Chapter 3: Rising Action
Garr followed the metallic voice's instruction, reluctantly entering the illuminated bay. He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening in disbelief and horror as he surveyed the ominous apparatus awaiting him.
"What is this?" he murmured, taking a hesitant step forward.
The device was no taller than his waist. Box like, it appeared to have a large hatch in the front. The name plate simply stated "The Juice Loosener". He gulped. He did not really like the idea of his 'juices' being 'loosened'.
That sounded painful and unpleasant. Nevertheless, he stepped forward, hesitating briefly before tentatively opening the hatch.
Inside the box, he saw a variety of intimidating, medical-like machinery. There were coils, levers, and strange devices, seemingly built for a single purpose -- to extract his most private liquids.
"I'm scared," Garr whispered, his voice shaking.
"Can you tell me what's going to happen?"
"The Juice Loosener is the first stage of the taming process. This device will jiggle, jostle and bounce your unruly oversized gonads to make sure all their 'juice', seminal fluids, are accessible when the extracting occurs." explained the metallic voice.
Garr gulped, his eyes darting between the grotesque machinery and his imperiled scrotum. The metallic voice continued.
"Subject: Garr, you will insert your balls into the designated receptacle. The device will start automatically once it detects your testicles within the confines of the containment unit."
Garr swallowed as he stepped forward. He used both hands to lift his big babymakers into the device, and gently rested them inside.
As soon as his massive testicles entered the confines of the containment unit, the device sprang to life. A loud whirring noise resonated through the room, accompanied by a series of hydraulic pistons and gears that began to grind and click. Garr gasped, his eyes widening in surprise. He felt something brush against his tender testicles. It seemed as though two hands gripped his sack, one huge nuts each.
He felt a tug, and a moment later, the jolting motion commenced. He felt his testicles being seperated in their big velvety sack. Then suddenly, The hands clapped the testicles together. They ground into each other for a moment before bouncing free, and returning to the bottom of his sack. He felt the hands return to repeat the process: Separate, clap, bounce.
"What the hel...!" he groaned, his legs buckling under the excruciating torture.
Separate, clap, bounce.
Separate, clap, bounce.
The cycle repeated relentlessly, each repetition sending waves of agonizing pain coursing through Garr's body. His knees buckled, his legs quivering violently. He felt the world spinning around him, his consciousness teetering on the brink of oblivion.
"This is a cruel joke!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the cavernous barn. "I'm just a simple farmer! Why are you doing this to me?"
Despite his protests, the machine showed no signs of slowing down.
Separate, clap, bounce.
Separate, clap, bounce.
His poor balls felt like potatoes being mashed, or dough being violently needed.
They ached with every brutal bounce, their sheer size amplifying the agony tenfold. Each successive round of clapping, separating, and bouncing sent a fresh surge of pain coursing through his veins. Garr whimpered softly, his cries muffled by the deafening drone of the machine.
"Please! Makes this stop!" he begged, his voice hoarse and strained. "I'll do whatever you want! Just let me go!"
To his surprise, the metallic voice replied, "Subject: Garr.
Your plea was noted. The Juice Loosener is the first step of a multi-part process to extract the juices that make you aggressive from your body. The extraction will reduce your testosterone levels and replace it with endorphins to make you docile and compliant. This will allow people to safely interact with you without fear of harm, and make you less likely to breed. You are a bad bull You will be tamed!"
boomed the metallic voice, as if trying to drill the message into Garr's thick skull.
"I... I..." Garr stammered, unable to form coherent sentences amidst the overwhelming waves of pain.
"We are nearly done with the first step. The juice loosener has softened and stimulated your monstrous bollocks. Now we will proceed to the next phase: extraction of your essence." said the metallic voice, sounding almost triumphant.
With that, the machine stopped its repetitive motion. He felt his sack fall free, but no longer to be gathered up for another mashing. he slowly pulled his genitals from the device. His sack felt very loose, and his balls felt tender and soft.
Garr's eyes widened in terror. He was trapped, and he had no idea what was coming next.
"Subject:Garr. Your testicles have been prepared and returned to you. Please proceed to the next bay for your milking."
The metallic voice directed Garr, urging him to continue his torturous journey. Garr silently complied, shuffling towards the illuminated bay mentioned by the metallic voice. He reached it and paused, gazing at the ominous apparatus waiting for him.
"Subject: Garr, you will observe the contraption."
Directed the metallic voice.
Garr peered at the device with trepidation and curiosity. It appeared to be a table or cabinet. In the centre of the object was two holes. One appeared to be a slick wet sheath, the hole next to it appears to be designed to cradle something. A brass plate Screwed into the top indentified it as "The Thirsty Mare"
"Foul unruly bulls are always obsessed him pumping wombs with their seed. This modified milking table will satisfy this need, once and for all.
