The Subtleties of Milk Farming
Sam watched his host move with all the grace of a high class stipper as they walked up toward the 'stalls'. The little feline leaned against his shoulder with his arm wrapped around the dog's elbow like a couple at the prom, purring between breaths as he explained all the boring details about his business that salesmen always fluff their tours with. Sam wasn't really as interested in the operation as the final product. Finally the naked cat unhooked his arm from the softly built husky mutt and ushered him toward a door near the end of the hall. He really didn't know what to ecxpect but for some reason he pictured the dairy aisle at his home grocery store. Bottles with various coloured caps lining a big florenscently lit coooler. He barely surpressed a laugh but when the door swung open he realized he was imagining the furthest possible reality.
The room was small and hot, very much like the 'stall' which the purple-dyed cat had indicated, and tied in supple, fine, leather straps and a rather gentle looking gag was a huge bull. His body rippled with raw, naked power and sloped and cut all around his thick, masculine frame. The dog felt his pants tent immediately at the sight of that bound titan and his pulsating body. He was flexing and shifting restlessly making the soft sheen of sweat stand out on his short sandy fur and the golden caps on his his horns glittered in the bright, filtered daylight shining the upper story window.
And they were massive horns too. Broad ones that swooped aggressively over his head and jutted out like monuments to his manly power. But for all his features, his body seemed perfectly designed to draw the eye down to his bare loins and the monstrously thick shaft throbbing from it. It jumped and spurted its slick juices with a wild desperation that bordered on bestial, an aura augmented by the sheer size of it and the volume of preseed gushing from the tip. The ring holding tight to the base was made of the same fine leather as the straps holding him by the neck and arms and chest but this one looked much more worn. It must have been from all the pre leaking onto it; it was tight but not so tight that it would be so frayed from fighting with his cock. Still he was bound and beautiful and the air was dominated by the scent of his sex.
He was seated on a simple stool, although Sam guessed it wasn't quite as simple as that by the way his hips moved, and could only have looked more inviting with a ribbon or a dollop of whip cream leading down to his crotch. That's when the mutt realized that the shifting and aching thrashes weren't resistence. He was excited. His dark eyes twinkled with gleeful anticipation and he wasn't as eager to move as he was to get his rocks off.
Then out of plain curiosity, Sam scanned the bull again and took a look at the source of the brimming energy and need. His thick tool curved oddly. No not odd; it had a very unique charm all it's own. It sloped wide to the lift then dropped down ward like it's massive head was too heavy to keep perfectly erect. He could tell from personal experience that smooth rather than the admittedly prominent veiny texture trailing up the side of it. After all, his own dick didn't get really veiny unless he wore a similar device to maximize his erection.
He followed it as it tapered ever so slightly into his body then gasped when he finally saw what the poor bull's reall concern was. Sam knew that bulls came with huge balls; the same way he knew that horses had huge cocks. After all there wouldn't be stereotypes if there weren't a little truth in it somewhere, but these were almost grotesque, well not for the husky as he could forgive freakishly large junk if it wasn't misshapen, and these were glorious.
They were swollen and sweaty and throbbing and glistening with that special sweat that only dick and balls can make and a thick coating of cock water. They swayed and jiggled and looked painfully full. They each looked easily big enough to fit the cat's head with plenty of room to spare and they obviously needed to to be emptied. Sam looked at long last back toward his host with a look that betrayed his intense arousal and his unsure desire to move things along quickly.
The curvaceous feline slinked past his plump guest and stooped low to give his pet's balls a slow rub. "I use a secret blend to make his already prodigious volume out of this world. Believe me it's all natural though. Only the best for my clients." He climbed into the bull's lap, very lightly touching his sweaty chest and purposefully avoiding his cock even as it soaked him in pre cum. Teasing him while Sam's erection begged for some attention, or at least for the two naked males to go at it.
