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Even Cowgyrls Get the Blues!
Gay interr trans morph
TJ Ryder
date
year 2054
Place
New South African republic of Obeah.
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pic 1
The lightning and heavy rain lit up the grim brick
building of the orphanange, its placque the only bit
of ornamentation on its street-facing side except
for long, high narrow windows
Ojobango Banto Mali Est 2025
Inside the cavernous functional dormitory, among
the rows of bunk beds, some shapes were moving and talking.
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Under one bunk bed two white boys with blonde hair, very
typical of the graduating class of Ojobango Orphanage, two were
sitting on the same lower bunk using a small light as they
looked through a book! One was nude, and the other was wearing
a skimpy lace pair of panties, evening clothing standards
for white male orphans in the tropical country.
"Well of course not stupid!" Timmy laughed at Coley's
reference to his question in class.
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Coley was kind of pissed. "All I asked was what career plan
to choose to get a full fledged citizenship. I want to travel,
go to America where maybe I have relatives! And all I got
was this book!"
"I know, but your'e looking in the wrong section!"
"What?"
Timmy leaned down from his upper bunk and turned the pages
of the careers book to the back section.
Coley stared at it with astonishment!
"This is for girls!"
"More specifically, sheboys! or T-gyrls, ladyboys, lots of
kinds!"
"I didn't know there were this many varieties! But I'd still
have to be a girl!"
"Like you have a choice! What else is a white sissy without any
family or clan protection going to do in Obeah?"
"I'm not a sissy and I'm not going to be a girl!" Timmy shrugged
as he looked at the varieties.
'Well, this is the only way for a first class citizenship!
Wwhere you can vote or travel and inherit property for a white boy.
Not only that but you need to get an apprenticeship for one
of the professions to pay for the cosmetics and training. And that
takes a minimum of four years to pay it off!"
Coley put his hand over his eyes thinking of it!
"Sheesh, gets better and better!"
"Don't worry, you'll be able to choose lots of different positions;
all of us here are pre selected you know. Anyway, meet any interesting
studs in school today?"
"I don't want to talk about it!"
"You can't go to the homecoming dance as a boy anyway and that's
mandatory!" Coley was hoping he'd be gone before the dance and
avoid having to choose.
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The dorm rules were very explicit, but some of the white boys
managed to slip out at night for dates with the local Zulu studs,
but so far Coley decided not to partake. There were at least five
basic types of shemales. The first three were not much more than
transvestites, boys in girls clothing, maybe some easy cosmetics,
which wasn't too hard to pull off because they were all preselected
as good candidates to be passable ladyboys. But they still stayed
second class citizens, even though it appeared that maybe half the
boys had chosen that route. But they didn't really want to travel
as much as he did.
A full fledged transgender was a ten year commitment after he
got accepted and that was too long and he liked being a boy, sort of
anyway.
A basic shemale had some cosmetics so he could pass wearing less clothes
but he still kept his genitals, and that was a 4 year commitment
too to pay it off.
But as he looked through that section, he found a category that
only required a 2 year commitment after he got the changes.
A cowgyrl? 'What was that?' he wondered, and his jaw dropped. The
model looked just like a basic shemale with breasts and rather oversize
genitals, except, oh my gosh, the breasts were not only real but
functional. He could produce milk with them! A cowgyrl!.....
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One year later!
Working at the MilkBar at the capital!
The teenage cowgyrl sighed as he/she sat at his dressing table
applying some no-smudge lipstick. Shaking his head as he looked
at the other cowgyrls who were older, he turned to another white
Obean boy from a different academy who had worked at the Milkbar
for the last two years, and before that at the BullMilker downtown.
He smiled at his reflection, remembering that day when
the final cosmetics were done and he stood naked in front of
a mirror, shaking his head
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Coley added some eye shade in the mirror and groaned,
giving himself a last look in the mirror and put his
hands on the edge of the dressing table and stood up.
"Oh boy!" he felt himself swaying forward in his heels
with his forty d cup breasts swollen with milk, but also
his inflated genitals. He adjusted his cap, brushed
his hair around his horns, and adjusted his flimsy
panties and bra, and turned, keeping his hands slightly in
back sacs. Following two other 'cowgyrls' out, seeing
at least the absence of a frown from the Maitre D as he inspected
all the cattle, he walked out into the main room seeing
several full tables and some single tables already, plus
the main room was surrounded by shadowy alcoves with string
bead curtains for more privacy, where the host and maitre d
guide the guests who need more than the usual service.
Mmmmm, he sighed, primed and horney as usual during the
beginning of a shift. Most of the guests were big black
zulus but there were some couples, zulus and white females,
dressed up, showing low cut tops, shapely bare thighs.
Oh brother, so embarassing, he thought.
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The first thing he did was take over for the hostess who
had to take a break, and that was always at least an ego boost.
He got several flirtatious glances and some obscene
remarks right away, but he had gotten somewhat used to that,
as he smiled politely, welcoming the mostly big black bulls
who were the mainstay of all milkbars. But then after Jules/
Julie returned he checked on his own section of tables.
All the waitresses were white or asian cowgyrls at this
milkbar, and there was a certain section to serve actual food
too, because they did serve some food there; mostly food that
went with the special 'sauce'. However, most customers only
came in for the food that was parading around in maid caps
and high heels. So the first thing he did was go to the
tables he served, only three of which were occupied because
it was early, and saw that one couple had an order.
Sighing and blushing he approached the big black bull
sitting besides a young lovely blonde girl as they both
smirked at his approach.
"Are you ready to order, sir and madame?"
The beautiful blonde put a hand to her mouth and
giggled.
"It talks, honey! I thought they just mooed or something!"
"It's not really a farm animal babe, well, haw, haw, I guess
in a way you are, aren't you kid?"
