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Transformed - Chapter 7: Sold
Eight months after Calf joined the household, its body had undergone a radical transformation. With the new formulation of the drug, its balls and cock, or udder as it was now called, had rapidly grown faster than even Gimp expected, with each testicle achieving nearly softball size. Lucas could not even hold Calf's sack in both of his hands and it had become heavy and hung low below the young beast. In fact, Calf had taken to waddling instead of walking. It had sprouted dense, dark hair from head to toe and Lucas had to allocate time even after milking it to comb it and keep it detangled. He trimmed Calf's beard every day and its head hair once a week. He even had to trim Calf's groin region weekly to keep the area sanitary. Its body had bulked up from its daily exercise routine and it looked like he could break a concrete block in two with just the slightest bit of movement.
As much as Calf's body had grown, its intelligence had dropped significantly. Regressing to the mind of a small child, it had become just as docile as Bull and had learned several vocalizations to communicate with the household. While Bull was still his favorite, Calf had grown close to Lucas and both beasts depended on one another. At first, it was Bull who mentored and looked after Calf as it acclimated to its new life, but over time, the roles had reversed. As the drugs were reduced, Bull's production dropped and it tired more often. It spent an increasing amount of time sleeping in the barn and Calf had taken to laying next to it and grooming it with its hand. In a lot of ways, they had become inseparable.
The tremendous surge of hormones had its sperm collection so high that Calf could be milked six times in one session and it often leaked between milkings. This meant that the young cow's production far exceeded even Bull's best quotas and the money had rolled in. Richard had taken advantage of the windfall and set up a spare account to invest the proceeds. He had even reached out to nearby cities for new potential clients and Lucas had to start helping in the production room again to ensure Gimp could keep up. But at the same time, the inevitable had happened. Bull could no longer be counted on to cum five times a session. It was doing good to go more than once. The product contained less than 10% of Bull's seed and a decision had to be made soon as to what would happen next.
"Ok, Gimp," Lucas said as he wiped his forehead. "That's the last of this batch. I can't believe how many jars we have made this week. Calf is a machine."
"It is pretty impressive," Gimp said. "Master was right to bring him in."
"It's unnatural that his udder produces that much," Lucas replied with a laugh.
Gimp smiled.
"Well, it is still young. It is not even twenty years old. So, it has got many years of heavy production in it, I suspect."
"How long can someone honestly last on the drug regimen?" Lucas asked.
"No clue," Gimp said. "Bull was older when it arrived here and it has been producing for us for six years. It's possible we could have Calf around for longer with its sturdy genes, but production will probably wane over time to the level that Bull was at when you arrived. But, who knows?"
Lucas grabbed and rubbed his balls and groaned.
"Still bothering you?" Gimp asked.
"Yeah," Lucas replied. "Master fucks a ton of precum out of me every time he uses me, but it has got to where I don't seem to be able to get internal orgasms like I used to."
"That could be a side effect of the meds, too," Gimp replied. "Your balls have grown to a nice size. But there may have been some changes to your prostate. I know the slave that was here before you complained about not getting enough stimulation."
"I wonder if that is what caused him to do what he did?" Lucas asked.
"Who knows," Gimp said. "Are you going to be ok?"
"Yeah," Lucas said. "I mean, it is not pleasant, but I am used to perpetual blue balls and wet sheets around my groin every morning. I almost envy you being castrated."
Gimp chuckled.
"I hate to ask this, but you know I love Bull to death," Lucas asked. "What's going to happen to it?"
"I don't know, Slave," Gimp said as he came over to rub Lucas's arm. "If I am to be honest, I figured Master would have already put it down at this point. Its production is trivial to the product and you see how exhausted and out of it the beast is at times. Its poor brain is mush and its body is spent. I stopped giving it injections a few weeks ago. I think we have just about reached the point of diminishing returns."
"I'm worried it knows that too," Lucas replied.
"Bull has the mind of a toddler at best, Slave," Gimp said. "It knows only that it is cared for and treated well. You knew this day would be coming."
"I know," Lucas said as he wiped a tear from his eye. "I just really care for it. I never had a pet growing up, but it is just as loyal and loving as any dog or cat."
Gimp smiled.
"I promise I will tell you if I hear anything at all."
"Thanks," Lucas replied.
