Grab the opportunity by the horns

You look at the men and women bound in **** orgasms, and bite your bottom lip. It really does seem incredibly hot to be **** to orgasm wether you desire to or not... plus it does seem managed well enough that you wouldn’t be in any danger, right?

“What the hell, I trust you wouldn’t steer me wrong Sam” you joke to relieve your nervousness.

Sam smiles deviously, grabbing your wrist and pushing a button. As he steps back, you feel a tingle as your latex outfit crawls over you rearranging itself.

Your shirt crawls down to your waist, squeezing and constructing into a corset. It leaves a sliver in the middle of your chest to attach to your shoulders and neck, but leaves the rest your chest exposed. From your shoulders it climbs and splits down your arms and up your throat, coating each arm ant and hand in sleeves that connect to each other behind your back, binding your arms securely. Crawling up your throat it first forms a stiff collar that keeps your head riggedly forward as it continues to climb. The black material soon encompasses your face, panicking you when it momentarily cuts your air. It forces itself into your mouth, filling and spreading until it opens a hole to allow air back in your lungs. You moan and drool through the gag weakly while the latex forms the rest of your hood. You suddenly realize your lack of balance, realizing that the latex had formed hooved boots, forcing you to balance poorly on your toes. You stumble, falling into what you assume is Sam’s arms.

You confirm he is the one dreading your bound form as he speaks into your ear “You really are a fine piece of steak. Lets get you all hooked up.”

You ungracefully walk on your hooves with the traps guidance, until you step up onto a grated platform. You feel Sam begin to secure you in place, starting with a spreader bar attached to your ankles, forcing your feet just a bit wider than your shoulders. Next he attached something to them end of your arm binders, and yanked it upward. This **** you to bend forward, where you found a cool metal bar to rest your chest on. He followed this up by attaching a leash to your collar downward, so you could not escape from your position.

Now that your form was securely bent over, you could feel Sam begin to attach the intricacies. First sticky pads were attached on each exposed nipple. This was followed by cool hands massaging your extremely hard cock. You mooed at the expert touch, until it suddenly stops. You realize they were simply lubricating it for the next step, as a strange suction surrounds your meat. It slowly starts to massage up and down your shaft, enough to keep your erection full but not building any sensation. The hands move to your exposed ass, and by the cold touch on your ring you realize they are prepping your ass next. You can do nothing to resist the fingers pass your ring, adequately lubing your virgin hole. You moan out again, surprised by the pleasant sensation, and saddens when it stops. It’s quickly replaced by something much larger, pushing only for an instant before popping in and painfully filling you. The sting around the intruder quickly fades and is replaced by a strange pleasure, the device doing various stimulating effects, switching between vibrating, swelling and deflating, and massaging with rotating nubs.

Between the two devices, you are slowly but expertly brought straight to the edge of cumming. The moment you feel about to climax, your stimulation abruptly stops. You whimper out, unsure why the would deny you the one purpose of all of this. A whisper in your ear from Sam explains “oh... I forgot to mention. The process edges you over and over to build the quality of your cum, only allowing you release when it determines you are there. For the normal bull, that only takes three hours or so... have fun!”

Panic sweeps over you. You didn’t know you would be teased like this! You don’t know if your mind could even handle that kind of ****... though you now don’t really have the choice. The process starts again, and all you can do is squirm and moan as it expertly edges you again.

The edging and denial continues over and over. You lose track of everything else, unable to think of anything else in the world other than each denial. Every time you are, your mental will erodes just a bit more. Eventually, a low voice is added on a loop in tune with the pleasure. “You are simply a piece a meat. All you are good for is your cum. Only good bulls get to cum. Are you a good cow? Prove you are a good cow.” You don’t know how to prove you are good, and are denied again. “Not good enough cow.” It edges you again, and repeats saying “You are simply a piece a meat. All you are good for is your cum. Only good bulls get to cum. Are you a good cow? Prove you are a good cow.”

This time you do all you could think of, and moo pleadingly through your open gag. “Better, but not good enough cow.” And you are denied again. The next time it asks, you desperately moo out, willing to do anything it asks for the chance of what you need.