Coley blushed a little at that, forcing a smile.
"Um, you can address me however you please, sir!
The first cowgyrls did moo but they changed that so the
customers could talk to them."
"Yes, haw haw, cowboy, or gyrl, whatever, hee hee!" Coley just
blushed more and smiled. He had his name on a name tag
but only the regulars used that.
"Is that a real tail!" the girl giggled.
"Um, no madame, just sewed on to the back!"
"Iv'e never seen a white boy in Obeah before, darling. I mean
it is a white boy? Not an animal, right honey? Or were you a girl
cow and they turned you into a white cowgyrl?"
Coley had to smile at that. "I am a white boy, madame, or I was!
This modification is the career path I chose to get my citizenship!"
"See honey, you can't get this back in the states.
Talk to the animals before you eat them for dinner!" They both
laughed at that while Coley just waited them out, but when
he realized they were from the states he wanted to ask them
questions, but thought of what Jamahl had warned me about.
"Well, um, sir, and madame, I can come back later if
your'e still undecided!"
"Wait, haw, you just deliver white stuff right? Milk
and sperm, and you look like your'e carrying a load!"
"I am, sir, we call it sweet and salty! The milk is a little
sweet, and the, um, sperm, is kind of salty. And the appetizer
list shows the various dishes we serve that go with each!"
"Mmmm, what do you think honey?"
She glanced at the menu. "I'd like a glass of milk,
and ooh, look, oysters with onion rings!"
"Madame, the oysters would go better with sperm!"
"He's right, honey!"
"Wow, that would be so strange," she said. "(giggle) I haven't
tasted a white cock since high school! What do I do
then, I just blow him here at the table in front of
everyone?"
"No, I don't think so, besides you swore you'd never
touch a white cock again!"
"So true, I really don't want to, but I suppose I'd wonder
what those big, animal balls are packing!"
"Um," Coley felt he had to add some information
wishing they weren't tourists and having to
explain it all,
"This is family hour, madame, and contact
is not permitted between guests and staff. So I'll order
two glasses of milk and oysters and return then?"
The man nodded and he turned as they laughed at his naked
butt in his tiny thong. When he got to the kitchen window,
he placed the order. John came by for a pickup.
"Place is getting busy! I saw that mega blonde, wish It
was my table!"
"Tourists," he replied, "and she looks grabby!"
"Probably rich too, remember the customer is always right!"
"I know," he sighed, returning to the table with some
glasses, plates and the oysters.
"Okay, sir and madame," he smiled, putting the plates down
and lifting up a glass, "I should explain that in Obeah, madame,
the rules are we serve the male first!"
"Oh, okay, why though?"
Her big lover smiled, "It's a very male dominated culture
honey. Think of it, have you even seen a black native female?"
"You know I haven't, where are they? I mean the native males are
all so big and hunky, of course not like you darling," she smiled and
took his huge hand as he laughed.
"Yeah, well, they don't go to places like this, where
infidels and foreigners and white people are allowed, I know it's
kind of strange but it's there country. Is that about right, boy?"
"Yes sir, I was born here and Iv'e only seen maybe a dozen
native women in my life!"
"Wow, well, what do the single native males do then, how do
they meet them?"
"Oh, they have traditional means, ceremonies, but you don't
see them even on the street normally!"
"I also heard Obean males divide into alphas and betas since
ancient times. Pretty strong homosexual culture but it's hidden!"
Coley was squeezing milk from his right breast into the glass
and concentrating.
"That right boy? I see some bulls in this room checkin you
out instead of my babe here! I figured I'd have to worry
about taking her anywhere!"
"It's, um, excuse me sir, just filling this up. It's very
safe here in the capital city sir! But, well, your'e right!"
"Wow, a pretty boy like you must have a lot of boyfriends!"
the girl teased. "Or do you find having boobs and horns a
handicap?"
He shrugged and smiled, putting the glass down by the man
and taking up the other one and switching breasts. The left
breast was always a little difficult to get going on his shift!
"It has good and bad points," he said, trying to be neutral.
"What's the matter, boy, that boob not working?"
"I always have trouble getting started, sir! Be just a
second!"
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"I think I know the problem darling, he's wearing clothes
and its binding him. Feel that!" Coley started when she reached
over and cupped his big balls.
"Haw, look at dis cock, ah think it's swellin because he's
lookin at dose fahn titties in dat dress, babe!" Then he too
cupped his cock, making him inflate.
"Pl-please sir, madame, I have trouble controlling when you...!"
"That must be it, dear, he should be naked like a farm
animal should be, don't you think? I mean it's silly for
a creature like this to be embarassed. If you were naked, boy
I think you'd do better!"
Coley sighed, remembering the customer is always right,
and put down the glass, and peeled off his clothes
and blushed for some reason even more standing naked in front
of the fashionably dressed couple. But somehow he filled her
glass, and then he grasped his erection and aimed it at the bowl
of oysters mixed with onion rings. 'Concentrate,' he told
himself, but he was distracted when the woman drained her
glass of his milk and reached up and put it under
his left nipple, and then tweaked the breast, and the
man was also feeling him up pretty good, giving him
encouragement but also smacking his lips over his warm
milk and brushing his penis and hip with his hand.
'control, control,' he gasped, trying to concentrate on
having a regulated orgasm, enough for one serving, and it
was going to be his first of the night and he was soo pent up.
"That she blows," she squealed with delight as the first
spurt passed over the bowl and splattered all over the table!
The other cowgyrls and guests looked over and smiled or laughed.
Two more spurts and he was finally getting some in the bowl,
and his breasts were also spraying, getting milk and sperm spray
on both customers, the woman opening her pretty mouth and rubbing
the sperm into her breasts, then licking her lips. Practically
filling the bowl with too much sperm, his spasms died down,
as he was red faced, sweating heavy.
