A Job You Love (Part 2) [F/M] [Fdom][Msub] [Milking] [Hucow I guess?] [Dirty talking] [Medical] [Forced Bi-ish?]

Vivian deliberately rubbed the metal against his soft chest, making sure to tease his fat nipples with the cold tool. She repressed a smirk of satisfaction as Josh squirmed, his jaw clenched, but she did not stop her work until his nubs were tight and stiff.

“Your heart seem fine, if not a bit fast. Are you nervous, dear? Don’t worry, it’s going to end soon” she cooed. That was a bit of a white lie. Truth was, they barely started.

“Can you pass me the gag, Paul, please?” she asked, offering her hand to her assistant.

“The gag?” asked Josh, apprehensive.

“I need to check your mouth. Your teeth, your tongue, everything needs to be perfectly healthy. Plus, good teeth mean that your system has good calcium level. It’s a plus in your interview score” she continued, in a professional matter-of-fact tone, as she examined the ring Paul just passed her.

It was on the big side, probably not the most comfortable on their selection, but it seemed like if Paul wanted a bit of a show. She did not feel like denying him. After all, he was one of their best farmhands.

“Open wide…” she ordered.

Josh closed his eyes as he obeyed. His jaw hurt as Vivian unceremoniously forced his mouth open to accommodate the cold metal ring.

“Paul, please, take my pad and take notes. Yeah, use the black pen…thank you”.

“Good teeth, no cavities” she commented, her gloved fingers probing his gums. The taste of latex filled his mouth. Josh was so busy trying to gulp down the saliva building inside his mouth, to stop himself from drooling all over himself, that didn’t even had the time to react when Vivian finally pushed her gloved fingers deep inside his throat. He whined, desperately trying to swallow around her probing fingers.

“Nice, tight throat. Strong gag reflex. We might need to work on that, or feeding might be hard” she commented, taking note of his pitiful chocking. Despite his best efforts, drool was now spilling down his chin, drenching his light beard and his soft chest.

“A bit on the dirty side, tough” she went on, addressing his pathetic state. Paul scribbled something on the notebook, despite his eyes being still glued on Josh’s trembling form.

“There, there” all done, Vivian said, finally stopping the fingering of his throbbing throat.
“Clean him up, Paul, please dear,” she asked, approaching the side table to change her gloves and prepare for the second part of the examination. She didn’t remove the gag. After all, there was going to be very little talking involved.

“Sure Doc” replied Paul, gingerly putting down the note pad and picking up what looked like a fuzzy wet towel. Viv took, once again, note of his enthusiasm. She did not mind, not really, but who knew that the burly farmhand had a soft for spot for chubby losers.

Josh must have picked it up as well as he tensed, obviously uneasy.

“What are you worried about, cutie?” commented the assistant, as the bound man tried to wiggle away from his touch. In vain, of course.

“I ain’t going to eat you, just getting you clean,” he said, as he gently wrapped his hand around Josh’s jaw, forcing him to look in his direction. His hand was huge compared to the boy’s face.

As promised, his administration were tender and focused. The bulky men carefully wiped away the drool from the kid’s cheeks, slowly sliding down towards his neck and chest. While he did hesitate a bit on Josh’s fat titties, using the occasion to give a good squeeze to his pudgy chest, he was almost uncannily placid in his ministration.

Vivian appreciated that side of Paul. Despite his roughed up look, result of too many days under the sun and the qualms of the genetic lottery, he was always incredibly sweet whenever he took care of the stock. He was a true pro, a old gen farmhand, completely different from the new guys that made the rough manhandling of the stock a matter of pride.

“Are you done, Paul?” she asked, after a couple of minutes.

“Sure, Viv. He is all yours,” the farmhand said, before removing the towel and taking a step back, not without giving a last playful pat to Josh’s messy hair.

“Wonderful,” she commented, before grabbing a stool and sitting right in the middle of Josh’s spread legs. The young man flushed, as he instinctively tried to close his legs. Of course, he failed. The straps did not budge.

