Milking the Meat, a hardvore slaughterhouse story

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Milking the Meat, a hardvore slaughterhouse story

Postby naughtychop » Wed Apr 29, 2020 9:23 pm

This is a story that I wrote about some new recruits at a semen milking factory with a slaughterhouse attached. M/M, quasi-consensual, hardvore, blood, etc.

Let me know what you think




It was well known that guys who ended up in the milk factories didn't come back. They got ultimate pleasure, usually, but gave up ultimate control, becoming livestock.

Usually there were three ways to end up in the factory – high school graduates with low prospects were often recruited (varying degrees of desire, but all were willing, even if they had been somewhat pushed towards the decision to sign their rights over), any adult male could volunteer, and, in some jurisdictions, a father or master could sell their adult son or slave to the factory.

It was this last that Frank Chavez was considering for his son Scott. It was a slightly awkward situation – Scott had been considering going in straight out of high school, but Frank had convinced him to stick around to help on the small farm they lived on on the outskirts of the town.

A couple bad harvests, however, had stressed the family budget, and while Frank was glad of his son's labor, and was glad to have more income from hosting the local men's orgy club because of Scott's presence, he eventually decided he had no choice but to sell Scott to the factory.





Logan was a brawny man, and worked general labor. Sex was his greatest pleasure in life, a pleasure helped by his massive cock, but lately, he simply hadn't been feeling up to anything other than staying home and jerking off. Seeing as he could get all the same pleasure at the factory, and wouldn't have to worry about anything else, he decided to volunteer.




Finally, there were Damon and Diego, who signed up during the last semester of high school to be taken to the factory after graduation. Very little schoolwork was necessary after this, so they mostly worked out in back to back gym classes and fucked each other in the locker room.

The transport truck came on a warm day in June, a simple box truck with benches in the back. Logan, having been single, simply waited near the town bus stop, not worrying about clothing, as he was now livestock. A few passersby gawked at his endowment, but nudity was not unusual. The truck came, the driver got out and opened the back, and Logan climbed in dutifully.

The truck then went to the school, where graduation was just coming to a close; Damon and Diego were nude too, standing near the stage under a banner reading “Future Cumcows”. Some of their peers had jeered teasingly at them, many more were envious. When the driver of the truck came to fetch them, he had to wait a few minutes, as Diego's friend Jose was giving him one last blowjob before they seperated. Damon and Diego were loaded into the back of the truck, and on it went to the Chavez farm.

Scott was still uncertain about this whole thing – when his dad had convinced him not to go to the factory, he had shut off that potentiality in his mind, gotten over it, as it were, only to find now that his dad was selling him like a piece of meat. He was actually somewhat angry over it, so Frank had hogtied him, just in case.

Frank and the driver loaded Scott into the back of the truck, the driver paid Frank, and Scott's fate was set. The truck trundled off down the highway with the boys and men – now milk bulls, technically – and drove towards the city, bound for the factory.


Upon arrival, the milk bulls were washed, given physical examinations, inspected, had several injections in their nether regions to begin the process of turning them into cum producers, given a test milking, and put in a room to wait with many other milk bulls for their ultimate assignments. Graduation season was always busy, and the room was filled with twinks and jocks eagerly rearing to go, along with some other men like Logan and one or two guys like Scott, drugged slightly for their own safekeeping.

Damon was the first to be taken from the room.
“You are in for something special, boy,” said one of his handlers. “We've got a new experimental system we need bulls for, and the higher ups picked you from today's batch.”
Damon was too nervous to say much. They arrived in a laboratory with an enormous contraption in the center. Damon noticed manacles in the middle, surrounding a space large enough for a fairly large man.
“Well, don't dawdle, get in!” the other handler said. Damon complied, and they closed the manacles around his wrists and ankles. A whirring sound signaled the movement of what looked like a strange sort of dildo towards Damon's ass.
“Oy! That thing's lubed, right?” he asked suddenly.

