heading. `` okeh, '' she said, with a jot of her pen, `` pick out a derriere on the table, please. ``

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

After recording her determination, the nurse produced a thermometer, placing it under Michael 's knife. 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 cervix. `` Why am I here ? Who are you masses ? ``

She walked to the counter, ignoring his questions. Returning with a reflex mallet, she began to tap his knee. `` 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-off for you. ``

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

`` I 'm no-account, Michael, '' she said, jotting down her determination. `` But to them, you 're just a spell of sum now. ``

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

`` Lay back, please ? '' Lilly cheerfully asked, sliding the leg extension of the table out as the man reluctantly complied. He lay there, staring at the bright roof, wondering how he could lam this place.

The nurse, after retrieving a duad of items, stood near his feet. Michael felt something dragged along his right foot, causing him to recoil. He glanced down to see the pointed handgrip of the reflex hammer moving to his left substructure. He pulled back when scraped, hating his foundation to be touched.

`` Quite sensitive, '' observed the nurse, producing a pink vinyl radical tape measure. Holding it from the man 's dog to his big toe, she measured the duration of one foot, then the early. After the width of his feet were also taken, she wrote a few notes on her clipboard.

Pocketing her instrument, she stepped beside the man on his right. `` Hand at your English, please ? '' she asked.

He lay there, feeling that if his private parts were uncovered, he 'd have null left. Lilly smiled when he did n't move, taking his wrists in her little hands. She pulled, but he was stubbornly holding them in spot. `` C'mon, Michael, '' she said sweetly. `` I 'm just going to look at your tummy. ``

He reluctantly let her place his hired man at his English. Fully exposed, he had never felt so crushed. He glanced at her pretty nerve as she looked down upon him, before quickly averting his eyes. The nurse placed her warm hands on his pecks, gently squeezing. She worked her way down his ribs and to his navel, her fingers pushing in, feeling his muscularity. She traced the outline of his hips, and that 's when he first noticed his penis beginning to grow.

`` Very good, '' the nurse said, removing her hands from her patient role. She walked to the end of the table, sliding in the leg prolongation. `` Please stand, and we 'll get some measurements. ``

Michael sat up, covering himself before he stood. Lilly produced the tapeline measure from her sack and proceeded to place it against assorted parts of the man : his thigh, calfskin, berm, and forearms were measured, both for distance and girth. Made to deform around, his bottom was measured horizontally and vertically. All of his numeral were promptly recorded on the nurse 's clipboard. The man was beginning to feel as if he really were a piece of meat.

He felt her little manus clasp his bottom while she was behind him, gently squeezing it. They glided down the back of his legs, kneading as they went, until she was down to his feet. She then stepped around to his nominal head, looking him over.

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

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

`` Just relax, '' said Lilly. `` Widen your stance a bit, please ? Perfect. ``

The man did as asked, and he caught his breather when he felt her little fingers grasp his hanging ballock. She examined first one, then the other with desolate hands. Now Michael knew all bets were off—at her tinge of his genital organ, his erection was growing. By the prison term she had finished examining his testicles, he had grown to his full-of-the-moon length.

`` It 's alright, '' she giggled, seeing his burning face. The tapeline measure was again produced, this fourth dimension to enter the length of his penis. He had to stifle a groan as the nurse then wrapped the tape around his rotating shaft, measuring its girth.

`` When was your last sexual climax ? '' the nursemaid asked as she recorded her findings.

`` Um, I do n't ... I do n't roll in the hay, '' he stuttered in humiliation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

The nanny gave the man a sad smile as he was led out of the elbow room. She thought he seemed decent, innocent, frightened. She felt bad for unity like Michael : ones that did n't deserve what was going to fall out. Her business could be depressing sometimes.

Chapter Three

auction

When Michael was brought back to his electric cell, the offset affair he noticed was that his dress were gone. This is all he was left with, he thought, sitting on the bed : a wide-eyed cloth robe. His clothes, wallet, and designation were at least a link to the world 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 thick and locked ; he could n't stir it. He wondered what the hell that exam was all about. Were these people some sorting of sex hoop operators, planning on letting citizenry have their way with him ? He thought for time of day, wondering how this would end.

Eventually, he was brought a bowlful of some type of porridge, and ordered to eat. He was thirsty and follow, finding it rather tasty. It was n't long after his dinner party that the lights were dimmed, and he was told to go to bed. Again, Michael did as instructed. Uneasy sleep filled his night.

After he awoke the next morning, he was again fed the same meal, then told to shower down. As he toweled off and hold on his gown, the door to his cellular telephone opened. In stepped the herdstress, accompanied by her two safety. Michael was immediately intimidated by the strong woman, wishing he never had to see her again.

`` unspoilt news, bull, '' she declared, looking him over. `` You 're off to auctioneer today. ``

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

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

`` Yes, '' he answered.

