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It took a long time to get Robin to adjust to his new life. The man is wild by nature, uncaring for any sort of mistreatment, loud and vocal about what he wants and deserves.
That’s where his Master comes in. Strapped onto a breeding bench, his ass and pussy exposed, Robin is forced to take everything his Master has to give him. Master’s cock drills hotly into Robin’s swollen cunt, pounding relentlessly against his battered cervix until the head slips right in. His womb gives easily, as it does almost every night, barring the times where he is heavy with child. Master fucks into Robin’s womb, over and over, his hands gripping Robin’s plump ass firmly as his hips slam into his pet’s.
The bench is specially designed, made so that Robin’s massive chest slides right into the built in pumps. They’re active from the moment Master begins to fuck Robin, carefully coaxing milk out of those jiggling, full tits. It collects every little drop, the containers becoming full not even halfway through Master’s breeding. Master doesn’t care though, ignoring the way they overflow as he grinds his cock further into Robin’s womb.
Robin is beside himself in pleasure. He doesn’t want it, and has always been insistent about how much he hates his Master. He was never meant to be a hucow, he said. Yet, after two full pregnancies, his body is plump and soft, and his tits easily give gallons of his delicious, highly prized milk in a day. Robin would fight, if not for his daily medicine running amok through his veins, heating his skin and heightening every single sensation. Robin would complain, if he could think, or even speak. His mouth only opens to moan or to whimper, every thought in his mind replaced by the bliss of being bred.
Master comes, eventually, He stuffs as much of his cock as he can into Robin’s womb, making sure the hucow takes every little drop of his hot cum. He comes and comes, filling Robin until his soft stomach starts to expand, his womb nice and full and properly bred. After a few moments, Master pulls out, quick to replace his cock with a long, wide plug. He hates to waste, and he will not stop until Robin is once again round with his babies. He fucks the plug into Robin’s puffy cunt, smiling as Robin reacts.
Whining weakly, Robin begins to tremble, his body taken by the pleasure. His cunt tightens over the plug, again and again, until he comes himself. He squirts and squirts, making a wet, sticky mess of his thighs, the bench, and the floor below. Master fucks Robin through it, pushing the plug in deep until Robin comes again, tears streaming down his face as his cunt clenches tight.
Robin barely gets a second to breathe, for as soon as Master leaves his cunt, the plug pressed deep inside him, Master walks right up to his front. Cock already hard again, Master presses it into Robin’s panting mouth, those soft lips automatically pursing to suck the head in. Robin whimpers, gags as the head of that cock pushes in further, hitting the back of his mouth in one smooth thrust. Master grips Robin’s long, black locks, and starts to fuck his face quickly— his thick cock slips right into Robin’s trained throat, the man gagging but easily taking every rough stroke.
Eyes rolling back into his skull, Robin gives a weak sound, his pussy clenching with pleasure as his throat is destroyed. His hands, cuffed and tied to the bench, fidget, wishing to hold on to something. His cunt is begging for stimulation. His throat is so full, and it all feels so good. Robin starts to come, trembling breathlessly as Master’s pace speeds up.
“Swallow it. No waste.” Is all his Master says, and Robin doesn’t think to disobey. He swallows Master’s next load, every single spurt, not wasting any of it. Robin swallows until nothing is left, until Master is only holding himself there, enjoying the tight squeeze of Robin’s throat. Robin cannot breathe, his lungs burning, tears streaming down his face as he practically convulses.
Only then does Master pull out, watching as Robin coughs desperately for air.
“You did well, pet.” Master says before petting Robin’s sweaty face.
Master moves to change the milking containers, and to clean up the overflowed mess. Robin, nerves on fire and body still shaking, watches with him with blank eyes. It’s the last thing he sees before succumbing to sleep, a little rest before the next breeding session.