That afternoon Asher Angel and his girlfriend Caroline had been enjoying their vacation on the beach. That evening they were chained up by their wrists on a small stage in some dark room, surrounded by a large group of men, to be “auctioned off” for God-knows-what deviant purpose. It was not exactly the holiday they’d planned.
‘Gentlemen, we have a special lot for you tonight!’ said the Auctioneer, as another man translated for the non-English speakers among the audience. ‘You might recognise at least one of them. We’ve taken steps to cover our tracks, so feel free to bid just as you usually would. I’m sure many of you would relish the chance to add a Hollywood hunk to your milking stock!’
Asher grimaced in confusion. Milking stock? The fuck? He felt so vulnerable, chained up in just his swim shorts with his poor girl likewise trembling in her bikini beside him. Both were gagged with their lips spread around large red ball-gags, only able to communicate through panicked moans and groans. They had been ambushed on the beach, caught off-guard by a gang of men and bundled into a van where they were quickly gagged and bound. Until now, Asher’s only concern had been for Caroline: what were they going to do to her? How could he protect her? Now he realised he was in just as much danger — but what the fuck would these men want with him?
As if to answer, the Auctioneer said: ‘Now, we usually just sell bulls for the dairy market.’ A chuckle from the crowd. He turned to Asher. ‘You’d be surprised how effectively a spunky young man such as yourself can be milked for his delicious seed.’
Seed? Asher’s eyebrows raised in horror. Holy shit, was this bastard talking about his cum? No, no way, he couldn’t be — you couldn’t “milk” a guy for his semen!
‘Ah, such a big dumb bull; look at him trying to understand! That’s right, Asher, whichever bidder takes you home tonight will be acquiring a fine specimen of a cum cow. However, we decided to spice things up a little today...’ The Auctioneer turned his attention to Caroline, who sniffled and wept while desperately tugging on her chains, blushing as she felt all the eyes in the room checking out her nubile body.
‘Nrrrgh! Unnfff, unnngh, rrrrrrgh!’ No, stop! Leave her alone! Asher glared wildly at the man and thrashed against his shackles.
‘We set out to wrangle a bull and came back with a cow as well! Someone settle that bull down.’ A handler stepped onto the stage and jabbed a cattle prod into Asher’s butt. He let out a yelp and clenched his fists at the sharp zap, puffing through his nose and scowling at the Auctioneer. ‘That’s better. Sorry, my dear, but you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.’ He pulled a small knife from his pocket. Caroline flinched.
‘Mmmph! Nnnff, uuuggh guurgh mmmph?’ Please! What are you gonna do to me?
The man carefully slashed her bikini top off, exposing her breasts. ‘Check out these udders!’ he said, squeezing her juicy tits as she shook her head and tried to pull away from him. ‘Gentlemen, just imagine the milk you could pump out of these jugs!’
Asher protested loudly, his teeth clacking against the plastic ball. He hated seeing Caroline like this, but he couldn’t look away. Despite his fury and fear, and wishing he could break free and rescue her, his cock was stirring. He felt terrible, shamefully aroused by the sight of his girlfriend bound, gagged, and molested, but his body was just reacting naturally, adding to his humiliation.
The Auctioneer spied the tent in Ash’s shorts. ‘Hmm, seems like someone enjoys seeing his pretty girlfriend tied up and stripped!’ Asher vigorously shook his head — no, I don’t! I can’t help it! — as the Auctioneer yanked his shorts down and let his bouncy semi spring out.
‘Nuuuggh... guggh...’ No... oh God... you can’t do this! We’re people, not animals! Asher hid his embarrassment under a show of feisty snorting and squirming.
‘Ummmmpph! Nnngh, uuuugggh...’ Stop! Why are you doing this? Just let us go, please, don’t do this! Caroline snivelled and shrieked, awkwardly trying to twist her body around to hide her bare breasts from the salivating men around the stage.
‘See how easy it is to stimulate this one’s udder?’ The Auctioneer firmly gasped Ash’s semi and started jacking him off. ‘Such a virile young stud, yet his flesh so weak, hormones raging, his body so willing to surrender all his milk...’
‘Nnnnngh! Ngh, ngh, ngh!’ Asher’s eyes were nervously fixed on the man’s hand patiently stroking him, getting him hard while his appalled girlfriend looked on in terror.
‘Let’s see if we can harvest a sample of that cream, shall we?’ The Auctioneer reached around with his free hand to fondle the boy’s bare ass, running a finger along the crack and slipping it between the peachy cheeks to tickle his puckering asshole. The handler returned, this time not with the cattle prod but a small cup, which he held in anticipation under the tip of Ash’s cock.
‘Nngh... uggh... aaah...’ Asher cringed. The wiggling finger in his ass, the hand jerking his cock, Caroline’s body on display like a piece of meat, it was all too much... he couldn’t... he didn’t want to... if only he... ‘Ungh, ungh, ungh, uuuuungh...’ With a defeated moan he ejaculated a thick warm load into the cup.