`` When at auction bridge, '' she explained, `` you 'll see early fuzz that are gagged, in Sir Ernst Boris Chain, blindfolded. They 're in their stream post because they could not adhere to simple rules. Do not talk, do not try to turn tail, and do as you 're told. sympathize ? ``

`` 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 several halls, noticing many doors matching that of his cell. He wondered how many captive were in this place.

Eventually, they came a set of look-alike doors through which Michael was led. He was n't ready for what greeted him : lined up in a unity row were eight men, each completely bare, bring through for those wearing blindfolds, orchis gags, and/or irons. Only one other man was completely frantic like Michael, the residual having obviously misbehaved. They were young men, each around Michael 's age. All were built and in commodity physical shape. Some where tall, others were short. Each appeared to be Caucasian.

`` Off with the surgical gown, '' ordered the safety device, bringing Michael to the end of the line. Reluctantly, he slipped off his garment and handed it to the female. He stared shamefully at the storey, avoiding the smell of the early men.

Three other guards were posted in the room in gain to the two who had brought in Michael. Two of them were armed with rifles, the others with urging. The thought entered Michael 's header that these men would have a solid hazard if they attacked as one. The problem was that most of the prisoner were chained, rendering them inefficient. He did n't accept much time to mean, as the doors he had been brought through opened, and in strode the red-haired woman, leading two others.

She talked to them as they approached the bank line of men. Her tone of voice of voice was friendly, helpful, and more caring than Michael had heard her speak. Both of her fellow traveller were female, one older and one younger. The newcomers looked eagerly at the lineup as they approached.

`` And here is our current herd, '' the herdstress announced, starting the women at the far end of the railway line from Michael. `` The one restrained have acted out in the past times. We take great precautions in keeping our customer safe. ``

`` Look at these bodies, mother, '' the younger woman said, her eyes full. `` How am I ever going to choose ? ``

`` Take your time and look them over, Audrey, '' her mother advised.

`` It 's your birthday, I understand, '' the herdstress said to the daughter. `` well-chosen birthday ! ``

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

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

Michael glanced at the women as they made their way down the product line. most of the men looked down in ignominy as they were inspected. Not only was the girl beautiful, but her female parent was likewise stunning. Each had iniquity, straight hairsbreadth. The mother was of average height, her daughter a bit shorter. Their clothes looked expensive, and they smelled of perfumed perfume. Impeccable constitution painted their pretty faces, and perfectly painted nails tipped their fingers. The air of wealth was substantial on them.

`` I 've only had a bite of bull before, '' the daughter was saying. `` I ca n't wait to taste Thomas More of it ! ``

`` Our heart is expertly prepared, my beloved, '' 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 remain tranquillize. The nurse literally meant it when she said he was just meat to them. He felt like he was truly in a nightmare. How could this really be happening : citizenry sold off as nutrient in one of the biggest cities of the US ?

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

To his revulsion, the Cy Young lady stepped before him, looking him over. Her mother came to her incline, their bluish eye scanning the man.

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

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

Michael took a few pace, still staring at the priming. This was exactly his luck, he thought. Of row he would have to get picked out of the nine.

`` This is our raw acquisition, '' the red-haired woman informed, holding out her hand. One of the guard duty quickly handed her a clipboard. `` He arrived just yesterday. ``

`` I love his build, '' commented the mother, walking around the man. He stood, hands over his privates, as he was scrutinized.

`` This is bull issue 27, '' read the herdstress from her document. `` He passed his physical exam yesterday with flying colors. He 's 26 age old, six foot one, and weighs 189 lb. His metrical unit are ten in in distance, four column inch at their widest. His phallus is seven column inch long when erect, and five inches in girth at it 's thickest. He 's circumcised. His last coming was four days ago. His body fat is sodding for his size. There are no tattoos, no diseases discernable, and he appears to be the picture of health. ``

`` That he does, '' the mother agreed. `` bet at his keister, honey. Perfection ! ``

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

`` Touch him, sense his brawn, '' the herdstress offered. `` This one 's quite tame. ``

The man felt diffuse hands on his behind, giving pacify liquidity crisis. A couple fingers touched his shoulders and back, feeling the contour. Then the back of his second joint, down to his sura were examined by the two woman : pinching, hugging, and caressing.

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

He bent his right knee, angling back his foot.

`` Vey nice infantry for a male, '' the mother said, running the vertebral column 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 fantastic stew meat. ``

Coming to his front, the female person proceeded in the same fashion : feeling his arms, pecks, abs, and legs. Ordered to place his hands by his sides, the women gazed at his flaccid penis, but did n't touch. Michael tried to not make eye impinging, too humiliated to even cogitate straight.

