Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2023 15:58:48 -0500
From: Slave Bear <slavebear1976@gmail.com>
Subject: Texas Slave Market - Chapter 11

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Texas Slave Market

Chapter 11

Handleman Farms had only been in operation for twenty years, but it was
well known in the community for its high standard of production of slave
semen.  The product was highly valued in the medical industry, where it was
turned into stem cells and used for various purposes.  Clyde Handleman had
started the business with just three breeding slaves, which he called
bulls.  But, within five years, he had grown his herd to fifteen, purchased
slave technicians to tend to them, and considerably added to the farm.  The
business had been profitable enough to allow him to retire to a tropical
island and hand the operations over to his son.  In the five years since he
took over, Lewis Handleman expanded the property and staff to maximize
efficiency.

The farm consisted of the main production facility where the best-producing
bulls were milked.  This building also housed the storage facility where
the semen was kept frozen for collection.  Behind the main building, an
auxiliary structure housed the other half of the herd.  Lewis's residence
was located behind and to the right of this building.  A two-story farm
home built over a hundred years ago, he had completely renovated the inside
and made it a luxurious retreat. Behind Lewis's home, an extra large barn
had been built to house up to two dozen bull slaves.  Across from this,
another barn contained a dining hall, kitchen, and gym facilities to keep
the slaves fed and in shape.  A smaller building at the back housed the
technician slaves responsible for all the labor on the farm.

Lewis owned six technician slaves.  Each was required to be clean-shaven,
hairless from the neck down, and always naked, though they wore special
rubber footwear on the property.  Three worked a `morning' shift from
midnight to noon, and three worked an `evening' shift from noon to
midnight, so there were always slaves on duty to tend to the bull slaves
and maintain the property.  A blue-tagged thirty-two-year-old ginger led
the morning shift with the designation K453, known as Kilo.  It had been a
slave for ten years and was in a thirty-five-year contract that it had
entered into willingly.  Working with it was Tango, a blue tag with the
designation T783.  It was a pale, skinny, white boy who had just turned
twenty.  It had served two years of a voluntary fifteen-year slave contract
and was shy and quiet.  Oscar was the third member of the morning shift.
Designated O564, the slave was an Asian male who was twenty-five years old
and had served six years of its fifteen-year voluntary contract.

The evening shift was headed by Victor, a thirty-year-old green tag slave
designated V032.  Its family in Sydney, Australia, had initially sold it
into slavery with a contract of thirty-five years to help pay off debts.
However, the rancher who purchased it sold Victor after one year to a
wealthy man who brought the slave to Texas to work in his oil field.  When
that man got in trouble for not paying taxes, it was listed with the Texas
Slave Market and sold to Lewis.  The second member of the evening shift was
Zed.  A Canadian, green tag Z934, was twenty-one years old and had served
four years of a twenty-year contract.  It, too, had been sold by its family
to pay for debts.  The final member of the shift was Beta, a yellow tag
designated B532.  It was a seventeen-year-old Hispanic male who had just
been purchased from the Texas Slave Market several months ago on a
five-year slave contract that would lead to its American citizenship upon
its release.

Lewis expected his technician slaves to run the business and maintain the
property independently.  The foremen, Kilo and Victor, were responsible for
seeing that the bulls were cared for and that any supplies and food that
the farm needed were purchased and dispensed efficiently.  They also
coordinated with the facility the farm contracted with to pick up the semen
produced from the bulls at regular intervals.  Lewis had a hands-off
approach but checked on the slaves periodically to ensure his high
standards were constantly met.  At all other times, he enjoyed his life,
golfed regularly, and traveled often.

The herd at Handleman farms had been operating with twenty bulls for
several years until the oldest slave, Y698 (also known as Hog due to its
enormous fat cock), completed its twenty-year contract.  Lewis had been
sorry to see the bull go.  It had been one of the original three breeding
slaves purchased by his father and an excellent producer over its lifetime.
However, its volume had decreased in the last two years.  Lewis took care
to treat most of his bulls properly, especially the yellow, blue, and
green-tagged slaves that were on term contracts.  Hog was a green tag and
had been sold into slavery by its family at the age of seventeen.  Most
milking farms pumped their breeding slaves until the testicles of the bulls
were non-functional.  Lewis, however, usually slowly reduced the drugs the
term contract slaves were given.  This resulted in a drop in their semen
quota but would ensure that they could still have functional genitals in
their future lives.

