Chapter One

Procurement

Michael knew he needed a change for quite some time. His job of many class had become ho-hum, the citizenry in his aliveness had grown annoyance, and his town 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 skid arrived one afternoon, he knew it was time. After seven years of labour, he decided to take his severance and go somewhere new ; he was moving to the city.

ternion weeks later, he found himself staying in a small hotel and hunting for Book of Job. The city was beautiful, the people were interesting, and the women were gorgeous. Hooking up with one of these pretty girls was what Michael had in mind as he prepared for a Fri night out. Being uncommitted, young, well-favored, and charming, he knew he had a in good order luck of getting laid. Dressed impeccably, every haircloth in topographic point, 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 city 's populace. A few abandon throne remained at the hanker bar, where Michael took a seat. Quickly ordering a scotch on the rocks, the man set about scanning for interesting adult female. noblewoman were everywhere, but all seemed to be with their men. Hopefully, the scotch would help still his self-consciousness, he thought, as he finished his drinking. He did n't like coming to block up alone, but his want of booster in the metropolis made it his only option.

Turning back to the bar, Michael had just ordered a second drink, when someone sidled up to his right. He looked over to see an attractive charwoman : pretty green center contrasted with red, crinkly, short hair. Her fount was round and precious, dotted with light freckles. She wore a little putting surface dress which stopped rather short, allowing her to display the shapely leg she bore. Pretty black brake shoe adorned her trivial feet, he noticed, casually glancing down.

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

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

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

`` Michael, '' he said, taking her script. `` Would you like a potable ? ``

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

`` Yep, I am, '' Michael replied. `` And yes, I 'd sleep together to. '' He happily followed her lead to the tabular array, unable to turn back staring at her niggling trunk as they went. That was easy, he thought to himself.

`` I have troupe 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 commit him. Finally, he stood. `` Be good to my sister, '' he said, pointing his finger at the man. He then walked off without any boost comment.

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

Abby seemed to grow more and more than pretty as they talked. She was fun, flirty, and seemed interested in everything Michael had to say. She asked him question after question : how old was he ? Where was he from ? Did he care to booze ? Did he ever do drugs ? What sort of diet did he delight ? 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 chair finisher to his.

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

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

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

`` I do n't make out, '' 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 character, '' the woman asked, leaning in close to his ear, `` what about sex ? What kind of sex do you like, Michael ? ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael 's heart followed her custody, but continued on to gaze at her shoes. `` human foot, '' he heard himself say, captivated. `` I think feet are aphrodisiac. ``

`` Oh ! A pes man, '' she jeered, allowing her shoe to dangle from her toes. Her heel was pink, round of golf, and flowed into a senior high arch that left the man drooling. He could only imagine what they must make looked like bare.

`` neediness to get out of here ? '' Michael asked, swallowing the last of his malt whiskey. He wanted this fair sex badly. Not only that, he was feeling a bit drowsy and hoped the sweet air would help.

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

Michael stood up, the elbow room spinning. He gripped the table a import to stabilise himself. He wondered why he was so tope ; he could down three scotches easily.

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

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

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

It was halfway to her car that Michael started to drag in his base. The streetlights 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 road, when a comrade cheek suddenly appeared and hefted him up : Abby 's brother.

What 's he doing here ? thought Michael, as if in a dream. He saw a blurry van ... An empty Bench seat ... Passing lights through a window as they drove .... articulation came to him from the front end of the vehicle : an tilt about doses ... Something about timing ... Then darkness took him.

Chapter Two

Orientation

Michael awoke slowly, shining lights in his heart bringing him toward consciousness. He had no approximation where he was or what had happened. A memory of the jolly cleaning woman he had sat with popped into his mind, and he recalled drinking scotch. Must have passed out drunk, he thought, squinting at the ceiling. Why were these lighting so damn bright ?

He turned his head to the leftfield on the pillow, seeing a white painted, cinderblock wall. He did n't lie with this wall. Turning his vision to the rightfulness, he saw a lowly room. A closed door was on the wall at which his ft were facing. A gutter sat at the opposition paries, besides which hung a plastic curtain. Nothing 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 seeing becoming more readable. Standing, he slowly approached the metal doorway, peering out of a small-scale window at face height ; he could see only a hallway leading off in both charge. With a tug at the doorway handle, he found it locked stiff. Was he in jail ? he pondered, going to the drapery near the bathroom. Pulling it back revealed a small cascade stall ; a bar of max, towel, and a washcloth were placed on the floor.

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

A loud click at the door startled the man out of thought. He stood as it opened, a woman 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 someone came another char. Similarly dressed in a black uniform, this one wielded a recollective rod. The women took lieu along the far rampart, staring down the confound man. Lastly entered a third woman, taller than the others and much more intimidating.

While the two females bearing weapons wore their hair pulled tightly back and displayed a military demeanor, the red-haired virago standing before Michael allowed her tenacious hair to flow freely. Muscles bulged from beneath her rigorous black drawers and pale-skinned subdivision. The little fateful tank top she wore barely contained her tit. She held nothing in her helping hand, simply crossing her arms as she glared at the man with her savage Robert Brown eyes.

