Cummunists UK were elected into government on the strength of a bold manifesto promising to send all 18-year-old males on mandatory “Nutional Service” — that is, to spend a year being milked of all their seed in nationwide “sperm barns”, which would not only provide jobs for thousands of cum-harvesters throughout the UK, but also a steady output of young male nut milk to export around the globe to a lucrative and largely untapped market of millions of perverts and sexual deviants, providing much-needed growth to the UK economy. (Some stuff about funding the NHS and ending fossil fuels also picked up a few votes.)
Within weeks of taking power, the first barns were being erected and nervous young men approaching their 18th birthdays were desperately trying to find ways of avoiding the impending draft — but there was no escaping their fate. A year into the Cummunists’ first term in office, the newly-established National Wrangling Force began rounding up every 18-year-old male in the land for compulsory cum production.
Naturally there was some unrest; while some young men went willingly, enticed by the idea of having to do nothing but goon their brains out for a year, (or indeed, for the queer ones, by the opportunity to spend a year surrounded by countless other boys nutting non-stop,) many more tried to resist, determined not to be turned into “cattle” for the state. But these rebellious outbreaks were swiftly dealt with and thousands of feisty young lads were taken into custody protesting “This is wrong! We have rights! You can’t take our cum!” as they were dragged away struggling in cuffs by the NWF.
By the time they were led into their nearest sperm barn to be taken to the registration room where their details would be entered into the system and their clothes removed, they were usually overcome with a paralysing fear at the sight of hundreds of virile lads chained down naked on their hands and knees alongside each other in rows. The first thing that hit a newcummer was the sound. You could hear it echoing along the corridors as you entered the building: the clattering of milking machines, the constant low-level whirring, the sucking of jerking pumps, and the groaning, grunting, sobbing, and shrieking of ejaculating teenagers.
Even those who had entered relatively enthusiastically were soon shaking their heads in distress, whimpering “No, not like this! Please, no more! I can’t cum again, please!” as vibrators buzzed against their tender nipples, their dangling balls full of cream, their quivering taints and their spread thighs, and robotic arms wafted ticklish feathers up and down the soles of their twitching feet, and anal plugs nestled snugly inside their clenching holes purred against their prostates to keep them hard throughout the day.
And all the while their throbbing cocks were relentlessly jacked-off by the self-lubing pumps, their foreskins (for the uncut majority) repeatedly slipped back and forth over their glistening heads, making them moan and squirm against the shackles holding them down in the humiliating all-fours, or “bull”, position, and forcing them to shoot their loads constantly with little respite.
The tanks beneath each lad’s milking stall slowly filled with thick white gloop freshly extracted from their aching balls and had to be regularly emptied by staff. After being replaced with empty tanks, the full ones were taken to the bottling department for each precious drop to be bottled up and kept in an industrial chiller, ready for shipping. When a batch was due to be dispatched, the bottles were loaded onto a trolley and wheeled past the rows of snivelling, shouting, spurting young men who would look up in horror at the fruits of their labour and wonder with a shudder... who produced all that? Was it Mark’s milk? Were they bottles of Connor’s cum? Surely not Jack’s jizz? Or maybe Scott’s spunk? But they were quickly distracted by yet another orgasm, and the pump slurping another milky load from their raw slits, which focused their minds back on their monotonous task: continuous cumming.
The boys were kept well-fed and hydrated, in keeping with the UK’s commitment to proper treatment of cum cows as laid out in the UN charter. Diets were healthy and nutritious, full of fruit, vegetables, nuts, and a good dash of Sauce™. The exact ingredients of Sauce™ were a well-guarded secret; suffice it to say it was a potent aphrodisiac that kept the young men in a state of heightened sexual arousal no matter how scared, angry, and/or exhausted they were.
Occasionally a newcummer would find himself chained down next to a familiar face — an old schoolfriend, a neighbour, or a cousin, for example — and the two of them would spend their time flushed with embarrassment at being forced to see each other nude and shivering in bondage, drooling in sexual stupor, and surrendering all their semen to a mechanical pump. They would try not to look, disgusted by the sight of each other’s loads oozing through the tubes from their pumps down into their tanks, but morbid fascination would elicit the odd glance sideways and a pitiful plea for help, though both knew neither could do anything to protect the other.
And of course twin brothers were always kept in adjacent milking stalls, partly as a sociological experiment to see if they would produce the same quantity of milk over the same duration, or whether inherent sibling competition would compel one to unconsciously give up more loads than the other. (Current findings: inconclusive.)
As the end of each young man’s year of mandatory dairy duty approached, they were evaluated for productivity and quality of their milk. Those who scored highly in both respects were kept in captivity to continue their milking beyond the compulsory twelve months, and their families were compensated with generous financial incentives. (It was amazing how many were happy to sacrifice their sons indefinitely to a prolonged sexual ordeal in return for a lump sum and pension security.)
Initially considered a controversial idea, Nutional Service undeniably helped the Cummunist party elevate the UK economy to the highest in the world, ensuring a level of prosperity envied by other countries and inspiring similar schemes from Brazil to Japan. Indeed, it was so successful that even after the Cummunists were voted out of office after their third term, Nutional Service continued on regardless and the UK became one of the world’s leading male nut milk producers.
