The Orville Farm

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As a note to the reader, while characters in this story are over eighteen, the narrative contains descriptions of bondage, oral sex, body modification, and various forms of domination and submission. If any of these acts offend you or are illegal to read where you reside, please move on. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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The Orville Farm

Chapter 1: The Processing

A stiff wind blew across the barren landscape. The heat of the day caused the atmosphere to shimmer and dance on the horizon as an old truck drove down a rough dirt road. In the driver's seat, a man bit down on a piece of straw. His faded blue shirt was drenched with sweat, and the dense fur that covered his well-built chest clung to it. He glanced up into the rearview mirror to check on the status of his cargo. Behind him was a large metal cage in the vehicle's bed. Inside, three young naked men in their early twenties – recently arrested for a solicitation offence – were bound, sitting with their legs crossed.

The captive's wrists were chained together and latched around the bars that ran horizontally over their heads, causing their limbs to stretch above them. Similar shackles bound their ankles and were secured to eyebolts welded to the metal truck bed. A wide metal band ran around their waist, which had a large metal codpiece attached that completely encased their cock and balls. A tight gag had been placed around their head, which forced a rubber ball deep into their mouths. The truck had little in the way of shock absorbers, and every rut, groove, and pothole in the road caused the three to grunt and groan as they were tossed back and forth. Spit ran down each side of their mouths, and the dirt from the road mixed to form a dark mud that caked their face and body. They had been traveling for over thirty minutes, and their bare asses were raw from bouncing on the hard metal floor.

A collection of buildings finally appeared. As the truck grew nearer, one of the young men could see it was a complex of structures that looked straight out of a Wild West movie. Some faced the main road, but several barn-like ones ran behind them. The vehicle took a side road towards a larger barn that was well over two stories in height and four times as long and wide. As the vehicle came to a halt, a door slid open at the back of the structure, revealing several naked forms at the entrance.

The man stopped the truck and opened the side door. His large leather boots hit the dirt hard as he pulled his impressive frame out and stretched. He was wearing an old pair of blue jeans that clung tight to his body, showing off an impressive bulge in front and his firm ass behind. As he slammed the door shut, he looked over at three naked figures at the entrance to the barn and gestured.

"Come on over here," he said. "I will need your help with the new cattle."

The figures immediately complied. They were skinny but had defined chest, arms, and leg muscles. A thick metal collar was welded around their necks, and a metal identification tag hung with numbers and letters. Their cocks were tiny. They were so small that they hid inside them and barely poked out of their smoothly shaven abdomen. Their balls were missing, but a bloated but shriveled scrotal sack remained, which hung low and loose between their legs and swung wildly as they approached.

The man walked around to the back of the truck and let down the tailgate. He then produced a key for a padlock that secured the back gate of the metal cage. As the key turned, the lock sprung forth with a clang, and the gate squeaked loudly as it swung open. He reached in, grabbed the arms of the nearest young man, a redhead, and pulled him backward. The redhead slid forward with a grunt as his wrists were released, and he was pulled out of the truck. Standing on the dirt road, his pale white body was immediately grabbed by one of the naked attendants and led around the truck and inside the structure.

The next young man to be pulled out had brown hair, a medium-length beard, and dense fur covering most of his body. He was similarly led away. Finally, a chubby, blonde-headed one with a goatee was pulled out last. The man smiled as he held the captive firmly around his neck. He ran his weather-worn hand over the young man's back and then groped the ample ass below.

"I may have to come back and sample you some time, boy," the man said with a grin as he slammed the cage closed and lifted the tailgate.

The final attendant grabbed the arm of the chubby young man and firmly led him towards the barn. As the two entered, the three captives could see that the inside of the structure was made of wood and metal. Cells with metal doors lined either side of them, and there were several other castrated attendants with similar body shapes moving around. Some opened and closed individual cells and checked on who or what was inside. Others were sweeping and cleaning.

At the end of the entrance hall, they entered a room where the two other young men had been brought. They stood tall, nearly on their tiptoes, and their arms were stretched over their heads, attached to a metal chain suspended from the ceiling. The chubby young man was brought under a similar chain, and his bound wrists were attached and then hauled up until he had a similar stance. The three grunted in pain as they looked forward and saw a man with a short white beard wearing overalls and a crisp white shirt appear with a clipboard.