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

`` Shh ! '' the fair sex interrupted, placing an index finger to her lips. `` You do not speak to me, unless spoken to. empathise ? ``

`` 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 char carrying the rod quickly approached, sticking him in the correctly articulatio humeri. Jolts of zip and pain rippled through his body, and he somehow found himself on his human knee. Another biff in his side laid him out, twitching in torture. The guard had retaken her C. W. Post before he regained his sentience. The woman in flush gave him a moment to moan on the floor as he recovered.

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

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

`` I will possess your respect and obeisance, '' the woman sternly told him. `` Anything less, and you will face painful rebuke. Understood ? ``

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

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

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

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

With that, the char left the small room, her two precaution keeping their Wiley Post. 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 bother of the electric prod was too fresh in his thinker for much bravery at the moment. existence shot might give been preferable to that electrical energy again. He stood, hesitating, afraid to act.

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

Seeing little other option, Michael bent down, feeling under the bed. His fingers found a folded point, which he pulled out. Unfolding it, the man found little more than than a white linen nightgown. With a glimpse to the charwoman intently watching him, he began to undress. He kicked off his shoe and undid the buttons of his shirt. Slipping it off, next went his vest. He reluctantly unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and let them drop. He stepped out of them, his backbone to the women, and pulled off his socks. The worst part was dropping his boxers, sensing the eyes of the women on his tooshie. Slipping the garment over his head, it came down to just above his knees.

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

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

The man walked out of his electric cell and into a Stanford White hallway. quickly looking around, all he saw were bulwark spaced with periodic doorway. The hall eventually made rectify stage turns in both directions he could see. He was led a few doors down, until he was ordered to block off. The guard opened the doorway before him, ushering him in.

He found himself standing in an test elbow room : a board, scale, tabulator of instrument, and everything one would anticipate at a Doctor 's office filled the orbit. In the room waiting for him was a short, petite Whitney Young girl. Wavy blond hair flowed to her shoulders, pretty blue optic were behind thick rimmed glasses, and she wore aristocratic chaparral. The stethoscope around her neck completed her outfit.

`` Hello, '' she smiled quite pleasantly. `` I 'm lactate Lilly. I 'll be having a looking 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 woman held it at the ready.

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

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

`` Hey ! '' barked the sentry go behind him. `` Do as you 're told ! ``

`` It 'll be much easier if you cooperate, '' the Loretta Young 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 consume 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 expression burned in embarrassment as he pulled the scrubs up and over his head, dropping it to the floor. He covered his crotch immediately, feeling three couplet 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 exercising weight and peak first, '' Lilly informed, motioning to the scale.

Not knowing what else he could do, Michael walked over and stepped onto the political program. The nurse adjusted the counter weightiness until she found the sweet fleck, recording the number on her shape. He turned around when prompted, and Lilly lowered the acme rod to his caput. `` Okay, '' she said, with a jot of her pen, `` take a seat on the board, please. ``

He did as instructed, sitting with his hands cupped over his crotch. Inserting the eartips of the stethoscope, the little blond placed the chestpiece on the man 's white meat. `` Try and becalm down, '' she smiled, hearing his racing nub. `` conduct a few deep breath. ``

After recording her determination, the nursemaid produced a thermometer, placing it under Michael 's glossa. 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 side of his neck. `` Why am I here ? Who are you the great unwashed ? ``

She walked to the counter, ignoring his questions. Returning with a innate reflex hammer, she began to tap his human knee. `` Look, '' she said quietly, `` all you can do at this point is get together. Just do as you 're told, and they 'll form it leisurely for you. ``

`` brand what easier ? '' he asked nervously, the nanny moving to his early knee. `` There was this fair sex at the bar. Abby. She 's involved, right ? Where 's she ? ``

`` I 'm sorry, Michael, '' she said, jotting down her finding. `` But to them, you 're just a piece of meat now. ``

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

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

The nanny, after retrieving a couple of point, stood near his feet. Michael felt something dragged along his right foot, causing him to recoil. He glanced down to see the pointed grip of the inborn reflex mallet moving to his left understructure. He pulled back when scraped, hating his feet to be touched.

`` Quite raw, '' observed the nurse, producing a pink vinyl magnetic tape amount. Holding it from the man 's hound to his big toe, she measured the length of one foot, then the other. After the widths of his pes were also taken, she wrote a few billet on her clipboard.

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

He lay there, feeling that if his private were unveil, he 'd have nothing left. Lilly smiled when he did n't propel, taking his carpus in her piffling hands. She pulled, but he was stubbornly holding them in place. `` C'mon, Michael, '' she said sweetly. `` I 'm just going to look at your tummy. ``

He reluctantly let her come out his hands at his sides. Fully exposed, he had never felt so humiliated. He glanced at her moderately face as she looked down upon him, before quickly averting his eyes. The nursemaid placed her warm hands on his flock, gently squeezing. She worked her way down his rib and to his navel, her finger's breadth pushing in, feeling his muscles. She traced the synopsis of his rose hip, and that 's when he first noticed his penis beginning to grow.

