3. Breaking the Bull

Warm sunlight caressed Hans’ face as he blinked himself awake, finding himself nested on a warm plush bed in a handsomely decorated room with lace curtains on the windows. He furrowed his brow and shook his head as hazy memories of his dreams came rushing back. He remembered endless cleavage hovering over him, spoonfuls of oatmeal pushing their way past his mouth making him dizzy, soft hands massaging his balls, lathering them with fragrant oil. A dude wearing only a maid’s apron, shooting him a wry smile, wandered through his head. Was that Chuck? He must have had some weird, freaky dreams indeed.

He felt a bit groggy but otherwise refreshed. He yawned and stretched himself, letting his hand drift down between his legs.

Hans stopped short and sat upright with a jolt. Was he feeling the right person’s junk? He could barely wrap his hand around the fleshy log now protruding from his crotch. He raised the cotton sheets and stared pop-eyed at his enormous dick cushioned on top of two grapefruit-sized testicles. Blinking hard, he wondered if he was still dreaming. It looked like someone had grafted a silicon porn prop onto him. It was the largest dong he had ever seen, and it wasn’t even the least bit hard.

“Well, well. Guten morgen, stud,” a musical voice lilted. Hans looked up to see Annelie saunter into his room, her dark hair pulled back and a form-fitting cardigan holding her massive bust in place. “I see we’re much more alert this morning, hmmm?”

Hans’ brain struggled to put the pieces of his predicament back together. There was something off about this woman. Something he shouldn’t trust, but he couldn’t understand why. He just stared at her shocked and confused.

Annelie tilted her head at the befuddled man. “Is my handsome bull ready for his breakfast, yet?”

That was it! She did something to the food the other night. Hans remembered eating dinner and then feeling sleepy, like his muscles had all turned to rubber, and then the endless, warm, darkness of Annelie’s cleavage and then...

“You…you drugged me!” He said.

“Drugged you? Don’t be silly!” Annelie waved her delicate hand at him. “Although sometimes I do notice that people have a strong reaction to my special little ingredients. It can make them so sleeeeepy sometimes.”

Hans didn’t like how the buxom woman drew out the word ‘sleepy’. For some reason it made his eyelids droop down. He shook his head.

“What did you do to us? Where are Greta and Chuck? What did you do to my…to my…”

“To your cock?” Annelie finished for him. “That’s another side effect of my special ingredients. At least the ingredients I’ve been giving you. Don’t you like it?”

“Well, yeah….I mean, no! I…I just didn’t need this!”

“That’s true. You were certainly nothing to sneeze at before. But now, you’ve got enough man meat for days.”

Hans tried to sit up straighter, suddenly aware of how heavy it was to move his lower body.

“Why did you do this?” was all Hans could think to say.

“Why? Because my special ingredients don’t come from nowhere, my dear boy.” Annelie wiggled her way closer, pulling up a small wooden chair and resting her hips down next to the bedside. Her perfume wafted over Hans.

“I have a nice stable of lost travelers that wind up here,” Annelie continued, folding her hands in her lap, her swelling chest jiggling inches from Hans’ eyes. “They all come so stressed and worn out from their demanding jobs and aimless lives. I fix all that. I make their lives simple, easy, and above all, pleasurable. Some help with chores around the house. Some help me make more ingredients for my magic food. Some eventually return home with foggy memories of their time camping in the woods.”

She leaned forward, transfixing Hans with her sultry green eyes. “And some lucky boys, like you, get to be my stud, giving my heifers what they need to make more of my magic potions. Who could say no to that? Spending your life in a blissful horny stupor, just pleasing girl after girl after girl?”

Hans hated to admit that what the strange older lady was saying was starting to sound more enticing. He knew if he didn’t leave soon, he may never leave at all.

“I don’t know what kinky games you’re up to, but me and my friends are leaving now!”

He struggled to get up, but Annelie only had to press her palm down firmly on his chest to pin him back to the bed. He felt weak, like he had lost a ton of blood, although more likely it was locked away in his oversized package now.

