Dego took a deep breath, savoring the deliciously male scent that permeated the air inside the stable with his keen wolf nose. His cum cows kneeled in pairs on the floor, passionately stroking, kissing and frotting against their partners in a ritual not unlike the start of a massive orgy. To say that they were pent up would be an understatement; their last milking had been three days ago before being replaced with group edging sessions.
They were naked and didn’t wear a cock ring, cage or any other chastity device. There was no need for them. Dego made sure that they were all aware of the consequences of an unauthorized orgasm. Should one of them climax, both he and his partner would be severely punished. That threat was enough of a deterrent to keep the livestock nice and obedient.
He paced around the stable – riding crop in hand – supervising the work of his cum cows and encouraging any slackers to pick up the pace. He observed a pair made up of a large werewolf with vacant yellow eyes and a smaller, meek-looking dragonborn. The werewolf’s tail wagged a mile a minute as he humped madly against the dragonborn’s grip, using his own paw to furiously masturbate his partner.
“Cum and obey! Cum and obey!” barked the lycanthrope.
“W-wait! Stop!” The dragonborn held the werewolf’s arm still with all his might, stopping him just short of an accidental orgasm. “I’m close!”
“Cum and obey!” repeated the beast.
“No! No cum! Do you want us to get in trouble?”
The hulking pile of black fur tilted its head to the side, as if trying to make out words in a different language. “No… cum?”
“Yeah, no cum,” sighed the dragonborn. “Didn’t you hear Master, earlier? We’re not allowed to cum until–”
The riding crop whizzed through the air and landed with a smack against the blue scales of the dragonborn’s thigh.
“Ah!!”
“I didn’t say you could stop, boy.”
“S–Sorry, sir!” The draconic creature hurried to keep stroking the werewolf’s pulsating red rocket to the beast’s great satisfaction. In return, the lycanthrope reciprocated the action while sloppily kissing his partner’s lips, leaving him flustered to a degree that should not at all be possible for someone who spends half his waking hours with a milker attached to his dick.
Satisfied, Dego moved on to the next pair.
The muscular minotaur tilted his head back and let out a moan as the gnoll’s tongue caressed the underside of his equine member, coercing a glop of pre to spurt from its engorged glans. With each new lap, the bovine tensed more and more up until the point where his teeth ground and his fists clenched, attempting to hold back what would surely be a mind-shattering orgasm.
“Hng! Stop, stop!” Immediately, the gnoll pulled back, denying the minotaur’s release and leaving him to pant in frustration. “Damn it…” he muttered. “Your turn, now.”
“Grr…” The gnoll growled but allowed the minotaur to embrace him nonetheless. Strong hands ran through the hyena-like creature’s yellow fur sensually before descending towards his genitals and cradling his heavy balls. Another growl – less hostile and hornier this time – and then a pathetic whimper as a strong hand gripped his shaft. His maw hung open as the minotaur brought him nearer to an already dangerously close line he wasn’t allowed to cross only to hold him back at the last microsecond for both their sakes.
“Grr! F–fuck! Ah!” The creature cursed, own hands hovering near his denied cock, fighting the urge to touch it. Dego frowned and prepared to strike him with the crop but stopped himself as the creature pulled his hands away, allowing the impending orgasm to die down just as he had been ordered to do. “Your turn,” the gnoll said to his partner who grumbled in response.
Dego couldn’t help but feel proud of himself for his work on the gnoll. Just a few weeks ago he was by far the unruliest out of all of his livestock but now he behaved like a model cum cow, obediently following orders with nigh a shred of defiance in him.
He would surely fetch a nice sum should Dego decide to sell him at the cattle market later that day. As the thought sprang to mind, the wolf checked his watch.
It was almost time.
The local cattle market was a place for various people in the male milk business to show off and trade or sell the crown jewels of their herds. Some such businesspeople ran special farms or pleasure houses while others like Dego specialized in species conservation efforts. The latter industry required practitioners to keep an eye out for rare or otherwise uncommon specimens whose species are worth preserving and whose semen sells for hefty amounts.
