Byron couldn’t help but wonder where all these canisters of man butter were going. He’d heard a rumor from one of the other studs that their milkings were commissioned by a nearby convent of fetish nuns. His fellow cum slave claimed to have seen one of the Sisters in black latex visit and inspect the facility. The whole story seemed rather unlikely to Byron, but given the reality he found himself living, it didn’t feel impossible either.
He wondered what would be on the agenda today when the milking was done. Building fences? Pulling plows? Naked? In latex? In full leather horse tack? Sometimes the handlers would single out one milk stud and make him the unicorn of the day. That man would be dressed as a pink or purple pony and be given especially harsh treatment. Normally this was reserved as a punishment, but sometimes one of the stable Mistresses just felt like inflicting it on their charge.
Two fresh snaps of latex announced that Mistress Jessie was back. Byron turned to see her pulling on fresh gloves as she prepared for round three. Was his break over already? Byron looked down at his half hard cock and bloated balls. It didn’t feel like he had another deluge of semen in him at the moment, but he knew Jessie would coax it out of him before long.
It would be uncomfortable at first, especially after two rounds of milking in a row. The third one was always punishing at the outset, but eventually it would feel wonderful. The final climax was always the most intense.
“Now, to get you primed…”
Jessie lifted the remote and turned the setting up to eight out of ten. The toy in Byron’s ass buzzed back to life, this time much more aggressively. Earlier, it had only been at a four.
“MMMPPPPPHHHHGGGMMMMM!!!”
His chain rattled as Byron jolted in the stall. He almost fell down, which would’ve knocked over the cum receptacle in the process, but he managed to steady himself and avoid disaster.
*SPLURT*
Jessie pressed down on the lube dispenser, ejecting a mound of Mega Milkers patented aphrodisiac cream into her left palm. She rubbed her gloved hands together, spreading the thick sludge all over her fingers before sitting back down on the milking stool.
“Alright, 17. One more time!”
She took hold of his warm, sticky equipment and went to work, slathering the buttery substance all over his cock and scrotum. Her hands slid over his flesh and Bryan’s organs responded immediately. His penis grew in her gentle grip, stiffening rapidly as his balls relaxed in the wake of her latex massage.
“That’s right. Byron the bitch boy! Get hard for Mistress again! Let’s make this a big one!”
* * * * *
The gentle hum of chirping crickets serenaded Byron as he found himself back in his bed. It had been a long day and he was completely exhausted. The room was dark aside from the gentle glow of the television. He watched some lame game show on a public access channel as his eyelids drooped.
After the morning meal, he’d been dressed in full leather with plenty of pony play accessories. He’d spent most of the afternoon helping move equipment and materials for the farm’s renovation efforts, but there were fun and games as well. After all that, a day’s worth of mud and grime was hosed off him before dinner. Then came his second milking of the day.
Now, finally, he was able to rest. Soon, he’d put his earbuds in and let the sweet feminine voice of the farm’s conditioning settle into his brain as he slept.
*knock knock knock*
Byron looked to the door, surprised that someone would come calling this late. Before he could say anything, it opened and in stepped his handler for the second time that day. She looked different than usual; no longer dressed for work. In her brown, hide overcoat, leather bustier and tight blue jeans it looked like she’d been enjoying a night on the town with her fellow stable Dommes.
Jessie closed the door behind her and turned to him. The mischief in her smile matched the twinkle in her eyes. She carried only a small leather shoulder bag with her.
“Hello, slut. You had quite a day, so I thought I’d come check on you.”
Byron sat up and nodded to her. “Good evening, Mistress. Is there something I can do for you?”
“How nice of you to ask” she replied as she moved to the TV and shut it off. The odd couple were cast into darkness. Now, he could see only her outline in the soft glimmer of moonlight from the window. “As a matter of fact, there is.”
“How may I be of service?”
Jessie set down her bag and extracted her arms from the coat before folding it and tossing it aside on a chair. She undid her pants and pulled them down as she spoke. Her boots were pulled off and kicked aside along with her panties.
“There’s only so many times a woman can do this work before wanting more… Wanting to know what it feels like.”
“What it feels like?”
Jessie snickered at his youthful innocence. “To have one of you inside me. To feel the dam burst while in the throes of ecstasy. I’ve wanted it for a while now, but I was waiting for the right stud.”
Byron’s mouth opened. He was speechless as he watched the curvy, darkened figure before him unhook her bra and toss it aside. Next, she reached down and grabbed something from her bag. Byron heard the familiar clinks and jangles of cold steel.