The workers laughed. “Enough to get in,” one said. “It's the same sort of multitool we fuck all the bulls with – it stimulates your prostate, cleans the shit out of you so we don't have to worry about it, and occasionally zaps your insides to keep you producing more cum. It feels good, or at least that's what they tell us.”
Damon moaned as the dildo entered his ass, then screamed as it whirred to life, doing its tasks, before settling back into pleasurable moans. He could think of nothing other than the device in his ass as it pumped back and forth.
One of the handlers attached a device to his penis.
“This is not a standard milking sleeve. It's extra large,” he explained to the barely listening teen. “Which helps with this.” Finding a vein, he jabbed a needle at the end of a long tube into Damon's arm.
“This is Experimental Serum No. 405. We're trying to make feeding intravenous, you see. This one is special, though, because it's also designed to make your balls grow huge and help your muscles develop despite the fact that you won't be moving much anymore. It's part of our project to create permanent milkers, bulls that don't need breaks from milking. Enjoy the rest of your life,” he laughed as Damon began groaning wordlessly with his first ejaculation of his new life. The machine paused briefly, then went to work again.


Diego and Scott had been taken to the general population room, where they had been strapped to much simpler devices. They were already moaning at the multitool-dildos that were pounding their asses, in and out, in and out. Workers came down the line of new bulls, each with a task. One worker wordlessly forced each of the bulls' mouths open, inserting what looked like a much simpler dildo into each of their mouths. One, a goth looking blond boy, tried to refuse, gagging and rearing back. “It's a feeding tube, bitch,” the worker said annoyedly. “If you don't take it, you won't get to eat.” He shoved the dildo into the boy's mouth, with a bit more force, then attached it with straps that went around the back of the boy's head. “Good boy,” the worker said, ignoring the gargly protests coming from the cumcow. He came to Scott next, who by this point was resigned to his fate and actually quite enjoying the ass-fucking he was getting. “Not too hard, please,” Scott said, opening his mouth wide as he had done for so many cocks on orgy nights back on the farm. (There hadn't been a man in town Scott hadn't sucked off at least once.) The worker chuckled, and gently forced the feeding dildo down Scott's throat and strapped it on. He moved on to Diego and did the same.

The next worker came along to attach the milking sleeves, activating the prostate stimulators in the multi-tools as he did so. None of the bulls protested this worker's action, but all began screaming past their feeding tubes as the dildos in their ass forced a cumshot to shoot from their now encased cocks into the machine.
“The first one is always roughest,” the worker said, patting them on their heads.
By the time Scott and Diego got to the roughest climaxes they had ever felt – who knew pleasure could be so painful and pain so pleasurable? – the general population of the room was grunting and moaning and cumming into their milking devices, a steady stream of semen flowing down the tubes and into the tanks at the end of the room.


“Where are we going?” mumbled Logan, as the handlers finally led him from the waiting room. He had been alone in the room for sometime, and as the injections had begun to take effect without a mechanism to release them, had been jacking off, cumming every thirty seconds or so.
“You didn't make the grade,” one of the workers said grimly. “Your semen is too poor to be usuable.”

“So, what, I leave now?” Logan asked.

“In a sense,” the worker responded. “You know what we do with bulls who aren't producing any longer, right?”

Logan's eyes widened. “No! You can't do that right when I've just arrived! It's not right!”

“Not right when you've just arrived. We're going to milk you dry first, although there won't be much point besides endorphin build-up.”

“No... but, I... no” Logan began to stutter, then overpowered one of the workers and ran down the hall.

“Shit.” the other worker said. He grabbed a phone on the wall and dialled. “We've got a instant pig making a break for it in corridor four, someone get a baseball bat or something.”


Damon was shrieking in pleasure and pain. His balls were engorged to the size of grapefruits. His cock had grown to about five times its previous size, and he could feel the skin on his arms and legs tightening with the amount of muscle that was growing there. He didn't know how long he had been there, and honestly was not aware of much, except that his orgasms felt off somehow.

A lab worker was taking notes on a clipboard.

