6 - Package for You

It was nearly the end of Holly's first day as a milk maid. Both she and Natalie had filled, capped, and stored their last jugs of semen, and there was only about ten minutes left before their shift ended.

Holly followed Natalie as the woman grabbed an odd device from the top of the equipment shelf, then they moved to stand behind the large fellow that apparently needed to be replaced.

"This is a trimmer." Natalie said, showing the hand-held machine to Holly.

It was made mostly of white plastic, with a thick, round handle; a set of sturdy, slotted jaws that formed a moderately large circle when closed; and an unlit, dark green LED button at the top of the outer edge of the handle.

"It has a replaceable clip, which you can access at the bottom of the handle." Natalie instructed.

She released a catch with her free hand, and a cylindrical object slid smoothly out of the handle.

"The clip holds the bands that the trimmer needs to keep the process tidy." Natalie continued.

Holly took the cylinder from Natalie and peered at it closely. While it was mostly empty, there were a few sets of bands still ready at the bottom of the clip. The bands looked like some sort of strange cross between a heavy duty rubber band and a zip-tie.

"This clip is nearly empty, but there are plenty of replacements on the top equipment shelf." Natalie said, as she slid the clip back into the trimmer.

"First, you'll want to make sure the guy you're going to be trimming is nice and erect, and that his testicles are loose and relaxed." Natalie said. "You might need to use your mouth on them, because they often seem to know when they're about to be trimmed, which usually makes them a little tense."

Natalie bent down and sucked the man's balls, which were riding high and tight, into her mouth. As she suckled gently on his testicles, she also caressed his mostly flaccid member with her free hand. After a few moments of this treatment, his manhood responded instinctively, with his cock swelling mightily and his ball-sack relaxing into soft pendulousness.

"There we go, good boy." Natalie murmured to the man as she pulled back and ceased her efforts.

"Now, just take hold of him, like this." Natalie said. "Then slip the trimmer around the base of his genitals."

She demonstrated by taking a firm grip all the way around the male's cock and balls, pulling them away from his body slightly. She then placed the open jaws of the trimmer around the root of his manhood, flush with the skin of his groin.

"Push the green button once, to close the handles and set the bands. Once everything is in place and ready, the light will turn on, which means you can then press the button again to finish trimming the man. Easy."

Natalie let go of the man, removed the trimmer, which she hadn't activated as she had described its functions, then handed the device to Holly.

"Okay, go ahead and do it." Natalie instructed.

"Uh, me?" Holly asked, a little flustered.

"Yeah, we're only doing the one guy today, and you need to know how to do this, so you're gonna be the one to do it." Natalie responded. "Don't worry, it's as easy as pie. You can't hardly mess up."

"Alright, I guess." Holly said.

She took the man's penis and testicles in hand, then pulled them out from his body, just as she had seen Natalie do. She raised the trimmer, set it against the base of his manhood, and aligned it so his vulnerable flesh would be perfectly centered within the circle of the trimmer's jaws when they closed.

"This is right?" Holly asked, looking back to Natalie and doing her best to ignore the increasing amount of squirming and struggling coming from the male before her.

"Yep." Natalie answered.

"Push the button?" Holly asked.

"Push the button." Natalie confirmed.

Holly pressed down firmly on the dark green button, and immediately felt the machine in her hands come to life. The jaws closed around the man's genitals, firmly but not un-gently, trapping them within the circle they created. Holly then felt a few small vibrations emanate from the trimmer, as, one after another, two bands were pulled from the clip, run along the slots on the inside of the jaws, thereby encircling the trapped flesh completely, then cinched tight and secure. The man jerked once, quite furiously, against his bonds when this happened, then moaned in apparent agony.

The flesh beneath the bands was squeezed hard by the crushing pressure of the thick rubber, and Holly winced as she heard the muffled cries of the man designated for replacement.

"How bad is this hurting him?" Holly asked, concern coloring her voice.