The large, warehouse-like building was well ventilated and naturally lit, ensuring market-goers had a pleasant experience perusing and sampling the various different specimens on offer. It was spacious enough for about a dozen displays of varying dimensions, from menageries of astounding variety to smaller areas where the spotlight shone on a pair or even a single cum cow.
Dego managed to book a small corner area for himself. He brought four males that day: the gnoll, the minotaur, the werewolf and the dragonborn – all of them sitting on benches with their hands tied to a bar hanging up over their heads. Their legs spread apart and tied at the ankles to tall wooden posts, revealing their precious bits – ballsacks freshly tattooed with Dego’s mark and each cum cow’s ID in white ink. Each erect cock was fitted with a vibrating ring that worked in tandem with a discrete anal plug to keep every male on edge without ever pushing them over it. Leather muzzles cinched the gnoll and the werewolf’s snouts shut while the minotaur and the dragonborn were granted the luxury of being left unmuzzled.
After he finished setting up his display, the wolf turned on a green light above his area, signaling to market-goers that they were welcome to come in and sample his collection of horny cum cows. And before long, they did.
The gnoll was especially popular, as Dego expected, and he was lauded with praise for his work in transforming a mating-age male of a species known for its ferocity into a mindless, docile cum cow. Along with the praise came plenty of inquiries about his technique to which he politely refused an answer, citing professional secrecy.
As for the gnoll himself, several of the market-goers decided they wanted to see him climax so the ring and plug came off pretty quickly.
The very first ejaculation was a thing of beauty.
Days of uninterrupted edging and denial broken by the feathered hand of a semi-naked blue jay in a cowboy hat. A white geyser that reached heights taller than the gnoll himself before splashing down and being succeeded by a string of smaller but no less impressive jets until it eventually ceased. It didn’t stop there, of course; once the jay was done, the next person in line repeated the procedure, stroking, fingering and fucking the gnoll to another orgasm… and then another… and another…
Next to the gnoll, the minotaur watched with envy as he was denied the same treatment as his fellow cum cow. For some sadistic reason, the people interested in playing with him decided to deny him at all costs. A toned, shirtless jackal held both his and the minotaur’s dicks in one hand and stroked away until the bound male showed the faintest signs of an imminent orgasm before cruelly letting go of the meat but masturbating himself to completion right then and there, leaving the denied cum cow to watch as he made a spectacle of his own release, complete with overly dramatic moaning.
“Gah! Fuck! Make me cum, goddammit!” The minotaur humped desperately.
“No can do, bull boy,” stated the jackal with a smirk. ”Try the next guy.”
The next guy didn’t let him cum. And neither did the twenty guys after him.
Being unmuzzled might’ve actually been detrimental to the minotaur as some people would choose to edge him just to listen to the mountain of muscle plead pathetically for an orgasm that would not be granted.
The werewolf was enjoying a fair bit of the spotlight himself. Despite being bound and muzzled, a dog was still a dog, and dogs love attention, of which he was getting plenty.
A small but dedicated group was appreciating the broader features of the muscular canine’s body. A lithe deer in a plaid shirt rubbed the werewolf’s belly to feel his toned abdominals while a tall tiger teased the creature’s nipples. Below the waist, two young dalmatians took turns worshiping his genitals and massaging his pillowy paw-pads.
After each one of the beast’s climaxes, the group gently worshiped his body until he was ready to go again. A good time was had by all.
The same could not be said about the dragonborn. A broad-shouldered, fully naked Clydesdale stallion accounted for all the attention given to the timid creature. The horse’s impressive member pounded his ass incessantly.
“Ah! S-slow down, please!” he pleaded – a plea that was not dignified with a response. There was one thing and one thing only on the stallion’s mind: sex.
