Milking Farms and Milking centers

Chapter 1: The First Appointment

Chapter 1: The First Appointment

You stand in the queue outside the newly converted NHS clinic on the outskirts of London, the spring rain soaking through your thin jacket. The sign above the doors reads in bold government red: PROJECT MUMFORD & SONS – COMPULSORY MILKING CENTRE. Below it, smaller text: Preserve the Species. Obey the Law. A line of men stretches down the street, all ages, all classes, all wearing the same defeated expression. Some shift uncomfortably in their trousers. Others stare at the ground.

Sex has been illegal for three months. Masturbation, six weeks. The Chastity Enforcement Act passed with overwhelming public support after the fertility collapse made headlines. One or two births a day across the entire country. The human race dying in slow motion.

You feel the weight of the small metal cage already locked around your cock and balls from the preliminary inspection two days ago. The police officer who fitted it—a stern, thick-thighed woman in her late thirties—had smiled coldly while tightening the screws. “First offence is just the starter model. Try anything and you’ll be wearing the spiked one.”

Your wife, Elena, stands beside you under an umbrella. She’s 29, half-Italian with olive skin, long dark hair, and curves that have always turned heads. Today she’s wearing a tight white blouse that strains over her full DD breasts and a black pencil skirt that hugs her wide hips. She insisted on coming “for moral support.” Her hand rests lightly on your arm, but her eyes keep drifting toward the clinic entrance where two tall, busty nurses in tight white uniforms are directing men inside.

One of the nurses is black, mid-40s, with enormous tits barely contained by her uniform and thick thighs that stretch her white stockings. The other is a pale redhead, younger, with freckles and a wicked smile. Both wear name tags: Nurse Kendra and Nurse Lila.

“Next ten,” Nurse Kendra calls, her voice deep and authoritative. Her eyes scan the queue and linger on Elena for a moment before flicking to you. She smirks.

You step forward with the group. Elena follows.

“Partners and family can observe the first session,” Nurse Lila says brightly as you enter the brightly lit reception. “It helps with compliance. And it’s… educational.”

The waiting room is clinical but humiliating. Posters on the walls show smiling couples with captions like His Seed Belongs to Britain and Empty Balls, Full Future. A large screen plays a looping government announcement featuring the Prime Minister praising “the selfless donors of Project Mumford & Sons.”

A mother and her adult son sit across from you. The son, maybe 22, looks mortified. His mother, a voluptuous blonde MILF in her mid-40s with massive breasts and a tight dress, rubs his thigh reassuringly. “It’s for the best, darling. Mummy will hold your hand.”

Elena squeezes your arm tighter. You notice her nipples are visibly hard through her blouse.

The Milking Chamber

They lead your group down a long corridor into a large open room divided by low partitions. Each station has a padded chair that reclines, stirrups for the legs, and a large transparent collection tube connected to a humming machine. The walls are lined with gloryhole-style booths on one side and observation windows on the other where female observers can watch.

“Strip from the waist down,” Nurse Kendra orders. “Cages stay on until we unlock you.”

You hesitate. Elena watches intently.

Nurse Lila steps close to you, her big soft tits brushing your chest as she leans in. “Don’t be shy, love. We see hundreds of cocks every day. Most of them pathetic little things now.” She reaches down and casually palms the front of your trousers, feeling the cage. “Mmm. Nice and snug. Good boy.”

Your face burns as you drop your trousers. The small cage keeps your cock locked tight, the metal gleaming under the harsh lights. Several other men are in similar states of undress. One older man has a much larger cage—clearly a repeat offender.

Elena sits on a stool provided for observers, crossing her legs. Her skirt rides up, showing the tops of her stockings. She bites her lip.

Nurse Kendra addresses the room. “Today we’ll be doing manual extraction combined with prostate stimulation for maximum yield. You will be edged repeatedly. The goal is six hundred millilitres per donor over the next year. Resist and the police will fit you with a full chastity belt and public shaming posting.”

She stops in front of you. “You. New donor. Name?”

You give it.

“Wife?” She glances at Elena.

“Yes,” Elena answers for you, her voice strangely husky.

“Lovely. Inter-racial team today.” Nurse Kendra nods to a tall, muscular black male nurse who has just entered. “Marcus will assist with the more… resistant patients.”

Marcus grins, his white uniform stretched over a powerful frame. His bulge is obvious.

Your Turn

They unlock your cage. The sudden rush of blood makes you gasp as your cock tries to harden after weeks of denial. It only manages a weak, half-throbbed erection—exactly as the mutation promised.

