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Cale thought the Milkman would only come by his apartment, but he was wrong.
The man in white, with a handsome and chiseled face, looked at him through the train’s window glass. An eerie smile cracked on the milkman’s face, breathing on his neck and his hand touching his waist.
He thought he’d finally have his break from that nonstop, ruthless sex, but now he saw the milkman’s hand caress and land on his crotch. The other hand went inside his shirt, to his nipple, and pinched it firmly to the point he almost cried out inside the train.
He nervously buckled down. He felt something on his nipples—a piercing.
“Plea…. "Se… I have… work…” he begged.
The milkman smiled and unbuttoned his pants. The milkman slipped his hand in, poking at his hole. He felt a capsule being inserted inside. One became two, and two became three until there were five capsules inserted inside him.
He tried to squeeze it out, but the Milkman blocked his hole with his finger. He squirmed. The capsules were slowly dissolving inside him. Some sort of chillingly warm liquid spread inside him.
“I won’t touch you today,” the milkman whispered.
Cale yelped the moment the crystal anal beads were inserted into him. It was a bit huge and as long as the milkman's. He adjusted himself to accommodate the beads. A strap was simultaneously fastened on him.
His pants fell just above his knees, but it appears that no one noticed, considering how packed the train is right now.
His cock and balls were securely tied by the cock rings attached at the end of the beads. After securing the toys on him, the milkman satisfiedly smiles. He pulled Cale’s pants and dressed him neatly as if nothing had happened.
Cale’s asshole twitches trying to accommodate the girthy beads. He felt like his asshole was wide open and anytime he could shit there and embarrass himself.
The doors opened and he was pushed outside the train. He looked back, but the Milkman wasn’t there anymore.
He decided to go to the restroom to take off the toys, but it only ended miserably considering the strap was made with a metal sheet covered with leather, not to mention it has a lock, a metal lock. He tried destroying it but stopped because it's sturdy and a waste of time.
"Fuck," he curses and resigns to his fate.
“It’s just this afternoon.” he can go home immediately and seclude himself.
But everything fell apart even before he could plan.
Inside the board meeting, the Milkman was standing there posing as a bodyguard.
Just how many gigs does he have?
He was standing across from him while he sat down on the lone seat at the very back.
He nervously watched the Milkman smile at him.
He felt like prey inside a cage. He sweated and subconsciously stiffened, causing his body to tremble and squeeze the beads inside him. He let out a gasp, low not to be caught, but the moment he raised his gaze, the Milkman was once again wearing a devilish smile.
The meeting ended with Cale running out of the building for his life. But he was immediately caught and dragged into a white van. There, his arms and legs were strapped to the handgrips on either side of the car. Cale glanced at the milkman, who wore a smile on his face.
“I’m going to change it,” then yanks the beads from Cale.
He cried but his cries were stopped by the Milkman’s fingers.
The strap was removed, freeing Cale’s bulging cock.
Soon, the milkman took an ice block and pulled out a whitish-looking, ice-sculpted cock.
“I went so far as to make you cum ice cream.” The dark chuckles were followed by the plunging cock like ice cream. Cale couldn’t help but tense up, squeezing the ice sculpture tightly.
The veins and girth were similar to the Milkman's, but the coldness was not.
Cale couldn’t help but piss. He squirted right at Milkman’s face, but the lunatic opened his mouth and enjoyed the moment, drinking Cale’s cum with piss like a hungry madman.
“You squirted. I haven’t inserted it fully yet.” The milkman smiled and pushed the sculpture roughly, earning one long scream from Cale. Cale heaved; he felt as if his body gave up. The sculpture was pushed even further deep inside him.
“Now… time to go home.” The Milkman removed his sleeves and went to the driver’s seat. He watched Cale twitch. Hips rocking, feeling the cold from both inside and the air conditioner. His skin turned pinkish red.
He wants to devour him right after coming back to the house.
“Nggh! ” Cale struggled, his anus twitching. He wants to push it out but his insides were already numbed from being burned by the cold. But what made him tense and twitch was the feeling of some liquid dripping from his asshole, all within the sight of the Milkman’s rear mirror. The milkman’s arms swung wide and reached for Cale’s bottom. He pokes his fingers and pushes the sculpture back inside.
He had to endure feeling the slickness of the cum dripping down his crack. He twitched, moved his hips, and felt the cold air of the car’s air conditioner.
Soon, the van came to stop. Cale was brought somewhere other than his house. It was a house in the middle of nowhere.
The milkman went down from the van and moved swiftly to open the door where he was. His hands and feet were freed before he was taken by the milkman and carried like a sack of rice.
His bottom is still exposed.
He didn’t fight back, knowing it would be futile.