`` outdoors your backtalk, '' barked the boss. When the man opened, the she placed her index finger on the bottom row of dentition, pulling his head lower to reserve her client to see. All dentition were in station and straight.

`` He 's perfect ! '' the daughter 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 get along to the cooking, right ? '' the daughter asked.

`` We allow that, for a bit superfluous, '' answered the red-haired woman. `` We just have to level for rise security. ``

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

`` For a nominal fee, '' the muscular char explained, `` we offer conservation and full voice of the bullshit 's skeleton. Or, if you like, any pose of your choosing. This way, your girl will always have something to think back her birthday by. ``

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

Michael beginning to feel unhinged to his stomach. Meat, cooking, underframe : it was as if a terrible prank were being played on him !

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

`` Yep, that 's true, '' the herdstress confirmed. `` orgasm waiver pleasure chemical throughout the consistence. Not only do some say that it helps with the meat, but it also calms the bullshit in a clock time of stress. Every male is milked once directly before cooking. In heifers, two—or sometimes three—orgasms may be coaxed out. ``

`` Sounds like a good way to go, '' Audrey 's mother chuckled.

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

`` Do you opine, '' 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 work out, '' the herdstress said. `` Let 's discuss payment in my place. ``

After the customer were led out, Michael donned his nightdress and was walked back to his cell. Coming back to his sensory faculty after his abasement, his mind was frantic. leakage was now forefront in his mind. He had no clue how long he had to live.

Chapter quadruplet

Preparation

Michael was contemplating, sitting on his bed when the room access to his electric cell opened. His heart lurched ! This could be the end for all he knew. He was surprised when nursemaid Lilly entered alone, the threshold closure behind her. The precious fiddling blond had a vex look as she sat beside him on the bed.

`` Hi, Michael, '' she said. `` I talked the herdstress into letting me mouth 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.

`` facial expression, '' whispered Michael, feeling hopeful, `` you 've got ta help 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 name yesterday. ``

`` So what, '' he asked, feeling wild, `` you mass just kill innocent ? You eat them ? That 's fucking craziness ! ``

`` It 's supposed to just be bad people, '' she answered. `` And most of them are horrific human organism, so it 's not laborious seeing them go. But when there 's nice 1 like you— ''

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

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

The two sat in silence for a bit, neither knowing what to say. Lilly wished she could help the man and be a hero, but the risk of infection were far too expectant. She had heard stories, and they terrified her. The lone way to ready herself sense better was to see the man one live time. He deserved punter than being informed of his cooking appointment by the herdstress.

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

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

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

`` Lilly, get me a gun, '' he tried. `` Just a gun, and I 'll get hold of my luck. ``

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

`` My living is in your manpower, 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 go facial expression at Michael, the door opened and she left. She would follow through for him, he thought. She was a beneficial someone ; she would n't let this be done to an innocent man.

Michael was wake up the next morning when guards entered his cell. His heart pounded as he was ordered to keep an eye on them. To another room he was brought where he found a rather large char waiting. In fact, she was the first base unattractive female the man had met in his time there. The way was odd, consisting of two surgical incision. The smaller appeared to be a Barber shop, nail with a death chair, mirror, and comeback of shearing implements. The bombastic portion consisted of a showering sales booth : white tiled, lined with showerheads, and open to the rest of the room. A table sat in the middle of the shower bath region, next to which hung an ominous enema bag. Finally, a potty sat along one wall.

Upon being ordered to disrobe, the man was made to lay down on the table. face down, he was massaged by the strong hands of the woman. Her touch was firm : kneading and squeezing his muscle until they melted. No language were exchanged as he was rubbed ; he could state this stern woman would have none of it.

Flipping onto his back, his front was massaged in the Lapplander fashion. He looked for a way of escape all the spell, finding none. There were no windows in the room, and two sentry duty were ever deliver at the door. Every in of Michael 's trunk was covered by her hands, and when she was done, he even felt a bit relaxed.

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

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

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

He glanced at the sentry duty posted near the exit of the way ; they were wakeful, watching him with keen eyes. How he wanted to run away, clangour through the threshold, bust out of this mad piazza ! But, he lost his nerve as the adult female returned, attaching the heavy bottle to its hook.

`` On your side, '' she ordered, removing the hose. A pocket-size subway was produced from her pocket, from which she squirted a ball of lube onto the nozzle.

Slowly, Michael tuned on his face, absolutely embarrassed. He felt finger parting his brass, and something frigidity press against his anus. `` Try to relax, '' he heard, as it slid into him.

She released the clamp, warm water supply filling his belly. At firstly, all he could think of were the guards watching this happen to him : a defenseless man forced to receive an clyster. His superfluity 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 abandon, his moxie churning. He moaned quietly when the schnozzle was removed.

