Storiesonline.net ------- Fetishes of the Rich by T-Rix Copyright© 2009 by T-Rix ------- Description: We often wonder how they always manage to get away the same things that we never could. A short story that tells what one young man thought, and his driving passion, or what we generally call a fetish. Codes: MF mm ------- ------- Chapter 1 Where to begin? Well, I guess that it is a fact of life that if you are rich enough you can get away with just about anything. I was born into money; old money. I went to the best schools, not that I wanted to. There was nothing that I couldn't have. I grew up with the proverbial silver spoon. The only fly in this ointment was my parents. They had the opinion that having money and power put you in the position of trust and respect. I have to admit that if you are programmed with this position early enough and constantly have it drummed into you, it does start to take hold. I believed it and I lived it. At least until I go to boarding school. All of the privileged children went to one form of boarding school or another. Some were military and some weren't, but in all cases that was where we lived our lives. When puberty hit was when you found yourself at odds from the constant drumming of the old saws. They told us that chastity and purity were the cornerstones of human decently. We listened closely and nodded our heads, then quickly headed back to the dorms and masturbated ourselves into our nightly coma. To live once again awake and start the whole process over again. It is also during this time that you truly learn about what you are capable of. You never want to admit that a demon lives in your body, and at times you can't control his existence. Such an example happened on a Wednesday evening, when Tommy Bakerman told (in complete confidence) that he was gay. It took no more than thirty minutes to travel through the entire dorm. I think that even the other dorms knew, but couldn't be sure. On Friday Evening I entered the dorm to cries of despair. I quickly followed the sounds and found to my utter shock and dismay Tommy Bakerman, with his hands tied behind his back and bent over two foot lockers stacked in the second floor washrooms. What shocked me most was the line of boys, lined up on each end, waiting for their turn to use Tommy. The sounds of despair were coming from Tommy. I wasn't sure what I should do, but I did realize that my cock was a hard was it ever had been. I quickly found myself dropping my clothes and joining the line with the other twelve and thirteen year olds. I noticed that there were more than a few that had to drop out of line and move back to the end as they stroked their cocks to orgasm even before they made it to Tommy, but it didn't seem to distract them at all. When my turn came I stepped up and lined my cock at the gaping maw that had been Tommy's ass-hole. It was leaking a steady stream of jizz and on the floor between his legs was puddle of light brown sludge. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure what it was, and where it came from. It was also obvious that it wasn't something that you wanted to step in. I placed my cock at the opening and grabbed each of his hips. A smooth and firm push ended me as deep as I could go. There wasn't much resistance and I wondered if this was as god as it got. He boy feeding his cock into his mouth, just in front of me, commented that a good firm slap on the ass would get things back in working order. I frowned for a second and raised my hand and brought it down with enough force to be heard down the hall. Tommy squealed and tightened his ass right up. I realized that this was much better and quickly started a fast pounding stroke. Of course I didn't last long and joined the others that had been there before me. When I moved off I decided to try out the other line and quickly when to the end. I hoped that by the time I was at the head I would be recovered. I found that it wasn't really that important, as I was back up and ready long before I got close to head of the line, to use Tommy's mouth. When I got there I noticed that there were dried tears on Tommy's face, but nothing new. His lips were obviously swollen, but his mouth was open and inviting. My first experience with a blow job was more of a face fuck, and I realized that his ass provided much better feelings and responsiveness, but since I was here I also realized that I couldn't complain. So, with a shrug of my shoulders I shoved my cock down his throat and started a good rhythm on that end as well. It was well after midnight when the last boy finished to Tommy and walked out of the washroom. I went over and used a pair of scissors to cut him free. He was covered in sperm from his nose to his toes, with the exception of his stomach, and he was laying on that. He groaned as his arms came loose. It was a quite a few minutes before he could move again. I helped him to the showers and left him there as I washed up and headed off to bed. I didn't hear Tommy come into the room and get in his own bed. The next day the feelings of guilt and remorse hit. Yes, after it is over you do usually feel guilty. When I tried to talk to Tommy he just smiled and said, "Wasn't that the greatest thing that ever happened to you?" Well, to say I was a bit confused would be an understatement. Tommy saw my looked and quickly explained, "Besides me, just how many gay boys do you think are here in school? I couldn't very well go up to any of the boys and ask them. Hello, even if they were gay they would deny it. So, it wasn't any mistake when I told Reggie that I was gay. I figured that he couldn't keep his mouth closed, and then