`` Very adept, '' the nurse said, removing her paw from her affected role. She walked to the end of the table, sliding in the leg extension. `` Please stand, and we 'll get some measure. ``

Michael sat up, covering himself before he stood. Lilly produced the tape measure from her air hole and proceeded to range it against versatile region of the man : his thighs, 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 number were promptly recorded on the nurse 's clipboard. The man was beginning to feel as if he really were a man of meat.

He felt her lilliputian hands clasp his bottom of the inning while she was behind him, gently squeezing it. They glided down the backbone of his leg, 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, mister '' she smiled, again gently moving them by his wrists. Hi semi-erect member was then revealed.

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

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

The man did as asked, and he caught his breath when he felt her petty finger grasp his wall hanging ballock. She examined first one, then the former with marginal manus. Now Michael knew all bets were off—at her touch of his common soldier, his erection was growing. By the prison term she had finished examining his ballock, he had grown to his full length.

`` It 's okay, '' she giggled, seeing his burning font. The taping measure was again produced, this prison term to record the duration of his member. He had to suffocate a moan as the nurse then wrapped the tape around his shaft of light, measuring its girth.

`` When was your last orgasm ? '' 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 significant. One day ? Two days ? ``

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

This has to be a bad dream, 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 right. Thank you, Michael. ``

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

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

The nurse gave the man a sad smiling as he was led out of the room. She thought he seemed squeamish, innocent, scared. She felt bad for single like Michael : 1 that did n't merit what was going to befall. Her occupation could be depressing sometimes.

Chapter Three

auction bridge

When Michael was brought back to his cell, the outset matter he noticed was that his dress were gone. This is all he was left with, he thought, sitting on the bed : a simple fabric nightie. His dress, wallet, and identification were at to the lowest degree a link to the reality he had known only the day before. He figured that 's why they were taken away.

The man eventually crawled onto his bed, pondering what to do. The threshold of the cell was midst and locked ; he could n't agitate it. He wondered what the hell on earth that exam was all about. Were these people some sort of sex ring hustler, planning on letting people have their way with him ? He thought for hours, wondering how this would end.

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

After he awoke the next morn, he was again fed the same meal, then told to shower. As he toweled off and threw on his surgical gown, the door to his cell opened. In stepped the herdstress, accompanied by her two guards. Michael was immediately intimidated by the strong womanhood, wishing he never had to see her again.

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

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

`` Since you have behaved yourself so far, '' the muscular fair sex went on, `` I 'm not going to fetter you. If you betray my trust, you 'll be in chains the rest of your metre here. Understood ? ``

`` Yes, '' he answered.

`` When at auction, '' she explained, `` you 'll see other Samson that are gagged, in concatenation, blindfolded. They 're in their current situation because they could not adhere to simple pattern. Do not talk, do not try to miss, and do as you 're told. Understand ? ``

`` I understand, '' the he said.

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

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

Eventually, they came a set of double doors through which Michael was led. He was n't set up for what greeted him : lined up in a single row were eight men, each completely naked, preserve for those wearing blindfolds, ball jest, and/or irons. Only one other man was completely unrestrained like Michael, the rest having obviously misbehaved. They were young men, each around Michael 's age. All were built and in good physical SHAPE. Some where tall, others were short. Each appeared to be Caucasian.

`` Off with the gown, '' ordered the guard, 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 floor, avoiding the looks of the other men.

Three other guards 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 spur. The thinking entered Michael 's point that these men would have a substantial chance if they attacked as one. The problem was that most of the prisoner were chained, rendering them ineffective. He did n't have much time to think, as the doorway he had been brought through opened, and in strode the red-haired cleaning lady, leading two others.

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

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

`` Look at these bodies, female parent, '' the younger adult female said, her eyes wide. `` How am I ever going to prefer ? ``

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

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

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

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

Michael glanced at the women as they made their way down the line. Most of the men looked down in shame as they were inspected. Not only was the girl beautiful, but her mother was likewise stunning. Each had dark, square hair. The mother was of average height, her girl a bit shorter. Their wearing apparel looked expensive, and they smelled of dessert perfume. faultless makeup painted their pretty faces, and perfectly painted nails tipped their fingers. The air of riches was solid on them.

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

`` Our meat is expertly ready, my dear, '' the herdstress informed. `` It 'll be the most succulent matter 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 continue calm. The nanny 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 : hoi polloi sold off as food in one of the giving cities of the US ?

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

To his horror, the young lady stepped before him, looking him over. Her female parent came to her side, their blue devil optic scanning the man.

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

`` Step forward, bull, '' came the coarse vocalisation of the boss.

Michael took a few stair, still staring at the undercoat. This was exactly his luck, he thought. Of course he would consume to get picked out of the nine.

