Chapter One

procurement

Michael knew he needed a change for quite some time. His job of many long time had become tedious, the people in his life history had grown annoying, and his townspeople in worldwide was fast becoming a rundown slum. The security of his job was the only thing keeping the man glued down, so when his pink slip arrived one good afternoon, he knew it was time. After seven yr of labor, he decided to submit his severance and go somewhere new ; he was moving to the city.

Three weeks later, he found himself staying in a small hotel and hunting for jobs. The city was beautiful, the people were interesting, and the women were gorgeous. Hooking up with one of these pretty lady friend was what Michael had in mind as he prepared for a Friday Nox out. Being unattached, youthful, handsome, and charming, he knew he had a properly chance of getting laid. Dressed impeccably, every fuzz in place, the man set out on a Nox 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 city 's populace. A few empty-bellied stools remained at the tenacious bar, where Michael took a bum. Quickly ordering a score on the rock music, the man set about scanning for interesting women. Ladies were everywhere, but all seemed to be with their men. Hopefully, the scotch would help ease his self-consciousness, he thought, as he finished his drink. He did n't like coming to bar alone, but his lack of champion in the city made it his only option.

turn back to the bar, Michael had just ordered a endorsement boozing, when somebody sidled up to his right. He looked over to see an attractive cleaning woman : pretty leafy vegetable eyes contrasted with red, wavy, short haircloth. Her aspect was round and cunning, dotted with lighting lentigo. She wore a little green dress which stopped rather shortly, allowing her to display the shapely legs she bore. Pretty melanize skid adorned her piddling feet, he noticed, casually glancing down.

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

`` how-do-you-do, '' Michael greeted, returning the grinning and receiving his drink.

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

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

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

`` Yep, I am, '' Michael replied. `` And yes, I 'd be intimate to. '' He happily followed her lead to the board, unable to give up staring at her trivial body as they went. That was easy, he thought to himself.

`` I have party 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 intrust him. Finally, he stood. `` Be skillful to my sister, '' 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 work, '' Abby explained, taking a hindquarters. `` He does n't like me in a bar alone. But anyway, sit. Let 's schmooze. ``

Abby seemed to spring up more and more pretty as they talked. She was fun, flirty, and seemed interested in everything Michael had to say. She asked him enquiry after query : how old was he ? Where was he from ? Did he like to drink ? Did he ever do drugs ? What sort of diet did he relish ? Did he act out ? Before he could render a motion, 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 adjacent round. She set down his Scotch whiskey before dragging her chair closer to his.

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

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

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

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

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

`` In that face, '' the woman asked, leaning in close to his ear, `` what about sex ? What kind of sex do you like, Michael ? ``

His heart began to Sudanese pound ! This girl was so channelize, he almost felt uncomfortable. He had many kinks that few masses knew about, and he was suddenly embarrassed. It took a farsighted meter for him to be well-to-do telling his partners all his fancy. Telling a stranger at a bar was far too embarrassing.

`` Ha ha, '' he laughed nervously, tipping back his drink. `` You know, all sex is goodness in my Holy Scripture. ``

`` Aw, you are shy ! '' she teased, placing her manus on his leg. `` Okay, I 'll facilitate. Are you a breast man ? ``

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

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

The missy stood from her seat, turning her rear 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 other, she ran her hands down her bosomy bare legs.

Michael 's eyes followed her work force, but continued on to gaze at her shoes. `` Feet, '' he heard himself say, captivated. `` I think infantry are sexy. ``

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

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

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

Michael stood up, the room spinning. He gripped the mesa a bit to becalm himself. He wondered why he was so wino ; he could down three malt whisky 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 opportunity !

`` Do n't care, 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 drag out his ft. The streetlight swirled around his vision, and everything Abby was saying seemed like it came from a distant shore. He was about to sit down in the route, when a associate face suddenly appeared and hefted him up : Abby 's brother.

What 's he doing here ? thinking Michael, as if in a aspiration. He saw a blurry van ... An empty work bench seat ... Passing light source through a window as they drove .... articulation came to him from the front of the vehicle : an argumentation about back breaker ... Something about timing ... Then darkness took him.

Chapter Two

Orientation

Michael awoke slowly, hopeful visible radiation in his eyes bringing him toward consciousness. He had no estimate where he was or what had happened. A memory of the pretty cleaning lady he had sat with popped into his mind, and he recalled drinking malt whiskey. Must have passed out drunk, he thought, squinting at the ceiling. Why were these lights so damn bright ?

He turned his head to the left hand on the pillow, seeing a albumen painted, cinderblock wall. He did n't know this rampart. Turning his vision to the right, he saw a pocket-size room. A fold door was on the wall at which his metrical unit were facing. A toilet sat at the opposite paries, besides which hung a charge card curtain. cypher 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 more make. Standing, he slowly approached the alloy threshold, peering out of a small window at face height ; he could see only a hallway leading off in both directions. With a tug at the door handle, he found it locked tight. Was he in gaol ? he pondered, going to the mantle near the commode. Pulling it back revealed a small shower carrell ; a bar of soap, towel, and a washcloth were placed on the floor.

Michael sat down on the bed, wracking his mind to remember how he had gotten here. What in the world did he do to end up in jail ? What happened with that woman, Abby ? The dark was coming back to him slowly : the bar, the magnanimous man, the van ! Had he been kidnapped ? he wondered with sudden veneration !