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"You were right honey, only a farm animal cums like that,
it can't even control itself!"
"S-sorry, (gasp) madame!" He groaned as Jamahl walked over
and smiled diplomatically.
"I'm sorry, sir and madame, this cow is new to the Milkbar!"
"I guess so, ruined my woman's dress and my suit!" he was still
licking sperm and milk drops with his tongue though.
"The Milkbar will be happy to pay for cleaning and of course
the dinner is complimentary. If you would like to stay I'll
send over another cow!"
"Um, I think we might as well finish, darling!" his blonde
said, dipping an onion ring into his warm sperm and slipping it
into her mouth!
Walking back to the kitchen in front of Jamahl holding his
clothes, Coley looked back.
"Sorry sir, they kept touching me and all, and I just couldn't
help it; but theyr'e still there eating!"
"Don't bother to dress, bossy!"
Coley sighed, "downstairs?"
"Let's go! If this were the end of the shift I'd
whip you!"
"Yes sir!"
Soon he was naked on his knees in front of a urinal
in the mens room, his hands cuffed to a pipe over his head.
'It could be worse,' he thought. The real problem was kneeling
on the tile floor and feeling the rim of the urinal in his back.
Jamahl would of course alert the black milkbar workers
to use him and the first one who entered with a grin was
Mutabe.
"Guess you done fucked up, boy?"
He looked up with a weak smile, "remember I still
have to finish my shift, Mutabe!"
"Just lookin to unload, sissy!"
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"Thank you sir!" he said, relieved. He drank
three loads of piss from different staff workers, thanking
them sincerely each time. One staff member, Louis,
made him suck him off after he pissed, which he was grateful
for, needing the protein plus that act of being used
as a urinal always made him so sub and horney.
The first guest came in half an hour later, and it
was the man from the couple he had shamed himself over.
He heard Jamahl talking to him as he held the door open.
"Feel free to use him any way you like sir, and again
the Milkbar is sorry for any problems! I'll make sure your'e
not disturbed. Let me know if you need anything!"
"I will!" he said, and stood grinning down at the
kneeling boy, who looked up, half smiling.
"Ah have to admit, ah lahk the policy here!"
"Um, sir, it was just an accident!" but his eyes
were moving down to the swollen crotch at eye level,
bulging with a long thick indentation.
"Yo lookin at mah bulge, bossy, that what they call
you, farm animal? Ah always wanted to have mah own slave
animal!"
Soon he was almost naked himself, and the first thing
he did was surprising to Coley. He turned his muscular
shiny black buttocks to his face.
"Dat's it bossy, haw haw, lick out dat buttcrack lahk
a good cow, haw haw!"
Moaning, his own cock throbbing now, Coley ran his tongue up
his sweaty, butt crack, pausing a little as his tongue touched
his pink anus, trying to kiss and lick, the urinal and his
fastened hands preventing him from deep kissing.
"Mmm, slurp, kiss, kiss, mmmm, Master," he gasped,
"I can't really do a good job in this position! "
"Ah feel dat so what we do?"
"Did Jamahl give you the key to my cuffs!"
"Yup, yo ain't gwine to run on me if ah unlock you,
are you?"
"Oh, of course not, sir!"
"Betta not, ah beat yo down if you do!" Soon he
was unlocked, and moved out a little, and used his hands
now and arched his back more.
"Thank you sir!" he smiled, giving each muscular butt cheek
a soft kiss first!
"Haw, yo anxious to do this ainchu, animal?"
"mmm, kiss, Ohhh yes sir!" Soon he spread his cheeks
wide and as he slowly worked and sucked and licked his way
up his crack, he was able to softly kiss and lick the pink
ring, and finally, slip his tongue in, swirling deeply.
"Awwwwhhhffffffuckkkkkk!" the man moaned, "Awfuckkk!"
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Coley was ready for that, reaching around the grasping
the thick base of the cock preventing a premature explosion,
even though his hand wouldn't fit around the massive mulsing
shaft. Now that it was safe he could deep tongue the big black
bull safely, in and out, slurping and sighing, his own cock
drooling now.
But the big man couldn't take any more and he roughly
spun around, Coley gasping at the huge black drooling cock
aimed at his mouth, as he opened wide. He was just aware
of Jamahl poking his head in, impatient he knew for him
to continue his shift, but wanting to satisfy the guest.
It didn't take long, not the kind of long cock worship
he loved to make, knowing the bull was seconds from blowing
his load in his worshipping mouth. He relaxed his throat
muscles as the bull roughly used his horns to move his head
back and forth, and deepthroated him.
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"Awyeahhhhhhh!" The first burst deep in his throat
almost gagged him, some ran out of his nose, but he caught
up as spurt after vigorous spurt filled his mouth, as he
swallowed and sighed. Finally, he was lovingly kissing and
licking the cock and balls clean. The sweaty black man
sighing. Coley wondered as he was licking the slit clean
why he wasn't using that beautiful blonde but it wasn't
his business, he was just glad to get that load.
"Awfuck, ah getta go!"
Coley sucked in his breath, still on his knees, his own
big cock drooling to the tile floor, his face red.
"What is it boy! Still want something?" He yanked up
his pants and moved to stand in front of the mirror, checking
his pants front because he had stained his groin area
a little himself, much like his blonde bimbo had saturated
her own panties as she had dinner.
"Um, just one thing, master!"
"What!"
Coley smiled as he shuffled over to him, "your shoes
need shining!"
"Haw haw haw," he laughed as Coley began licking his expensive
Italian leather. Jamahl popped in.
"Come on boy, break's over, get yo ass out dere!"
He looked up, sighing, "Yes sir! Thank you!"