As the three young men hung from the rafters, the man walked around them and noted their physical appearance. He said nothing but shook his head and grunted as he examined them. A naked attendant assisting him took measurements of their bodies and made a note of their overall physical appearance. Once they were done, he produced a metal key, which he inserted into the band surrounding each of the captives' waists. With a slight turn, the codpiece that covered their genitals fell open, exposing them, and the band fell off and clambered on the floor.

Each of them had an impressive set of balls in a large sack. The redhead immediately started to get an erection, which showed off a thick and long shaft. The furry young man did not get erect, but his sizeable soft cock fell out and laid impressively over his hairy testicles. The chubby young man had an average-sized cock that initially began to fill with blood but then stopped and lay in a half-rigid state to the side over the largest set of balls of the three of them. The man smiled.

"Well, look at what we have here," he said. "I have to say those are some nice-looking nuts. Don't you think Thirty-Three?"

The attendant beside him nodded and replied.

"Yes, Master. They are good sets to begin with. They should grow nicely!"

The man nodded.

"That one set on that fat fella is about as large as yours were."

The attendant said nothing as the man continued.

"Welcome to the farm. If you are thinking about it, there is no escape from this establishment. We are in the middle of nowhere here. The desert stretches for some distance in every direction. If you have ideas of escape, forget them. Nothing survives out there."

"You are now livestock. Behave yourself, and you will be treated well. You will be fed, cleaned, and cared for. You will join a herd that, like yourself, has been selected for its impressive testicular volume. Over twelve weeks, you will undergo a rigorous regimen of exercise and calisthenics that will not only develop your body but help to enhance your overall health. At the same time, you will be given a series of injections, drugs, and supplements to rapidly build muscle mass and dramatically increase the size of your already ample balls. Indeed, our goal here will be to make your nuts as large as we can get them. Medical science has come a long way in this regard. I expect your testicles to increase at least five hundred percent in overall mass during your stay here."

The young men's eyes widened as they listened and dangled on their toes. They could feel their cocks involuntarily swell and fill with blood.

"At the same time as your body is toned and your balls are enlarged, the drugs will cause your cocks to atrophy and shrink to nothing. You will have no use for them here except to expel urine, anyway. So, enjoy those hard-ons while you have them. It is the last time you will see them."

The man pointed down at the tiny, shriveled cock head that barely protruded from the attendant's groin.

"In time, you will look like Thirty-Three's here. You will have nothing but a cute button to decorate your abdomen."

The young men gasped as they looked at the tiny head and empty, stretched, and deflated sack below it. Fear caused their pupils to dilate and their bodies to shake, and their cocks began to shrink. The man grinned.

"Not all our cattle are castrated immediately. For a lucky few, they are kept intact and used in our adjacent facility to be used in other ways. However, the majority of you will be sent to our special processing facility to have your nuts harvested. Orville Farm's Pacific Beef Truffles are the new delicacy these days, and our cattle produce some of the best in size, texture, and taste."

The man licked his lips, and the redhead turned green.

"After your harvest, you will be sold on the slave market to join all the other castrated servants in our society. Some of you may even be kept here to run our factory. I look forward to seeing how you develop over the next few months. My steer will now process your intake."

The man turned to leave, and the attendant came over to stand before them.

"My designation is A45XC33," the attendant said. "You each will be given a collar and an inventory number. All cattle are referred to by this identification, and it will remain your name once you are harvested and sold into slavery. In a moment, you will be shaved from head to toe. We run a sanitary facility here. Smooth skin makes it easier to keep our cattle clean and disease-free, and smooth slaves are highly prized, too."

The furry, bearded captive gulped. His large hobbit feet shook violently, and the chains above his head rattled.

"Should you behave yourself, your arms and legs will be unshackled, and the gag will be removed. If you misbehave, you will be rechained and locked into solitary confinement. Nod if you understand."

The three suspended men shook their heads in the affirmative.

"Good," the attendant replied. "After you are cleaned and shaved, you will be fitted with metal chastity cages, which will allow for urination but prevent you from stimulating yourself. You are never to touch yourself! It is imperative that you do not orgasm or cum during the twelve weeks you are being housed here. The drugs we give you to enlarge your testicles will supercharge your libido, and the temptation will be overwhelming. If you do, you will be punished!"

The redhead groaned at this point as he felt his already full and sore balls. He had not cum in several days. Not since he had been captured following a visit to his local whore house. He remembered entering the facility, one he had visited several times before, but after entering a room to have sex with his favorite prostitute, he had blacked out.

