The Milking Farm - Part 4

A fantasy about bondage, slavery, castration, penectomy, and 
nullification.

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The Milking Farm - Part 4 by The Milk Man

I have no idea how many times my handlers have put me through the 
milking procedure but,lately, the milkings were getting closer 
together.  Each time was not yielding much semen.  I began to 
wonder how long it would be before I would enter the next phase - 
whatever that was? This went on for some time, although I didn't 
have much sense of time.  I was deep inside a huge building without 
windows and had no idea of the passing of days.  

The last time I remember being led to the milking room, my handlers 
kept milking and milking but I could only manage one very small 
cum.  I thought this might be it and don't remember a thing until I 
awoke in a different room and was totally unable to move any part 
of my body.  As I became more aware of my surroundings, I began to 
realize that my body was held to a table with numerous leather 
straps.  Straps were placed right above my ankles, chins, upper 
legs, right above my wrists, forearms, upper arms, around my waist, 
chest, and over my forehead.  Tubes were running in my mouth, my 
asshole, and crotch.  Although, I was in total darkness I could
sense the tubes and straps.  There was also some pain in my mouth, 
nipples, and groin. However, I finally realized that it was dark 
because of a heavy leather hood on my head.  Soon I was aware of 
some movement around me and hands touching my body.  My hood was 
removed and I was given the grand tour of my new body by my 
handlers.

They first held up a mirror so I could see my face.  The septum 
ring was still in my nose but there was no hair on my face or head, 
no eyebrows or anything.  A tube was running into my mouth and one 
of my handlers moved his hand to my mouth and opened it.  Like my 
handlers, my teeth had been pulled and replaced with metal upper 
and lower plates.  I didn't notice before but there was an alan nut 
on each side of the lower plate.  As I tried to open my mouth, I 
realized that these nuts could be turned so that my jaws were held 
shut.  The tube going into my mouth was threaded through a small 
hole in the center of the top plate and that was where my nutrient
was going.  I could feel liquid going down my throat every once in 
a while.

Next, my handlers moved the mirror so I could see my chest.  Each 
nipple had been pierced.  Two silver plates about the size of 
silver dollars with the centers punched out were laying over my 
nipples with a barbell piercing each nipple and holding the plate 
in place.  It was an awesome look

Then, my handlers slowly moved the mirror so that I could see my 
crotch.  That's all that was there.  My cock and balls were gone!  
I couldn't even see a scar.  There was just a tube coming out where 
my cock used to be.  Amazingly, I felt terribly excited.  In fact, 
I would have had a monstrous hard on if I had had a cock.  I 
couldn't believe how badly I wanted my cockless crotch rubbed.

One of my handlers sat down beside me and began to tell me what was 
going to happen to me next while gently massaging my crotch.  He 
explained that I needed to know about my modifications and what to 
expect but that I had no say in anything that was going to occur.  
I was hoping he would say that I would become a milker but it 
didn't take long for me to realize that was not to be.  Instead, my 
handler began paint a picture of my future that I couldn't have
imagined.  

Stay tuned for the 5th and final Part of the Milking Farm