“What a nice view,” said Vivian, lovingly patting the side of his fleshy tight in what wanted to be a gesture of reassurance. She felt Paul shifting behind her, possibly to fill out some more boxes on their notepad and, while he was at it, get a better look of the Josh’s exposed privates. Vivian was delighted to notice that, despite its owner shyness, Josh’s dick did not seem to mind a bit of attention. They did not even touch it yet and there it was, slowly rising to attention between the fuzzy nest of pubes.

“I am just going to give a bit of a look to your main assets, dear. Nothing bad, really. Just checking if everything is all right,” she tried to reassure him. She was well aware of how stressing that part of the interview could be, especially for the more inexperienced candidates. Yet, despite the warning, the young man still yelped loudly when she lifted his chubby shaft with her tiny hands, drool falling down his cheeks and his aching jaw.

Jumpy little thing.

She sighed, glaring briefly at the clock on the studio door. She would have like to get the prospect cow a tiny bit more acclimated to the procedure, but she really did not have that much time. Damn. That’s why she hated the summer round.

“Uncircumcised. A high amount of foreskin” she said aloud, waiting for the scribbling sound of Paul’s pen on the notepad before proceeding. “That’s great for sensitivity” she commented, proving her point by playfully pulling his foreskin, covering the shiny little head peeking between the folds.

Josh inhaled abruptly when she pulled it back completely, revealing the crimson head of his poor aching dick. She could tell that his body was responsive to the treatment, his meat hardening under her skilful manipulation. Vivian smiled when he managed to make him moan, her gloved fingers pushing against his throbbing piss slit.

“Lots of pre-ejaculate” she continued, squeezing out a large dollop of the fluid and smearing all over his throbbing cockhead with a slow circular sound.

“What a sweet little cunt you have here. And a naughty one at that, look how much you are leaking! ” she commented. “So tight! We are going to have it to stretch it a bit, you know that? Keep it plugged, as you seem like a bit of a drooler. But for now, is fine if cries a tiny bit. “

As if in agreement particularly large secretion managed to trickle down his veiny shaft, now harder than ever, his way through his balls and slowly dribble between his ass cheeks. Vivian chuckled as she collected it with the tip of her glove, using the occasion to slowly caress the hem of his clenched little hole.

“Up to now, it has been very nice, Josh. Very, very nice. You have some of the qualities that we are looking for in a candidate,” Vivian reassured him, noticing how his eyes were glistening. Still, he was not crying and his gaze still maintained a certain defiance, despite the ring keeping his jaw obscenely spread.

Good.

It was better when they were feisty.

“Did you write everything down Paul?” Viv inquired.

“Yes, ma’am” the assistant confirmed, highlighting his words with a gentle tap of the pen on the plastic border of his notepad.

“Great. Now, Josh, we are just going to check your scrotal circumferences” she explained, drying her gloves on a fuzzy cloth. “This is the most important part of your interview, really. You see, the size of the testicles is a determinant factor when it comes to sperm production. We need good quality, of course, but quantity is important too. We are going to help you a bit with that but it is definitely a plus if you have a good starting point” she continued, kindly cupping the man’s sack. They were comically big compared to his dick, but given the role description, that was a good premise.

“Stay still, hun” she soothed him. “You need to do your best, now. You want this job, right? You don’t want to go home to your girlfriend and tell her that you failed even at this?”

Josh shook his head vehemently, his gaze averted. Vivian was acquainted with the visceral fear behind his expression. If being part of CUMBKT stock came with a bit of a stigma rejection was definitely a worse fate. It was a shame, proof of failed virility. Being turned away, it meant that you were just not enough of man.

Yet, despite his assurance of cooperation, Josh couldn’t help but squirm when Viv lifted his chubby shaft with two gloved fingers.

“Like this baby. I know it’s scary, but I need you nice and relaxed,” she instructed, as she began massaging his tightening sack.