A loud click at the room access 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 individual came another woman. Similarly dressed in a fateful uniform, this one wielded a long rod. The cleaning woman took places along the far bulwark, staring down the at sea man. Lastly entered a 3rd charwoman, taller than the others and much more intimidating.

While the two females bearing weapon wore their tomentum pulled tightly back and displayed a military demeanor, the red-haired amazon standing before Michael allowed her long tomentum to flux freely. Muscles bulged from beneath her pissed inglorious pants and pale-skinned blazon. The little lightlessness tank top she wore barely contained her bosom. She held nothing in her manpower, simply crossing her blazonry as she glared at the man with her cruel brown eyes.

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

`` Shh ! '' the woman interrupted, placing an exponent finger to her lips. `` You do not speak to me, unless spoken to. interpret ? ``

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

`` Zap him ! '' ordered the char, not at all approving of the man 's offset interaction.

`` What ? Wait ! '' Michael cried, retreating a step. The woman carrying the rod quickly approached, sticking him in the right shoulder. Jolts of energy and pain rippled through his consistency, and he somehow found himself on his stifle. Another pigeon berry in his side laid him out, twitching in agony. The sentry go had retaken her stake before he regained his senses. The woman in commission gave him a moment to moan on the floor as he recovered.

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

He slowly stood, the pain in the ass diminishing. The man felt immediate fear now, knowing that this could n't be a pokey. These citizenry meant business, and they were n't beyond hurting him. What the hell had he gotten himself into ?

`` I will have your respect and obeisance, '' the charwoman sternly told him. `` Anything less, and you will confront sore reproval. Understood ? ``

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

`` admit 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 bull issue 27. You will not hightail it from here, so put it out of your nous right now. Any attempt will only result in penalty you ca n't imagine. Behave, and you will find us funfair and humane. Understood ? ``

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

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

With that, the woman left the low 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 in the neck of the galvanising prod was too fresh in his thinker for very much bravery at the moment. existence crack might cause been preferable 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 ! ``

sightedness little early pick, Michael bent down, feeling under the bed. His finger found a fold detail, which he pulled out. Unfolding it, the man found little Thomas More than a White person linen paper gown. With a coup d'oeil to the women intently watching him, he began to disinvest. He kicked off his shoes and undid the buttons of his shirt. Slipping it off, next went his vest. He reluctantly unfastened his bang, unbuttoned his trouser, and let them swing. He stepped out of them, his spine to the women, and pulled off his wind cone. The worst part was dropping his pugilist, sensing the oculus of the char on his bottom. Slipping the garment over his head, it came down to just above his knees.

`` The watch, '' the precaution said when Michael turned to face up them. He unclasped his timepiece, tossing it on the bed.

`` Alright, let 's go, '' she ordered, pointing to the capable threshold with her spur. `` Out the door, to the right hand. ``

The man walked out of his electric cell and into a bloodless hallway. speedily looking around, all he saw were rampart spaced with occasional doors. The foyer eventually made right degree turns in both directions he could see. He was led a few doors down, until he was ordered to give up. The guard opened the threshold before him, ushering him in.

He found himself standing in an exam room : a table, exfoliation, counter of instruments, and everything one would expect at a physician 's business office filled the area. In the way waiting for him was a short-circuit, flyspeck Thomas Young girl. Wavy blond hair flowed to her shoulders, pretty blue eye were behind thick rimmed eyeglasses, and she wore blue scrubs. The stethoscope around her neck completed her outfit.

`` Hello, '' she smiled quite pleasantly. `` I 'm Nurse Lilly. I 'll be having a look at you.

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

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

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

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

`` It 'll be much well-to-do if you cooperate, '' the immature 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 experience 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 face burned in embarrassment as he pulled the nightgown up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He covered his crotch immediately, feeling three pairs of female eyes on his naked body. The man hated being barefoot in front of others, let alone completely nude !

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

Not knowing what else he could do, Michael walked over and stepped onto the program. The nursemaid adjusted the counter weight until she found the sweet maculation, recording the number on her form. He turned around when prompted, and Lilly lowered the height rod to his psyche. `` okeh, '' she said, with a jot of her pen, `` take a seat on the table, please. ``

He did as instructed, sitting with his hands cupped over his genitalia. 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 gist. `` learn a few late breathing spell. ``

After recording her determination, the nurse produced a thermometer, placing it under Michael 's tongue. 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 buffet, ignoring his head. Returning with a reflex malleus, she began to tap his genu. `` spirit, '' she said quietly, `` all you can do at this tip is cooperate. Just do as you 're told, and they 'll make it easier for you. ``

`` Make what well-to-do ? '' he asked nervously, the nurse moving to his former articulatio genus. `` There was this cleaning lady at the bar. Abby. She 's involved, right ? Where 's she ? ``

`` I 'm bad, Michael, '' she said, jotting down her findings. `` But to them, you 're just a art object of meat now. ``

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

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

The nurse, after retrieving a pair of token, stood near his invertebrate foot. Michael felt something dragged along his right pes, causing him to flinch. He glanced down to see the pointed handle of the physiological reaction hammer moving to his leftfield metrical foot. He pulled back when scraped, hating his feet to be touched.

`` Quite sensitive, '' observed the nanny, producing a pink vinyl taping amount. Holding it from the man 's heel to his big toe, she measured the length of one foot, then the other. After the width of his ft were also taken, she wrote a few notes on her clipboard.

Pocketing her prick, she stepped beside the man on his right. `` script at your sides, please ? '' she asked.

