Thought I’d try my hand at writing a little something to go with this drawing, so definitely let me know what you think!

(warnings for CNC play, machine fucking, post orgasm torture, livestock/petplay, cock milking, F/M)

Short Story

"Bad boys get extra hours hooked up to the milker," his dominant cooed, tightening the straps that held Billie's pelvis flush to the machine. His cock had already been guided into the circular opening, but the machine had not yet been activated. Billie dreaded the milking machine. It would almost feel good if it didn't constantly assault only his most sensitive areas. But the machine was designed to get him to produce the most semen possible, not to make him feel good, as his dominant so often reminded him. Billie bit his tongue and tried not to make things worse for himself as his dominant finished fiddling with the leather straps. Satisfied, she stepped back. "Looks good, I'm going to turn it on now, okay?" Billie gulped and nodded, knowing it didn't really matter whether he did or not; this was happening. "If you have enough energy to be jerking that cock of yours on your own, without permission, you can handle a good 4 hour milking session," his dom purred, programing in the time limit. Billie whined, hanging his head in defeat as the the machine whirred to life. Billie couldn't see inside the machine, the only window on it faced his dominant, so she could oversee what was being done to her pet's cock. Billie heard the familiar shuffling of tools orienting themselves around. The first to deliberately touch him were the clips, which extended from the walls of the machine to clip around the edges of his foreskin. Once all four were secured, they retracted backwards, drawing his foreskin as far back as it would go. Billie tried to jerk his cock away from the clips, to protect his sensitive areas from scrutiny. But the straps held his hips firmly in place against the machine, and the clips held tight, baring his exposed cockhead to whatever torments the machine had in store for him. "Mmm, your tip is nice and red already, Billie. I bet you were secretly looking forward to this, huh?" his dominant chided, tapping against the little window. Billie whimpered, then gasped as the first brush of the session made contact with his cock. It was a small, circular brush, which spun and whirled around the very tip of his penis. Billie cried, bucking and twisting his hips to try and free his cock of the brush. But it was persistent, and followed and locked in on his cockhead no matter how he moved. Without his foreskin to protect his tip, it was left completely in the open, vulnerable to the brushes. The stimulation was so direct and intense, pleasurable but way too much. Billie was helpless as a second brush joined the first, buzzing away against the underside of his glans. His dom pressed a button and a cold gel squirted out onto Billie's cock. "This lube was specifically made to help heighten your sensitivity while also boosting your semen production," his dom explained, petting her pet's curly hair. Billie was thankful for the lube at first. It made the scrape of the brushes a more manageable slide, easing the way. But soon the gel sunk into his skin, and he quickly became almost two times as sensitive as he had been before. Suddenly he could feel every bristle of every brush working away at his cock. The tip of his cock had never felt so sensitive. His balls drew up close to his body, and before he could even yelp he was cumming. He pressed his hips as close to the machine as he could manage, thrusting his cock as far into it as he could to empty his load. His dom hummed appreciatively, kneeling down to examine the semen filling up the little bottle below the machine. "Good boy, keep it up, maybe ten more cumshots and you can fill up this jug! My clients do so love your goat milk, little Billie." She patted his rump gently as he drooled, the brushes momentarily still. "I'll be back to collect you in," she glanced down at the timer, "three hours and forty-six minutes," she concluded, turning and disappearing out of the barn. Billie moaned helplessly as the machine beeped, signaling the start of another milking cycle. He screamed and thrashed his hips as the brushes whirred back to life and resumed their merciless focus on his pink tip. He had just cum and was still so oversensitive, all Billie could do was wiggle and cry as he began the long four hours of torment. My commissions are open! Note me or send a friend req on discord!