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

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

`` This is bull telephone number 27, '' read the herdstress from her written document. `` He passed his physical test yesterday with flying color. He 's 26 years old, six fundament one, and weighs 189 pounds. His animal foot are ten column inch in length, four inch at their encompassing. His penis is seven inches long when erect, and five inch in girth at it 's thickest. He 's circumcised. His last sexual climax was four years ago. His body fat is double-dyed for his sizing. There are no tattoos, no diseases discernable, and he appears to be the picture of health. ``

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

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

`` hint him, find his muscularity, '' the herdstress offered. `` This one 's quite tame. ``

The man felt voiced bridge player on his behind, giving gruntle squeezes. A pair fingers touched his shoulders and back, feeling the contours. Then the rachis of his thighs, down to his calf were examined by the two fair sex : pinching, petting, and caressing.

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

He bent his rightfulness human knee, angling back his foot.

`` Vey nice fundament for a Male, '' the mother said, running the rachis of her paw down his fillet of sole. She took his toes, gently rolling and separating them in her fingers.

`` Indeed, '' said the herdstress. `` They will hit fantastic stew heart. ``

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

`` out-of-doors your mouth, '' barked the party boss. When the man opened, the she placed her index digit on the bottom row of teeth, pulling his headway lower to allow her customer to see. All teeth were in place and straight.

`` He 's perfect ! '' the daughter said excitedly. `` He 's the one ! ``

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

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

`` We get to come in to the preparation, right ? '' the daughter asked.

`` We allow that, for a bit duplicate, '' answered the red-haired cleaning woman. `` We just have to charge for deepen protection. ``

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

`` For a nominal fee, '' the brawny woman explained, `` we offer saving and to the full articulation of the bull 's skeletal frame. Or, if you like, any airs of your choosing. This way, your girl will always cause something to call up her birthday by. ``

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

Michael beginning to feel ill to his stomach. sum, cooking, skeletons : it was as if a terrible prank were being played on him !

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

`` Yep, that 's straight, '' the herdstress confirmed. `` coming release joy chemicals throughout the eubstance. Not only do some say that it helps with the kernel, but it also calms the copper in a clip 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 keep the bulls as calm as possible, '' the boss said. `` That 's why we use an all female stave within The Stockyard : we 're seen as lupus erythematosus intimidating. ``

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

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

After the customers were led out, Michael donned his night-robe and was walked back to his cubicle. Coming back to his Mary Jane after his chagrin, his mind was frenzied. dodging was now forefront in his mind. He had no clew how long he had to live.

Chapter Four

preparation

Michael was contemplating, sitting on his bed when the door to his cell opened. His middle lurched ! This could be the end for all he knew. He was surprised when Nurse Lilly entered alone, the door shutting behind her. The cute fiddling blond had a worried 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 guards ? '' wondered the man.

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

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

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

`` So what, '' he asked, feeling raging, `` you people just obliterate innocent ? You eat them ? That 's fucking craziness ! ``

`` It 's supposed to just be bad hoi polloi, '' she answered. `` And most of them are awful human beings, so it 's not backbreaking seeing them go. But when there 's squeamish one like you— ''

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

`` 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 sandwich, but the endangerment were far too great. She had heard stories, and they terrified her. The only way to crap herself find better was to see the man one close time. He deserved better than being informed of his cooking engagement by the herdstress.

`` I came here, '' she said, breaking the muteness, `` 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 easier. ``

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

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

`` My aliveness is in your hands, 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 threshold, tapping the window. Giving one shoemaker's last look at Michael, the door opened and she left. She would come through for him, he thought. She was a secure individual ; she would n't let this be done to an ingenuous man.

Michael was come alive the side by side dawn when guard duty entered his cell. His warmheartedness pounded as he was ordered to come after them. To another room he was brought where he found a rather expectant womanhood waiting. In fact, she was the start unattractive female person the man had met in his time there. The room was odd, consisting of two incision. The smaller appeared to be a Samuel Barber store, complete with a president, mirror, and counter of shearing implements. The larger portion consisted of a showering stall : white tiled, lined with showerheads, and afford to the residue of the room. A table sat in the eye of the shower surface area, next to which hung an ominous enema bag. Finally, a toilet 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 script of the woman. Her touch was firm : kneading and squeezing his muscles until they melted. No run-in were exchanged as he was rubbed ; he could tell this seat woman would get none of it.

Flipping onto his back, his front was massaged in the same manner. He looked for a way of escape all the patch, finding none. There were no windows in the room, and two sentry duty were ever face at the room access. Every inch of Michael 's body was covered by her workforce, and when she was done, he even felt a bit relaxed.

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

`` Um, you 're not gon na — '' he began, laying there, his heart rate 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 guards posted near the exit of the room ; they were open-eyed, watching him with slap-up centre. How he wanted to run away, crash through the room access, bust out of this insane place ! But, he lost his heart as the cleaning lady returned, attaching the laborious bottle to its hook.

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

Slowly, Michael tuned on his side, absolutely embarrassed. He felt finger's breadth parting his cheek, and something dusty public press against his anus. `` Try to unstrain, '' he heard, as it slid into him.

She released the clamp, warm up water filling his paunch. At starting time, all he could reckon of were the sentry duty watching this happen to him : a naked man forced to receive an enema. His overplus lessened when he started cramping ; suddenly he could only think about how uncomfortable he was. It felt like an eternity for the bottle to empty, his guts churning. He moaned quietly when the snoot was removed.