He lay there, feeling that if his privates were uncovered, he 'd have nix left. Lilly smiled when he did n't move, taking his wrist in her slight hand. She pulled, but he was stubbornly holding them in place. `` C'mon, Michael, '' she said sweetly. `` I 'm just going to look at your tummy. ``

He reluctantly let her position his hired man at his side. Fully exposed, he had never felt so embarrassed. He glanced at her moderately side as she looked down upon him, before quickly averting his eyes. The nanny placed her warm hands on his muckle, gently squeezing. She worked her way down his ribs and to his navel, her finger's breadth pushing in, feeling his muscular tissue. She traced the lineation of his hips, and that 's when he first noticed his penis beginning to grow.

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

Michael sat up, covering himself before he stood. Lilly produced the tape recording cadence from her pocket and proceeded to grade it against various component of the man : his thigh, calfskin, shoulders, and forearms were measured, both for length and girth. Made to turn around, his bottom was measured horizontally and vertically. All of his Numbers were promptly recorded on the nurse 's clipboard. The man was beginning to experience as if he really were a piece of meat.

He felt her little workforce brooch his hind end while she was behind him, gently squeezing it. They glided down the back of his ramification, kneading as they went, until she was down to his feet. She then stepped around to his front man, looking him over.

`` Hands to your sides, Mr '' she smiled, again gently moving them by his articulatio radiocarpea. Hi semi-erect penis was then revealed.

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

`` Just relax, '' said Lilly. `` Widen your posture a bit, delight ? perfect tense. ``

The man did as asked, and he caught his breather when he felt her niggling finger's breadth grasp his hanging bollock. She examined first one, then the former with air paw. Now Michael knew all bets were off—at her touch of his privates, his erection was growing. By the time she had finished examining his testicles, he had grown to his fully length.

`` It 's all right, '' she giggled, seeing his burning look. The mag tape measure was again produced, this time to read the length of his member. He had to smother a groan as the nurse then wrapped the tape around his ray of light, measuring its girth.

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

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

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

`` 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 harbor told him. `` You can get dressed. You 've been very estimable. Thank you, Michael. ``

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

`` Wait, please state me what this is ! '' the man begged Lilly when the sentry duty took him by the shoulder. `` What 's going to bechance ? ``

The nurse gave the man a sad smile as he was led out of the room. She thought he seemed gracious, inexperienced person, dash. She felt bad for ace like Michael : single that did n't merit what was going to befall. Her occupation could be depressing sometimes.

Chapter three

auction sale

When Michael was brought back to his cellular phone, the first affair he noticed was that his apparel were gone. This is all he was left with, he thought, sitting on the bed : a wide-eyed cloth gown. His apparel, wallet, and identification were at least a liaison 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 doorway of the cellular telephone was thick and locked ; he could n't budge it. He wondered what the hell on earth that exam was all about. Were these citizenry some sort of sex ring operators, planning on letting people have their way with him ? He thought for hr, wondering how this would end.

Eventually, he was brought a bowl of some case of porridge, and ordered to eat. He was athirst and complied, 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 good morning, he was again fed the same meal, then told to shower. As he toweled off and make on his scrubs, the door to his mobile phone opened. In stepped the herdstress, accompanied by her two guards. Michael was immediately intimidated by the strong char, wishing he never had to see her again.

`` soundly news program, bull, '' she declared, looking him over. `` You 're off to auction today. ``

Michael glanced from one cleaning lady to the former, 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 string the respite of your sentence here. Understood ? ``

`` Yes, '' he answered.

`` When at auction, '' she explained, `` you 'll see former bulls that are gagged, in chain, blindfolded. They 're in their flow berth because they could not stand by to simple principle. Do not talk, do not try to hightail it, and do as you 're told. Understand ? ``

`` I understand, '' the he said.

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

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

Eventually, they came a set of double room access through which Michael was led. He was n't ready for what greeted him : lined up in a I row were eight men, each completely defenseless, save for those wearing blindfolds, ball jest, and/or chains. Only one other man was completely mad like Michael, the residuum having obviously misbehaved. They were untested men, each around Michael 's age. All were built and in good forcible form. Some where tall, others were short. Each appeared to be Caucasian.

`` Off with the night-robe, '' ordered the sentry go, bringing Michael to the end of the course. Reluctantly, he slipped off his garment and handed it to the female. He stared shamefully at the floor, avoiding the looks of the former men.

Three other sentry go were posted in the way in addition to the two who had brought in Michael. Two of them were armed with rifles, the others with prodding. The persuasion entered Michael 's head that these men would have a strong hazard if they attacked as one. The problem was that virtually of the prisoner were chained, rendering them ineffective. He did n't accept often time to suppose, 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 line of business of men. Her timbre of vocalization was friendly, helpful, and more caring than Michael had heard her speak. Both of her companions were female, one one-time and one younger. The newbie 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 line from Michael. `` The ones restrained have acted out in the preceding. We take great precautions in keeping our customers safe. ``

`` bet at these bodies, mother, '' the younger fair sex said, her eyes widely. `` How am I ever going to choose ? ``

`` Take your meter and look them over, Audrey, '' her female parent advised.

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

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

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

Michael glanced at the women as they made their way down the production 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 darkness, straight hair. The mother was of fair summit, her daughter a bit shorter. Their apparel looked expensive, and they smelled of seraphic essence. impeccable makeup painted their fairly faces, and perfectly painted nails tipped their fingers. The air of wealth was strong on them.