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Some nights went better, some worse, he got hit on a lot
by horney guys, and wondered about that big black American
tourist, having had fantasies.
In his dreams he thought the man left his blonde woman
for him and they lived in the capital in his luxurious hotel room
instead of his little room in a rooming house for cowgyrls and
other white boys, sharing a single bathroom, and brought him
back to America with him. But he never returned! Johh
warned him not to have any expectations like that.
And why should he return? he thought with a frown? The
last time he saw him he was licking his shoes with his sperm
still in his throat. How could anyone have respect for someone
who did that, with milk filled boobs and horns and parading around
naked in front of strangers every night.
It wasn't that he didn't have offers, but none of them were
serious, but sometimes on a slow night, his tits still full,
his balls aching for relief, he would take a chance.
Three broke, black servicemen who only had enough money
for a glass of milk hung around and pitched at him, inviting him
to a party after his shift. He merely smiled, saying perhaps,
but when the shift ended he dressed, said goodbye to John and
his other workmates, they were waiting by the employee exit
holding a cab and all smiling. They seemed like nice guys,
and he was still packed and full and horney, and they promised
to drive him home after the party.
So he was in the back seat making out with three big young
black bulls, two also in their teens. And the party was at
a seedy motel room with just them and a couple bottles of JD # 7
and his antenna was up but not as high as his cock, as they took
turns on him, then double teamed him, then triple teamed him.
He tried to get them to slow down, but they overwhelmed him
and his own body betrayed him.
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But at 2 am, he was getting tired, and kind of sore,
and it had been a long day, so he smiled, his face on the
belly of one man, sperm from his mouth drooling on his flat
muscles. He slurped it up, and sighed.
"Thank you, guys, I think I have to call it a night though!"
He didn't hear any response, but did notice two still hard
cocks bobbing as one moved to pick something up.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, he smiled, "I'd appreciate
that ride back to my place though, if...!" that's when he saw
the mean grins and the paddle.
"Ah bet a good spankin on that butt get him primed up
again!"
"Ah bet after ten whacks he beggin fo mo meat!"
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"Actually, " he smiled, licking his lips, trying not to
look at the door, only a few feet away, "it always did kind of
turn me on!" It was true, but only in the beginning; it scared
him to think of them wanting to do that after having all gotten
off at least once. His clothes were all over the place, and he
at least needed his raincoat to get back to his place without
getting gang raped or arrested for indecent exposure.
"I just have to use the facilities first, okay!"
He stood up and it looked like he was going to the bathroom
but when he bent to pick up his raincoat a strong grip grabbed
his wrist as he tried to twist out, and getting a slap across
the face, getting a puffy lip as his head banged on the door.
"Whack! Owwwwww, please guys, don't...! I was only...!"
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His eyelids fluttering open, the sun was shining through
a crack in the shade as he groaned on the bed, and moving,
he winced, his left arm felt dislocated, but it was only his
sore shoulder. And his butt still was red and welted.
He was alone anyway, barely remembering the men talking about
making it to morning formation at the Compound, whatever that was.
Now he remembered waking up to a flurry of activity as they all
rose and dressed and ran out on him, and something else,
as he looked at the stained bed, sperm still running out of his
anus. A few Obeah dollars tossed on his back as they laughed.
The real insult was ten dollars on the bedside table for
the maid. And soon the maid actually entered, knocking first
as he was trying to shower without moving his left arm,
his shoulder aching like hell. He peeked out!
An Obean woman, one of the few he had ever seen. Older and
fat and squat.
"You okay in there boy?"
"Yes, thank you!"
"De guests nex door heard screamin!"
In the bathroom he looked at his puffy lip, bruised
cheekbone, bleeding nipples where they had twisted them.
"It was just a game, thank you!" he called out.
"Woulda called de police cept they were part of de
palace security! Manager say yo ain't welcome here no
mo!"
"Oh, I'm not with them. I just met them last night!"
That sounded real slutty, he thought, as he heard her
laughter.
'No matter, manager say he don want hookers here
neither!"
Rolling his eyes as he looked at himself, "I understand!
Now would you please go so I can get dressed and leave!"
After she left, he went out and noticed she took the money
off the bed as well as the bureau. "That figures!" he
said as he winced as he tried to slip a shirt on, then
gave up and just pulled his raincoat over himself and
walking hunched over, tried to avoid other guests glances.
"It's one of those cowgyrlboy things!"
"I din't think they hooked! Made good money downtown!"
"Dey all sluts!"
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"Ahhhh," he moaned, soaking in the bath he shared with
the other 5 roomers, "I am definitely going to have to
rethink my options," he sighed. Then people knocked on
the door, needing to use the bathroom, as he wiped tears
from his cheeks.
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The weeks passed as Coley adapted a more professional
attitude, but the denial of his own needs and longings
was always making him want to take some more chances.
He knew he secretly wanted to find that special somone,
like he suspected even older pros did but just gave up.
John for example tried to set him up by going out
with another white shemale. Saying that was the safest
outlet, keeping it in the family so to speak. Trying it
once, the spark wasn't there. Going out with another cowgyrl
did make practical sense so he tried that twice and had
another date with a different one for tomorrow night, he mused
thinking of him/her/whatever, one who worked for a milkbar
further downtown.
It did make sense on a biological level. When he was
still full and balls tight and another cowgyrl in the same
boat, they might as well exchange loads instead of wasting it
and being weak afterwards. Sucking each other in one or
the other's room, falling asleep with a nipple in his mouth,
waking up with the big breasts of another cowgyrl pressing
against his back, his milky or spermy breath on him, was
making him feel weird, and that made him laugh, feeling
he was being abnormal. He even did it a couple of times
with John who was so casual about it.
Swapping milk and loads with another cowgyrl or even
shemale was one thing, but having a relationship? That
was totally missing, at least from his point of view.
