#blueballing

But, as he himself said- there is no need for it right now. Cole is bred up. His body is already growing a little calf and is put into overdrive producing milk for them. He’s not even in any facility – they’re here for their own enjoyment. Just as… lovers.

Martin slowly lets go of Cole’s head to brush along his spine. Yes, while he can’t treat Cole as rough as the boy might want him to, he certainly could give in and mount him.

It is not the right time for it yet, though.

He wonders what Cole thinks might happen once he actually starts to copulate with him. He might be hyping it up for himself, not knowing that Schaefer really is quite mediocre in bed. He just never bothered with it too much.

You might want to rethink it now, old pal. With a cow on your hands, your sex drive might increase as well. Hmmm… what an interesting thought. I might want to do some tests on that…

While he wonders what kind of tests he could do, he gently pulls his fist from Cole – he can feel the suction from his body, his obscenely swollen rim tenderly holding on to his wrist and trying to not let him go – and dries it for the moment.

While Cole starts to immediately protest and whine about it, he grabs soft rope to move around him and carefully loop it around his sturdy horns.

“We will do a few things now, Cole. If you would please listen for a moment?” he says gently, though a little distracted by the fact that he could feel his erection pressing against the inside of his zipper as he moved. He can’t quite recall the last time he ejaculated, let alone had enough inspiration for an erection…

“I will fixate your head, for one. I wish to make sure that you do not accidentally hurt your neck by throwing your head around… and I think you will appreciate the added restriction in your moves. You did quite enjoy the breeding box, did you not?”

He moves about as he talks, knotting the ropes around a horizontal bar of the breeding chair and clicking his tongue at Cole when he tries the give too soon and pulls the ends out of Martin’s hands.

The mention of the breeding box has gotten Cole excited and nervous in equal measures, it seems. How fortunate… he had thought that something like this might happen. The experience had obviously left quite an impact on Cole and seeing him wriggling in the chair, arching his ass up again to present to nothing at all.

“Fascinating. Maybe I should consider purchasing a breeding box for private usage. I would think me being a professional would allow me to be in possession of one so I could entertain you with it… Hmmm it is an interesting idea, is it not? I will have to look into it.”

In all honesty, he wonders for a moment if Cole might stand still long enough for him to research it quickly on his phone… but the way he moos low and rough, his tail lashing through the air- it does not seem safe to leave him out of his sight for even a second.

Cole lets his head hang low, not pulling against the ropes that bind his horns now. He moos low and drawn out, his hole visibly clenching, then relaxing enough to show the dark insides with how well stretched out he is.

“I want that,” he slurs so badly that Schaefer can barely understand what he is saying. “I want that. Please. I want… I want the box. At your place. With… with lots of sh-shirts from you. And pillows you use. And your used underwear…”

Martin can feel himself flushing slightly. He clears his throat and reaches up to undo just the very top button of his shirt so he can breathe a bit more easily.

“I did not know you had such a… lively imagination, Cole. I find out new things about you every day, it seems. Maybe you would like to tell me what exactly it is that you so enjoy about the breeding box?” As he talks, he slowly grabs a hold of his tail’s base again, gently bending it out of the way to minimize the danger of it hitting him in the face as he slowly pushes his fist back into the obscenely swollen cow cunt.

Even without obscenely copious amounts of slick, he just takes him like a champ, opening up nice and wide and clamping down around his wrist. The silky texture truly is something extraordinary. It suddenly reminds him of the fact that quite a few of the cows are not even in the milk business but have opted to work in adult entertainment.

It is easy for him to forget this as he has never been too interested in any of it… but with Cole’s hot rim around his wrist, feeling like a soft, suckling mouth – yes. Yes, he remembers quite well.

“I just… I dunno- It’s just… fuuuck…” he tries his best but it seems completely impossible for him at this point to say something coherent while Schaefer is focusing on his prostate, rounding it with three fingers in a patient, slow circle designed to stimulate it just so without any direct contact.

A cow’s prostate is laughably easy to play with. It is enlarged quite a bit after all the treatments that the patients go through.

“Good cow,” Martin croons, still just rounding that special little spot through the silky hot wall of Cole’s intestines. “You’re being so good for me. I know it is difficult to think when you haven’t had to use your brain much these past months. But it is a sign of how well our system works, is it not? You do not need to worry about a thing – it’s all taken care of for you. All you need to do is spread your legs and get inseminated until you can give us the milk we all so desire.”

He arouses himself with his words. It is shameful… but there it is. He pauses, wrist deep in this cow, listening to his low, throaty groans and stares down at his own crotch, taken off guard by the feeling of his swollen cock pulsing and demanding attention.

Slowly, Martin pulls his hand back, swallowing to moisten his dry throat.