Milking McCree

No Nut November

"Rise and shine, baby!"

McCree groans deep in his chest as he rouses from his slumber, his slumped head rising from where he left it in sleep. Blearily, he blinks and focuses his tired eyes on your silhouetted form; he can't see much with the bright light streaming into his stall from behind you.

"Boss," he grunts, shaking the sleep out of his eyes. In doing so, he jingles the heavy cowbell around his neck, the clanking sound lulling him back into a relaxed state. His muscles flex in his stocks, the metal and soft fleece hugging him gently as he moves. He can only shift a little to adjust his sleep soft body, but it's enough to rouse him to full wakefulness as you approach. "Is it-?"

You shake your head and do your daily checks: cuffs, chains, collar, ass plug, nipple clamps, cock ring, and of course, his nose ring. "Not yet, stud. Just two more days; you can hold out for that long, can't you?" His desperate whine amuses you, enough that you laugh at the pathetic look of frustration on his handsome, furry face. "Come on, you've gone 28 days without cumming. You can take 2 more, can't you?"

"Not if you edge me again today, I'm not," he snarls with his nostrils flared, jerking this way and that in his stocks until his stall is filled with a cacophony of chains jangling and wood creaking. "I ain't gonna take it no more. I ain't!" He stomps his sharp hooves and throws himself against the stocks holding his wrists and neck still. "I wanna cum, boss. I ain't gonna take no edging no more!"

Smack!

McCree roars and brays into the cool morning air, thrashing his head this way and that to find the source of the pain biting into his ass.

Smack smack smack!

Where is it?! What the hell is that?

"Calm yourself, McCree," you drawl and let your whip fly three more times, scoring dark marks into his well-beaten ass and thighs. "Flying into a rage will do you no good." Another three more whippings fall onto his meaty ass.

After those three, McCree is sobbing more than he is raging, his whipped ass glowing bright red and starting to bruise a little where you struck him. "Please...please..." he whimpers, his head starting to hang down again. "I can't-"

Sympathy wells up in you and you hang the whip back up, walking back around his bent over form to come to his horned head. You attach a leash to his nose ring and pull his head up that way, up and up and up until he's looking up at you in the eyes. "You can do this, my breeding bull. Just two more days and you'll be able to cum as much as you want, okay?"

But he's shaking still, his thighs trembling and his belly twitching in deep-seated need. "Please don't edge me today boss, please! I really-" McCree takes a moment to drool out the saliva building up in his mouth. "I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna die if you edge me again, please don't!" 28 days of constant edging from 8am to 11pm is taking its toll on him, evidently.

Unfortunately, you have to do what is necessary in order to obtain a good yield come December. There are a lot of buyers who want his milk, and you'd be a bad rancher not to deliver. "You know I have to, baby." You shake your head, holding him tight when he starts to rear back again. "Those balls of yours have to be nice and full and the only way to ensure that is to make sure you don't cum at all for an entire month. You've gone through this for ages, baby, you can do it again."

Tears stream down his face, soaking his beard and his fur and dripping onto your hand as you ease him back into a more comfortable position in the stall. Beneath him, his cock jumps and drools into the container strapped around his waist and legs. Even his precious pre-cum can't be wasted.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm milking your tits today," you coo into his twitching ear, the tag tapping gently against your lips as you kiss him there.