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4:15 AM.

The light blue face of the alarm clock was only too happy to remind Bryce that his work day was supposed to begin soon. It chirped enthusiastically, lettings its volume crescendo into a mighty blast until all Bryce could do was slap his open palm down on all of the buttons. The ensuing silence was magnificent, but it could only last for so long. As much as he wanted to otherwise, eventually he had to haul his ass out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready.

Still wracked with exhaustion from lack of sleep from the night before, he rolled slowly off the side of his bed, lowering himself to the floor with his arms. As his chest grew closer to the carpet he started to rise slowly,. A few good push-ups should get him in the mood to hurry about and perk him up before a cup of coffee. Sadly, a glance down along his nude body reminded him that he had to stay off caffeine for at least another two weeks. The things he had to put himself through just for his job.

After rousing his brain to some semblance of alertness, Bryce slipped into the bathroom for his morning routine, still quite in the nude. The deer glanced over himself while brushing his teeth, marveling at his visage. While he wasn't the tallest of specimens, only a smallish 5'7", he was fairly stacked up on top. While he wasn't as chiseled to the point where he resembled some Grecian statues like some other of his friends in his pick-up soccer games, he at least had some definition. And, if he had any say to it, his thighs were his best assets, save for his pert bum. He gave it a good stare as he flicked his little puff of a tail, ensconced in silver fur just like the rest of his back, with a sole charcoal spot right near the tip.

Splashing some frigid water along his face was enough to snap him fully back into the waking world. He stared a bit more down below as he started to make for the kitchen, still completely naked. It was going to be a long enough day as it was, but at least that was one of the few perks. Not having to dress up in the slightest was relaxing enough, but the cock ring he had to make sure was on nearly all of the time, save for brief periods of rest several times throughout the day was another matter entirely. Still, it would be over soon enough, and as Bryce stepped onto the cool tile floor and stared at the food-grade tubs in the kitchen, he smiled. Just a few more days and he'll be entirely done.

The buck took a quick trip to the fridge and grabbed a breakfast sandwich, as well as a few large bottles of water. A massive sigh of relief accompanied his removing the gripping ring off of his dick. It ached just a bit, and he stared at how absolutely thick it had become. It was to be expected, having worn it for a solid month straight. He was thrilled that it was nearly 9 inches long, and nearly as thick as his wrist. It was an enjoyable side benefit, minor penile growth, even though he hadn't let himself release a single drop of his cervine being for the better part of three months. Celibacy was almost necessary if he was going to provide a quality product, and if sales went down in the slightest he wouldn't be asked to be part of production for next year.

Such was the life he chose to live as part of the Smithton Artisanal Eggnog production group. His friend Adam got him into it a few years prior, and it was just too good to be true. Abstain from sex and release for a month and whatever you can produce the week before Christmas can wind up paying you more than enough to live off of for the entire year. The company mostly stuck with local producers, and since they were right there in town it was easy enough to nab an interview. A quick meeting, several medical tests and a public tasting later, Bryce nabbed a coveted testing run.

Needless to say, he was one of the top employees for the season. As he sat back in his leather office chair, which he rolled into the kitchen to use as his "milking chair" for the day, it was easy to see why. His glacial-white sack was well beyond any definition of enormous, and if he wasn't physically active for the rest of the year it would have been impossible for him to lug the two spheres around. They dragged softly along the carpet everywhere he went, which was primarily confined to the house for the entirety of the preparatory month and all. Going out in public like he was wouldn't necessarily garner happy looks from those around him. Still, with his family jewels the size of an entertainment center, his production was second-to-none.

After pulling out an MP3 player and setting a playlist, adorning his silvery ears with some headphones and shutting his eyes, he started to get to work. He slowly started to adhere over a dozen vibes all around the circumference of his balls, making sure that no part went without some potential stimulation. He was used to jerry-rigging this particular setup together, threading all of their inputs to a central remote so he could make the proper adjustments to all of them with a few button presses. A quick test at the highest settings almost made him scream out in rapture. Through blurred vision he nodded at the remote, knowing it was a better setup than ever before.

A little bit of lube later, judiciously applied to the silicon tubing that extended from the first tub, Bryce started to slip himself in for a long ride. The grooved ridges within met his longing shaft quite well, clasping around the underside of his crown as each and every one slipped over his erection. Despite the fact that he had wanted to cum like mad for the better part of a month, he always wanted to savor the first eruption. The deer switched on the vibes and set them nice and low, letting them stimulate the underside of his twins first. Each buzz felt as if his pouch was stuck in the middle of a minor earthquake, his lake of batter within jostling about as it started to build in volume.