"This facility, one of several on the property, houses approximately six hundred young men, or cattle as you will be called here. You each were identified as virile specimens with large, heavy balls that produced large volumes of cum. The whore houses, bath houses, or seedy motels you were found in are owned by the farm and are always on the lookout for new cattle. At the end of your twelve-week stay here, your testicles will be evaluated and, if ripe and ready, will be harvested to be sold."

The blood on the men's faces began to drain away in horror.

"New herds of fifty cattle each are collected every two weeks and kept together as they are processed. You will join herd number 2610 as the last of the cattle members. The program started two days ago for this herd, but you will catch up quickly. As the Master said, we select two to three lucky stallions from every herd at the end of the process. They will be kept intact, though their cocks will remain permanently shrunk. They will spend the next ten years at another facility where a device will stimulate them to orgasm and milk their balls regularly. The transformation of their testicles will make their cum intensely sweet and protein-rich, and it is used in a type of gravy served with the nuts harvested here. The selection of these lucky stallions is based on behavior. You will be graded daily on your obedience and acceptance of your situation. Any misbehavior or disruption to the normal operation of this facility will lead to a demerit. If you hope to keep what is between your legs, you will choose to submit. Nod if you understand."

The three suspended captives nodded in the affirmative, and sweat dripped down their faces.

"A chance of remaining an intact male for at least ten years is a strong driver for order here," he continued. "As you see, I didn't take advantage of the opportunity, and my formally massive balls were harvested. Behave. You may be among the lucky few stallions to remain whole."

He then snapped his fingers. From the side of the room, three other gelded attendants appeared. They dropped the chains that held the young men in the air and moved behind them to remove their gags. As the rubber balls slipped from their mouths, the captives reached up to rub their sore jaws. The chains on their wrists and ankles were removed, and Thirty-Three approached them again.

"There will be no speaking while you are being processed. If you speak, you will be given a demerit. Is that understood?"

The three cattle nodded and grunted.

One of the other attendants grabbed each in turn and led him out of the room into another cold and sterile area. The smell of chlorine was in the air, and the concrete floor was cold to their bare feet. They first were directed to a tiled room with showers. Here, an attendant approached them.

"If you touch yourself," the attendant said, "you will be given ten demerits. That will be enough to put you out of the running for a stallion selection. Do you understand?"

The cattle nodded as they were directed to the wall, and a spray of cool water covered their bodies. They screamed, jumped, and shivered as the attendants rubbed them down with a liquid soap that foamed and had a pleasant smell. After fifteen minutes, they each were free of the dirt and grime of the road outside, and they were then led, still cold and wet, into the adjacent room. Here, a new set of castrated attendants greeted them and began to use cream and razors to shave their entire bodies. The cattle tried to remain calm and still as they were denuded, but the furry one started to cry as his face and hirsute body were clean-shaven, which took the efforts of three attendants. Every hair was removed from them. Not even their eyebrows were allowed to remain. Once the cattle were smooth, they were returned to the previous room for another cool shower to be soaped and rinsed.

When they were dried, the three were led to an adjacent area and told to stand with their legs apart and their hands on their heads. An attendant was assigned to each of them, and the eunuchs quickly went to work measuring the circumference of the area around the cattle's balls and cock and the length of their soft shafts, which had retracted from the cold shower they had just had. Once the measurements were obtained, the attendants went to the far side of the room, where a wall of shelves and boxes was installed. From these, they selected a metal ring and an appropriate cock cage and returned.

As the redhead watched, the attendant put the captive's large, pale balls through the metal ring and then pushed the shaft through. Then, the cage was forced over the head and shaft painfully until it met a metal rod protruding from the ring, allowing it to be secured with a small padlock. The redhead groaned as he felt the device's weight.

Once all three were fitted with their chastity devices, the attendants led them into a vast, brightly lit room. Inside, it had been divided into sections with large metal bars, and inside each caged area were fifty captive cattle like themselves. The captives were led to one of the enclosures near the back of the room and then were released.

"You are the last to arrive for this heard," one of the attendants said. "Dinner will be served in an hour. You can talk to your fellow cattle in a soft voice or whisper. However, no loud talking is allowed anywhere in the facility. Demerits will be handed out for disobedience. Is that understood?"

The three nodded as the door to the enclosure was closed and locked, and the attendants left. They then turned to the other figures that surrounded them. They were scared and full of questions.

"Shit," the redhead said as he slumped against the metal wall of bars.

He looked up at the two processed cattle with him and looked sick.

