The Milk Stud
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Adult ++
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The Milk Stud
Author: Unforgiven
Beta: None (And not likely to get one. I post way too spontaneously to torture anyone with my mood swings)
Warnings: Main character is 17 cycles, which is the age of maturity on Zoron. There is interspecies smexiness in this story,slavery, and of course what the Zorn think of as milk. This is a far cry from what I usually write, but what can I say sometimes the muse goes off the deep end and when he resurfaces who knows what he'll bring to the table.
Length: I'm estimating a couple chapters. It depends on the muse and what the readers want.
SECOND WARNING:
If the thought of jizz makes you gag, do not continue to read. I'm serious folks. The title was no coincidence. If not, please proceed with caution.Enjoy!
The Milk Stud
Planet Zoron
A lot of parents found themselves one son short the year the Zorns built a huge factory in quadrant 6. I remember that it was also the year my best friend Troy went missing. I tried to ask his parents what had happened but no one would answer me. Troy’s mom was too devastated to talk, and his dad was no where to be found.
You see, we live on planet Zoron. The second and third generation of humans moved here after The Great War when planet Earth was destroyed. The Zorn saw us as lesser beings, practically animals. We have few rights on Zoron, but there is little we can do to elevate ourselves to a higher status. Humans are puny compared to the Zorns who stand at least seven feet tall at their shortest. The average Zorn weighs about two hundred eighty pounds and only eight percent of that is fat.
Zorns are immensely strong and skillful at almost everything. Their intelligent design can be seen in their history. NEVER has Zoron submitted to another planet. They are the only undefeated planet in the solar system as far as we know. It was their protection that humans sought the most when Earth was reduced to a charred rock. In return, for offering us refuge and letting us live largely as we saw fit, the Zorns demanded our obedience above all else. Which meant we could politic and appoint leaders all we liked. In the end everyone knew who was ultimately in charge.
I was born on Zoron and I had just reached my fifteenth cycle when a dramatic change started to take place. Boys my age and older started to disappear from their homes. If you got a golden envelope from a Zorn messenger it wasn’t long before they sent a havac to pick you up. Where you went no one was exactly sure, but we all suspected the big factory in quadrant 6. I think everyone feared that factory because we had no idea what was going on inside. To our knowledge the Zorn were vegetarians. We all were forced to eat vegetables and fruits. We took supplements to make up for our lack of dairy and protein.
I had been taking supplements all my life, first through my bottle as an infant (mothers weren’t even allowed to breastfeed on Zoron) and then everyday by mouth since I was old enough to swallow a pill. The supplements were something more than just nutrients. We all knew that, because the changes in our bodies were hard to miss. No boy or girl born on Zoron had body hair anywhere except for on their heads. The planet was mildly warm at its coolest temperature. Body hair was a hindrance. The supplements we took ensured none of us got any hair where we weren’t supposed to, and none of the boys or girls ever reached their potential in growth. The tallest male I’d ever seen was only five foot nine and he’d been carted off by the Zorn for his abnormality. I was five foot four when I turned fifteen and had no hope of growing any bigger. I weighed one hundred and twenty five pounds and my skin was smooth and bare as a baby bottom. I had done all the changing there would ever be. Even my voice hadn’t deepened to its potential. There was another side effect as well, one I didn’t learn until the age of majority. While the Zorn had stunted our growth and maturity to a certain extent they’d somehow managed to stimulate our semen production. I had no idea when I’d woken up one early morning with a tender sac and a fierce need to pee, that it was just the beginning of a daily routine that would last a lifetime.
It was my father that sat me down and explained that the supplements increased our cum output and he showed me that I had to jerk off at least three times a day in what they called the milking bucket. I was horrified when I discovered what they did with these buckets. They poured the contents into a canteen and set them outside. A Zorn came by at the end of each day to pick them up. If a house with a living male did not produce, the Zorn would often come down from his havac and go into their house. I had noticed this Zorn as a child, but I had always thought he was there to keep the peace. Mom and Dad had been careful to hide the bucket from me, but once I reached majority I had no choice but to be told.
I’d barely reached my seventeenth year when Troy disappeared. Little did I know I was about to find out where he went, because I was going too.
***
I had just come home from work. I worked the early shift at one of the dozens of greenhouses that dotted our small town. I came home to find my mother at the kitchen table crying. In her hand was a golden envelope. When I asked her what was the matter she handed it to me. There were only two lines.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cardell,
Colin Hansen Cardell has been summoned.
