The Milking Farm - Part 2

A fantasy about bondage, milking, shaving, nullification, and 
slavery.

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The Milking Farm - Part 2 by the Milk Man

The voice began to list the requirements of the farm which he said 
were completely non-negotiable.  

1.  A contract must be signed after which I will have no choices as 
to my fate.
2.  I will be naked at all times.
3.  I will never be allowed to masturbate or touch my private parts.
4.  I will be kept bound in some form at all times.
5.  My body will be totally depilated.
6.  The daily schedule for me will be as follows:
     Several milkings daily until daily quota is reached  
     All time between milkings will be spent bound to my binding 
bench
     Nutrients (with special semen production enhancers) will be 
available at all times through
	tube attached to binding table 
     Bathroom duties followed by an enema will preceed all milkings
     An appropriately sized butt plug will be in place at all times 
except for during bathroom
	duties
     Body will be modified as needed including possible penectomy, 
castration, piercings, etc.
     When daily milking quotas are not met for a period of time, 
will be required to perform other
	duties such as being a milker - may be sold as slave

Following the reading of this list of requirements, the voice asked 
me if I needed a drink.  Boy, did I.  The voice held a glass of 
water and I drank it completely.  Then, the two guys who
brought me here were called and I was taken to what would be my 
cell and bound on my binding bench to make my decision and 
contemplate the events up to this time.  

The bench was about the same size as a weight bench.  It was waist 
height and I was made to lay on my stomach.  My cock and balls hung 
down through a cut out part at the end of the bench.  My legs were 
bound to the bench legs, my arms were bound to the legs on the 
other end and a wide strap was buckled around my chest to hold me 
securely.  A penis gag was placed in my mouth with the same hood 
that was on me before over it.  It was laced tightly and my head was
bound, face down, to a special head board which stuck out from the 
other end of the bench.  There was hole in the head board so that 
my face was not smashed against it.  I could not move anything but 
my cock began to grow.  

Of course, my mind was totally overwhelmed by all the activities of 
the last few hours.  I didn't know if I really sign the contract 
because life would never be the same nor would I have any
control over it.  But, my cock was getting harder and harder and I 
began to really need to cum.  The longer I lay there, unable to 
move, my cock got harder and harder and I wanted to cum more
and more.   Finally, I decided that I would do anything to get to 
cum - I couldn't help myself - all I wanted was to cum.  I think I 
must have gone to sleep or passed out or something but all of a
sudden I was being shaken and I heard the voice asking if I was 
ready to sign the contract?  My cock was huge and totally in 
control of me and was being gently played with.  A hand removed
the hood and penis plug so I could answer.  All I could say 
was, "Yes, yes, yes, please yes."   My right hand was released so I 
could sign the paper which was held for me.  As soon as I signed the
paper, my hand was rebound, the penis gag was reinserted in my 
mouth, and, instead of the hood, a head harness was buckled in 
place.  Of course, I was now really devastated because I felt
sure I would be milked as soon as I had signed the paper.  But that 
was not to be.  Instead, a butt plug was shoved up my hole until it 
popped in place and I was left alone.

I don't know how long I laid there after signing the contract but 
finally someone came in I thought I would finally be released.  
However, the butt plug was removed and replaced with a
small tube and soon I felt my gut being filled with warm water.  A 
voice told me to relax and let it fill me.  A hand rubbed my 
stomach and the water kept flowing in.  Finally, it stopped, my
bindings were all released, and I was taken to the commode where I 
was allowed to expell the liquid.  It came out quickly and as soon 
as I finished, the butt plug was reinserted, my arms were
folded and bound behind my back, a leash was attached to my collar, 
and I was led to the milking room.  In the milking room, I was 
taken to a milking stall where my arms were unbound,
I was made to get on all fours, place my head between verticle 
steel rods which were moved close around my neck, and wait to be 
milked.  I wondered if it would be a machine or manual.  It
wasn't very long before that question was answered.  I couldn't 
believe what happened next!