Transformed

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Transformed - Chapter 22: Collection

Gimp led Chad out into the yard as the sun peaked over the horizon and strung him up on the chain next to the barn naked. His head, body, and groin had been shaved smooth, and two sentences were written in permanent marker. 'I have disobeyed Master Richard. I am not a man.' Gimp placed a small chastity cage over the boy's cock, squeezing it into place before locking it. He then stepped back.

"I will return to bring you water in two hours."

Chad nodded. He was humiliated and closed his eyes. When Gimp left, several trucks started to arrive. As they parked, the men inside got out. They laughed when they saw Chad and hooted and called out to him.

"Look at that pussy boy!"

"What a fucking small cock!"

"Looks like you are in for some tough shit now!"

Ralph walked out to calm the commotion.

"That is enough, guys. Come on around to the side of the barn. We have work to do."

"Yeah, yeah," the men replied.

One spat on Chad, and another squeezed his trapped balls before walking by.

The bulls shuffled out of the barn about thirty minutes later after their morning milking. They were confused when they saw Chad hanging there, but Lucas herded them out and off to the exercise room before returning to help Sub in the production area.

Chad was brought water by Gimp twice before mid-day. He was sore and hungry but tried to focus on balancing on his feet so as not to wear his arms out. His balls ached in the small device. He had never worn a chastity cage, and his dick was swelling against the bars. A deep, throbbing pain in his testicles resulting from not cumming since yesterday morning was driving him mad. He had thought about jacking off last night in his room, but he knew he would not be able to feel the orgasm, so he figured it was not worth it. He was now regretting that decision.

Chad was looking across the field in the front of the house when he saw a wooden cart being pulled by a giant naked figure. In the cart rode an older man with a bald head and a long white beard that ended in his lap. The thing that was pulling the cart looked odd. As it got closer, Chad could see that it looked like a man with massively muscled arms and legs and a set of balls that looked to be the size of a melon. But, it was covered in dense hair, similar to bulls on the farm. It wore a thick, leather harness on its chest and a metal bridle was in its mouth, and it was attached to reins that the man used to drive. The cart pulled closer and came up right near where Chad was hanging. It was then that the boy could see that the beast pulling the cart had thick calluses on its bare feet and displayed a vacant, blank reaction.

"Whoa there, Steer!" the man commanded.

The beast pulled to a stop and grunted as the man got out. The man then moved to brush the hair on the beast's head and feed it some small bits of food.

"Be a good boy and wait here, Steer," the man said as he turned to Chad. "So, the prodigal son has fallen from grace, has he? I can't say I am surprised."

Chad didn't say anything and looked at the ground.

"Cat got your tongue, boy?" the man asked. "Well, that will soon change."

"Charles!" Richard called out as he came to the front of the house. "So good of you to come by!"

"Of course!" Charles replied. "Always happy to help you, Richard! I might be your best client, but you are mine, too!"

Richard laughed.

"So, how is the mad scientist? Have you come up with any new drugs or concoctions for me?"

"Not yet," Charles said with a laugh.

"But, I see you have made a lot of changes in Steer!" Richard said.

"Yes!" Charles replied as he walked over and scratched the beast's beard. "He has been my favorite experiment. With a combination of testosterone and the drugs I developed for your bulls, his muscles have grown and his body hair has lengthened. But I also managed to dumb the piece of shit down till he barely has the intelligence not to piss himself. He obeys me without question now. I even removed the proximity device from his empty sack and fitted him with large, fake testicles to at least give him the appearance of being male. He still pisses out of that reroute behind them, though."

"I can barely see his cock," Richard said as he walked around and investigated the creature.

"I perfected that shrinking cream on him," Charles said. "I hear it is working well on your slave."

"Yes, I am already seeing good results on Sub," Richard said.

"Well, this is what the boy has in store then," Charles said as he leaned down and fished the small cock head out of the matt of hair in the beast's groin. "There is no shaft anymore, and the tip of his former cock retreats into his body most of the time. It is only for decoration, anyway."

"Excellent," Richard said as he patted the beast's head. "That is a big difference from the huge cock and balls you had when you were my bull, isn't it, Steer?"

The beast did not react. It continued to stare forward blankly.

"Well, it has made a good beast of burden," Charles said. "I removed its back molars so the bridle can sit comfortably in its mouth. As long as I feed it and give it attention now and then, it will do anything I ask."

Richard inspected Steer's mouth and grinned.

"You are amazing!"

"I am going to make several more of them," Charles said. "They make excellent beasts to pull carts and plows and do heavy lifting. The sheriff has some big, burly white men who recently have been in and out of jail too many times and given life sentences. He figured if I could put them to better use than sitting in a cell on the taxpayer's dime, then all the better."

