The Final Load

The Final Load By Carol O

Senior Instructor Ms Angela is in her mid 30's slim, attractive and stern. She is average height with a Barbie like figure. She wears glasses and has a tight-lipped expression. She is a man-hater through and through. She runs the training facility and has trained “harvesters” for 10 years.

Ms Angela stands before 20 new trainees. She will work with these women for 2 days before they will be allowed to harvest male organs.

“I run the Harvesting Section of the facility. We will work together for the next 2 days, during which time I will instruct you on proper and improper harvesting procedures. After the spent male is removed from the milking machine, he is sent here.” She points to a pile of emaciated husks, which were once men. “These useless shells may or may not be able to make one final deposit. Your job is to determine if product can be extracted and then remove it. Time is money, so if the effort out weighs the benefit, just harvest and move on to the next one.”

Ms Angela walks over to he pile of husks, which are alive enough to drag themselves around on the tile floor but too weak to stand. The cock and balls of these men are enormous. As they drag themselves out of the pile, their cock and balls drag behind them. All the time the chute above deposits fresh man husks every few seconds.

Ms Angela approaches one of the “cocks with a man attached”, he is slowly dragging himself toward an exit door. “Soon ladies you will be able to tell, just by a quick glance, whether a set of nuts will produce any more product or not. This one…(she glances down) is a definite no go. She reaches in her pocket, and produces a razor knife. She then places one knee on the head of the man’s cock, while putting all her 115 pounds on it, holding the man in place. The man continues to crawl but goes nowhere. With one swift motion she cuts the man’s nut bag in half and his exposed balls pour out on to the tile floor. She stands up and the man continues to crawl away, his naked balls dragging behind him. She continues, “These producers may look acceptable but they are spent and it would take several days to regenerate. Therefore they are expendable. “ To prove her point she walks over the exposed egg size balls and picks one off the floor, she lifts it waist high while pulling the cords taunt. “Observe, as I apply pressure you will see no additional nut juice in the tubes” Ms Angela, begins to squeeze the man’s nut. The students watch with interest but no expression, as if they were learning a new calculus equation. Ms Angela, continues to squeeze, and in just a few seconds, one side of the mans spunk nut burst s open, and the cords come flying out like a new years eve party favor. “If this nut had any chance of rendering a final load, it would require much more pressure to blow it out.” Ms Angela dropped the exploded ball to the floor, slapping her hands together, cleaning them of any man meat. “Now, step this way to the training facility.” Ms Angela, stepped forward and uncaringly stepped directly on the other exposed spunk nut, crushing it to mush under her black pump. “This way ladies.” She said waving her hand.

The training room had 10-work stations forming circle in the large circular room. Each station had a stainless steel worktable, sink, several boxes of glass jars and a roll around toolbox. These all circled a center workstation where Ms Angela positioned herself. She instructed the trainees to double up and select a workstation.

“I like to think that there is no better way of learning, than doing, so lets jump right in.” Go back out and grab yourself a set of cock and balls and we will begin.” The women exited the room and soon returned dragging a man by the ankles. The women easily picked them up and dropped the husks on the stainless steel table. The men were then strapped down on their backs.

“First you want to achieve and erection. Some of your specimens will expire just by getting an erection, if this happens just return to the pile and grab another. The women opened a drawer on their toolbox and removed a can of white lubricant; each cups their hand and takes small amount. Both trainees at the workstation begin to lather up the enormous man tube with both hands. “If you are not getting any reaction, slap the cock head a couple of times, that usually gets their attention.” said Ms Angela. Several slaps were heard in the room as well as muffled moans from the men. During this process a few of the men expired and the women had to get new specimens.

Soon there were 10 huge erections around the room, it looked like a human merry-go round. The women continue to stroke their specimens to insure they remained rigid. A small cup shaped device was placed over the head of the spunk cannon and a vacuum sucked it down tight.. “Now ladies do your best to get that last load from you specimen. The teams began to stroke and caress the man meat for several minutes, with no reward. Some rubbed their breast against the man meat; others licked the tube but nothing. Tired and frustrated the women began to ask Ms Angela what they were doing wrong.

Finally Ms Angela explained, “These men have been cumming for two months straight and have experienced the pleasure from the milking machine for all of that time. They have also been held in place by shackles and clamps, they have prodded, slapped and beatten for that same period, so their pain and pleasure senses have intertwined. In other words, they are conditioned to react to pain more favorably than caressing touches. Try it out, one of you stroke the cock, while the other… well......have some fun with the balls….”

Each workstation had their own technique but the favorite was grabbing the base of the ball sack and slapping the the mans cum tanks around. Or letting the balls rest on the table and stand above the man, giving him a few swift kicks into each nut. Punching, squeezing, biting, stepping and mashing were all techniques used. Soon the men began to show signs of cumming, the women worked more frantically as the men approached orgasm. They crushed a few nuts in the process but Ms Angela explained that this would happen. The men began to explode, as their balls were constantly beaten, load after load was extracted though the tubes attached to their cock head. The women worked more diligently, smashing the spunk containers into submission. The harder they pounded the more spunk was extracted. Soon the muffled sound of popped balls could be heard in the room. Excited by the process, the women found themselves beating on a sack full of broken ball, without realizing it. One by one the trainees dropped the bag of mush to the table, and turned to the sink to clean their hands.

“Very good ladies, we got….6 quarts from these 10…that is about average.” You may now finish the harvesting. The trainees reached into their toolbox and removed a pair of shears. As one trainee grabbed the man’s cock and sack full of ball mush, pulling it straight up in the air, the other cut both from the emaciated body with one swift slice. The man bled to death within seconds, his body was pushed off into a shoot next to the worktable where it slid to the pork farm to be eaten by pigs.

The cock was sent to the grocery store and was either deep-fried, grilled or sold as shis-ka-bob. It is a favorite of summer outings. The balls were useless but the nut sack was stretched and dried for purses, jackets and skirts. Women considered nut bag skin as the softest leather available.

The trainees spent the rest of the day removing what spunk they could from the pile of carcasses. In a few days they would be working in the main factory, and draining a few hundred cock and balls a day.