One cowgyrl wanted to marry him, which was another moment
of enlightenment. That most of the cowgyrls he worked
with had long since gotten their citizenship. They could
get the operations and change back, travel, emigrate, vote
or anything they wanted, but very few did, that's why they
only required a two year commitment, knowing that few did.
He at first planned on doing the two years, then maybe
another year saving up money for the operation, becoming
a boy again without horns or boobs, and travelling to
America. But sometimes he had a good feeling on a shift
especially as he was getting better at his job.
A week ago on Family night, where wealthy or politically
connected people brought their teen kids in, the gorgeous
wife of the French ambassador and her big black lover
and her two girls and two boys took their usual table and
selected him. The boys were also being trained a sissyboys
to the black man or dominant woman, the girls trained
to be dom to white males and sub to black men.
That was nice, as he hooked his breasts up to the
milking apparatus, and his penis to a similar device
and it all slowly sucked his fluids out, giving him a long
controlled ejaculation into two pressurized containers with
tubes attached as they talked and chatted, sometimes putting
a tube to their mouths and sucking his milk or sperm, depending
on the tube.
Last week he had also served a special private party for
royal black family as he stood nude in front of them and their
children at the semi circular table, having been selected
already.
Several big, black, nubian bodyguards fastened his hands
over his head as he was hooked up, but he was grateful he
was not gagged.
One black teenager had been smiling at him, admiring his
big cock and bloated balls and boobs, licking his lips and
arranging his hardon in his silk underwear. Coley had seen
his look and smiled back, admiring the tall handsome muscular
black teenager. Finally the boy asked
him his name but his father frowned before he could answer.
"Don't be talkin to the staff, boy!"
"But I might be interested in buying him, father! I'd like
a whiteboy slave of my very own and a cowgyrl would be
convenient at times when I don't have time for lunch!"
"Dey ain't no slaves no mo, ah keep tellin you. We have
servants, dat's what dey be. An we don't have no need fo mo!"
"But father, just to try out!"
"Just eat yo dinner! Hope dis white cow be enough for
all of you!"
His arms fastened above him he looked down at the table, who
all looked at him occasionally as they talked, waiting with a tube
in each hand as his milk let down and the pulser attached to
his cock slowly did its work and triggered an orgasm.
He was told to prepare for this special performance and was
probably more primed and ready than any other time, his breasts
and balls felt painfully tight but he also was expected to feed
five big people! The big black bull who had fastened him was
standing in back of him as they talked like a family chattered,
waiting for him to begin pumping.
"I think your'e the cowgirl from that motel?"
Coley gasped, and turned his head, speaking softly.
"Are you talking to me sir?"
"Haw, just relax. I'm head of the guards. Heard em bragging
and also got a complaint from the manager. In fact I'm glad
you didn't file a complaint, since dey are in my company,
look bad on mah record!"
"Well, I probably wouldn't have even if I knew
who they were. I was all right except I missed a couple
days of work and lost some pay!"
"Well, they got fired and Iv'e been told to keep an eye
on them, see if they cause any trouble!"
"Oh, well, good luck, I guess!" Coley tried to turn his
head enough to get a good look at him, but it seemed he
was intentionally keeping out of sight behind him.
"If I see them, should I...ooohhhhh!" his milk was coming
and he could feel the contraction in his testicles, and he
saw all the black faces putting their tubes in their thick lips!"
The youngest one pointed and laughed. "Thar she blows!"
His ejaculation began first, spraying jet after jet into
the collection container that immediately sent it into
the transparent rubber hoses that turned white as his cream
travelled to each sucking mouth beginning from the head of
the table, and even as he was gasping, he noticed face after face
fill their cheeks and suck and swallow and smile, thinking of
the black erections under the table, making him even hornier.
The area filled with slurping, sighing, sucking sounds
as the talking stopped and his own moans and grunts and gasps.
After several minutes as his milk was slowly filling the
other container, he was still slowly cumming, perspiring heavily
now. One boy pressed the valve on his sperm tube and sampled
his milk, smacking his lips and smiling up at him, which he
weakly returned, gasping.
After drinking their sperm fill for the moment they each
sampled his milk, now beginning to chat again, and he was dimly
aware.
"Mmmm, nice and full bodied, that's why I prefer younger
livestock milk," the elder said, smacking his thick lips.
"His sperm's good too, pop. Yummy even, I hope it continues!"
'Yeah," the teen boy who wanted to buy him replied, licking his
lips, "he's beginning to slow down, father. Can I use the stick,
pop?"
"Mmmm, slurp, better wait till he slows down some more. Sometimes
it just shuts them off!"
"Oh, he'll react like a cow should. They like a little pain
and humiliation. Haw," looking up at Coley, he smiled, "zat right
bossy! Want me to whip dat smooth white butt?"
In spite of himself he felt himself get stiffer at the idea.
"Okay boy, but only until he increases his volume and then stop!"
"All right!" he grinned and he bent down as Coley saw him
take up a thin rattan cane from a bag and get up, his own erection
jutting out of his silk pants, as he paused, unzipped and allowed
it to stick straight out, a thick dollop of presperm on the knob,
as Coley licked his lips as he saw it.
WHACK! AAAHGHHHH!" he writhed, but then felt the warm palm
of the teen on his smooth white butt, followed by a slap!
Several more cracks and slaps, making him moan and sigh,
but even as he did so, he felt his balls fill even more
even as he was still cumming slowly.
"That's enough for now boy, c'mon back to the table and finish
your dinner!"
The teen gave him a good whack and returned, his hardon
swaying now. Coley was now sighing in the sensation of
being drained, and when he tried to reply to questions he
forgot what they were, sweat dripping to the floor as his
naked body glistened under the light.
