Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2016 21:57:59 +0000
From: white collar <white_collar@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dairy Man Part 2 (M/M, fetish, MC, Body modification, Anal, Oral)

Any comments will be gladly received at white_collar@hotmail.com

Note: Any resemblance to real people is strictly coincidental.  No real
people are depicted in this piece of fiction.  This story contains explicit
male to male sex, domination and bondage.  If you don't enjoy reading this
sort of material or are under the age of 21, DO NOT CONTINUE READING.  If
you regard this type of material as depraved then flee from here and don't
look back!  And be sure that you practice safer sex.  Don't become another
statistic in the rising HIV/STD rates.  Don't be barebacking: it's your
LIFE you're playing with.  This story is STRICTLY fantasy and I DO NOT
espouse or endorse unprotected anal or oral sex!

Note to my fans: I will still be producing more installments of "Converted
to cock-sucker": This story got into my head and I needed to get it out!
The apparatus for milking I took from fffrankk on Xtube.  If you like it,
go to Xtube and check out his videos.  I hope you enjoy the story.  Stay
tuned.


Dairy man - Chapter 5

The man cow that had been Bradley Seifert had been assimilated into
Dr. Milchmann's herd for six months now.  He had forgotten his name; he had
forgotten he had had a life prior to his being inducted into the herd.
Bradley had been estranged from his family for years, so they weren't
looking for him.  Before he had completely lost his will, the good doctor
had made him call his employer and resign from his position on the pretext
of an emergency that was taking him away from the East coast for several
months.  Bradley told his employer what the doctor had instructed him to
say without question; his only purpose was to be obedient, to do as he was
told.  So no one at his former place of employment was looking for him.
His erstwhile girl friends weren't looking for him; he'd never developed a
serious relationship with any of them, so, as far as they were concerned,
here yesterday, gone today.

Man cow Bradley, for that's what Dr. Milchmann called him, as he called all
his cows by their first names, had become a top producer for the doctor's
product line.  Men in their mid-30s usually had adequate production, but
nothing like young ones in the early 20s.  But, for some reason, Bradley
had turned out to be a star.  Dr. Milchmann's formulas were causing Bradley
to produce a total of about 10 ounces of man milk daily.  His milk was
taken in two milkings, as was the practice for all the herd.  And, even
better, Bradley's nipples were producing the most excellent quality man
butter.

"I'm sure, Herr Kreutzer, that you'll find this one's vintage man butter to
be exquisite.  That's why it costs as much as beluga caviar.  The most I
get from him is 2 ounces per day.  But let me give you a sample so that you
know why I charge what I do."

Dr. Milchmann was speaking to one of his newer customers.  The underground,
and very black, market for male dairy products was very active, but very,
very black.  If law enforcement officials had had any idea that men were
being enslaved and controlled for the purpose of obtaining their semen and
their lactation products, Dr. Milchmann and the few other operators like
him around the world would have found themselves in jail.  But, then again,
what evidence did they have to prove that these man cows were being used
against their will?  None had been kidnapped; they'd all come to the
clinics willingly and, by now, had so little ability to communicate that
they were beyond raising accusations against Dr. Milchmann and his small
brotherhood of producers.  Nor, by this time, would any of them have
desired to do so; they were perfectly happy being fed, watered, provided
appropriate nutrients and, most of all, being given their daily milkings.
It didn't hurt, of course, that there were some highly placed, powerful men
who partook of these products and would have been loathe to see the market
shut down on legal quibbles.

Herr Kreutzer took the small silver spoon and tasted the butter.

"Oh yes, that is exquisite; I see your point, Herr Doktor Milchmann," Herr
Kreutzer said.  "Let me take 10 ounces of his butter and 20 of his cream."

"Of course Herr Kreutzer.  I'll have my assistant package that up for you.
You can give him your credit card information and we'll take care of
everything."

"Herr Doktor, I hate to impose, but would it be possible for me to inspect
this cow?  I've only seen your herd in their milking frames and would love
to see and inspect this one."

"I think we can do that, since you're paying for the product.  Do you wish
to see us removing him from the frame, or would you like to wait in another
room and we'll bring him to you?"

"Oh, please, let me witness the whole operation, Herr Doktor."

