All Hat, No Cattle (part 6)

During which the nature of his captors' cash crop becomes apparent.

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"Thank god.. I'm starving," Larry mumbled over his shoulder to the
tough young woman muscling him along.  "Shut up," she replied, 
"feeding comes later.  First you get milked."  Then she grabbed him
by the hair with her left hand and by the groin-halter with her 
right and bent him nearly double in one powerful stroke. She placed
two fingers against the rivetted terminus of his rectal insert and
pushed.  Larry gasped and tried to straighten his weakened body but
the girl had by this time clamped a steel collar around his neck and
was about to pinion his arms behind him.  For this, she used the
tether attached to the ring below his anus, wrapping it several times
around his biceps just above the elbows.  "Now," she said, "time for
you to produce.  Be a good boy and cum real quick for Mommy." 

The female wrangler, fully a foot shorter than her captive, blonde
and with heavy, tanned breasts, abruptly yanked his swollen penis
in the direction of what he had imagined were feeding troughs.  
Instead, he realized he was about to be forced to ejaculate, his
erection clamped along with his scrotum above a moving conveyor
belt carrying row upon row of large glass test tubes.  She snapped
the first enclosure, effectively immobilizing Larry's penis, and
instantly pulled his face down between her soft, slightly freckled
breasts.  With her other hand she began to manipulate his testicles.
Simultaneously, a soft rubber sleeve descended and covered about
half the length of his distended member, vibrating and, it seemed
applying a slight suction.  "C'mon you stupid bull," she whispered,
"shoot."  She increased the pressure on his scrotum while virtually
mashing his lips and nose into her right breast.  In what seemed
like seconds, Larry experienced the longest, most excruciatingly
pleasurable ejaculation of his life.  In six or seven explosive
spurts, he filled tube after tube on the passing belt, his cum 
shooting through a latex tube into one after another. His handler
immediately released his head and his scrotum, reached behind the
latter organ and pressed urgently, forcing the remnants of his
ejaculate out the end of his penis and into the collecting apparatus.
Incredibly, she reached up and slapped his already reddened face
with painful force: "You ever bite me again, I'll give you the
bottle brush".  Muttering, she moved behind him and grabbed a sixteen
year old boy by his harness, hustling him forward to be similarly
evacuated.

(to be continued)