By RotherhamMan
“That one there.”
Frank looked up to where Luis was nodding. “The one with the cap?”
“Nah, next to him, the one with the shorts on.”
Frank wasn’t subtle as he looked the guy up and down, taking in his clothes and how they fit him and speculating on what was beneath, “Oh, yeah, not too bad.”
“Nice lips,” muttered Luis. He could tell even from this distance that they were full and pouty lips that were rare for a guy. He was as open as his friend was in checking the guy out but more so when he palmed his erection. “I’d like them on my cock.”
Frank snorted as he finished a swig from the can of beer. “You’d like any lips on your cock.”
“Nah, I like a pretty face and lips. I have standards.”
The guy and his friends had noticed the two young men staring at them and after a few moments of shifting, clearly uncomfortable, moved on somewhere else. Luis rolled his eyes, couldn’t they take the compliment of being checked out? Probably straight, a waste of good lips in his opinion.
Frank watched them go, his eyes glued to their asses. “I saw the guy you went home with last Thursday—you have no standards.”
Luis flushed a little. “I was drunk.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Luis gave Frank a shove who spilled his drink on his shirt. “Dude!”
If anything Frank should thank him as it gave him an excuse to pull his wet top off and expose his upper body. Maybe people would show more interest if a sample of the good were on show. Frank was trim, but not to Luis’ tastes, seeing his as a first class bro but nothing more. There was a ghost of a six-pack that was nice to look at.
“Hey guys, wassup?”
The two turned to see a man their age headed for them with a confidence that most strangers wouldn’t. He was wearing skin tight jeans and a vest, showing off his body to everyone. It was a body to show off though, he had clearly worked hard to lose the fat and hone the muscles into a beefy body well above the average. As he reached them he settled into a relaxed stance and stared at them as if waiting for a response, grinning from ear to ear.
“Adam?” said Frank, after an awkward pause, “Is that you?”
Luis looked again at the stranger’s face and realised his friend was right! The muscle hunk before them was the third member of their trio, grinning at them like he had played a prank on them. “Christ man we haven’t seen you in weeks, where you been?”
“Living in a gym and living off steroids by the look of it,” said Frank.
Adam laughed—it was more like a giggle—and raised one of his arms in a bicep pose. The muscle swelled and for the first time Luis was hard at the sight of a bro. “Not too far off. Been hitting the gym so much I might as well live there!” As he flexed passers by were starting to take notice of him. Luis and Frank had been there for over an hour but while they had done a lot of rubbernecking they had been subject to very little themselves. Adam had more people looking at him in the last minute then they both had all day!
Luis felt envy rising as the people, men and women, looked at Adam but not him. Frank was still topless and he had one arm across his torso to rub the other as if trying to cover himself up. He clearly felt inadequate next to the muscleman.
“But no juice, not for me.” Adam raised his other arm and flexed it too in a double bicep pose. “This is one hundred percent natural British beef!” His voice raised for this. He was showing no shame in flaunting what he had, but who would blame him. Cocks (and pussies, though none of the three of them cared) were getting wet all around.
Luis felt his eyebrows raise. “You put on all that muscle in a few weeks naturally? Bullshit!” Last time they had seen him had been almost a month ago. Adam had been talking about joining a new gym and seemed quite excited about it, wanting to put in the effort to get bigger. The two had supported him, like good friends do, but then he had slowly been about less and less until he had all but dropped off their radar but for some texts about how busy he was with work and the gym.
Now he was here, twice the size he had been, and expected them to believe he wasn’t doped up like a drug mule?
But Adam was sticking to his story. “Nah, I promise you bro—”
“Bro?” repeated Frank. Since when did they use the word bro?
Adam ignored him. “—I did this the legit way. I got this new trainer in this new gym, he’s got me sweating bullets, man.”
“That’s what he said,” said Luis and he and Frank fist-bumped.
Adam laughed, “Nah, he won’t let me tap it, but I bet he’s got a nice cock.”
“Better than yours, now it’s all shrivelled up from the juice,” said Frank.
Adam looked like he was getting annoyed now. “I ain’t been juicing! Look, come to the gym with me and I’ll get him to show you, it’s all natural.”
Frank nodded condescendingly. “Okay, I’ll call your bluff. You in Luis?”
“Can’t,” said Luis, bitterly, “Seasonal rush at work. Gonna be busting my ass too much to hit they gym.”
Adam looked genuinely disappointed at this. “Shame.” Then he perked up, smiling even. “Well when the season’s over you can join us then.”
“Join you on the juice, you mean?” chipped in Frank.
Adam gave up, throwing his arms in the air. “Fuck you two! You’ll see, the boss man will show you both.” He turned and strode off. His departing figure still drew looks, most on his ass that looked so good in those tight jeans.
Luis shifted, his hard on no doubt visible. He felt weird at checking out his friend in such a sexual way. “What’s gotten into him?”
“Juice,” said Frank, simply.
***
It was almost another month before Luis was able to hang out with his friends again. They kept in touch through text but didn’t get to see one another. Their reunion was all planned by text so the first time he saw them was when he arrived at the new gym they had been going to—and praising almost non-stop—and saw them stood outside.
If it hadn’t been for Adam’s sudden growth over the first month then Luis would not have realised the two hunks were waiting for him to join them. Adam was even bigger than before and beside him Frank was now looking as big as Adam had done. Even as he watched the two were holding their biceps next to one another and comparing the size—Adam was bigger, no contest.
“Guys?” Luis asked, not sure what to say. The moment they turned to him though both men grinned.
“Luis! So good to see you.” Frank stepped forward and pulled Luis into a bone-crushing bear hug that he could not possibly escape from. Frank had been working out for about a year at other gyms but had never put on much muscle, no doubt because of his lack of effort and diet. This was an astonishing transformation, the guy filled out his previously baggy clothes and the faint six-pack was now a defined eight-pack.
But what was most noticeable was the growth to their chests. He hadn’t noticed so much on Adam as it was such a shock seeing him big but the two were now barrel chested, like their body type had changed. The whole upper chest was the star of the show and the pectorals were perfectly defined and round, almost as if inflated. For a crazy moment Luis thought he understood what straight guys saw in tits, his friends were just a few inches short of having titties rather than pecs.
“You’ve… grown…” Luis managed to get out, between lack of air and shock at the strength of his friend.
“Yep,” said Adam, also stepping up to him but thankfully not joining in with the hug. “And as our bro here will tell you it is all natural, right bro?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Frank grumbled as he let go of Luis who almost collapsed. “He was right and I was wrong. There’s no juice here.”
Luis panted, taking in the sight of the two men he had known all his life who were now almost completely different people. “So… you two seriously put on all this muscle… in a month?”
“Hell yeah!” cried Frank and curled his arms and flexed them along with his pectorals.
Adam copied the pose which was much more impressive on his body. “Still going too, no way are we gonna slow down!”