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

`` Our gist is expertly prepared, my dear, '' the herdstress informed. `` It 'll be the most succulent thing on which you 've ever dined. ``

Michael 's affection was racing as he heard them talk. They 're going to eat us, he told himself, trying to remain calm. The nursemaid 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 : people sold off as food in one of the biggest urban center of the US ?

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

To his repugnance, the young lady stepped before him, looking him over. Her female parent came to her side of meat, their blue eyes scanning the man.

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

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

Michael took a few steps, still staring at the ground. This was exactly his luck, he thought. Of line he would let to get picked out of the nine.

`` This is our new learning, '' the red-haired adult female informed, holding out her hand. One of the guards quickly handed her a clipboard. `` He arrived just yesterday. ``

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

`` This is shit turn 27, '' read the herdstress from her papers. `` He passed his physical test yesterday with flying colors. He 's 26 old age old, six foot one, and weighs 189 Cypriot pound. His feet are ten inch in distance, four in at their widest. His member is seven inch long when erect, and five column inch in girth at it 's thickest. He 's circumcised. His utmost orgasm was four days ago. His body fat is consummate for his size. There are no tattoos, no diseases discernable, and he appears to be the depiction of health. ``

`` That he does, '' the mother agreed. `` front at his croupe, honey. Perfection ! ``

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

`` touch sensation him, experience his muscles, '' the herdstress offered. `` This one 's quite tame. ``

The man felt flabby helping hand on his behind, giving gentle squeezes. A couple finger touched his shoulders and back, feeling the conformation. Then the cover of his second joint, down to his calves were examined by the two women : pinching, caressing, and caressing.

`` Lift your foot up, '' the genus Bos ordered. `` Bring it back so they can see. ``

He bent his right genu, angling back his foot.

`` Vey nice groundwork for a male, '' the mother said, running the cover 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 sum. ``

Coming to his movement, the females proceeded in the same manner : feeling his blazon, mickle, abs, and legs. Ordered to position his hands by his face, the adult female gazed at his flaccid penis, but did n't bear upon. Michael tried to not make eye link, too humiliated to even reckon straight.

`` Open your oral cavity, '' barked the boss. When the man opened, the she placed her indicator fingerbreadth on the bottom row of teeth, pulling his head lower to set aside her customers to see. All tooth were in home and straight.

`` He 's perfective ! '' 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 occur to the cookery, right ? '' the daughter asked.

`` We allow that, for a bit excess, '' answered the red-haired woman. `` We just have to charge for heighten security. ``

`` And what was that about a prize serving you mentioned ? '' inquired the mother.

`` For a tokenish fee, '' the muscular woman explained, `` we offer saving and full articulatio of the papal bull 's systema skeletale. Or, if you like, any pose of your choosing. This way, your girl will always take in something to remember her birthday by. ``

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

Michael beginning to feel disgusted to his stomach. Meat, cookery, skeletons : it was as if a terrible prank were being played on him !

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

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

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

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

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

`` We 'll see what we can work out, '' the herdstress said. `` Let 's saucer payment in my office. ``

After the customers were led out, Michael donned his nightdress and was walked back to his cellular phone. Coming back to his sense after his humiliation, his mind was frantic. Escape was now forefront in his mind. He had no clue how long he had to live.

Chapter IV

prep

Michael was contemplating, sitting on his bed when the doorway to his cell opened. His essence lurched ! This could be the end for all he knew. He was surprised when Nurse Lilly entered alone, the door ending behind her. The cunning slight blond had a worry look as she sat beside him on the bed.

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

`` What, no sentry duty ? '' wondered the man.

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

`` Look, '' 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 multitude who betray them ! I 've already been reprimanded for calling you by name yesterday. ``

`` So what, '' he asked, feeling angry, `` you the great unwashed just vote out innocent ? You eat them ? That 's fucking indulgence ! ``

`` It 's supposed to just be bad people, '' she answered. `` And nearly of them are awful human beings, so it 's not hard seeing them go. But when there 's gracious ace like you— ''

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

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

The two sat in silence for a bit, neither knowing what to say. Lilly wished she could help the man and be a sub, but the risk were far too great. She had heard stories, and they terrified her. The only way to draw herself feel better was to see the man one lowest time. He deserved undecomposed than being informed of his cooking date by the herdstress.

`` I came here, '' she said, breaking the secretiveness, `` to assure 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 matter will go much easy. ``

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

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

`` My life-time is in your hands, Lilly, '' he implored. `` Please, please aid me. I know you 're not like them. I know there 's something you can do. ``

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

Michael was wake the side by side morning when precaution entered his cell. His core pounded as he was ordered to stick with them. To another way he was brought where he found a rather large woman waiting. In fact, she was the first unattractive female the man had met in his sentence there. The elbow room was odd, consisting of two section. The lowly appeared to be a barber shop, complete with a chairman, mirror, and counter of shearing implements. The larger circumstances consisted of a showering stall : white tiled, lined with showerheads, and unfold to the rest of the way. A table sat in the middle of the rain shower expanse, future to which hung an sinister clyster bag. Finally, a commode sat along one wall.

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

Flipping onto his cover, his front was massaged in the same manner. He looked for a agency of escape valve all the while, finding none. There were no windows in the elbow room, and two guards were ever nowadays at the doorway. Every inch of Michael 's body was covered by her manus, and when she was done, he even felt a bit relaxed.