Hog's last day of production ended just like its first.  It woke up at 5 am
and was groomed, washed, and fed.  By 7 am, it took its place in its
breeding stall, had its chastity belt removed, and was given its first
semen extraction, or milking.  Additional milkings occurred at 9:30 am,
noon, 3:30 pm, and 5 pm.  At this point, the bulls would be removed from
their stalls, their chastity belts reinstalled, and sent to the exercise
room to lift weights and work out.  Dinner was at 7 pm, and they were to be
in bed promptly at 9 pm.

During their time in their milking stalls, the bulls were hooked up to a
device that pumped a chemical cocktail into their arms through a special
port surgically installed after they were purchased.  The drugs regulated
the hormones in their system to keep their testicles and semen production
at a high level, but it also sedated them and kept them in a dreamlike
state since the intense orgasms caused by the drug could be painful.  They
spent so much time in this drug-induced coma that it did not take long
before all the bulls lost track of time.

Thus, as the sun rose on the horizon and the bulls were woken from their
beds, Hog awoke and, as it had done for two decades, made its way to the
showers to prepare for another milking day.  That is, until it saw its
owner in the doorway to its stall.  Conditioned after so many years of
service, the slave spread its legs, put its arms behind its head, and stood
at attention.

"Good morning, Master!"

Lewis smiled as he stared at his loyal bull.  Its body was still in top
form, with broad shoulders and defined muscles.  Its large chastity cage
stuck out prominently from the metal band that secured it to the slave's
waist, barely containing the enormous balls and cock underneath.

"Do you know what day it is, Hog?" Lewis asked.

"It is another fine day to produce for you, Master!" Hog replied.

Lewis smiled as he gripped the paperwork in his hands.

"Not any longer, Hog," Lewis said.  "As of today, you have completed your
twenty-year slavery contract."

Hog was confused as its Master unrolled the coil of paper in his hands and
began to read.

"Slave Y698.  The state of Texas affirms that on this date, you have served
the balance of your contract to your owner, Lewis Handleman, and are no
longer considered his property.  Your full rights as a citizen are
restored, and your Slave Registration certificate has been marked null and
void and replaced with your original Birth Certificate.  As such, you shall
be referred to as Jeff Allen Kennedy once again and be subject to the laws
and protections afforded you under the Constitution.  In recognition of
your service, the state has set aside funds to help you travel to the
location of your choice and cover your basic needs for the next six
months."

"Master?" came the reply.

"You are a free man, Jeff," Lewis said.  "Not that I am exactly happy about
it since I have come to depend on you for so long."

Jeff was speechless.

"You don't have to stand at attention before me anymore either," Lewis
said.

Jeff slowly put his hands down to his sides as Lewis turned and snapped his
fingers.  Immediately, Kilo appeared with a box in its hands.  Opening the
container, it grabbed a special key.  The slave knelt on the floor,
inserted it into the bolt in the front of Jeff's belt, and unscrewed it,
allowing the cage that covered its genitals to fall away.  The band was
then removed as well.  Jeff looked down at his naked body, unsure of what
to do.

After Kilo placed the chastity belt and cage on the floor, it stood and
reached for the metal band that surrounded Jeff's neck. As the slave put a
different device on a small seam, the band popped open and was pulled away.
The slave then grabbed some pliers and used them to open and remove the
ring that held the identification tag in the man's ears.  Jeff rubbed the
hole that remained.  He had worn the tag for so long that he had forgotten
what it was like not to have it.

Finally, Kilo retrieved a small square instrument and held it behind Jeff's
neck.  After pressing a few buttons, a loud beep could be heard.

"Your security implant is now inactive," Lewis said.  "Since it was placed
near your brain stem, it is impossible to remove, but it will not cause any
harm in its current state.  I'm afraid there is nothing we can do here
about your arm implant, slave tattoos, or my brand on your ass, but the
state will pay to have those surgically removed.  You will need to contact
them to set up a date for that procedure.  In the meantime, however, be
sure to carry your freedom papers so that no one tries to arrest you as a
runaway slave."

"Yes, Master," Jeff replied.