"W-what..." he sighed, realizing he must have passed out,
which is why he was strapped in, even though his milk
and sperm was still being harvested slowly.
"Never mind, pop,' the teen said, "I can get some more
out of the slut!"
"Just one more time, boy, and then I need some relief!"
The teenager said into Coley's ear with a smile.
"Hear that bossy, ready to give us one more blast?"
"Gasp, oooh, I'll try, sir!"
"While I whip yo white ass, think of crawling under
our table and sucking us all off, and make sure you kiss
all our feet afterwards!"
"T-thank you sir, I'm trying but...!"
"Don't try, livestock just does what it's told, haw haw!"
"I know, but.... WHACK! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" as he writhed
back and forth.
After ten whacks the elder shook his head, "Ah think
he's drained out, boy!"
"No he isn't pop. We paid for dinner and we gonna get it!"
"Ahhhhhh, (gasp) Coley moaned, feeling the big warm
black cock knob on his pink anus.
"Open up, bossy, you know you want it!"
"mmmmmahhhhhhh," he obediently did so, and felt it slide
in, making him writhe in a mixture of pain and pleasure as
the members of the table giggled and laughed!
"I think the cattle likes it, brother. You must be
fucking the livestock a lot!"
"Why not? grunt, yeahhh, feel dat boy? Slide it in
and open up, take it slut, take it!" Coley finally felt
him balls deep, his eyes rolling up, trying not to faint
but everyone was looking now at his inflated penis again
and soon as the teen slowly pumped and pinched his nipples,
he felt another ejaculation on the way.
"Feel dat boy," the teen said, who had reached around
to feel his thickening cock, "but ah ain't cummin in you.
Nope, you be cleaning off my cock anyway under that table
in a few minutes so you get mah load then!"
"Gasp Y-yes, s-sir!"
A few minutes later everyone had tubes in their mouths
and the sounds of sucking and slurping and sighing even
as Coley sobbed and gasped, nearly passing out again
as he jangled in his bonds.
After several minutes, he was let down, and his knees
were so weak he ended up on all fours.
After the family was full, taking a few sips of
his remaining milk in the container, he obediently crawled
under the table and began as per custom with the elder,
who had not unzipped, so he did so.
Sighing at the rampant black erection, already drooling,
he kissed and licked it as he cupped the heavy balls.
After sucking the massive cumload, kissing the knob
again to thank him, he saw the other boys had their
cocks out already, anxious for relief. But the
teen who had used him had his pants around one ankle
and fisting his slippery erection impatiently.
He knelt between his legs, pressing his face
close enough to his huge balls to let him know
he was there, and then the young man pushed out his
pelvis and lifted his knees and reached down and
spread his black butt cheeks apart.
That was obvious enough for Coley, who smiled
and gently licked up his sweaty black butt crack
and even though it wasn't the perfect position for
and an ass suck, he still got about an inch into
his pink contracting ring, making the boy groan
and his erection harden even more. He heard
chatter from the table, amused comments then, but concentrated
on giving the arrogant boy his reward for training him.
Finally rewarded by his fountain of hot sperm, refreshing
him and feeding him the replenishing liquid for his drained
body, he began to feel the old urge, and sure enough, he
was erect again. Before this table left he knew he would
be hard enough to drip again.
It took three quarters of an hour to please everyone,
and then make one last circle kissing each foot, before he emerged
and smiled politely at the sated and smug black faces.
'May I be of any more service, sir?" he asked the elder,
who smiled down at his drooling hardon
"Nope, good work, bossy!"
"Thank you sir," naked and still wobbly in his knees,
he gathered up his clothes, such as they were and headed
back to the kitchen, knowing Jamahl would be satisfied
by his work. John noticed though the little card
he tried to hide with the phone number of the teen boy,
and something else he was unaware of, another phone
number in lipstick on the back of his neck.
"Wow," he put his hand over it, as he whispered.
"I don't even know who did that!"
"Do yourself a favor and get rid of both of them!"
"Well, I was thinking that teen was kind of nice!"
"Don't be stupid, you'll just get in trouble. Too young
to care about discretion! He won't care but you'll be the
one in trouble!"
Standing in the alcove, he looked at the card.
"Your'e probably right!" he dropped it into a waste basket!
and looked down at it.
"Forget it, tomorrow night we have off and wer'e
going to a cowgyrl mixer with another milk bar!"
"(Sigh) I don't know about dating another cowgyrl, John!"
************************************************
The next night at a private room at the Hungry Heifer
Coley was wearing a miniskirt and tank top and heels
and a little eye shadow and lipstick and some cheap jewelry,
and politely smiling and talking to other gyrls that John
was introducing him to, but he wasn't all too excited
by it. True he needed an outlet when he wasn't working
and it was nice exchanging war stories with people who
actually understood what he was talking about, and only
another cowgyrl could possibly understand, but he
wasn't really turned on yet to make a pitch at anyone.
An older cowgyrl with dark red hair, big breasts and
very fair skin in the typical low cut top came over
and smiled.
"Hi!" he/she smiled, and Coley did the same.
"Like to dance?" He looked out and several couples
were dancing, and he didn't know what to say anyway,
so he just nodded. As they got onto the floor the
womyn smiled. She said she was Angie, a girl's name.
"I had a feeling" she said as they danced,
"that you would lead!"
Coley realized he was and smiled. "I guess I am!"
"But you don't with men, do you?"
"No, it's true, in fact I don't even remember the
last time I led!"
He felt her nipples harden against his, and her
big erection, as she smiled and reached and arranged
it so it straightened, and then did the same for him.
******************************************
(groan) Saturday morning was always tough, and it
was uncomfortably warm with 'Angie' big breasts
pressed against his back under the sheet, but it
was kind of a delicious warmth. After a bit, he
moved after 'she' woke up and turned so he was
kneeling over her face, and his mouth found her
thick cock knob.