“If you want to see your friends so bad, let’s just bring them here,” Annelie said, reaching her hand into her cleavage. She fished out a small golden cowbell on a glittering chain and gave it a quick ring.

DING! DING!

“Chuck dear, would you please bring in Greta?”

No sooner had she rang, than in walked Chuck leading Greta by a leather leash attached to a harness. At least Hans was pretty sure it was Greta and Chuck. The latter wore only a frilly maid’s bow and apron that utterly failed to conceal his giant stiffy. Greta was clad in nothing more than the black leather harness, but Hans never noticed. His attention instead was held firmly by Greta’s monumentally large and perky breasts. The sight absolutely stunned him.

She wasn’t that stacked when they arrived. He should know. He had felt her up enough times the week before.

Had Hans not been so distracted by Greta’s new and improved rack, he might have noticed the dazed expressions painted onto his friends’ faces. The two looked like they were blissfully high on the best party drug ever.

“You see? Your friends are just fine. You certainly can’t say they aren’t happy, right meinen lieblings?”

“Yes, Miss Annelie,” two sleepy voices droned in unison.

Hans finally forced his mouth to work.

“What did you do to them?”

“Nothing! I just showed them how much nicer things can be when they listen to me. When they follow my commands and do my every bidding. Things always turn out so much nicer when they obey.”

As she spoke, Annelie turned her attention towards Chuck and walked forward, letting her tits jiggle in her blouse. Chuck smiled even wider, his face dissolving into brainless complacency. His cock throbbed rhythmically under his skirt.

“Chuck, why don’t you go downstairs and handle the dishes? Remember to get everything nice and soapy and give them a good polish.” She shimmied her chest in front of his eyes. “You’d enjoy that, right?”

“Y-y-y-yesss…Misssss…”Chuck stammered as he marched, panting, out of the room. Greta meanwhile swayed passively on her feet, her eyes lost far away in another dimension.

Hans struggled to sit up and throw his legs out of the bed.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m getting out of here now!”

With cat-like speed, Annelie flew to his side, her tits bouncing under her low-cut top. Hans glanced up to see her circling her concealed nipple with her nail, her finger going around and around in delicate spirals. The warm scent of her flesh washed over him like thick fog and he gazed, stunned, as Annelie’s fingers continued to dance around her firm nipples.

The clink of a metal handcuff brought Hans out of his daze and his head whipped around to see his right hand chained to the bedpost. A second later, another cuff captured his left hand. Greta stood by the bedpost with a serene, satisfied smile on her face as she watched Hans squirm helplessly against the chains.

“Now, now Hans,” Annelie cooed. “So willful today. So stubborn. But don’t worry. I know exactly how to help you with that.”

As Hans struggled against the cuffs, the buxom lady sauntered to the bedroom writing desk and picked out a long, feathery goose quill from the pencil holder.

“Hey! Get that away from me!” Hans kicked his legs as Annelie stalked closer. She raised her eyes at Greta who immediately went and took hold of his right leg. Annelie caught his left and gently pressed her hips down on his ankle while Greta did the same to his other leg. As much as Hans wanted out, he also couldn’t bring himself to hurt Greta or even Annelie. She watched him with a smug smile on her face and then brought the feather over his exposed cock lying flopped over on his stomach.

“The problem is you’re thinking too much with that silly brain of yours. You need to relax, lighten up a little, and just listen to your body.”

The feather swept back and forth across the underside of Hans’ enlarged cock. Electric tingles of arousal flashed through his brain and he let out a sigh of pleasure, despite himself. The feather danced from the tip of his cock down to his balls sending pulses through his length as he got stiffer and stiffer.

In the periphery of his mind, he could sense Greta easing up on his foot. If he was quick, he could yank his foot away and give Annelie a good, clean kick and maybe even escape. But…he was having a hard time getting the signal to his body. His mind felt like it had a dose of Novocain numbing his thoughts, making it so easy to let his cock keep getting hard.

“Mmmm…that’s better,” Annelie said, dragging the feather up and down in a lazy, sensual rhythm. “See what lovely things I did to your little man while you were asleep? He now has twice the number of nerves along his shaft and tip than before. And that’s still not quite as many as in the human clitoris.”

“Hmmm…” Annelie said thoughtfully as she brought her free hand to her chin, squeezing her boobs together in the meantime. “Maybe that just means that guys can’t handle all the pleasure that we ladies enjoy. It just breaks your small, tiny male brain. What do you think of that Hans?”

She asked the question sweetly as the feather flicked back and forth under his glans.

Hans scrunched up his face. That, that was wrong! He could handle anything a girl could. He was a smart, in-charge guy. He opened his mouth to tell her off.

“yuuuuuuuhhhh….” His voice groaned as his cock throbbed and stretched out another inch.

“Is that all you have to say, sweetie?” Annelie gloated. “Can’t you think of anything else?”

The feather traced up and down his shaft like a silk finger.

“N-nuuuhhhhh…”

“Oh, that’s right, you can’t think at all, can you?” She tapped the feather playfully against the tip of his cock now inflated to fourteen inches along his belly and nearly up to his chest. “I keep forgetting, all that yummy food I made you eat didn’t just grow your manhood. It also made it impossible for your higher faculties to work while you’ve got a big, juicy boner. It just draws away so much energy, so much strength. Isn’t that right?”

“…uuhhhh…”Hans grunted, his mouth hanging open stupidly.

“Never mind. It is right. Everything I say is right, dear.”

Annelie reached over with her free hand and grabbed Greta’s wrist. The brainwashed girl was transfixed on Han’s monster dick, her face a blank slate. She gingerly placed the long feather in Greta’s hand and guided it to resume the delicious torture she was doling out on the poor man. Greta drifted between Hans’ legs her left hand gently cupping his balls as she tickled his cock with the feather. Hans barely registered that both of his legs were free to move, but for some reason he was having trouble remembering why that was important. He just stared at Greta as she played with his cock, her swelling breasts gently brushing against his thighs.

Annelie strolled to the top of the bed, positioning herself just behind Hans’ head as she fished out her golden necklace from her plunging cleavage. She dangled the tiny cowbell ornament over Hans’ face, drawing his gaze as it swung lazily over his eyes.

“That’s good, Hans, dear,” her words poured into Hans’ ears. “Just relax. Let Greta take care of that big stiffy of yours and just watch the pretty necklace.”

Hans furrowed his brow, trying with his last ounce of strength to resist the witchy woman’s spell, but the irresistible throb in his cock demolished what was left of his willpower and his eyes meekly drifted along with the golden bauble.

“That’s right. Back and forth. Side to side…so easy to follow…so relaxing…just drifting along into a nice sexy dream…listening to my voice…Are you listening Hans?”

“…n-n-nnnngg…” Hans groaned, his eyes still prisoners of the bell.

“No silly thoughts…no need to struggle,” Annelie said, gently encouraging him. “Just following the bell. Just feeling so good as your prick gets tickled. It makes you so happy Hans…so dopey and content.”

The words curled into Hans’ mind and, in spite of himself, his lips parted into a blank smile. Annelie let Hans continue to drift into trance as Greta began to massage his balls and shaft more with her left hand.

“You’re feeling so good right now Hans…So sexy, so virile…So proud that two pretty ladies are giving your prick such wonderful attention…your cock is so big…so demanding…so hard to disagree with your prick, isn’t it?”

On cue, Great gave his shaft a squeeze with both hands, the feather dropping to the bed sheets. Hans let out a rapturous moan.

“Yesss…you can’t say no to your cock, can you Hans?” Annelie said with a cruel smile. “You cock controls your mind…I control your cock…your cock controls you…I control your cock…” She repeated leaning a little further over the bed. Hans was staring straight up as the bell swayed in front of his face, his eyes completely magnetized to the shiny cowbell.

In one fluid motion, Annelie pulled down the neckline of her blouse, letting her incredible breasts tumble free. Her pendulous tits dangled over Hans head next to the gold necklace, swaying in opposition as Annelie gently shook her chest. Hans’ mind completely shorted out as he tried to follow the pretty cowbell and the sexy breasts at the same time.

“You can’t think…you must listen…you can’t think…you have to listen to your cock…you have to listen to me…listen to me…obey only me…”Annelie chanted into his ear.

Greta continued to slowly massage and squeeze the immense cock in front of her, its mind-blowing girth the only thing keeping her from falling under the spell of Annelie’s tits.

“You aren’t a man anymore Hans…”Annelie continued. “You used to be, but that was before a sexy witch cast her evil spell on you. Now you’re just an animal. A horny, rutting beast that listens to his owner. You’re my stud bull now, Hans…My stud bull with a great big bull cock…So sexy….so powerful…listening to your mistress, your owner…Who owns you, bull?”

“Uhhh…ahhhhhh…” Hans babbled. Annelie winked at Greta who instinctually sped up her ministrations on Hans cock as precum began to ooze out of the tip.

“You must listen to your cock, bull…You cock controls you….I control you cock….your cock controls you…I control your cock,” she said as rhythmically as the sway of her breasts. “Just a horny, dumb bull…ready to fuck whoever I say…ready to spurt all that lovely thick cum whenever I demand it…ready to follow my every command, because it makes you feel so good…so horny. Doesn’t it Hans?”

Hans head rocked back and forth with the relentless pace of the necklace. He gasped as he felt Greta’s soft tongue flick over his penis, unable to resist the temptation any longer.

“Tell me…and you can release…tell me who owns you…and I’ll let you cum…tell me now bull, who is your owner? Who is your mistress?”

The tits wobbled in front of his face as Greta took as much of him as she could into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his tip.

“Y-y-y-you are!” He blurted out.

“What was that, bull?” Annelie said, lowering her tits an inch towards his face.

“You are my owner, mistress…” He babbled.

“And what are you, Hans?” She teased.

“I-Imma…I’m a buuulll…”

Annelie let her breasts drop ontop of Hans’ face, smothering him in warm darkness as his cock erupted. Electric spasms ran up and down his shaft as he shot jets of hot sticky cum into Greta’s mouth and down her plump breasts. A vortex of pleasure opened around his cock and balls and his mind slipped through with his orgasm into blissful oblivion. His roars of ecstasy were smothered in the sea of tit flesh as Annelie smooshed and massaged her bust into his face, laughing in triumph.

At last, she lifted her heavy tits off his head, and Hans got one glimpse of the two women’s eyes lighting up at the gallon of cum he has sprayed on top of himself before a drowsy wave of exhaustion dragged him to sleep.

Hans woke up in the same bed, naked and feeling oddly fresh and washed. He sat up, trying to piece together why he was naked. He ran his hands over his wrists which felt bruised and tender, although he couldn’t recall why.

“Oh, you’re awake,” said a guy’s voice. Hans looked up to see a skinny dude wearing a maid’s apron and a giant stiffy in the doorway. Didn’t he know him? The smaller guy walked around Hans’ bed, a condescending smirk on his face.

“You don’t even know who I am, do you?” he said, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Hans only stared at him blankly. His brain felt like it was wrapped in fly paper.

“ahhhhh…” was all Hans could manage for an answer.

“Don’t worry about it. Mistress wants me to tell you that breakfast is ready.”

Before Hans could process his questions about who ‘mistress’ was, a heavenly odor of bacon, coffee, and eggs wafted into the room. Hans’ eyes lit up as he realized his stomach was growling. Any doubts vanished as he pushed his way out of bed and marched downstairs without even bothering to cover up his swinging dong.

The weird maid-man busied himself carrying in plates of sausage, ham, pop-overs, fried eggs, and buttered rolls into the dining room. Hans scarfed down everything he was handed like he hadn’t had a morsel of food for a week. As he stuffed his face, a nagging thought at the back of his head kept trying to grab his attention. Wasn’t he trying to get away from here? Didn’t he arrive here with friends? Each thought evaporated as more savory food filled his plate. 

At last, Hans pushed his chair back from the table, his hunger finally sated, and sat in a dreamy food coma with his hands resting in his lap. He glanced down, mildly confused to see that he was naked and his dong was resting against his thigh like a stick of salami. He chuckled groggily at his huge, flaccid member and then gazed absently around the room, wondering what he should do next. A curvy marbel statue accentuating some classical nymph’s bust caught his attention and he stared at it vacantly, his mind still muddled down in a haze of food, sleep, and morning wood.

The guy in the maid’s outfit pranced around the room with a feather duster alternating between shooting Hans smug looks and panting heavily as his considerably smaller dick throbbed under his apron.

“Oh good! You’re up and fed already!” Annelie’s silky voice filled the room. Hans watched the top-heavy woman stride in from the hallway, her eyes running appreciatively over Hans’ naked body. “And how are we feeling this morning?”

Hans had to struggle to focus.

“Good…happy…I think I…had a train to get to?” he said through his brain fog.

“Oh! Still trying to listen to that silly mind of yours?” She poured her chest over his arm, weighing him down with her creamy tit flesh. His eyes fell into the soft folds of her cleavage and got snagged on the glint of the golden bell nestled jealously in her boobs. He could feel his monster cock begin to twitch and his head fill with cement.

“Listen to me, bull,” Annelie said with a cruel smile, staring into his eyes. “You’re not here to think with that silly brain. You’re here to work with your strong body. And I have so much for you to do today. Can’t have you thinking now, just listening and obeying. Letting that brain sink down, down, down…down into your balls…now!”

Hans’s dick sprang up into the air as the lights went out in his eyes.

“Gooood,” Annelie’s said, shaking her chest slightly. “Brain in your balls now. Follow me, bull!”

Annelie stood up and strolled out of the kitchen towards the back door. Hans rose to his feet and followed her like a zombie, his protruding erection leading the way. She led him out behind the house and to the rolling green paddock secured with a modest wooden gate. If Hans hadn’t been so distracted with Annelie’s womanly hips rocking from side to side, he would have seen a sunny field filled with a dozen voluptuous women lounging together wearing barely anything more than a G-string each.

“Meet my lovely heifers, bull,” Annelie said, cupping Hans’ chin in her hand and directing his gaze up at the miraculous sight. The women in the field were all about the same age as him and Greta and varied in skin tones from creamy pale to ebony dark. Some of them were sunning themselves on beach chairs while others were splashing playfully in the large above-ground swimming pool off to one corner of the field. All of them were exceptionally well endowed as far as bust size was concerned and proudly strutted around topless. Hans struggled to peer through his mental haze to pick out Greta from the crowd. She was sitting beside a dark-skinned woman with delicate features, fondling her massive chocolate tits staring raptly at the bouncy handfuls of flesh. The woman, for her part, sighed dreamily as Greta’s hands massaged and tweaked her nipples.

“This is where I get all the lovely, magic milk that I put in my special food. Y’know, the same tasty treats that I gave you and your friends that just made you all so agreeable to stay and help on my little farm. Remember that, bull?”

Hans’ brain tried to think back to when he arrived and then quickly stalled out.

“No, I don’t suppose you do. Don’t worry, bull. It’s not important. No need to think too hard about it, right?”

“…no need to think…hard…” Hans mumbled.

“Exactly!” Annelie gave his prick a squeeze. “But I do have a little problem. I can…entice my lovely cows to grow larger breasts and even produce a good quantity of milk, but the body really responds better to more…hmm…visceral encouragement. There are some powerful hormones that get released for both men and women after a good fucking.”

Annelie held up a brass cowbell, the same shape as the bell on her necklace except larger, and shook it gently.

DONG! DONG! DONG!

            “This way ladies!” Annelie called them.

Like magic, every head in the field turned as if noticing Annelie and her well-hung bull for the first time.

“Who wants the first ride on our new bull?” She trilled.

The ladies’ eyes dropped down to Hans’ massive boner as each of them subconsciously scooted closer and pushed out their chests slightly. A downwind breeze filled with the heady musk of pussy hit Hans, making his cock pump up even harder. The women’s appreciative smiles were enough to kick Hans’ instincts in gear and he growled softly, eager to play. Before he could take his first step though, Annelie lay a hand against his chest.

“Not so fast, bull,” she swept her eyes over her herd of naked girls. “Greta? Come here, please.”

“Yes, Mistress?” Greta said in a monotone and stepped forward.

“You were such a good assistant before. I need your help one more time.”

Annelie reached out and took Greta’s hand in hers. She guided her to the base of Hans’ mammoth cock and moved her fingers in slow, teasing circles around the base of his shaft. Hans whined in delicious agony while Greta carried on teasing and caressing his base, her eyes glued to his member.

Meanwhile, Annelie stood in front of Hans, her delicate fingers fiddling with the loose ties that laced up the front of her blouse.

“That’s good, bull. Feel all that hot cum inside your balls, almost ready to boil over. Feel Greta’s fingers, like they’re wrapping up your penis with a silk cord.”

Annelie’s words slipped into Hans’ defenseless mind as Greta kept him distracted with her gentle strokes and caresses. He stared wide and glassy-eyed at Annelie’s shirt as she intertwined the ends of her ties together in front of her mesmerizing cleavage.

“Feeling that cord getting tighter and tighter around your balls. Keeping that cock of yours so stiff. So strong. Getting tighter and tighter…feeling better and better…getting tighter and tighter.”

Hans’ cock was pointing straight out nearly a foot in front of him, his shaft and glans engorged and scarlet with need. He licked his lips as Annelie slowly pulled her knot tighter…and tighter…

“And closed shut!” Annelie pulled the knot close, locking her massive breasts under the fabric of her shirt. On cue, Greta suddenly dropped her hands from Hans’ package, letting the needy cock bounce and strain helplessly in the air.

Annelie looked Hans in the eye and spoke in her lazy, soothing cadence.

“Good. One big knot holding back all the cum in your balls. Keeping your cock so stiff and proud. No matter how hard you get, no matter how close you are, you cannot cum until I undo the knot. So stiff, so eager, but unable to cum until I undo your knot…” She twisted the ends of the fabric ties in her hands, making him confused as to which knot she was talking about.

“…Yes…Mistress…” The words felt like molasses in his mouth, his whole mind buzzing with arousal.

Annelie’s eyes lit up and she tossed a knowing look at Greta who was staring at Hans’ straining penis. The rest of the women inched closer, absently fondling their breasts and licking their lips, the same lustful expression on their faces.

“Greta, you’ve been such a good assistant,” said Annelie as she gently nudged the dazed woman closer to Hans. “Wouldn’t you love to be the first to get that nice hard man-stick inside you?”

Greta smiled and nodded dumbly.

“Well, go ahead then.”

With a small whimper, Greta dropped to her knees and began stroking and kissing Hans’ dick. The pleasure was electric, and Hans moaned like a braying animal. If it wasn’t for Annelie’s hypnotic spell, he would have blown his load all over Greta’s face right then. Instead, he felt his balls churn and his dick turn to iron.

He was a bull. Bulls were meant to breed.

Acting on animal instinct, Hans grabbed Greta by the shoulders and yanked her around, her curvy hips pressed up against his crotch. She happily doubled over and spread her glistening pussy lips open letting his slippery cock fill her. She cried out in passion as Hans thrust his meaty cock back and forth, in and out, the tip of his cock butting against her cervix. Greta squeezed her vaginal muscles against his shaft and her fleshy ass slapped against his thrusts. Hans’ vision narrowed as he watched her cheeks bouncing against him with a single-minded focus. It was like he was a machine that ran on pure sexual pleasure. His whole being was locked into his dick sliding back and forth between Greta’s warm, soft legs.

At last, Greta tensed her body deliciously as she reached orgasm, her shouts echoing across the fields and distant mountainside. Something in Hans’s brain clicked and he pulled his cock out of Greta’s sopping pussy. She collapsed on the warm grass and lay there rolling in the sun and fondling her tits in post-orgasmic bliss. Hans had almost reached orgasm himself, but just before he could tumble over the edge, the pleasure receded into his balls and only served to make his prick harder and more sensitive. He was hornier than ever when a slender brunette approached.

“My turn now, right?”

Delirious with need, Hans lifted her up and she wrapped her long, smooth legs around his waist, her pussy lips swallowing his cock.

“Oh fuck! It’s even better than it loooooks!” The brunette cried, squirming against his shaft. Hans lost himself in a sea of pleasure as her full, perky tits bounced in his face as she rode him. It wasn’t long before she was braying in ecstasy, cumming on the monster cock inside of her and again Hans felt his orgasm slip back inside him, the cum thick in his balls.

For the rest of the morning, Hans worked his way through the throng of busty women, giving each one their due satisfaction. Greta eventually recovered from her post-coital daze and jumped back in line to ride Hans’ dork. Some of the girls, growing impatient, began shoving their muffs into the faces of whoever was currently getting worked over. Hans’ fail-proof cock had the girls so cum drunk, they eagerly lapped at whatever cunt was held in front of their mouths. The hills rang with the sound of women moaning and cumming and one man’s very frustrated groans.

“AAAHHH!” Hans roared as he pushed a dark-skinned, buxom beauty with voluminous dark hair over to her third orgasm. Most of the women were lying on their back now, staring up at the pretty sky, their minds lost in dreams of pleasure while their breasts swelled full. Hans was practically snorting, his mind nothing more than a rutting animal desperate for release.

Across the field, the fence opened and Annelie strolled forward with an oversized sun hat and a large metal pale.

“So dearies, how do we feel?” she asked teasingly. Hans moaned bestially and pranced around to show his frustration, his brain fired past the point of making words.

“Oh, dear! Yes, I imagine you must be feeling pent-up, bull.” She held up the bucket. “Well, we can fix that right now. Greta? Tamara? Michelle?”

Greta and two other girls raised their heads, their eyes glazed and unfocused after the marathon sex session. Annelie beckoned with her finger and the three women obediently followed. Then she reached down and grabbed Hans firmly by the cock.

“Follow me, everyone!”

She led her bull by the prick as the cows trailed behind. She marched them across the field to where a small wooden brace was set up by the side of the fence. The top of the wooden brace came up to Hans’ chest and had brown leather pads on top with a few leather straps.

“Our bull has been working so hard, he needs some relief. Tamara, Michelle, why don’t you make him comfortable?”

Tamara was a tall, statuesque, Latina with café-colored skin while Michelle was shorter with wide green eyes. Both girls were obviously under the effects of Annelie’s special cream tarts and were stacked beyond belief. They immediately cuddled up on either side of Hans, cooing and stroking his powerful arms, sandwiching his body between their ample bosoms.

Hans was so distracted by the girls’ titty cushion that he never noticed Annelie wrapping the leather straps around his forearms until he was secured down to the brace. He was leaning forward onto the leather pads forcing his torso to bend slightly.

Michelle and Tamara kept up their sensual assault while Annelie carefully placed the bucket a few inches in front of Hans’ dangling cock. She ran one manicured finger gently across his scrotum, now nearly swollen to the size of a cantaloupe and tight with cum.

“Greta dear, why don’t you help our darling bull out?” asked Annelie.

The entranced woman needed no further encouragement and sank to her knees in the soft grass, her hands stroking and squeezing the incredible cock in front of her. Hans started groaning and struggling helplessly against the leather straps as he felt the pressure of a hundred climaxes raging inside him. Greta continued to run both her hands up and down his slick cock while the two other women giggled and massaged their tits around his head and chest. Annelie watched the whole spectacle with a self-satisfied grin, her fingers playing with the delicate threads that laced up the front of her blouse.

“Doesn’t this feel wonderful, my bull?” She teased. “Maybe just too good? Wouldn’t you love to spurt all that wonderful, hot seed of yours? But you still have that pesky knot holding all your cum back don’t you?”

Michelle and Tamara’s hands wandered down Hans’ back, caressing the back of his balls and gently probing his anus. Annelie continued to twist her fingers around the bow knot in front of her cleavage, waiting for Hans’s eyes to focus on her.

“Getting so close now…so close…such a good, obedient, virile bull for Annelie…”

She grabbed the two ends of the bow, her blouse straining against the weight of her massive bust.

“Feel that knot in your balls beginning to get looser and looser.”

She started to pull at the ends of the knot, letting the silky cords slip farther apart.

“So much pressure building up…so hard to hold back…”

She pulled the knot farther and farther, her blouse stretching as she gave the knot more slack. Hans could see her erect nipples through the thin fabric.

“Closer and closer…harder and harder…looser and looser…ready to let it all go in 3…2…and 1…”

The knot came undone and Annelie stretched the front of her shirt over her giant breasts, letting them tumble out in front of Hans’ eyes.

Hans bellowed as his cock went off like a shotgun. Jets of thick, hot jizz splattered into the bucket. Greta squealed in delight and pumped his cock like a piston. He bucked and struggled against his restraints as more and more cum erupted from his balls and out of his dick. Pulse after pulse it came, squirting into the bucket with a metallic ring. The girls on either side of Hans giggled and shimmied their chests against his face, planting playful kisses on his cheeks. Annelie cooed at him and juggled her rack around.

Hans’ mind was eradicated by the unending waves of pleasure, any semblance of his humanity now draining out of his prick into the gallon of spunk between his feet. At last, the flow of cum began to ebb and Annelie reached down to give his cock one last grasping squeeze. She lifted the pale, now half-full with steamy hot cum and eyed it appreciatively.

“Mmm, what a lovely haul you gave me, bull. You’d be surprised how much of this delicious cream I need for my special treats. You’re going to be very valuable to me indeed.”

Hans slumped against the wooden brace nearly comatose from pleasure. Taking advantage of his dazed state, Annelie reached down and fastened a small leather harness and leash around the base of his cock and balls. She pulled the thin straps so the harness fit snugly around his package without cutting off circulation. Keeping hold of the leash, she reached into her cleavage to fetch her golden cowbell necklace.

DING!

“Chuck! Your mistress needs you here in the field!” She called.

Without wasting a second, Chuck appeared at the edge of the farmhouse and marched dutifully towards the field.

“Yes, Mistress?” he saluted.

Annelie handed him the leash to Hans’ harness and began to undo the straps holding his arms to the fence.

“Take our bull into the last stall in the barn. Away from the girl stalls. He’ll need his rest. I have a lot more menial tasks for him tomorrow. I think a strapping boy like him could chop firewood, no problem.”

Chuck tugged on the leash. Hans followed along meekly, his empty head wobbling on his shoulders. His cock, for the first time that morning, was finally flaccid looking like an oversized deflated party balloon. Chuck grimaced slightly, envious of Hans’ size even at rest. Hans followed Chuck’s lead like a sleepwalker, his eyes blank and unseeing.

“And come right back when you’re done!” Annelie called after Chuck. “The girls will need their daily milking session!” She turned to glance back at the women, all three of whom had fallen asleep in the warm sun, their smiling heads resting in each other’s pillowy boobs.