"Some." Natalie allowed. "Don't let it worry you too much; it's only temporary. Your light's turned green, by the way."

The light had indeed come on in the trimmer's button, turning the dark green a bright, cheery lime color.

"So, I just push the button again?" Holly asked, grimacing at the continued wriggling protests of the bound man in front of her.

"Yeah, one more press of the button, and it's done." Natalie said, nodding her head encouragingly. "Keep a hand on his cock as you do it, too."

"Okay, here goes." Holly said.

She turned her head slightly, closing one eye and squinching up her face, as if she expected a small explosion, then pressed the button for the second and final time.

There was a small snicking sound, as if someone had opened a folding pocket knife quickly, then the man's penis and testicles simply fell from his body, completely severed.

Despite Natalie's warning, Holly nearly dropped the man's cock and balls when it happened, so surprised was she by the simplicity of the event. She managed to hold on to them though, and brought them up close to her face, to see what she had wrought.

One of the bands the trimmer had applied constricted the severed, raw end of the manhood within her hands. Holly noticed that the other band had stayed tightly in place on the male, at the root of his penis.

"There's a little blade which passes perfectly between the two bands." Natalie explained. "The outer band keeps the detached cock nice and plump, while the inner band keeps us from getting covered in spurting blood."

"That was pretty easy, actually, but it seems like he's still in a lot of pain." Holly commented, looking down at the wailing, quivering male.

"It passes." Natalie said, dismissively. "Those things are made to come off, anyway. Why do you think they stick out so far?"

"Why do we trim them off, anyway? Is there a reason?" Holly asked, lifting the man's severed organs up and bouncing them lightly in Natalie's direction to emphasize her question.

"Well, it's company policy to trim outgoing males when they're replaced." Natalie said. "They do it mostly to try and wring one last little bit of profit out of them, I think."

"What, are these valuable?" Holly asked, waggling the objects in question.

"To the right people, yeah. They're sort of a delicacy." Natalie replied. "Haven't you ever seen them in the market?"

"Hmm, yeah, I guess you're right. I never paid them much attention, though." Holly responded, thoughtfully. "I guess I always just sort of filed them into the same category as other weird foods, like pig's feet, or chicken gizzards, or fish sphincters, or whatever. Those things are technically edible, I suppose, but who in their right minds would actually want to eat them?"

"Oh, no. Holly, dear, that is doing man-meat a grave disservice, I'm afraid." Natalie said, shaking her head.

"Wait, you've eaten these before?" Holly asked, skeptically.

"Oh, yes. As often as I can manage." Natalie answered, smiling. "They're quite good, if prepared right."

"Oh. I see." Holly said, doubtfully.

"Well, if you don't want them, you can just put them in the refrigerator next to the milk jugs." Natalie said. "But I really want to encourage you to try it, at least once."

"Hmm, I don't know.." Holly said, looking down at the meat in her hand with a frown.

"Hey, why don't you come over to my place after work. We can cook those up right, just for you." Natalie said. "You won't be disappointed, I promise you."

Holly brightened visibly at the offer. She had realized, as the day had passed, that she really liked Natalie. Her new coworker was a few years older than her, which, to Holly, made her seem cool, mature, and worldly. She was also very friendly, and quite pretty as well. Holly felt her heart leap into her throat as she looked at Natalie, who was smiling warmly at her.

"My girlfriend's a great cook." Natalie finished.

Holly's heart dropped back out of her throat and straight to the bottom of her stomach.

"Oh, well, I don't want to impose.." she said, weakly.

"Nonsense. Emily is going to love you." Natalie said, firmly. "I insist."

"Well, okay. You've convinced me." Holly allowed, despite her own reservations, smiling a little at Natalie's enthusiasm. "Uh, how much do these things cost? I don't actually have much money with me today."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Natalie replied, easily. "The company only charges us employees half price, which is quite nice of them. That usually means thirty or forty dollars for a nice, full package like that set."