if another boy was gay, he would be able to contact me. Who would know that the whole dorm was going to feel threatened by one little fag?" He couldn't suppress a giggle, and I realized that it sounded just like a girl and for some reason that bothered me. "I never even thought about pulling a train with sixty boys. God, I still can't believe how exciting it was. If they had left my hands untied, I would have enjoyed it a lot more. But, having them tied did add a bit of excitement, so I can't really complain. Do you think that they will do it again?" I honestly didn't know what to say. I shook my head a just walked off. I thought about it for a while and realized that nobody that had been involved really cared if there was any trouble over the event. I quickly figured out that all I had to say was that he was a queer, and with a little money everything would just go away. That was the first that I began to understand that all of those things that they told me about trust and responsibility didn't apply to sex. Sex was different; nobody really wanted to face the issues. Even the parents wanted to pretend that it didn't exist. I still had a hard time understanding all of this, but the idea was there, and time and experience would make it grow. ------- Chapter 2 After boarding school was prep school, and after that was college. Of course it had to be Harvard. I really didn't care as it was all the same to me. During the week as classes and tutors, and on the weekends it was parties and fun. One weekend was skiing in aspen, and the next it was carnival in Rio. I stayed exclusively within my privileged set. I had nothing in common with the others and the only deviation of that rule was the women. They were just gold-diggers, and after the first one I figured out how to handle them. I wasn't interested in women from my own class either. If anything they were worse, as they thought that somebody owed them something. Well, I quickly realized that it wasn't me and I made it clear that I wasn't interested. The little worker bees provided the most entertainment. They were the ones that had to work their way through school. The girls were interested in rich husbands, but always using a condom and starting out with a pre-nupt ended a lot of relationships. It was still an entertaining time. Once I got my Master in Business, dad decided that my recreation days were over. Since he controlled the purse strings I quickly realized that he had a point. Yes I had a trust fund and I could have lived off of that for as long as I wanted, but being a business major I also realized that making money was a lot more fun that just sitting around doing nothing. I started in the mail-room and worked my way up every department until I was in the board-room. It took me ten years to work my way up and I learned every lesson that dad set out to teach me. What I learned was that the board-room was where the most important deals were done. The day to day operation was all handled by the worker-bees, those hard working individuals that worked their way through college and were now trying to work their way up the corporate ladder. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate them, because I did. They were the success of the company. Their hard work and loyalty were rewarded, and the incompetent and disloyal were quickly given the boot. But it was during this time that I stumbled across once of my fetishes. One of those things that turned my cock to stone and made me fuck like the energizer bunny. Yep, I found that lactating females did it to me every time. Seeing a woman with big tits and a wet shirt gave me a stony, fuck a woody this was made of granite and tried to tear its way through my pants. I chased and indulged myself often. It was as I was considering a big deal that I had a flash of inspiration. I quickly scribbled a few notes to myself and got back to the deal at hand. When I was finished I walked into my father's office. I told him that I had a special project that I wanted to work on. I explained that I would be funding it myself, and success or failure it would be my enterprise. Dad gave me a cool look and nodded his head. I understood that it was his way of saying that I had better know what I was doing. Because with a lead-off like that you could bet that he would be coming to the rescue. I nodded back at him and left to close up my office and lock the door. I knew that it would stay that way until I returned and unlocked it myself. Finding a closed prison didn't present much of a challenge. California prison reform had newly built prisons all over the place and the old ones were just sitting around taking up tax dollars. I put in an offer to purchase three of them. You wouldn't believe how fast I got a confirmation letter. Then I set out looking for a few good female doctors. It took a while before I found the three that I wanted. I had them investigated so thoroughly that I knew how their pussy smells before I ever sent the first contact letter. While I was working on that I was buying dairy equipment. Both collection and processing equipment. Two of my doctors liked the salary offered and were ready to come on board, I sent the private investigator down to the last one and had him show her the results of his investigation. I never threatened to release any information, but she decided that the salary increase was just too much to pass up. When all three were ready to get started I put them in the offices and explained exactly what they would be doing. My first two balked and wanted out. Their investigative report gave them new confidence in my endeavor. The last one already knew the score