The two of them high-fived, grasping each other’s hand and squeezing in a friendly competition of strength, veins bulging on both arms.
“And you are too! You’re gonna be just ass big as us little bro!”
“I’m the oldest of us!” said Luis, though he knew only too well what they meant.
“Yeah, but now you’re the smallest so we can call you that.” Frank grinned at him, as if he hadn’t ever been as small as Luis.
Adam turned and entered the gym and while Frank was lagging behind Luis took a moment to speak to him in a low voice. “So what is the secret?”
“Huh?”
Luis rolled his eyes. “How’d you two get so big so fast?”
But Frank just shrugged, unconcerned. “Dunno, bro. Just work hard, eat right, take the shakes, do what we’re told.”
“Told? By who?”
Another shrug. “The Boss. The guy who owns this place. He trains us and tells us what to do.”
“You’ve been here a month, doing what this guy says, and you don’t know his name?”
Frank blinked a moment, looking confused. He looked like he was concentrating hard. Eventually he gave up, like it was far too much effort. “Yeah. Suppose he must have said, but we just call him Boss.”
“That’s because I boss them around.”
Luis looked to the new speaker. Yep, this guy was the gym owner alright. He looked like he worked out for a living rather than helping others to work out. He had a shaved head but a full beard that was perfectly trimmed. The vest he wore, like his two friend’s, must have been chosen to cover little and show off as much as his body as he could. It was a large body, with large muscles all covered in a layer of body hair. In-between his pecs, seemingly displayed with pride, were dog tags, ones that looked real rather than bought for fashion. Luis could believe this guy had been in the forces, the way he held himself made it clear.
“You must be Luis.” He held out a hand that was much bigger than Luis’ and would no doubt crush his. But Luis wasn’t the kind of guy to back down.
“I am. Do I get to know your name?” He took the hand and gave his firmest handshake. The other man barely put in the effort and still gave the most manly shake Luis had ever gotten. It was a display of his masculinity and it was so easily done.
The larger man chuckled. “Can’t imagine how it would matter, you’ll be calling me Boss too soon enough.”
Luis had rarely met such confidence and arrogance in a man older than himself. “Even so—” began Luis but he was cut off as if he hadn’t spoken.
“I have your shakes ready, boys.” He produced two bottles of pink milkshake. “Drink ‘em up while they’re fresh!”
The two all but grabbed them from the man like addicts grabbed at the drugs their dealer offered.
“Nice, love these shakes.” That was all Adam had time to say as he opened his bottle and chugged it down like his life depended on it.
“Not often something good for you tastes good too!” agreed Frank after he had downed his.
“I have one for you too, Luis.” The man—Luis refused to think of him as the Boss—had a third shake in his hand. If anything this one was a brighter pink than the other two had been. “Your bros told me all about you so I put something special together just for you to start you off on.”
Luis was aware of Frank and Adam staring at him expectantly. He had never expected peer pressure to drink a milkshake. “Thanks, what’s in it?”
“It’s not juice!” said a very exasperated Adam.
The gym owner smiled at him. It was friendly but still somehow unnerving to Luis. “It’s a cocktail of chemicals you can find in plants and animals, completely safe for human consumption, that promote muscle growth.”
“Yeah, like that makes it any clearer.”
“Do you show this much concern over the store-bought food you eat?” Frank put a heavy hand on Luis’ shoulder. “We’ve been chugging this stuff down and it’s done us no harm, has it?”
“Suppose.” Luis took the shake but was sure to take his sweet time in drinking it. “Here goes.” To his surprise, and annoyance, it did taste good and he too downed it in one go.
“Hey”
Luis swallowed the last of the shake and looked around. As he had been drinking the owner had crossed to the desk area by them, presumably his, and had grabbed the arm of a young man about Luis’ age. The younger man was trying to pull away but it was clearly a losing battle.
“What gives? I ain’t done nothing!”
The owner effortlessly dragged the lad in closer, leaning in to intimidate him. “So you ‘ain’t’ got a fist full of notes from my till in your pocket?” He reached into said pocket, ignoring the man’s protests, and pulled out a handful of notes, just as he had said.
The lad shifted. “That’s my money,” he said, but he was fooling no one.
The owner however played along. “Really? Well my eyes must be deceiving me, but fortunately I have CCTV on the till and that won’t be lying.” There was an awkward silence before he spoke again. “How about we resolve this without involving the police?”
The man looked at him suspiciously, and rightly so in Luis’ opinion. An offer like this usually meant one thing. “How do you mean?”
“Step into my office and we’ll discuss what to do with you.” The man was given no choice. The much larger man headed to a doorway that led to a private area and the smaller man simply had to walk with him or be dragged. The door closed behind them.
“What’s he gonna do to him?” asked Luis.
To his surprise the other two looked not worried but envious.
“If the kid’s lucky he’ll be getting some of Boss’ cock!” said Frank.
“Damn, I would love some of that. If I’d known stealing from the till would get me alone with him I’d have done it ages ago.” Adam rubbed at his crotch, his gym shorts tented.
But Luis couldn’t let it go. “He’s not gonna… hurt him, or anything?”
Adam chuckled. “He’ll give the guy what he deserves, best leave it to the Boss.”
“He is the Boss, after all,” agreed Frank, like it was a fact, a mantra.
“So you say.” Luis didn’t like this place, nor did he like the gym owner and the influence he seemed to have on his friends.
But those friends were very eager to work out and Luis too was feeling the energy inside him. It must have been the shake and his friend’s enthusiasm. He joined them in their work out, trying to forget what he had seen and lose himself in the burn.
He did notice that the owner and the would-be thief didn’t leave the office while he was there.
Over the next week Luis went to the guy another three times with his friends, who were quickly becoming his workout buddies rather than friends. He was even getting messages from them less and less and reading them was starting to become difficult. None of them had been the best at school but at least they had been able to spell basic words. When he did meet them he always ended up meeting the gym owner too—still not gonna call him that—and had watched as his friends practically drooled over him and acted like obedient puppies to get their doses of milkshake. He would admit the guy was hot, if you were into muscle daddy figures. He had been given a shake too, his still a bright pink, and dammit if he wasn’t starting to look forward to them. They not only tasted great but did give him a boost of energy that lasted all workout. Leaving the gym had never felt so satisfying, his muscles aching with the burn of a job well done.
He had to admit to the results though. At home he couldn’t stop himself for looking for improvements after every session and flexed before his full length mirror, sometimes in nothing at all. He was seeing progress, slow but much faster than he ever had before. His chest in particular was seeing improvement, growing faster than even the six pack that was faintly carved on his stomach. But although he was liking the slow growth he had noticed that it seemed to come with a side effect. His nipples were feeling a bit more sensitive. They never had before but now he was noticing a tingle when he put on a shirt and it brushed across them that would leave him shuddering. When he had been masturbating he had even found his hands drifting to them for a tweak as he went along, cumming noticeably harder than he had before. It had to be linked to the workouts, what else could it be?
