sigh

'And what is the name of this bull?' I asked.

'Bull Bryce, sir,' the bull's milker replied.

The bull known as "Bryce" was spread out wide with his wrists chained high above his head and legs spread far apart, shackled to the floor. He was huffing and puffing through a large ball gag, glaring at us with furious confusion, grunting and moaning as the pump relentlessly slurped and sucked on his erect udder.

'Productive?' I asked.

'Very productive,' the milker replied.

'Unnggggh...' Almost on command, the bull let out a strangled groan as he spontaneously ejaculated a gloopy stream of cream into the pump. We watched as the fresh dairy was pumped through the tube into the tank of the milking machine. The tank was about half full already, and the bull was still cumming.

'Good quality?' I asked.

'Yes, sir, very high-quality milk,' replied the milker.

The bull scowled at us, apparently outraged at the way we described his cum as 'milk', and talked about him like the dumb bull he clearly was.

'Rrrrngh! Ngh! Ungh, ungh, ungh...' He squirmed against his shackles, grinding his teeth against the hard plastic ball wedged in his mouth, and clenched his fists, wilfully trying to resist giving us any more milk. But the vibrators buzzing against his nipples, under his nuts, and inside his ass, and the cocktail of aphrodisiac drugs we'd given him, and the repetitive jerk-jerk-jerking of the pump kept him nice and horny — and forced him to surrender even more nut against his will.

'Feisty?' I asked.

'Extremely defiant, sir. Refuses to accept he was bred to produce milk,' the milker replied.

'Nnnnnngh... nnnnngh... uggggh... unnngh...' The bull shuddered and screwed his eyes shut as he continued to spurt uncontrollably into the pump, trying to endure the sexually agonising ordeal of being made to cum and cum and cum over and over again. Beads of sweat trickled down his naked body. He was powerless to fight the stimulation of the vibrators and pump. All he could do was whimper and pant and keep shooting all his thick loads into the tank.

'He'll make a fine addition to our herd,' I said.

'Yes indeed, sir,' replied the milker.

'Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh...' Bull Bryce continued to grunt monotonously, shaking his head in panic, barely believing what was happening to him, staring in horror at the tank collecting all his loads, and practically screaming as another fresh spurt was harvested from his aching cock, spurting from the slit of his red swollen head snugly encased in the pump.