The Milking Farm - Part 5

A fantasy about bondage, slavery, penectomy.

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The Milking Farm - Part 5 by the Milkman

My handler began explaining to me that I have here for over two 
weeks while various modifications have been made to my body and 
that as soon as I was healed, after a couple more modifications, I 
would be moved to my new location.  It seems that my semen quota 
had been dwindling since the second day I was milked and it was 
decided to sell me as a slave as was part of my contract.  A buyer 
was found and I was being modified to his specifications  All the 
time my handler was talking, I could feel his warm hand massaging 
my crotch and I was hard and getting harder.  But how could that 
be?  When he showed me my body earlier in a mirror, my crotch was 
smooth - no cock or balls.  However, I couldn't open my mouth to 
say anything.  

I guess my handler sensed that I wanted to know why I felt so hard 
so he explained to me.  It seems that after my body was totally and 
permanently depilated, the first modification was to
remove my cock at its root and to place my balls inside my body.  
That is why I felt so aroused. The next modification was my teeth 
were removed and replaced with permanent crome denture plates that 
can be clamped together (with the alan nuts I had earlier observed) 
so I couldn't open my mouth.  At the same time, my voice box was 
removed to allow a better fit for my permanent collar.  Finally, my 
nipples were pierced with barbells holding silver dollar plates 
around my nipples.

Further, stainless steel bands with d rings were permanently placed 
around my ankles, wrists, and neck.  A large stainless steel butt 
plug was placed in my hole and was removed once a day for my 
enema.  My handler told me that since I was only fed liquid, my 
stool was very minimal and, sometimes, non-existent, so I didn't 
need to go very often - never more than once a day which is all 
that would be allowed anyway.

The only thing left to be done was to finish my piss hole.  My 
handler did not go into detail about how or what would be done with 
the small tube that was coming out where my cock used to be.  He 
said I would be put to sleep soon for that process.  In fact, I was 
getting very tired and becoming unable to concentrate on what my 
handler was saying.  Soon, it was black. 

When I awoke, another 2 weeks had passed and my handler was there 
to show me what had been done during this last process.  He told me 
that the only thing besides me healing since going to
sleep was that my piss plug had been installed.  Using a mirror, he 
showed me a small nylon- looking plug between my legs.  He told me 
that my new handler would pop out the plug to let me drain and pop 
it back in when the flow stopped.  From now on, I would be 
completely dependent upon another person for all my vital bodily 
functions.

The next thing that would happen to me would be that I would be 
packed for shipment to my new location and owner.  In a few moments 
my other handler came into the room with a very large coffin-like 
box which was my shippping container and they began preparing me for
shipment.  

First, my head was released, the feeding tube was removed, and a 
very thick leather hood with only a mouth hole (through which an 
air tube was attached to my chrome plate and fed through the mouth 
hole) was put over my head and locked into place to my collar.  It 
fit like a glove.  No light got in at all - total darkness.  Next, 
the straps were released from my upper body and I was put into a 
sitting position.  My arms were then folded behind my back and 
strapped wrist to elbow and then a strap went from them to my 
collar and locked.

Finally, my lower body was unstrapped and a cushion was placed 
between my knees and ankles.  Then some kind of lubricant was 
spread over my legs and feet and I felt rubber being pulled up
my legs.  Then, I was stood up and they continued pulling the 
rubber suit up my body to my collar.  After the suit was in place, 
I heard a zipper being pulled up the back and locked to my
collar.  The suite was very tight.  Soon, I felt some action around 
my feet and then heard some kind of machine and the suit began to 
tighten.  They must be sucking out the air in the suit because it 
was becoming very, very tight.  

During all this activity, I maintained my hardon - at least, it 
felt like I was hard as a rock.  When the rubber suite tightened 
around my crotch, I thought I would come - but I didn't.

When the air machine was turned off and disconnected, I was pushed 
backwards and fell into the hands of one of the handlers.  My body 
was stiff like a board.  The other handler picked up my feet and I 
was placed into the coffin-like shipping carton (at least, I 
assumed that).  I don't know what was happening at this time except 
that I was being pushed and crammed from all sides until
I couldn't move anything.  I vaguely heard the lid being shut and 
nailed or latched or whatever. 

Then the carton was moved up and down and from side to side - 
probably to see if I would move around - but I didn't move at all.  
All of this made me harder and harder.  I should have been
really scared about what was going to become of me but I only got 
harder.

Soon I began to get tired - maybe the air had more than just oxygen 
in it - and, before blacking out wondered where I was going to 
awaken and what would happen there.  

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