and just watched the show. The fact that I owned all three of them was quickly obvious to them all. That was the last time that I had any problems from any of them. I set them to work setting up their infirmary, and getting ready to process my new guests. Contractors had been busy modifying every cell in the prison. I had a constant stream of specialized equipment rolling in and being installed. I hired mostly female guards, but there were a few males running around. In this facility I wasn't worried how it would look. That would be the least of my problems. My cute little doctors came up with a real cocktail for the incoming guests, and I was very impressed. I gave each of them a bonus, and then they were very impressed, too. It was easy to get access to the prison system database. I quickly found my first selectee. Her name was Debra Wilson. She was a convicted murderer. She pled guilty and she was in for life, with no possibility of parole. Actually it was death row, but since California abolished the death penalty she was just going to sit in an 8X10 cell for the rest of her life. I contacted few important people in the state of California. Some of their contacts were very open to my arrangement. I would remove the terminal convicts from the state prison system, without charge. Where this might not sound reasonable to most people, when you consider that it costs almost forty thousand dollars a year to keep a person in prison and where I didn't pay them, I didn't charge them either. The only requirements were they had to be women, and they had to be screened. If they failed the screening they would be returned. We had a list of thirty-five hundred applicants before the week was out. I did a quick calculation and whistled, a hundred and forty million dollars. I knew that somebody was going to be pocketing some serious money. I decided that this game would be best played above the table. I sent a contract spelling out the terms of the agreement. It seemed that nobody wanted to sign it. I just smiled and waited. Sooner or later their own greed would get it signed. I didn't know if they would find a scape-goat, or just push it up higher until they found somebody stupid enough to sigh it. It took six weeks before the contract came back. I used the time to get enough cells ready to handle the proposed list. My doctors were chomping at the bit. When the signed contract arrived I sent it off to my lawyer and made sure that there were numerous copies in safe places. I also sent my list for the first batch of convicts. Debra was the first to arrive. The doctors quickly checked her over and sent her fluids for testing while she waited in a holding cell. I was surprised that she came back clean for both drugs and STDs (sexually transmitted Dieses). Well we had our first guest. She was brought back to the infirmary and given her Doctor's Cocktail (DC). Four guards escorted her to her cell. When she got there she was a little surprised that they told her to strip. She decided to put up a fight. Her personality said that she would. It took all four of the guards to strip her and secure her onto the milking frame in her cell. The milking frame had a padded bar running from her neck to her pussy, and she was resting on her knees. Her tits hung down on each side of the bar. Her feet were placed in padded stirrups that activated shackles around her ankles. Her hands were placed on a pair of grips, when she squeezed the grips shackles closed around her wrists. The grips were well above her head and it was generally uncomfortable. When she pulled down on the grips it moved her milking frame forward and opened a panel in the rear of her cell. When her hands came down to a comfortable level the levers locked into place, and her milking frame was aligned to the collection point. The dairy workers on the other side of the cell wall quickly attached the suction cups to her nipples. The milking machine started the pulsing suction that would eventually activate her mammary glands. I heard her groan as I walked over to her milking frame and squatted down. "Hello Debra. Tell me would you like a reward for being a good girl?" She looked at me with hatred in her eyes, but didn't say a word. I smiled at her and said, "That's all right. You don't have to get a reward. You can just lay here and enjoy the milking until the sequence in finished, staring at the blank wall in front of you." I stood up to move away before she spoke, "What kind of reward?" I looked back at her and smiled again. I took a plate that had a seven inch rubber cock mounted on it and slipped it into place. The cock was right at her lips and she had to push herself back to keep it out of her mouth. "What the hell kind of reward is this?" I smiled again and squatted down again. "This is the multiple reward system sweetie. If you will notice here at the base of the cock there is a small switch. When you press this switch with your lips it will open a valve; the valve will only stay open for six seconds before it closes. While that valve is open it will allow you to suck on this cock. If you can suck hard enough it will slow the valve closing and that will allow you to suck your reward through the cock. Your reward is pure honey. It is hard to get, but when was the last time that you had honey?" I watched her face as she processed the information. When she was about to speak I continued, "You will also remember I said that this was a multiple reward system. We can also attach another cock for your pussy. When the switch is pressed it will plunge in, and as the valve closes it will move out. Now if that isn't pleasurable to you there is another