Thud!
A dull thud is heard.
『Gurh!』
The bull monster raises its hand as Jeremy's foot catches its jaw. Humans are indeed precious, but that doesn't mean they can't kick you in the face. The bull cringes with a grunt, feeling the sting of the kick. It slaps Jeremy on the a*s in exchange.
Jeremy shudders and blinks back tears at the slap. Sometimes Max did spank him playfully during s*x, but this is different. He has to swallow a grunt of pain because it feels like half his a*s is being ripped off.
The beast's handprints are clearly visible on Jeremy's smooth, bubbly buttocks. Warning him not to hinder the examination, it grabs both of his ankles.
"Heugh...!"
Jeremy yelps as his body is pulled away. He thinks he hears a pop in his spine. The beast grabs both of his legs and holds them wide apart to prevent him from struggling, and then proceeds to probe his inner walls with its tongue.
"Ah, ahhh...hnn, unghhh..."
The hairs on Jeremy's nape stand. Just when he thinks there is no more to come, the bull's tongue suddenly thrusts in with a force it makes his guts ache. Jeremy rubs his forehead, scratching his nails against the cold examination table. He can barely move his legs, let alone kick. His gaping hole is dripping with the bull's saliva.
Sniff―
The eyeless bull snorts, its tongue still stuck inside Jeremy's a*s hole. Its flailing nostrils spew a steady hot breath that dampens the top of his bifurcates butt.
Jeremy thinks he is being horribly harassed, but it is actually a technical part of the examination process. Humans are not naturally prolific milk producers. However, over the course of time and domestication, some have become well-suits to produce milk―even the males.
Milk-producing males, like females, have a tolerance period in their bodies. Although their function as reproductive organs is weak, they are sensitive to stimuli and can easily be falsely impregnated. They are more efficient because males who think that they are pregnant will milk themselves.
Squelch squelch, obscene sounds echo in between the milk-producing males' moans. Those blind slaves sticking their heads into the humans' holes have a very sensitive sense of taste. They can tell the taste of human males' fluids.
Deep inside, on the way to the colon, there is a thick ridge of flesh that marks the entrance to the womb. Jeremy, now capable of conceiving, reacts sensitively to the mere touch of the area, drooling fluid.
"Ahh ahh haah...!"
He has not realized when the bull was only skimming his inner lining, but when its tongue touches the swelling, Jeremy jerks his head up. It is a different sensation than having his prostate stimulated. It is more exhilarating, yet somehow uncomfortable. Similar to the sensation of prolonged thirst or hunger.
"Heugh...haah!"
It reminds him of the similar sensation in his lower stomach before he got dragged outside of the glass cage. Before this, a dild0 was enough to give him some relief, but now it is different: he isn't happy with just having his insides stimulated.
"Stop, stop...nhhh..."
A sobbing voice mingles with moans. Despite the pleas, Jeremy's aroused body is ready to spurt out milk.
Besides semen, milk-producing males will also spew milk when they orgasm. It is because their mammary glands are overdeveloped, so factories keep domesticated males in a constant state of arousal.
Jeremy's sweat-soaked body continues to wriggle. His abs and ribs ripple with sensual movement as he makes each grunt of pain. But the bull monster doesn't seem to be interested in the beautiful naked body; he is only interested in determining if Jeremy is in need of a 'semen injection'.
『...Something's wrong.』
The bull snorts, still licking Jeremy's backside. The tongue, which has only been caressing the inside, becomes stiff and hard, then wriggles to break the tight seal.
"Ahghhh...!"
Jeremy can't take it anymore he scratches his nails against the examination table. There is a dull ache, then an indescribable sensation of pleasure shoots through his abdomen, bringing tears to the corners of his eyes.
Milk spurts out. The middle-aged man, soaked in sweat, gasps. His contorted face seems to be in anguish, or perhaps orgasm.
The sensation is intense enough to make his clear blue eyes go glassy. Jeremy shudders, thinking that the bull's tongue is probing his brain instead of between his buttocks.
"Hmnnn, ngh..."
The overlapping moans around Jeremy make everything worse. They eat away his mind. He tries not to cry, but the shame is unbearable. Everywhere he looks, naked men are making pained noises with ecstatic faces. there is only Jeremy Rogers, the only one with a clear view of the cold examination post and the dark factory.
The bull monster sucks at Jeremy's hole hard, playing its grayish-white tongue. This object is ambiguous, it thinks. The taste of his fluid suggests he doesn't need a semen injection just yet, but his milk production is barely above the threshold. Eventually, the bull decides that Jeremy needs further evaluation and withdraws his tongue.
"Haah...haah...hnn..."
Jeremy breaths raggedly once the monster's tongue slips out of his lower hole. The hours of tongue probing feel like an eternity. His drenched body glistens like it has been greased, and now he can move his back again.
Terrified of what is about to happen, Jeremy turns his head to the right. There is a man a bit younger than him but equally fit and well-built, with plump breasts.
"...Auhh."
Jeremy holds his breath, nervous that he'd been caught spying on his neighbor. Then, his eyes catch a huge hand grabbing the man's limp wrist.
"..."
W-what...what the heck...
Jeremy's eyes widen at the sight that followed. A creature―larger, blacker, and more ferocious than other bulls stands behind the young man. It has the horns of a bull, as do the others, but with terrifying red eyes and longer horns.
Jeremy turns his head away in contemplation as he met the beast's vicious gaze. He tries to calm his pounding heart but is impossible. He has to give himself credit for not screaming; he doesn't know how good the creature's eyesight is, but as long as it keeps acting as if it can see, it isn't going to do him any good.
"Ugh...hot, ugh...ahhh...!"
"..."
The man next to Jeremy makes flirtatious voices. Jeremy tries to ignore it, staring ahead in disbelief.
His pectorals aren't as bulging as Jeremy's and aren't producing as much milk either. Deciding that he needs a 'semen injection', the inspector ordered a breeding bull to be called in to do the job.
Some individuals occasionally have a severe drop in milk production, and the only way to treat it is to forcefully stimulate their holes by injecting semen. Because, as it had mentioned before, humans who mistake this treatment for mating will think they are pregnant and then release a flurry of hormones.
The lump of silicone that gave Jeremy so much joy in the glass cage is a dried-up stick compared to this bull's p*nis, a monstrosity so huge you'd think you'd die if it stuck up in your a*s.
The p*nis, already oozing with a thick, pallid fluid, is covered in little finger-sized veins on its surface, giving off a truly horrifying appearance. The tip of the p*nis is glowing red, and is writhing and twitching in a disturbing way.
Lucky for Jeremy, the cursed giant meat is not in his line of sight. If he has seen it, he may have screamed in real terror.
"Ahh, quick...Kevin..."
The man, who is about to be crushed by the monster, wiggles his hips to seduce it. He thinks he is having a good time with his lover or spouse. It is pitiful to see him so eager to swallow the c0ck, unaware that he is a milk-producing machine.
SCHULP―