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Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental. No real people are depicted in this piece of fiction. This story contains explicit male to male sex, domination and bondage. If you don't enjoy reading this sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING. If you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't look back! And be sure that you practice safer sex. Don't become another statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates. Don't be barebacking: it's your LIFE you're playing with. This story is STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT espouse or endorse unprotected anal or oral sex!
Note to my fans: I will still be producing more installments of "Converted to cock-sucker": This story got into my head and I needed to get it out! The apparatus for milking I took from fffrankk on Xtube. If you like it, go to Xtube and check out his videos. I hope you enjoy the story. Stay tuned.
Dairy man - Chapter 5
The man cow that had been Bradley Seifert had been assimilated into Dr. Milchmann's herd for six months now. He had forgotten his name; he had forgotten he had had a life prior to his being inducted into the herd. Bradley had been estranged from his family for years, so they weren't looking for him. Before he had completely lost his will, the good doctor had made him call his employer and resign from his position on the pretext of an emergency that was taking him away from the East coast for several months. Bradley told his employer what the doctor had instructed him to say without question; his only purpose was to be obedient, to do as he was told. So no one at his former place of employment was looking for him. His erstwhile girl friends weren't looking for him; he'd never developed a serious relationship with any of them, so, as far as they were concerned, here yesterday, gone today.
Man cow Bradley, for that's what Dr. Milchmann called him, as he called all his cows by their first names, had become a top producer for the doctor's product line. Men in their mid-30s usually had adequate production, but nothing like young ones in the early 20s. But, for some reason, Bradley had turned out to be a star. Dr. Milchmann's formulas were causing Bradley to produce a total of about 10 ounces of man milk daily. His milk was taken in two milkings, as was the practice for all the herd. And, even better, Bradley's nipples were producing the most excellent quality man butter.
"I'm sure, Herr Kreutzer, that you'll find this one's vintage man butter to be exquisite. That's why it costs as much as beluga caviar. The most I get from him is 2 ounces per day. But let me give you a sample so that you know why I charge what I do."
Dr. Milchmann was speaking to one of his newer customers. The underground, and very black, market for male dairy products was very active, but very, very black. If law enforcement officials had had any idea that men were being enslaved and controlled for the purpose of obtaining their semen and their lactation products, Dr. Milchmann and the few other operators like him around the world would have found themselves in jail. But, then again, what evidence did they have to prove that these man cows were being used against their will? None had been kidnapped; they'd all come to the clinics willingly and, by now, had so little ability to communicate that they were beyond raising accusations against Dr. Milchmann and his small brotherhood of producers. Nor, by this time, would any of them have desired to do so; they were perfectly happy being fed, watered, provided appropriate nutrients and, most of all, being given their daily milkings. It didn't hurt, of course, that there were some highly placed, powerful men who partook of these products and would have been loathe to see the market shut down on legal quibbles.
Herr Kreutzer took the small silver spoon and tasted the butter.
"Oh yes, that is exquisite; I see your point, Herr Doktor Milchmann," Herr Kreutzer said. "Let me take 10 ounces of his butter and 20 of his cream."
"Of course Herr Kreutzer. I'll have my assistant package that up for you. You can give him your credit card information and we'll take care of everything."
"Herr Doktor, I hate to impose, but would it be possible for me to inspect this cow? I've only seen your herd in their milking frames and would love to see and inspect this one."
"I think we can do that, since you're paying for the product. Do you wish to see us removing him from the frame, or would you like to wait in another room and we'll bring him to you?"
"Oh, please, let me witness the whole operation, Herr Doktor."
"Very well. Hang on a moment." Dr. Milchmann moved to the intercom. "Nathan, would you please come into room 3? Herr Kreutzer would like to inspect Bradley."