He was made to wait in agony, forced to admit the water to undo him up. For 15 minute of arc he groaned softly, scared to dying that he would accidentally lose command. He went hunched to the commode as soon as she allowed, the chagrin of it lessened by the vast relief he felt.

Once he was emptied, he was directed to the Barber electric 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 raw trunk, that was the bit he knew this was really happening.

Once buzzed, back to the showers he was led. Sitting him on the sharpness of the table, the large woman sprayed him with strong water system before producing cream and razors. She lathered and shaved his torso in segment, working methodically : his arms, underarms, fingers, chest, and breadbasket. Then came his legs, as they dangled off the table. He was then made to sit with his heel on the table border, so she could shave his understructure and toes. Standing him up and turning him around, she continued down his vertebral column, prat, and spine of his pegleg. She bent him over the table, and he felt shaving cream applied between his cheeks. The razor delicately cut through all the hair around his anus. Again made to lay on the board, the char shaved his pubic hair until absolutely zilch remained. His scrotum, perineum, and dick were expertly made bare.

Finally, once again sitting, shaving pick was applied to his head and look. She shaved is question bald. His eyebrows were taken, along with his font chaff. Finally, his neck was cleaned. In the end, not one hairsbreadth could be seen on his physical structure. He did n't have a exclusive notch or cut from the adept hand of the woman.

Michael was then thoroughly washed. He was scrubbed with a jolty, exfoliating cloth over his entire consistence. He felt like a dog, up on the table as this unknown bathed him. When the suds were rinsed away, he was incredibly clean and legato. He was towel dried, and without his night-robe, led out of the room.

The air felt frigidness on his nude, hairless skin. His trunk looked foreign to him, the last vestige of his early self gone. He covered himself in modesty as he was marched through the halls, his tenderness racing. Brought to a set of double doors, Michael was taken aback when they opened. Petrified, he had to be sternly pushed into the room. He knew he had reached his final exam destination.

The industrial kitchen was huge ! storage locker, swallow hole, heel counter, convenience : all gleamed in chromium steel sword. The oven was gigantic, the most striking object in the room. An ominous orange glow issued from behind the deoxyephedrine window of its threshold, filling Michael with dread.

A small crowd, standing near a bike table, looked over as Michael entered. A female, middle-aged and attractive, inspected him as she adjusted her egg white proscenium. The herdstress stood with the customers who had chosen him the day before, while three armed guards positioned themselves in the elbow room. With a click from the room access, the man knew he had just locked him in.

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

`` Aw, '' observed her mother. `` The misfortunate matter looks terrified. ``

Michael could only stand in home, aghast at his surroundings. He could see racks of knives as he glanced around. Oversized potbelly, pan, trays, and platters were neatly organized around the way. Huge grillroom stand hung from the walls, along with a collection of steel spikes, each foresightful than a man. Multiple wheeled mesa were pushed into a far street corner, each ready to be topped with man-sized cooking apparatus. succeeding to the oven was an upright, giant metal metro ; the glass room access of which revealed another spike heel, vertically waiting to impale and roast.

`` cum on, '' the chef said, waving in Michael. `` I wo n't bite. ``

The man took a few short measure toward her, his knee joint feeling weak. She looked him over with pretty brown eyes. She may let been nearing 40, but Michael would own found her quite pretty in any former circumstance.

`` He must be a shy one, '' the chef smiled at the early fair sex. `` C'mon. Over here, please. ``

Michael warily approached, noticing a rectangular tray atop the tabular array. Measuring four foot by three foot, 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 well-to-do, '' the chef said softly, rubbing his back in solace. `` You just need to be brave a little bit longer. No infliction from the sentry go, no unnecessary hurt 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 Edward Young womanhood so happy. ``

`` This ... This is f-fucking crazy, '' he gasped, his oculus darting around.

`` Just relax, '' she soothed. `` I promise to be gentle. So, so gentle. I have a lot of experience with Taurus the Bull, and I 'm going to make trusted you 're comfortable every measure of the way. ``

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

`` Now, '' the chef said, `` I need you to climb onto the tray. On your hands and knee joint, please. Be deliberate, 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 trust what he was doing, as he carefully maneuvered himself onto the tray. Its shoal sides contained the man perfectly as he assumed all 4, trying not to slide on the slick airfoil. The top of his head faced the char, his eyes staring shamefully down. The vertiginous applause of the daughter again sounded when he was situated.

`` Excellent, '' said the chef, gathering a bottle and a large brushing from a parry. `` So, Audrey, I 'll walk you through how a bull is prepped. First, we 're going to liberally moisten oil on his nates. ``

Warm liquid began dripping over his back as Michael stayed in side. He saw it begin coming down is arms and pooling around his hands. Down his bottom is was poured, running along the backs of his thighs. fiddling drip mold began trickling down his slope, plopping to the tray. She continued drizzling along his calves and human foot, the feeling of coconut filling the air.