"For twenty years now, I have regulated your hormones to enlarge your
testicles and increase their production of sperm," Lewis said.  "While we
have been slowly reducing the dosage of this medication for the past six
months in preparation for your contract ending, you will still go through
some withdrawals.  This is unavoidable.  Your balls will always be
oversized, and they may ache over the next few months.  You may need to
ensure you masturbate several times a day until your body can readjust to
normal levels.  Be aware that your orgasms may be painful for a time, too.
I have prepared six syringes of the medication you can push into your port
should you find the effects of being off the drug are too much.  Please
only use the drug if necessary and see a medical provider if you suffer
severe issues."

"Yes, Master," Jeff replied as the slave beside him handed the man a small
pouch containing the medication.  "You have helped me grow strong.  I am
sure I will be able to adapt."

"Former slaves often ask me about the proper function of their balls,"
Lewis continued.  "I have ensured that while your sperm quality and volume
might be degraded, you will still be able to start a family in the future,
should you choose."

"Thank you," Jeff replied.

Kilo turned and left.  When it returned, the slave technician carried a
pair of new shoes in its hand along with freshly pressed clothes folded
neatly on top of them.

"These are for you, Jeff," Lewis said as Kilo handed the bundle over.

The man was shaking as he took the clothes.

"I don't know what to say, Master."

Lewis smiled and put his hand gently on the man's shoulders.

"My name is Lewis, Jeff.  You may call me that now or Mr. Handleman if you
prefer.  Please get dressed.  I made sure those clothes were stylish and
would fit you.  Kilo will see you to the front of the property.  We have a
car coming to take you to the bus stop, and you can go anywhere you want
from there.  An envelope in one of the shoes contains money for you to
start your life over with."

Jeff broke out in tears.

"Oh, Master!  I'm so used to being your bull."

Lewis rubbed the man's shoulders as Jeff sat down on his cot.

"Do you remember being a free man?"

"Sort of, Master," Jeff replied.

"Now, Jeff," Lewis said.  "I said you don't have to call me Master.  You
need to get used to being a free citizen again."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Handleman." Jeff stammered.  "This is a lot to take in at
once."

Lewis chuckled.

"You will be ok.  But I must go.  I have things to attend to, and the farm
must prepare for your replacement, who will be here shortly.  I want you to
wipe your face and get dressed.  Kilo will take good care of you."

Lewis held out his hand, and Jeff looked at it.

"Put your hand out and shake mine, Jeff."

Jeff complied, and Lewis gripped the man's hand firmly.

"Thank you for your service," Lewis said.  "You know the dad bought you
when I was ten years old.  I grew up admiring that huge cock of yours and
how much it produced.  I am going to miss my big, hung bull slave around
here.  You will be hard to replace.  Best of luck to you in the future."

"Thank you, Master," Jeff said.  "I mean... Mr. Handleman.  It was my honor
to produce for you and your father over the years."

Lewis grinned and left.  Jeff then looked up at Kilo.

"I was a slave for so long.  I don't know how to live any other way."

"It's ok, Sir," Kilo said as it unfolded the shirt purchased for the man.
"Give it some time.  You will adjust.  I am here to serve and help you now,
though.  Let's get you dressed."

It took some maneuvering to get Jeff's cock and balls into his pair of
jeans.  The tight fit left the man with a prominent bulge in the front.
The t-shirt Lewis provided for him likewise generously showed off the man's
muscles and toned body, though the port protruded out, and his slave
tattoos were partially visible on his upper arms.  After Kilo helped him
into his socks and shoes, Jeff stood in his stall awkwardly.

"How do I look?"

Kilo smiled.

"You are quite a handsome man, Sir.  Master chose your clothes well.  I am
sure you will get many admiring glances."

Jeff smiled as he rubbed the fabric on his body and flexed his feet.

"It feels so weird to have clothes on.  I forgot how much it could itch.
These shoes are so uncomfortable, too.  I'm used to being in my bare feet."

Kilo handed the man the envelope that contained his money.

"Perhaps you should buy some flip-flops."

"That is not a bad idea!" Jeff replied.

Kilo laughed.

"Come with me, Sir.  It is time to go."

Jeff felt very weird being called Sir but followed the naked slave as he
was led out of the barn.  He passed his former fellow bulls, who looked at
him inquisitively, unsure of why the man was dressed and leaving.  As the
two walked outside, the morning sky blazed with reds and yellows as the sun
began to rise.  They continued down the dirt path that led away from the
farm, and Jeff looked back one last time at his home for the past two
decades.

"I am so scared," Jeff said again as they reached the end of the driveway.