"However, since it's your first set, the company will give them to you for free. Think of it as a nice little signing bonus." Natalie continued. "I think they do it just to get us employees hooked on the things. We're definitely the company's best customers when it comes to man-meat."

Both women left the man they had just trimmed, who was still sobbing in quiet agony, and returned to the front of the room. Holly dropped the trimmer off at the equipment shelf, then joined Natalie at the door.

"So, our shift's over?" Holly asked.

"Yeah, in another minute or so." Natalie confirmed. "Pretty easy job, huh?"

"It isn't too bad, is it." Holly said, smiling. "Although, my forearms and hands are pretty tired."

"Mmm, yeah. It will take you a couple of weeks for your grip to strengthen up. You'll probably be pretty sore in your arms, especially your hands, by Friday." Natalie said, nodding.

"Will that guy be okay?" Holly asked, motioning back towards the large male who was now marked for replacement.

"Oh, yeah. He'll be fine." Natalie said. "The cleaning crew will take care of him."

"What happens to the men after they get replaced?" Holly asked, curious.

"They get put out to pasture, apparently." Natalie said, absently.

Holly thought about that for a moment, then asked another question.

"What does that mean?"

Natalie paused for a second, blinking, then shrugged.

"You know, I never really thought to ask." she answered. "I guess I just always assumed they simply went back to whatever farm they were raised at."

"Does it matter, really?" Natalie asked.

"I guess not. I was just a little curious." Holly said. "Well, I'm ready to leave if you are. I'm looking forward to meeting your girlfriend."

"Heh, are you gonna leave just like that?" Natalie asked, clearly amused.

"Uh, like what?" Holly asked, confused.

"With your boobs hanging out?" Natalie said, covering her laughter with one hand.

"With my.. Oh!" Holly gasped, looking down at herself.

Holly had, after removing her top, soon grown accustomed to the fact of her own, and Natalie's, partial nudity, and, with all the excitement of learning new things at a new job, that fact had slipped from her mind completely. Flushing bright red in embarrassment, she rushed over to her bra and top, donning them quickly. Natalie, she realized, must have put her top back on while Holly was returning the trimmer to its proper place. Holly had been so distracted thinking about the meat she was carrying in her hands that she hadn't even noticed.

"Okay, now I'm really ready." Holly said, face still flushed in acute self consciousness. "Where does your girlfriend work, anyway?"

"Right here." Natalie replied, simply, as they exited the room together.

"Oh, she works here, too? Where at?" Holly asked.

"Like I said, right here." Natalie stated, pointing down the hallway and grinning. "Room 404, right next door."

As if on cue, another woman walked up the hallway towards them, smiling and waving lightly.

"Hey babe, who's your friend?" she called.

"Emily, this is the new girl, Holly. I just spent this last shift training her." Natalie replied. "Holly, this is my girlfriend, Emily."

"Hi, Holly. Is that some man-meat in your hands, or are you just happy to see me?" Emily asked, smiling prettily.

Natalie groaned, obviously having heard Emily's bad joke many times before.

"Holly and I just got finished trimming a guy." Natalie said. "He wasn't below the red line yet, but she needed to learn how to do it, so we went ahead and did him anyway."

"Mmm, I see." Emily said, nodding her head in approval at the plump manhood in Holly's hands. "May I?"

"Uh, sure." Holly said, handing over the meat.

"My, my. This certainly is a nice set." Emily murmured appreciatively, after squeezing and hefting the severed penis and testicles, appraising them with what was obviously an experienced eye. "You're a lucky girl, getting this much meat for free on your first day."

"Holly and I were hoping that you might cook it up for her." Natalie said, draping her arms around Emily's shoulders from behind, giving her a light hug. "I've been telling her just how fantastic a cook you are. She's never had any man-meat before, and I can't think of a better way to introduce her to it than by serving her some cooked by you."

