Jeremy bites his lip tightly, like a man enduring a lashing. The overlapping sounds of monsters and humans are echoing in his ears. Sound of agony, sound of pleasure, sound of flesh against flesh...
He can't deny it anymore. And when he hears the monster next to him grunting, he gets a boner. He feels like he is losing his mind. Just the thought of interacting with the creature makes him horny. His body instinctively craves hot fluids deep inside. It wants to be soaked, milked, and thoroughly subjugated.
"Hngh..."
Jeremy is tormented. His a*s hole is soaking wet and breasts are tingling. He feels like his brain has malfunctions from a combination of horniness and fear. So being helpless, he prays for the time to pass quickly. He wants to get the hell out of here so bad.
However, his prayer is trampled on. The bull monster who was examining Jeremy is back bringing another bull. It is the foreman.
『I think you should see this one.』
"Hngh...? Ngh...!"
『It's not like his production doesn't meet daily quota but...』
"Hngh..."
Jeremy almost bites his lip when a hand, gray and furry, suddenly gropes his breasts. The foreman is feeling the lump to see if there are any abnormalities. But nothing is wrong there. So the foreman takes its hand back, then kneels before Jeremy's twitching a*s hole.
Its every breath is making Jeremy shudders. He tries his hard to stifle his moan but only causes cold sweat to break out on his back, on his legs, even on the soles of his feet.
And unfortunately, the foreman sees that response as a red flag.
『His sensitivity is good, but he seems to have some health issues. Is his hormone tastes different?』
『I could kind of feel it, but...I'm not really sure.』
『Let me check.』
Due to the limited number of times a breeding bull can mate per day, they need to make sure if a semen injection is truly necessary. There is no point in injecting semen into just any individual. After a long, rumbling snort against Jeremy's hole, the foreman raises one of its large hands.
Jeremy expects the monster to stick its tongue in, so he squeezes his eyes shut again, thinking of another horrible hour.
"Hm, ungh...? Ah-ah, stop...!"
But it is neither tongue nor p*nis that enters this time. The foreman inserts its thick finger into Jeremy's hole. Looking so used to this kind of examination, its finger casually slides in and presses here and there against the inner wall.
The middle-aged man claws at the monster's grayish-white fingers in horror. However, hungry for stimulation, his lower mouth chews greedily, doesn't care anymore whether it is a tongue or a finger it eats.
『He's got quite a strong hole.』
Bulls have larger, thicker hands than humans, but shorter fingers―five prongs the same as humans'. They can exert force but are not as flexible. The foreman pushes those short fingers deep into Jeremy to check the condition of the womb inside.
"Huh, uh...unghhh... ! Auh...!"
There is only one way for the blunt fingers to reach the deepest part of a human's a*s hole. The foreman increases the number of invading fingers one by one. Five fingers are pretty tightly interlocked inside, but easy enough to get in because of the inside's slimy condition. Creeping in slowly the tight squeezing hole, the fingers finally break through deeper.
"Ahhh...hmnn, ngh...!"
『He's got great sensitivity and is wet. That's really weird.』
The foreman mutters, his big hand still fumbling around inside the hole―now checking to see if the entrance to the womb is properly inflated. If it has entered into the imaginary pregnancy thinking, the entrance will be sufficiently swollen to protect the inside.
Finally, after a while of digging, the foreman feels a hard spot. So it stuck its short index finger in and pokes and prods at the entrance.
"HUNGH...! AUH..."
Jeremy thinks his stomach is going to explode and then die from it. His breath is held, his stomach is churning, his throat is about to throw up a gallon of spit. And yet, at the same time, the moment the monster touches his deepest part, another surge of excitement bursts out.
"Aahhh...! Hngh, ugh...! Aahhh...!"
Jeremy has learned that telling the monster to stop won't work. So instead of pleading, he chooses to howl at the top of his lungs. His hole is clawing hard at the bull monster's hand, causing it to be wrapped in slimy fluid until its wrist.