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. His friends were becoming more and more distracted by anything that came along and he could barely hold a conversation with them. It was like they were becoming addicted to their workouts too and Luis was starting to wonder if they even had their jobs any more. More often than not they were waiting for him when he got there, eager to workout but waiting for him and looking like they were only taking a break from an ongoing session.
Luis was sure there was something dodgy going on, having grown up in a rough neighbourhood he knew danger when it was about but still couldn’t single out where it was coming from. Just the gym and its creepy nameless owner. So he took matters into his own hands.
The fourth night at the gym he was able to leave early, making an excuse of needing an early start, and found a place to watch the gym without being watched in turn. He knew it would take a while but he was ready for the wait if it brought him any answers. It helped that the buzz, or high, of the milkshake was still keeping him filled with leftover energy. Eventually the lights went out and it looked like no one was home. The place was locked up for the night. Still, Luis waited a while to make sure.
One of the things he had learned growing up, that had repeatedly got him into trouble, was lock-picking and he had made a note of what locks the gym doors had. The back door was the least secure and he wouldn’t be seen breaking in. If there was an alarm that was more sophisticated than he could handle he would just have to leg it. Good thing he had worked on his legs and endurance recently. The lock gave easily to him and he eased the door open and slipped inside. He could so easily have wound up a no-good criminal but hadn’t liked the idea of being a gay man in jail, or the difficult life that came with crime, so had broken away from his roots to go legit. Until now, but this was for a good cause, he was sure.
Almost as soon as he was inside however he knew he wasn’t alone. He could hear noises coming from the gym floor and see a light that he hadn’t from outside. Wondering who could be doing what so late he crept forward in the darkness, feeling his way slowly, and found the door to the gym floor. He eased the handle and opened the door a sliver to see.
It was Adam and Frank. It was gone midnight by now and they were still here using the equipment. There was no talking, they were both in their own little world as they lifted their weights in unison like some form of synchronised exercise. They wore nothing but jockstraps that might once have been white but were now stained with sweat. Their faces were blank, both miles away in the zone of working out, but their bodies were soaked with sweat, drenched even, from what must be a killer workout that must still be the one they were in the middle of when he left hours ago. Was this how they got so big? Just working out through the night non-stop?
But something about the scene only confirmed Luis’ suspicions that something was wrong and whatever it was it had his friends in its grasp. That meant it was his business and he was going to put a stop to it—just as soon as he knew what it was.
“Alright boys,” said a familiar voice from the shadows, “That’s enough for tonight. Lets get a look at you.”
As one the two man stopped what they were doing and stood to attention side by side; arms folded behind them, chest puffed out, and gazes fixed straight ahead. Luis had never seen them so disciplined.
Out of the shadows emerged the owner. He was wearing cargo trousers but had stripped off his top, wearing only his dog tags, half hidden by the hair of his chest and cleft between his pectorals. He circled the two slowly, taking in their bodies from every angle. “Looking good. Frankie here is catching up nicely. I hope your newest brother will soon be joining these late night sessions.”
Luis wondered who they were talking about; his two friends weren’t brothers and they were both only children.
Stood behind the younger men the owner clapped them on the shoulders. “Right, now time for your reward for good work. You boys want your reward?”
“Yes Boss,” the two said in unison. For the first time since his arrival they displayed some emotion, eagerness and excitement in their voices. Even back in their school days the three of them and whichever other students they could rally had been disobedient of any authority, a trait they had never grown out of even when the authority outside of school was the police. They had never gone so far as to be locked up but they had been as difficult as possible to goad the officers, watching them as they desperately wanted to use their power to teach them a lesson while knowing they might get caught—they knew to do their disobedience in public places with witnesses. But this man, big and imposing as he was, had the two street kids obeying him like… Luis wasn’t sure whether to call them soldiers that the owner once commanded or to call them dogs.
The owner rubbed their shoulders, in their personal space and speaking low. It felt predatory. “Of course you do. You’ve been good boys and good boys get what they deserve. Come along.” The owner headed to another one of the back rooms and the two men followed him. There was no emotion to them, like they were just following order and nothing more. Like robots. The three disappeared into the room and the door closed.
Luis stayed where he was, not rushing his actions or decisions. He could try and follow them now or wait until they were busy with whatever they were doing. Either way he risked getting caught if they came back and he doubted he could outrun or fight against any of them. As he and his friends rough-housed in the changing rooms over the last week he had found himself easily pushed about by them and no matter how friendly it was he was now very aware of their strength. Something told him his friends wouldn’t take his side if it came to it. The owner seemed to have some influence over them, a strong one too.
Luis waited for about five minutes before easing the door open the rest of the way and slipping into the dimply lit gym. Making sure his footsteps were slow and not making any noise he crept across the workout area. He kept the edge of the room with plenty of equipment between him and the open area so if one of the three men did come back he would have something to hide behind.
It was a good thing he had. Just as he was nearing the door it opened and he quickly ducked down behind an elliptical machine. It wasn’t the best cover but it was dark and no one there was expecting or looking for him. The owner left the room and closed the door behind him. He was dressed as he was when he went it the room, t-shirt and shorts, but now he had an obvious erection tenting them. He leaned back against the door and let his head fall back, palming himself slowly through the fabric with a heavy sigh. After a moment of this he stopped, ending with a pat on his manhood. “Soon,” he muttered, “Not much longer.” He then crossed the room and disappeared from sight in the direction of his office.
Again, Luis waited a few minutes before moving again. The owner hadn’t locked the door but on the other side were his two friends who, on the one hand, were in trouble but, on the other, still under his control and not reliable. They might give his presence away.
But Luis couldn’t leave them. He opened the door.
Luis was a man, and he had seen his share of porn. Of course he had explored the various kinds of porn and the kinkier side of sexuality and found himself to have a few fetishes and things that did it for him that wouldn’t do it for everyone else. He had seen some videos, professional and armature, of all sorts of things during those dark nights with his hand on his cock, seeing what sent him over the edge.
The one that did get him hard that he would be hesitant to admit to was suited men. Coming from a low class he was regularly dressed in joggers and a hoodie with trainers, sometimes even showing off his underwear, and would never be seen in an office—especially not working there. And the idea of working for a man in a well dressed suit was enough to make him sneer. So it had come as a shock to him as he had watched the video of two suited men, both clearly well built under those shirts, ties, and blazers, making out and slowly peeling their clothes off. He particularly enjoyed it when the suit was ruined and a suited man was in charge or being made to submit.
It had confused him but he had cum to such videos many times. It was even bad in real life. He didn’t meet suited men often but on one occasion he had been made to have a session with a social worker as part of some scheme to help the youth funded by rich people who liked to pretend that they cared. Across the table from him sat a rather handsome man—nothing to tell about his sexual orientation other than a lack of wedding ring—who was rather well dressed. Like many other times Luis bluffed his way through the meeting but his thoughts kept straying back to what sex with the man would be like. Would the man let him ruin that suit that cost more than he made in a year? Or would the man demand respect from him?