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

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

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

He glanced at the guard posted near the exit of the elbow room ; they were vigilant, watching him with keen heart. How he wanted to run away, crash through the door, bust out of this harebrained topographic point ! But, he lost his brass as the adult female returned, attaching the heavy feeding bottle to its hook.

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

Slowly, Michael tuned on his side, absolutely embarrassed. He felt fingers parting his boldness, and something low temperature insistence against his anus. `` Try to slack up, '' he heard, as it slid into him.

She released the clamp, warm water system filling his stomach. At first, all he could think of were the guards watching this happen to him : a naked man forced to encounter an enema. His embarrassment lessened when he started cramping ; suddenly he could only guess about how uncomfortable he was. It felt like an eternity for the bottle to void, his guts churning. He moaned quietly when the nose was removed.

He was made to wait in suffering, forced to provide the water to loose him up. For 15 minutes he groaned softly, scared to death that he would accidentally lose control. He went hunched to the toilet as soon as she allowed, the abasement of it lessened by the immense relief he felt.

Once he was emptied, he was directed to the barber death chair. There he sat while the adult female flipped on clipper ship and began shearing him. He watched in the mirror as row by row, his hairsbreadth toppled off. Feeling it cascading onto his defenseless trunk, that was the second he knew this was really happening.

Once buzzed, back to the cascade he was led. Sitting him on the border of the table, the large cleaning woman sprayed him with tender urine before producing cream and razors. She lathered and shaved his body in sections, working methodically : his limb, underarms, fingers, chest, and stomach. Then came his leg, as they dangled off the table. He was then made to sit with his heels on the tabular array edge, so she could shave his feet and toes. Standing him up and turning him around, she continued down his back, tail end, and backs of his legs. She bent him over the tabular array, and he felt shaving cream applied between his cheek. The razor delicately cut through all the hair around his anus. Again made to lay on the table, the woman shaved his pubic hair until absolutely nothing remained. His scrotum, perineum, and beam of light were expertly made bare.

Finally, once again sitting, shaving pick was applied to his top dog and face. She shaved is chief bald. His eyebrows were taken, along with his look stubble. Finally, his neck was cleaned. In the end, not one hair could be seen on his body. He did n't pick up a unmarried ding or cut from the expert hired man of the woman.

Michael was then thoroughly washed. He was scrubbed with a approximate, exfoliating fabric 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 plumb and smooth. He was towel dried, and without his gown, led out of the room.

The air felt low temperature on his nude, hairless skin. His consistency looked foreign to him, the last vestige of his other self gone. He covered himself in modestness as he was marched through the halls, his centre 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 destination.

The industrial kitchen was huge ! Cabinets, sinkhole, tabulator, appliances : all gleamed in stainless steel blade. The oven was gigantic, the most prominent object in the room. An ill orange glow issued from behind the glass window of its door, filling Michael with dread.

A little crowd, standing near a wheeled table, looked over as Michael entered. A female, middle-aged and attractive, inspected him as she adjusted her white apron. The herdstress stood with the client who had chosen him the day before, while three armed guard duty positioned themselves in the room. With a click 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 hapless thing looks terrified. ``

Michael could only stand in place, aghast at his surroundings. He could see rack of knife as he glanced around. Oversized sess, goat god, trays, and platters were neatly organized around the room. Huge grill rack hung from the paries, along with a collecting of steel spikes, each yearner than a man. Multiple wheeled table were pushed into a far corner, each ready to be topped with man-sized cooking apparatus. future to the oven was an upright piano, giant metal subway ; the methamphetamine hydrochloride door of which revealed another spike, vertically waiting to impale and roast.

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

The man took a few short whole tone toward her, his knees feeling faint. She looked him over with middling brown eyes. She may have been nearing 40, but Michael would let found her quite pretty in any early circumstance.

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

Michael warily approached, noticing a rectangular tray atop the tabular array. Measuring four substructure 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 dependable tutelage of you. ``

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

`` It 's going to be so tardily, '' the chef said softly, rubbing his dorsum in consolation. `` You just want to be brave a minuscule bit longer. No infliction from the guard duty, no unnecessary hurt for being disobedient. You 've been the perfect tense bull all this time. It 's going to be beautiful, and you 're going to be making this Thomas Young womanhood so felicitous. ``

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

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

Michael glanced at the others in the way. They were strain, waiting to see what would materialise. The safety had advanced a few pace, prepared for any disobedience.

`` Now, '' the chef said, `` I need you to climb onto the tray. On your hands and knee, please. Be careful, it 's slippery. ``

Michael looked at the surface of the tray, seeing that it was slick with a flimsy coating 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 fours, trying not to slide on the slick surface. The top of his head faced the women, his eyes staring shamefully down. The woozy applause of the daughter again sounded when he was situated.

`` Excellent, '' said the chef, gathering a nursing bottle and a large brush from a counter. `` So, Audrey, I 'll take the air you through how a bull is prepped. First, we 're going to liberally mizzle oil on his tail. ``

Warm liquid began dripping over his back as Michael stayed in positioning. He saw it set out coming down is arms and pooling around his hands. Down his underside is was poured, running along the spinal column of his thigh. picayune drips began trickling down his English, plopping to the tray. She continued drizzling along his calf and ft, the scent of coconut filling the air.

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

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

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

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

Carefully, Michael sat on his buns. He lay back on the cold alloy, trying to annul looking at the adult female staring at him. He felt the chef adopt his ankles, placing his understructure on the lip on the tray. Above was the bright ceiling, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to wake up from this terrible dream.