"Mmm, shameless flattery. How can I refuse?" Emily responded, turning her head and kissing Natalie lightly on her lips.

"Of course," Natalie began, a wicked smile crossing her features. "there is another way we could introduce this meat to her, and we wouldn't even need to cook it first."

"Oh, how delightfully perverse of you, Natalie." Emily replied, with an amused smile of her own.

Holly, realizing just what they were talking about, looked from Natalie, still flashing her wicked smile, to Emily, who simply quirked a knowing eyebrow up questioningly at her, to the ample amount of meat in Emily's hands, imagining what they might do to her with it. Then she gulped and flushed so deeply crimson that it looked like she might be in danger of catching fire.

"My goodness, she's simply adorable." Emily proclaimed, upon seeing Holly's reaction to their innuendo. "Natalie, may we keep her?"

"Well, that depends, dearest." Natalie replied, looking straight at Holly with a hungry, licentious glint in her eyes. "Does she want to be kept?"

Holly, whose mouth had gone nearly dry, took a few moments to respond. Natalie, she knew, was extremely nice and very pretty, while Emily was, quite simply, gorgeous. The fact that these two visions of beauty were expressing such direct and unreserved interest in her was doing funny things to her brain, making it hard to speak or even think.

"That, uh.. That might be fun, to try." she finally managed, somewhat lamely.

"That, Holly, was the correct answer." Natalie said, taking one of Holly's arms in her own.

"Indeed it was." Emily concurred, tucking the meat she held into the crook of one arm and taking Holly's free arm in her other. "Shall we?"

Holly, her heart thumping high in her throat, allowed her two new coworkers to lead her to their home.

Being a milkmaid, she felt, was going to be a pretty rewarding experience.

7 - Dichotomy

Perhaps the worst part about getting his manhood cut off was the fact that he had known it was coming.

He had known for months, in fact. It wasn't hard to connect the dots when you had literally nothing else to think about all day. He had watched, with mounting dread, as all the men who had arrived before him had been dragged off, cockless and ball-free, by ones and twos, every few days.

Finally, he was the oldest one in his room, and he knew his time would come soon.

What he hadn't anticipated, however, was getting to hear his usual milkmaid describe his impending nullification to the new milkmaid. It was a special kind of horror, listening to them chat about cutting off a rather important piece of him in completely casual terms, as if they were just about to trim his hair, and being able to do nothing at all about it.

The fact that the girl who was about to remove his manhood had been, just a few hours earlier, eagerly stroking him to orgasm, only added salt and vinegar to the wound.

The bands that cinched around the base of his cock and balls, vise tight, inflicted upon him the worst pain he had ever felt in his entire life. He thought his agony could grow no worse, until, a few moments later, the girl had activated the blade that severed his sexual organs from him completely.

There were no words that could describe his pain after that, and the gut wrenching tide of it simply refused to abate in the slightest. It drove virtually all thought from his mind, and the last thing he remembered seeing, before he passed out, was the new girl, smiling and happy, walking out of the milking room with his manhood held casually in her small, soft hands.

He was aware of very little over the next hour or so, and only really regained some semblance of his senses when he felt himself be half carried and half dragged down a ramp and dropped, unceremoniously and with no regard for his injury, on rough, tufted grass.

He felt his plug get pulled, and his bladder valve released. A few moments later, he heard several loud clangs, as the loading ramp was raised, a heavy gate was closed, and two vehicle doors slammed shut. A large truck rumbled to life, then drove away, leaving him, wherever he was, completely alone.

Alone, except for the two dozen or so other men scattered around him, all of who were on the ground, like him, hunched over and clutching their mutilated groins.

As he took in his predicament, his mind flashed back to his last memory of the girl who had taken his manhood from him. He wondered, briefly, just what she had done with it, as another wave of agony roiled up his abdomen from his damaged crotch.

---

Holly had never before, in her entire life, felt so good as she did now.