Most worrying of all, if he did demand respect, would he give it to him? And what if the gym owner, who was gay and had a strange interest in the young men he trained, had met him on that first day wearing a suit, would he have been more incline to call him Boss and submit to him like the others had? Luis was secure in his sexuality, but not in his position with other men.
But this mild sexual interest was nothing compared to how disturbing the scene in the room was. This was like something out of the darker ones that hadn’t done it for him on a screen and was downright scary in real life. No, it was more like something out of a horror movie.
Inside the room were two leather beds, almost like dentist chairs, with his friends not only on them but strapped down on with leather straps in key places to make sure they couldn’t escape no matter how strong they were. Not that they were trying to, they seemed very happy with the way things were. On their heads were what looked like VR headsets that covered their whole faces, held in place by buckles. Their cock’s were encased in pumps that looked like they were made for milking cows, steadily pumping their erections up and down and leaking lubricant to keep the action nice and smooth. Between their legs Luis could see what looked like the base of a dildo that was worryingly large and seemingly vibrating deep inside their asses. They were steadily bucking their hips within the confines of the restraints, thrusting into the pump and grinding down on the vibrators. It was almost as if the straps were looser there to allow the movement, they were allowed—or wanted—to do this.
As he watched one of them—identifiable as Adam only by his size as his face was covered by the mask—came with a loud groan and a full body shudder. The milking pump didn’t slow down at all, pumping him through the orgasm without mercy, but unlike the milking of a cow the produce was not collected. Adam’s load—thicker, whiter and far larger than any Luis had ever seen—flooded the pump before leaking out the bottom and down Adam’s thighs and sides, running along the deep cuts of his abdominals. It added to the lubricant but was otherwise allowed to be wasted.
But the strangest of all was on their chests: their pectoral muscles looked swollen, almost like muscle breasts and the nipples were large and red. Luis hadn’t noticed them like that earlier that night or even about ten minutes ago when they had gone into the room. Their chests had been larger than most men’s but nothing like this. Attached to the nipples was a similar pump to the ones on their cocks only smaller and these were hooked up to a vat between the two beds. The vat was slowly filling with a white milk-like substance that was clearly being pumped from the two men. Luis could see it being produced by their nipples, it was almost like they had little cocks on their chests that were steadily cumming only the milk—that was all he could think to call it—was runnier than the cum was and not as copious in volume. Also unlike the cum being forced from them, this was collected, not a drop being spilled.
As Luis watched in shock Frank groaned and the pump on his cock filled with the release of his orgasm and the tubes from his nipples spurted milk into the vat. Although he could not see their faces Luis could tell by the writhing of their bodies and the noises they were making they were enjoying the torture. That was what this had to be, right? The way those pumps didn’t slow down through the orgasm, starting to work out another before the last had even reached its peak, and the unnatural man-milk that was somehow being made and taken from the two men. Luis was sure that, however obediently the owner had made them submit to this, the treatment was against their will.
Luis stepped to the closest bed with Frank on it and tried undoing the straps but they were locked shut. It seemed such a serious step to take as there was no way the men could have released themselves, why lock them? Knowing this was futile Luis looked instead to the headset. It was buckled but not locked and he was able to undo the straps and pull it off. As he did he saw the reason it covered all of the face. The mask also had a dildo gag built in that looked like it went deem into the throat and was loaded with some liquid to drink like cum, he saw it dripping—bright pink, just like his milkshakes. He looked to the scree that had been inches from Frank’s face. It displayed a distorted swirling image that was difficult to look at. He thought he saw immages and words flash up but wasn’t able to adjust his eyes enough to make them out before they were switched back to the swirl. He discarded it.
Frank face was like a fish. His eyes were wide and glassy, not really seeing, and his mouth hung open, tongue lolling inside for the phallus that had just been removed. Luis tried speaking to him and snapping his fingers in his face but there was no response. Getting desperate he slapped his friend. Once seemed to get a response as Frank grunted and blinked in confusion so he did it again, harder to really get his attention.
“Fuck!” cried Frank. He moved as if to strike his attacker back and quickly found himself restrained. “Wait, what?” Looking about wildly he saw his friend stood over him. “Luis? What’s going on?”
“I though you might know, the gym owner has you and Adam here, milking you like cows!”
Frank stared down at himself in rising horror, eyes going from the pumps on his chest to the pump on his cock. “Milking—oooh fuck!” His head fell back as his body went rigid. The penis pump filled with more semen, it was starting to run out onto his navel and thighs and down to the dildo inside him. The tit-pumps also filled and heavy spurts were deposited in the vat.
Luis stared in disbelief. “Dude, you came just a minute ago and you’re still going?”
Frank was panting and in no condition to give an answer. “Fuck… I can’t… think straight… get me out of here! Get this shit off me!” He started struggling against the straps, finding that all his hard earned muscles were no match for the leather.
“I can’t, it’s all locked on.”
There was a guttural moan and the two looked over to Adam. His much larger body had a larger cock and pump than Frank and the greater size seemed to come with greater pleasure. His penis pump had cum flowing out of it and running everywhere, even spilling onto the floor. His milk however was not wasted and even though it ran like a fauset it was all funnelled into the vat.
“Luis,” Frank said in a scared voice, “He’s been going to this place longer… he’s like some… brain-dead cum factory… Luis… I don’t wanna be like that! You gotta help me please, I’m begging!” He was all but crying and Luis could barely look him in the eye.
“I don’t know how.” He knew what he had to do but hated it. “I’m going to have to leave you and get help.” It was the logical play, he may be a street rat but that didn’t mean he wasn’t smart enough to be strategic.
“No,” Frank was panicking now and desperate for release from his bonds. “Luis please, come back!” On the other side of the room the mindless muscle that had been Adam was giving a long low groan as his hips bucked frantically, already working up to his next release.
“I will, but I need help. I’m gonna get the police, or someone. Just hold on a little, okay?” But Frank was raising his voice and even though the door was closed Luis knew his voice might carry. “You have to be quiet, okay? He might come back and…” If the owner did come back then he would find one of his victims had been tampered with and be alerted to his presence. To give him more time he would have to make it look like he had never been here. He reached down and picked up the mask, not looking forward to this, but it was the strategic thing to do. “I’m sorry, Frank.”
As Frank opened his mouth to protest Luis quickly inserted the gag and force the mask into place, ignoring his friend’s muffled screams of terror. He had to fight to hold his head still but managed to buckle it into place. Frank’s struggling became less and less as whatever he was seeing and drinking took hold of him. Luis stepped back. It was now like he had never been there, Frank was starting to buck his own hips like his counterpart. At least he was calm and not in pain while Luis was gone.