Nathan entered the room. He appeared to be in his late 20s, dressed in slacks and a white polo shirt with his name embroidered above the large point raised by his left nipple. Herr Kreutzer couldn't take his eyes off that nipple: it protruded a good half inch under the fabric, as did his right nipple. Dr. Milchmann noticed Herr Kreutzer's fascination, because he was actually expecting it.
"You've noticed Nathan's nipples," Milchmann said, pinching Nathan's left tit. "I have to tell you that I have a male nipple fetish myself and that's one of the reasons I pump all my man cows' nipples. I also require my employees to have pumped nipples. You don't mind, do you Nathan?"
"Oh, no, doctor," Nathan moaned, wriggling in pleasure in the doctor's grasp. "I always wanted big nipples and when I applied for employment with you, you asked about that and promised me that you would arrange that for me," said Nathan, enthusiastically.
"In fact," Dr. Milchmann explained, "I insist that each of my employees spend half-an-hour each day in the pump room. Not only do they receive pumping, but they also receive mind-control that helps to increase the size of their nipples, as well as other training that enhances their value to me."
Dr. Milchmann's eyes glittered as he stated this to Herr Kreuzter, who suspected that Nathan and his co-workers weren't just employees of Dr. Milchmann's: he suspected they served the doctor in other ways in addition to their daily work tasks.
The doctor and Nathan set about removing Bradley from the frame. The man cow vocalized through the bit between his teeth, making sounds that resembled a cow's mooing. They unclipped the carabiners from his thigh shackles and from the manacles binding his wrists to the frame. Then they unlocked and lifted the top section of the stock holding his head in place. Dr. Milchmann switched off the pump and removed the milking tube from his dick and the suction tubes from his nipples. Then they stood him up. Kreutzer noticed the complete smoothness of his body and the blank look in his eyes as he rose to his feet. Dr. Milchmann kept his hand in the small of Bradley's back and Nathan held an arm.
"He's no longer used to standing upright, so we have to help him to make sure he doesn't fall. Since he was taken into the herd, he spends most of his time either on his hands and knees, or sleeping," Dr. Milchmann explained.
Kreutzer wasn't even listening. He was entranced with the body on display in front of him. He saw the name plate hung by a chain around the cow's neck: "Bradley". Then Kreutzer's eyes we drawn to the nipples: Bradley's nipples had grown huge; they were as big as the tips of Kreutzer's middle fingers: as long and as thick as the fingertips measured from the joints. His mouth began to water as he reached for them.
"May I?" he asked.
Milchmann nodded. "Feel free."
Kreutzer flicked the thick nipples with his fingers, causing Bradley to inhale sharply. The pumping and nutritional enhancement of his nipples had made them very sensitive and the man's touch sent an electric shock directly to his cock. Kreutzer bent down and sucked on a tit, savoring the texture, the girth and length of the flesh in his mouth. It was almost like a little dick on Bradley's chest. And the taste! Some of the man butter remained in his glands and Kreutzer was able to suck it out and onto his hungry tongue.
As his tongue flicked Bradley's chest dicks and he sucked hungrily, he felt something pushing against his thigh. He glanced down and noticed, for the first time, Bradley's cock. How had he missed that? He'd been so taken with the man cow's nipples, his eyes hadn't taken in what stood below his waist. Bradley's cock, which had been fairly average in length, but thin before he began his "treatment" was now 10 inches long and 8 inches in diameter. And now, with Kreutzer's suckling on his tits, his cock was beginning to rise and press against the customer's thigh. His eyes open wide, Kreutzer reached down for it and grasped it. He couldn't get one hand around it and it felt hard, heavy and hot in his hands. Kreutzer's knees gave way and he sank to his knees. He tried to open his mouth wide enough to get it in, but realized he couldn't. He realized he should be grateful that the man cow had been trained, both hypnotically and chemically, to be passive. Had Bradley been aggressive, he could have choked Kreutzer nearly to death if he'd chosen to face-fuck him. All Kreutzer could manage was to lick the head. For that, he was rewarded with a huge spurt of pre-cum.
"My God," he exclaimed, rising to his feet. "You've created a superman. It's a good thing he's not dominant!"
"Indeed," laughed Dr. Milchmann. "I discovered that early on when I was setting up the business. I use mind-control and pharmaceuticals to make sure these cows are docile. Otherwise, it would be just like having a barn full of bulls. Very dangerous!"
"Yes, I can see that," replied Kreutzer. "I've never seen such a cock before. If he tried to fuck someone, he might hurt them badly."
"Indeed. I'll tell you, in the early days, I used mind-control to have one of my cows fuck me."
Kreutzer gasped.
"He wasn't as developed as Bradley here, but all the same; I was afraid he'd split me in two before I could order him to stop. I'll tell you, it's a little hard to give coherent instructions when you're screaming in pain."
Kreutzer laughed. "Yes, I can understand that. It was like Frankenstein's monster for you!"
"Yes, indeed. I won't make that mistake again. On those occasions where I do want a fuck, I have one of my staff service me. I do a little development on their penises, but not nearly to the extent I do with the cows."
"Umm? tell me doctor? do you permit your staff to provide, uh, service to your customers?"
"I'm sorry? Oh, oh, yes, of course. I understand. Of course, that would be no problem. There will be a fee, of course. Do you want extras?"
"Extras? Such as?"
"A pumping session before the, uh, main event? Obviously, we know a great deal about pumping and because so many of our customers have fetishes around pumped nipples and penises, I could send one of my boys with some equipment to pump you before he, uh? I assume you were looking to be fucked? Yes Herr Kreutzer?"
"Yes, that was what I wanted. And yes, a pumping session would be a nice starter. Both penis and nipples."
"Very good Herr Kreutzer. Would you like to have Nathan? I saw you were taken with his nipples."
"That would be perfect, thank you doctor. Shall we say, oh 8:30 this evening?"
"Nathan will be there."
"Thank you doctor. I've enjoyed doing business with you."
"And I've enjoyed doing business with you Herr Kreutzer. Come back to see us."
"Indeed I will. Thank you Herr Doktor."
Dairy Man - Chapter 6
Dr. Milchmann ordered Nathan to help him place Bradley back into his frame. They clipped his wrists and his thighs to the frame, put his head between the stocks and then placed the earphones over his head again. Bradley returned to the comforting world of the chatter noise that, unbeknownst to him, kept him in docile, subservient frame of mind where he could no longer assemble coherent thoughts. Dr. Milchmann applied the suction cups to his huge nipples, but not before squeezing them and flicking them with his fingers. He was still taken with their size and how they felt between his fingers. He applied the milking cylinder and set the machine in motion. Bradley began mooing again, feeling the contentment that the chemicals in his blood and the mind-control in his brain perpetuated in him. Everything was good. He felt pleasure from his groin and his chest. The world was a good place. He mooed with content and pleasure.
Milchmann asked Nathan to meet him in his office. The doctor put a bag on the table and placed in it a portable pump, a penis tube and nipple tubes and lube. Then he held up a water bottle with a nipple-type end.
"Nathan, you will visit Herr Kreutzer in his hotel tonight. He wants to bottom, so you take charge. You will order him to strip and lie on the bed. Lube his penis and his nipples and place the suction tubes on them. Then start the pump. When he is pumped, hold his nose and put the nipple of the bottle in his mouth and squeeze to make him swallow the contents. Tell him he will enjoy the experience more if he does. He will swallow. After you've pumped him for 30 minutes, remove the pumping equipment. Then order him to get on his hands and knees and you will then fuck him. While you are fucking him, lean over and repeat into his ear 'you will come back to Dr. Milchmann's office in three months. You need Dr. Milchmann.' Continue to repeat that as long as you are fucking him. When you are finished fucking him, return to the office. Do you understand Nathan?"
"Yes doctor, I understand. I will do as you say."
"Of course you will. Of that, I had no doubt. You always do what I say. But before you go, all of the activities today have left me with a need. So I want you to fuck me now."