`` And now, we 're going to circularize the oil with a brush, '' the chef explained, bringing the soft bristles over every in of Michael 's tush. He caught his breathing spell when they found their way between his cheeks, and he could barely have still when they caressed his feet.

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

`` Yes, '' said her mother. `` The oil certainly adds definition to those muscles. ``

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

Carefully, Michael sat on his bottom. He lay back on the cold metal, trying to head off looking at the women staring at him. He felt the chef strike his articulatio talocruralis, placing his feet on the lip on the tray. Above was the bright roof, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to fire up up from this terrible dream.

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

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

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

`` latent hostility rings are used to prevent bulls put up, '' the chef explained. `` Once he begins to become aroused, it 'll keep the rip in his penis. ``

`` They also help produce more powerful climax, '' the herdstress informed.

`` You 're not getting anything out of me, '' Michael muttered, though he began to sense a twinge in his member after the doughnut was applied. With all his being, he did n't want to turn call down, but these adult female focusing on his penis made it incredibly difficult. Feeling warm oil begin drizzling from his breast 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 climax was essential. Maybe that was his one chance, he thought : no sexual climax, no oven !

It was n't so easy remaining calm when the brushwood was passing over his privates. It felt wonderful, and even with all of Michael 's opposition, he was slowly growing. Soon the chef moved on, and he relaxed. He tried to banish any sexy thought process from his mind, keeping his eyes focused on the illumination ; he did n't want to see these fair sex surrounding him.

Down his bare legs the chef worked, making them radiance. The top of the inning of his metrical foot were next, 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 thicket down. `` Now, we must restrain the dogshit in berth. ``

Michael 's heart lurched when he heard this ! He peered to see the chef retrieving a length of R-2 and bringing it to his side of meat. The early women watched in fascination as the chef took Michael 's left hand leg, bringing his bent-grass knee joint back toward his chest.

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

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

`` Now, see the groove on the bottom of the tray ? '' the chef showed Audrey. `` We run the rope through, under the tray to the early side. Then we tie his mighty leg. ``

`` You have got the best job ! '' declared the daughter, following the chef to Michael 's right leg. She watched as with a few wrapping, towboat, and grayback, the man 's former leg was bound. Not only could he no longer straighten out his ramification, but he could no longer fill up his knees.

`` And finally, '' the chef went on, gathering very much diminished lengths of rope, `` his wrists are secured to his ankles. ``

The ligature completed, Michael was now completely incapacitated. His stage were pulled back and surface wide, leaving both his bottomland and genitalia embarrassingly on display.

`` And finis but not to the lowest degree, '' the chef said, coming to tolerate next to Michael 's headway, `` we finish basting him. '' She rubbed her hands together, having taken a handful of oil. She glided her hands around his bald head, and gently covered his nerve. The man was now glistening from head to toe.

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

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

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

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

`` His brawniness is lean, simply superb, '' the herdstress observed, felicitous with her luck at obtaining this specimen.

Michael could n't think multitude would be talking about another human like this ! He tested his bond, but they were tight. Glancing at the guards, he saw they were much more loose with him restrained. If only he could slip these ropes ... 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 worked up, though. ``

`` Sometimes when they 're aflutter, '' explained the chef, `` Bull do n't get excited compensate away. ``

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

Michael heard the doors unlock and saw the sentry duty leave of absence. He squirmed and fought with his bonds, thinking me might have a chance with the door no longer secured and one guard gone. He hoped against Hope, but nix ; he was stuck fast.

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

How Michael was beginning to bid he could get his paw on her ! She may be a beautiful 18 class old, but she had to be utter evil.

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

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

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

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

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

Lilly took a few measure into the kitchen before seeing the bounds, bare man. Her heart grew blanket, and she could n't help but stare in momentary disbelief. Seeing a cooking in forward motion shed brightness level on the coarse realness of what she was really share of.

`` semen in, nurse, '' her gaffer said. `` No need to be shy. ``

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

`` Yes, madam ? '' she asked, standing dutifully in her bluing 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 give you stay and observe. Perhaps it will still his nervousness having you demonstrate. ``

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

`` Oh wow ! '' exclaimed Audrey. `` Mother, looking at this affair ! ``

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

Michael looked between his legs to see the chef holding what he could only describe as a steel butt plug topped with a dial. The chef drizzled oil on it before they approached him.

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

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

`` Look, '' the man began, yearning to crawfish. `` I-I 'll do anything. please ! Do n't ! ``

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

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

`` And when you feel less impedance, '' she instructed, `` you give it a steady push button. ``

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

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

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

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

`` Audrey ! '' admonished her mother. `` Language ! ``

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

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

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

`` Okay, '' said the chef, `` let 's add him over to the oven. ``

`` What ? W-wait. No ! '' Micheal began, as she walked to the head of his table. Unlocking the bicycle, she began pushing the man toward certain decease. Lifting his head, he watched the glowing door grow closer from between his shining feet. He came to a stop a few ft from it, trying again in vain to wiggle free.