Luis had to hurry, who knew how much time he had? He quietly left the room, scanning the gym floor to see if the owner or anyone else was around. Finding it empty he moved as fast as he dared for the back door he had come in through. The police were not his friends and going to them for help was not a fun idea but he was desperate. This was beyond him, he did not have the skill to try and sort out whatever the perverted gym owner was doing here. Maybe the police didn’t either but they would be better equipped if nothing else. This was even if he could convince them of what was happening or even to take a look into it. He and his friends were not popular with the police but surely he could convince them, he had seen it with his own eyes and they would believe how sincere he was. They would have to!
“Hello Luis.” Luis froze and turned to see the owner stood with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn’t look alarmed at the intruder, just amused and disappointed.
There was no point in denying that he had seen his friends so he didn’t bother with any of his usual routines of playing ignorant. “What the fuck are you doing to them?” asked Luis.
The larger and older—and no doubt faster and well trained in combat—man was unmoving. He was looking at Luis with hungry eyes, more-so than on their other meetings. “I am making them big and strong, just like they wanted. And in return, I take what I want.”
“You’re milking them like fucking cows!” he all but yelled.
“Yes,” said the man patiently, unphased by Luis’ shout, “The best way to get what I need.”
“If you need cum you could have them jack-off. You could even pay them, what guy wouldn’t want to get paid for jacking-off?”
The owner smirked. “But it is not their cum that I need, it is their milk. And the yield is so much better with them stimulated, mentally and physically.”
“They’re not cows, moron, they’re men! Men don’t give milk!” Even as he said it Luis remembered what he he had seen, the liquid drawn from their tits—pecs—could only be called milk.
“These men do, once they’ve had enough of the serum over a long enough period.”
“Serum?” Luis muttered in confusion before he felt fear creep up his spine. “The milkshakes?” How many had he had? How many had his friends had? What had they done to his body already? Had the plan been to get him in one of those machines and pumping out body fluids for this sicko?
As if knowing what he was thinking the owner said, “You haven’t had enough yet but you are on your way. How are those titties feeling? Been sore lately?”
Luis was a moment away from attacking the man. Screw his advantages, Luis was younger and had anger on his side and he sure as hell wasn’t running from him. “You won’t get me in one of those machines—and I’m going to get my friends out!”
The man snorted. “You already tried to get them out, and you failed. And you’ve tried to leave, you failed that too.”
“I can still fight you,” Luis snarled. He hadn’t been in the forces but he had grown up on the streets where fighting was a normal part of growing up. He could give as good as he got and surely he could put up a fight against him.
“You wouldn’t win. But I think it is much more appropriate that you fight someone on your level instead.” Rather than stepping forwards towards him the owner stepped aside and revealed that there was another figure stood behind him who had been hidden in the shadow.
“Adam?” said Luis, uncertainly after squinting in the half-light.
“Bro…” Adam spoke slowly and like the word didn’t fit right in his mouth. He made no movement, just stood and stared at Luis but clearly not really seeing him.
“Adam, you gotta help me and Frank!” He knew it was useless as he tried. Adam’s mind was fucked up, maybe permanently, and the owner had him wrapped around his finger.
“Bro!” said Adam again, perking up at the mention of his bro and the sight of another. He strode forward and before Luis could get away he had the smaller man in a bear hug that was far too strong.
“Adam, no, get off me!” Luis choked out, his struggling meaning nothing to the mounds of muscle wrapped around him.
“Bro hug, nice and tight,” said the hunk, as if it was the only justification he needed.
“Adam!” cried Luis again but he knew it was no good. The man wasn’t in his right mind, it had been messed with and was now under the owner’s control—his Boss.
Even as Adam regained some thinking power it was on entirely the wrong track to be of any use. “See how strong I am, bro! So big and swole!”
The owner was watching with a satisfied grin. “Why not show your bro how you got so big and swole? You can make him big and swole too just like you?”
Adam looked like all his wishes had been granted, his face a picture of happiness at this suggestion. “Hell yeah, you hear that, bro? You’re gonna be big like me, ain’t that cool?”
“No, Adam, I don’t want to be like you!” But his pleas were falling on deaf ears. Adam had already made up his mind.
“Sure you do, it’s great. You’ll thank me after, promise.” With little adjustment of his grip Adam carried his bro back into the milking room as if he were nothing. No amount of struggling could stop both him and the owner manhandling him into place on the bed that had been Adam’s and strapping him into place. Luis felt the sweat and cum that Adam had left behind soak into his clothes but as soon as he was buckled in, a process that got quicker as he went along as he could move less and less, those clothes were torn to pieces by Adam’s big bare hands. Then Luis was naked on the machine and the sweat and cum was sticking to him.
Beside him Frank was still strapped in and back in whatever fantasy world that had him forgetting about his imprisonment and happy to give up the goods.
“Why?” asked Luis before the owner forced a gag into his mouth. It wasn’t a dildo gag like the others had but a tube gag that led to somewhere he couldn’t see with the other end inside his mouth too deep for him to force out or reject anything fed through it.
The owner looked down on him, thinking over his response. “Well it is a secret but soon you won’t be able to tell anyone anything important so I suppose it doesn’t matter. I like you, kid. You weren’t as gullible as your friends and distrusted me. You even came to try and rescue your friends. Yeah, I like you, you could have gone far in the forces. Shame, real shame.”
The man moved around, getting his new victim ready for whatever he was going to do to him, Luis couldn’t see all of it but he could hear just fine. “See, I used to be in the special forces. Back in the day I was part of some serious covert and secret shit that would be disastrous if it got out. But I was, and still am, a good soldier. I’m loyal and keep my mouth shut. So when I retired and set up this place they came to me to help them with a new project. One that would see me get the fun I wasn’t allowed to have back in the day, gays not being allowed and all that. I had years to catch up on, years spent around fine looking men who I couldn’t touch or even look at. Should have seen how big my blue balls were swollen to!”
He had a dildo in his hand and now Luis could see how big it was he was glad he had one at home he used frequently, otherwise this one might had torn him in half. The owner lubed it up well before sliding it between his legs and pressing it in with little resistance even if it wasn’t wanted. Luis writhed as he tried to accommodate it or at least get comfortable. It filled him up and then some, stretching his anus as it touched every part of his insides.
“Anyway, see the boffins in the lab cooked up this chemical, a drug or a steroid or a serum, whatever you want to call it, and it makes men big and strong and powerful. It’s a super-soldier serum like in those modern movies, but it has a side effect. It turns men into the dumbasses you see here.” Ge gestured at Adam, who was stood in the corner watching. He was just stood there, hips jerking occasionally and cock leaking drops of cum while his tiddies heaved and a slight dribble ran down from his engorged nipples. “Now, a dumbass in the army is nothing new, but we need them to be obedient and reliable, not stopping to fuck anything that moves.”