"All of my studs get a very healthy regimen of all organic foods, exercise and pheromone stimulation to make my creamery the most productive of its kind with that honest taste we're famous for. Then, like I've prepared Winston here, a full week of constant, gentle prostate massage and three days of extensive, tender blueballing." As he explained, he teased the poor bull, twisting his nipples and licking the ring in his nose. Sam wanted to strip off his clothes and leap into the pile of naked writhing flesh, grind his pillowy frame against those muscles and those slim curves; to take cock and give it however it happened but he just let his jeans tent and darken with precum while the bull got antsier and the cat got friendlier.
"Anyway, I always give new clients a special sample to let them meet some of the studs they're buying from and get a taste of what our freshest batches are like and the amount of bang you get for your buck. So guess what? Milking time, Winston!" He stood up and turned around, reaching low to find a carafe tucked neatly under the 'massage stool' and place it conspicuously between the bulls hooves, then gave Sam's cock what it wanted. Although he would have preferred to watch from the other angle where he could see that monster bovine dick spread such a plump, feminine ass wide and pound it he still got to watch that cat ride like a rodeo sliding up and down the whole length like a pro. Even at the height of his stroke his head only reached the bull's broad powerful shoulders making it easy to see just how glad the bound male was to be finally milked after at least a week of teasing and preparation. The little feliine explained between ecstatic moans that this was the most proper way to milk a stud since it was the last step in ensuring a massive load. He even made a few cogent scientific points but all Sam could hear was the wet sounds of precum and cock in asshole.
The temptation to join them was never stronger but fortunately, or unfortunately for Sam's nethers, the ride didn't last long. Quickly the bull's obscenely huge balls started to rise and drool foamed at the corners of his mouth. The cat was off him in a sloppy spray of precum and with a quick turn and skillful movement, the cockring was off and hewas halfway through connecting bull dong to carafe with some sort of custom, specialized condom. As soon as the mouth of the jar and the head of Winston's dick were coupled, the cat moved his violet paws to stroke the massive shaft thicker and longer than his arms and at that exact moment those fingers got started a heated bray filled the room and a flood of white filled the condom.
Blasts like a cannon went off in rapid succession nearly popping off the hastily attached tube but after the first few waves the setup seemed intact and the jug filled quickly with hot steamy cum. Cups of it rushed down into the clear glass vessel while the cat stroked the bovine penis tenderly, encouraging him with his fingers and his deceptively cute dirty talk to cum as much as possible. Even going so far as to remind him that the mutt watching intently at the door would need a lot for a plump belly like his.
Sam suddenly felt satisfyingly sticky and licked his lips when a whole minute went by before the bull even began to relax. Copious and numerous streams of cum dripped down the canine's leg while the cat watched the other males get their much needed release and the jar filled past the brim. Soon they were finished and the room reeked of fresh jizz.
"And now you have a nice gallon of bull nut to enjoy. This one's on the house. Also if you like I can get you some stall time with any of my studs any time. But," he began moving close to the dog and wiped the cum that escaped past the hem of Sam's shorts. He leaned in close, breathing a soft, minty reprieve from the beautiful, if cloying scent of cum, into the dog's face, then sucked his his finger slowly, taking his time to really judge the thick seed like a connoisseur of fine wine while the bull panted getting ready for another milking. "...Smooth texture, nice consistency, maybe little salty, gentle aftertaste... I might be able to offer you a job as a stud. That is if you've already milked a couple times today and are willing to lose some pounds." The cat added with a laugh, rolling his paws to get him to try his drink before it started to cool.
Sam waved a paw dismissively as he considered the wonderful prospect of being paid to make cum. After another moment's thought, the feline insisted and the mutt lifted his jar and felt the hot splash of fresh cum hit his mouth. It was top shelf stuff, thick and creamy, salty-sweet and easy to swallow. He took as big a gulp as he could in one breath, jizz pouring down his cheeks sloppily before he lowered the carafe and nodded. Meiosis Creamery had a new lifetime customer.
"Good," the cat said, stripping open Sam's sticky fly and licking his half limp dick. "I'll get you cleaned up then we can settle your order back downstairs"