Summoned where? Summoned by who? Mom was too upset to explain and when Dad got home he was upset too. He was the one who helped me pack, and he calmed my fears when I begged him not to let me go. “Remember to do as you’re told Colin,” Dad said, and he stood by and did nothing when the Zorn came by with his havac and took me away.
***
What I saw in the factory horrified me and yet perversely aroused me, which I’m sure is what they intended. There were young men there. Young men by the dozens, lined up and wearing nothing more than collars with numbers on them. I was unceremoniously stripped, hosed down with warm water, then air dried before I was given my own collar and pointed to the back of the line. All my attempts to ask questions were ignored.
All the naked boys in line looked straight ahead; all of them scared half to death to say a word. All of them except me of course. “Where are we going?” I asked, as I slowly followed the line as it shuffled forward at a snails pace.
The boy in front of me had fairer skin than my bronze color. His hair was like wheat compared to my dark locks. I remember his eyes were impossibly big when he looked back at me. “Shush, do you want to get us in trouble?!” he hissed.
I looked around, noticing the Zorns in their regal uniforms, marching back and forth with clipboards in hand. I had no idea what they were doing but every now and then they’d approach a human, tilt up his chin and look into his eyes, then jot something down.
The blond boy in front of me said nothing for a long while, but he must have been thinking of my question and took pity on me. When the coast was clear he whispered. “We’re going to the milking stalls.”
“The what?” By now there were several others behind me and they all leaned forward to hear what the blond was saying. “We’re going to the milking stalls. There you will meet the master’s and they get to sample. If they like what you are offering you might be lucky enough to get sold.”
“Samples?!” But I got no more out of him. A Zorn was glaring at the two of us, and I snapped my mouth shut and quickly put on my best behavior. I had no idea how Zorns punished. As I said, we lived apart from them. We had our own rules and values aside from being forced to take the supplements and ‘offer’ at the age of majority. I had no wish to find out what a disobedient human warranted. Besides, I soon found out what the stalls were for.
Boys were being lead into individual stalls with a gate. And if they didn’t already have a hard on a Zorn would reach down and fondle their genitals. It took very little to make them hard. Then they were instructed to slip their cock into a sleeve. The sleeve was attached to the side of the stall and the minute their cock went into the sleeve the boys would start moaning and bucking, grinding their pelvises into the padding protecting their groin from the hard wall. I watched as a tube coming from the end of one sleeve turned milky white and begin to suck the liquid down and deposit it into a machine that had a series of lights blinking. Then to my horrified fascination a Zorn guard would reach into the machine, pull out a cup of the white stuff, and hand it to one of the pristinely dressed Zorn in line. I could tell the Zorn were the elite. Their fine clothing were in shades of burgundy and royal blue; colors the poor were never allowed to wear.
The Zorn who had been handed the cup sipped from it. I could see his wide mouth spread into a grin and his tongue came out to lick his lower lip. He’d evidently liked what he’d tasted. Zorns resembled a crossbreeding of lizard and a man. They walk on two legs, dress in clothes, but they have no hair—only a dark fringe of spikes on their heads. Their skin is as tough as leather but from what I’d heard not rough or dry. They take great care to oil their skin daily. Heat on Zoron could be brutal. Cracked skin was never a good thing. Zorns were not ugly, probably because their face so much resembled a human’s more than pure reptiles, but they weren’t the prettiest things either. I think it was something about their wide mouths and gleaming teeth. It reminded you of just how much a predator they were.
The boy who had just been milked was now let loose from his stall. His collar number was recorded and a blanket was draped over his trembling frame and then he was lead away—presumably to be purchased by his new Master.
The word set like a heavy stone deep in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to go through with this. I didn’t understand why we were being milked or why the Zorns were drinking it, let alone why we were being led away. But the line continued to move and I had no choice but to follow.
I listened to the commotion going around me, boys moaning and groaning and sometimes crying out as the sleeve pumped the seed from their loins. I could hear the machines groaning and hissing as they let off steam and did a series of things at once. I could hear the Zorns speaking to the potential buyers that stood downstairs from the stalls, pointing at those of us waiting on the grated bridge for our chance at the stall.