attachment. It is a very nice little vibrator at sits on your clit, and it will operate as long as the valve is open. Now you don't have to do a single thing. All you have to do is lie here. These are just rewards for good little girls that want to earn them. It is a challenge and reward and it gives you something to do instead of just lay here." I watched her process the idea. She thought for a minute before she asked, "How do I select what reward that I want?" I smiled at her. I noticed that the hatred wasn't in her eyes any more, now it was just curiosity. I pointed to the letters in the back of the panel, above the rubber cock. "You will see the three squares marked H, D and V. You will notice that the light above the H square is lit. Each of those are switches that you can pull yourself forward to press with your head. The light will show you which one is selected. Honey is always the default, but you can select Dildo or Vibrator. You can even select all three during a session. Your reward is your choice." She thought for a minute before she said, "Well, it isn't a very nice thing to do to a lady, but I have to admit that it is creative and a hell of a lot better than I have had lately. You do know that you won't get anything out of my tits don't you?" I smiled at her again, "Actually we will. It might take a little time before they start to respond, but it will happen. I am sorry to say that until they start producing it might hurt some, but hopefully the reward system will help take your mind off of the worst of it." I watched her shiver once before she said, "You can't do this, it isn't legal. They'll put you in prison for it." I smiled at her, "I'm sorry sweetie but I'm afraid that it is legal. I have a contract with the state. In case that you are interested they know what I'm doing, in general. They were kind enough to sell me a few thousand of you, for my dairy farm. I can do anything that I want with you. I don't even have to keep you alive. Do you remember that form that you signed that says that you volunteer for experimental medical treatment? I'm sure that you hoped to end the endless waiting, but you see this is also an experimental medical procedure." I watched the implications sink in and the horror cross her face. She now spoke with fear, "I won't cooperate with you. I'll never willingly be a party to this." I smiled at her again and ran my hand through her hair. "I know, but you really won't have any choice. It took four guards to strip you and put you on your frame. The next time that you refuse to cooperate they will make you wish that you had gotten on your frame when you milking light comes on. The time after that you probably won't be able to get off of the frame when we are finished. And, each time it will get worse. Sooner or later you will you will figure it out that it will just hurt less to get on the frame, because it's going to happen anyway." I gave her a sad smile and hoped that she wouldn't get hurt too bad as I left her there to consider her options. ------- Chapter 3 It was six months before we had three thousand inmates. Quite a few were rejected from the screening; Herpes and Aids were the major rejects. Drugs were pretty minor; we could get them off drugs, since drugs never made it into our facility. Inmates had no contact with the outside, so money and drugs never had a chance of getting in. Smuggling in drugs for an inmate was even more stupid since she had nothing to pay you with. If you were caught with drugs, let's say that we pressed charges to the fullest extent of the law, and if you happened to know the right you might even be sent to this facility. That was not something that any of the guards wanted. It took some time and we wasted some product getting out systems up and running correctly, but you have to expect some losses. We now have a complete processing center in full operation. I have been thinking about expanding the operation into Washington. They people that I have talked to are very interested in having a processing center. Our products are sold only by word of mouth, and there are never any complaints about our pricing. If somebody wants to complain we simply refuse their order. They quickly change their tune or try to find another supplier, which is quite impossible. There were some rumors about a similar operation, but their quality was in serious question. When you deal with our type of clients, poor quality could be a death sentence. Our line of products has grown. Originally we only offered 100% breast milk. Well, that was okay for a start but we soon expanded to skim milk, whole milk, and pasteurized milk. From there we branched out to the whole line of dairy products, like butter, heavy cream, cheese of various types and even cottage cheese. Our price list looks something like this: Milk — 1 Gallon · Skim Milk $3500 · Whole Milk $3000 · Pasteurized Milk $4000 Butter — 1 Lb $2500 Cream — 1 Qt $2500 Hvy Cream — 1 Qt $3000 Cream Cheese — 1 Pt $3000 Cheese — 1 Lb Block $5000 · Cheddar · Gouda · American · Colby · Colby-Jack · Monterey · Muenster · PepperJack · Swiss Of course shipping is extra. We made a deal with a specialty shipping company. Refrigerated right to the customers door and always fresh. Depending on the distance from California it can almost double the costs, but our clients are concerned less about price, and more about the product. I made more money in the last month at full production than it cost to open the facility. On the average the girls are happy. They spend about ten minutes every two hours on the milking machine. We manage to get about a gallon per girl per day. The final milking is at 10 