Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.
Dego strolled along the row of stalls while ringing his handbell, stirring the occupants from their slumber one-by-one. The hot air in the stable smelled of pent-up maleness.
“Rise and shine, cum cows,” exclaimed the wolf. “Morning milking time!”
Much grumbling and moaning was heard from the various creatures, seemingly not enthused about being forced to drain their balls into a heartless machine first thing in the morning. Despite that, their throbbing erections begged to differ, awakened by the Pavlovian chime of the bell.
“I should inform you that the herd’s quota’s been bumped up!” The response to the announcement was a mix of muttered complaints speckled with a quiet celebration or two. “I expect all of you to do your part. We all know what happens to those who don’t meet the quota.” The stable quieted down. Whispers of ‘punishment’ could be heard from some of the creatures.
Near each of the stalls, there was a chrome milking cylinder hanging by a clear tube from the ceiling. The mess of tubes converged in a single junction box that routed their contents to the respective reservoirs.
Dego approached one of the stalls to meet a stout minotaur easily twice his size fitted with a collar around his neck that was anchored by a chain to a stud in the wall behind him, but otherwise unbound. The minotaur leaned against the wooden planks of the stall’s door, exposing his large equine penis like he’d done countless times before. It leaked a steady stream of pre-cum.
“Sleep well, big boy?” asked Dego.
“Not a wink,” grumbled the minotaur.
“Oh? Construction work on the new stable kept you up?”
“It was that bloody gnoll,” he spat, glancing sidelong at a stall in the opposite end of the stable. “Kept everyone up with his damn growling. You really oughta break him in, soon.”
“Last time I checked I gave the orders around here,” Dego reprimanded, wiping a dollop of pre from the male’s cockhead with his fingertip before tasting it. “Superb quality.”
“Whatever you say, boss,” grumbled the minotaur. “Just turn the damn thing on.”
“Not until I hear the magic words, big boy.”
“…Cum and obey,” sighed the minotaur, grumpily.
“Cum and obey. Good cow.” The wolf fitted the milker over the bovine’s shaft and pushed a button, leaving the male to huff and moan in response to the rhythmic strokes.
The next stall was occupied by a dark blue dragonborn comparable in build with the minotaur and similarly leashed to the wall, though with both arms tied behind his back. His head hung low and his eyes were barely open. Nevertheless, his draconian penis begged for attention.
“Gnoll didn’t let you sleep, either?” Dego inquired as he picked up the milker. Startled, the dragonborn stood straight and his eyes shot open.
“No, sir!”
“Did he growl all night?”
“Yes, sir!”
Dego frowned. It wasn’t unlike the new arrivals to take a while to break but most of the livestock accepted their place in the herd after a few days. He needed to take care of that rowdy gnoll sooner rather than later.
“Uhm… May I ask a question, sir?“ stammered the dragonborn as the wolf finished placing the milker on his length.
“You may.”
“W-When can I have my arms free again?”
“When you learn to stop wasting your seed,” Dego sternly replied before activating the creature’s milker. “You have a duty to preserve your species and an obligation to your herd. Masturbating outside of the milker is not allowed, as you are well aware. Understood?”
“Y-Yes, sir! Sorry, sir!”
“Good cow.”
He stepped in front of the next stall which housed a beastly version of himself. A werewolf covered head to toe in jet black fur. As soon as he spotted Dego, the creature hung itself over the stall’s door and humped the air furiously, swinging his swollen red rocket wildly.
“Cum and obey! Cum and obey!” he barked, tail wagging at mach speeds.
“Always eager to do your duty to the herd, aintcha boy? A prime example of a good cow, as always.” laughed Dego, petting the creature between his ears. It was clear from the werewolf’s expression that behind his yellow eyes was nothing more than the burning will to be milked dry and contribute to the herd’s quota. Even as the milker was activated, he kept humping it, whining and moaning in response to its forced pleasure.
After taking care of the remaining livestock, Dego approached the last stall in the stable, holding its latest acquisition. The gnoll’s build was rather average for his species, which is to say he still beat Dego in both height and muscle. The creature had golden-yellow fur with brown spots all over. He sat with his arms tied behind his back and legs spread open, tied to the legs of the bench. The chain tethering his collar to the wall was quite short, forcing him to sit up straight. He looked tired and somewhat submissive. For Dego’s safety, the creature was muzzled as well as wearing a plastic helmet with a semi-transparent visor of sorts. It displayed a complicated moving pattern in front of the gnoll’s eyes, occasionally broken by a message in big bold letters.
“A week with the hypno-visor isn’t enough to break you?” said the wolf as he moved to place the milker on the gnoll’s erect penis. With a fierce new wave of energy, the exhausted creature shook and buckled, nearly knocking over the bench he was sitting on. Dego had no choice but to step back. How the gnoll still had so much defiance was beyond him. He had no choice but to resort to drastic measures. “We’ve got ways of breaking in rowdy cum cows, boy. Take it from your werewolf herdmate. He was as bad as you when we got him. Now, well… I’d be surprised if there’s anything other than wanting to be milked dry up in that noggin of his.” He drew a remote from his pocket and pressed a button. Immediately, the hypno-visor went opaque. The device administered a low-current electric shock behind the gnoll’s head, momentarily stunning him. Dego took the chance to quickly fit the milker over his cock.
Both the milker and the hypno-visor started working simultaneously and in tandem, as part of the same breaking program. A routine designed specifically to break-in defiant cum-cows. The milker worked slowly and steadily, clearly not to bring the creature to orgasm right away but instead to slowly build up pleasure. (The other cum cows had no need for this feature, their milkers started at full throttle as pleasure was not a necessity for them, merely that they give up their seed.) The gnoll tensed up and tried to close his legs in response to the forced pleasure. The visor showed a swirling pattern composed of deep blues and sickening yellows. Oppressive letters broke the pattern for split seconds at a time, forming the message “cum and obey”. The ultimate goal of any good cum cow.
