The sunlight reflecting off the white concrete of the courtyard triggered my circadian rhythm, rousing me from my deep slumber. The damned arm and leg locks dug into my skin, moist from the hot night before. I counted myself lucky that was wash day today and the farmer would take them off after this morning’s session.
I picked my long frame up out of my hay bed, brushing off the strands that were tangled in my short black hair and ones that sweat had stuck to my tanned, bare skin. The four metal walls of my cell hadn’t changed and the door’s peep hatch was still shut. I like to think that meant no one checked on me last night.
I didn’t know how much longer I was indentured at Luran’s Milking farm but the farmer told me that after last week’s count, I had almost paid off my parent’s debt.
I shuddered, not at the cool dawn air but at the memories of the new depths of pleasure the farmer managed to uncover last week.
The crunch, crunch of gumboots on gravel singled the farmer’s arrival and I walked over to the gate which opened as I approached.
“Come on Milky-Moo” the farmer called from the milking pen, he sounded like the gruff seasoned farmer that had broken me into the routine when I first came to Luran’s, compared to the young, spritely guy who was my farmer last week.
I shuddered again at the thought of him as I stepped through the gate onto the rough concrete of the milking pen, stretching my legs as I walked to minimise the post-session cramps.
The morning sun had already warmed my blue yoga mat that softened the pen, protecting my elbows and knees from becoming raw. I knelt down on all fours, my cock instinctively hardening at the touch of the yoga mat. It was a tough first week getting me to harden up for milking every day, but that’s conditioning for you. It was a lot easier once they waxed my body hair and shaved pubic hair away till my cock felt pristine and smooth.
The farmer stuck a screwdriver through the gaps in the metal fence and adjusted the brace hinges at my hips, knees and elbows, then tightened them with a ratchet screwdriver, pushing my limbs into position for optimal milking position, until I was locked into the position introduced last week. It doesn’t matter whether I relaxed or strained against the braces, until I’m in position the process is always uncomfortable. The introduced position of my ass in the air with my chest low enough to the ground that I could rest my forehead on my arms was only introduced last week but the higher-ups must have listened to that spritely guy. I sighed, this was the position for the foreseeable future until I finish the debt or cum quantity drops low enough to justify a new position. Such a demeaning position, *good for a little milky boy like myself*. There’s the conditioning, right on time as the gruff farmer raise the milking machine over my cock, the conditioning making me get even more rock solid. From what I remember, the machine was a flesh-light, modified to have lubricant pumped in from the opening, that was attached to a piston arm to milk me dry.
*Flick*, *flick*-*flick*. That telltale sound started the machine and boy did it start. The fleshlight felt different from yesterday’s, it was firmer, with small lengths of rubber brushing back and forth against my singular milking tit, like textured bumps but lengthened. The firm walls felt like I was pounding into someone, rather than getting milked. I closed my eyes (there wasn’t much to see from this position) and focused on the sensation of those uvula brushing back and forth, back and forth on my dick, like fingers of a harem stroking, teasing, exciting, begging for me to fuck them. The first of many micro-organisms to come ran up my spine as I clenched harder, not wanting to disappoint my harem. It felt like my dick was going to bust a vein, it had never felt so hard before.
I had never felt so great about my cock before, I felt the orgasm coming and leaned into it for the first time in a long time. I could almost feel the seamen pooling at my girthy base, waiting, waiting. Back and forth the piston moved, it felt like a sneeze was coming in my cock. And it was released.
OOH, such warmth, I raised my head and saw such colours behind my eyelids, every pump of the piston drew more and more cum from me as I felt my scrotum empty and the cum started to drain away to who knows where.
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