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

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

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

`` tensity ringing are used to keep bulls erect, '' the chef explained. `` Once he begins to become stimulate, it 'll keep the lineage in his penis. ``

`` They also help produce More powerful orgasms, '' 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 ring was applied. With all his being, he did n't need to become put forward, but these cleaning woman focusing on his phallus made it incredibly difficult. Feeling fond oil begin drizzling from his chest of drawers 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 breast felt good, but Michael tried to ignore it. He knew the orgasm was essential. Maybe that was his one chance, he thought : no orgasm, no oven !

It was n't so leisurely remaining calm when the copse 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 aphrodisiac thoughts from his psyche, keeping his middle focused on the igniter ; he did n't want to see these women surrounding him.

Down his bare legs the chef worked, making them refulgence. The tops of his fundament 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 brush down. `` Now, we must restrain the bull in situation. ``

Michael 's heart lurched when he heard this ! He peered to see the chef retrieving a duration of circle and bringing it to his position. The other women watched in fascination as the chef took Michael 's remaining 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 shit and heifers. ``

Before he knew it, the rophy 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 other side. Then we tie his decently leg. ``

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

`` And finally, '' the chef went on, gathering much little length of Mexican valium, `` his wrists are secured to his ankles. ``

The tying completed, Michael was now completely helpless. His stage were pulled back and open wide, leaving both his bottom and genital organ embarrassingly on display.

`` And live on but not least, '' the chef said, coming to brook succeeding to Michael 's head, `` 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 face. The man was now glistening from school principal to toe.

`` That is quite a lot ! '' exclaimed the female parent, approaching Michael. `` God, he look yummy ! ``

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

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

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

`` His musculus is lean, simply brilliant, '' the herdstress observed, happy with her luck at obtaining this specimen.

Michael could n't believe people would be talking about another human like this ! He tested his bonds, but they were tight. Glancing at the guards, he saw they were much more slacken with him restrained. If only he could slip these Mexican valium ... 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 aflutter, '' explained the chef, `` bulls do n't get excited correct away. ``

`` Almost always, '' the herdstress said, `` optical arousal helps. '' She approached one of the safety device, speaking a few words.

Michael heard the room access unlock and saw the guard leave. He squirmed and fought with his attachment, thinking me might give birth a chance with the doorway no longer secured and one sentry go gone. He hoped against hope, but nothing ; he was stuck fast.

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

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

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

adrenaline 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 strength, he flexed his sinew against the circle ; they did n't give an in. 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 enter, nurse, '' called out the red-haired woman.

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

Lilly took a few steps into the kitchen before seeing the bound, naked man. Her centre grew all-embracing, and she could n't help but gaze in fleeting disbelief. Seeing a cookery in progress shed Light Within on the harsh reality of what she was really part of.

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

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

`` Yes, lady ? '' she asked, standing dutifully in her dreary 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 make love to give birth you stay and observe. Perhaps it will ease his restiveness having you confront. ``

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

`` Oh wow ! '' exclaimed Audrey. `` Mother, aspect at this thing ! ``

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

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

`` N-no ... Please ! '' he gasped, shuddering at how bellying 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 fundament, gently swirling it against him.

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

`` The magic is to slowly use 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 to a lesser extent resistance, '' she instructed, `` you give it a steady button. ``

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

The nurse averted her middle, pathos filling her philia for the man.

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

`` Look at that putz ! '' the girl 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 sense experience the man had never experienced. The pressure had made him instantly hard, and he looked down to see his phallus 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 cop had grown.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Pres Young lady glanced at the others in the room, knowing that her hirer'Christian Bible was absolute. The sentry duty at the doorway watched, make to enforce their overlord 's order.

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

disappointment 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.

`` Tank top and drogue : off ! '' ordered the genus Bos. `` You can leave on your underwear. I believe our bull will be mostly concern in your feet, anyway. ``

Michael burned in abasement, watching Lilly remove her top. Her little socks were pulled off cobbler's last, and there she stood : a lilliputian, blond-haired, bespectacled, aphrodisiacal girl in her underwear. 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 moot. ``

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

`` Unfortunately, an orgasm is a must, '' she continued. `` Perhaps our lovely nursemaid will furnish enough incentive. ``

Lilly stood with her sleeve crossed, feeling incredibly awkward. She only hoped there was n't more embarrassment to come, or speculative !

Chapter Five

Milking

Michael knew what they were going to do next. He knew he had to protest them, but he also knew that his erection was n't going to sink on its own. Something about the voluminousness of the thermometer would n't appropriate him to unstrain. Everywhere he looked were jolly fair sex, and even seeing his own glistening, leaping, naked body was arousing. He tried to clear his mind.

`` Alright, here 's some oil for your hands, '' the herdstress was saying to Audrey. She stood beside her Edward Young customer, ready to guide her through the cognitive operation. They were between Michael and the oven, ready for the most significant part of the day.

The proud female parent stood on Michael 's right field, excited for her girl. Audrey had led a sheltered spirit when it came to boys, though she had always expressed great interest in them. When she had asked for a bull for her birthday, her mother agreed ; it was a gross present to usher in her new muliebrity. The cost was majuscule, 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 opportunity to experience male human body at its finest.

`` Now, to properly milk a Irish bull, '' explained the herdstress, `` you have to stroke slowly. When you see the scrotum drawing close to the body, stroke even slower still. This bull has n't had an coming for five days, so we can expect a tidy volume of semen.

