The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Dairy man — Chapter 5

The man cow that had been Bradley Seifert had been assimilated into Dr. Milchmann’s herd for six months now. He had forgotten his name; he had forgotten he had had a life prior to his being inducted into the herd. Bradley had been estranged from his family for years, so they weren’t looking for him. Before he had completely lost his will, the good doctor had made him call his employer and resign from his position on the pretext of an emergency that was taking him away from the East coast for several months. Bradley told his employer what the doctor had instructed him to say without question; his only purpose was to be obedient, to do as he was told. So no one at his former place of employment was looking for him. His erstwhile girl friends weren’t looking for him; he’d never developed a serious relationship with any of them, so, as far as they were concerned, here yesterday, gone today.

Man cow Bradley, for that’s what Dr. Milchmann called him, as he called all his cows by their first names, had become a top producer for the doctor’s product line. Men in their mid-30s usually had adequate production, but nothing like young ones in the early 20s. But, for some reason, Bradley had turned out to be a star. Dr. Milchmann’s formulas were causing Bradley to produce a total of about 10 ounces of man milk daily. His milk was taken in two milkings, as was the practice for all the herd. And, even better, Bradley’s nipples were producing the most excellent quality man butter.

“I’m sure, Herr Kreutzer, that you’ll find this one’s vintage man butter to be exquisite. That’s why it costs as much as beluga caviar. The most I get from him is 2 ounces per day. But let me give you a sample so that you know why I charge what I do.”

Dr. Milchmann was speaking to one of his newer customers. The underground, and very black, market for male dairy products was very active, but very, very black. If law enforcement officials had had any idea that men were being enslaved and controlled for the purpose of obtaining their semen and their lactation products, Dr. Milchmann and the few other operators like him around the world would have found themselves in jail. But, then again, what evidence did they have to prove that these man cows were being used against their will? None had been kidnapped; they’d all come to the clinics willingly and, by now, had so little ability to communicate that they were beyond raising accusations against Dr. Milchmann and his small brotherhood of producers. Nor, by this time, would any of them have desired to do so; they were perfectly happy being fed, watered, provided appropriate nutrients and, most of all, being given their daily milkings. It didn’t hurt, of course, that there were some highly placed, powerful men who partook of these products and would have been loathe to see the market shut down on legal quibbles.

Herr Kreutzer took the small silver spoon and tasted the butter.

“Oh yes, that is exquisite; I see your point, Herr Doktor Milchmann,” Herr Kreutzer said. “Let me take 10 ounces of his butter and 20 of his cream.”

“Of course Herr Kreutzer. I’ll have my assistant package that up for you. You can give him your credit card information and we’ll take care of everything.”

“Herr Doktor, I hate to impose, but would it be possible for me to inspect this cow? I’ve only seen your herd in their milking frames and would love to see and inspect this one.”

“I think we can do that, since you’re paying for the product. Do you wish to see us removing him from the frame, or would you like to wait in another room and we’ll bring him to you?”

“Oh, please, let me witness the whole operation, Herr Doktor.”

“Very well. Hang on a moment.” Dr. Milchmann moved to the intercom. “Nathan, would you please come into room 3? Herr Kreutzer would like to inspect Bradley.”

Nathan entered the room. He appeared to be in his late 20s, dressed in slacks and a white polo shirt with his name embroidered above the large point raised by his left nipple. Herr Kreutzer couldn’t take his eyes off that nipple: it protruded a good half inch under the fabric, as did his right nipple. Dr. Milchmann noticed Herr Kreutzer’s fascination, because he was actually expecting it.

“You’ve noticed Nathan’s nipples,” Milchmann said, pinching Nathan’s left tit. “I have to tell you that I have a male nipple fetish myself and that’s one of the reasons I pump all my man cows’ nipples. I also require my employees to have pumped nipples. You don’t mind, do you Nathan?”

“Oh, no, doctor,” Nathan moaned, wriggling in pleasure in the doctor’s grasp. “I always wanted big nipples and when I applied for employment with you, you asked about that and promised me that you would arrange that for me,” said Nathan, enthusiastically.

“In fact,” Dr. Milchmann explained, “I insist that each of my employees spend half-an-hour each day in the pump room. Not only do they receive pumping, but they also receive mind-control that helps to increase the size of their nipples, as well as other training that enhances their value to me.”

Dr. Milchmann’s eyes glittered as he stated this to Herr Kreuzter, who suspected that Nathan and his co-workers weren’t just employees of Dr. Milchmann’s: he suspected they served the doctor in other ways in addition to their daily work tasks.