Two hours later he was still showering and
wondering what to do when she came out of the
other room fully dressed.
"Coley!" she said, and he put his head out of
the shower curtain, and she softly tilted his
head and kissed his lips.
"I like you a lot, Coley! I hope you call me!"
He swallowed, and she smiled. "I'm just saying
it. Think about it! We can feed each other in every
way as only cowgyrls can do. If we lived together
it would be a perfect arrangement!"
"I know, Iv'e thought about it, but...!"
(Kiss) She smiled a little sadly, "I know, there's
always a but, isn't there?" As he watched her shapely
bottom go out, her taste still on his tongue, getting
him hard again, he wondered if John was right. Was
this the best solution to finish his contract with?
*****************************************
Two weeks later working the Milkbar, Coley had the
feeling that someone was watching him, but dismissed
it. The bar had good security itself, and the only
thing he could think of was that rough trade experience
at the motel and that wouldn't happen here, he hoped.
Besides, he was getting better at his job, better tips,
and lots of times was being assigned to the head spot,
kind of like the hostess position in a regular restaurant
where he greeted new guests and sent them to a table or
to the bar. He'd had a lot of offers and phone numbers
by then but he hadn't acted on any, except an occasional
overnight at Angie's place for mutual relief.
Still, he did look wistfully at an occasional black
bull, wishing they looked back, or weren't drunk before
they got to the milk bar, or weren't with their buddies
who made fun of him. Several times he thought he caught
some interest beyond his butt, boobs or balls and wondered
what his future would be like. Would he end up like Angie?
pic 15
And there was a big muscled up bull in rather ordinary
clothing who didn't drink much, just an occasional glass of milk
at the bar, who was hard to figure. Everyone left him alone,
and when he caught his eye and smiled, he smiled back and looked
into his eyes for a change. It was then he realized he was
the same bull who was in charge of those soldiers.
"I thought you'd never show up here!" he said
"I drop in occasionally, said I'd check in!"
"Well, can I interest you in something, um, besides milk?"
The bull looked down at his inflated penis and balls
and smiled.
"Thanks, but, I'm still what you call, on duty?"
'Oh, just for little old me?" Coley smiled with a trace of
flirtatiousness!
"Heh heh, sorry, nope, VIP in the private room upstairs!"
"I guess I'm not important enough?" The bull grinned
and said he wasn't either!
Neither could think of anything else to say for a minute.
"Well, hope I see you again," Coley smiled, wincing to
himself. Is that the best I can do?
After he watched him leave, John came over with a tray
and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Bad idea, honey, that guy's connected to Royalty security!
He's not rich and he's not going to help your career, just
lead to trouble!"
"I don't care who he's connected to!" Coley replied,
realizing the man hadn't even attempted to give him a phone
number or ask him for his.
pic 16
After the shift ended, he looked out the window, and
the tropical monsoon was still going on. Even with the
raincoat he would be drenched and an umbrella would be
snatched out of his hand by the wind.
Since he was mostly a hostess that night he was still hung
and horney with tight boobs. And it was really late!
Angie was working a private party and he knew getting a taxi
would be impossible and he had a mile to walk.
Stepping out into the pouring rain, he walked a few steps
when he felt a huge shape coming at him. Fearing it was
those soldiers, he began to move back but a massive
arm caught him. Trembling with fear, he felt enormous
relief when he recognized the smiling face.
"Hi, Coley, thought you might like a lift!"
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"I, oh, well sure, um, I just realized I don't
even know your name!"
"Bomba! Haw haw, like the Tarzan movies. Old tribal
name!"
"I like it! Sure, thanks, I'd like a lift. Is that
your car?"
"My taxi!"
Sitting in the back of the private cab Coley thanked him again
as he pushed his hair from his face.
"I live at...!"
"I know where you live!"
"Right! Security, of course!" he laughed. "Do you like
that kind of work?"
"Where I come from it don't make no difference. My clan
assigned me. Like you I didn't get a lot of choice!
But if you want to talk some more we can go to my place!"
Coley said nothing, looking at the driver who sat
waiting for instructions.
"Ain't no pressure, boy, yo don't have to do nothin.
Mustafa drive you home if you want!"
After hearing all the pitches and come ons Coley realized
it was a good thing he didn't meet this man the first time
he started work.
"Bomba," he said, reaching over and taking his hand,
looking up at his black face, "Customers offer to give me
rides all the time and I made it a rule not to accept.
But... Iv'e been hoping I would see you again!" Bomba
was already set for a rejection and smiled wide.
"My place, Mustafa!"
"Ahhh, which one, boss?"
"Oh," he winced, "station number three is close!"
Coley was a little confused at that.
"Station 3. Is that your place?"
"I don't really have my own place. Just pads I get
to use wherever they send me!"
"I don't care, really, it's fine!"
"It ain't much!" he warned.
"Let's go, Mustafa," Coley smiled at the driver.
"Station 3!"
"Got it!"
*********************************************
Inside the small one bedroom, Coley sat on a vinyl
sofa and Bomba came out with a towel to dry his hair.
"Thanks, the worst thing about rain is when my hair
gets wet everyone can see my horns!"
"Here's a drink too, should warm you up! You sensitive
about your horns?"
"Well, sure, I mean when I leave my job I'd like to be,
well, myself, my old self!"
"So," he sat down not too close, as Coley took a sip
and realized it was pretty strong, 'You planning on
getting changed back after you get your citizenship then?"
"Well, (laugh) definitely the horns are going I can tell
you that, and it's cheap too, just saw them off. Iv'e wanted
to do that myself!"