Subject 3341205 “Damon”, Experimental Serum 405.

Day 5
Penis and balls show signs of massive enlargement, muscles have bulked faster than we have recorded before. Subject appears to experience orgasms in such rapidfire sequence as to make the end of one indistinguishable from the beginning of the next. This has been the most promising serum yet, but, unfortunately, it has a flaw that renders it useless – the subject's balls have ceased producing semen for three days. Subject 3341205 to be terminated.


Logan awoke, dangling upside down. His legs were spread apart, and he was being held up by his ankles. His hands were tied. He looked to his right and saw that he was in a row of similarly bound men, although all of them looked very worn out, and most seemed to be around 40 years old. He realized that they were bulls whose virility had been totally drained by the factory. He looked to his left, and was surprised to see what looked like Damon, if Damon had been on steroids and muscle enhancers for several years, bucking back and forth as if cumming while his unbelievably huge cock slapped against his chest with each orgasmic seizure.

Logan realized the row of bulls was moving, and realized with a sinking feeling that this was the part of the factory where longpork came from. A metal clamp seized Damon's neck, and another seized Logan's. There was a whirring, and almost immediately after, Damon began to scream. Blood sprayed downward, and Logan saw that a buzzsaw was slicing Damon in half vertically. The clamp around Damon's neck was mercifully the guide for a much sharper blade, which sliced off Damon's head with a sudden swift ker-chunk .. thud. (Logan couldn't see it, but the heads were dropped onto another conveyor below to go to be sorted, some rendered as headcheese, others stuffed and mounted.) The buzzsaw finished slicing the still slightly shuddering body in half, and the gloved hands of workers guided the two halves into the next part of the butchering process. The assembly line moved forward, and Logan felt shock, followed by agony as his brawny, meaty body was sliced in half, then, suddenly, a dull sensation at his neck, followed by the feeling of falling, and then, freedom.

He was suddenly standing on the outer edge of the slaughterhouse, next to Damon, watching as their former bodies were cut up – bellies sliced off for bacon, arms cut from halved torsos being deftly chopped into steaks by butchers, asses reduced to hams, midsections cleaned for spare ribs. Damon looked at Logan, Logan looked at Damon, and, realizing they were both translucent, they left the room where their former bodies were being rendered into food, and did not return.


Number Of Men Suddenly Unable to Stop Cumming – Most Volunteer for Milking Factory

A miscalculation on the part of the staff at the local milking factory resulted in a bull subjected to an experimental serum being run through the slaughterhouse as a normal spent bull. 52 men, including local farmer Frank Sanchez, who are known to have accidentally consumed the tainted meat, have now had to volunteer as milking bulls themselves, as the secondhand serum caused their genitals to grow extraordinarily and begin producing a stream of semen nonstop. The men did not comment much on their situation, what with the constant orgasming, although staff at the milking factory seemed quite pleased with this development. “Some of them have even begun lactating from their pecs!” one gleeful factory foreman proclaimed. “With this new development, we could have a massive expansion of our industry.”
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Re: Milking the Meat, a hardvore slaughterhouse story

Postby DaewnD » Thu Apr 30, 2020 2:20 am

Good piece! I'm partial to teens and tweens as prey, but it's nice to see male prey with this kind of milking and slaughter, even if they are a little older than I'd like. I wish there were more pieces like it out there.
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Re: Milking the Meat, a hardvore slaughterhouse story

Postby LucifersChef » Fri May 01, 2020 7:36 am

you should get a gallery. great story
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Re: Milking the Meat, a hardvore slaughterhouse story

Postby naughtychop » Tue Apr 13, 2021 11:30 pm

DaewnD wrote:Good piece! I'm partial to teens and tweens as prey, but it's nice to see male prey with this kind of milking and slaughter, even if they are a little older than I'd like. I wish there were more pieces like it out there.


Thanks for the compliment! I'm thinking of getting a gallery. Don't really go for the younger stuff though. I did when I was a tween and a teen but my characters have kinda aged up with me
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