Bethany’s farm had only one acre of land accompanied by a large treatment facility for any milk they gathered. She sold two products: sex and – what she called – bull milk. Rich men and women would often come to the farm to purchase a bull for the night to mount or be mounted by. The bull would be returned the next day or the man or woman would be charged a steep late fee. If still not returned, the authorities were contacted and most of the time, Bethany got her merchandise back eventually. It was a good business. Most of the bulls gave their “milk” daily and there were always buyers wanting to taste it, rub it into their skin for the natural protein content, or inseminate themselves with the child of a fine, overly-handsome young bull.

As she peered over the collection of bulls now, she smirked. Each bull was on all fours, their collars secured to fence posts, which stretched from one end of the farm to the other. There were over four-hundred bulls waiting to be collected from. Bethany and her workers each chose twenty-five to milk, release, and bring their seed back to the facility for packaging and distribution. The bulls were well enough into maturity to understand what was happening and they never put up a fight. They enjoyed getting milked as much as the milkers enjoyed taking their seed.

Bethany took a firm grasp of the sterilized pail in her right hand and began to move towards the first bull she came across. He was a fine specimen. The muscles in his body seemed to groan and pulsate with each heartbeat, stretching taut against his skin, making him look so damn appealing. She set her pail underneath him and knelt down onto her knees beside him. He looked at her with his questioning eyes, watching in anticipating. He was on all fours, as was required during milking, and his jet black hair fell into his face as he turned at such a strange angle to see. His olive skin was shiny with sweat and his prime Italian dick stood out proudly at a lean, yet thick, eleven inches. His foreskin had been drawn back due to his violent erection and the head of his cock almost glowed purple with anticipation as it bounced with his pulse.

Bethany took a firm hold of his cock with her gloved hands and began tugging downward and upward on the sensitive tissue. She constantly moved his foreskin over and away from his shining head and was careful with her moments. The longer a milking took, the more milk you got. She teased his erection quite well, flicking its tip, running a single finger along its length, tracing the pulsing veins barely underneath the tight skin. It drove them both wild with anticipation. The young bull began to thrust into her hands as he was milked and he groaned with each of her movements. As she jerked him, he began to breathe more heavily. Within only a few minutes, he was spewing his seed. Bethany was careful to aim his prized dick at her pail, ensuring that each drop found its way inside. He gave a healthy, large load and she pet his smooth hair with an affectionate smile. His collar was unbound and he was then free to stand on two legs and socialize with the other bulls in the field.

Bethany moved on to another bull – and then another. She milked several, filling her pail with their thick loads of sperm. Each of them panted at her touch, moaned as they grew closer to orgasm, and shot in her pail to please her. It was a daily routine, one that each bull could never grow tired of.

Finally, she came to her favorite bull. He was a younger one, possibly sixteen or seventeen years of age. He had a head of shockingly bright blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. His skin was a pale ivory and his body was in perfect condition. He wasn’t too muscular, like some of the older bulls, but his body had long ago forgotten the unshaped tone of youth. His heavy balls and pulsing dick hung between his study and muscular thighs, accented with a slight pink tone that set them apart from the rest of his body. His rod seemed to be made of steel as it was incredibly hard and begged to be milked. His heavy balls hung loose – away from his body – in the midday sun. She set her pail underneath him as well, which had been about half-filled, and began working on his dick.

Her gloved hand and expert touch played and teased and toyed with his most private member and encouraged it to give its seed. He was circumcised, which made the milking funner as it took longer than usual. Bethany’s skill, however, was no match for the bull’s stamina and within minutes he thrusted into her hands and let the tip of his dick trickle through her fingers in a loving manner. He began to moan, to silently chant her name. His back tensed, then, and the muscles in his thighs seemed to convulse. The bull’s toes curled and finally, his seed began to spurt from his cock… only the quantity was very little.

Bethany frowned. She knew he normally gave more milk than this. She began working him again, pulling and tugging on his extremely sensitive member and within a few seconds, he began to convulse again and his youthful seed spurted forth. She held a gloved hand under the head of his dick and caught his milk in her hand. It consisted of only a few drops and was unpleasing.

“Why do you not have more milk?” Bethany asked, looking the bull in the eye.

He could not answer for shame. His cheeks glowed red with embarrassment at her displeasure and he simply shook his head.

“Have you been mounting the other bulls?” she asked.

He quickly shook his head “no”.

“Have you been milking yourself?” she asked, with the same even tone that produced the last two questions.