The man took hold of Luis’ cock and stoked it to hardness easily. Luis glared at him and hated how he could be able to get so hard so easily despite the situation. The man was hot and knew what he was doing with a cock—the vibrator in his ass, though not turned on, didn’t help. Once he was fully hard the penis pump was slipped on and he knew from how warm and soft it was and how it held him tightly that he wouldn’t be able to get soft while it was still on. As he looked closer at it he saw that the warmth and moisture was not how it normally was, he had been given the same pump Adam had had and it was still slick with his cum that was now lubing up his own cock.
“So the stuff is pretty much useless—unless it is filtered before a guy drinks it. It’s only like this in it’s raw form, what I’ve been giving you three, but once it has been through the human body and lactated out—another side effect—then it is fit for consumption and can turn boys into men without turning the brains into bricks! So, the military needs a supply of men to be these filters so the real troops can have the final product.”
And on went the tit-pumps. He didn’t have much of a chest like the other two but the devices went on anyway and stuck fast, ready to catch whatever he had to give. Luis screwed his eyes shut and breathed heavily through the nose. If they had been put on first then the man wouldn’t have needed to arouse him, not now his nipples were hot-wired to his dick and the vacuum the suckers created was stretching them ever so slightly but enough to make him squirm. The man snorted down at him.
“That’s where I come in, finding lads like yourselves who no one will miss and are better off off the streets, and I give you a job serving your country. And I get to have my fun along the way, none of the big boys care so long as they get their man-milk.” The man stood back to admire his work. Luis really was a piece of meat to him then, all spread out and at his mercy. Once he had had his fill the man hit a switch at the head of the bed and the apparatus came to life.
The suckers on his nipples tingled and vibrated, not sucking yet but readying him for what was to come. The pump began to work his length, oozing lube to make its motions smoother. And bright pink milkshake began to enter his mouth and throat through the tube in his gag. Luis struggled not to swallow but the tube was too deep in his throat and only a dribble escaped his mouth while all the rest of it was forced into him.
The owner looked down at him in mock pity. “You wanna see how good it can be for you? Remember the first day you were here and that thug tried to steal some cash from the till? Never saw him again, did you? That’s because I’ve been keeping him here as a trial subject for the filtered milk, I test every guy’s milk just to be sure.”
He went to the open door and whistled loudly with his fingers in his lips. Almost instantly running could be heard and a man, just as large as Adam was, came into view. He was wearing a crop-top in green camo colours but otherwise was dressed as a proper soldier. Luis recognised him vaguely even though he looked different now his hair had been been given a buzz-cut.
“Adam here is a fine cow and is responsible for the growth of Billy into the beast of a man you see here.”The owner stepped up to his soldier and clapped him on the shoulder with pride. “You’re all ready for the fight, aren’t you Billy? Now you’ve been given your training.”
“Sir, yes sir. I am ready for deployment,” barked the man, Billy.
“Truth is that Billy here is unlikely to see any action—not on the battlefield, anyway. He’s most likely going to end up the cum-dump for whichever platoon he is sent to, I mean look at him.” Billy was turned around and had his cargo trousers pulled down to show off his round ass, clearly muscled but with a perfect amount of softness, ripe for fucking. “Guys like this are made for making love, not war. A damned waste if you ask me, sending them all out there, but I am loyal… so long as I get boys like you to play with.” He gave that perfect ass a slap before giving new orders. “Those clothes are in the way, take that shirt off. Show off what I gave you.”
The new soldier—if he could be called that—was obedient. The moment the command was given he was obeying and stripping off his top. He did it in a way that must have been practised and drilled into him as it was far too sexual to be casual, with movements that showed off his arms and the torso underneath like some stripper. Luis hadn’t gotten a great look at him before and barely remembered but knew he hadn’t been anything like this. He had been of a similar build to himself and was no doubt on the skinnier side of lean with little body hair. Now his stomach was a chiselled eight pack underneath a firm pair of pectorals, both covered in a thick layer of hair. With the shirt off he returned to his stance, displaying his body as if no one was with him, like he had nothing else to do other than wait for more orders.
“Impressive, isn’t he?” said the owner, not expecting to be contradicted. “Show off those guns of yours, soldier.”
Billy performed a series of flexes and poses like a bodybuilder would, clearly enjoying himself as he strained the muscles for his audience. He was erect in his trousers but that didn’t seem to matter to him. He was undeniably impressive, but if he were to be the basis of some super soldier Luis would have said he belonged more in a bodybuilder competition. He didn’t look like he was made for actual fighting, but if the owner was to be believed then that didn’t matter for this guy.
The machine working Luis was infuriating! It couldn’t possibly know how close he was to summing but it never worked him up to it. It was working at just the right speed to work him up but he knew he could never cum from this. No matter how many angles it stimulated him from he was never going to cum. But the visual treat of Billy was working some magic and he felt himself getting closer. He hadn’t noticed that he was sucking on the tube in his mouth, sucking it like it was a real cock and swallowing the milkshake automatically.
“Those muscles are nice and big, watch this: Soldier, if you can lick your own armpit then I’ll give you a special treat!”
Billy instantly raised his arm and twisted to try and get his head in his own pit, his tongue outstretched as far as it would go. A normal man might have been able to do it but Billy’s pec, shoulder and bicep were all too big and were preventing him from doing any more than tickling the edge of his armpit with the very tip of his tongue. He knew this wasn’t enough to satisfy his commanding officer and the desperation to please and earn that treat showed on his face. It was no good though, he could not do it.
The owner shook his head in mock disappointment that Billy seemed to think was real. “Go back to the office, I’ll be with you in a while. Feel free to jack off but if you cum without permission you will be punished.”
“Sir, yes, sir.” The ‘soldier’ turned and left.
The owner chuckled to himself. “He’ll almost certainly cum, won’t be able to help himself. But it gives me an excuse to go extra rough on him, not that I need one.” The man strode over to Luis, unable to get away from him, and pulled up a stool next to him. He could tell that Luis was getting close and with an evil smile turned a knob Luis couldn’t see and the machine slowed down. Luis couldn’t stop the high pitched whine he gave and the man chuckled openly.
“You can’t have missed how obedient he is now, like Adam is, that I didn’t just change their bodies. Truth is, this formula can’t change one without the other but we can do some interesting stuff with the mind while it is mashed up. We can reshape it, condition it how we like. Billy has become an obedient soldier, albeit a sexed-up one, with the discipline he needed to make something of himself. Can you believe he didn’t want it? I interrogated him while he was soft enough to tell me what I wanted to know, he was happy being a common street thug. That would never lead to anything so I fashioned him into something that will be of use to society: a cum-dump for the boys overseas. He is so much happier now, couldn’t you see it on his face? So happy being a good boy.”