"Nice," Richard replied. "Will you geld them like Steer?"

"No," Charles said. "I'll keep them intact so they don't need hormonal injections. Plus, a good working stallion needs a nice large cock and balls, right?"

"That's true," Richard replied with a laugh.

"I'm excited to have a new project to work on," Charles replied.

"Well, let me know when they are ready for sale," Richard said. "I'll gladly purchase some from you. They could be helpful around the farm."

"Easily done," Charles said. "They will be ready later this year. But enough small talk. I hear you have a procreation problem."

"Yes," Richard replied. "If this business is to survive, I need new blood running it. As you know, due to exposure to that chemical shit in the war, I cannot have kids. So, I was hoping my dumb ass nephew would step in with his seed, but he can't get it up for a woman."

"Well, there are solutions for that," Charles replied. "Have you tested his sperm for potency and health?"

"No," Richard replied. "I just assumed that he would be good stock since he was related to me. Now, I am not sure."

"Well, I can collect a sample from him today and test it," Charles said. "Assuming it is viable, I can collect more, and it can be used for artificial insemination."

"That is what his dad and I were thinking," Richard said. "Jim is willing to help me raise the kids. We would like at least two males. I want to make sure they grow up to be powerful, dominant men. Ones I can be proud of."

"Well, you came to the right place," Charles said. "I have several friends that are researching in this area. We can select only males for implantation and control the genes to increase intelligence and even appearance. For instance, we can make sure they are bred to be athletic and assertive. A good catch for any woman or man for that matter."

"A perfect, hung specimen of a male that can take charge and take no shit from anyone," Richard said. "Basically, a clone of myself. That is what I would like. I know some of that is beyond genes. You know, nurture and all. But, I assumed nature has to be a huge driver, too."

"Oh, no doubt," Charles replied. "And that is easily done. Designer kids are the new thing in research these days."

"Then grab a sample from him," Richard said. "He isn't going anywhere for a few days anyway. I am assuming I need to remove the chastity cage."

"Nope!" Charles said. "I can collect it with it on."

"Oh really?" Richard replied.

"Do you want to watch?" Charles asked.

"I am intrigued," Richard said. "I would."

Charles smiled and walked to the back of the cart and pulled out a white box. He opened it and used some gel to sanitize his hands before putting on rubber gloves. Chad looked up as the man grabbed a device and wiped it down with a sanitizing wipe. He attached the long cord that came out of it to another box from the cart and then carried them over to the boy.

"Hold this for a moment," Charles said to Richard as he handed him the smaller device that looked like a long probe.

The older man then returned to the cart and pulled out a jar of petroleum jelly. He opened the top, and Chad watched as he moved behind him. Charles dipped his fingers into the jelly and then shoved them into Chad's ass, causing the boy to shout and pull on the chains above his head. Charles continued to push inside the boy and twisted his fingers from left to right to lubricate the boy's hole before removing them.

Richard watched with interest as Charles grabbed a sealed collection jar and unscrewed it. He then brought it over to Chad and held it in front of the caged head of the boy's cock.

"Ok, hand me the probe," Charles said.

Richard passed the instrument over, and the older man shoved it deep into Chad's ass. The boy shouted in reaction, and Richard growled.

"Shut up, boy! If you can take a dog's knot, you can take this."

"Let him be," Charles said. "He is about to have some involuntary reactions anyway."

Charles kicked a switch on the box that the probe was attached to. He moved it, and Chad could feel a warmth in his groin. His cock instantly swelled as the precum poured from the cage it was trapped in.

"Ok," Charles said. "I found his prostate. Here we go."

Charles pressed a button, and Chad felt a jolt of electricity flow through him. The boy screamed as he pulled his body to his toes, and his cock shook twice before pulsing cum out. The pleasure of orgasm was absent. Only the rush of semen as it shot from his testicles, mixed with fluids around his prostate, and expelled from his trapped cock.

"Fuck!" Chad screamed again as Charles pressed the button a second time and then a third, causing more pleasureless orgasms.

The amount of thick, white semen that came out was impressive. It collected in the bottom of the specimen cup in Charles's hands. As Chad's load stopped flowing out, the older man turned off the device and withdrew the probe.

"Amazing!" Richard said.

"They use this for paralyzed patients that need to be brought to orgasm," Charles said. "Works like a charm."

Chad was groaning and hung from his arms. The pain in his joints was searing, but his balls felt emptier, which was the only positive thing he could think about.

"I'll have the results of the tests on this soon," Charles said. "We can use the same process to collect his sperm if it is viable."