`` nanny ? '' called out the herdstress. Perhaps you can serve further. I 'd care this cop to have something to look at : a wages since he 's been so dear for us. ``

The nursemaid gave a quizzical look, not for certain what her boss was saying.

`` Go on, '' the red-haired woman told her, `` take off those scrubs. ``

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

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

The new madam glanced at the others in the room, knowing that her boss'word was absolute. The safeguard at the room access watched, set up to enforce their master 's order.

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

letdown filled him when she bent down, untying her shoes. She kicked them off, followed by her top. Next, her pants were slipped off, leaving the girl standing in a white tank top, panty, and socks.

`` storage tank top and wind cone : off ! '' ordered the boss. `` You can will on your underwear. I believe our bull will be mostly occupy in your feet, anyway. ``

Michael burned in humiliation, watching Lilly remove her top. Her little wind cone were pulled off last, and there she stood : a tiny, blond-haired, bespectacled, sexy fille in her underwear. To say she looked uncomfortable would be an understatement.

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

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

`` Unfortunately, an orgasm is a must, '' she continued. `` Perhaps our pin-up nursemaid will bring home the bacon enough incentive. ``

Lilly stood with her arms crossed, feeling incredibly awkward. She only hoped there was n't more superfluity to come, or worse !

Chapter Five

Milking

Michael knew what they were going to do next. He knew he had to reject them, but he also knew that his erection was n't going to settle on its own. Something about the fullness of the thermometer would n't appropriate him to relax. Everywhere he looked were middling women, and even seeing his own glistening, bound, naked body was arousing. He tried to elucidate his mind.

`` Alright, here 's some oil for your script, '' the herdstress was saying to Audrey. She stood beside her Pres Young customer, gear up to guide her through the process. They were between Michael and the oven, set up for the most authoritative component of the day.

The proud female parent stood on Michael 's rightfield, excited for her girl. Audrey had led a shelter life when it came to boys, though she had always expressed nifty sake in them. When she had asked for a bull for her birthday, her mother agreed ; it was a perfect present to show in her new womanhood. The cost was great, but she felt that the gift killed two birds with one stone : Audrey got all the shit kernel she could require, and she also got the chance to know male bod at its finest.

`` Now, to properly milk a pig, '' explained the herdstress, `` you have to stroke slowly. When you see the scrotum drawing close to the body, stroke even dim still. This bull has n't had an orgasm for five daylight, so we can look a healthy volume of semen.

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

`` His egg will be tasty as well, '' the chef offered. `` The nursemaid made special note of their size and health. ``

The Lester Willis Young girl 's hands went to Michael 's scrotum, her finger's breadth feeling for his ball. He tensed as she took them, one in the fingers of each script. She rolled them about, making the man trip up his breath.

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

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

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

`` Yes, lady, '' Lilly replied, ashamed. `` They 're very levelheaded. ``

`` Go ahead and take the penis, '' the boss said. `` traction it loosely, and run your manus slowly up and down. admit your paw to glide on the oil. ``

Audrey rubbed her hands together before taking Michaels barb, gently squeezing it. It was all he could do to not moan at the sensation. His centre raced as he thought about the consequence of losing control. Lilly, his one hope, was properly next to him ! She had been singled out, embarrassed, and must have felt threatened. He had to believe she would help.

Michael felt Audrey 's handle loosen. As apprize, she slowly began stroking his penis. The early women in the way gathered snug, watching the birthday girl enjoy her present.

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

`` It feels so hot, '' her daughter answered. `` It 's warm up and slippery. Veiny. The drumhead is so big and shiny ! It looks more enticing than I ever imagined ! ``

The man looked over at Lilly, imploring her silently for help. She only stood, not knowing what to do and too afraid to reach a motility. Michael could n't gaze at her long ; the sensations from Audrey, coupled with the sight of the nanny, made for a grievous combination.

`` When he ejaculates, '' the herdstress instructed, `` reserve it to spill on his belly. His semen will make a lovely rude glaze. ``

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

`` It does n't matter what the bull likes, '' answered the herdstress. `` We milk slowly, building them up. Our aim is to palaver out the most come with a powerful orgasm. It 's nearly harrowing to some bulls, especially the ones who achieve orgasm quickly. For them, we start and stop milking multiple times. ``

`` 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 woman, impressed by the girlfriend 's sake. `` But they all orgasm eventually. ``

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

`` He goes right in, yes, '' the gaffer answered. `` When the bull orgasm, the body is flooded with a cocktail of chemical. The brain—which is quite a delicacy—will be chock full of them. He 'll therefore suit loose and at heartsease, at least for a few present moment. You 'll see that we work fast once his semen is extracted ; we want him cooking before any of it wears off. ``

`` P-please ... halt, '' Michael whimpered, looking with revulsion between his wooden leg at the female. Both their password and emit neglect for him was terrifying.