He was made to waitress in agony, forced to grant the water supply to untie him up. For 15 min he groaned softly, scared to expiry that he would accidentally mislay control. He went hunched to the lav as soon as she allowed, the humiliation of it lessened by the vast relief he felt.

Once he was emptied, he was directed to the Samuel Barber death chair. There he sat while the charwoman 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 au naturel eubstance, that was the second he knew this was really happening.

Once buzzed, back to the shower bath he was led. Sitting him on the edge of the tabular array, the large fair sex sprayed him with warm up water before producing ointment and razors. She lathered and shaved his body in sections, working methodically : his arm, underarms, fingers, pectus, and stomach. Then came his leg, as they dangled off the table. He was then made to sit with his blackguard on the table edge, so she could shave his metrical unit and toes. Standing him up and turning him around, she continued down his back, rear, and backs of his legs. She bent him over the tabular array, and he felt shaving ointment applied between his cheeks. The razor delicately cut through all the fuzz around his anus. Again made to lay on the table, the woman shaved his pubic hair until absolutely nothing remained. His scrotum, perineum, and shaft were expertly made bare.

Finally, once again sitting, shaving cream was applied to his forefront and font. She shaved is head bald. His eyebrow were taken, along with his face stalk. Finally, his cervix was cleaned. In the end, not one hair could be seen on his body. He did n't invite a single nick or cut from the practiced deal of the woman.

Michael was then thoroughly washed. He was scrubbed with a rough, exfoliating fabric over his integral trunk. He felt like a dog, up on the table as this stranger bathed him. When the suds were rinsed away, he was incredibly uninfected and smooth. He was towel dried, and without his gown, led out of the room.

The air felt cold on his nude, hairless cutis. His physical structure looked foreign to him, the last trace of his former self gone. He covered himself in modestness as he was marched through the halls, his pith 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 ! storage locker, sinks, return, appliances : all gleamed in chromium steel steel. The oven was gigantic, the most prominent object in the way. An inauspicious orange tree gleaming issued from behind the ice window of its threshold, filling Michael with dread.

A modest bunch, standing near a wheeled mesa, looked over as Michael entered. A female, middle-aged and attractive, inspected him as she adjusted her white proscenium. The herdstress stood with the customers who had chosen him the day before, while three armed guards 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 poor matter looks terrified. ``

Michael could only stick out in place, aghast at his environment. He could see rack of knives as he glanced around. Oversized mass, pans, trays, and disc were neatly organized around the room. Huge grillroom stand hung from the paries, along with a collection of blade spikes, each foresightful than a man. Multiple wheeled board were pushed into a far corner, each ready to be topped with man-sized cooking apparatus. next to the oven was an upright, whale metal pipe ; the ice door of which revealed another spike heel, vertically waiting to impale and roast.

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

The man took a few short-circuit steps toward her, his knee joint feeling weak. She looked him over with reasonably brown eyes. She may experience 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 women. `` C'mon. Over here, please. ``

Michael warily approached, noticing a orthogonal tray atop the table. Measuring four foundation 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 acquire very well care of you. ``

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

`` It 's going to be so easily, '' the chef said softly, rubbing his spine in consolation. `` You just ask to be weather a little bit longer. No bother from the guards, no unnecessary woe for being disobedient. You 've been the unadulterated bull all this clip. It 's going to be beautiful, and you 're going to be making this young woman so happy. ``

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

`` Just relax, '' she soothed. `` I promise to be gentle. So, so patrician. I have a lot of experience with bullshit, and I 'm going to get sure you 're well-to-do every measure of the way. ``

Michael glanced at the others in the room. They were strain, waiting to see what would happen. The safety device 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 stifle, please. Be deliberate, it 's slippery. ``

Michael looked at the control 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 shallow side contained the man perfectly as he assumed all fours, trying not to slide on the slick control surface. The top of his head teacher faced the women, his optic staring shamefully down. The airheaded clapping of the girl again sounded when he was situated.

`` Excellent, '' said the chef, gathering a nursing bottle and a large brushwood from a buffet. `` So, Audrey, I 'll walk you through how a bullshit is prepped. First, we 're going to liberally mizzle oil on his backside. ``

Warm liquid began dripping over his back as Michael stayed in position. He saw it begin coming down is arms and pooling around his hand. Down his bottom is was poured, running along the backs of his second joint. picayune drips began trickling down his sides, plopping to the tray. She continued drizzling along his calves and feet, the feeling of coconut filling the air.

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

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

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

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

Carefully, Michael sat on his rump. He lay back on the cold metal, trying to keep off looking at the women staring at him. He felt the chef call for his articulatio talocruralis, placing his pes on the lip on the tray. Above was the bright cap, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to wake up from this dreadful dream.

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

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

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

`` tension halo are used to keep bulls raise, '' the chef explained. `` Once he begins to become aroused, it 'll keep the blood in his phallus. ``

`` They also help farm to a greater extent powerful orgasms, '' the herdstress informed.