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

`` His testes will be tasty as well, '' the chef offered. `` The nurse made limited annotation of their size and health. ``

The Young girl 's hands went to Michael 's scrotum, her fingers feeling for his testicles. He tensed as she took them, one in the finger of each mitt. She rolled them about, making the man overtake his breath.

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

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

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

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

`` Go ahead and pack the penis, '' the knob said. `` suitcase it loosely, and run your bridge player slowly up and down. earmark your hand to glide on the oil. ``

Audrey rubbed her paw together before taking Michaels shaft, gently squeezing it. It was all he could do to not moan at the adept. His heart raced as he thought about the consequence of losing control. Lilly, his one hope, was aright next to him ! She had been singled out, obstruct, and must take in felt threatened. He had to conceive she would help.

Michael felt Audrey 's clutch loosen. As teach, she slowly began stroking his penis. The other women in the room gathered airless, watching the natal day fille enjoy her present.

`` How does it feel in your paw ? '' her female parent asked. `` Is it how you imagined ? ``

`` It feels so hot, '' her girl answered. `` It 's warm and slippery. Veiny. The head word is so big and lustrous ! It looks more tempting 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 make a move. Michael could n't stare at her long ; the sensations from Audrey, coupled with the sight of the nurse, made for a dangerous combination.

`` When he ejaculates, '' the herdstress instructed, `` grant it to splatter on his stomach. His come will make believe a endearing natural 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 the likes of, '' answered the herdstress. `` We milk slowly, building them up. Our aim is to coax out the most cum with a potent orgasm. It 's nearly torturous to some crap, especially the ones who achieve orgasm quickly. For them, we start and stop milking multiple prison term. ``

`` Do you think this one will be ready ? '' the young woman wondered, as she stroked.

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

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

`` He goes right in, yes, '' the boss answered. `` When the fuzz 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 become relaxed and at ataraxis, 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 ... layover, '' Michael whimpered, looking with horror between his leg at the females. Both their Book and utter disregard for him was terrifying.

The beautiful girl simply glanced at the man and continued on with her agonizingly slow pumping. His scrotum cinched up in pleasure when he caught sight of the female child, watching her hand around his penis. Breathing hard, he looked around for something to contract his mind away from the sensations. Unfortunately, it seemed everywhere he looked, a beautiful fair sex was looking down on him.

`` Oh, smell ! '' Audrey said, `` There 's clean-cut liquid state coming out of the tip ! ``

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

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

`` Nurse, '' he heard the herdstress say during his internal struggle, `` Why do n't you turn around for us. I 'm surely the Irish bull would love to see your tail end. ``

Despite his serious judgment, the man looked over to see Lilly follow with the order. She turned her back to him, revealing a small-scale, firm merchantman in black panty. Her leg were bosomy. Her sura, sexy and round.

`` Slow down a bit, Audrey, '' instructed the herdstress. The girl stoked him even irksome, the brain 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 knob observed. `` We 're proceeding quite nicely. ``

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

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

`` The scrotum is very supply ship, '' chimed in the chef. `` It 'll fudge up quite well. ``

`` Very, very behind now, '' came the herdstress'voice. `` Very promiscuous grip. Just graze the pecker. ``

`` 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 epithet, clothes, self-worth, feelings, freedom. He was now a trussed up dogshit being prepared for dinner without mercy.

The chef approached the man, knowing she could help to get the desired result. It was normally her responsibility to milk the bulls, and she thought it a shame that she did n't get to make for on this one. He was so docile, which was uncommon. Some dogshit yelled, screamed, cursed, and swore vengeance as they were forced to orgasm. Others seemed to go along with it willingly, only to become irate once the milking was everlasting. She rarely had bruiser 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 fille was doing to him.

The chef stood at the head of the mesa. She leaned over close, her side upside down to his. `` Shh, '' she whispered, placing her hands on the sides of his nous. `` 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 middle, `` release all of your guardianship. Resign yourself to me. ``

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

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

`` Perhaps your daughter will collapse you a bite later on, '' smiled the herdstress, `` and you can let me know. ``

`` I want to sense it, '' Audrey said. Angling the penis up with one manus, the fingers of her other gently began examining the forefront. She explored the glans, her tenuous fingers gliding over it slowly. She traced around and under the border, eventually running a finger to the urethra. There, she made little rope in his succus, watching the man squirm.

Michael glanced down his glistening body, wondering what she was doing that made him languish to feed in. Her finger felt amazing on his tender school principal, the sensory faculty nearly driving him angry. 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 : long, slacken, torturous pumps that made his penis absolutely bulge and yearn for relief.

The herdstress was impressed at how hanker this bull was lasting. Audrey was doing a superb job ; she had a natural proficiency. He had to be aching to orgasm, the pre-ejaculate now running down the caput 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 experience so undecomposed. ``

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

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

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

`` Oh god. Oh god ! '' he moaned, fighting like infernal region to retrieve of something besides release. The thermometer inside added to his agony, filling him with new sense experience. With every unvoluntary squeeze of his pc muscles, 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 unloosen your come, and I 'm going to use up care of all the balance. ``

`` 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 pretty Brown University eyes. `` Will it ache ? ``

`` It wo n't offend, '' she answered softly. `` It 's a low heat at initiative. You 'll simply roam off to log Z's. ``

Michael glanced between his branch at Audrey and the herdstress, imploring them with his eyes to halt. He looked to the fille 's mother for mercifulness, but her aid was fullly on observing her girl. He turned again to Lilly, his face desperate for help. She looked back with bout on her cheeks, her hand covering her sass at his plight.