I looked down and saw one Zorn staring at me so intently that I flushed. I knew then that he would ask for me. He was a big Zorn, perhaps bigger than any of the others. He had to be pushing seven and a half feet, with mountains for shoulders. He didn’t smile at me. I think he knew it would have scared me, but he didn’t stop watching. I could see how much he wanted me in those dark eyes of his. I shuddered.
A Zorn guard prodded me forward. He didn’t speak to me. I couldn’t understand the language and the Zorns were very effective getting across their wants through gestures and intimidation. As I was tugged from the line prematurely, I noticed that the Zorn that had been watching me intently was on the move. Evidently someone had pointed me out other than him. I nearly tripped over my own feet trying to watch where he was headed while being dragged towards a stall by the Zorn guard.
In the end I was pushed inside the stall and the Zorn reached down and palmed my cock. His hand was surprisingly gentle, the pads of his fingers were rough but the palm was smooth. He brought me erect within seconds. I had no idea that his handling would turn me on so. Then he pointed to the sleeve and I cautiously approached it. He grunted, an indication that he wished me to hurry. I flushed, scared and excited at the same time. I knew I had to do it and I’d rather do it under my own power. So, I stuck my cock into the sleeve, and immediately fierce suction gripped me.
I cried out, already feeling the massaging sleeve stimulating my flow. I came so hard and fast I didn’t have time to cry and yet the flow of cum would not stop. I started grinding into the sleeve like I’d seen so many other boys do. I had my eyes closed, my lower lip caught between my teeth. My hands found purchase on the bar that went around the milking stall just above the sleeve and I held on tight, moaning as I was milked. It felt…wonderful.
Then there was commotion in my stall that had my eyes flying open and looking up… up… and up some more at the giant Zorn standing in my stall. The other Zorn made distressed hand signals and he grunted and growled to the big Zorn who paid him no attention.
For my part I couldn’t say anything. I felt frozen, scared, and excited at the same time. The big Zorn reached over and pulled the sleeve back from my cock. I know I moaned at the loss of the milking ducts but then my eyes were flaring as the big Zorn knelt. It was clear what he wanted as his eyes zeroed in on my crotch. He wanted a drink from the source.
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Oh, my poor, sweet Colin. This boy has no idea what he's in for.
Beta: None (And not likely to get one. I post way too spontaneously to torture anyone with my mood swings)
Warnings: Main character is 17 cycles, which is the age of maturity on Zoron. There is interspecies smexiness in this story,slavery, and of course what the Zorn think of as milk. This is a far cry from what I usually write, but what can I say sometimes the muse goes off the deep end and when he resurfaces who knows what he'll bring to the table.
Length: I'm estimating a couple chapters. It depends on the muse and what the readers want.
SECOND WARNING:
If the thought of jizz makes you gag, do not continue to read. I'm serious folks. The title was no coincidence. If not, please proceed with caution.Enjoy!
Planet Zoron
A lot of parents found themselves one son short the year the Zorns built a huge factory in quadrant 6. I remember that it was also the year my best friend Troy went missing. I tried to ask his parents what had happened but no one would answer me. Troy’s mom was too devastated to talk, and his dad was no where to be found.
You see, we live on planet Zoron. The second and third generation of humans moved here after The Great War when planet Earth was destroyed. The Zorn saw us as lesser beings, practically animals. We have few rights on Zoron, but there is little we can do to elevate ourselves to a higher status. Humans are puny compared to the Zorns who stand at least seven feet tall at their shortest. The average Zorn weighs about two hundred eighty pounds and only eight percent of that is fat.
Zorns are immensely strong and skillful at almost everything. Their intelligent design can be seen in their history. NEVER has Zoron submitted to another planet. They are the only undefeated planet in the solar system as far as we know. It was their protection that humans sought the most when Earth was reduced to a charred rock. In return, for offering us refuge and letting us live largely as we saw fit, the Zorns demanded our obedience above all else. Which meant we could politic and appoint leaders all we liked. In the end everyone knew who was ultimately in charge.
I was born on Zoron and I had just reached my fifteenth cycle when a dramatic change started to take place. Boys my age and older started to disappear from their homes. If you got a golden envelope from a Zorn messenger it wasn’t long before they sent a havac to pick you up. Where you went no one was exactly sure, but we all suspected the big factory in quadrant 6. I think everyone feared that factory because we had no idea what was going on inside. To our knowledge the Zorn were vegetarians. We all were forced to eat vegetables and fruits. We took supplements to make up for our lack of dairy and protein.