Nurse Lila kneels between your legs as you’re strapped into the chair, legs spread wide in the stirrups. Her soft hands, gloved in latex, cup your balls.

“Poor things. So full. So useless naturally.” She starts stroking you with firm, clinical motions—harsh handjob style, twisting at the head, squeezing the shaft almost painfully. “We call this the British Wank. Efficient.”

Elena leans forward, eyes wide. “Does it… feel good?”

“Better than nothing,” Lila laughs. “Watch this.”

She works you mercilessly, bringing you close, then stopping. Again and again. Precum drips steadily into the collection tube. To your horror, you see other stations where men are moaning loudly. One young man is being sucked by a nurse through a gloryhole partition while his girlfriend watches, her hand between her own thighs.

Nurse Kendra moves behind you and slips a thick, lubed finger into your ass, finding your prostate. The dual stimulation makes your hips buck.

“Fuck—” you groan.

“Language,” Kendra warns, but she presses harder, milking your prostate while Lila’s hand flies up and down your shaft in wet, sloppy strokes.

Elena is breathing heavily now. Marcus stands beside her, one big hand resting on her shoulder “for support.” She doesn’t shrug it off.

“Look at your husband,” Marcus murmurs to her. “Taking it like a good donor.”

You’re right on the edge when Lila stops again. “Not yet. We need maximum load.”

Tears of frustration prick your eyes. The humiliation burns.

Across the room, the mother from earlier has her son’s cock in her hand, “helping” under nurse supervision. “That’s it, baby. Give it to Mummy.”

The degradation is total.

Climax and Betrayal

After nearly forty minutes of edging, they finally let you cum. The orgasm is shattering—your cock pulsing weakly as Nurse Lila milks every drop into the tube with expert, twisting strokes. Nurse Kendra keeps massaging your prostate until you’re spent and whimpering.

Thick ropes of your seed fill the container. Not nearly enough for a natural pregnancy, but they label it carefully with your ID.

“Good boy,” Lila purrs, giving your sensitive cock a final harsh squeeze that makes you yelp. “First donation complete. Six more this week.”

As they lock the cage back on—your cock still twitching and dripping—Elena stands up. Her face is flushed. There’s a wet spot visible on the front of her skirt.

Marcus leans down and whispers something in her ear. She giggles.

Later, as you’re walking out, Elena tells you she’s been asked to volunteer as an observer for “extra sessions.” “It’s my civic duty, darling. Just like you’re doing yours.”

That night at home she makes you watch as she fingers herself to a loud orgasm, describing how hot it was seeing strong hands on your cock. She doesn’t let you touch her.

The Hentai Comic Sequence (Moirate3D Style – Detailed Panel Description)

Imagine this rendered in rich, glossy 3D hentai style like Moirate3D: exaggerated proportions, shiny skin, sweat, ahegao expressions, heavy shading on breasts and ass, detailed fluids.

Page 1 (Splash): Wide panel of you strapped naked in the milking chair, legs spread, cage just removed, pathetic half-hard cock dripping. Nurse Lila (busty redhead, massive tits spilling out of unbuttoned uniform) kneeling with both hands on your shaft, harsh twisting grip. Nurse Kendra (ebony goddess, enormous black tits, thick ass) behind you, finger deep in your ass. Elena in foreground, sitting with legs open, hand on her own thigh, biting lip. Speech bubble from Lila: “Look at this tiny thing… we’ll have to work hard for Britain~”

Page 2: Close-up sequence of Lila’s glossy lips inches from your cockhead, hot breath teasing, while Kendra’s finger bulges your lower belly from prostate pressure. Your face: gritted teeth, humiliated tears. Elena’s hand now inside her blouse, pinching nipple.

Page 3: Action panel – Lila’s hand a blur on your cock, precum flying. Marcus standing beside Elena, his huge bulge pressing against her shoulder. Elena’s eyes half-lidded in lust. Text: “His seed is ours now… but I can still have fun.”

Page 4: Massive orgasm panel. Your cock erupting into the transparent tube, face completely broken in pleasure/pain. Lila milking the last drops with both hands. Kendra smirking. Elena visibly cumming in her seat, skirt hiked up, no panties.

Page 5: Aftercare humiliation. Cage locked back on, your spent cock squeezed painfully inside it. Lila planting a kiss on the cage. Elena standing, kissing Marcus on the cheek “thank you for your service.” Final panel: you walking home in chastity, Elena on the phone already arranging her next “observation shift.”