Taken And Tickled

BIEBER SAUCE

by TakenAndTickled

'And this is where the magic happens!' said the supervisor as he led me into the Extraction Room.

As a new employee of "The Creamery" I was required to attend an induction day, which included a tour of the infamous milking facility. My supervisor was eager to show me how one of their newest products was made.

"Bieber Sauce" was fast becoming a popular condiment among the facility's perverted customers, enjoyed for its rich creamy consistency and tangy flavour that made it the perfect accompaniment for burgers, steaks, salads, fries, nachos, pasta dishes, etc. A highly versatile savoury sauce, whether as a mayo substitute, (I'd personally found it great in a homemade slaw,) a delectable dip, or just to add an extra depth of flavour to a bowl of chilli.

The first thing that hit me as we entered the Extraction Room was the unmistakable aroma of that succulent sauce, which made my mouth water before I'd even laid eyes on Justin, clamped down spread-eagle on his back across the table, naked, sweating, gazing up at the ceiling in a sexual stupor, twitching uncontrollably. His erect cock was sticking straight up, inserted into a pump which was vigorously jerking him off while connected to an industrial milking machine, squelching and slurping as it mechanically sucked out spurt-spurt-spurt of fresh sauce, and automatically collecting it all up into empty jars, one jar after another, ready to be sealed and labelled.

'Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!' The bull on the table grunted and panted hysterically through his large ball gag as his throbbing cock surrendered an intermittent flow of gooey nut for the pump. Two powerful vibrators were pressed up against his heavy balls. E-stim pads were stuck to his tender nipples. A probe was inserted deep in his ass. Two men patiently wafted feathers up and down the soles of his bare feet, his toes wriggling as he flinched against his restraints. A third man tickled his armpits, causing him to snort and shake his head, scowling angrily.

'He really hates being tickled,' said the supervisor, 'but it does help to coax out that extra little bit of milk!'

'Nrrrrgh! Rrrngh, nugh, ngh!' Justin became increasingly agitated as he unwillingly gave up a big thick load, erupting from his raw slit into the pump, each drop of fresh sauce sucked along the tube into the jar.

'We keep him fed on a diet of fruit and nuts,' explained the supervisor. 'That's the secret to the distinctive tanginess our "Bieber Sauce" is famous for. An hourly top-up of stimulating aphrodisiac drugs helps to keep him nice and productive, although he's such a horny stud anyway. We can keep him churning out that nut butter for hours at a time. Good thing he's such a reliable cummer!'

'Unnngh! Rrrgh! Uggh, nuugh!' Justin raged from the table, his fists clenched defiantly, teeth bared and grinding against his ball gag.

'Still got plenty of fight in him too!'

'Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!' As the pads pulsated against his nips, and the vibrators jiggled his balls, and the probe buzzed in his hole, and the men mercilessly tickled his pits and feet, Justin winced and shuddered, powerless to prevent his own cock from shooting another stringy spurt-spurt-spurt of cum into the pump. He weakly lifted his head to look across the room in horror at the trolley of jars filled with white "sauce". No matter how many jars of the stuff he'd seen--and he'd seen a lot these last few weeks--it always grossed him out and made him even more determined to resist, to fight back, to try and break free and escape the relentless masturbation and forced milking.

'Ah, here you go,' said the supervisor, handing me the freshly-filled jar straight from the milking machine. 'No, you keep it. Perk of the job. Don't worry - he's got plenty to spare.'