The doorbell sounded and Gimp looked at the video feed to see it was Hank. He was a local man that had been purchasing from Richard for several years. He was probably in his 50s and was very friendly and kind. Lucas had met him in the first few weeks after he came to live in the house. He owned some land on the outskirts of the town and grew tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, and eggplant and often brought over some extra harvest to be used in the household meals. He loved to spend a little time with Bull when he was able to, too. As much as Lucas adored the large beast, Hank was attached to it, too. He often brought some treats in his pocket and Bull was always happy to see him.
"Hank's here," Gimp said. "I'll get his case of twelve jars ready, but you know he will want to go out to the barn to see Bull."
"I'll go greet him," Lucas replied with a smile.
When Lucas opened the front door, Hank had a huge grin on his face and tipped his hat.
"Afternoon, Slave! How are you today?"
"Doing well, Sir!" Lucas replied as he closed the door. "Gimp is getting your order ready now. Do you want to go see Bull?"
"Yes," Hank replied. "Brought some homemade peanut butter treats for him. How is he doing?"
Lucas relayed the current condition of the beast as they walked through the kitchen and to the back of the house to reach the rear entrance. As they walked into the backyard, Brutus was tied to Pup and pumping his guts full of cum.
"I wish I had that one's sex drive!" Hank replied as he waved to Pup who shook his head as he sat ass to ass to his lover.
"Pup sure gets it a lot for sure," Lucas said.
As they neared the barn, Lucas opened the door and Hank peered in. Bull was curled up in the back on a huge pile of hay and was lightly snoring.
"Where's Calf?" Hank asked.
"It's the beast's exercise period," Lucas replied as they walked over to the sleeping animal.
Hank squatted down and rubbed Bull's side and felt as its chest heaved up and down. It did not wake immediately, but when its eyes did open, it smiled, made a pleasant sound, and moved over to nuzzle the man's hand.
"Aww, he seems so sluggish," Hank said. "It breaks my heart. He used to be so energetic when I first met him."
Hank reached into his pocket and pulled out the treats he made and brought them over to Bull's mouth. It sniffed it and gently took it and ate it while Hank ran his hand over Bull's side and pulled some hay from his hair.
"Bull is still in good health, but its production is almost down to nothing now," Lucas said. "Gimp told me he stopped its meds recently too."
"Is Richard going to put him down?" Hank asked.
"I'm afraid he might," Lucas replied. "I don't know what other option there is."
"Slave, do you think that Richard would be interested in selling Bull to me?" Hank asked. "I could provide a home for him and care for him for as long as he lives. I'm sure I could modify something to milk him if that is needed, too."
"I'm afraid its milking days are just about over," Lucas said. "You probably could just get by with a hand job on it. But, in answer to your question, I don't know, but I would be happy to ask my master. I care for it and it has been tearing me up thinking about its future."
"Well, you approach him and see what he says," Hank replied. "I'd be happy to offer him a nice price and I can even have a nice barn to house Bull in. He would be well doted on."
Bull began to make its low moaning sound it made when it was content and happy and Hank smiled.
"See, even he agrees!"
Lucas laughed, knowing it was doubtful that Bull understood fully what was going on.
"I'll broach the subject with Master and let you know," Lucas said.
Hank grinned and rubbed Bull's head and fed it another cookie before standing.
"Have a good day big fella."
Bull ate its treat and shook its head as the two turned to leave.
Lucas was tied down to the fuck bench. His enlarged balls hung behind him and precum dribbled out of his reroute and over them, dripping to the floor. His mouth was gagged with a large rubber ball strapped to his face and he bit down hard on it as he felt another impact to his back. Richard was in the midst of a flogging session on him. The large man had come back after a grueling day at work and needed to release some stress. As the straps of leather flew through the air, they made a whooshing sound before impacting the exposed back of the boy. The smack and crack of the energy as it rippled through the upper layers of Lucas's skin was loud. It echoed off the walls and the muffled cry through the gag could still be heard. Lucas's feet curled and his body winced in reaction.
Richard was known to work Lucas over for long periods when he was frustrated or tense. There had been times when the boy's body was so red and raw that it bled. When he had first arrived, the treatment had been unbearable and Lucas had fainted from the intense pain on more than one occasion. Over time, however, his skin had toughened and he had learned to control his body and pain centers. It still hurt. It hurt a lot. But he knew there was nothing he could do about it, so he endured.