PM, and the first milking of the day is at 6 AM. We have the most complaints at the morning milking; the girls are full and cranky and in some cases in serious pain. The trustee system allows for some serious advantages. Such as access to the male employees, they don't have to do anything they don't want to do, but some of them do miss male company. Also they have access to a portable milking machine 24/7. They have extended freedom during the day and can go almost everywhere in the facility. They also have yard privileges; in some cases it is the first time the girls have been outside in years. Almost every girl has had a major attitude shift once she was on the milking machine for any length of time. The most hardened of them turned into pussy-cats. They became loving and gentle. We aren't sure why, but we suspect it's the hormones. More than one guard has commented that it could be the reward system. They have reported that many of the girls spend most of their waking hours masturbating. We certainly do mind that as it keeps everybody happy. We don't see it as a problem since they will never leave here anyway, and even if they do they will just get rolled back into the prison system. Debra surprised me when she ended up pregnant. The policy is that any children have to be put up for adoption. Most of the women use birth control so they don't have to deal with that pain. Debra offered an alternative option. Since she had a little girl she offered to allow us to add her to the herd as soon as she could produce milk. In the interim she gets to spend time with her baby. The doctors are drooling at the possibilities. Even though Debra knows what they want to do she is still willing. The herd can only be expanded another two thousand at this facility, which is why I am thinking of expanding into Washington. In only two years we have more customers than we can easily handle. If you read the who's who, or the Dunn & Bradstreet, you will be reading our client list. I don't know if everybody shares my fetish, or if it is just a status symbol, but it makes me wonder. I noticed that we were having a real problem keeping the flooring clean. There was pussy everywhere and it was starting to affect the men when they came in to work. It was even affecting some of the women. The design of the milking frame where the vibrator is mounted was open at the bottom to help keep the frame clean. I decided to add a modification to the frame and mount a collection cup under the vibrator to see if we could keep the mess to a minimum. I added a suction line to the front of the machine and before the frame is retracted back into the cell the suction is turned on and any fluids are collected. My God, three thousand women riding those frames eight times a day produced almost six gallons of fluids a day. Almost four gallons of that was the heavy milky orgasmic fluids. The lighter weight lubrication fluids were just about everywhere and required a serious daily cleaning. I decided to have the fluids separated and kept the orgasmic fluids. Within a week I had almost fill a fifty-five gallon drum. I decided to see if there was a market for it. I knew that the smell just about drive me crazy. I offered two ounces for a thousand dollars. I go so many orders I couldn't believe it. It quickly became a new best seller. I decided to cut it down to one ounce for a thousand and it really didn't decrease sales. I had to rush to get a whole new line of one ounce bottles. It was a lot more trouble than it sounds like. I just hope that the girls keep popping their cookies. This was getting profitable. Over the next five years I opened processing centers in Spokane, Denver, Dallas, Memphis and Miami. Using the one in California as a model and training facility. When I returned to my father's board-room I dropped a copy of my books, in CD form. After examining my books he was impressed that I was clearing more profit than he was. I did shock him was to what I was doing and where I was getting my sales product. I considered nothing more than a herd, but dad saw it a bit differently. We debated the morality for quite some time. Neither of us gave an inch. When I finally left I simply pointed out the fact that if he really thought that way, then he shouldn't be a customer. I didn't slam the door as I didn't feel that I needed to make my point any further. I still don't know how others indulge their fetishes, but I indulge in mine daily. Starting with cream in my coffee and going from there. I travel to all of the centers, but still keep my office in California. Debra is still special to me, maybe because she was the first, and maybe because I was the one that knocked her up. Her daughter is nine now and my three Deviant Doctors have been pumping her so full of hormones and breast drugs that she already has a nice rack, and a set of hips that wiggle like her mother. What she will look like once she hits puberty actually scares me. As a trustee Debra already had a larger cell. I had a special one made so that Debra and Tiffany can ride their frames together. Debra has already taught her all of the tricks of the herd and they are a real pair watching them ride their frames. Debra taught Tiffany a lot more than just how to ride a frame. She had her strutting and vamping me for almost a year before I finally rode her ass while she was getting her tits drained. She had an almost continuous orgasm from the time I entered her until I pumped her full of baby juice. Well it looks like I found another fetish that I will have to cater to... ------- The End ------- Posted: 2009-09-27 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------