Setting the vibes to stimulate him on random, he put down the remote and thought to himself as he started going through his relaxing playlist. The tunes enveloped his senses just as much as the blissful motions below . The silicon, firmly in hand, was finally starting to press along his pelvis as he worked his shaft slowly, pumping it with increasing speed. It wouldn't be long now, especially with all of that pressure building up with each passing second. Every tug along his rod reminded him of everything he missed out on for the month. So many wet dreams that went unfulfilled, all of those accidental glances at porn that wound up being coupled with horrendous cases of blue balls, just to enjoy this particular moment. His precum slipped out with enthusiasm, coating every inner ridge of the tubing encasing his dick right into the awaiting tank.

It didn't take long for Bryce to slip his thumb over a pivotal button along the side, one that he was saving for the very end. He allowed to edge himself just once first, though. May as well have the full power of pressure behind him once he started ejaculating. But as he built himself up again, the pressed the button quite hard. There was one vibrating bullet that wasn't connected to the others, but when it came into action he couldn't be happier. It shook like a hummingbird right along the cevine's taint, the very tip just barely lapping at his tailhole.

It wasn't long until he finally had to lean back, fully hilted within the silicon tubing, and let lose with the first-of-many orgasms. His shaft may have been nowhere near as proportional in size to the rest of his balls, but the fact that he was gushing like an opened fire hydrant in the middle of a heat wave would have made any other hyper-endowed bystander take note. All of those days of self-sacrifice certainly paid off as the cream slipped from deep within to the tub, zooming in until his first blast nearly subsided a good two dozen gallons in. If he wasn't already so used to the sensation, of undulating waves of his own jizz rushing to freedom, he probably would have screamed out to the point where everyone on the block would be well aware of his orgasm. The first one out was always the best one for Bryce, and he reveled in it as he squirmed his ass along the cool cushion.

It took a few hours, but half of the tubs were quite overloaded with his spunk by the time noon rolled around. Bryce got up and started to seal the tops of some of the receptacles while he could, all the while trying to keep the blood flowing in his legs. Despite his constant discharge of his thick ropes, his treasures between his legs didn't decrease in size in the slightest. In fact, his junk was still raging at a constant crimson hue, not even wanting to rest now that it was left to its own devices.

Lunch itself didn't take too long, since Bryce only gave himself about 20 minutes to get in some rest and to finish a sandwich he had already prepared the night before. He could have sworn something was a little bit off about it, but that was fine. If anything all of his cream was sweetly flavored from his diet, and even a small slip at this point wouldn't affect anything in the grand scheme of things. The taste should have been preserved, and his paycheck would still be quite intact.

As the buck settled back in to work, he decided to vary things up a little bit. Lubing up a cock almost as long and as thick as he was, along with a bulbous knot near the base, was almost assured that he would get every drop that he needed right on out of him. Right as he was bending over to take his seat he angled the flopping behemoth more towards his ring, taking it in nice and slow. With the tube already attached to his front end, Bryce was more than happy to release plenty of his cervine seed deep through the tubing.

However, as the shaft slipped halfway up his ass, something was a bit amiss. Bryce couldn't place is finger on it, but it certainly wasn't pain at the very least. He helped steady himself with one arm along the side of the tub until he could feel that knot pressing heavily against his backdoor. Bucking up and down on the toy was more than enough to keep him spurting, gallons just storming out of his pole at an alarming rate, even for him.

As the pulsations grew all the more frequent, he could have sworn that his own cum was thickening up with each passing moment. While he certainly had plenty of room for storage and the obvious motivation to spill as much seed as he possibly could, all of that richness was starting to back him up, increasing the pressure deep within his sack until there simply was no pause as there should have been between his orgasms. Time almost folded in on itself as each powerful jolt that initiated a pleasurable climax started happening earlier and earlier, until every single twitch of his dick was sending sensations throughout his entire body that he was racked to the brink with ecstasy.

The pleasure overtook him as the production just keep ramping upwards in intensity. Soon after Bryce started moaning uncontrollably in response, he could feel the silicon fucktube start to slip away from his grasp. Desperately, he tried to regain his control but each grasp wasn't connecting at all. There was just too much additional buildup of lube, cum, and his own sweat that slickened it up too much. Bryce started downward in horror, just watching the ridges within lose their grasp on his precious tool. Three indentations, two indentations, then only one remained, but it was not to last.