"Of course doctor."
The doctor and his assistant both undid their pants and let them fall to the floor. Dr. Milchmann lubed his hole and leaned over the desk. Nathan's sizeable cock was already hard and he placed it at the doctor's pucker and shoved it home. Doctor Milchmann was accustomed to being fucked, but Nathan's organ always surprised him, no matter how many times he had granted it entrance. Nathan began to fuck methodically, thrusting in, pulling out, and the doctor began to moan and move in rhythm. Then Nathan grabbed the bottle that Dr. Milchmann had put aside for Kreutzer. With the doctor remaining impaled on his cock, he pinched the doctor's nose and pushed the bottle between his lips, squeezing the bottle.
"Swallow doctor," Nathan said. "Just swallow and it'll all be over soon. Don't fight me doctor. You know you want this."
The doctor tried to twist away and grunted his protests. But Nathan was strong and Dr. Milchmann knew he either had to swallow or choke. So he swallowed. The fluid drained from the bottle and into his belly and he felt heat rising. So this was what it was like. He'd always wondered what the first glimpses of submission felt like. It felt good; it felt right. He began to pull on the bottle, seeking more of the magical liquid. In a few moments, he collapsed on the desk. Nathan pulled out of him. He pulled Milchmann's shoes, socks and pants off and then rolled him over onto his back. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it and the doctor's lab coat off over his head. Dr. Milchmann lay naked on his desk, his penis soft from having been fucked, his coating of hair on his chest glistening with sweat. Nathan pulled his phone from his pocket.
"He's ready for you now, sir."
In a few minutes, Herr Kreutzer entered the office.
"Very good, Nathan. You've done a very good job. Soon the doctor will be assimilated into the herd. My herd now! So, Herr Doktor; you had plans to ensnare me in your web. Well the fly has become the spider and the spider the fly. You are mine now and will be for the rest of your life."
Milchmann stared up at the man and whimpered. How could this have gone so wrong? But there was no question in Milchmann's mind what Kreutzer's intentions were. Kreutzer had had strong suspicions that Dr. Milchmann had been enslaving not only his man cows, but his customers as well. Because the community of male dairy products users was so small, Kreutzer had notice that many of Dr. Milchmann's customers returned regularly to restock their supplies, even when money was tight. And so, he began to wonder. And questioning several of them, he began to see a pattern of customers who went to see Dr. Milchmann and then experienced periods where they couldn't remember much, but knew that they had to return to Dr. Milchmann's clinic. Kreutzer put two and two together and realized that, if the doctor was performing mind-control on his man cows, he was probably doing the same thing with his customers, but to a lesser extent. But what better business model could you have? Insure your customers return by planting post-hypnotic suggestions in their psyches. It was better than chocolate.
Well Dr. Milchmann's scheme was no longer under his control; now it belonged to Herr Kreutzer.
"Take him into the induction room."
They led the doctor, crawling on his hands and knees, into the room. Milchmann's brain was still conscious, but he could no longer control his actions, so he whimpered and whined as he crawled down the hall. They led him into the room to the frame. Kreutzer stood while Nathan installed the new man cow into the frame. He buckled shackles onto his thighs and manacles to his wrists. Then he fastened him to the frame with carabiners. He placed the stock over his neck, locking him into place and put a harness and bit over his head, with the bit between his teeth. Nathan put earphones over his head and the infernal muttering and noise began, blocking out all other sounds. Nathan attached cups to his nipples and slid a milking sheath over his penis before switching on the machine.
Milchmann knew what had become of his cows and he knew that the same thing would be happening to him. He would lose his ability to control his actions, to think, to speak. He would become a mooing man cow. His body hair would be taken from him and, undoubtedly, he would have a name tag hanging around his neck that read "Graham", his given name. He would grow a massive penis and big nipples, would probably begin lactating from his nipples, and would become a dairy man.