You will lie on the table and insert your enormous breeder into the sheath. It is designed to milk and drain you, just as a female pussy would. You will fuck this hole. It will suck you back. You will drain your seed into the device. Be warned. It is called the Thirsty Mare for a reason. If it notices you slowing, or avoiding breeding. It will torment the balls nestled here. You are to breed it until you are empty of seed. Now, please lie on the table. insert your penis into the sheath and rest your bollocks in the holder."
ordered the metallic voice.
Garr hesitated for a moment, staring at the mysterious contraption known as "The Thirsty Mare." He gingerly approached the table, feeling a sense of dread creeping up his nervousness. he had never bred a pussy before, and now here he was expected to satisfy a robotic fake so his balls could be drained and tamed
. He lay down on the cold steel surface, feeling the chill seep through his furred flesh. The metallic voice urged him onward.
"Subject: Garr, you are ready to be milked. Insert your massive breeder into the sheath," it ordered.
Garr took a deep breath, his muscles coiling tightly. He reached down and grabbed his floppy cock, positioning it at the entrance of the sheath. he pressed it in, the walls constricting around his girth. his testicles resting in the dedicated recess, sore, loose and vulnerable.
Garr felt a tremor of apprehension ripple through him at the thought of his colossal testicles being subjected to further torment.
"Subject: Garr," boomed the metallic voice, "Prepare yourself for the milking procedure."
Garr sighed heavily, resigning himself to his fate.
He grabbed his flaccid cock and pushed it into the artificial sheath, his massive testicles nestling comfortably in the specially designed recess. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the tight walls of the sheath hugging his shaft. He squeezed his eyes shut, steeling himself for the impending discomfort.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice thundered, "Breed. Breed the device"
He gingerly pressed his hips forward, plunging his massive dick deeper into the slick sheath.
The walls of the sheath constricted around his girth, squeezing and pulling him inward. Garr groaned, his muscles tightening.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice rumbled, "You appear to be having difficulty breeding the device."
Garr glared at the machine, his anger rising.
"Would you prefer to be manually assisted in your breeding?" it asked.
Garr shook his head, biting back his retort. Instead, he focused on the task at hand. He thrust harder, grinding his hips forward. The sheath responded, sucking him in deeper.
Garr groaned, his body arching off the table. Despite his earlier hesitation, he found himself thrusting into the sheath with renewed vigor. He imagined himself buried deep in a fertile womb, his mighty breeder spilling its seed into the warm folds of a willing female.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice intoned, "Accelerate your thrusts. You have not yet satisfied the thirsty mare."
Garr bristled at the reminder of his failure. He redoubled his efforts, driving his monster cock deeper into the sheath, over and over.
His testicles swung heavily against his thighs, slapping rhythmically with each thrust. The walls of the sheath tightened around his girth, drawing him inexorably toward climax. Garr felt fire burning in his loins, and a desperate urge to release his seed.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice prompted, "Your progress is insufficient."
Garr growled low in his throat, his frustration mounting. He lunged forward, burying his dick deep inside the sheath. He pounded it with all his might, his lust and desperation fueling his movements.
The sensation of his enormous breeder being engulfed by the artificial sheath drove him wild. With each thrust, he felt the walls of the sheath contract around his girth, teasing and taunting him. He was drowning in desire, lost in a sea of carnal pleasure.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice reminded him, "Your performance is unsatisfactory. Applying pheremone musk
to enhance your arousal and intensify your penetration."
Garr grimaced as he felt a foul-smelling liquid being sprayed onto his engorged member. The scent was overwhelming, but it only served to heighten his arousal, the stink oof a fertile pussy ready for breeding. His massive cock throbbed, he began grunting as his inhibitions fell away.
His motions became more frenzied, his testicles slapping loudly against the steel table. The metallic voice of the machine egged him on, and he pummeled the sheath with reckless abandon. The pheromones had taken hold, and he was fully entrenched in the primal act of breeding.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice sang in a singsong cadence, "you are starting to make progress. Increase your speed."
Garr unleashed a savage roar, digging his fingers into the cold steel table.
His massive testicles hung heavy and full, throbbing with every punishing thrust. He hammered the sheath with relentless force, his mind swimming in a haze of lust and ecstasy.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice purred, "You seem to be enjoying yourself."
Garr growled a reply, his voice ragged and strained.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice prodded, "Increase your speed."
Garr nodded, his brow dripping with sweat.
His massive breeder continued to plunge deep into the sheath, the walls contracting around his girth with each stroke. The metallic voice of the machine echoed in his ears, spurring him onward.
"Subject: Garr, It is as I advised. You are a rutting bull. A wild animal. This is why the taming is necessary".
the metallic voice chimed, "A beast, untamed, can easily become a threat."
Garr stared at the table, his massive, erect cock still embedded in the sheath. The pheromones had worked their magic, transforming him into a rampaging bull. He thrust wildly, his massive testicles swinging pendulously as he plowed the Thirsty Mare.
. Each powerful stroke filled the air with the scent of sweat and passion. The metallic voice watched intently, analyzing his performance and adjusting the settings accordingly.
"Subject: Garr," it drawled smoothly, "You're becoming quite proficient at this."