"Very well.  Hang on a moment."  Dr. Milchmann moved to the intercom.
"Nathan, would you please come into room 3?  Herr Kreutzer would like to
inspect Bradley."

Nathan entered the room.  He appeared to be in his late 20s, dressed in
slacks and a white polo shirt with his name embroidered above the large
point raised by his left nipple.  Herr Kreutzer couldn't take his eyes off
that nipple: it protruded a good half inch under the fabric, as did his
right nipple.  Dr. Milchmann noticed Herr Kreutzer's fascination, because
he was actually expecting it.

"You've noticed Nathan's nipples," Milchmann said, pinching Nathan's left
tit.  "I have to tell you that I have a male nipple fetish myself and
that's one of the reasons I pump all my man cows' nipples.  I also require
my employees to have pumped nipples.  You don't mind, do you Nathan?"

"Oh, no, doctor," Nathan moaned, wriggling in pleasure in the doctor's
grasp.  "I always wanted big nipples and when I applied for employment with
you, you asked about that and promised me that you would arrange that for
me," said Nathan, enthusiastically.

"In fact," Dr. Milchmann explained, "I insist that each of my employees
spend half-an-hour each day in the pump room.  Not only do they receive
pumping, but they also receive mind-control that helps to increase the size
of their nipples, as well as other training that enhances their value to
me."

Dr. Milchmann's eyes glittered as he stated this to Herr Kreuzter, who
suspected that Nathan and his co-workers weren't just employees of
Dr. Milchmann's: he suspected they served the doctor in other ways in
addition to their daily work tasks.

The doctor and Nathan set about removing Bradley from the frame.  The man
cow vocalized through the bit between his teeth, making sounds that
resembled a cow's mooing.  They unclipped the carabiners from his thigh
shackles and from the manacles binding his wrists to the frame.  Then they
unlocked and lifted the top section of the stock holding his head in place.
Dr. Milchmann switched off the pump and removed the milking tube from his
dick and the suction tubes from his nipples.  Then they stood him up.
Kreutzer noticed the complete smoothness of his body and the blank look in
his eyes as he rose to his feet.  Dr. Milchmann kept his hand in the small
of Bradley's back and Nathan held an arm.

"He's no longer used to standing upright, so we have to help him to make
sure he doesn't fall.  Since he was taken into the herd, he spends most of
his time either on his hands and knees, or sleeping," Dr. Milchmann
explained.

Kreutzer wasn't even listening.  He was entranced with the body on display
in front of him.  He saw the name plate hung by a chain around the cow's
neck: "Bradley".  Then Kreutzer's eyes we drawn to the nipples: Bradley's
nipples had grown huge; they were as big as the tips of Kreutzer's middle
fingers: as long and as thick as the fingertips measured from the joints.
His mouth began to water as he reached for them.

"May I?" he asked.

Milchmann nodded.  "Feel free."

Kreutzer flicked the thick nipples with his fingers, causing Bradley to
inhale sharply.  The pumping and nutritional enhancement of his nipples had
made them very sensitive and the man's touch sent an electric shock
directly to his cock.  Kreutzer bent down and sucked on a tit, savoring the
texture, the girth and length of the flesh in his mouth.  It was almost
like a little dick on Bradley's chest.  And the taste!  Some of the man
butter remained in his glands and Kreutzer was able to suck it out and onto
his hungry tongue.

As his tongue flicked Bradley's chest dicks and he sucked hungrily, he felt
something pushing against his thigh.  He glanced down and noticed, for the
first time, Bradley's cock.  How had he missed that?  He'd been so taken
with the man cow's nipples, his eyes hadn't taken in what stood below his
waist.  Bradley's cock, which had been fairly average in length, but thin
before he began his "treatment" was now 10 inches long and 8 inches in
diameter.  And now, with Kreutzer's suckling on his tits, his cock was
beginning to rise and press against the customer's thigh.  His eyes open
wide, Kreutzer reached down for it and grasped it.  He couldn't get one
hand around it and it felt hard, heavy and hot in his hands.  Kreutzer's
knees gave way and he sank to his knees.  He tried to open his mouth wide
enough to get it in, but realized he couldn't.  He realized he should be
grateful that the man cow had been trained, both hypnotically and
chemically, to be passive.  Had Bradley been aggressive, he could have
choked Kreutzer nearly to death if he'd chosen to face-fuck him.  All
Kreutzer could manage was to lick the head.  For that, he was rewarded with
a huge spurt of pre-cum.