Squelch squelch―
The fingers continue to press delicately yet firmly against the inner wall. It is a different kind of stimulation than when the tongue tantalizes Jeremy's inside, far beyond the tingling sensation of a dild0.
Jeremy's eyes flash white every so often, followed by a stinging sensation that shoots through his swollen breasts, then milk gushes out of his nipples. So much and doesn't seem to want to stop. Just when he thinks there is no more to squeeze out, Jeremy feels like his whole body is dripping with water: not only milk from his breasts but also tears and a runny nose.
"Ahhh...ahhhhh...!"
Jeremy, panting on his stomach, tilts his head and barks out. The stimulation in that certain spot is as good as it is terrible, causing him to finally understand why the man next to him was screaming wildly in pleasure.
It is painful to swallow the fist in his stomach, but every time the foreman's fingers dig into the deepest part, Jeremy's limbs will shake, draining his body of strength. An uncontrollable desire swirls around his lower belly. I want to cum, he thinks. He wants the monster's hot liquid to drench his depths and fill him up.
『You're so desperate to get pregnant, huh?』
The foreman grunts and snorts, thrusting more furiously. His fingers press tightly against the entrance, and soon he thrusts faster and harder. Jeremy moans and writhes in response, his voice is cracking.
"Haah...! Ah, hngh...! So big, haah...!"
Milk leaks from his breasts, drenching the examination table. His collarbone and beard dip into the small puddle of milk. Between Jeremy's legs is no different too. A small puddle of cum has formed there.
Jab!
Jeremy's hard p*nis jerks and bobs with each gentle jolt of the bull's fist against the inner wall. When he was in the glass cage, his urethra was pricked with a tube to keep him clean, but now, here, he is free to ejaculate. His body can't contain the pleasure of ejaculating after long, so he spurts out a steady stream of semen, dripping and dripping.
"AHGHHHHH...!"
It feels like Jeremy's brain is on fire. The sensations radiating from his front, back, and chest paralyzes his reason. His face has long since turned red with blood, and so has his manhood.
"Ngh...nhhh..."
He wiggles his hips, his a*s hole furiously squeezing the bull's hand begging him to orgasm and fill it with his cum. The monster's fist is still too much for him, but it's worth it.
『Hmm... His sensitivity and response are all normal but he needs to be monitored.』
The foreman says. Upon examination, Jeremy's entrance to the womb is sufficiently swollen so no additional semen is needed.
Still, even though it is not a problem, it can't figure out why the milk production isn't what it use to be. This male production has dropped significantly over the past few days, the foreman is concerned that something is wrong with his health.
『You're such a troublemaker, you know. Good luck doing your best.』
Snap. And so the foreman pulls out his hand out of the a*s hole. He pats the male's a*s a few times with a hand dripping with white slimy fluid before finally leaving.
"Huh, huh...hah..."
Once the pain is out of his body, there is a sharp lull as the heat is cooled. No matter how hard Jeremy rubs his a*s and grunts, his now empty ass will not be filled no more. The cool air that rushes in through the gaping hole, making him feel even colder.
Amidst the excitement, his p*nis splatters cum more and leaves a tingling sensation between his legs.
Yet besides all those, Jeremy is upset. Upset despite his body having been ravaged by the monsters, his needs still haven't been fulfilled.
"Ngh...haah..."
But he can't cry out loud. The bulls are still roaming behind him. As time goes on, his butt hurts. Probably red and swollen by now.
"..."
Jeremy lays his head on the examination table. His throat is hoarse from the moaning and wailing. Not only his body, he can also feel his disheveled brown hair is soaked with milk and sweat and maybe semen too. On either side of him, equally messy, dozens of men are laying with their butts sticking out in their still dripping cum. In the distance, cries of pain and pleasure are occasionally still filling the air.
This place is, indeed, hell on earth.