Natalie and Emily had practically dragged her to their home, which was in easy walking distance to their shared workplace. Once there, they had wasted little time in shedding their own clothes and convincing Holly to do the same with hers.

She was currently laying on her new friends' very large, very soft bed, with her head and torso in Emily's lap, as the ridiculously pretty woman kissed and caressed Holly's lips, face, and breasts. Natalie, meanwhile, was enthusiastically pumping the head and shaft of the cock that Holly had cut off, only a short time before, into her new friend's quivering pussy.

When Natalie lowered her mouth to Holly's clit, and began licking it in time with each thrust of meat into her cleft, Holly came hard enough that she thought she might lose her mind.

---

Despite the pain which threatened his very sanity, he managed to, slowly and carefully, stand himself up.

Every step he took made his lower body feel like someone was gleefully and sadistically tugging on his innards, but he persisted. He made his way to the gate, which was the only portal in a seemingly endless high fence, which he had heard clang shut earlier.

It was, of course, locked fast.

Even if he could climb it, which he knew in his throbbing gut to be an impossibility at the moment, he would never be able to negotiate the tangle of barbed wire that topped both it and the endless fence.

He turned around, leaning heavily on the gate, and surveyed the ground before him. He and his similarly damaged compatriots had been unloaded and abandoned in a large, grassy clearing, which was peppered intermittently with oddly shaped white stones. Surrounding the clearing was dense, dark forest, which loomed forebodingly in the waning light of the setting sun.

Letting himself slide down the gate into a curled sitting position, he wondered just what he was going to do.

---

What you had to do, according to Emily, was to completely hollow out the penis.

Once that was done, you could mince the resulting cock meat, mix in some herbs, spices, and other tasty ingredients, then stuff the whole mess back into the emptied out cock skin.

The result was basically a penis sausage, which Emily had cheekily dubbed "The Cockwurst", that cooked up very well on a grill. Lain in a toasted bun, with Holly's preferred condiments adorning it, it had been quite delicious indeed.

Holly had given Natalie and Emily a bite each, and all three girls had happily chewed and swallowed their mouthfuls of manhood, then breathed out a sigh of pleased satisfaction.

---

His breath left him in ragged, terrified gasps.

The odd stones had, of course, turned out to be bones. He had just made this grim discovery, and was about to point it out to all the men around him, or those few not incapacitated by pain, at least, when he heard the first howls.

The wolves had come as dusk fell.

He had managed, somehow, to stumblingly evade being brought down by the savage canids, fleeing from the deadly clearing and into the dark of the forest. He could hear, still, the screams of the men who hadn't been so fortunate as him.

Somewhere along his frantic flight, the band holding his wound closed had slipped off. He clutched at his ruined crotch, desperately trying to stem the flow of blood that spurted from him with every step and every breath.

He didn't want to die out here. He didn't want to be eaten.

---

Eating the two testicles that Emily had prepared for her turned out to be, by a fair margin, the high point so far of Holly's lifetime worth of culinary experiences.

While the cockwurst had been merely good, the testicles were absolutely superb.

Emily had popped them from their sack of thin skin, peeled them out of their tough outer layer, then sunk a syringe filled with some sort of marinade deep into each, filling them near to bursting. After that, the smiling, beautiful, and very nude cook had wrapped the meaty orbs in smoked bacon, run a skewer through them, then set them on the hot grill to cook.

They had been served to Holly while they were still sizzling, so she'd had to wait, quite impatiently, for them to cool, all the while being teased by their unfamiliar, yet mouthwateringly tantalizing aroma. When they'd finally cooled, instead of allowing Holly to eat them immediately, her new friends had each slowly fed one of the succulent balls of meat to her themselves, their unwavering eye contact and knowing smiles heightening the sensuality of the experience.

The taste was divine. Juicy, meaty, and oh so very rich, with an odd, but pleasant, musky aftertaste that seemed to light a fire in her abdomen, blowing fresh air and fuel on the simmering embers of her lust.