I had been taking supplements all my life, first through my bottle as an infant (mothers weren’t even allowed to breastfeed on Zoron) and then everyday by mouth since I was old enough to swallow a pill. The supplements were something more than just nutrients. We all knew that, because the changes in our bodies were hard to miss. No boy or girl born on Zoron had body hair anywhere except for on their heads. The planet was mildly warm at its coolest temperature. Body hair was a hindrance. The supplements we took ensured none of us got any hair where we weren’t supposed to, and none of the boys or girls ever reached their potential in growth. The tallest male I’d ever seen was only five foot nine and he’d been carted off by the Zorn for his abnormality. I was five foot four when I turned fifteen and had no hope of growing any bigger. I weighed one hundred and twenty five pounds and my skin was smooth and bare as a baby bottom. I had done all the changing there would ever be. Even my voice hadn’t deepened to its potential. There was another side effect as well, one I didn’t learn until the age of majority. While the Zorn had stunted our growth and maturity to a certain extent they’d somehow managed to stimulate our semen production. I had no idea when I’d woken up one early morning with a tender sac and a fierce need to pee, that it was just the beginning of a daily routine that would last a lifetime.
It was my father that sat me down and explained that the supplements increased our cum output and he showed me that I had to jerk off at least three times a day in what they called the milking bucket. I was horrified when I discovered what they did with these buckets. They poured the contents into a canteen and set them outside. A Zorn came by at the end of each day to pick them up. If a house with a living male did not produce, the Zorn would often come down from his havac and go into their house. I had noticed this Zorn as a child, but I had always thought he was there to keep the peace. Mom and Dad had been careful to hide the bucket from me, but once I reached majority I had no choice but to be told.
I’d barely reached my seventeenth year when Troy disappeared. Little did I know I was about to find out where he went, because I was going too.
***
I had just come home from work. I worked the early shift at one of the dozens of greenhouses that dotted our small town. I came home to find my mother at the kitchen table crying. In her hand was a golden envelope. When I asked her what was the matter she handed it to me. There were only two lines.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Cardell,
Colin Hansen Cardell has been summoned.
Summoned where? Summoned by who? Mom was too upset to explain and when Dad got home he was upset too. He was the one who helped me pack, and he calmed my fears when I begged him not to let me go. “Remember to do as you’re told Colin,” Dad said, and he stood by and did nothing when the Zorn came by with his havac and took me away.
***
What I saw in the factory horrified me and yet perversely aroused me, which I’m sure is what they intended. There were young men there. Young men by the dozens, lined up and wearing nothing more than collars with numbers on them. I was unceremoniously stripped, hosed down with warm water, then air dried before I was given my own collar and pointed to the back of the line. All my attempts to ask questions were ignored.
All the naked boys in line looked straight ahead; all of them scared half to death to say a word. All of them except me of course. “Where are we going?” I asked, as I slowly followed the line as it shuffled forward at a snails pace.
The boy in front of me had fairer skin than my bronze color. His hair was like wheat compared to my dark locks. I remember his eyes were impossibly big when he looked back at me. “Shush, do you want to get us in trouble?!” he hissed.
I looked around, noticing the Zorns in their regal uniforms, marching back and forth with clipboards in hand. I had no idea what they were doing but every now and then they’d approach a human, tilt up his chin and look into his eyes, then jot something down.
The blond boy in front of me said nothing for a long while, but he must have been thinking of my question and took pity on me. When the coast was clear he whispered. “We’re going to the milking stalls.”
“The what?” By now there were several others behind me and they all leaned forward to hear what the blond was saying. “We’re going to the milking stalls. There you will meet the master’s and they get to sample. If they like what you are offering you might be lucky enough to get sold.”
“Samples?!” But I got no more out of him. A Zorn was glaring at the two of us, and I snapped my mouth shut and quickly put on my best behavior. I had no idea how Zorns punished. As I said, we lived apart from them. We had our own rules and values aside from being forced to take the supplements and ‘offer’ at the age of majority. I had no wish to find out what a disobedient human warranted. Besides, I soon found out what the stalls were for.
