The State of Hucow
By DX

12A43, genetic male, has applied several times to be genetically enhanced to be a Bull, where he would be ‘milked’ for his male protein.  Unfortunately, he hasn’t taken to the treatments.  Dr. Coy suggests an alternative.  The Hucow program.  12A43 refused, but after seeing a milking demonstration, may have a change of heart!



Copyright 6/6/2023 all rights reserved.



 Doctor Coy was a handsome woman.  Her enchanting face was framed with long, raven hair that flowed like a wind swept sea.  Her cheeks pulled playfully at the corners of her kissable bow lips that gave her a resting, bemused smile.  Her frumpish lab coat couldn’t conceal her copious, overfilled bosom that lured many sailors to a drowning death.  Her breath stealing waist gave gently to her callipygian hips.  She had thighs built to crush a man in two.  She was tall, and powerful, and often wore impossibly heeled stiletto shoes to make her that much taller and that much more powerful.
 She had soft, magic hands.
 He couldn’t help but watch her as she played ever so delicately with his cock.  She needed just three fingers for him.
 Passion filled him as he pulled against his restraints.  She knew his points, his spots, the places to touch and tease and titillate and drive him to the quick and back again.  In minutes, she had handedly opened his flood gates.
 Held against the wall by steel bands, he could do nothing but moan into his gag.  She was seated, and when he looked down he could just see her face, her fingers, and his cock.
 She glanced up and rewarded him with her Arctic glacier eyes.
 A clear tear formed from the tip of his cock.
 Dr. Coy stopped, and quietly sighed, her bemused smile saddened.  She rolled her chair back and peeled off her gloves.  “12A43, I think we both can agree the treatment isn’t responding as we would have liked.”  She tossed her gloves in the bin and pulled on a fresh pair.  “I think we should seriously discuss different options for you.”  She took a pre-moistened towel and gave his genitals a good clean.  “We should have seen results in the first month, but it has been six.  I can’t justify adding additional time.”  Her eyes searched his.  “You are not suited for the Bull program.”
 She powdered him, changed her gloves, then locked him back into chastity.  When the device chimed, signaling it had uploaded its lock cypher to the State, she stripped off her gloves with a snap and entered the counter code for his restraints and released him from the wall.
 12A43 stumbled slightly as the restraints released him.  Catching his balance, he looked longingly at the steel torture device that locked his unfulfilled genitals away.  He wasn’t surprised she didn’t finish him, she never did.  She always followed State protocol and cut him off seconds before he came, but he did hope that once, just once, she would miss-time it and he could have a real orgasm.
 Accidents happen, right?  They couldn’t fine her for a one time slip up, not after so many perfect exams.  And if they did fine her, she’d just have to pay.  She’s a doctor.  She could afford a one time slip up.
 He sighed, then side-stepped until he stood on the yellow foot prints on the floor and the light above him turned from yellow to green, indicating he was were he was supposed to be.  He watched Dr. Coy angle her chair to face him, her knees pressed together and her legs crossed at the ankles.
 He strained against his chastity device.
 “Hildy?”  Dr. Coy called for her assistant.  “Request authorization for a fifteen minute consultation with patient 12A43 to discuss today’s results and further treatment, please.”
 “Right away, doctor.”  Hildy’s voice filled the room.  “Request approved.  Would you like the approval code?”
 “Add it to the file.”  Coy said, dismissively.
 “Done.  Would you like me to sit in?”
 “No.”
 “I can deactivate my microphone in this room for privacy and only respond to my wake word, or if patient 12A43 moves from his designated spot.  Do you understand, patient 12A43?”
 12A43 looked up, a little startled.  “Uh, yeah.”
 “Very good.”  Hildy said.  “Your fifteen minute private consultation begins now.”
 Dr. Coy uncrossed and re-crossed her legs.  “12A43, you’ve been very determined to be accepted to the Bull program, why?”
 12A43 didn’t answer right away.  The obvious answer was getting a personal milk maiden to come to the house and harvest his male protein, but he knew it was more than that.  “You know, because protein is important.”
 She nodded.  “Yes, it is.” She leaned forward and gave him a death jump view of her cavernous cleavage.  “But why you?”
 Her magnificent, pillowy breasts were pointed right at him and he couldn’t help but think as a Bull she would be unable to resist him.  She would prescribe his treatment and both of their chastities would simultaneously receive State authorization and unlock.  As the devices fell to the floor, they would run into each others arms as their lips crashed together.  Her man killing legs would wrap around his waist and his monster Bull cock would plunge into her, deeper and deeper until he could feel the flutter of her heart.
 “12A43?”  She called him back to reality. 
 He shifted nervously, unaccustomed to anyone paying attention to him.  “I just thought I would be good at it.”  He tried and failed to look away from her wonderfully stretched sweater peaking from the edges of her lab coat.  “I know I’m not much to look at, but neither was Earl… now look at him.”
 “Who?”
 “Oh, uh E4R1.  He’s part of the Bull program.”
 She nodded.  “Tell me about E4R1.  He sounds like an older designation code.”
 12A43 nodded.  “Yeah, older guy.  Sixties.  He’s been a Bull for a while now.  He suggested I try for the Bull program.  He works out and stuff.  Eats right.  Does whatever it takes to make sure his protein is top of the line.  He let me watch once.”
 Dr. Coy’s eyes narrowed slightly.  “Watch what?”
 “Watch him get milked.  To inspire me to be a good Bull.”
 “How did that go?”
 “Oh, it was incredible!  His maiden, her name is Chastity by the way… some name, right?  She comes by every other day.  She’s a cute little pixie with a quick smile, like a camera flash.  She moves like a hummingbird, boom, then hovers, boom, then hovers.”