"Think of it as a new adventure," Kilo replied.  "Do you know where you
will go first?"

"I guess I should look up my family in Dallas," Jeff said.  "I guess my
parents are still alive.  I don't know if they will recognize or accept
me."

"You will be ok," Kilo said as they paused near the street.  "It's only
been twenty years.  I am sure they have not forgotten about you, Sir.  And
don't forget, the state will pay for your living expenses for the next six
months.  You have time to readjust.  Use that time.  You earned it."

Jeff reached down and adjusted his balls.

"Master... I mean, Mr. Handleman... was right.  My balls are sore.  I sure
wish I could have been milked before I left."

"You can always masturbate in the bathroom at the bus stop," Kilo replied.

"Huh," Jeff replied.  "I guess you are right.  I don't have to wait for a
specific time to cum anymore, and I can touch myself whenever I want."

"Just don't rub your shaft raw," Kilo said with a laugh.

A car came down the street and stopped in front of them.  Kilo opened the
back door and confirmed with the driver as Jeff rubbed his shoes in the
dirt, trying to get comfortable in them.  Turning back to Kilo, he threw
his arms around the slave and hugged it.

"I will miss you, Kilo," Jeff said.

"I will miss you too, Sir," Kilo replied.

"Please call me Hog," Jeff said.

"Take care of yourself, Hog," Kilo said as it rubbed the man's back.  "You
were the best breeding bull we ever had."

Jeff wiped a tear from his face after breaking the embrace.  He stepped
into the car, and Kilo closed the door before stepping back.  As the car
drove away, the slave returned to the barn.  Much needed to be done to
prepare for the new arrival.


On the loading dock of the Texas Slave Market, a beam of sunlight shone
down and highlighted the two guards and the large slave that was being held
between them.  Lewis saw them through the windshield of his truck as he
approached, and he smiled.  Pulling up near the platform and parking, he
stepped out and dusted off his boots before walking up the steps.

"Well, look at what we have here!" Lewis replied as he stepped in front of
the slave.  "You look so much better without all that body hair!"

E754 stared forward.  The anger was evident in its gaze, but it had been
warned several times that it would regret it if it made any sudden moves.
Lewis slowly walked around the slave, stopping behind to admire his
personal brand seared into the slave's ass flesh.

"Yes, you look much better," Lewis said as he continued around and stood in
front of the slave again.

"Ahh, Mr. Handleman!" came the voice of a well-dressed man approaching from
the building.  "I hope you are pleased with your purchase."

"The slave looks very good," Lewis replied.  "How is its health?"

"Excellent!" the man replied as he handed some paperwork to Lewis.  "It has
adjusted well to the enhancement drugs.  Its testicles have increased in
size by 30%, and it is producing copious amounts of semen during its
nocturnal emissions.  It should be ripe and ready for its first milking."

"Excellent," Lewis said as he looked down at the large metal cage
surrounding the slave's genitals.

A thin thread of clear fluid glistened in the light as it extended out of
the drain port of the cage and dripped down to the ground below.

"I see it precums a lot too!" Lewis exclaimed.  "An excellent sign."

"Yes, indeed," the man replied, handing Lewis a small box.  "We have
transferred activation of the implant in its neck to this device.  As you
requested, it will cause instant paralysis and unconsciousness if
activated."

"Thank you," Lewis said.  "Are we ready to go?"

"Yes," the man replied.  "The guards will load your slave for you."

"Excellent," Lewis replied.  "Let's get a move on."

The guards grabbed E754's arms and led the slave down the steps to the
ground and then to the back of Lewis's truck.  A large metal cage was
opened, and E754 was placed inside before locking the door.  Ensuring the
slave was safely secured, Lewis waved to the departing guards, entered his
vehicle, and left the facility.

The ride to the farm was bumpy, and E754's ass bounced on the hard metal
bed often.  The slave grabbed onto the heavy bards of the cage for support
and watched as the landscape passing by turned more rural.  It took almost
thirty minutes for the truck to reach its destination, and as the vehicle
drove up the dirt path towards a large building with two huge doors, E754
growled.

"Welcome to your new home," Lewis said as he stepped out of the truck and
stood near the cage.

Near the building, the slaves Kilo, Tango, and Oscar stood waiting at
attention.  Lewis snapped his fingers, and the slaves immediately
approached and unlocked the cage.  As the door swung open, E754 had just
about taken the opportunity to leap away when Lewis held up a device in his
hands.