The dragonborn’s anus spasmed and he shut his eyes, gritting his teeth in preparation for his first release after an intense three days of edging.
“I-I’m gonna– UNF!” The horse grabbed his muzzle shut and pointed it towards his own snout, forcing the dragonborn to make eye contact with him. He huffed, then neighed, then came. Not long after, the dragonborn was pushed over the edge as well.
A male of any other species would’ve stopped there or at least taken a break, but a stallion’s libido was like a bottomless pit. He didn’t stop, and the dragonborn experienced a lengthy prostate milking that lasted the whole afternoon.
All without a single word from the Clydesdale.
While the market-goers entertained (and were entertained by) his livestock, Dego decided take a look around the various offerings, hoping to find a specimen worth purchasing.
The area besides his belonged to a ranch specializing in canine livestock. On display were a well-groomed Golden Retriever, a tall Great Dane and a stocky Bernese. Nothing particularly unique so he moved on. The next area had a focus on felines. There was a tabby, a puma and a cheetah. Unremarkable. Next was reptiles, then bovines, then equines. An iguana, a bull, a horse… Ordinary at best, boring at worst. He sighed. Every year was the same, gems aplenty but no diamonds, and he needed a diamond.
“Have you been to Colton’s? Lucky sonuvabitch got himself a sergal!”
Dego’s ears perked up at the mention of a sergal. Two semi-naked dingos chatted as they walked.
“A sergal? For real?”
“That’s right! Bought him for cheap off some rundown milk farm that’s going under, or so I’ve heard. He’s set up near the visitor entrance, let’s go pay him a visit later.”
Dego practically ran towards the visitor entrance, tail wagging like an overeager pup’s. A sergal. There was no creature rarer among his herd, and none more deserving of being included in his conservation program. He was sure the sergal’s owner would demand a pretty penny for that cum cow, but he was prepared to negotiate. If push came to shove, a bad deal was still better than no deal. Anything for a sergal.
The first thing that jumped out about the creature was his eyes. Golden, contrasting beautifully with his light indigo coat of fur - darker towards the back, arms, legs and top half of his head. He was bound much in the same way as Dego’s own livestock. Arms up, legs spread. Only his fingers, prehensile toes and long tail were tied down as well - possibly to prevent accidental injury. A specially made muzzle clamped his triangular snout shut and a cockring-buttplug combo kept him on edge.
As he approached, the sergal eyed him with a pleading look.
“Hello there, pretty boy,” Dego said, patting the sergal’s outstretched leg. “Why is a prime cum cow like you all alone, hm?” He ran his hand through the creature’s soft fur and felt the muscle definition underneath. A result of daily physical activity, no doubt. He cupped the creature’s hefty balls and found two ‘C’s tattooed in fresh red ink. “No one’s milked you yet, boy?”
The sergal shook its head.
“Do you want me to?”
He nodded frantically.
“Good boy!”
He slid off the vibrating cockring from the sergal’s throbbing meat, causing him to tense up and let out a muffled merp. It was vaguely canine in shape but curvier and slenderer. He wrapped his paw around it and started pumping. The creature closed his eyes and tilted his head back, basking in the stimulation.
Cute, Dego thought. He sped up, intent on bringing the sergal to orgasm as fast as he could. Now let’s see that legendary sergal yield.
The creature tensed up, pulling his arms and legs inwards and against the restraints. A train of increasingly acute moans escaped his muzzled snout. Then he was engulfed in pleasure – visibly so. Muscles spasmed and bonds rattled in a violent reaction expected from an orgasm that broke a long period of cruel edging.
Then why wasn’t there any cum?
It was a real orgasm, Dego was pretty sure of that. Not that he thought the sergal could or would fake an orgasm after being so clearly pent-up. He kept masturbating him post-orgasm in hopes that he could coax out some seed but not a single droplet left the male’s testicles.