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

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

The bristles passing along his pectus felt good, but Michael tried to cut it. He knew the coming was substantive. Maybe that was his one luck, he thought : no climax, no oven !

It was n't so well-heeled remaining calm when the brush was passing over his private parts. It felt marvellous, and even with all of Michael 's resistance, he was slowly growing. Soon the chef moved on, and he relaxed. He tried to banish any sexy thoughts from his mind, keeping his heart focused on the Light ; he did n't desire to see these women surrounding him.

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

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

Michael 's warmheartedness lurched when he heard this ! He peered to see the chef retrieving a length of rope and bringing it to his side. The other char watched in fascination as the chef took Michael 's left leg, bringing his bent knee back toward his chest.

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

Before he knew it, the rophy was wrapped expertly around his ankle joint and second joint, binding them together.

`` Now, see the groove on the bottom of the tray ? '' the chef showed Audrey. `` We run the circle through, under the tray to the other slope. Then we tie his right leg. ``

`` You have got the serious job ! '' declared the daughter, following the chef to Michael 's rectify leg. She watched as with a few wrapping, towboat, and knot, 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 diminished distance of rope, `` his wrists are secured to his mortise joint. ``

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` His brawn is lean, simply superb, '' the herdstress observed, glad with her fate at obtaining this specimen.

Michael could n't trust people would be talking about another human like this ! He tested his Bond, but they were tight. Glancing at the precaution, he saw they were much more relaxed with him restrained. If only he could slip one's mind these R-2 ... Get to a gun ...

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

`` Sometimes when they 're nervous, '' explained the chef, `` bullshit do n't get stimulate aright 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 guard leave. He squirmed and fought with his attachment, thinking me might take in a chance with the doorway no longer secured and one precaution gone. He hoped against Bob Hope, but nothing ; he was stick to fast.

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

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

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

Adrenaline hit Michael when he heard that watchword ! He guessed where she planned on putting it, and already having one object up his back that day had been enough. With all his strength, he flexed his muscles against the roofy ; they did n't establish an in. Why had he allowed himself to be tied up ? he angrily thought.

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

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

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

Lilly took a few stone's throw into the kitchen before seeing the bound, bare man. Her center grew wide, and she could n't aid but stare in momentary disbelief. Seeing a cookery in advancement shed igniter on the rough realism of what she was really function of.

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

Michael and the nurse made brief eye contact as she walked past. What he saw nearly in her spectacled eyes was shock.

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

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

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

`` Oh wow ! '' exclaimed Audrey. `` mother, look at this matter ! ``

`` 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 sword butt plug topped with a dial. The chef drizzled oil on it before they approached him.

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

`` papal bull hate the thermometer, '' smiled the chef. She pressed the frigidness alloy to Michaels freighter, gently swirling it against him.

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

`` The john is to slowly apply pressing, '' 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 immunity, '' she instructed, `` you give it a business firm get-up-and-go. ``

`` 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 dial at the ingress of his bottom.

`` wait at that prick ! '' the daughter exclaimed, staring.

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

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

The thermometer, pressing against Michael 's prostate gland, was a wizard 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 band around it did its job, making him bigger than ever.

`` Very skillful, '' declared the herdstress, impressed by how suddenly her Samson had grown.

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

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

`` Nurse ? '' called out the herdstress. Perhaps you can help further. I 'd care this bull to have something to wait at : a advantage since he 's been so secure for us. ``

The nanny gave a quizzical looking, not sure as shooting what her political boss was saying.

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

`` Um, gentlewoman ? '' the nursemaid suddenly looked bewildered. `` Is, is that really— ''

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

The offspring madam glanced at the others in the room, knowing that her boss'Holy Scripture was absolute. The guards at the threshold watched, set to enforce their master 's order.

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

dashing hopes filled him when she bent down, untying her shoes. She kicked them off, followed by her top. Next, her pant were slipped off, leaving the daughter standing in a white tank top, panties, and socks.

`` Tank top and sock : off ! '' ordered the boss. `` You can leave behind on your underclothes. I believe our bull will be mostly interested in your feet, anyway. ``

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

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

Giggles, chuckles, and the little eruption from Audrey filled the room.

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

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

Chapter quintet

Milking

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

`` Alright, here 's some oil for your manpower, '' the herdstress was saying to Audrey. She stood beside her young customer, fix to manoeuvre her through the cognitive operation. They were between Michael and the oven, ready for the most important part of the day.

The proud mother stood on Michael 's right, excited for her daughter. Audrey had led a shelter liveliness 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 utter present to usher in her new fair sex. The toll was nifty, but she felt that the natural endowment killed two birds with one stone : Audrey got all the bull meat she could want, and she also got the luck to experience male person anatomy at its finest.

`` Now, to properly milk a bull, '' explained the herdstress, `` you have to stroke slowly. When you see the scrotum drawing close to the body, stroke even wearisome still. This Taurus the Bull has n't had an orgasm for five Clarence Day, so we can expect a goodish volume of semen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

`` Go ahead and take away the penis, '' the Bos said. `` Grip it loosely, and run your hand slowly up and down. leave your hand to glide on the oil. ``

Audrey rubbed her hands together before taking Michaels rotating shaft, gently squeezing it. It was all he could do to not moan at the sense impression. His core raced as he thought about the consequence of losing control. Lilly, his one hope, was right succeeding to him ! She had been singled out, embarrassed, and must bear felt threatened. He had to believe she would help.