"Now remember, slave," Lewis said.  "One press of this, and you will be on
the dirt.  Don't fuck with me today!"

E754 released an audible growl as it slowed and stepped onto the dirt in
its pink rubber footwear.  Standing tall, it watched as the slaves closed
the cage door, and Oscar jumped into the truck to park it in Lewis's
garage.  The other two slaves stood on either side of it.

"Have you set up the apparatus, Kilo?" Lewis asked the ginger slave.

"Yes, Master," Kilo replied.  "Everything is prepared as you have
instructed.  We have set it up in front of Hog's former stall.  The rest of
the bulls have been put in their chairs and are having their first
milking."

"Excellent," Lewis replied.  "Tango and Kilo, you may both attend to your
duties.  I can handle our new bull from here."

"Yes, Master," the two slaves replied.

"Walk beside me, slave," Lewis said as he pointed to the large building.

E754 looked at him sternly but complied.  When they approached the
entrance, the slave could hear the sounds of machines whirring and smell
the disinfectant in the air.  The interior was bright and sanitary.  Metal
stalls lined each side of the structure, and in each, a large naked slave
was strapped down in a chair-like piece of metal furniture and had a device
installed over their cocks.  E754 eyes widened as it saw the devices moving
up and down on the slaves, slowly stroking their shafts.

"Welcome to your new home," Lewis said.  "You will soon be joining the
ranks of my herd of bulls."

"Fuck!" E754 blurted out.

Lewis turned and stared at him, and the slave stopped dead in its tracks.

"You will only speak when spoken to," Lewis replied.  "Is that understood,
slave?"

E754 just stared at the man, and Lewis cracked a smile.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking your will."

Lewis continued walking, and E754 followed beside him.  As they reached the
end of the building, the slave saw a metal structure set up in front of an
empty stall.  Lewis paused and turned to the slave.

"This will be your stall for as long as you are one of the bulls in my
herd," Lewis said.  "But, first, it is time for your orientation.  Step in
front of this machine, slave."

E754 huffed and moved forward.  The metal device looked almost like a
bedframe standing on end, though it had many joints and hinges.  At the top
corners were straps with a large U-shaped cushion in the center.
Additional cushions ran vertically below this, some with gaps and holes in
them, and an additional set of straps were near the bottom corners of the
device.

"Face the machine here," Lewis said.  "And raise your hands.  They will be
strapped in place, and your head will go in the padded area in between.  I
want you to put your body flush with the cushions, and I will adjust the
machine so your chastity cage is in the correct position."

E754 hesitated and refused to move.

"I won't ask again, slave," Lewis said.  "I can just as easily do this
while you are unconscious, and I promise you will regret that."

E754 complied.  It moved till its face sat in the U-shaped pillow, and it
raised its hands and allowed Lewis to strap them tightly into place.  Lewis
then used a control pad on the side to raise and lower the padded sections
in the middle till the slave's chastity cage fit perfectly in place.  Lewis
then bent down and used the bottom straps to tightly bind the slave's legs.

"Excellent," Lewis said as he moved to the other side of the device.

Thrusting his hands into his pocket, Lewis retrieved a small tool, which he
inserted into the bolt in the front of the band that went around the
slave's waist.  With a twist, the cage portion fell forward, and he removed
the entire metal pod that had surrounded the slave's groin.  Lewis's eyes
widened when he saw how large and heavy the slave's balls were and the
girth of E754's cock.

"Damn!  That is impressive!  Some of the biggest balls I have seen on a
slave."

Lewis reached down and held the ball sack, feeling the large testicles
inside.  As he did so, E754's hands formed a fist as it felt itself groped.
Its shaft stirred as blood flowed in, and a glob of precum spurted out and
dropped to the ground.

"Yes," Lewis responded.  "You will be a good-producing bull.  And look!"

Lewis saw the heart-shaped birthmark on the slave's sack.  It was now very
prominent now that E754's body hair had been removed and its testicles had
been enlarged.

"That heart on your sack is so cute!"

E754 growled and pulled on the device it was strapped to, causing the
machine to groan and squeak.  Lewis smiled as he looked up at the slave's
face, which stared at him through the hole in the cushion.

"So, you are a red tag," Lewis said.  "A hardened criminal, from what I
have read, that thinks it is the alpha and always in charge.  What do you
think of yourself now?  You may speak."