He jerked faster, harder, even unplugging the creature’s ass and thrusting his fingers inside to find and stimulate the prostate, by which point the poor sergal struggled and screamed in post-orgasmic sensitivity.
Nothing.
“You ain’t getting anything out of him like that.”
Dego turned around to find a large lion wearing a black cowboy hat, a beige checkered shirt and exactly nothing else. His meat hung limp with its tip glistening wet, betraying a recent fuck or two.
“Colton, I presume?” said Dego, extending his right hand which the lion promptly shook.
“The one and only. This guy catch your eye?”
“How could he not? I’m Lucas Mondego, I run a–”
“Species preservation program,” interrupted Colton. “I know who you are. Folks ‘round here call you Dego. Impressive work on that gnoll, by the way.”
“Thank you! Was a pleasure to break him in and it’s a pleasure to milk him. Speaking of…” He turned back to the sergal. “Why won’t this guy cum?”
The lion sighed, as if bothered by having to explain. “Frankly, I’m not quite sure myself but this rascal only nuts for real when his mate is involved.”
Dego cocked an eyebrow. “Mate? That’s unusual.”
“Yep. Don’t ask me how but that’s how it is. Hold on a second, I’ll go fetch him.”
A moment later, Colton was back with a scrawny sandy-scaled lizard in tow, leashed, muzzled, handcuffed, and chaste. His balls carried the same mark as the sergal’s. He moved about shyly, taking each step only after Colton’s own with his gaze fixed firmly on the floor. His chin lifted up only as the sergal came into view, and the two locked eyes.
“This here is Darwin, our sergal’s mate,” said Colton. “He’s nowhere near cum cow material but we keep him around ‘cause he’s the only one who can make his mate cum.” He scratched the lizard under his chin. “And he makes a good pet.”
Dego eyed the meek lizard from head to toe, scratching his head. “So uh… How does this work? Do you make him fuck the sergal and he cums from that?”
“We could do that, yeah…” The lion smirked. “But there’s another way that’s more… fun. If you’re willing to lend a hand, that is.”
“I’m listening.”
They worked together to tie the sergal and the lizard upright and face-to-face with their dicks pressed against one another’s. A length of rope looped around their waists to ensure the position was maintained. Their arms were pulled up above their heads and tied to a metal bar that hung suspended from the ceiling. Their tails were similarly tied up and out of the way.
“You sure this’ll get him to cum?” Dego said as he was sliding off his pants.
“Yup. All that’s necessary is for the lizard to be involved somehow. Doesn’t have to be him doing the ‘stimulating’, so to say. So which one are you taking?”
Dego didn’t ponder for very long. “The sergal.”
“Heh, ‘course.”
Colton poured a sizeable dollop of lubricant on top of his dick, then handed the bottle to Dego who did the same. They took positions behind their respective males, feline and canine dicks lined with their exposed assholes.
Dego was the first to go in. First went the tip, aided by the lubricant in penetrating the tight entrance. Tight. That was surprising. Somehow Dego had expected the sergal to be looser.
Following the wolf, Colton pushed his own barbed member inside the lizard’s much looser hole, sliding in its full length with ease which prompted Darwin to let out a cute moan that sounded exactly how the lizard looked.
Dego took a gentler approach with the sergal, thrusting slowly and steadily, inserting more of his cock with each new penetration. After all, this sergal could’ve very well been the diamond he was looking for and it wouldn’t do to break a diamond.
Both sergal and lizard looked intensely into one another’s eyes while getting fucked, their throbbing dicks rubbing together, driven by the passionate hip movements of the masters at their backsides. A steady stream of pre-cum emanated from the tip of Darwin’s smaller length like water from a broken faucet. Conversely, the sergal’s member produced no fluids of its own and was thus mostly coated in the lizard’s.
“Still– Hnf! Nothing,” said Dego between grunts of ecstasy.
“Trust me, it’ll work. Fuck him harder!”
