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They filed into the barn in a straight line. Each step slow and plodding. Their minds ran sluggish from the cocktail of drugs that left them pliant, horny, and dim witted.
Each found his station and waiting for Mr. Brawn to bind them in place. 631...

They filed into the barn in a straight line. Each step slow and plodding. Their minds ran sluggish from the cocktail of drugs that left them pliant, horny, and dim witted.

Each found his station and waiting for Mr. Brawn to bind them in place. 631 was farther along than the others, he needily humped at the air, groaned from the ache in his balls.

Once bound in place, each rigid youth was attached to the milking machine. Soon the dimly lit barn thrummed with the rhythmic cycles of the mechanism. The device was noisy but not enough to drown out the chorus of groans, moans, and sudden intakes of breath.

629 came in brief spurts that caused his whole body to shudder. Then he’d whimper as the process began anew. 630 was much more sensitive, which made his climaxes take longer to produce. A frustrating ordeal that left him gasping for air in tiny breaths. 631 was a faucet from the moment he was attached to the machine - just one mind-jarring continuous climax.

There were others in the barn, many others. An entire herd. Sub-human creatures whose entire purpose revolved around this machine, climaxing, and waiting to do it all again that night.

***

Shadows may be too dark. I wanted it to look like the light source is a lantern.

There’s some flaws, but overall it came out nice. Started drawing yesterday. Today was just coloring.

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Cut Off In His Prime 2

“I’m up, Mom! I’m getting dressed!” Channing cried out in a panic, diving up from his prone position on the bed and practically barreling into the bedroom door. His mother gave a shocked shout on the other side as it slammed shut. The teen’s face was bright red with embarrassment, his chest heaving rapidly. “Give me a second!”

“Oh, al-alright then. Breakfast is ready, hun.” She stammered, obviously very startled by his sudden reaction. With that she padded away down the stairs.

Channing listened intently until he was certain she was gone before exhaling heavily. With his bare bottom resting against the door the boy leaned forward and buried his face in his hands. He hadn’t been dreaming. He had not even been sleeping - a fact readily obvious as his face distorted in a long yawn. The night before was unfortunately very real.

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A long tendril of saliva ran down the side of his face, his mouth gaping open in a mixture of a pleasured ‘o’ and an agonized cry. He could feel his balls, drained as they were, clench up against his body in an effort to squeeze out the last of their...

A long tendril of saliva ran down the side of his face, his mouth gaping open in a mixture of a pleasured ‘o’ and an agonized cry. He could feel his balls, drained as they were, clench up against his body in an effort to squeeze out the last of their contents only to fail and send his body shuddering into yet another dry climax. He panted frantically as a fresh coat of sweat formed over his arched body.

That made four in a row thus far, on top of the dozen or so true ejaculations that now clung to the leather sleep sack like a sticky paste. Inside his bonds he was wet and exhausted. His private parts were painfully sensitive so that each mechanical thrust of the milking device had him biting his lower lip to choke back the sobs bubbling in his throat.

So many climaxes and yet his body, though tired and over-indulged, gave no sign of losing its arousal. Maybe it had been something in his food dish that morning, some kind of aphrodisiac or pill. He might have actually cared were he able to form a single cohesive thought beyond his body’s on animalistic impulses.

His owner had made no mention of a time limit. In fact, he was so lost within himself that he was not even sure the man was still in the same room with him anymore. And, even as he began to arch is back again to the roaring approach of another orgasm, the machine stopped, leaving the boy whimpering and horny as ever.

“Please, more, sir! More!”

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A Milking Story

Thanks to everyone for their suggestions regarding my revamp of my old milking pics. They tickled my fancy and gave me some good starting places.

Ultimately my inspiration came from a movie Ms. M and I were watching: A Boy and His Dog. I loved it and I’m shocked I it took me this long to see. Anyone who enjoys the Fallout game series should watch this film. It his kinky, hilarious  and dark. If you plan on seeing the film after this recommendation don’t read the rest of this post, I’m going to spoil it :p

**SPOILERS**

The point in the movie as that in a post-apocalypse setting a boy and his psychic dog are looking for the scarcest of resources: women. Mostly just because the boy wants to get laid. Ultimately he is captured by an underground community whose men are all infertile and chosen to fertilize all the ladies… via being milked.

Hence my idea for milking pics. Combines my love of post-apocalypse with something that makes sense. Do it on a larger scale with multiple guys. Boom, done.

I’m thinking about doing a story with illustrations for this. Dunno. Is there a good place to post that kind of thing?

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