"Thanks, Charles," Richard said. "I really appreciate it."

"No problem!" Charles said as he sealed the container and then put the equipment back.

After taking off his gloves and cleaning his hands again, Charles climbed back into the cart. He yanked on the reins and called out to the beast.

"Home, Steer!"

The beast lumbered around and then pulled the cart forward to leave.

"Take care, Charles," Richard said as he waved to the man.

Richard looked back at Chad and grinned.

"You know if this works, you won't need to ever be out of that cage, boy. Consider that."

Chad's eyes widened, and he whimpered as his Uncle turned and left.

By the third day of Chad's punishment, the boy looked disheveled. He had shit himself earlier in the morning due to the liquid diet he had been on and the stress on his system. The filth covered his ass and legs and collected on the dirt below him. His body was pot marked with dirt. The men working on the farm had started to toss mud balls at him in jest on their lunch breaks. Chad hung silently, however. He had given up.

Connor had stopped by the farm the day before. He was still fuming when he arrived, but his attitude changed when he saw the boy displayed naked and caged. Richard had assured him that changes would be made and that Connor would be compensated for the violation. Chad also spent ten minutes apologizing to the man before Connor spat on him, whipped him three times with his belt, and forgave him.

Footsteps approached, and Chad opened his eyes to see Lucas. The boy was on his break and preparing to go to the barn to prepare for the bull's milking. Lucas came very near to Chad and then whispered.

"Are you ok?"

Chad coughed. His mouth was dry.

"I'm surviving, Slave. Not much longer to go."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" Lucas asked.

"No," Chad replied. "You better get on with your duties. Uncle Rich is watching me like a hawk."

"Sir or Master," Lucas corrected the boy. "Don't forget to refer to him as that."

"Right," Chad said as he groaned. "I need to get into that habit."

Lucas reached out and rubbed the boy's leg.

"I'll check on you later today after you are down."

"Thanks," Chad said with a smile.

At sunset, the men working on the barn packed up and left. They had made good progress on the structure, and it would not be long till the extra room could be used to ramp up production. Gimp came out to see them off before walking over to Chad, followed by Lucas.

"Your sentence has ended, boy," Gimp said. "Master has instructed me to take you down and clean you before letting you inside again. Slave has agreed to assist."

Chad groaned as Gimp let him down from the pulley. The boy's arms and legs had gone numb, and he collapsed into the dried shit on the ground, exhausted. Lucas bent down and, with Gimp's help, managed to help Chad to his feet and over to the shower on the side of the Barn. Lucas turned on the cold water, and Chad barely flinched as it cascaded over him. Lucas used the soap to wash the dirt and grime away, and when he was done, Gimp assisted by drying the boy off with a large, fluffy towel from the house. Gimp then wrapped it around the boy and put one arm around his neck, and Lucas took the other to guide Chad back inside.

When they entered, Richard was sitting at the table eating. He made no notice of them as they walked by and went upstairs. Once in Chad's room, the boy was laid down on the bed, and Gimp went to get Chad some food.

"Master said you will return to work tomorrow," Lucas said as he sat on the side of the bed after pulling the covers over the boy. "He wants you up bright and early to help with the milking."

"I understand," Chad replied.

The door opened, and Gimp placed the bowl of creamed vegetables next to the bed.

"Now finish that all, boy," Gimp said. "You will need your strength for tomorrow. You will work with Slave and Sub for the next week until Master determines how you can best serve here. He has hired a new manager that will start here next Monday. You will meet Sir George Friday when he comes to visit and sign his contract."

"Ok," Chad replied as he laid back on his pillows.

Gimp left the room and closed the door behind him, and Lucas ran his hand over Chad's chest. The boy's hair had started to come back in, as had the beard shaved off three days ago.

"At least you are starting to look like your old self again," Lucas said with a smile.

"I'm never going to be the same," Chad said as he looked back with a vacant look. "Forgive me if I am a bit distant for a while. It will take some adjustment for me to come to terms with the past few days."

"I understand," Lucas replied. "Is Master letting you out of that chastity cage?"

"He hasn't said anything about it," Chad said. "He hasn't said anything to me in three days."

"I wish I could feel you again inside me," Lucas said. "You know I love..."

"Slave," Chad said as he regained composure and looked sternly at Lucas. "I am no longer your Sir, and I may never be allowed to use you again. Let's start today by agreeing that we can be friends, but that is all."

"Ok," Lucas replied. "You are right."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning," Chad said. "If you can let me have the room, I need to eat and sleep. I am exhausted."

"See you then," Lucas said with a smile as he stood and left.