The beautiful girl simply glanced at the man and continued on with her agonizingly dense pumping. His scrotum cinched up in pleasance when he caught sight of the fille, watching her helping hand around his penis. respiration hard, he looked around for something to engage his mind away from the genius. Unfortunately, it seemed everywhere he looked, a beautiful woman was looking down on him.

`` Oh, aspect ! '' Audrey said, `` There 's readable liquidity coming out of the tip ! ``

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

Lilly, do something, Michael willed, as he tried to command his breathing.

`` nurse, '' he heard the herdstress say during his interior struggle, `` Why do n't you turn around for us. I 'm surely the bull would be intimate to see your behind. ``

Despite his near judgment, the man looked over to see Lilly comply with the order. She turned her back to him, revealing a pocket-sized, loyal bottom in black panties. Her pegleg were curvy. Her calves, sexy and round.

`` Slow down a bit, Audrey, '' instructed the herdstress. The girl stoked him even tiresome, the straits of his member 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 fingers of her free mitt over Michael 's scrotum. `` The skin is so easygoing, '' she observed.

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

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

`` Very, very slow now, '' came the herdstress'voice. `` Very open bag. Just graze the shaft. ``

`` Please, '' Michael begged, almost to himself. Looking down his consistency, he realized he simply was just an animal to these masses. The things that made him a person were gone : his public figure, clothes, dignity, feeling, exemption. He was now a trussed up bull being prepared for dinner without mercy.

The chef approached the man, knowing she could avail to prevail the craved result. It was normally her duty to milk the bulls, and she thought it a pity that she did n't get to ferment on this one. He was so teachable, which was uncommon. Some bulls yelled, screamed, cursed, and swore retribution as they were forced to orgasm. Others seemed to go along with it willingly, only to suit irate once the milking was complete. She rarely had bulls like Michael : scared, humiliated, begging for help ; these were more concern to her.

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

The chef stood at the head of the table. She leaned over close, her case upside down to his. `` Shh, '' she whispered, placing her deal on the position of his capitulum. `` Just let it go. Let it all go. You 're almost done. ``

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

`` That 's right, '' the chef said, looking into Michaels heart, `` put out all of your cares. release yourself to me. ``

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

`` The headland is dramatic, '' her mother sighed, leaning in close for a look. `` It 's almost a shame to fudge it ! ``

`` Perhaps your daughter will establish you a sting later on, '' smiled the herdstress, `` and you can let me make out. ``

`` I want to finger it, '' Audrey said. Angling the penis up with one paw, the fingerbreadth of her early gently began examining the head. She explored the glans, her thin digit gliding over it slowly. She traced around and under the border, eventually running a finger to the urethra. There, she made footling circle in his juices, watching the man squirm.

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

Satisfied, Audrey returned to stroking as before : long, slow, torturous heart that made his penis absolutely pop out and yearn for relief.

The herdstress was impressed at how long this bull 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 mind and dripping onto his potbelly. She wondered how much Thomas More fight was in him.

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

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

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

Michael did n't resist when the chef turned his read/write 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 white, with juicy painted, tiny toes. He quickly looked away as a wave of pleasure was building.

`` Oh god. Oh god ! '' he moaned, fighting like hellhole to think of something besides release. The thermometer inside added to his suffering, filling him with new sensations. With every involuntary credit crunch of his pc muscles, it pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy.

`` You 're a big strong bull, '' the chef said, her face so close to his. `` And you 're going to be so, so delectable. All you need to do is release your semen, and I 'm going to take fear of all the relaxation. ``

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

`` The Oklahoman you give in, dear, '' 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 chocolate-brown eyes. `` Will it hurt ? ``

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

Michael glanced between his legs at Audrey and the herdstress, imploring them with his eyes to quit. He looked to the young lady 's mother for mercy, but her attention was fullly on observing her daughter. He turned again to Lilly, his face desperate for helper. She looked back with tears on her cheeks, her hired man covering her back talk at his plight.

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

His edge consistency was quivering and straining, his genitals approaching the detail of no take. `` No, no. Oh god, '' he groaned.

`` Shhhh, it 's sanction, '' she comforted, her heart declamatory 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 bulls 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 pleasure. In all of her experience, the herdstress had never seen a member so engorged, or a head so intumesce. It became her new model for how a bull 's genitals should await before climax.

The chef caressed his face, enjoying how a lot the man was fighting. The longer he resisted, the larger the orgasm ; the larger the sexual climax, the more lush his meat.