Dego noticed the creature’s flustered cheeks. That paired with the erectile response to his handbell earlier indicated that the weeklong treatment since his arrival had had at least some effect. Not to mention he had been milked before, altough with much resistance and a significantly lower yield than his peers.
The milker’s strokes accelerated and so did the gnoll’s breathing. The helmet’s earbuds whispered something to the creature’s ears. Dego couldn’t hear it but he was familiar with the messages:
Good cum cows are submissive.
Cum and obey.
Good cum cows are part of the herd.
Cum and obey.
Good cum cows cum for the herd.
Cum and obey.
Over and over again, overlaid with chiming from a bell. Those messages would instill in the gnoll the basic principles by which the rest of his life would be dictated. Dego had no small part in designing the program. His expertise on the subject matter was invaluable in fine-tuning the hypnosis sequence. Every word, every pause, every slight change in intonation was crucial if these messages were to worm their way into a creature’s brain and mark themselves as indisputable truth. Of course it didn’t hurt to lace them with mind-numbing pleasure. The kind of pleasure only an expertly crafted milker could provide. The kind of pleasure currently forced upon the gnoll.
Thighs and abdomen tensed up. Fingers and toes curled. Fast breathing. The tell-tale signs of an incoming orgasm were all apparent in the gnoll. The wolf watched with sadistic glee as the milker halted as it sensed the oncoming ejaculation. The creature let out a pathetic whine and tried to hump the device to no avail. The audio messages had changed, and Dego also knew what these new whispers said:
Bad cum cows get edged.
Punishment.
Bad cum cows don’t get to cum.
Punishment.
Bad cum cows are not part of the herd.
Punishment
Rinse and repeat, as many times as necessary, to insanity if needed. It had happened before and would happen again and the resulting cum cows were productive regardless. What good was a mind to a creature whose only purpose was to cum and obey?
The gnoll kept whining, moaning and thrusting emptily in a futile attempt to shoot his pent-up load, forced to hear the messages and the sound of the bell.
“See what happens if you’re bad?” said Dego, knowing that the earbuds let enough sound in from the outside for his reprimands to be heard. “We’ll keep this up as long as we have to until you’re a well behaved member of the herd. No room for a bad cum cow around here.” Dego grinned as the gnoll shuddered reflexively when he said the words ‘bad cum cow’. Evidently, the hypnotic suggestions were starting to take effect.
When the creature’s struggles died down, the cycle started anew. The milker pleasured the gnoll while the visor and earbuds made him learn to be a cum cow before denying him relief and letting him know what happens to a bad cum cow. Again and again and again…
That morning’s quota was nearly met when Dego decided it was time to test the effects of the treatment. By then, the gnoll was a bawling, drooling mess. He looked utterly broken, stripped of any and all defiance. Cheeks flustered and streaked with tears. The milker was still going on his undoubtedly sore cock. He didn’t dare to make a sound when his muzzle was removed.
“What are you?” asked Dego.
A hoarse, weak voice whistled past the gnoll’s lips. “Cum cow…”
“And what does a cum cow do?”
“Cum and obey…”
“And what happens to bad cum cows?”
“Punishment…”
“Good boy! Good cum cow!”
For the first time, the gnoll smiled. A broad, thoughtless smile spurred on by pure psychological association. An empty smile. A broken smile.
Dego disabled the hypno-visor, returning its transparency and making visible the reddened, strained eyes of the creature who wore it.
“There’s still one thing you have to do before you’re part of the herd.” he said as he pulled a hanging tube that ended in a phallic-shaped rubber bit and guided it to the gnoll’s lips. “Open wide.” The gnoll instantly obeyed the order and Dego placed the rubber cock inside his maw. “Now bite down.” And so he did. “Being part of the herd means contributing to something greater than yourself, a unified goal that needs everyone’s cooperation to be met.” He took out a different remote and pressed a button on it.
All at once, every milker currently attached to a penis went into overdrive. Howls, barks, moos, caws and roars all intermingled as the various males squirmed and writhed against the intense pleasure that enveloped their oversensitive cocks. The minotaur, the dragonborn, the werewolf and every other cum cow all gave up their loads simultaneously in a loud cacophony of pleasured noises. The resulting ejaculations were routed through the stable’s tubes into the junction box which mixed them into a seminal cocktail that was pushed through a single tube. The tube that was currently inserted into the gnoll’s mouth. Before the herd’s collective nut was injected straight into the broken creature’s throat, Dego issued a single, final command.
“Swallow.”
The gnoll had a hard time taking in the avalanche of cum that crashed inside his maw and made its way down his esophagus, but he did it anyway. Meanwhile, the other males’ milkers had returned to their normal speed. Dego removed the tube from the creature’s mouth and not a drop of the herd’s cum was spilled. The gnoll swallowed it all. Dego grinned.
“Congratulations, boy. You’re part of the herd.”
The creature’s milker sped up, mercifully taking him beyond the edge of orgasmic release and collecting the enormous resulting load. It didn’t stop, of course. After all, his milking had only just begun and he had a sizable quota to meet. Him and his herd. Still, he didn’t resist as the morals of a good cum cow had seared themselves into his very being.
Dego watched the broken creature happily give up its seed to the merciless milker with glee. Another cow had joined the herd that day. He left the stall and strolled along the rows of milked males, ringing his handbell.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling.