“Milking the Bull” is a great story about a
straight jock who is milked after signing up for a medical drug
experiment. The poor str8 dude is bound and tormented by the
male lab assistant while he is forced to cum over and over again
by a machine while suffering through tickle torture..
Milking The Bull
This is purely a work of fiction, based on a
drawing titled "Milking the Bull"
by Franco. Thank you Franco for inspiring this story.
Billy 'Bull' Olson was full of himself, no doubt
about it. The twenty year old college football jock had everything
going for him, all-American boy next door looks, a rep for being a
cleancut and straightforward guy, good grades and his family had
money. The only area that fell below his expectations was his social
life, not that Billy was unpopular, but he didn't have a lot of free
time to devote to dating, and very few girls were understanding if
you didn't fawn all over them constantly. Thus Billy currently found
himself between girlfriends and spent what free time he had with his
own right hand, which always seemed to know EXACTLY how to sate
Billy's libido. Still, Billy missed the way he could just lie back
and let someone else get his nut when he had a cooperative steady
who liked to suck. He just loved getting good head, of course very
few girls could take all of Billy's bountiful endowment, one of
those things that had earned him the nickname 'Bull'. Billy sprung
an erection with a nine inch length and a four inch girth when
aroused to his full tumescent glory, and one of his teammates had
once joked that it was a good thing he wasn't on the baseball team
because the pitcher might grab the wrong ball.
When one of his classmates told him that Doctor Gotthard of the Life
Sciences department was looking for healthy young male volunteers to
test the effects of a new potency drug he'd developed, it seemed
like the job was made to order for the six foot, one hundred ninety
pound, blond, blue eyed and very horny college jock. According to
his friend he'd be given the drug, after which he would be connected
to a machine which would induce orgasm and monitor his vital signs
throughout the procedure, and the Doc was going to PAY him for this!
Billy had applied for a position as one of the test subjects, a task
that included answering some very personal and pointed questions
which had actually made Billy blush. Of course Billy didn't think
he'd have been quite so embarrassed if it had been anyone other than
that bespectacled dweeb Isaac Tischler asking the questions, the
student research assistant was smirking at him throughout the
interview, and the rumors Billy had heard about Ike's sexual
preferences haunted his thoughts.
So now it was time for Billy's first scheduled session as a test
subject for the Doc's new wonder drug. Doctor Gotthard had directed
him to a cubicle where he was to remove all clothing below the
waist. Clad only in his letterman's shirt he emerged from the
cubicle, glancing with slight apprehension at the Doc's machine. He
was directed to take a seat on a saddle that extended from the front
of the Doc's monitoring equipment. His arms were drawn back over the
upper portion of the machine and his wrists were placed in
semicircular slots above the array of monitoring devices. The upper
portion was lowered and corresponding slots formed a complete
circle, clamping his wrists in place. Straps were placed around
Billy's waist, knees and ankles. The straps, explained the Doc, were
meant to keep him reasonably immobile, very important if they were
to get accurate readings about any physical stress the drug might
cause. Those binding his knees and ankles were attached to
adjustable metal struts which the Doc extended to their limit,
spreading Billy's legs wide. Reaching for the silicone sheath that
would encase Billy's penis, Gotthard's attention was drawn to the
doorway as Isaac Tischler entered.
"Ah Tischler my boy, there you are. Finish prepping Olson while I
check the equipment."
"Sure thing Doc." Winking at Billy, Ike Tischler picked the silicone
sheath up with his left hand and grasped the athlete's cock with his
right. Grinning, Ike allowed himself the liberty of giving Billy's
rod a few strokes before guiding it into the velvet embrace of the
Billy blushed under Ike's leering scrutiny, and Ike fondled the
letterman's heavy hangers. "All set Doc." Ike said, shifting his
gaze to Gotthard who was adjusting controls on the machine's
"Ah yes, good, good. Now then, we must have one orgasm from young
Olson here before we administer the drug so we can compare his
reactions before and after. As you'll have noticed, the sheath
encasing your penis has a tube attached to the end and leading to
these vials. Tischler will now attach a device that will send
vibratory pulses through your penis to induce orgasm, your seed will
be collected in the vials for analysis and your physical reactions
will be monitored and recorded by the machine for future
Ike clamped a metallic device around Billy's sheathed organ and
taking the opportunity to once again fondle the jock's balls.
Billy heard a hum of machinery and felt the first pulse vibrate
through his shaft as the metalic fingers and a vacuum like suction
transformed the silicone sheath into a voracious cocksucker, hungry
for his cum. He gnashed his teeth together, suppressing a groan as
Ike continued to tickle his nuts. "Nnnnngh."
"Oh feel free to moan if you must my boy. The room is quite
Dr. Gotthard assured him.
Billy did just that, letting out a long moan of pure ecstasy.
Between the machine's suction and Ike's fingers tickling his nuts
Billy quickly exploded as a powerful orgasm racked his body.
Starting with a tingling sensation in his tightly drawn balls which
spread throughout his body as his hard cock jerked spasmodically
within the encasing silicone sheath, launching his freshly milked
sperm on it's voyage to the waiting vials.
"Excellent performance young man!" Gotthard exclaimed. "Now to
administer my new drug and see how that effects your libido. While
the drug will be marketed in a pill form, we will inject you with a
hypodermic syringe to allow faster results."
Billy felt the cool caress of an alcohol soaked cotton swab followed
by the slight pinch of a needle as the Doc injected the drug into
his arm. As the drug took effect Billy felt an insatiable itch in
his balls and his cock throbbed almost painfully within the
suctioning sheath. He felt hot and horny, hornier than he'd ever
been in his twenty year life. He no longer felt embarrassment at
Ike's improper liberties, he only felt an overwhelming sexual need.
He was starting to enjoy Ike's tickling caress on his balls. "Ohhh
The verbal indication that Billy was really beginning to enjoy his
attentions encouraged Isaac to spider his fingers over Billy's taut
abdomen, dipping the tip of his index finger in the jock's deep
navel, eliciting a suppressed giggle. Ike's observation that Billy
seemed quite ticklish and the subsequent fantasy scenario it
inspired were interrupted by the Doc's voice.
"Oh my, Just look at these printouts! This is very interesting, very
interesting indeed. Tischler this is amazing, would you mind
monitoring the rest of this session by yourself while I examine this
data in my office?"
"Sure Doc, no problem." Ike stepped around to look at the printout
the Doc held. A brief glance told him the Doc would be pondering
over that data for hours, a mischievous smile crossed his features
as he contemplated the fun he could have, alone in this soundproof
room with the very ticklish jock.
Much the same line of thought had occurred to Billy and he flinched
reflexively as the Doc clamped his hand on his shoulder.
Gotthard never noticed the reaction, self absorbed with his
thoughts. "Good job lad, I'll leave you in Tischler's capable hands
for the remainder of this session. I must go over this data we've
collected already, I didn't expect such spectacular results."
Billy would have begged the Doc to stay but his second orgasm chose
that very moment to burst upon his senses, with a force more
powerful than the first by a factor of ten. "UuuuhngohhhfuuuckfuuuckFUUUCK!"
By the time he recovered from the incredibly intense orgasm, the Doc
had left the room and Ike stood before him with a sly grin on his
"Well now Olson, are you just a little bit ticklish hmm?" Ike
inquired, reaching for Billy's washboard abs.
"NO! I mean I'm not ticklish." Billy said, keeping a wary eye on
"Not even just a little bit, why don't we just give it a try?" Ike
asked, stroking his fingers lightly over Billy's vulnerable belly.
"Nnnnooohohoho DON'T DO THAT!"
"What's wrong, does that tickle?"
"Yes, YES IT TICKLES. STOP IT!" Billy pleaded.
"I don't think so, I was hoping for a chance like this, as a matter
of fact I even came prepared, just in case an opportunity such as
this arose. Don't run off now, I'll be right back." Ike teased the
Billy followed Ike's movement with his eyes as the bookish chemistry
major walked over to a backpack he'd carried when he arrived. He
watched with nervous tension as the nerd picked it up by the straps
and started toward him once more. Billy had no idea what was in that
pack but he didn't think he was going to like it, or maybe he was
afraid he'd like it too much. Thank God they were alone in a
soundproof room. Billy could just imagine what anyone would think if
they saw this, and he let out a nervous giggle at the picture it
brought to mind. There he was a six foot tall college jock, naked
except for his letterman's t-shirt and helplessly strapped into a
machine that was relentlessly bringing him closer to his third
orgasm, completely at the mercy of a five foot three, ninety-seven
pound, bespectacled Jewish boy with mousy brown hair and eyes to
Ike stopped directly in front of the football jock and rummaged
through his pack, pulling out a felt tipped marker. Tucking the
marker over his ear he pulled a pair of scissors out of his pack and
grasping the bottom of Billy's t-shirt he made several cuts,
stripping the jock of his remaining modesty. Ike paused then and
watched with great amusement as Billy's third orgasm came upon him,
racking his firm body with pleasure induced convulsions.
"You know," Ike whispered in Billy's ear, "I've heard that guys are
even more sensitive to tickling once they've cum. You should be REAL
fucking ticklish since you've cum three times. Why don't we find out
exactly how ticklish you are and where."
Billy noticed that the latter wasn't phrased as a question just as
Ike's fingers assaulted his ribs. "Nnnghnnnhnooohheeheeheehee!"
"Hmm ribs about an eight on a scale of one to ten." Ike observed,
drawing a number eight on Billy's flesh with his marker. He moved on
to Billy's bare belly, getting only a slightly more than moderate
reaction until he dipped his finger in the jock's navel.
Ike grinned like an impish twelve year old. "Belly six, button
nine." Ike stated, as he drew the two numerals, circling the
sensitive navel with the loop of the nine. He slid his exploring
fingers up the jock's torso, tweaking the nipples till they stood
erect and Billy was squirming to the extent his confining bonds
would allow, giggling and begging the nerdish Ike for mercy.
"Nipples a definite nine." Ike said, circling them like Billy's
navel with the loops of the nines. He concluded his exploratory
tickle tour of Billy's upper torso with an assault on the jocks
"UNNNGHAAAHAAHAAHAAHAOOOHFUCKINGODNOHHH!" Billy screamed.
"Fuck! That's a ten if I ever saw one." Ike crowed. The lush tufts
of hair sprouting from Billy's pits made it impossible to draw a
legible number there, forcing Ike to draw his numerals below the
sensitive pits. As a consolation he added small arrows to point out
the actual ticklish spot. Ike knelt in front of the helpless jock
who's bare feet were slightly raised above the floor and tilted
outward by his spread-legged position. He scraped the soft
vulnerable soles with his fingertips causing an eruption of a fresh
burst of laughter from the ticklish stud. "Another ten." Ike stated
and drew the appropriate numerals. Rising to his feet, Ike
experimented on Billy's inner thighs just below the jock's balls.
The reaction he received could only be classed as a nine and he
marked the spot accordingly. The nerd finished his quest to locate
and classify all of Billy's ticklish spots by testing the jock's
nuts and the flesh beneath his pubic bush, both proved to be tens on
the scale of ticklishness. Due to the excessive hairiness of those
areas, Ike had to repeat the procedure he'd followed to mark Billy's
The conclusion of Ike's classification coincided with the first
tingling sensations of Billy's impending orgasm, his fourth, deep in
the base of his balls. "UUUHUUUHUUUNGH I'm cumming, I'm cumming,
Ike dipped into his pack again, extracting a feather. He held it up
for Billy to see before lowering the tip towards his belly. Ever so
lightly he drug it across Billy's taut abs, smiling at the spasmodic
jerks and uncontrolled giggling his actions evoked. He transferred
his attentions to Billy's inner thighs, stroking one then the other
with the tip of his feather. Returning his attention to Billy's taut
belly, Ike circled the jock's deep navel cavity, his feathery
strokes drawing closer to the rim of the sensitive crater with each
orbit. Billy went spastic when he finally dipped his feather in the
"Ooohooohaahhahaha please don't, STAHHAHAHOP!"
"What was that you said, please don't stop? Don't worry, I wasn't
Ike continued to tease Billy's belly button, at the same time
reaching up to skitter his fingers across the jock's ribs and up
into his dripping pits. The tickle attack took Billy's overworked
balls over the edge, bringing on his fifth orgasm.
Billy lost track of his orgasms at that point. He couldn't have told
anyone just how many times he'd cum. He knew he'd cum again and
again after the fifth time, but he was so lost to the sensations of
Ike's tickling and the machine's relentless milking combined with
the libido enhancing effect of the Doc's new drug that he could only
surrender to the blissful torture, losing all sense of time and
conscious thought. His body seemed to be one giant network of nerves
and they all led straight to his nuts! He vaguely recalled the
multiple orgasms that wracked his body after the fifth and the
ceaseless tickling that accompanied them, but the details were
blurred up until the final and most intense orgasm Billy had ever
His body was coated by a sheen of sweat by this time and Ike's
expert fingers were gently tweaking his erect nipples. He was
moaning nonstop in his ecstatic delight, except when Ike's tickling
elicited gales of hearty laughter, like now for instance as Ike dug
his fingers into his pits again. There was a brief pause, almost
allowing Billy to catch his breath. Then the final assault on his
Ike gently clasped the fingers of his left hand around Billy's tight
scrotum, simultaneously attacking the jock's pubes with the soft
bristles of a household paint brush. Ike knew that the effects of
the drug had nearly run their course, this next orgasm would be the
final one they could coax out of the jock and Ike intended to make
the most of it. He had purposely avoided these two ultrasensitive
spots in all of his previous tickling, now he concentrated all of
his efforts on them as the machine brought Billy ever closer to his
climax. While the jock may have lost track of how many times he'd
come, Ike knew exactly. Billy was about to achieve his twelfth
orgasm in the three hour period he'd been under the drugs influence.
"OHAHHAHA OHNOOHHOHO NOT THERE! I AHHAHAHA CAN'T HAHAHA STAND HAHAHA
IT! I'M GONNA CUM! OH FUUUCK I'M GONNA CUM!
UUUHUUUHUUUHUUUHNOHGODI'MCUMMING!"Billy went limp in the restraining
straps of the machine, sweat glistened from every pore of his sex
Ike gently extracted the jock's semirigid cum slick cock from it's
sheath, giving the cherry red shaft a final loving stroke and
sucking the traces of the jock's ball juice off his fingers. He took
a towel and rubbed the sweaty jock down like a racehorse at the end
of the Kentucky Derby. The Doc came back into the room just as he
finished towelling the jock down.
"All finished? My goodness what happened to your shirt?" Gotthard
asked, eyeing the shredded pieces on the floor.
"He got a bit overheated and the only way we could get it off
without disconnecting the monitoring devices was to cut it." Ike
"Yeah." Billy agreed.
"Oh, well give me the printouts. I can't wait to see the results!"
Gotthard grabbed the proffered results and hurried out of the room
Ike watched him go and then turned back to Billy with his still cum
slick dick. "Need a hand cleaning that up?" He asked, holding up
another syringe full of the Doc's drug.
Billy followed Ike's gaze to his semihard cock. "How about a mouth
instead?" He asked, grinning at the nerd.
"That can be arranged!" Ike answered with a smile.