E754's face contorted as it shouted.

"Fuck you, asshole!"

The slave began to spit, but Lewis moved out of the way just as the fluids
sailed through the air and hit the ground.  The man then turned and gave
the slave a wicked grin.

"Attempted murder, drug dealing, armed assault, and among other crimes,
rape," Lewis continued.  "You obviously like to take the power from others,
right?"

"So?" E754.  "There is nothing you can do to me that I cannot endure.  I am
stronger than you think."

"Really?" Lewis said.  "Well, let me explain a few things to you."

Lewis strode to the side and pointed to the bull that was strapped into the
chair across from E754's empty stall.  The hairless slave had an
impressive, muscled frame, and its thick cock was slowly being milked by
the device attached to it.  A metal dildo in its ass primed and ready to
stimulate it when it was ready for extraction.

"C689 here is one of my best producers," Lewis said.  "It is a green tag,
meaning its family sold it into slavery.  It obeys me, and I treat it
respectfully and ensure it is healthy and well taken care of.  Even as a
red tag, I would have afforded you the same courtesy.  But it is clear from
your record and attitude today that you need a different type of care."

Lewis walked over to the empty stall and picked up a set of tubes, which he
pulled taught and attached to the port in E754's arm.  Moving to a panel,
he pressed the start button and adjusted the dials until fluid began to
pump into the slave.  E754 felt the drug immediately.  A flush went over
its body, and within a minute, its cock filled with blood and stood at
attention in front of it.  Lewis then grabbed the milking device and
lubricated it with a special fluid.  Placing it over E754's cock, he
pressed another button, and it applied a constant suction, sliding tight
onto the slave's shaft.  E754 grunted as it felt the pressure on its
member.

"Every day for the next ten to twenty years, you are going to spend your
days strapped tight in that empty chair just like the rest of the bulls
around you," Lewis said as he walked in front of the slave again.  "The
drugs you will be given will gradually increase your testicle size and
semen production until you are bursting at the seams, which will then be
extracted from your loins and sold for my profit.  Unlike C689 over there,
though, I am not going to moderate the drug.  You are going to be on a full
dose every day starting today.  Year after year, your testicles will be
supercharged and produce loads of semen for me until they, slowly but
surely, run dry.  The last day they function, you will be screaming in pain
as I extract the last amount of cum you will ever produce.  You will then
be put permanently into chastity, never again to see your useless cock and
balls, and sold to someone who can use what strength you have left in your
body for hard labor."

E754 screamed as it struggled against the device.  Lewis just smiled,
reached down, and unbuckled his belt.  As he pulled the button open on his
jeans and slid the zipper down, E754 stopped and stared.  Lewis kicked his
boots off and pulled on his jeans.  As they fell, his massive cock and
balls appeared underneath.

"What the fuck are you doing?" E754 asked.

Lewis said nothing as he pulled his shirt off, revealing his chiseled dark
chest and abs.  Tossing his clothes to the side, he stood naked in front of
the slave before grabbing the bottle of lubricant again and rubbing some on
his hardening cock.  He then pressed a button on the panel on the side of
the device that E754 was strapped to, and the frame rotated ninety degrees,
changing its configuration.  The slave felt its arms and legs move forward
and down, and its chest and ass move up until it was in a horizontal
position, putting it in a crouching position on its hands and knees.  Lewis
pressed another button, causing the slave's legs to spread apart, exposing
its ass in the back and letting its cock and enormous balls hang freely
below, with the suction device still firmly in place on its shaft.  E754
began to realize the predicament it was in.

"What the hell are you doing?" the slave screamed.

Lewis silently walked around the slave until he was staring at the bent
over and branded ass.  Using the lubricant, he coated his fingers and ran
them over E754's crack.  The slave tensed and struggled in response.

"What the fuck!  Don't you fucking dare!"

Lewis moved his fingers back and forth till he found the virgin, tight hole
of the slave.  With a bit of pressure, his finger slipped inside.

"Fuck!" E754 screamed.  "I ain't no fag!  Stop!"

Lewis just smiled as he moved his finger in and out twice before stepping
back and stroking his now hard, girthy, twelve-inch cock.

"No," Lewis finally spoke.  "You are my slave now.  Your body belongs to me
to do with as I wish, and you are about to feel what it is like to no
longer be the alpha.  I am in control around here.  I am your master, and I
am going to help extract your first load of semen for the day."