---

His groin felt like it was on fire, but that actually seemed to be the least of his worries at the moment.

Something had followed his bloody trail through the now nearly pitch black forest.

Something big.

His frantic, scrambling flight had slowly come to a halt, as mounting blood loss and pain had forced him to first his knees, then his stomach. He scrabbled feebly at the rough ground, trying to drag himself away from the loud crunching noises of the thing approaching him in the darkness.

He flopped over on his back, trying to see just what it was that pursued him.

He caught a brief glimpse of long, shaggy fur; large, humped shoulders; and clawed paws the size of dinner plates, before the huge brown bear was upon him.

His last sight was of dozens of inches long teeth descending toward him, lips flared and jaws opened wide, as the grizzly caught up with its meal.

---

Holly writhed under the combined assault of both Natalie and Emily's lips and tongues. The two women seemed to want to kiss, lick, and nibble every last inch of the girl, as if she was a particularly tasty morsel that they were determined to enjoy to the fullest.

The fact that Holly was bound hand and foot to the bed stand, by soft and colorful silken scarves, only made matters worse.

Holly squirmed futilely during a short pause, as Emily and Natalie had a brief but intense debate as to which of them more deserved to have Holly's clitoris in their mouth. The debate was resolved when they agreed to have a tongue wrestling match for the honor, with Holly's sensitive nubbin acting as referee.

The girl bucked in ecstasy as both of her new friends sucked and licked on her sexual center at the same time.

Holly, with the taste of a man's perfectly cooked balls still lingering in her mouth, and as two gorgeous women fought over her clitoris with their tongues, had the orgasm of her life.

8 - Epilogue

If it hadn't been for Emily, Holly would have been late for her second day of work as a milkmaid, which would probably not have impressed her employers much.

Natalie, who's next shift was not scheduled to start for another twelve hours, got to sleep in, which made Holly very jealous. Both Emily and Holly had awakened late, and had time for only a brief, cleansing splash of a shower together before they had to dash, quite literally, to work.

Panting, Holly had arrived at her room, 402, with just moments to spare.

The large male she and Natalie had trimmed the day before had been replaced; a new man was bound in his former position at the second horse in the first row.

Holly looked around the room for a few moments, taking in the view of all the men, securely bound, awaiting her touch.

Her men.

Holly shucked off her clothes, stripping completely nude. After the previous night, she thought that she would probably never have any hang-ups about nudity ever again.

She stepped over to the tablet by the door, removing it from its charger and waking it up. Quickly, she flipped through each man's chart, scanning them closely for what she wanted.

Holly found it near the middle of the stack: the man who now had the lowest daily total production numbers. She traced the line of his chart with her finger, estimating when he might fall below the red line.

Next week. Perhaps as early as the end of this week, but more probably next week, Holly thought. She looked up from the tablet, finding his location within the room.

A moment later, she stood behind him, eyeing his dangling manhood critically. It was small, much more small, than the set she had so enjoyed the previous evening.

But still, the cock and balls before her looked tasty, and her empty stomach rumbled at the sight of them. Recalling Natalie's advice the previous day, Holly knelt down behind the man, ducked her head low, and took his member in her hand. She angled the stiffening penis back towards her open mouth, and began to vigorously stroke it.

She might not be able to have his meat on her plate until next week, but that didn't mean Holly couldn't get a preview on how he might taste right now. Her tummy rumbled again, in approval of the idea, it seemed, and her mouth began to water in anticipation.

"Come on, boy. Give me everything you've got." she whispered, as the man began to moan and writhe. "I'm hungry, and I've got a lot of guys to get to and a lot of jugs to fill today. Don't keep me waiting."

As the first splash of semen hit her waiting tongue, Holly realized something.

She was going to simply love her new job.

END

Author's Note:

I really enjoyed writing this one, and I'm very happy with how it came out.

I hope you take as much pleasure from it as I did.