u/BeastFurHire

I know it's no use, but I feel myself trying to squirm and shift in my bonds anyways for at least the fifth time today. As always, the unyielding metal pushes against my limbs, keeping me trapped in in this position. On all fours in the confinement of the milking frame, the machine pulling incessantly and rhythmically at my chest and my nether region, the IV drip in my neck feeding a constant flow of hormones and aphrodisiacs into my veins. There's no escape. All I can do is wait and listen to the moans, wails, and groans from the others that share my plight, echoing around me in the cavernous stockroom of the facility.

A young woman comes into my view, wearing the practical uniform of all the workers here and carrying a clipboard. I've seen her a few times now, making her rounds, checking up on the status of the milkers. She stops in front of my frame with a slight frown, reading the small display to the side. I know what it says, or at least the broad strokes of such. "#0378. Average load quality: high. Recent load quality: mid low. Cock growth: 500%. Ball growth: 1000%. Milker: low production mode." I look up at her with pleading eyes as she looks between the screen and her clipboard. Her face is pretty, but even as I feel my dick react to the sight of her involuntarily, my mind begs silently for just the opposite. *Please. Please, no more. I can't…*

She taps a few buttons on my frame's control panel before she reaches to pat me on the head. "Alright boy, I think you've had enough rest. Break time’s over." As I feel my milking frame whirring into high gear again, the machine mercilessly pumping my poor, abused, throbbing shaft and my tender, inflated nipples, I can only let out a wail of anguished pleasure. The woman smirks and turns to walk away, and my entire body tremors in the frame as yet another gush of white fluid shoots forth from me... and another... and another...

I want to play a helpless man who's trapped as one of these human livestock in a facility run by dominant women, who consider it their job to wring every last drop of "milk" possible out of his balls. Despite the familiarity of the trope, I am open to a lot of variations here, so there's no need for you to follow the setup of the prompt to the letter. What kind of a world do you want this to be? (I'm open to fantasy and sci-fi settings!) Why do the people of this world want this kind of "milk" and what do they use it for? How are the "cows" selected? (Maybe this is a world where all men like me are reduced to cattle? Or is there some other reason I've been sentenced to this life?) Is the milking done by machine or by hand? (Maybe a mix of both?) How big is the facility and what is the daily life of the livestock like? I'd love to discuss these things and work out something we both find hot. My usual size limits for cock growth is around 10-20 feet

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

At first it had been a simple walk back home late at night, making my way to the gas station to get myself a snack. Only when I took another step my foot never hit the ground, suddenly feeling weightless. Screaming as gravity no longer applied to me, slipping through the layers of reality until I passed through the world entirely. Hitting the ground with a soft thud, groaning in pain as I slowly pushed myself into a kneeling position.

Eyes opening to not find the street leading up to my house, but dirty yellow walls and a slightly damp carpet underneath me. The smell of sweat and sex hanging in the air, making me grimace and gag as I reached up to cover my face. I wanted to pinch myself to make sure I was dreaming, but the dull ache in my side was enough proof of that. Looking all around and seeing nothing but dirty yellow wallpaper and these strange hallways all over, walking with fear and anxiety creeping in. Until I saw something that made me pause.

A poster stuck to the wall, a missing person poster. One that had MY face and name written on it! Panic building in my mind as the snapshot of my face had a heart drawn around it in some black substance with a big kiss mark right over my face. The page having a wet streak like something licked the piece of paper. Something wanted me here, knew I was in this strange place, and I was afraid to find out what. Until I heard a deep, husky voice and some heavy footsteps approaching from far off in the distance “Oh darling\\\~. Come out come out wherever you are\\\~.”

I know it's no use, but I feel myself trying to squirm and shift in my bonds anyways for at least the fifth time today. As always, the unyielding metal pushes against my limbs, keeping me trapped in in this position. On all fours in the confinement of the milking frame, the machine pulling incessantly and rhythmically at my chest and my nether region, the IV drip in my neck feeding a constant flow of hormones and aphrodisiacs into my veins. There's no escape. All I can do is wait and listen to the moans, wails, and groans from the others that share my plight, echoing around me in the cavernous stockroom of the facility.

A young woman comes into my view, wearing the practical uniform of all the workers here and carrying a clipboard. I've seen her a few times now, making her rounds, checking up on the status of the milkers. She stops in front of my frame with a slight frown, reading the small display to the side. I know what it says, or at least the broad strokes of such. "#0378. Average load quality: high. Recent load quality: mid low. Cock growth: 500%. Ball growth: 1000%. Milker: low production mode." I look up at her with pleading eyes as she looks between the screen and her clipboard. Her face is pretty, but even as I feel my dick react to the sight of her involuntarily, my mind begs silently for just the opposite. \*Please. Please, no more. I can't…\*

She taps a few buttons on my frame's control panel before she reaches to pat me on the head. "Alright boy, I think you've had enough rest. Break time’s over." As I feel my milking frame whirring into high gear again, the machine mercilessly pumping my poor, abused, throbbing shaft and my tender, inflated nipples, I can only let out a wail of anguished pleasure. The woman smirks and turns to walk away, and my entire body tremors in the frame as yet another gush of white fluid shoots forth from me... and another... and another...

I want to play a helpless man who's trapped as one of these human livestock in a facility run by dominant women, who consider it their job to wring every last drop of "milk" possible out of his balls. Despite the familiarity of the trope, I am open to a lot of variations here, so there's no need for you to follow the setup of the prompt to the letter. What kind of a world do you want this to be? (I'm open to fantasy and sci-fi settings!) Why do the people of this world want this kind of "milk" and what do they use it for? How are the "cows" selected? (Maybe this is a world where all men like me are reduced to cattle? Or is there some other reason I've been sentenced to this life?) Is the milking done by machine or by hand? (Maybe a mix of both?) How big is the facility and what is the daily life of the livestock like? I'd love to discuss these things and work out something we both find hot. My usual size limits for cock growth is around 10-20 feet