He realized his wet dress was showing all his wares
and Bomba had a long thick bulge running down his pant leg
but he also knew he would not make the first move, and
wondered if he would if he had another drink.
"Your'e not drinking, Bomba?"
"No, can't unless I'm on leave. Your'e shivering!
Sorry I haven't got any girls clothes or any clothes that would
fit you!"
"That's all right, it's warm in here, if you don't mind!"
Bomba smiled, "Iv'e seen you naked at the Milkbar
dozens of times!"
"True," he said, but for some reason he was hesitant
to strip in front of him.
"If you want to shower maybe I can get your dress in
a dryer somewhere!"
"No, thank you, I always shower at the club at the end
of the shift!" He leaned forward and unzipped the back
of his minidress, and being braless, he then pulled down
his very filled and stretched sheer bikini panties,
and now was naked in front of the fully dressed black man!
He blushed! Bomba swallowed, feeling his neck swell along
with his big cock.
"Your face is red! White boys actually do that!"
"Yes, we, I do! I haven't blushed at the club for
a long time now!" After another drink, more talking,
some attentive listening, their thighs touching, Coley
arched his head up, kissing Bomba's thick lips softly.
"Bomba," he asked softly, "do you have to go anywhere
tonight!"
He grunted, his voice thick. "I'm off duty till tomorrow
night!"
"Me too!" he kissed him again!
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***************************************************
"Your'e up to something!" John said a few weeks later
as they finished a shift.
"What do you mean?" Coley replied as he wiped down
a counter where he had served cocktails all night, some
of which were from his own body.
"Don't be coy! I know you haven't been seeing Angie.
She's kind of hurt you know! Nobody from the club either
or Jamahl would sniff it out by now!"
"Why are you so inquisitive?"
"Okay, have it your way!"
After he showered and changed, John waited until he got
out onto the dark nearly empty sidewalk, and saw the unmarked
cab drive. 'What's this, wasting cab money on an easy walk?'
But he saw him get into the front seat, slide all the way
over and deep kiss the big black shape in the driver's seat
before they drove off.
"Oh brother!" he whispered to himself, "what has that boy
gotten himself into now?"
**********************************************
"Mmmmmmm, ooohhh, Bomba, wait, wait," he gasped,
stuffed and filled and pumped, on his hands and knees
on the floor in front of the couch.
"Good, thanks, go,(gasp) go slower. please!"
And to his surprise, Bomba slid in slower, and feeling the
massive cumload begin inside him, what he called being seeded,
Bomba moved his lips from biting his shoulder twisting
around, and kissed his lips, even as he began to cum himself.
pic 19
Another first, Coley thought much later, looking over at his
sleeping lover, almost twice his size. He and his lover had
finally emptied each other into each other for the night but he
wasn't that tired, just needing the feeling of him against him.
Two weeks before Coley and he had gotten into a little tiff
and Bomba had reacted so oddly.
Coley had stopped him, despite his enormous strength,
by simply putting a hand on his arm.
"Bomba, wait, wait, no, darling, we need to talk first,
gasp, no, just a little talk, please?"
Gasping, the big black giant paused, "What, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just that, well, I, well, I want to sleep
with you when I come here! Besides sex! I don't want you
to send me back home alone with Mustafa!"
"You don't?"
"No, I feel like I belong to you, Bomba. I need you
beside me at night!"
"Haw haw, you mean inside you, boy?"
"Please?"
Bomba said nothing, but after that they slept together.
In the last two weeks Coley had brought most of his clothes
and some cooking supplies over to his Station 3.
The kiss was the first one Bomba had initiated, and it
startled him, but after that, Bomba did it more often.
"Well, (kiss!)" he said, lying in his arms one night!
"Do you want to do anything special tonight, Bomba?"
"Like what? Go out?"
"No, I mean, like go out. It's still early!"
"Mebbe," Coley was about to reach for the paper to see if
there was a movie somewhere, when he was pulled over
and felt his big tongue and lips penetrating his mouth.
"Mmmmm, nice...!"
"Boy, ah been thinkin of somethin! Ah be assigned to
the capital looks like!"
"Yes..."
"Mebbe ah kin get assigned here permanent!"
"Could you?"
"Sho, ah got a good record, ah'm old enuff, enough time
in grade!"
"(kiss) I'm sure you have a good record, especially with me!"
"(Chuckle) Yeah, well, next month when mah rotation be up,
if an get assigned her permanent, mebbe we can get our own
place!"
Coley pushed him back and looked up in his eyes.
"Do you really mean it, Bomba?"
"Why not? I think we more than just good together, boy!"
Coley waited.
"I love you boy! Nevah said nothin like that! I know
you said it to me an ah bleve you. It ain't like ah'm feeling
guilty about not sayin it befo now!"
"That's all right, Bomba, (kiss) I knew it anyway. But
you know I want to travel, go to America! Would you come
with me?"
pic 20
"Sure, you know I ain't got no life, this security stuff
don't allow for a life. They let me go in a year or so
and we can do anything!"
Pressing his face against his muscular warm chest, Coley
sighed, "Wow, I never expected this! I never thought you
would even think of it! I wasn't sure how I was going to
be able to leave you, you know that? Now well, wer'e
looking at like a we instead of I, so different!"
"Be real different!"
"But nice, I like it!"
pic
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Feeling luxuriously satisfied and happy, even after
a rough shift at the milk bar, Coley shivered a little
under the sheet, and reached out with his arm, his
big breasts swaying, his half hard cock on the sheet,
as he frowned. Where was he? Then he saw the broad muscular
black back of Bomba as he went to get his phone. That must be
what woke him up, he thought with a yawn.
"Bomba, please come back to bed, I'm cold!"
"Ah think ah got a message, just a sec!"
"Just come back to bed!"
"Just a minute, wait....!"
pic 21
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