Jessie moved to the bedside and gazed down at him. “Lay back and put your hands above your head.”
Byron followed her commands, spreading himself out and placing his wrists above the pillow. Jessie reached down and secured one wrist in the handcuffs before winding them around the metal housing of the headboard and securing the other.
*CRRIIICKK-CRICK*
“Open your mouth” she instructed.
Byron opened wide, presenting his tongue to her obediently. He heard a familiar crinkle as Jessie produced on of the familiar medication tabs. She broke it open, extracted the pill and dropped it in Byron’s mouth.
“Swallow.”
Byron had long suspected the medication was some kind of performance enhancer. Whether it was specifically to enhance semen production or it had other effects on his physiology he wasn’t sure. He just knew it felt wonderful once the meds kicked in. In just a few minutes, he would be euphoric.
Jessie placed her hands on his chest. She pushed him down, taking hold of his upper body as she slid onto the bed and straddled him. Byron could feel her warmth all over, but especially the heat of her dripping sex. She worked herself up and down his midsection as she groped at his strong arms and firm pecs, reveling in the fresh control of her bound cum slave.
“You make a fine pony #17, but I’ve watched you closely. I know you don’t like the barn. You don’t want to move there, do you?”
“…No, Mistress.” he admitted reluctantly.
She grabbed his chin. “It’s okay. I bring good news. You can avoid that fate, if I so choose.”
“Mistress?” he asked, gazing up into her shimmering eyes.
“Each of us is allowed to take one slave for our own. That lucky stud may stay in our quarters, serving us loyally and retaining some amount of human dignity.”
Jessie pressed her soft ass cheeks back on Byron’s rapidly rising staff. She slid her soft crack up and down his phallus, the fleshy length hardening until it felt like it would burst. His scrotum twitched below, growing more plump by the second as the drug began to take effect. Normally, his sack would swell slowly through the night as he rested. This was the first time he’d taken three doses in a single day. Byron hoped his body could tolerate this much sexual overclocking.
“Are you ready for your third milking, slave?” she asked, placing a finger on his lips. She pressed firmly, revealing that the question was rhetorical. “As long as you please me, you’ll be getting a third milking every day from now on.”
Her gyrating against his straining erection came to a stop. She lifted her hips at the right angle to bring her sopping wet portal to the tip of his penis. Jessie stared at him as she lowered herself down slowly. As his thick erection plunged into her velvety depths, Byron lost his mind.
“OhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
She maintained eye contact for as long as she could, but even Jessie gave way to the pleasure, cooing sensually and closing her eyes as her warmth enveloped Byron’s cock. She stayed still for a time, adjusting to his length and size while biting her lip and moaning.
Byron wanted nothing more than to thrust and buck into the gorgeous handler until he blew his swiftly building load into the depths of his Mistress. But with her weight on top of him and his arms bound, he had no leverage.
Jessie controlled the pace of their rutting. She flexed her legs; rising and falling on the milk stud’s bulging length of hot meat. As she built a slow, steady rhythm, Jessie reached down and took fresh hold of him. Her left palm was flat against his chest. Her right hand found his mouth, inserting three fingers and plunging over his soft, warm tongue. Her bare breasts bounced in the dim moonlight as she began to ride him aggressively. She was a true cow girl in the very pose that bore her title.
When she’d had her fill of dominating his mouth, she pulled her phlegmy fingers free. Byron’s moans came loud as she continued to ride his slick length of fat cock up and down. She reached for the blanket at her side and brought the corner to his mouth, stuffing it inside. Byron’s groans of bliss were stifled, if not silenced, by the makeshift muzzle.
“Can’t have you waking up the whole complex” she said in breathless exhales of growing bliss. “Should’ve brought a gag. You make such lovely noises when you’re gagged.”
Her hands found his torso and gripped his body tightly. She road him for several long minutes as the pleasure and sexual tension surged. Byron pulled on the handcuffs frantically, desperate to channel his excitement somewhere other than his steel hard cum pipe. Jessie’s silken walls slid up and down his cock exquisitely, bathing him in tight, wet bliss as her moans grew louder.
“Mmmmmmm! Yes! Give it to me! Give it to me, cum slave!”
Byron’s orgasm hit him full force, exploding like a jizzum volcano as Jessie hilted on his spewing phallus. She moaned gibberish and dug her fingers into Bryon’s flanks as her depths were filled with copious streams of hot seed. The bound milk stud moaned around the mouthful of wet blanket, his eyes rolling upward as his balls shuddered and ejected an endless stream of creamy nut up into the quivering Domina.
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