The doctor and Nathan set about removing Bradley from the frame. The man cow vocalized through the bit between his teeth, making sounds that resembled a cow’s mooing. They unclipped the carabiners from his thigh shackles and from the manacles binding his wrists to the frame. Then they unlocked and lifted the top section of the stock holding his head in place. Dr. Milchmann switched off the pump and removed the milking tube from his dick and the suction tubes from his nipples. Then they stood him up. Kreutzer noticed the complete smoothness of his body and the blank look in his eyes as he rose to his feet. Dr. Milchmann kept his hand in the small of Bradley’s back and Nathan held an arm.

“He’s no longer used to standing upright, so we have to help him to make sure he doesn’t fall. Since he was taken into the herd, he spends most of his time either on his hands and knees, or sleeping,” Dr. Milchmann explained.

Kreutzer wasn’t even listening. He was entranced with the body on display in front of him. He saw the name plate hung by a chain around the cow’s neck: “Bradley”. Then Kreutzer’s eyes we drawn to the nipples: Bradley’s nipples had grown huge; they were as big as the tips of Kreutzer’s middle fingers: as long and as thick as the fingertips measured from the joints. His mouth began to water as he reached for them.

“May I?” he asked.

Milchmann nodded. “Feel free.”

Kreutzer flicked the thick nipples with his fingers, causing Bradley to inhale sharply. The pumping and nutritional enhancement of his nipples had made them very sensitive and the man’s touch sent an electric shock directly to his cock. Kreutzer bent down and sucked on a tit, savoring the texture, the girth and length of the flesh in his mouth. It was almost like a little dick on Bradley’s chest. And the taste! Some of the man butter remained in his glands and Kreutzer was able to suck it out and onto his hungry tongue.

As his tongue flicked Bradley’s chest dicks and he sucked hungrily, he felt something pushing against his thigh. He glanced down and noticed, for the first time, Bradley’s cock. How had he missed that? He’d been so taken with the man cow’s nipples, his eyes hadn’t taken in what stood below his waist. Bradley’s cock, which had been fairly average in length, but thin before he began his “treatment” was now 10 inches long and 8 inches in diameter. And now, with Kreutzer’s suckling on his tits, his cock was beginning to rise and press against the customer’s thigh. His eyes open wide, Kreutzer reached down for it and grasped it. He couldn’t get one hand around it and it felt hard, heavy and hot in his hands. Kreutzer’s knees gave way and he sank to his knees. He tried to open his mouth wide enough to get it in, but realized he couldn’t. He realized he should be grateful that the man cow had been trained, both hypnotically and chemically, to be passive. Had Bradley been aggressive, he could have choked Kreutzer nearly to death if he’d chosen to face-fuck him. All Kreutzer could manage was to lick the head. For that, he was rewarded with a huge spurt of pre-cum.

“My God,” he exclaimed, rising to his feet. “You’ve created a superman. It’s a good thing he’s not dominant!”

“Indeed,” laughed Dr. Milchmann. “I discovered that early on when I was setting up the business. I use mind-control and pharmaceuticals to make sure these cows are docile. Otherwise, it would be just like having a barn full of bulls. Very dangerous!”

“Yes, I can see that,” replied Kreutzer. “I’ve never seen such a cock before. If he tried to fuck someone, he might hurt them badly.”

“Indeed. I’ll tell you, in the early days, I used mind-control to have one of my cows fuck me.”

Kreutzer gasped.

“He wasn’t as developed as Bradley here, but all the same; I was afraid he’d split me in two before I could order him to stop. I’ll tell you, it’s a little hard to give coherent instructions when you’re screaming in pain.”

Kreutzer laughed. “Yes, I can understand that. It was like Frankenstein’s monster for you!”

“Yes, indeed. I won’t make that mistake again. On those occasions where I do want a fuck, I have one of my staff service me. I do a little development on their penises, but not nearly to the extent I do with the cows.”

“Umm… tell me doctor… do you permit your staff to provide, uh, service to your customers?”

“I’m sorry? Oh, oh, yes, of course. I understand. Of course, that would be no problem. There will be a fee, of course. Do you want extras?”

“Extras? Such as?”

“A pumping session before the, uh, main event? Obviously, we know a great deal about pumping and because so many of our customers have fetishes around pumped nipples and penises, I could send one of my boys with some equipment to pump you before he, uh… I assume you were looking to be fucked? Yes Herr Kreutzer?”

“Yes, that was what I wanted. And yes, a pumping session would be a nice starter. Both penis and nipples.”

“Very good Herr Kreutzer. Would you like to have Nathan? I saw you were taken with his nipples.”

“That would be perfect, thank you doctor. Shall we say, oh 8:30 this evening?”

“Nathan will be there.”

“Thank you doctor. I’ve enjoyed doing business with you.”

“And I’ve enjoyed doing business with you Herr Kreutzer. Come back to see us.”

“Indeed I will. Thank you Herr Doktor.”