“Can you help me, Paul? I need you to hold his shaft up. I don’t have time to plug his sloppy hole and he keeps slobbering all over the place” she called as another thick drop of precum stained her fingers. While it was definitely a plus, the continuous leakage did nothing to help the swiftness of her attentions.

Paul dropped the notepad and approached with a big grin lightening his rugged up face. While the intention was obviously to come off as reassuring when the man’s callous fingers enveloped his throbbing shaft Josh panicked and began trashing against the restraints. Vivian sighed.

Josh probably had an issue with a male touching his junk.

That was definitely a minus. Pity. Those machismo residues were an absolute pain, Christ.

“Are you scared of me, little one? There is no need, you are in good care,” Paul said, trying to soothe him, gently wiping away his drool from his chin with his free hand.

“You really are. Paul is our best handler,” confirmed Vivian patting the inside of his tights while Paul began softly pumping his erection. His handjob betrayed his expertise, too soft to actually make him cum, but hard enough to keep in on the edge.

The reassurances were not particularly effective. Luckily, the restraints were. Still, it was a pity to leave bruises on such a beautiful complexion.

They kept petting him in silence as he finally tired out, let him slowly get used at the idea of being touched. Eventually, he slumped against the back of the chair and sit quietly. His body was still trembling, but the jolts subsidised.

“That’s a good boy!” praised him Vivian, finally removing her hands to test the condition of a nimble self-releasing metal tape.

He still squealed when Vivian gently grasped the neck of his fleshy scrotum. Her grip was firm but attentive, careful to avoid any pain as she gently began to pull down his testicles. Soon, she had both of them resting in the palm of her hands, his skin tensed around them to smoothen out the surface. She massaged briefly with the palm of her hand, letting Josh ease to the sensation.

Once she was sure that Josh wasn’t going to try to struggle again, she removed the hand at the base of his sack and reached for the measuring tape.

“This may be a bit uncomfortable” she warned, as she tightened the tape around his balls. Josh was panting, his chest heaving a bit too fast for Vivian’s taste, but he did not seem to be suffering. Quite the contrary, judging by the copious amount of precum Paul was doing his absolute best to dry up.

“ 120 mm “ she announced, satisfied, leaning over to scribble something on the pad. “I would say that this a perfect starting point! Now let’s see how each of your boys does…”

Viv delicately took on of his testes between her fingers and her thumb, gently rolling them around with her tiny fingers. Josh jolted when she squeezed lightly on the delicate part.

Nice and firm. All good. Still, the kid was excessively jittery. If they hired him – and, at that point, Vivian knew that the odds were quite high – they would have to work on his nerves.

“You should really chill, kid. Just relax and enjoy. Nobody is going to hurt your precious jewel,” said Paul, teasing the engorged head of his throbbing dick as Viv shifted her attention to his other ball. The farmworker smiled when he managed to elicit a nice little moan through his manipulation, his other huge hand patiently patting his messed up hair.

Vivian watched with satisfaction as his nuts, now freed, twitched back to the base of dick. Despite the tension, he was obviously ready to cream himself.

“Nice, a very good size hun,” interrupted Vivian. “They will increase, possibly permanently. Of a size or two after treatment, but that should not be a downside. You know, girls love a well-hung stud. Don’t them Paul?”

“I can confirm, Doc. By experience. Girls are just all over them nuts,” confirmed Paul with a smirk, finally releasing his throbbing shaft.

Vivian smiled, appreciating how strained Josh’s erection actually was, glistening with precum and as rosy as his cheeks. The young man seemed to realize at the same time, his expression changing from outrage and fear to dumbfounded amazement. He stared at himself for a couple of second, before shutting his eyes in embarrassment, escaping the obscenity of his own arousal, the light swaying of his hips, his throbbing erection, the tightness of his sack. His own need. His own desperate want.

“You are doing amazing, Josh. You seem like an excellent candidate. If you can handle this last part, you are going to find a very sweet deal waiting at HR” Vivian cheered, as she applied a generous dose of lubricant on her fingers. The young man’s virgin pucker looked adorable, with few light hairs circling the twitching pink rim. She took her time before digging in, slowly circling the tight entrance imagining how he was going to look in just a few weeks, all fucked out and begging for more.