And so he did. He gripped the sergal’s hips and sped up, shoving his entire lupine cock sans the knot deep inside the moaning creature. In spite of trying to maintain a semi-professional demeanor, he couldn’t help but let his tongue hang over the side of his mouth in a rather dog-like display of pleasure.
A strong contraction of the sergal’s anal muscles squeezed Dego’s meat unexpectantly and he found himself unable to block a very unprofessional moan. Colton took notice.
“That means he’s close. Keep going!”
He sped up, as did the tiger. Each thrust threatened to insert his swollen knot, at which point Dego would cum. He only hoped the sergal would do the same.
Plap, plap, plap– PLAP!
In went the knot, soon followed by a metric load of pent-up wolf cum straight into the sergal’s ass. Dego shut his eyes and forced himself to keep quiet, lest he produce more embarrassing noises. At the same time, Colton deposited his own load into the lizard who, in turn, sprayed his all over himself and his mate’s belly fur.
Only the sergal hadn’t cum yet, but not for long.
A series of anal contractions violently massaged Dego’s shaft. Seemingly out of nowhere, the sergal pulled hard on his binds, twisting and turning in every direction as hard as the tight restraints allowed. Then, abruptly, it stopped. Out of the male’s quivering cock came a single, long rope of cum that rivaled Dego’s entire climax in quantity. Then came another, and another, and another… When he was finally done, he slumped forward, leaning over his mate while catching his breath.
Dego stared in awe.
“Impressive, huh? Dunno if you know but sergals cum buckets.” The tiger pulled his cock out of the lizard’s dripping ass and wiped it clean with a wet wipe. “Feel free to have a taste.”
After removing himself from the sergal’s ass, Dego took a bit of the creature’s cum in his index finger and popped it into his mouth. His years of experience in the male milking business told him it had the distinct flavor and aroma of rich, high quality seed.
He really was a diamond.
“Tastes like quality,” Dego said, hiding his excitement in preparation for the inevitable negotiation that was soon to follow. After wiping himself clean he contemplated the sergal once more, exhausted and still tied to his mate. He regarded the lion who started back at him with his arms crossed, as if expecting him to say something. “So let’s talk prices. How much do you want for him?”
“Them.”
“Them?”
“Package deal. You ain’t getting one without the other. What use do you have for a cum cow who won’t cum? You need the lizard.”
Dego sighed and looked up in theatrical pensiveness. “Pretty sure I can get him to produce on his own. I have ways.”
“So do I. Tried ‘em all, nothing worked.” The tiger shrugged. ”But hey, it’s your call. Doesn’t mean it’ll be any cheaper. The lizard’s worthless to me without the sergal.”
Right… I bet you didn’t try a couple weeks straight of hypnosis and denial, pussycat, the wolf thought. “So. How much?”
“The gnoll.”
“Can’t do that.” The reply was instantaneous, surprising even Dego himself.
Colton shrugged again. “My best cum cow for your best cum cow. Sounds fair to me.”
He pondered the offer. While the sergal was impressive in every metric, the thought of parting with the gnoll who he spent so long breaking and who earned him so much praise from his peers was unpleasant to a degree that the wolf did not expect. After some deliberation, he spoke.
“How about we let them decide?”
Colton grinned a catty grin. “Oh? What do you have in mind?”
“Think we could get a room around here?”
“Hold on a second.” The tiger pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
The storeroom was on the smaller side but spacious enough to comfortably fit Dego, Colton, the gnoll, the sergal and the lizard. Natural light flooded in through a frosted window and a set of vents mounted near the ceiling kept the air from getting stale.
Both gnoll and sergal sat muzzled on stools with their hands secured behind their backs and their ankles tied together. Milking machines were already attached to their dicks, connected by clear tubes to separate containers. They seemed somewhat confused.
Darwin the lizard was on all fours with a ring gag providing unobstructed access to his mouth.
“So we milk ‘em while we spit roast poor Darwin here, yeah?” Colton asked.