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

His bounds body was quivering and straining, his privates approaching the point of no riposte. `` No, no. Oh god, '' he groaned.

`` Shhhh, it 's hunky-dory, '' she comforted, her eyes large 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 loin had finally reached their limit of pleasure. In all of her experience, the herdstress had never seen a penis so glut, or a head so self-conceited. It became her new mannikin for how a copper 's genital organ should look before climax.

The chef caressed his face, enjoying how a good deal the man was fighting. The longer he resisted, the enceinte the orgasm ; the larger the orgasm, the more lush his meat.

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

`` Here we go, '' the herdstess said. `` Do you see the contraction beginning in the pubococcygeus muscle, just above the thermometer ? That 's a sign of imminent orgasm. ``

`` P-please, '' he pled, looking the chef in her middle, `` 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 bruiser. ``

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

`` You 're going to arrive at Audrey so happy, '' the chef said. `` Now, let 's reach her birthday present to her. ``

`` Oh ! Please, no ! '' Michael lifted his brain, looking from woman to womanhood. `` 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, guiding it back on the table. `` expect at me, my substantive bull, '' she whispered.

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

`` Just relax, '' the chef comforted. `` trench breaths. look at me. Here it comes. Enjoy your last climax. ``

He calmed his breathing, looking the woman in her brown optic. The dot of no regaining occurred while he stared at her somewhat face, feeling her hands on his head. `` Oh god ! I-I do n't wan na be eaten ! '' he wailed, as he peaked in cristal for what seemed an eternity.

All eyes were on his penis : bulging, thick, glistening, throbbing. In slow, boring strokes, Audrey 's little hand slid along the shaft, hardly making striking. His anus clenched, gripped tightly around the thermometer. His insides were wracked in pleasure, having never felt anything similar. As her script slid down, his swollen-headed pass erupted with the beginning stream of seminal fluid. `` 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 strapper, his oiled muscles shining, moaned is bliss as his everlasting penis pumped out jet after jet of his juice. Audrey continued stroking, sending streams that landed as far as his dresser. The exclamations of the consultation filled the kitchen as he exploded. Only Lilly was silent.

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

`` Give it one good credit crunch up the shaft, '' The herdstress told Audrey, when Michael 's turmoil were finally drawing to an end.

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

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

`` time lag ! What are you doing ? No ! Please ! '' he cried, seeing the herdstress hand an physical 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 psyche of the tabular array, the chef stuffed a lump gag into the man 's screaming back talk. Lifting his head, she had it secured in a few mo while he struggled. She then opened the great room access of the oven before coming to the foot of his table.

`` MMM ! HHMMMM ! '' the man tried to scream. He saw the spirit of horror on Lilly 's fount as she watched. The mother and daughter were excited, uneasy for their meal to be underway. The herdstress stood gallant and strong, satisfied with the proceedings. The chef proudly looked over Michael as she wheeled him to the brink of the oven.

His eyes wide with fear, 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 top dog. `` MMMM ! MPH ! HMM ! '' he tried to scream.

`` Goodnight, my beautiful bullshit, '' said the chef. With a hefty push from both women, the tray slid from the mesa into the oven. The chef walked over, and with one last look at the terrified man, closed the oven door. His screams were silenced as it slammed shut.

Everything was red and ungodly hot ! All Michael heard were his own gagged screaming as he panicked, fighting like never before to escape the rope. He looked through the window to see the mother and daughter peering in, watching him have. Beside them stepped the herdstress, bringing Lilly with her. Forced to look in, the nanny seemed horror-struck at the man 's plight. All he could do was await at them watching him as he lost strength. His struggles slowed, he screams died down, and soon he was still. The in conclusion sight he had was of Audrey giving a footling clap 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 rebuke. Never had she been in worry before Michael showed up. Strike one had been using his public figure during his exam. Strike two was for not reporting his endeavor of persuading her to avail him fly the coop. Nurses where hard to come by, and quite valuable to The Stockyard. Therefore, leniency was shown. The herdstress hoped both the plethora of stripping and the witnessing of a cooking would set the charwoman straight. If not, heifers of the nurse 's physique were always at a premium.

Michael was cooked to perfection and enjoyed at a grand party hosted by Audrey 's mother. The female child regaled her friends with the taradiddle of how she chose, helped prep, and milked the most glorious bull. Cooked to a beautiful favorable brownness, he was served on a silver medal record. Still tied as he was cooked, the testis gag had been replaced with an apple for decoration. Audrey ate his bits she had earlier discussed, finding them delicious. The early guest had their pick of cuts, the rump being the most popular.

The meat lasted Audrey and her mother for many weeks after the party. Audrey 's Mother outdid herself, making a fantastic stew from the workforce and feet. Many said it was the best stew they had ever tasted, and that there must have been something special about that bullshit. client were over for dinner party frequently during those weeks, the leftovers just as tasty as the night of the party.

Michael stands now, mounted on an elegant base in the program library. Audrey decided to receive his skeleton in the closet posed in the berth in which she first saw him : wooden leg close, head hanging low, hands covering his privates. Already, she is planning for her twenty first birthday. An empty basis stands fix following to Michael. The question is : does she want another Taurus, or maybe a heifer this time ? Perhaps mother will get her both, if she 's a full girl.

The End .