Almost as if it was acting in a flourish, Bryce stared at his shaft spasmed upward the second it was free, as if springing towards the heavens. The first freed eruption arced high in the air until it splattered against the ceiling and recoiled back down all over his face and shoulders. He could feel the hot spunk seep into every strand of his fur, soaking him in his musk.

At least one thing was right, though; he really was cumming even more thicker ropes of cream than before. In fact, they were rushing out so rapidly that it could only mean one thing.

On the bright side, Bryce finally didn't have to worry where those orgasm-enhancing pills went any more. He knew he should stop making his sandwiches while half asleep, but...

It was too late to do anything about it. He was now as good as a Holstein, thanks to the few pills taking full effect. If he wasn't hyper he could at least produce a good, single hyper-style orgasm. But with the buck being in the condition he was to start? It could be several more hours of quadruple the massive, milky outbursts until he was finally spent. And even then, by "spent" it would mean that his body would be too exhausted to go on, but his balls certainly would be storing the treasure trove within. At that point, it would be likely that he could refill a dry creek all on his lonesome.

Bryce gritted his teeth as he tried to think of a fast solution. Another inch or two slipped onto his already-girthy cock due to the constant blasts. Even if he could wrangle the silicon back his way again from any of the available tubs, it would take an hour or so to get one back on with his productivity dialed up to eleven. There was just far too much of the precious cream that would be lost in the interim.

Out of the corner of his eye, though, Bryce noticed the extending board for his kitchen table. The last time he had checked it was almost four feet long and quite thick in width. Without wasting another second, already spurting heavily right down his sterling legs, Bryce ambled over to grab the extra piece of furniture and laid it across the top of the tub he was filling not more than a few minutes prior. With the aid of a small stepstool he was able to get just enough leverage to hoist his rump up along the board, enough to lay down just a bit on his back. While his legs dangled a bit over the edge, so did his testicles. Given their bloat, it was better that his pendulous globes rested along the floor, letting the ground support all of that excess weight. At least the sides of the plastic receptacles were more than thick enough around the sides to stand on their very own, especially with the additional weight he was adding to the entire affair.

The last bit of the puzzle, though , came from some of the extra, pristine tubes all along the table from before he even started. As much as others used to joke with Bryce about not planning ahead ever, the truth of the matter was that it depended upon the situation. And, thanks to his quick thinking, he was more than able to slip the fresh, crease-laden tube onto his eager spear as he directed the rest of the cream that shot well from his depths right to his sides, filling up the tub with relative easy.

With each new tub finally filled yet another six hours later, a good four hours after he thought he would wrap up. Of course, he let the final shot speak for itself as he built up towards his last orgasm of the evening. He knew he wanted to make it special, and with a quick laugh to himself he eagerly slipped the dildo that he enjoyed so thoroughly on the chair deep into his crevice. Between its invasion, knot and all, as well as the vibes now being ramped up to their highest setting, the final push was certainly the best one in the early evening.

No more containers to fill, it meant that the young deer could roll his shaft all around with his fingers, aiming any way that he pleased and not worry in the slightest where he needed to aim. Everything at that point was extra, and he eagerly bathed in his own alabaster shower of nectar.

His eyes fluttered open a few minutes after he finally wrapped up. All of that culminating pleasure was a bit too much for the rest of his senses to handle, and his body took the opportunity to get in a quick nap for a few minutes. As he awoke he slipped off of his makeshift solution to his problem, slowly wandering around the kitchen to place on the proper lids on the remaining tubs, if only temporarily. Atop each one he placed a little label on a sticky-note, indicating which ones just had to go through the grueling task of him skimming every little bit with a fine-meshed sieve. Bryce had to keep the quality of his stock intact, after all, and if there was one thing he stood by constantly it would be the pride in his own work.

Still though, despite all of the exceptional work he just put in, all he wanted to do was drag himself and his still-bloated nuts over to the living room. The couch was just calling his name without end, and it was about high time he take advantage of the fact. Besides, no one would be around to pick up the product from today for at least for another two hours, and even then he needed to replenish his stores.

Tomorrow was another day, after all. Although, this time around, Bryce pondered about what would happen if he added those supplements to his sandwich on purpose. So long as he could think of a way, he could fill in an extra tub or two quite easily, if not three. Another day, another dollar, after all, and he was more than happy to milk it, and himself, for all they were worth.