Josh could not help but whimper. He was so sensitive. That was just so good! Josh was going to be a top-quality cow.

“It’s not going to hurt, it’s not going to hurt” Paul reassured him, moving behind him to massage his broad shoulders.

“Don’t worry Paul. If I have ever seen a hungry pussy, this is definitely one” Vivian teased, playfully tapping on his trembling pucker, before finally sliding her index finger up to her first knuckle. The kid was as tight as expected. She had exit completely and feed his clenched hole some more lube to even hope to find some wiggle room.

“You need to relax, cutie. Like this is just not good. We are almost done and you did so well in this interview. But you got to relax love. Deep breaths… like this hun. Like this.”

She just managed to push her finger just a bit further when her concentration was broken by a sharp knock on the door.

“What?”

She asked, irritated, turning her angry stare to whoever dared to burst in the interview. It was Hannah, one of the new farmhands, a sweet little thing with watery blue eyes. Vivian immediately felt bad. After all, it was not the girl’s fault if they were fucking swarmed.

“I am so sorry to interrupt, doc” she stuttered, sounding slightly out of breath. “But…Dr Seral told me that we need to hurry. We got a bit of a crowd around and…”

Vv sighed. Damn.

“It’s okay, Hannah, dear. Tell them I understand. I will finish this milking and I will get the next one, okay?” Hannah did not seem reassured, but she nodded and hurried out of the door.

“Aww, seems like we can’t give you the loving finger fuck you deserve, dear,” said Paul, sweetly moving sweaty strands of hair away from Josh’s forehead.

“We are going to give you your very first milking, Josh, dear,” explained Vivian. “It may be a tiny bit rough, but you got to bear with me. Paul and the other will take care of properly loosening up this lovely cunt in another moment. But it is important that we do that because we need to assess what type of milk you can produce with those fat nuts of yours, okay?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and suddenly pushed her lubed up finger all the way in, until she felt his prostate swell under her touch. While the prospect cow whined and tensed, she was glad to see that he didn’t lose his erection. At the contrary, precum fell down his shaft, trickling down his perineum and reaching his stuffed hole.

“Ah, here it is. Don’t worry, don’t worry… you are going to like this part. Paul, get him ready for sampling, please” as she began massaging his sweet spot in a deliberately slow circular motion.

Paul placed a small suction cup on the head of his penis. It was a small portable milker, the type that came without sounding implements and had just the most basic amount of suction, engineered to avoid spills rather than providing any actual stimulation. Josh, despite his obvious attempt to remain silent, began to whimper around his gag. Drool, once again, began running down his cheeks. Viv didn’t feel like blaming him. This was probably the most effort anybody ever put in pleasuring his chubby dick.

“Ain’t this a greedy lil pussy” she teased, as the boy squirmed under her touch. She managed to loosen Josh tight hole enough to plunge in it with a fast-paced rhythm. She chuckled as the overwhelmed kid began moving his hips, making distressed sound whenever she eased the pressure on his prostate. It was going to be a pleasure to give him the hard drilling he really needed. Oh, she was ready to go on the whole day opening up that perfect virgin cunt. Yet…

“Should we give him a bit of encouragement?” asked Paul, picking up her concerns about their strict timing.

“Go ahead” greenlighted Vivian, without slowing down her methodical penetration.

Paul, one hand still holding the pump, pulled hard on one of Josh’s puffy hard nipples. The boys yelped as he came with unexpected violence.

“Oh, you like your titties milked?” she teased, observing the thick ropes of cum staining the bottom of the vial. “You are going to be such a perfect cow, Josh, dear. Absolutely perfect!”

With a satisfied puff, Vivian got up from her stool, finally leaving her position between his spread leg.

Even when Paul removed his gag, Josh did not speak, still lost in his port orgasm daze.

Vivian stretched, looking out of the window. It was a beautiful day.

She pushed a bottom on the interphone and called: “Next!”

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