Dairy man — Chapter 6
Dr. Milchmann ordered Nathan to help him place Bradley back into his frame. They clipped his wrists and his thighs to the frame, put his head between the stocks and then placed the earphones over his head again. Bradley returned to the comforting world of the chatter noise that, unbeknownst to him, kept him in docile, subservient frame of mind where he could no longer assemble coherent thoughts. Dr. Milchmann applied the suction cups to his huge nipples, but not before squeezing them and flicking them with his fingers. He was still taken with their size and how they felt between his fingers. He applied the milking cylinder and set the machine in motion. Bradley began mooing again, feeling the contentment that the chemicals in his blood and the mind-control in his brain perpetuated in him. Everything was good. He felt pleasure from his groin and his chest. The world was a good place. He mooed with content and pleasure.
Milchmann asked Nathan to meet him in his office. The doctor put a bag on the table and placed in it a portable pump, a penis tube and nipple tubes and lube. Then he held up a water bottle with a nipple-type end.
“Nathan, you will visit Herr Kreutzer in his hotel tonight. He wants to bottom, so you take charge. You will order him to strip and lie on the bed. Lube his penis and his nipples and place the suction tubes on them. Then start the pump. When he is pumped, hold his nose and put the nipple of the bottle in his mouth and squeeze to make him swallow the contents. Tell him he will enjoy the experience more if he does. He will swallow. After you’ve pumped him for 30 minutes, remove the pumping equipment. Then order him to get on his hands and knees and you will then fuck him. While you are fucking him, lean over and repeat into his ear ‘you will come back to Dr. Milchmann’s office in three months. You need Dr. Milchmann.’ Continue to repeat that as long as you are fucking him. When you are finished fucking him, return to the office. Do you understand Nathan?”
“Yes doctor, I understand. I will do as you say.”
“Of course you will. Of that, I had no doubt. You always do what I say. But before you go, all of the activities today have left me with a need. So I want you to fuck me now.”
“Of course doctor.”
The doctor and his assistant both undid their pants and let them fall to the floor. Dr. Milchmann lubed his hole and leaned over the desk. Nathan’s sizeable cock was already hard and he placed it at the doctor’s pucker and shoved it home. Doctor Milchmann was accustomed to being fucked, but Nathan’s organ always surprised him, no matter how many times he had granted it entrance. Nathan began to fuck methodically, thrusting in, pulling out, and the doctor began to moan and move in rhythm. Then Nathan grabbed the bottle that Dr. Milchmann had put aside for Kreutzer. With the doctor remaining impaled on his cock, he pinched the doctor’s nose and pushed the bottle between his lips, squeezing the bottle.
“Swallow doctor,” Nathan said. “Just swallow and it’ll all be over soon. Don’t fight me doctor. You know you want this.”
The doctor tried to twist away and grunted his protests. But Nathan was strong and Dr. Milchmann knew he either had to swallow or choke. So he swallowed. The fluid drained from the bottle and into his belly and he felt heat rising. So this was what it was like. He’d always wondered what the first glimpses of submission felt like. It felt good; it felt right. He began to pull on the bottle, seeking more of the magical liquid. In a few moments, he collapsed on the desk. Nathan pulled out of him. He pulled Milchmann’s shoes, socks and pants off and then rolled him over onto his back. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it and the doctor’s lab coat off over his head. Dr. Milchmann lay naked on his desk, his penis soft from having been fucked, his coating of hair on his chest glistening with sweat. Nathan pulled his phone from his pocket.
“He’s ready for you now, sir.”
In a few minutes, Herr Kreutzer entered the office.
“Very good, Nathan. You’ve done a very good job. Soon the doctor will be assimilated into the herd. My herd now! So, Herr Doktor; you had plans to ensnare me in your web. Well the fly has become the spider and the spider the fly. You are mine now and will be for the rest of your life.”
Milchmann stared up at the man and whimpered. How could this have gone so wrong? But there was no question in Milchmann’s mind what Kreutzer’s intentions were. Kreutzer had had strong suspicions that Dr. Milchmann had been enslaving not only his man cows, but his customers as well. Because the community of male dairy products users was so small, Kreutzer had notice that many of Dr. Milchmann’s customers returned regularly to restock their supplies, even when money was tight. And so, he began to wonder. And questioning several of them, he began to see a pattern of customers who went to see Dr. Milchmann and then experienced periods where they couldn’t remember much, but knew that they had to return to Dr. Milchmann’s clinic. Kreutzer put two and two together and realized that, if the doctor was performing mind-control on his man cows, he was probably doing the same thing with his customers, but to a lesser extent. But what better business model could you have? Insure your customers return by planting post-hypnotic suggestions in their psyches. It was better than chocolate.
Well Dr. Milchmann’s scheme was no longer under his control; now it belonged to Herr Kreutzer.
“Take him into the induction room.”
They led the doctor, crawling on his hands and knees, into the room. Milchmann’s brain was still conscious, but he could no longer control his actions, so he whimpered and whined as he crawled down the hall. They led him into the room to the frame. Kreutzer stood while Nathan installed the new man cow into the frame. He buckled shackles onto his thighs and manacles to his wrists. Then he fastened him to the frame with carabiners. He placed the stock over his neck, locking him into place and put a harness and bit over his head, with the bit between his teeth. Nathan put earphones over his head and the infernal muttering and noise began, blocking out all other sounds. Nathan attached cups to his nipples and slid a milking sheath over his penis before switching on the machine.
Milchmann knew what had become of his cows and he knew that the same thing would be happening to him. He would lose his ability to control his actions, to think, to speak. He would become a mooing man cow. His body hair would be taken from him and, undoubtedly, he would have a name tag hanging around his neck that read “Graham”, his given name. He would grow a massive penis and big nipples, would probably begin lactating from his nipples, and would become a dairy man.