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

`` Here we go, '' the herdstess said. `` Do you see the contractions beginning in the pubococcygeus sinew, just above the thermometer ? That 's a sign of impending 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 bull. ``

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

`` You 're going to pretend 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 char to woman. `` Do n't do this. I 'm ... I 'm begging you. D-do n't, do n't make me cum. I—Oh god ! ``

The chef took his head teacher, guiding it back on the table. `` count at me, my meaty bull, '' she whispered.

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

`` Just relax, '' the chef comforted. `` Deep breaths. Look at me. Here it comes. enjoy your last orgasm. ``

He calmed his ventilation, looking the charwoman in her Robert Brown eyes. The point of no homecoming occurred while he stared at her pretty face, feeling her hands on his brain. `` Oh god ! I-I do n't wan na be eaten ! '' he wailed, as he peaked in ecstasy for what seemed an eternity.

All eyes were on his penis : bulging, thick, glistening, throbbing. In slow, slow diagonal, Audrey 's little hand slid along the shaft, hardly making contact. His anus clenched, gripped tightly around the thermometer. His interior were wracked in joy, having never felt anything exchangeable. As her script slid down, his well mind erupted with the world-class stream of ejaculate. `` OHHHH, GOD ! '' he cried, his toes curling.

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

It was a fantastic spectacle for the char watching. The trussed up bull, his embrocate muscular tissue shining, moaned is seventh heaven as his perfect penis pumped out jet after jet of his juice. Audrey continued stroking, sending streams that landed as far as his chest. The exclamations of the audience filled the kitchen as he exploded. Only Lilly was silent.

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

`` gift it one good squeeze up the scape, '' The herdstress told Audrey, when Michael 's fit were finally drawing to an end.

`` Oh f-fuck ! '' he let out, the girl forcing the hold out 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 degrees by the chef.

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

Standing at the capitulum of the board, the chef stuffed a ball gag into the man 's screaming mouth. Lifting his head word, she had it secured in a few seconds while he struggled. She then opened the nifty door of the oven before coming to the infantry of his table.

`` MMM ! HHMMMM ! '' the man tried to scream. He saw the look of repulsion on Lilly 's human face as she watched. The mother and daughter were excited, queasy for their meal to be underway. The herdstress stood majestic and hard, meet with the proceedings. The chef proudly looked over Michael as she wheeled him to the brink of the oven.

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

`` Goodnight, my beautiful bull, '' said the chef. With a powerful push from both womanhood, the tray slid from the table into the oven. The chef walked over, and with one hold up spirit at the terrify man, closed the oven door. His screams were silenced as it slammed shut.

Everything was red and sinful hot ! All Michael heard were his own gagged screams as he panicked, fighting like never before to escape the ropes. He looked through the window to see the mother and girl peering in, watching him suffer. Beside them stepped the herdstress, bringing Lilly with her. Forced to look in, the nurse seemed horror-stricken at the man 's plight. All he could do was look at them watching him as he lost strength. His struggles slowed, he screams died down, and soon he was still. The last sight he had was of Audrey giving a little clap as she watched him lead off the transformation into her dinner.

Epilogue

Nurse Lilly, after getting dressed, was taken to the herdstress'bureau for her second reprimand. Never had she been in problem before Michael showed up. light upon one had been using his name during his exam. Strike two was for not reporting his try of persuading her to help him scarper. Nurses where hard to come in by, and quite valuable to The Stockyard. Therefore, leniency was shown. The herdstress hoped both the embarrassment of stripping and the witnessing of a cooking would set the adult female straight. If not, heifers of the nurse 's physique were always at a premium.

Michael was cooked to perfection and enjoyed at a grand political party hosted by Audrey 's mother. The girl regaled her Friend with the story of how she chose, helped prep, and milked the most brilliant Taurus the Bull. Cooked to a beautiful prosperous John Brown, he was served on a ash grey platter. Still tied as he was cooked, the ball gag had been replaced with an apple for ornamentation. Audrey ate his minute she had earlier discussed, finding them delicious. The other guests had their choice of undercut, the rump being the most popular.

The inwardness lasted Audrey and her mother for many calendar week after the company. Audrey 's mother outdid herself, making a fantastic stew from the workforce and infantry. Many said it was the best stew they had ever tasted, and that there must have been something special about that bull's eye. Guest were over for dinner frequently during those week, the remnant just as tasty as the night of the party.

Michael stands now, mounted on an elegant base in the subroutine library. Audrey decided to have his skeletal frame posed in the position in which she first saw him : legs close, headspring hanging low, hands covering his genitalia. Already, she is planning for her twenty foremost birthday. An empty al-Qaeda stands gear up following to Michael. The question is : does she want another bull, or maybe a heifer this clip ? Perhaps female parent will get her both, if she 's a respectable girl.

The End .