He turned his full attention back to Luis, focussing on his stomach. Luis looked down with difficulty and saw his stomach was slightly bloated. He had barely felt it for how he was being worked over but now he realised it he felt full of the stuff. It had tasted nice before and he had wanted more but not like this! He could feel it in his system, like he had before every workout he had drank some, but this was a lot more of it and the surge of energy was building higher with no sign of tapering off.
The man ran a hand over his swollen belly, making him shudder from the contact. “You look like you’re almost done, nice and full of the raw milk, soaking into your system. You’re going to be a good boy too soon, just like Billy—but without the brains he was able to keep.” He looked over to the other occupants of the room. Adam was still stood where he had been left, no better or worse. Frank was also just as he had been for the proceedings, humping away at nothing. “Let’s get your friends up to watch the show, shall we?”
When the mask came off Frank this time he didn’t come back to his senses, instead his Boss whispered to him in a low voice, too low to be heard and Frank lapped up every word, eager to please and obey. The Boss helped him sit up and off the bed and the three stood to take in the sight of their new man-cow.
Luis couldn’t see but it wasn’t just his stomach that was bloating. As the milk entered his system and circulated around his body he slowly grew in size, straining against the leather straps. His cock was growing too to fill the pump and his chest looked like they could be mistaken for real tits at a glance but were too firm on closer inspection. The nipples could just be seen on their peak inside their suckers that were now stimulating sensitive skin. It really felt like he had another two cocks on his chest and they were all being jacked off.
“I think he’s ready,” said the Boss and flicked another switch to kick the machine into it’s highest setting.
As the pumps and vibrator went into overdrive Luis screamed at the stimulus. He had never known anything like this, it was like his every nerve had been touched by a live wire! He screamed himself horse as an orgasm was forced from him and he filled the pump to bursting point, semen spraying out of the seal at the bottom. His nipples came too, there was no other word for it, and milk gushed out into the vat more than both the other two cows had together in one of their orgasms.
The amount of milkshake and the built-up orgasm had a different effect from the ones he and his friends had had on the gym floor. As the orgasm peaked it filled out his entire body. The bloated sensation in his stomach spread to his limbs and merged with a burning feeling, the formula that had saturated his system was now active and converting to muscle. He had been skinny before with negligible musculature which had developed nicely over the past week but was still small, now it was swelling up and filling out into the body of a muscle twink. Like Billy he was growing body hair too, enough to be a light dusting but not much.
Luis was so high on the feelings he didn’t notice how his scream now sounded more like a cow’s moo.
The Boss was staring at the new cow like it was a goose who laid a golden egg. “Impressive. I knew a high dose of the raw milk would have a serious effect but I didn’t expect this. You might be the first of the next generation of man-cows, no need for a build up of doses, just pump ‘em up and milk ‘em dry and watch ‘em grow instantly—just add milk! Ha ha!”
Luis had no idea what he was saying, his mind in pieces from the orgasm. “Ooooh,” he gurgled around his gag.
“I wonder, what would happen if we gave you a second dose, right off the back of the first? It’ll make you bigger but the intensity of the orgasms and the growth might fry some of those brain cells—more than usual with other guys given the smaller doses. Then again, not like we need you smart, is it?”
Luis heard this and knew it meant something important but his mind would not respond to its own commands. Was he about to feel good again? Should he be worried about that?
“What do you think, boys? Want your bro to be bigger and better than ever before?”
Luis heard the voices of his friends cry out, “Yes Boss!” and “Make him huge!” and thought if they thought it was a good idea then it must be, right?
“Ooooh,” he groaned again but it was cut off as the tube in his mouth deposited more of that milkshake down his throat. It was familiar and almost comforting but at the same time it stirred memories of panic and worry. Why had he been so upset by the good milkshake? He sucked and swallowed and felt at home. It continued to be pumped into him just like before only this time it went on for longer, as if he could take more, before he felt full enough for it to almost hurt. His stomach was swollen even more than before, his abdominal muscles, newly given to him, were stretched over the bloating.
Suddenly the Boss was there, leaning in close and whispering to him. He strained his mind to hear and understand the words, if the Boss was saying them then surely they were important.
“It was brave of you, kid, coming here to try and save your friends. I would have been proud to have you serve under me in the forces. Still, you will be serving under me, and I think this is better for the both of us. Milking time!” delighted the Boss. That was what he was supposed to be called, right? He hadn’t before but it was the name in his head now, fitting him perfectly. He was the boss, so he was the Boss.
He hadn’t wanted to call him that before, back when they had first met, before the growth and the milking and—
Luis had a brief moment of clarity where he realised exactly what was happening and began a scream of despair as the machine switched on again and his body was overwhelmed with pleasure. The second orgasm from all three ejaculaters was no less powerful than the first but infinitely more mind-destroying. His mind didn’t so much break as it did dissolve and leave his body like the semen and milk did. He couldn’t have spoken now if he had wanted to, nothing more than the simplest of words remaining and none of them suitable for what he was feeling. He just groaned—Boss would call it a moo and he would not be wrong, it sounded just like that and lasted all the while he was being milked of his juices.
As he was drained another growth spurt came on, this being what really destroyed his mind. He was now almost like Billy had been, he having been like a bodybuilder and Luis now like a very popular, and no doubt cocky, school jock who spent all his time grunting in the weight rooms under the watchful eyes of a coach who he wanted to please. It wasn’t very different to the reality.
The vat was full, the milk dribbling down the sides, and the Boss decided that was enough milk for the night. There would be other nights to make profit, but his erection could not wait any longer. As the man-cow came down from his high he switched the machine off and unstrapped the harness from around his head and pulled the feeding tube out of his mouth. Luis’ mouth stayed open, gaping and gulping like some fish, complete with the eyes that were open but unseeing.
Boss slapped him lightly to get his attention, knowing it would be limited now. No one had taken as much formula as quickly Luis had but those who had over longer periods had suffered serious mental side-effects. “Can you hear me? Hell, can you understand me? You speak?”
Luis stared at him, mouth opening and closing lazily. “…fuck…” was all that came out, slow and lazy like it took a lot of effort.
Boss chuckled. “So big and fucked up, aren’t you?”
“…big…” said the muscle beast slowly. It wasn’t clear if he understood the word or was just repeating what his Boss was saying.
Boss grinned and shook his head. “Yeah, you’ve not got much going on in that head of yours now, no need to talk.” And then an idea struck him: a toy he had tucked away that he had always wanted to use but never had a suitable person for it. He went to his cupboard where he stored such toys and retrieved it from the corner he had tucked it away in. A special, custom made hood, made of leather and rubber with some metal decorations. It looked like something a supervillain would wear, no visible mouthpiece and lenses over the eyes so the wearer could see out but no one in. The wearer could be completely anonymous while still seeing and, through small holes, hearing the outside world. He had shown it to a few people who might have been worthy of it but they had all shied away, unsettled by it. He was glad he hadn’t wasted it on them, he had wanted the mask to be a permanent feature on them and none of them were as suitable as Luis. Luis wasn’t a looker but this would make him a hundred times more fierce when matched with that new body of his. Shame he wasn’t being sent into battle, the enemy would have pissed themselves at the sight of him.