Caroline sobbed at seeing her boyfriend debased in such a gross way. These men had no right to treat them like this! Her tummy fluttered with butterflies at the thought of being “sold”; she tried not to imagine what kind of fate might be in store for her, but her mind couldn’t avoid going to such dark places. She couldn’t even believe this was real — kidnapped to be sold at a freaky sex auction? That only happened to other girls in far-off countries. But she was in a far-off country now, miles from home, with just Asher to look out for her... and here he was, forced to shoot his load, completely powerless.
The Auctioneer handed the cup to a man in front of the stage. ‘Go ahead, have a taste. Taste good? Yep, that’s top-quality produce, gents! You can see how rich and creamy it is. Healthy young buck like this, probably churn out several gallons a day!’
Gallons? A day? Asher shuddered in disgust. There was no way he, or anyone, could possibly cum that much! At least, he hoped there wasn’t... and like, fuck, what would anyone even want with all that cum anyway?!
‘Might as well finish getting this one fully on display.’ The Auctioneer turned back to Caroline. ‘We want you fine gentlemen to get a decent look at the goods, after all.’
‘NUGGH! Guggh, aaaaaggghh!’ Caroline squealed and pressed her legs together in a futile attempt to prevent her bikini bottoms from being peeled off, but to no avail. The handler stood behind her and nudged her ankles apart, forcing her to spread her legs. The Auctioneer couldn’t resist a little tickle, his fingers scurrying up the inside of her shivering thigh to tickle her exposed pussy as she wailed and flailed, unwittingly providing a hot show for the bidders.
Asher began furiously snorting and bucking against his restraints once more. ‘GRRRNNGH! NGH! UNNGH, MMMMPH!’ Fuck you! Don’t! Leave her alone! Stop!
The sting of the cattle prod encouraged him to quieten down again, another painful jolt to his now-naked hide eliciting a humbled whimper from behind his uncomfortable gag, drool trickling down his chin. He could only watch sorrowfully as the Auctioneer proceeded to wet his finger and insert it inside Caroline, delving into her defenceless pussy while she howled and begged, slowly finger-fucking her, dipping in and out, in and out, in and out.
‘And who’d like a taste of this one’s juices?’ he asked the crowd. A man stepped forward and was invited onto the stage to kneel between the girl’s spread legs and lap the cum fresh from her pussy, once the Auctioneer was done fingering her. She winced at the sensation of the tip of the stranger’s tongue slathering around her clit, the noise of him slurping as he ate her out. Oh God, oh fuck, save us, somebody save us...
With Ash’s cock sticking out and a string of cum dangling from the slit, and Caroline’s tits bouncing around as she fought against her chains, the Auctioneer opened the bidding. A flurry of paddles were enthusiastically raised in the air.
* * *
Asher looks across at Caroline. Caroline looks across at Asher. Their eyes locked in a mournful gaze, each knowing there’s nothing they can do to help the other.
They are chained down naked on their hands and knees, shackled to the spot, facing each other across their new owner’s milking den. Each is spit-roasted between a pair of fuck machines, fat greased-up dildos thrusting in and out of their holes as they gurgle and clench. A pulsating plug purrs deep in Caroline’s pussy. A massage wand buzzes under Asher’s jiggling balls. Vibrating brush pads are taped to each of their bare feets, ticklish bristles scritching and scratching their flinching soles, their toes scrunching as they choke with giggles against the dildos face-fucking them.
And all the while the pumps milk their bodies. Two pumps sucking on Caroline’s tits. One pump sucking off Asher’s cock. Each kept productive with a daily dose of some weird hormone drug; one which tricks Caroline’s body into making milk for the breast pumps, another which keeps Asher horny and rutting against his will for hours at a time without respite. Their respective milking machines slurp and whir relentlessly; their tanks gradually fill with “dairy”. Caroline sniffles and whines hysterically as she squirts into her squelching pumps. Asher grunts and snorts angrily as he spurts into his slopping pump. Tubes suck her milk and his cream from the pumps into the tanks. They watch with horrified eyes. This can’t be real. Did she really produce that much milk? Did all that thick gloop really come from his balls?
And when the tanks are full for the day, boyfriend and girlfriend get to watch as their owner pours Caroline’s milk into bottles and spoons Asher’s nut into jars — to be sold to sick perverts? For his own gratification? They’ll never know...
Oh dude I forgot I left you there. How long has it been, eight hours? I'm so sorry that I left you tied up with the vibrator on max deep inside your ass. Clearly you enjoyed yourself, how many loads is that? Six, seven. I cant hear you through your gag. Eleven! You greedy slut! So eleven loads means eleven months in chastity before I give you another chance to have an orgasm. Wait! Is that a twelfth! That looks painful, you must me so overstimulated. Now that I think about it, maybe we can add another five months to your chastity sentence before I let you go.
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