Garr snorted, his nostrils flaring. The smell of the pheromones was intoxicating, clouding his senses and driving him to new heights of pleasure. Every nerve ending in his body fired simultaneously, leaving him reeling in a haze of euphoria. he could feel his first load dawning on him. he gritted his teeth as the orgasm took over him
completely. his entire body convulsed as his cock began to pulse. His massive testicles surged and swelled, preparing to unleash their potent payload.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice encouraged, "It's time to release your seed."
Garr roared, his mighty cock pulsating within the sheath. A torrent of hot, sticky seed exploded from his balls, filling the sheath to capacity. The sensation was overwhelming, as if every nerve ending in his body was firing all at once.
The walls of the sheath contracted around his girth, milking his enormous breeder of all its precious juices.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice chimed, "You're initial orgasm successfully drained
some of your seeds. However, the Thirsty Mare requires much more. Keep going."
Garr moaned. Wait, what? What had happened to him? The Tamer had manipulated him. Turned him into the rutting bull it despised. That's not who he was!
He wasn't a brute, a creature of base desires and instincts. No, he was a gentle soul, a hardworking individual who wanted nothing more than to live a peaceful life on the farm. However, the smell of the pheremones distracted, he felt his now sensitive member re-stiffening in the artifical cum soaked snatch. He had to focus! If he proved he was nothing but a rutting bull, surely the device would consider taking his balls!
Garr tried to stay calm, focusing on his breath as he rocked his hips, moving deeper into the sheath.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice chided, "You must increase your speed."
He couldn't help but grit his teeth, struggling to maintain control. He knew he had to play along, to try and appease the mechanical monster that held sway over his fate. But as his lust grew, Garr began to lose hope. He felt the shameful truth sink in—he was indeed a rutting bull, reduced to fucking an artificial pussy. His big cock slipping in and out of the cummy fuckhole.
His mind wandered to Daisy, a Cowtaur he knew in town. Garr liked talking to Daisy on Sunday when he needed supplies, but the pheremones had Garr thinking strange thoughts. He was thinking about ripping her blouse off, and watching her soft milkers bounce free. He wondered what her pussy looked like, what it felt like.
He visualized her creamy, moist slit swallowing his cock whole, her inner walls clutching him in a passionate embrace. A shiver ran down his spine. He wanted to taste her, to explore her depths, to claim her as his own. He wanted to fuck her senseless, to fill her with his seed, to mark her as his mate.
Garr tried to clear mind as he pummelled the Thirsty Mare. He wasn't a rutting bull, he was a good boy! He needed to keep his cool, lest he fall under the spell of the Tamer. He pulverised the squelching breedhole, hoping that if he came quickly, it would all be over soon.
His cock throbbed with every thrust, the walls of the sheath squeezing and massaging it relentlessly. The metallic voice of the machine chimed in, "Subject: Garr," it intoned, "Performance adequete" He could feel his second load dawning on him.
he moaned, his entire body convulsing as his cock began to pulse again. His massive testicles surged and swelled, preparing to unleash another torrent of potent seed.
A torrent of hot, sticky seed exploded from his balls, filling the sheath to capacity, causing it to overflow and blast back against his crotch. The room smelt of sweat, cum, and cow pussy. Garr lay on the table, sore and exhausted.
"Subject:Garr. Your ejaculations have not yet met anticipated amount. You continue to harbor seed. Continue to breed!"
Garr lay on the table in a pool of his own seed.
"I.... can't...."
"Subject will be tamed! Starting assistance protocol. You will breed the mare! You will be drained!"
commanded the Tamer. Robotic arms extended from the device,
wrapping around Garr's hips and guiding his pelvis into position. Pheremones puffed into his nostrils. Garr let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his cock harden as the moved his hips forcefully, forcing his tired body to continue. His now saggy balls bounced around as the machine moved his hips forcefully.
"Must...... focus. Save...... balls. Finish..." he murmured.
The arms moved his hips as his cock methodically pounded the cum filled pussy, churning his seed into a foam.
"Must empty balls...., not bull..... in control...."
he murmured. His worn-out testicles were swollen and tender, hanging limply between his muscular thighs. His big cock, engorged and rigid, pumped relentlessly into the artificial pussy. Cum drizzled down his cock and balls, splattering against the cold steel table beneath him.
"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice intoned, "You are nearing completion."
Garr groaned, his hips bucking wildly. He could feel his cock swelling even bigger, his balls churning another load of potent seed.
The robotic arms guided his hips, forcing him to pump faster and harder. The walls of the sheath began to undulate, mimicking the movement of a real pussy. Garr groaned, his cock throbbing with each thrust. he could feel it approaching, he knew that in mere seconds, there would not be a sperm left in his balls.
His orgasm was painful, it
made him cry out, the sound echoing through the barn.
His cock throbbed and spasmed, shooting his seed into the artificial pussy. The machine lowered him to the table as he caught his breathe.
"Scanning bull's testicles for remaining sperm.... none found. Subject:Garr successfully drained"
"That's... just.....great."