Boys were being lead into individual stalls with a gate. And if they didn’t already have a hard on a Zorn would reach down and fondle their genitals. It took very little to make them hard. Then they were instructed to slip their cock into a sleeve. The sleeve was attached to the side of the stall and the minute their cock went into the sleeve the boys would start moaning and bucking, grinding their pelvises into the padding protecting their groin from the hard wall. I watched as a tube coming from the end of one sleeve turned milky white and begin to suck the liquid down and deposit it into a machine that had a series of lights blinking. Then to my horrified fascination a Zorn guard would reach into the machine, pull out a cup of the white stuff, and hand it to one of the pristinely dressed Zorn in line. I could tell the Zorn were the elite. Their fine clothing were in shades of burgundy and royal blue; colors the poor were never allowed to wear.
The Zorn who had been handed the cup sipped from it. I could see his wide mouth spread into a grin and his tongue came out to lick his lower lip. He’d evidently liked what he’d tasted. Zorns resembled a crossbreeding of lizard and a man. They walk on two legs, dress in clothes, but they have no hair—only a dark fringe of spikes on their heads. Their skin is as tough as leather but from what I’d heard not rough or dry. They take great care to oil their skin daily. Heat on Zoron could be brutal. Cracked skin was never a good thing. Zorns were not ugly, probably because their face so much resembled a human’s more than pure reptiles, but they weren’t the prettiest things either. I think it was something about their wide mouths and gleaming teeth. It reminded you of just how much a predator they were.
The boy who had just been milked was now let loose from his stall. His collar number was recorded and a blanket was draped over his trembling frame and then he was lead away—presumably to be purchased by his new Master.
The word set like a heavy stone deep in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t want to go through with this. I didn’t understand why we were being milked or why the Zorns were drinking it, let alone why we were being led away. But the line continued to move and I had no choice but to follow.
I listened to the commotion going around me, boys moaning and groaning and sometimes crying out as the sleeve pumped the seed from their loins. I could hear the machines groaning and hissing as they let off steam and did a series of things at once. I could hear the Zorns speaking to the potential buyers that stood downstairs from the stalls, pointing at those of us waiting on the grated bridge for our chance at the stall.
I looked down and saw one Zorn staring at me so intently that I flushed. I knew then that he would ask for me. He was a big Zorn, perhaps bigger than any of the others. He had to be pushing seven and a half feet, with mountains for shoulders. He didn’t smile at me. I think he knew it would have scared me, but he didn’t stop watching. I could see how much he wanted me in those dark eyes of his. I shuddered.
A Zorn guard prodded me forward. He didn’t speak to me. I couldn’t understand the language and the Zorns were very effective getting across their wants through gestures and intimidation. As I was tugged from the line prematurely, I noticed that the Zorn that had been watching me intently was on the move. Evidently someone had pointed me out other than him. I nearly tripped over my own feet trying to watch where he was headed while being dragged towards a stall by the Zorn guard.
In the end I was pushed inside the stall and the Zorn reached down and palmed my cock. His hand was surprisingly gentle, the pads of his fingers were rough but the palm was smooth. He brought me erect within seconds. I had no idea that his handling would turn me on so. Then he pointed to the sleeve and I cautiously approached it. He grunted, an indication that he wished me to hurry. I flushed, scared and excited at the same time. I knew I had to do it and I’d rather do it under my own power. So, I stuck my cock into the sleeve, and immediately fierce suction gripped me.
I cried out, already feeling the massaging sleeve stimulating my flow. I came so hard and fast I didn’t have time to cry and yet the flow of cum would not stop. I started grinding into the sleeve like I’d seen so many other boys do. I had my eyes closed, my lower lip caught between my teeth. My hands found purchase on the bar that went around the milking stall just above the sleeve and I held on tight, moaning as I was milked. It felt…wonderful.
Then there was commotion in my stall that had my eyes flying open and looking up… up… and up some more at the giant Zorn standing in my stall. The other Zorn made distressed hand signals and he grunted and growled to the big Zorn who paid him no attention.
For my part I couldn’t say anything. I felt frozen, scared, and excited at the same time. The big Zorn reached over and pulled the sleeve back from my cock. I know I moaned at the loss of the milking ducts but then my eyes were flaring as the big Zorn knelt. It was clear what he wanted as his eyes zeroed in on my crotch. He wanted a drink from the source.
___________________________________________________________________
Oh, my poor, sweet Colin. This boy has no idea what he's in for.