“Seeing as you have nothing to say,” he turned back to the bound beast, “Why say anything at all?”
He approached Luis with the mask. Luis saw it and looked just as disturbed as everyone else had been at the sight of it, despite being out of his mind. He was just smart enough to realise it was going on him and struggled in his restraints. They would not give, they were made to hold anyone, no matter how big. Boss slipped the mask on his new cow, taking care to make sure it was comfortable as he had no plans on taking it off. He laced up the back as tight as it would go, wanting it to be as a second skin to the beast. Inside Luis adjusted to the new way he saw the world, through lenses that greyed things slightly, almost to black and white. Things were quieter but now there was not much to hear. The tightness all around his head was alarming, and getting tighter with every pull of the laces as the Boss tightened all slack out of them. It was almost like his hear was being squeezed to death and he could only breathe out of two nostril holes that, although perfectly lined up, didn’t feel like enough.
When Boss looked down on his newest cow he felt such pride in a recruit he had never felt before. Luis—that name wouldn’t do any more, he would need a new one now he was a different being altogether—was struggling and roaring into his mask. He would soon adjust, maybe even forgetting it was there.
As he watched he realised he wasn’t satisfied. He had come this far and could even go further, why stop there. He retrieved a syringe he had been keeping on the side, containing some of the formula in its rawest and most powerful form before it was turned into a milkshake for the trainee-cows. He unbuckled a well hidden mouthpiece on the hood (that was there for feeding only and not speaking) and slipped the plastic nozzle into the mouth inside and straight into the mouth. The mouth took hold of it, remembering how a similar tube not long ago ha given him the good juice.
“One last dose,” muttered the Boss as he pressed on the plunger. Not a drop went to waste as the hooded man gulped it down eagerly. It was different from the other ones, far stronger and instantly going to his head, making it spin inside the hood. Not willing to wait for it to fully enter the cow’s system Boss flipped the switch a third time and the beast screamed a moo into the hood.
The concentrated dose, despite being smaller and fresher than the other two, had just as much effect. The body of the cow, already looking like a large jock, swelled. The veins bulged almost worryingly as the last of the body-fat was burned up to fuel the transformation into a true beast of a man. The muscles beneath swelled as large as they could, almost inhuman and surely making movement difficult for him. Billy had thought it was difficult to lick his own armpit, this guy could only dream of that!
Luis was gone. None of him was left, forced out like the cum and milk. As he grew and the hood grew even tighter the boundary between it and the flesh it covered blurred in what was left of the creature’s mind. It was a part of him, that was all. There was no memory of a time without it, no memory at all. The pumps that had been on his nipples and cock were forced off by the force and volume they were producing, spraying it into the air and across the room. It thudded back down onto the beast with a heavy splatter, adding to the coating of sweat with man-milk and cum. The Boss staggered back, feeling light-headed at both the sight, the musk that was quickly filling the room, and the knowledge that this beast of a cow could do in a single orgasm what it took a normal caw a week to produce. It was all wasted tonight but he was already planning on a machine to catch every drop it could from this cow.
Looking about the room at the mess he remembered the other two cows who were still there. They now looked so small in comparison to their new brother and had fallen to their knees in awe. Their erect cocks had clearly fired off several loads at some point and their nipples were drooling milk down their bodies. They were drenched in the semen of their friend and looked like they were high on some drug. Boss supposed they all were. Maybe the two had caught some of the cum and milk in their gaping mouths, who knew what the cum of this beast could do?
“You boys want to welcome your friend to the herd properly?” he asked, ignoring how horse his voice was. They both nodded eagerly.
The new cow—still nameless—was struggling to get off the bed and to his feet. His muscles were causing him trouble, but that might have been that they were still new and drained of energy. It was hard to believe that such a beast could feel weak but he had just had three orgasms that would have driven a lesser man insane so who could judge? The hood had been bound tightly before but now it as stretched around his head and looked like it might as well have fused to the flesh. There were no distinguishing features but that didn’t matter, no one was going to need to see a face to know who this was. That mask was never coming off, if it even could.
The unseen eyes tracked the two lesser cows as they approached, taking up position on either side of him. They touched him with the reverence that might be reserved for a god and traced his muscles with light touched, making all involved—even the Boss watching—shudder. The hooded beast raised both arms and flexed, making them all gasp at the muscles. They were beyond description, no one could match them.
But pride of place belonged to the monster cock sticking out straight ahead between his legs. The other two had put on a few inches but this put all men to shame. Surely no pussy could take it, this was made for anal. It was just over a foot long and would need both hands to grasp it fully. It was dripping with cum along its entire length and more was slowly seeping out from the tip from the balls the size of tennis balls drawn up tight beneath it.
“And to think, you were a twink an hour ago,” breathed the Boss. “Now you’re built like a fucking tank.” He blinked and snapped his fingers. “There’s your new name: Tank!”
Tank gave no sign of acknowledgement, maybe not even understanding human speech any more. He just continued to flex for the other two and bask in their touches and wordless praise.
“You’re a tank, Tank,” said Frank.
“A fucking beast!” agreed Adam.
Tank growled, maybe not understanding the words but getting the meaning. He grabbed Frank, the smallest man there, and lifted him onto the bed and pushed him onto his back. Frank automatically lifted and spread his legs, readily submitting to what was about to happen. There was so much cum and milk covering everything that no lubricant was needed and Tank entered the smaller man with a single thrust, only just managing to hold back to make it easy. Frank still screamed in pain and pleasure and then he was being fucked like he could never have imagined by the monster and his monster cock!
Adam wasn’t to be left out and took position behind Tank and managed to slide his cock into the muscle ass while it was thrusting. Tank didn’t even grunt or acknowledge the intruder. He just thrust back and forth on the two cocks, making noises under his hood that might have been grunting and moaning but came out as mooing. All three were mooing and holding onto whatever they could for dear life. Tank didn’t slow down when Frank came nor when he too came inside the smaller cow, leaving him with a swollen stomach of his own from a single load from the larger cow. Still he fucked on, determined to empty his balls into the cow and make him swell up, unaware that his balls were filling up again far faster than should be humanly possible. But he no longer qualified as human.
The Boss had to leave the room. It was all too much and he was getting dizzy. He would wait until they were fucked out—however long that might take—and he was satisfied and thinking with a clear head. The air outside the room smelled fresh and almost unpleasant now. He breathed it in as he made his way, on unsteady feet, to his his office where his personal soldier was waiting. He could use him to get it all out of his system for the night.
He had never seen so much cum and milk and was going to make an absolute fortune, all he had to do was milk his cows for all they were worth!
Metal would like to thank the author, RotherhamMan, for this story!