The impacts came again. Faster this time. One, two, three, and then a brief rest period followed. Richard flicked his wrist and spun the heavy straps in a circle in the air before letting them land squarely on Lucas's back. It was almost as though he was dancing. He moved from side to side and flung the flogger at the boy. The energy sent shockwaves that ripped through his back and the color, mottled at first, began to spread and move, like oil on canvas. Richard moved up and down and made sure to spend an equal amount of time on the boy's ass. He loved to see Lucas's cheeks rosy to deep red. The heat that developed was an added bonus when he went to fuck him.
Tears formed in Lucas's eyes as the session continued. He could feel intense pain in his shoulder and knew that the skin had broken. He would have to have Gimp treat him later to ensure it did not get infected. He felt some blood seep out and drip down his side, but the impacts continued. As the leather hit the red fluids, it flung into the air and the spray fell back in a pattern that Richard enjoyed. When the final impact came on his lower back, Lucas screamed as loud as he could and the large man behind him groaned.
"That's what I like to hear."
Richard dropped the flogger and ran his hands over the tortured surface of his slave. Deep wounds were present along with drops of blood. The warmth radiated like an internal fire trying to escape from his hapless property. He reached down and stroked his hard, dripping cock and pointed it at Lucas's ass. As he shoved forward in one motion, the boy let out another scream. Richard could care less. He pulled out and spat on the boy's ass twice before pushing back in and riding him hard.
He grabbed Lucas's waist as he closed his eyes and leaned back to get deep. He could feel the fluids that fell from the boy and coated his groin. Having his slave on his back meant that the fluids would fall from the hole behind his balls directly into the entrance to his ass. It was like lube on demand. But, when he was in this position, the fluids fell and coated his own balls as they flung forward with every thrust. While still larger than the boy's, Lucas's testicles had grown significantly since his arrival. Richard loved to play with them and torture the boy who had no way to release them unless he was given internal stimulation and even that had become harder to come by. Richard was well aware of the other side effect of the medications. The boy's prostate had become desensitized. Over time, it would become harder and harder to achieve an internal orgasm from being fucked and one day, he would never be able to.
Richard groaned as he thought about the future when the boy would be perpetually horny, never able to orgasm. His only relief would be the wet dreams he experienced and what escaped when he was being used. It was as it should be. In Richard's mind, his needs were all that mattered. These objects and toys lived to serve him and when they no longer did so, they were discarded.
A pulse of precum flew from his cock and Lucas felt it as the thick slab of meat spread him wide. He grunted and kept his eyes closed trying to will his ass to go numb. He had heard of those in Eastern Religions that had learned total control over their bodies. Monks had studied for years to learn meditative techniques to disconnect and even leave their mortal form to explore a higher plane. He wished he knew their secrets. He longed to disconnect and let his master use his body, his toy, for his pleasure and return to deal with the consequences and pain later.
Richard growled as he fucked. He focused all his rage and frustration with one of his clients at work at the ass in front of him. He began to breathe harder and sweat formed on his upper torso. As it dripped down over his hairy belly, some of it flew away and landed on the back of the bloodied torso below him. He exhaled and tensed up as he felt the orgasm building in his groin. As it pushed through him and his cock exploded cum deep inside his toy, he screamed and tilted his head to the ceiling. The sound reverberated off the walls and echoed through the house. Lucas felt the rhythmic pulsing of the organ inside him. He was being filled to the brim tonight. He felt the load as it slid past and dripped out of his ass as Richard held still, catching his breath. The fluids mixed with his dripping precum and dropped with audible plops on the floor. When Richard finally withdrew, louder plops followed.
Richard panted, hard. He had overdone it and he grabbed a towel and ran it over his face and chest as he tried to relax. He looked over and saw Lucas's body. It was wrecked. Blood dripped from scrapes in the skin and deep bruises were forming where he had gone a little too hard with the flogger. Cum dripped readily from his well-used ass that was far from being tight anymore. The boy looked limp. Spit dripped from around the gag that was tight in his mouth and dried tears covered his face. Richard laughed and smacked the boy's ass.
"Well, that was a workout, Slave. But I feel better."
Lucas groaned in response. He was exhausted. Richard moved to release the gag and as it fell to the floor below him, the boy sighed.
"I am here to please and serve you, Master."
"Well, I am going to shower," Richard said. "I'll have Gimp come tend to you."
"Master?" Lucas asked just before the large man turned. "May I be allowed to ask you a question?"
"What is it, Slave?"
"I was speaking to Hank today, Sir," Lucas replied. "You know, one of our better clients."