The interior was spacious. The milkman continued to walk and went upstairs to the 3rd floor. Cale was dumped on the huge circular bed.
He went on his fours to move away, but the slick ice cream cock slipped from his asshole, making him twitch like no other. He could feel his own hole twitch, trying to close itself from the sudden emptiness.
"No…" he panicked. At his behest, the milkman was enjoying the show.
He grabbed a bottle full of his cum and slammed it inside Cale. Not enough; the milkman took off his belt and placed it right on Cale’s neck.
Cale screamed. Feeling the familiar coolness of the cum that is being fed into his hole.
He could feel the bottle of cum emptying itself in his asshole.
The lewd sound of something being gulped down echoed inside the room.
“You tame quite a dog.” Another man dressed in a milkman's uniform entered. An old man, no—better be a handsome old man. Slicked hair, a benign smile that gave Cale the shivers of a lifetime.
“Didn’t think you’d play with a man.”
“Beautiful than any other," the milkman replied.
The older milkman smiled; he took off his gloves and went near Cale. He shuddered and hoped to evade the touch but the cold crisp slap on his buttcheeks made him shudder to the front.
“Quite responsive," the old man smiled, “can I touch?”
“Please do so.”
Hearing the milkman’s voice made Cale fear what was to come to the point he subconsciously pushed the bottle in his ass. His filled hole began squirting the cum out.
What made him scream was not the embarrassment but the huge cock that plunged right in, even though he’s convulsing and squirting what's inside him out.
“Ugh. So hot.” The old man let out a laugh. Shoving his cock even deeper even though the spasming inside kept rejecting his manhood. The cum continued to squirt out, though he had already plugged such a hole.
It dripped and trickled down the soft white flesh and stained the white milkman’s uniform.
Cale was about to shove the old man away but the older milkman grabbed his arm and held it tightly on his back. The young milkman raised his head, and a kiss met his lips. He yelped when he felt something heavy attached to his nipples.
“Quite sensitive.” The milkman pulled the chain connecting the nipples to Cale’s mouth.
Milkman took off his pants and briefs, a huge studded beaded cock on display.
Cale almost cried in terror. It wasn’t like this before!
He felt the old man pull out and turned him around, back on the mattress. The milkman grabbed his legs up and inserted his studded-beaded cock in. Cale screams in pure ecstasy. The feeling of the cold piercings and beads scratching his insides made him crazy.
He couldn’t help but let out choked moans.
It became even more choked when the old man sat on his face and trapped his arms underneath the legs and nudged him to massage his balls with his tongue.
“Now lick it.”
Cale didn’t want it at first but the moment the milkman made his movements, he shivered, almost wanting to scream but muffled by another huge cock right on his face.
His tongue scraped the balls by chance but the next thing he did was bite on it, muffling his scream and making the older milkman groan in ecstasy.
He continued to heave and breathe in the manly, lewd scent.
The piercing scraped his insides, and the beads poked on places that gave him the shivers. He didn’t know what was painful; even his nipple that was being pulled hard didn’t matter anymore.
He gagged. Screamed and moved his hips and head the way they want. Ecstasy taking over.
Milkman continued to slam himself slow and hard, making the piercing scrap that bloated inside filled with cum.
Cale shivered; he continued to cum and cum until he squirted with nothing but piss.
The only moment the two milkmen let him go was when he collapsed and fainted. As Cale lay there, the chaotic sounds of the night faded into a distant echo, leaving only the heavy silence of his racing heart. The sensations of pleasure and pain blurred into one another, creating a surreal afterglow that he couldn’t quite comprehend.
But he could remember how they smiled and said, “let us in every time we deliver.”
Cale could only answer okay.
He felt a strange mix of trust and vulnerability as their words lingered in his mind. In that moment, he realized he was caught in a web of unspoken promises, where the lines between reality and fantasy began to intertwine.
he… wants more.
.
.
.
It's itchy.
Cale began to squirm.
After that day of pleasure, Cale seemed unable to calm down anymore.
It’s itchy. But he doesn’t know where. He almost wound himself up by scratching so frantically.
“My stomach feels itchy.”
He couldn’t help it.
He can’t.
He could only finger himself but groan in frustration.
Not enough.
More… he wants more.
DING DONG!
Cale looked outside and saw the familiar smiling man.
“Delivery.”
He gulped.
He didn’t hesitate to open the door. Mouth wide open, Legs trembling.
A hand around his waist, reaching for his entrance. Poking that entrance playfully, while pressing the pressure point of his balls.
“Let me in.”
The husky voice echoed dangerously.
"I'll milk you, nice and warm."
"hm."
It was another day filled with bottles of warm milk.
AUTHOR: Enjoy kekekeke