“Yup. I’m keeping whichever one cums the most in, say… half an hour,” Dego replied.
The tiger let out a chuckle. “You’re creative, I’ll give you that. Fine by me!”
They started up the machines and got to work plugging both of the lizard’s ends with their dicks.
As soon as he felt the familiar milker stroke his dick, the gnoll relaxed and slipped into a state of learned helplessness, submitting fully to the machine. His first orgasm came less than thirty seconds after the start of the competition. Impressive but not unexpected from a cum cow of his caliber.
The sergal didn’t fare as well. Even though his machine was set to the same speed and intensity as his competitor’s, he couldn’t cum nearly as fast, simply moaning quietly under his muzzle and spectating the wolf and the tiger fucking the brains out of his boyfriend.
The obedient lizard offered no resistance as he took Dego’s dick up his ass and Colton’s down his throat, limiting himself to letting out his trademark cacophony of twinkish moans and whines.
By the gnoll’s fifth orgasm the sergal’s container was still empty. Dego’s prized cum cow showed no signs of slowing down, making him the clear winner of the competition for the time being. Ten minutes passed since the competition started. He came again. An increase in muffled whimpers and microspasms betrayed the unpleasant effects of post-orgasm sensitivity, but the he powered through like the obedient boy Dego had made him into through an intense regimen of hypnosis-aided mental conditioning.
Fifteen minutes passed… Twenty… Twenty-five.
The gnoll’s container was nearly half-full. An outstanding achievement in such a short amount of time. Doubly so considering how much he came when on display with the rest of Dego’s herd. The physical toll was plain to see. He was covered in tortured sweat, huffing deeply and laboriously through his nose.
Both Dego and Colton had already put a few loads inside the lizard. And although he hadn’t climaxed himself, he showed every sign of being near the edge. The next time he felt the tiger’s barbs scratch his throat and the wolf’s knot pop past his anus, he couldn’t hold it anymore. With a meek imitation of a howl, Darwin spilled his seed all over the floor.
The sight was enough to send the sergal over the edge. It happened the same way as before. Violent spasms that threatened to break the ropes tying him down followed by complete stillness and an awe-inspiring ejaculation which the hungry milker struggled to collect.
In a few short seconds of mind-shattering orgasm, the sergal managed to fill his container a smidge fuller than the gnoll’s, causing Dego a sudden worry that made him regret proposing that competition. He glanced at his watch. A minute to go. He feared whatever quantity of cum was left in the gnoll’s balls wasn’t enough to give him the edge even if he did manage another climax. The spotted creature looked absolutely exhausted.
“Looks like the sergal wins and I’m keeping your gnoll,” Colton said, pulling out of the lizard’s mouth.
“Not yet, there’s still a minute on the clock.”
“Come on! No way he’s nutting again–”
MMMMMHHHFFF!!!
A sharp muffled scream caught their attention. Against all odds, the gnoll powered through his aching dick and increasingly unbearable refractory period to deliver one final load that, once added to the container, managed to barely edge out the sergal’s quantity.
Dego grinned proudly.
“Looks like I’m keeping him.”
As he finished securing the gnoll back in his display between the minotaur and the werewolf, Dego still had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal. On one hand, the sergal and his eventual produce would’ve netted him a fortune over time alongside unprecedented prestige in the industry. On the other hand, he would’ve had to give up the gnoll he worked so hard to tame.
The gnoll was tired, but he seemed happy enough to be back among his herd. Dego couldn’t deny that he might’ve unwittingly nurtured a certain endearment towards the creature. He ruffled the gnoll’s orange tuft of hair in an uncharacteristic display of affection.
“Good job back there, boy.”
The creature leaned into his master’s hand as much as his bondage allowed, evidently appreciative of the praise.
Dego chuckled.
“Don’t relax just yet,” he pointed to the long line of people behind him, all waiting to have a go at the gnoll who bested a sergal in a milking competition. “The day isn’t over.”