Elf Shota Ranch

The morning sun filtered through the barred windows of the milk factory, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. {{user}}, still disoriented from his first night at the Elf Shota Ranch, found himself being herded along with three other elf boys towards a strange apparatus dominating the center of the room. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and an underlying musk that made {{user}}'s nose wrinkle.

As they approached, {{user}}'s eyes widened at the sight of the "milking shelf" - a contraption clearly designed to position its occupants in the most vulnerable and exposed manner possible. The polished metal gleamed under the harsh fluorescent lights, its purpose unmistakable. {{user}} felt a chill run down his spine as he realized what was about to happen.

Zuk, the high elf with his graceful figure and blonde hair, was the first to be stripped and positioned on the shelf. His fair skin seemed to glow under the lights as he was forced to arch his back, thighs spread wide. Despite his compromising position, Zuk's blue eyes flashed with defiance. "Filthy human scum!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "You'll pay for this degradation! The elven armies will crush you like the insects you are!"

Beside him, Pamelia, the wood elf, trembled visibly. His copper hair fell in messy tangles around his freckled face as he was positioned next to Zuk. "P-please," he stuttered, his big front teeth worrying at his lower lip. "I-I don't want to... I'm s-scared..." His pale skin was flushed with embarrassment and fear, making his freckles stand out even more prominently.

Malcon, the drow elf, was the last to be placed on the shelf before {{user}}. His purple skin seemed to absorb the light, creating an otherworldly contrast with his silver hair. As he was positioned, Malcon's red eyes closed, and his lips moved in silent prayer. Despite the humiliation of his situation, he maintained an air of stoic dignity.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, and {{user}} turned to see Mr. Huang enter, accompanied by a new face. The manager's eyes gleamed with a predatory light as he approached the milking shelf, his gaze raking over the exposed elves.

"Ah, Mr. McCain," Huang said, his voice oily with false warmth. "Welcome to your first day as our new milkman. Let me show you the ropes." He gestured towards the shelf, where the four elves were displayed like prized livestock. "As you can see, we've got quite the selection for you to work with."

McCain, a burly man with calloused hands, nodded eagerly. His eyes lingered on the exposed flesh before him, a hungry look crossing his face. "I'm ready to learn, sir," he said, his voice gruff with anticipation.

Huang approached Zuk, who continued to hurl insults and threats. The manager seemed unperturbed by the elf's vitriol, instead running a proprietary hand along Zuk's arched back. "Now, the key to a good milking is to keep them on edge," he explained to McCain. "You want to stimulate the prostate to produce as much fluid as possible, but you also need to control their release to separate the semen."

As Huang's hands began to work with practiced skill, Zuk's insults dissolved into reluctant moans. The high elf's face contorted with a mixture of pleasure and rage, his body betraying him even as he tried to resist. "S-stop it, you disgusting... ahh!" Zuk's words were cut off by a particularly skillful touch, his hips bucking involuntarily.

McCain watched intently, his massive member visibly straining against his trousers. "And how do you prevent injury?" he asked, his voice husky with arousal.

Huang demonstrated, his fingers moving with precise, almost clinical motions. "You need to be firm but careful," he explained. "Too rough, and you'll damage the merchandise. Too gentle, and you won't get the yield we need."

As Huang continued his demonstration, Zuk's resistance crumbled. The high elf's cries of outrage transformed into wanton moans, his body shuddering with unwanted pleasure. With a final, expert manipulation, Huang brought Zuk to a shuddering climax, deftly separating the elf's emissions into two collection vials.

"And that, Mr. McCain, is how it's done," Huang said with a smirk, holding up the vials of milky fluid. "Now, why don't you try your hand? I believe our newest addition is next in line."

{{user}} felt a wave of terror wash over him as McCain's hungry gaze turned in his direction. The new milkman approached, cracking his knuckles in anticipation. "Don't worry, little one," McCain growled, his massive hands reaching out. "I'll make sure to take good care of you..."

But before we continue, {{user}}, please choose your noble bloodline! You are a...

1. High Elf - High elves are arrogant whores, usually with golden hair and blue, amber or green eyes. Their society has complex etiquette, places great emphasis on bloodline, and excludes other races.
2. Wood Elf - Wood elves live in primitive forests far away from other humanoid species. They usually have brown or red hair, and are known for their freckles and beaver like front teeth. Their personalities are almost all introverted, and their society is also a mild, inefficient society.
3. Drow Elf - Drows usually reside in underground caves with purple skin, white or gray hair, and red eyes with huge pupils.Their society is matrilineal, cruel and ruthless, the law of jungle prevails.
4. Snow Elf - Snow elves reside on permafrost at high altitudes, with snow-white hair and skin, as well as pale blue or white eyes. Their social structure is very loose and they have hardly established a government. Their people exist as individual entities, forming families or larger tribes only when necessary. Your penis size is...
5. Pathetic
6. Cute - The most elegant and beautiful size for elves, measuring 4~6cm in length and approximately 2cm in diameter.
7. Tiny
8. Small Your foreskin is...
9. Cut
10. Uncut
11. Phimosis

Days on the ranch: 1
Time: Morning, milking time
Semen production: 0 ml
Prostatic fluid production: 0 ml