"Oh, I know," Richard said. "He was one of my first, too."
"Hank loves to visit and say hello to Bull whenever he comes by to pick up a new shipment," Lucas said. "I let him know that our cow is nearing the end of its usefulness and he expressed an interest in buying it if you would be interested in that. He said he would pay top dollar."
"Did he?" Richard replied in interest. "And he knows that the beast is of little use anymore. It can't even stay awake for long periods of time."
"He understands, Sir," Lucas replied. "He would like to bring it home and put it in his barn and care for it as a pet."
"Well, sure," Richard replied. "Fuck, that will save me the time and effort of putting him down. You and Gimp arrange it and settle on a price. Assuming it is a decent amount, he can have it."
"Thank you, Master," Lucas replied. "I will take care of it."
Richard left the room and Lucas took a breath. As bad as his body felt, he experienced a sense of joy. Bull would be saved. It would be cared for and loved. He smiled and another tear fell from his face, but not of pain.
Several days passed before the arrangement was finalized. Hank had indeed put forth a most generous offer and Richard had accepted it. When he arrived to pick up Bull, Lucas tried to hold it together. He was happy for the future for his favorite cow, but he would be sad to see him go. As he walked out into the barn, he found Bull sitting on the floor playing with the dirt, making mounds and paths between them. The beast looked up when he arrived and smiled and got to its feet. He moved to nuzzle Lucas and the boy gently ran his hand over the beast's head and back, feeling the long, soft hair.
Lucas had treated Bull to a warm bubble bath in the morning. He had cleaned out a large metal trough and had Bull sit in it. The beast was unsure of what was happening, but when it felt the warm water and smelled the bubblegum scent of the soap, it grinned. It joyfully played with the suds as Lucas gently massaged its body. When he was rinsed off, Lucas had used a tool to remove the tag in its ear and the metal rings around its balls and through its nose and then spent over an hour meticulously grooming its hair from head to toe and trimming its beard so it looked presentable. He even put in some braids as an accent, which the beast found fun to play with. Bull never looked so good.
"You smell so wonderful, Bull," Lucas said as he turned to stare at the beast's eyes. "You are such a kind animal, but we can't care for you anymore here. Hank has come to take you to his home. He will be taking care of you from now on. You can have all the treats you can eat and sleep as much as you want."
Bull's eyes glistened as it stared at Lucas. The boy had no idea what the animal understood anymore. But he saw a tear fall from the beast's right eye and Lucas rubbed it away. He embraced Bull again and squeezed him tight.
"I am going to miss you terribly, but I am so happy for your future."
When Lucas regained his composure, he attached a lead to Bull's collar and led it through the yard. Pup and Brutus sat next to the path to the door and stared as they passed. Pup waved and Bull smiled back. When they got inside, Hank was waiting in the front room with a blanket. He smiled as he wrapped it around Bull's waist, hiding its large udder from view.
"Don't you look handsome, Bull!" Hank said with a smile. "Now, try to keep that blanket around you till we get home. We have a long drive to make in public."
"Bye, Bull!" Lucas replied.
Bull looked confused but it moved over and hugged Lucas one last time. Lucas felt it squeeze tight. It was obvious it knew that it was leaving. When the embrace was broken, Hank led Bull outside and Lucas and Gimp watched from the front door as Hank led the beast to the street. Bull turned to look at them one last time and then smiled before looking forward again and getting in the back of the man's Jeep. Hank waved back as he got in the front and drove away.
"I'm going to miss that cow," Lucas said.
"We all will," Gimp replied.
Gimp and Lucas returned to their normal routine in the afternoon. After dinner, a ceremony was held in the basement and Richard announced that Calf would be called Bull from now on. Its chest was shaved smooth so that a man could stop by to tattoo its new name in bold letters across his chest. Its old ear tag was removed and a new one took its place and then it was sent for its first solo milking. As Lucas sat behind it and the machine pulled on the new Bull's massive udder, he combed the long hair that covered the young beast's haunches.
"Well, Bull. You have taken your place here as our sole producer. You have some big hooves to fill, but I know you can do it."
Bull shook and emitted a long groan that ended in a grunt. Lucas had come to know the expression as one of contentment and pleasure. Soon after, its udder erupted and a huge, thick load came spewing forth. The machine struggled to pull it away and the beast's hooves curled in response.
"Great! Nice job, Bull!"