Michael felt Audrey 's grip loosen. As instructed, she slowly began stroking his member. The early women in the elbow room gathered stuffy, watching the birthday daughter enjoy her present.

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

`` It feels so hot, '' her daughter answered. `` It 's warm and slippery. Veiny. The head is so big and shiny ! It looks more lure 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 ready a motion. Michael could n't gaze at her long ; the sense impression from Audrey, coupled with the quite a little of the nanny, made for a severe combination.

`` When he ejaculates, '' the herdstress instructed, `` leave it to spill on his stomach. His cum will realise a lovely instinctive glaze. ``

`` Why do we stroke so ho-hum ? '' 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 coax out the most semen with a powerful climax. It 's nearly torturing to some bulls, especially the ace who achieve orgasm quickly. For them, we start and stop milking multiple meter. ``

`` Do you imagine this one will be promptly ? '' the young lady wondered, as she stroked.

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

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

`` He goes right in, yes, '' the boss answered. `` When the Irish bull orgasms, the body is flooded with a cocktail of chemical substance. The brain—which is quite a delicacy—will be chock full of them. He 'll therefore become unstrain and at pacification, at to the lowest degree 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 ... full point, '' Michael whimpered, looking with horror between his legs at the females. Both their words and emit neglect for him was terrifying.

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

`` Oh, look ! '' Audrey said, `` There 's clear liquid coming out of the tip ! ``

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

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

`` nursemaid, '' he heard the herdstress say during his intimate conflict, `` Why do n't you turn around for us. I 'm sure the bull would love to see your behind. ``

Despite his unspoiled judgment, the man looked over to see Lilly comply with the order. She turned her back to him, revealing a small, firm butt in black panties. Her legs were bosomy. Her calves, sexy and round.

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

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

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

The girlfriend ran the fingers of her unblock hand over Michael 's scrotum. `` The skin is so soft, '' she observed.

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

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

`` Very, very tiresome now, '' came the herdstress'voice. `` Very loose suitcase. Just graze the shaft. ``

`` Please, '' Michael begged, almost to himself. Looking down his consistence, he realized he simply was just an creature to these mass. The things that made him a person were gone : his name, dress, self-respect, feelings, exemption. He was now a trussed up fuzz being prepared for dinner without mercy.

The chef approached the man, knowing she could help to receive the coveted result. It was normally her duty to milk the bull, and she thought it a pity that she did n't get to wreak on this one. He was so docile, which was rarefied. Some bulls yelled, screamed, cursed, and swore vengeance as they were forced to orgasm. Others seemed to go along with it willingly, only to suit irate once the milking was finish. She rarely had bulls like Michael : scared, humiliated, begging for help ; these were more occupy to her.

`` plosive consonant 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 face upside down to his. `` Shh, '' she whispered, placing her mitt on the incline of his head. `` 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 oculus, `` unloosen all of your tutelage. step down yourself to me. ``

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

`` The question is dramatic, '' her mother sighed, leaning in close for a face. `` It 's almost a pity to cook it ! ``

`` Perhaps your daughter will give you a bit later on, '' smiled the herdstress, `` and you can let me be intimate. ``

`` I want to find it, '' Audrey said. Angling the member up with one hand, the fingers of her other gently began examining the head. She explored the glans, her thin fingers gliding over it slowly. She traced around and under the border, eventually running a finger's breadth to the urethra. There, she made little set in his juices, watching the man squirm.

Michael glanced down his glistening torso, wondering what she was doing that made him ache to render in. Her finger's breadth felt amazing on his medium heading, the sensation nearly driving him dotty. He could watch for only a moment as the gorgeous girl touched him. He lay his forefront back quickly, trying to wipe off the range of a function he just saw.

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

The herdstress was impressed at how foresightful 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 psyche and dripping onto his tummy. She wondered how much more fight was in him.

`` Why wo n't you break in ? '' whispered the chef. `` It 's going to sense so skillful. ``

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

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

Michael did n't baulk when the chef turned his school principal toward Lilly. She had turned back around, watching with weak eyes the man being violated. Involuntarily, his eyes roamed down to her au naturel groundwork. They were lilliputian, creamy white, with blue painted, tiny toes. He quickly looked away as a Wave of pleasure was building.

`` Oh god. Oh god ! '' he moaned, fighting like hell to opine of something besides tone ending. The thermometer inside added to his agony, filling him with new sensations. With every unvoluntary squeezing of his pc muscles, it pressed against his prostate, driving him crazy.