 “Patient 12A43?”  Hildy called to him.  “Please remain on the foot outline on the floor.”
 “Sorry,”  He muttered, not realizing he had shifted slightly to mimic Chastity’s movements.  “Anyway, I had to sit in the corner because, you know, State regs, but I could see her work.  Earl has his own restraint chair, because, you know… Earl, right?  So once he’s locked in and his mouthguard is secured and the State logs that in, she shows us her locked chastity and the State confirms that.  She then gets on her rubber apron and gloves and locks on her mask.  Her mask is actually her face, which is kinda cool because she’s really cute and it would be a shame to cover that up, so you can still kind of see her.”
 “Patient 12A43?”  Hildy interrupted  “You have used five minutes of your fifteen minute consultation.  You have ten minutes remaining.”
 Dr. Coy’s face flashed with annoyance.  “Hildy, submit for an open extension and don’t interrupt again.”
 “Will do, Dr. Coy.  Before I bop out, would you like the open extension authorization code?”
 “No.  Add it to the file, please.”
 “Authorization has been approved.”  She said, happily.  “I’ll bop out now.”
 Dr. Coy waved at 12A43 to continue.  “So, to re-cap.  She’s wearing a copy of her own face as a mask, you’re in the corner, and Earl’s locked in his chair.”  She pointed.  “You’re holding your hands apart like you’re holding something.  Is that Earl?”
 12A43 looked at his hands then adjusted them slightly, gauging size.
 “Earl’s a big dude.”  Dr. Coy whispered.  
 “Yeah.”  He agreed.
 “So you want to be part of the Bull program to get big like Earl?”
 12A43 thought for a moment, then shrugged.  “I guess it’s the whole thing, you know?  The milk maiden, the…”  He gestured with his hands.  “The whole thing.  I mean, Chastity kinda gets in there.  She has such tiny hands and her fingers move like pretty spiders rolling up and down… and Earl’s so big she has to use her forearms for a bit and she got him cradled against her shoulder like a wrestling match.  It took almost an hour before she put the vacuum pump cup on him and then slid down him as if he was a fireman’s pole.  She keeps at it until her pump machine auto-shuts down because it’s full.”
 Dr. Coy looked alarmed.  “Wait, you’re not saying she is allowing Earl to orgasm.”
 “She’s totally letting him orgasm.  She said so after they were done.  She believes it provides a better grade protein.”
 Dr. Coy grimaced and made a slash with her hand across her neck.  She then sat up and spoke more to the microphone in the room.  “12A43, not being a trained professional, you cannot state on such matters, and the maiden you have indicated sounds as if she is State certified in good standing and would never allow a male to achieve an orgasm, and was joking with you when she said she was violating State protocol, is that correct?”
 12A43 made an O with his lips and nodded.
 Dr. Coy motioned with her hands and mouthed the words, ‘yes doctor’.
 “Yes, Doctor… Uh, I am not a State standing and Chastity must have been good certified in jokingly with me.”
 Dr. Coy sighed quietly.  “Okay, so… right, Chastity milks Earl in compliance with State protocol.”  The doctor continued.  “You’re saying Earl fills the machine?”
 “One liter, plus overflow.”
 “Amazing...”  She responded, her face slack.  “That explains how he has his own chair.”  Dr. Coy sat back and took a calming breath.  “So, back to you, 12A43.  You’re not Earl, and I imagine most men on the planet are not Earl, and Earl is very lucky to have a skilled and qualified milk maiden as Chastity, who never lets him orgasm.  But let’s be honest, okay?  You haven’t responded to the treatment as strongly as we would like.  Not to put too fine a point on it, you’ve shown no response at all, so it will be very unlikely you will be one of our lower producing Bulls, let alone in Earl’s class of Bull.”
 Saddened, 12A43 nodded.  “Yeah, I get it.”
 Dr. Coy retrieved her data-pad from her pocket.  “Looking at your assessment scores… I can’t put you forward for any further treatment.”  She winced.  “I can terminate, but it might leave you in a stronger position for something else if you removed yourself from the program voluntarily.  Would you like to do that?”
 “Yeah, I, uh, I would like to remove myself from the Bull program.”
 Dr. Coy brightened, her face lighting up the room.  “Let’s move on, shall we?”  She looked at her data-pad.  “Looking at your academics…”. Her face flashed with pain.  “Scratch that.  Let’s see your athletics.”
 12A43 swallowed.  “I know what they say.”  He said, despondently.  “I know what… all of my scores say.”
 Dr. Coy put her data-pad away.  “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
 He shook his head.  “No, it’s not your fault.”  He shrugged.  “I guess I wanted to do something that helped everyone and Earl made being a Bull sound like a slam dunk.”  
 She nodded, half conceding.  “If it were such a slam dunk, every guy would be a Bull.”  She rewarded him with a small smile. “No matter, you still have a job.”
 An invisible fist plowed into his gut.  
 His job was a seething maelstrom of despair.  It was a sucking monster of darkness every morning.  
 “Yeah…”. His voice was dry.  “I have a State guaranteed job.” 
 “Ah, right!”  She glanced quickly at her data-pad.  “Uh, you’re a professional sycophant.”
 He shook his head.  “I’m still a lay sycophant.  I stand on the train station platform and congratulate people who have made appropriate fashion choices.  I have another eight years before I’m eligible to be a professional sycophant.”
 “Sycophant is an important job.  It boosts people’s self esteem.”
 “Yeah.”
 “You don’t like being a sycophant.”
 12A43 shrugged.
 Dr. Coy tilted her head as she thought.  She then looked at her data-pad and fanned through his record.  Her delicate brows lowered with concern and 12A43 only longed for her to look at him with such intensity.  
 She looked up, her face flashing that she had seen the overlooked and obvious answer.  “What about hucow?”

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