"I've eaten at an Orville Farm restaurant," he whispered to them.

"That is a fancy place!" the chubby one replied. "How did you afford it?"

"A friend invited me once. It was some of the best food I have ever had, and the Pacific Beef Truffles were the highlight. They were so tender and juicy. And that sauce! It was divine! I wanted seconds!"

He gagged as he rubbed the cold steel cage that now encased his cock and felt his sack and orbs hanging below.

"Fuck! I was eating human testicles. And I liked it! Shit! Someone is going to eat mine!"

His voice was getting louder, and the chubby captive knelt to comfort him.

"Keep your voice down!" the chubby one said. "If you want to have any chance of keeping your balls, you better behave!"

The formerly furry man collapsed onto the hard concrete floor beside them. He was rubbing his face and body and was still sobbing.

"I haven't been clean-shaven since before I hit puberty. I'm a bear! Do you know what that means in the gay community? We are expected to be hairy and have big beards! I can't believe that bathhouse was a front! I went there all the time! You should have seen how popular I was there! Now look at me! I look like a fool!"

He squeezed the chastity cage installed on him.

"That's why they captured you," came a soothing, soft voice from a figure behind them.

The newcomer was tall and had a well-built chest. He had a medium skin tone, but his balls were pale, large, and suspended under a metal cage similar to theirs. As he knelt and put his hand on the shoulder of the formerly furry one, his testicles swung just above the hard, cold floor below.

"They look for young men that are hung and have a high sex drive. The other cattle told me that it makes the transformation process quicker. I was captured at my local brothel. I went there a few times a week and was well-known by the girls."

"The same thing happened to me," the chubby one said. "I may be overweight and not have the most enormous cock, but when I cum, my big nuts can flood a pussy. They used to moan like you would not believe."

The redhead looked up at the newcomer.

"What's your name?"

"My tag says HB623DD," the newcomer replied. "We all go by our last two digits, in my case, DD. But I got the nickname Dees."

The redhead looked down at the tag around his neck. He was identified as K983D4S.

"I guess that makes me 4S."

"How about Fours?" Dees said.

Fours smiled and nodded.

The chubby one looked at his number.

"And I am Ninety-Two now."

"What about you?" Fours said to the formerly bearded and furry captive.

"A1," he replied.

"Like the steak sauce," another figure said laughingly behind them, licking his lips mockingly. "Those testicles are gonna be... Mmm, good!"

Dees turned and pushed the interloper away.

"Don't mind Fuckt," Dees said with a soft growl. "He's already received fifteen demerits since he arrived two days ago. He knows his balls are getting harvested and doesn't care anymore."

Fuckt scoffed and moved away.

"Fuckt?" A1 asked.

"His last two digits are F and T, but he is an asshole," Dees replied. "Everyone here calls him Fuckt."

"What is next for us?" Ninety-Two asked.

"The transformation program," Dees replied. "You are the last to arrive, and it will begin in earnest now."

Ninety-Two groaned.

"What does that entail?" A1 said as he wiped his eyes.

"Rising early, being cleaned up, and recording our vitals and measurements. They write down everything: height, weight, chest, shoulder, waist size, and, of course, the size of our balls."

Fours grabbed his metal chastity belt.

"Then we are taken to eat breakfast, which consists of a lumpy porridge that is pretty foul," Dees continued. "You have to eat it all without complaining. All of our food contains the drugs that will alter our bodies and make our testicles enlarge. Then comes exercise."

"Exercise?" Ninety-Two asked.

Dees smiled back.

"Yes, you will be put through many hours of exercise during the day, including running, jogging, and weight training. The food they give us in the morning gives us a lot of energy and preps our muscles for development. I felt different after my first day here."

"Barf," Ninety-Two said. "I didn't get this body from working out."

Dees chuckled.

"You will be dropping those pounds quickly from what I have heard from the attendants here."

"They were all captured as well?" A1 asked.

"Yes," Dees replied. "The attendants were all former cattle and were later purchased to serve as slaves here in the facility. They are called steers by the management."

"Joy," Fours replied. "I bet they get a power trip out of all this."

"We don't see the managers much," Dees said. "I've only seen one. The one that was there when I arrived. The eunuch attendants see to our every need. But they also assign demerits. They are not your friend. Don't trust them."

"You would think they would try to help some of us keep our balls," Ninety-Two replied.