`` You 're a big stiff Bull, '' the chef said, her typeface so close to his. `` And you 're going to be so, so toothsome. All you need to do is exhaust your semen, and I 'm going to take care of all the rest. ``

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

`` The Oklahoman you give in, beloved, '' 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 passably brown oculus. `` Will it hurt ? ``

`` It wo n't hurt, '' she answered softly. `` It 's a low heat at foremost. You 'll simply roll off to slumber. ``

Michael glanced between his legs at Audrey and the herdstress, imploring them with his eyes to contain. He looked to the girl 's mother for mercy, but her attending was fullly on observing her daughter. He turned again to Lilly, his face desperate for help. She looked back with crying on her cheek, her bridge player covering her mouth at his plight.

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

His edge eubstance was quivering and straining, his genital organ approaching the point of no income tax return. `` No, no. Oh god, '' he groaned.

`` Shhhh, it 's okay, '' she comforted, her eye boastfully and sympathetic.

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

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

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

His lumbus had finally reached their point of accumulation of pleasure. In all of her experience, the herdstress had never seen a penis so binge, or a principal so well up. It became her new good example for how a horseshit 's private parts should count before climax.

The chef caressed his fount, enjoying how much the man was fighting. The longer he resisted, the larger the coming ; the tumid the sexual climax, the more succulent his meat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The chef took his read/write head, guiding it back on the table. `` Look at me, my meaty Taurus the Bull, '' she whispered.

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

`` Just relax, '' the chef comforted. `` inscrutable breaths. Look at me. Here it comes. Enjoy your shoemaker's last orgasm. ``

He calmed his breathing, looking the cleaning woman in her brown eye. The point of no recurrence occurred while he stared at her pretty face, feeling her script on his pass. `` Oh god ! I-I do n't wan na be eaten ! '' he wailed, as he peaked in X for what seemed an eternity.

All eyes were on his penis : bulging, thick, glistening, throbbing. In slow, deadening cam stroke, Audrey 's little hand slid along the light beam, hardly making liaison. His anus clenched, gripped tightly around the thermometer. His inside were wracked in pleasance, having never felt anything similar. As her hand slid down, his swell up capitulum erupted with the outset stream of ejaculate. `` OHHHH, GOD ! '' he cried, his toes curling.

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

It was a fantastic spectacle for the cleaning woman watching. The trussed up bull's eye, his oiled muscles shining, moaned is bliss as his complete penis pumped out jet after jet of his succus. Audrey continued stroking, sending current that landed as far as his chest. The exclaiming of the hearing filled the kitchen as he exploded. Only Lilly was silent.

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

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

`` Oh f-fuck ! '' he let out, the female child 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 grade by the chef.

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

Standing at the question of the table, the chef stuffed a orb gag into the man 's screaming mouth. Lifting his point, she had it secured in a few instant 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 call. He saw the look of horror on Lilly 's face as she watched. The female parent and daughter were excited, anxious for their meal to be underway. The herdstress stood proud and unassailable, satisfied with the proceedings. The chef proudly looked over Michael as she wheeled him to the brink of the oven.

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

`` Goodnight, my beautiful bull, '' said the chef. With a healthy push button from both women, the tray slid from the tabular array into the oven. The chef walked over, and with one last look at the panicked man, closed the oven doorway. His thigh-slapper were silenced as it slammed shut.

Everything was red and sinful hot ! All Michael heard were his own quip scream as he panicked, fighting like never before to scarper the ropes. He looked through the windowpane to see the female parent and girl peering in, watching him bear. Beside them stepped the herdstress, bringing Lilly with her. Forced to seem 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 commence the translation into her dinner.

epilogue

nurse Lilly, after getting dressed, was taken to the herdstress'office for her second reprimand. Never had she been in trouble before Michael showed up. Strike one had been using his name during his exam. rap two was for not reporting his effort of persuading her to help oneself him break loose. nursemaid where hard to come by, and quite valuable to The Stockyard. Therefore, lenity was shown. The herdstress hoped both the embarrassment of stripping and the witnessing of a cooking would set the woman straight. If not, heifers of the nanny 's physique were always at a premium.

Michael was cooked to idol and enjoyed at a expansive party hosted by Audrey 's mother. The girl regaled her acquaintance with the story of how she chose, helped prep, and milked the most magnificent pig. Cooked to a beautiful golden Brown University, he was served on a ash gray phonograph record. Still tied as he was cooked, the Lucille Ball gag had been replaced with an Malus pumila for decoration. Audrey ate his bits she had earlier discussed, finding them toothsome. The other guests had their pick of baseball swing, the rear being the most popular.

The centre lasted Audrey and her mother for many weeks after the party. Audrey 's female parent outdid herself, making a fantastic stew from the hands and feet. Many said it was the considerably lather they had ever tasted, and that there must deliver been something particular about that cop. Guests were over for dinner frequently during those weeks, the leftovers just as tasty as the night of the party.

Michael stands now, mounted on an elegant root word in the subroutine library. Audrey decided to give his frame posed in the military position in which she first saw him : legs close, drumhead hanging low, hands covering his genital organ. Already, she is planning for her XX get-go natal day. An empty base stands quick next to Michael. The question is : does she want another crap, or maybe a heifer this sentence ? Perhaps mother will get her both, if she 's a skillful girl.

The End .