"No!" E754 screamed as Lewis moved between the strapped and spread legs and
slapped his cock against the slave's crack.

The device E754 was secured in had the large slave in the perfect position,
just like a fuck bench.  Pressing the bulbous head of his uncut cock into
the slave's crack, he paused just in front of E754's hole and held on to
the bars of the device.

"Time to pop your cherry, slave," Lewis said.

With a forceful thrust, Lewis's cock entered E754's ass and slid deep.  The
slave screamed in pain so loudly that it echoed in the room several times.
Several of the bulls being milked even came out of their drug-induced
euphoria to look over and watch.  Inch after inch of the man's thick meat
filled, stretched, and ripped the slave open, and E754's face turned red.

"Fucker!" the slave screamed.  "Stop!"

Lewis had little pity for the rapist.  It was time the slave was taught a
lesson, which would be hard and brutal.  As E754's feet curled and it
struggled against the metal frame that held it steady, Lewis swung his hips
and got into motion.  The first hard thrust sent his cock so deep in the
slave that his balls swung forward and impacted C754's with a loud smack.
Then, pulling out completely, he went in again, just as deep.  The assault
was hard, fast, and loud.

"Damn, you have a tight pussy!" Lewis growled as he spanked the slave's
bronzed skin and grabbed onto its waist for leverage.

The man pulled himself onto his large feet and leaned slightly back for
leverage as he pounded the slave's hole like a rabbit in heat.

"Fuck!" E754 screamed in pain.

Tears formed in the slave's eyes and fell down its face.  Its hands and
feet flopped back and forth as though it were trying to swim in a vain
attempt to try to get away.  It squeezed its ass to try to push out the
invading cock within, but that only made Lewis happier.

"Oh yeah!" Lewis growled.  "Grip my cock, you mother fucker!"

E754 coughed as spit fell from its mouth.  It had never been in such pain
nor so degraded in its life.  At the same time, it could feel its master's
cock pummeling its prostate.  Soon, its own shaft, sucked tight into the
device placed on it, began to produce precum like a river.  The fluids were
immediately pulled inside and sucked away through the tubing that ran up
and into the ceiling.

Lewis was starting to sweat.  He had not masturbated for three days in
preparation for his new slave's arrival, and he knew he would not be able
to last forever but wanted to give the slave a ride to remember.  His ebony
skin glistened in the light of the room, and his ass cheeks rippled as his
hips thrusted forward and back.

E754's head now began to bounce from the force of the fuck.  The pain
intensified as Lewis got deeper and deeper.  Soon, he was reaching the
slave's second ring, and the pressure on E754's prostate was having an
effect.  The slave felt a warm feeling building in its groin.  Its balls
began to ache, and its shaft swelled even more inside the tube.

"Oh, God!" E754 screamed as it closed its eyes.

The pain of the cock ripping its hole open, the stimulation of its
prostate, and the impacts of Lewis' hand on its ass soon led to the
inevitable.  The slave's heavy testicles lifted, and its Cowper's glad
activated.  Soon a surge of thick cum erupted from the slave's cock and
slammed into the tube that covered its shaft.

"Holy shit!" the slave yelled as more cum flew from its cock.

The device on its shaft sucked hard and steadily.  The fluids, audibly
making sounds is they were sucked up and over to the adjacent room to be
tested and stored for sale.  Lewis could feel the undulations of the
slave's organs as its ass instinctively clamped down on his cock.

"Very good, slave!" Lewis growled as he kept fucking.  "But I am not done
yet."

E754 screamed again as more cum was extracted from its balls.  It could
feel the flush of endorphins as its orgasm crested, but there was little
pleasure to be had.  Every large shot of semen was painful, and its ass
continued to be stretched and filled from behind.  And the drug it was on
refused to let its shaft deflate.  It stayed rock hard and filled with
blood as it was milked and prepped for more.

"Please stop!" E754 begged.  "I can't take anymore!"

Lewis just fucked harder.  The impact of his testicles on the slave's sent
shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and the gripping of his shaft by
the orgasming slave felt glorious.  The man closed his eyes and lifted his
head to the ceiling in bliss.

"God, this ass is so fucking nice!"

"Oh my God!" E754 sobbed in excruciating pain as the device sucked the
remainder of its load away and prepared for more.

