The buyer purchased slaves for the underground market. Her job was to find bulls that were consistent, reliable producers. These men were used as breeding studs, almost always against their will. Despite the defensive aggression of the confined men, compliance was assured by the strict conditions of their captivity.
Breeding studs at the Farm were kept separate and confined to cages or kennels when they were not being used. The containment was thought to help control their aggression. More importantly it prevented the men from conspiring with one another and doing something stupid, like trying to escape. Any disobedience merited punishment.
Punishment for any transgression was immediate and delivered through metal cock rings with built-in electrodes that were locked around the genitals of the studs. Remote controlled electricity at a certain level was good for inducing intense pleasure, triggering orgasms. At higher levels the same metal ring could deliver crippling voltage.
Between couplings the studs were often used for entertainment. So while the bull was being milked, he was often simultaneously used by his handlers. No sense leaving his holes vacant while his seed was being extracted. That would be a wasted opportunity.
Couplings with breeding mares demanded a different procedure. The males had to be focused on their task, not just passive recipients having their cocks milked by dominant females.
The stud she was about to inspect had been recommended as a true bull, able to pump out copious amounts of product on demand. Temperament was a different issue.
The big male was on his hands and knees in a thick-barred cage. His only attire was a metal cock cage locked onto a steel shock-ring that fit snugly around his genitals. The buyer prodded him with her riding crop. The bull snarled.
"Does he speak," she asked the owner? "He seems overly aggressive."
"Oh he can talk," she replied. "He just has nothing nice to say." She smiled and inched the slide forward on the remote that controlled the current in the cock ring. The stud moaned involuntarily as sex hormones flooded into his body and his appendage began to grow.
"Say hello to the nice lady. You know what happens when I increase the voltage."
The big man in the cage cringed at the memory and said, "hello Miss."
"Good boy," she replied. "I'll dial down the current. That big cock must be getting very uncomfortable in that chastity cage. Is it growing bigger? Answer me."
"Yes it is! You know it is. You promised to let me go. When can I leave?"
"Well, that depends on how well you produce for my friend here. If you are cooperative and the milking goes well, I should think you can leave, maybe tomorrow?" She glanced at the woman beside her.
"Sure, I can make arrangements. First I need to know his supply will not run dry. Assuming he is manageable and productive, he will be busy everyday."
"What! Just a fucking minute bitch! You promised ... aarrgh! The stud curled into a fetal position. The sudden pain in his groin was a harsh reminder of why he was so obedient. Ignoring the grunting bull she reduced the intensity of the cock ring then turned to face the buyer.
"You see how easily controlled he is. This device will mitigate any rebellious intentions he might entertain," she smiled. "Let's get him on the milking horse so you can see first-hand how well he can produce. Then we can talk price." She tossed the remote to her minion.
"Sub-slut! Prep the stud. It's show time." The buyer and the woman strolled away while the sub hurried to obey. Keeping the current steady at a plesurable, but high enough voltage to serve as a warning, the sub swung the cage door open and motioned the stud toward the milking horse.
The big man lay across the sawhorse, resigned to whatever was about to happen. There was nothing he could do about any of it anyway, he thought. If he threatened the creature that served her it would simply send a jolt of electricity into his balls and leave him writhing in agony.
Unless he could come up with a way to get the remote away from her underling he was helpless. That would not be this time though. The sub had finished strapping him onto the milking horse.
He felt the relief of the chastity cage being pulled off his cock. Even soft, his cock was too big for the cage. The sub's hands were playing with it, slapping it, stroking it, thickening it, making him ready to produce like a male cow. He heard the low murmur of women's voices and the clack of heels on tiles. They were returning. The buyer spoke.
"I see he can be controlled." She approached the restrained man, and wrapped her fingers around the big hanging balls." Now I need to see if he can produce on demand." The stud jerked involuntarily as her hand drifted onto his cock and began stroking. He wanted to rip her clothes off and force his cock down her throat, but his restraints did not allow him to refuse her touch.
"Nice ass huh?" The woman slapped her stud's buttock hard enough to echo in the room. The bull made a noise that sounded like swearing.
The woman ignored him and addressed the buyer.
"That stiffening sperm producer you're holding is capable of ejecting enough cum to fill a sub," she joked.
"Let's see." The buyer released the stud's stiff cock and backed away.
"Sub! Start the milking. Bring him to the edge for me, but don't let him cum." She motioned toward the buyer. "That will depend on this nice lady's decision. Of course you want to see him squirt, but trust me, it's so much more rewarding if you control that particular highlight of your interaction."
The sub went to work on the big cock, slapping and stroking the fuck stick until precum started oozing from its head. Fondling the stud's balls generated enough excitement to coat his erection in lube. The sub picked up the pace, pumping the stud's boner as fast as he could. Within minutes the bull bellowed and shot load after load into the glass collection bowl. The buyer raised an eyebrow.
"I said edge him you stupid slut!" She turned to the buyer. "Well, at least you can see that he is able to produce under pressure," she observed wryly.
"Let's go get a drink and we can discuss price. By the time we are finished discussing him, he'll be ready to go again. My guess is you can milk him like that all day," she grinned and glanced at the naked slut crouched at her feet. "My sub will come get us once the stud is primmed."
They left. The sub moved behind the bull, between his spread legs. It played with the stud's balls, slapping them lightly, fondling them between its fingers until the big man began grunting, then it stroked the big cock methodically, watching the wang thicken and grow again. The sub thumbed the slide forward on the cock ring controller until the stud began moaning. The sight of the incapacitated male receptacle and the involuntary grunts and moans being forced out of him were too much for the deprived sub.
It had been denied for too long and the means to an orgasm was so close. The tied open stud, waiting to be used was too tempting. The sub slid its boner easily into the muscular ass. Profane threats coming from the enraged bull only excited the sub and in seconds it released its load into the tight cock-sheath.