"My God," he exclaimed, rising to his feet.  "You've created a superman.
It's a good thing he's not dominant!"

"Indeed," laughed Dr. Milchmann.  "I discovered that early on when I was
setting up the business.  I use mind-control and pharmaceuticals to make
sure these cows are docile.  Otherwise, it would be just like having a barn
full of bulls.  Very dangerous!"

"Yes, I can see that," replied Kreutzer.  "I've never seen such a cock
before.  If he tried to fuck someone, he might hurt them badly."

"Indeed.  I'll tell you, in the early days, I used mind-control to have one
of my cows fuck me."

Kreutzer gasped.

"He wasn't as developed as Bradley here, but all the same; I was afraid
he'd split me in two before I could order him to stop.  I'll tell you, it's
a little hard to give coherent instructions when you're screaming in pain."

Kreutzer laughed.  "Yes, I can understand that.  It was like Frankenstein's
monster for you!"

"Yes, indeed.  I won't make that mistake again.  On those occasions where I
do want a fuck, I have one of my staff service me.  I do a little
development on their penises, but not nearly to the extent I do with the
cows."

"Umm? tell me doctor? do you permit your staff to provide, uh, service to
your customers?"

"I'm sorry?  Oh, oh, yes, of course.  I understand.  Of course, that would
be no problem.  There will be a fee, of course.  Do you want extras?"

"Extras?  Such as?"

"A pumping session before the, uh, main event?  Obviously, we know a great
deal about pumping and because so many of our customers have fetishes
around pumped nipples and penises, I could send one of my boys with some
equipment to pump you before he, uh?  I assume you were looking to be
fucked?  Yes Herr Kreutzer?"

"Yes, that was what I wanted.  And yes, a pumping session would be a nice
starter.  Both penis and nipples."

"Very good Herr Kreutzer.  Would you like to have Nathan?  I saw you were
taken with his nipples."

"That would be perfect, thank you doctor.  Shall we say, oh 8:30 this
evening?"

"Nathan will be there."

"Thank you doctor.  I've enjoyed doing business with you."

"And I've enjoyed doing business with you Herr Kreutzer.  Come back to see
us."

"Indeed I will.  Thank you Herr Doktor."


Dairy Man - Chapter 6

Dr. Milchmann ordered Nathan to help him place Bradley back into his frame.
They clipped his wrists and his thighs to the frame, put his head between
the stocks and then placed the earphones over his head again.  Bradley
returned to the comforting world of the chatter noise that, unbeknownst to
him, kept him in docile, subservient frame of mind where he could no longer
assemble coherent thoughts.  Dr. Milchmann applied the suction cups to his
huge nipples, but not before squeezing them and flicking them with his
fingers.  He was still taken with their size and how they felt between his
fingers.  He applied the milking cylinder and set the machine in motion.
Bradley began mooing again, feeling the contentment that the chemicals in
his blood and the mind-control in his brain perpetuated in him.  Everything
was good.  He felt pleasure from his groin and his chest.  The world was a
good place.  He mooed with content and pleasure.

Milchmann asked Nathan to meet him in his office.  The doctor put a bag on
the table and placed in it a portable pump, a penis tube and nipple tubes
and lube.  Then he held up a water bottle with a nipple-type end.

"Nathan, you will visit Herr Kreutzer in his hotel tonight.  He wants to
bottom, so you take charge.  You will order him to strip and lie on the
bed.  Lube his penis and his nipples and place the suction tubes on them.
Then start the pump.  When he is pumped, hold his nose and put the nipple
of the bottle in his mouth and squeeze to make him swallow the contents.
Tell him he will enjoy the experience more if he does.  He will swallow.
After you've pumped him for 30 minutes, remove the pumping equipment.  Then
order him to get on his hands and knees and you will then fuck him.  While
you are fucking him, lean over and repeat into his ear 'you will come back
to Dr. Milchmann's office in three months.  You need Dr. Milchmann.'
Continue to repeat that as long as you are fucking him.  When you are
finished fucking him, return to the office.  Do you understand Nathan?"

"Yes doctor, I understand.  I will do as you say."