Once again, he shook his head “no”.

“Then you are inadequate, no? There are hundreds of other bulls on this farm that produce at least three times more milk as you do.”

The bull’s cheeks flared with scarlet, once more.

Bethany stood and took hold of her pail. She slapped the bull on his ass, making it shine red. “I’ll be back for you,” she said.

She called her workers from the field and entered the facility to drop off her collection of milk. She returned with four workers and each of them walked towards the blonde bull with careful steps. The bull’s heart began to pound within his chest in fear. They grabbed his collar, unsecured it from the post, and practically dragged him inside of the facility to the very back corner. It was here that one could barely see due to the presence of only a single light. In this small room, there was a large metal “X” that stood proudly in the center of the area. It had four straps upon it, one on each arm of the X, and there was a table of vicious-looking instruments next to it. The bulls instantly began to fight against the women restraining him, knowing his fate. They overpowered him quite quickly – Bethany had called upon the four strongest women in her employment. They secured each arm and each leg of the bull to one of the arms of the X, leaving him “eagle-spread” on the immovable, metal device.

Restrained, the bull fought harder against his binding and began to shout and scream and plead for freedom. The pleas fell upon deaf ears. Bethany began to speak to the young bull.

“For several weeks, now, you have produced inadequate quantities of milk when extracted from. This points to either unapproved sexual intercourse among your fellow bulls or masturbation after the workers have quit the field. Either one of these actions will not be tolerated. You have taken significant earnings away from our possible profits and it would be better to make you a steer for the other bulls to relieve themselves with rather than continue these pointless milkings. Do I make myself clear?” she finished in a defiant tone.

The bull began to swear at her and scream and fight against the X.

“Gag him,” Bethany ordered. The workers stuffed his mouth with a rag to silence his screams. Bethany reached towards the table of instruments and picked up a thick leather band. She tied it into an adjustable loop and with quick precision, slid it over the bull’s scrotum, above his prized balls, and pulled the string taut to tighten it around the cords that connected his balls to his body. As the leather bit into his skin, he fought and yelped. His balls were trapped in the lower part of his sac, now, and the skin around them was stretched thin, accenting the pink orbs with the deliciously sensual risk of losing them for good. As the leather began to shrink from the heat in the room, the bull’s dick grew hard and thick, pulsing as it had before.

Bethany giggled and picked up the gelding knife on the table. The bull saw this action and proceeded to fight harder, forcing the muscles in his back and arms to tighten. He looked more like a man than he ever had, or ever would.

Bethany held the gelding knife against the tight skin of the bull’s sac and saw that his dick grew harder, a furious scarlet color. She whispered to the bull, under her breath, as the knife kissed the top of the bull’s right testicle, a thin piece of skin holding the two apart.

“You seem excited to lose your balls. Perhaps this is the best thing for you, no?”

The bull screamed against his gag in denial, but his cock pulsed with life and excitement.

Bethany took the bull’s balls in her left hand and squeezed tightly, slightly smashing them into each other. She then pulled downward, pulling the skin tight, and began to pull her knife against the skin.

The bull pleaded and whined and fought, but to no avail. His limbs were secured and his loose sac hung, ready for the taking.

Bethany squeezed tighter, sending pleasure and pain into the bull’s tight erection. As the edge of her knife bit into his tight skin, he began to spurt his seed for the final time. Bethany allowed him this pleasure. He was finally shooting an acceptable load. It was quite large in fact, as if his body was making up for lost and wasted time. After the third stream of seed was spat from his cock, splattering on the floor, she pulled quickly and severed his beautiful sac, testicles still within, from his body. His cock continued to stiffen and jerk as his orgasm continued, but the sperm that would’ve followed the movement was no longer his. Bethany held the slightly quivering sac in her dominant hand and shuddered with power. She licked the side of the still-warm sac, tasting the semi-bitter sweet that shined from them. She cackled in pleasure and smiled as she unmanned her favorite bull.

The bull, however, simply hung there, loose in his binds. The fight had been taken with his balls and he had lost undoubtedly. Bethany tossed his manhood into a clean pail – a buyer would pay for them at a hefty price.

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After the workers cauterized the bull’s wound, he would be returned to the field as a steer, never to give milk again, but to pleasure the real, intact bulls on resting days when their seed was not taken. He would be used for sex and always seen as an object of lust, never an equal. So long as he was smooth below his cock, he would find no solace among the true bulls.

[Inspired by Young Bull by justoneguy]