For five more minutes, Lewis fucked hard and fast.  He was even amazed at
the stamina he had at this point.  Sweat was now pouring off his body, and
droplets sailed through the air, landing on the slave that was on its way
to submission.  But the inevitable was coming.  The man could feel it
inside his balls.

"Beg for it, slave!" Lewis shouted.

"What?" E754 replied as it cried.

"Beg for my load, or I will continue fucking you for the next hour!" Lewis
shouted back as he hit the slave's ass hard.

"Fuck!" E754 shouted as it tried to resist.

"Beg for me to breed you, slave!" Lewis shouted louder as he pushed deeper.

"Please," E754 replied.

"What?" Lewis screamed as he spanked the slave again.  "I want to hear you
beg me!"

"Please breed me," E754 said softly, gritting its teeth.

"Louder, slave!" Lewis shouted.  "Make sure every one of your fellow bulls
and the slave technicians can hear you.  Submit to me.  Shout it loud!"

"Please breed me!" E754 said louder.

"I said shout, slave!" Lewis said as he spanked the slave even harder
between thrusts.  "And call me Master!"

"Please breed my ass, Master!"  E754 screamed in pain.

"What was that?" Lewis said as he gripped the slave's waist and sped up for
the finish.

"Please breed my ass, Master!" E754 shouted so loud that its throat hurt.
"Breed your slave's ass.  Breed it now, Master!"

Lewis gritted his teeth as he thrusted deep and let his cock explode.  The
man's shaft undulated so strongly that the slave could feel the cum being
injected into it.  Lewis let out a groan and squeezed his hands tight
around the slave's waist as the orgasm nearly made him pass out.  Below,
the stimulation was too much.  E754 felt the cum pulsing out of its cock
again in more painful, thick shots.

"Fuck!" the slave screamed in agony as its guts were filled and its balls
were drained again.

The device on its shaft struggled to keep up as the thick fluids were
collected and sucked away for processing.  Lewis opened his eyes, and when
he saw them moving in the tubes, he smiled.  Spanking the slave's ass
twice, he paused before pulling back and letting his long shaft slide out.
A burp of cum mixed with blood dribbled out and fell to the floor.  E754
sobbed loudly as it felt its ass try to close again.

Kilo had dutifully waited quietly beside its master with a small towel in
its hand.  When Lewis was done, the slave handed the towel to him and let
the man wipe his body down and cool off.  Lewis then walked around and
lifted the face of the slave who had been finally defeated.  E754 was a
mess.  Its eyes were red, and crusted tears covered its cheeks.

"Now you are mine," Lewis said.  "Do I need to do this again when it's time
for another extraction in a couple of hours?"

"Please, no!" E754 replied.  "Not again."

"Look at me, slave," Lewis said as E754's eyes focused on him.  "You will
address me as Master."

"Please have mercy, Master," E754 replied.  "I can't take it again."

"Oh, you will get my cock again, slave," Lewis said.  "At least until that
ass is not tight anymore.  But, as long as you behave yourself and submit
to your milkings for the rest of the day, I will let you use your milking
stall.  Will you behave?"

"Yes, Master," E754 sobbed.  "Anything for you, Master."

Lewis grinned as he bent over to pick his clothes up.

"Kilo, please mount E754 in its stall for the remainder of the day's
extractions," Lewis said.

"Yes, Master," Kilo replied.  "Shall I give him the sedative portion of the
drug?"

"No," Lewis said.  "But, if he endures without any more trouble, you can
give him the full combination of the drug tomorrow."

E754 continued to sob as Lewis moved close to his face.

"Every orgasm you have today will be large and painful, just like the two
you just had.  Normally, the drug cocktail we give you to induce your
erections and charge your loads contains a pleasant portion that puts you
in a state of bliss.  In fact, many people take it as a recreational drug.
If you obey me and respect me and the other slaves here, you may have this
portion of the drug tomorrow.  But, if you resist and continue to
disrespect me, I will make every load you ever shoot feel like shards of
glass exiting your cock, and I'll continue to fuck you till you are gaping.
Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Master," E754.  "I understand, Master."

"Good," Lewis said as he gently tapped the slave's face and then looked at
Kilo.  "It is all yours now, Kilo.  Get it hooked up.  And when you put it
in its chair, shove the medium metal dildo up its ass to stimulate its
prostate.  This bull slave isn't a virgin anymore, after all."


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