"Of course you will.  Of that, I had no doubt.  You always do what I say.
But before you go, all of the activities today have left me with a need.
So I want you to fuck me now."

"Of course doctor."

The doctor and his assistant both undid their pants and let them fall to
the floor.  Dr. Milchmann lubed his hole and leaned over the desk.
Nathan's sizeable cock was already hard and he placed it at the doctor's
pucker and shoved it home.  Doctor Milchmann was accustomed to being
fucked, but Nathan's organ always surprised him, no matter how many times
he had granted it entrance.  Nathan began to fuck methodically, thrusting
in, pulling out, and the doctor began to moan and move in rhythm.  Then
Nathan grabbed the bottle that Dr. Milchmann had put aside for Kreutzer.
With the doctor remaining impaled on his cock, he pinched the doctor's nose
and pushed the bottle between his lips, squeezing the bottle.

"Swallow doctor," Nathan said.  "Just swallow and it'll all be over soon.
Don't fight me doctor.  You know you want this."

The doctor tried to twist away and grunted his protests.  But Nathan was
strong and Dr. Milchmann knew he either had to swallow or choke.  So he
swallowed.  The fluid drained from the bottle and into his belly and he
felt heat rising.  So this was what it was like.  He'd always wondered what
the first glimpses of submission felt like.  It felt good; it felt right.
He began to pull on the bottle, seeking more of the magical liquid.  In a
few moments, he collapsed on the desk.  Nathan pulled out of him.  He
pulled Milchmann's shoes, socks and pants off and then rolled him over onto
his back.  Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it and the doctor's lab
coat off over his head.  Dr. Milchmann lay naked on his desk, his penis
soft from having been fucked, his coating of hair on his chest glistening
with sweat.  Nathan pulled his phone from his pocket.

"He's ready for you now, sir."

In a few minutes, Herr Kreutzer entered the office.

"Very good, Nathan.  You've done a very good job.  Soon the doctor will be
assimilated into the herd.  My herd now!  So, Herr Doktor; you had plans to
ensnare me in your web.  Well the fly has become the spider and the spider
the fly.  You are mine now and will be for the rest of your life."

Milchmann stared up at the man and whimpered.  How could this have gone so
wrong?  But there was no question in Milchmann's mind what Kreutzer's
intentions were.  Kreutzer had had strong suspicions that Dr. Milchmann had
been enslaving not only his man cows, but his customers as well.  Because
the community of male dairy products users was so small, Kreutzer had
notice that many of Dr. Milchmann's customers returned regularly to restock
their supplies, even when money was tight.  And so, he began to wonder.
And questioning several of them, he began to see a pattern of customers who
went to see Dr. Milchmann and then experienced periods where they couldn't
remember much, but knew that they had to return to Dr. Milchmann's clinic.
Kreutzer put two and two together and realized that, if the doctor was
performing mind-control on his man cows, he was probably doing the same
thing with his customers, but to a lesser extent.  But what better business
model could you have?  Insure your customers return by planting
post-hypnotic suggestions in their psyches.  It was better than chocolate.

Well Dr. Milchmann's scheme was no longer under his control; now it
belonged to Herr Kreutzer.

"Take him into the induction room."

They led the doctor, crawling on his hands and knees, into the room.
Milchmann's brain was still conscious, but he could no longer control his
actions, so he whimpered and whined as he crawled down the hall.  They led
him into the room to the frame.  Kreutzer stood while Nathan installed the
new man cow into the frame.  He buckled shackles onto his thighs and
manacles to his wrists.  Then he fastened him to the frame with carabiners.
He placed the stock over his neck, locking him into place and put a harness
and bit over his head, with the bit between his teeth.  Nathan put
earphones over his head and the infernal muttering and noise began,
blocking out all other sounds.  Nathan attached cups to his nipples and
slid a milking sheath over his penis before switching on the machine.

Milchmann knew what had become of his cows and he knew that the same thing
would be happening to him.  He would lose his ability to control his
actions, to think, to speak.  He would become a mooing man cow.  His body
hair would be taken from him and, undoubtedly, he would have a name tag
hanging around his neck that read "Graham", his given name.  He would grow
a massive penis and big nipples, would probably begin lactating from his
nipples, and would become a dairy man.