"It's a competition among them," Dees replied. "From what I hear, the one that hands out the most demerits gets some special privilege. But they can't be given out without cause. So, they are always on the lookout for infractions. A few demerits, and you are probably fine, but if you get too many, you are likely out of the running."

"Do you have any?" A1 asked.

"I've only been here a couple of days," Dees said. "But, yes, I have one demerit. I got it on my first day for talking too loudly. Most everyone in here has at least one or two demerits. As far as I know, only the quiet one in the corner has zero."

Dees pointed to the other side of the pen, where an average-sized figure was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed, his large balls resting on the ground below. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be in a trance.

"His designation is X4, but we just call him Ex," Dees said. "All he does is meditate when we are here. Fuckt has taunted him many times but never gets a response."

"So, this is going to be a tough competition," Fours said with a groan.

"The best advice I can give you is to stay quiet and calm," Dees said. "Don't react to anything anyone does to you. Obey, do everything you are told, and you will have a good shot."

"What happens after exercise time?" Ninety-Two asked.

"We have a break and then lunch," Dees replied. "I am afraid it is more foul stuff, but it usually contains some meat and vegetables. Afterward, we rest and then jog around a track for several hours. Drug treatment and more exercise follow that, and then we break for dinner. After that, we are brought into our sleeping quarters, and lights are out promptly at 9 pm. We are expected to sleep until we wake again."

"I'm so scared," A1 replied as he sobbed again.

"Stick with me, buddy," Dees replied. "There are three bunks in my sleeping quarters that are free. You will be staying with me. Together, maybe we can all be the lucky stallions to leave this place intact."

"We have as much chance as anyone," Fours replied.

"Dinner time, cattle!" came the booming voice of a large beast of a man.

The cattle looked over to see him lumbering towards the door to their enclosure. He looked to be a former wrestler or football lineman. His arms, chest, and legs were massive, but he had a tiny cock hidden deep in his abdomen and an extremely large but empty sack flopping like a deflated balloon between his legs.

"Damn!" A1 replied.

"That's W8," Dees replied. "Or Weight, as everyone calls him. As far as I can tell, he is the lead attendant here."

"How does he keep toned and fit like that if he does not have balls?" Ninety-Two asked.

"Castrated slaves are given hormone injections," Dees replied. "It keeps them healthy and allows them to do manual labor. Didn't you have a slave growing up to care for the house? I used to give injections to my slave when I was younger."

"We were too poor to own one," Ninety-Two responded.

"Ahh," Dees said. "Well, Weight often works out with us during our exercise intervals. He constantly pushes us to our limits and hands out demerits liberally. Be sure you do everything he asks, even if it sounds impossible or you are in pain."

"Good to know," Fours replied.

"From the look of his scrotum, he used to be hung as hell," A1 said.

"They say he had the largest balls they ever harvested," Dees said.

Weight had a tray of bowls with him that he passed through an opening in the door to the pen. The other cattle in the room distributed them, and when the new captives got their bowls, the smell made them want to vomit. It looked light blue and had the consistency of a stew with soft carrots and what looked to be unpeeled potatoes floating around.

A1 cautiously brought a spoonful to his mouth and gagged.

"This tastes horrible!" he said in a muffled tone.

Dees shook his head.

"Quiet! Eat it, and don't say a word. I know it takes horrible. It's the medicine in it. But, if they see you react, they will give you a demerit."

Ninety-Two took a spoonful, and his face held his breath. He contorted as he closed his eyes and tried to swallow the foul food as quickly as possible.

"They say we will get used to it," Dees said as he swallowed a huge spoonful. "But it is nasty."

"Do we get anything to wash it down?" Fours asked.

"You can have all the water you want," Dees said. "Normally, we eat in the dining area and have other things to drink, but there was a pipe leak in there today and they have it closed for maintenance. There is a fountain and paper cups in the corner."

"And what about the bathroom?" A1 asked as he grabbed the metal cage locked around his cock and balls.

"The chastity cage we are in never comes off," Dees said as he grabbed his device and moved it around. "The bars allow you to piss, and there is a trough in a bathroom area in which you can urinate. There are also toilets, but they have no dividers. There is a bidet to help wash your ass after."

"We have to do it in the open around everyone else?" Ninety-Two asked.

"Yeah, there is no privacy," Dees said. "I held off shitting till the second day, but I could not hold it any longer and made a big mess. It is better to accept that you are nothing but cattle now with balls getting ready for harvest."

"Fuck," A1 groaned as he put his head into his bowl and tried to swallow more spoonfuls.

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