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Thank you to everyone that emailed me with your ideas and support. Writing takes a lot of time that I don't have these days in abundance. But I managed to get some more thoughts down. The first eight chapters were primarily about Lucas. I decided to switch gears and focus on the new bulls on the farm in the next five chapters that are coming. I will be taking another break after that, but rest assured, I have more material coming thanks to everyone's suggestions.
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Transformed - Chapter 9: Troublemaker
Evan opened his eyes and saw that he was lying in a bed with a thin white sheet over him. He felt groggy and his throat was sore. He reached his hand up to touch his neck and tried to speak, but no sounds came from him. He panicked and sat up and saw his chest had been shaved and "Bull" had been tattooed across it in large bold letters. The memories of what had happened to him in the dungeon flooded him, and he tried to scream. Only a gasp of air escaped his lips, however.
His nipples had been pierced with gold rings and he felt a similar ring through his septum. He felt the plastic tag that had been secured to his ear with a metal pin and then grabbed the sheets and balled them in his hands. He was furious and wanted to escape. As he turned to get out of bed, a door opened. A man with a white coat came in and smiled at him.
"Good morning, White! I see we are bright-eyed this morning!"
Evan sneered at the man and tried to speak back. But no vocalizations emerged.
"Be careful there," the man replied. "We have permanently removed your ability to speak and it will take a few days for your voice box to heal properly. When it does, you will learn how to communicate through grunts and other sounds."
Evan was horrified and lunged at the man, but he grabbed the beast firmly and pushed it back to the bed.
"Gimp! I need help!" the man yelled out.
Gimp entered the room and helped the man secure Evan to the bed using restraints at the four corners of the mattress. When the young bull was secured, they stood back and Gimp sighed.
"Now, don't start causing trouble, White! I was a cocky bastard when I came here and learned quite quickly that there is no leaving. The quicker you accept your new role, the easier it will be."
"Do you want me to give White a sedative?" the man asked.
"No," Gimp replied. "Let's let it sit here and think about things."
Gimp turned to look at Evan as the man left and leaned over it.
"You are going to skip breakfast for that outburst. If you want lunch, you better be behaved when I return."
Gimp smiled and turned to leave and Evan sneered at him as he left. The young bull pulled on the restraints, but they held tight and it was going nowhere.
Gimp walked down the hall to his former bedroom and opened the door. Oliver and Noah were lying in bed and looked up at him as he entered. They had recovered an hour prior and although they were upset, they had not attempted to move.
"How are you, Blue and Red?" Gimp asked with a smile.
Oliver looked up at him, rubbed its throat, and grimaced.
"Is your throat still in pain, Blue?" Gimp asked.
Oliver nodded and Gimp pulled out the drawer in the table between the beds and picked up a pill bottle, removing two white tablets. He turned and handed them to Oliver and then poured the young bull a glass of water.
"Take those," Gimp said. "It will help."
Gimp then turned to Noah.
"How are you, Red?"
Noah stuck out its hand and twisted it side to side to indicate it was in a bit of pain. Gimp pulled out two more pills and handed them to it with a glass of water next.
"Here, then. Take those. It can't hurt."
Oliver reached out and grabbed Gimp's arm. It tried to speak but looked frustrated when it realized it could not. It tapped its arm as if it was asking for the time and then pointed around the room.
"I am afraid I don't know what you are trying to ask me, Blue," Gimp replied.
Oliver tapped its wrist again and mouthed the words, "how long stay here?"
"How long will you both be here?" Gimp asked.
Oliver shook its head in the affirmative.
"You and Red will be leaving for the farm today," Gimp said. "You both seem calm and compliant. We took Green out there this morning. It was the first to wake up and was eager to move into its new role."
Oliver looked at Gimp inquisitively and mouthed the word "who?"
"Green," Gimp replied. "It was once known as Ben before it became Master's property. You all will need to learn your new names for each other. Your former lives are over."
Noah grabbed Gimp's arm next and then mouthed "Evan".
"White will not be joining you for a day or so," Gimp replied. "It is showing signs of rebellion and it has been decided to let it heal completely so its collar can be installed to prevent escape."
Noah looked confused and Gimp smiled.
"All of you new bulls will be getting collars installed around your necks. They will induce a shock if you wander too far from the farmhouse. The shock will get worse the farther you roam. Once we are sure you are not an escape risk, they will be removed. I don't think we will have issues with you two and Green, but White will likely be another issue altogether. For now, you two lie back and rest. I will bring some breakfast for you shortly and give you your morning injections."
Noah pointed to his crotch and mouthed, "to make grow".
"Correct," Gimp said. "All of you new bulls will be getting twice-daily injections. They will make your udders start to grow and increase your production of semen. You will start your milking sessions this evening. Based on Bull's progress of transformation, it will not be long till you all will look just like it."
Noah nodded and Gimp smiled and rubbed Oliver's head before turning to leave.
"I'll be back shortly."
Evan sat bound in bed till lunchtime when Gimp came in to feed it. A tube was placed in its mouth and a liquid concoction was poured into a funnel for it to drink. Evan's throat was on fire from the operation, but the coolness of the fluid felt good as it went into its stomach. Gimp used a towel to wipe the young bull's mouth and then placed the funnel and tube on a side table when it had finished it all.
"Are you ready to be released now, or will you be staying in restraints till dinner?" Gimp asked.
Evan stared at the eunuch and turned its wrists so the latches were facing Gimp.
"If I remove them, are you going to behave?" Gimp asked.
Evan nodded and Gimp untied its wrists first, followed by its legs. Evan stayed still when Gimp moved back.
"The quicker you accept your life now, the quicker you get out of this room," Gimp replied.
Evan nodded again and then watched as Gimp turned and left. When the door closed, it turned, got out of bed, and went to the window. It saw that it was on the second story of an older home and saw the backyard below as it looked out. Evan pushed on the window and noticed it moved but did not open. It felt on top of the frame and saw that nails had been driven into the sides. The nails were old and the heads protruded out, however.
Evan turned and examined the room. There was a chest of drawers to the left of the bed and a lamp, but not much else. It opened all the drawers but did not find anything inside. It then looked under the bed and furniture and behind it, but still did not find anything. It then removed all the drawers and under one, it found a small piece of metal.
Evan smiled, grabbed the implement, and turned to the window frame. It pushed the small piece of metal under the first nail and spent the next two hours slowly pulling it from its place. When it came out, Evan turned to the other nail and did the same. This one was more firmly in place and took a lot more work. The sun was beginning to set as the young bull finally pulled it from its position and it heard the creak of the floorboards in the hall.
Gimp entered the room with Evan's dinner shake and saw the beast lying quietly on the bed, but it did not look at him.
"Well, I am glad to see you have calmed down," Gimp said as he moved to put the tube in Evan's mouth.
Evan accepted liquid food and when Gimp was done, the young bull was asked to roll on its side to receive its evening injection. Gimp then turned to leave and Evan heard the door click as the lock was engaged.
Evan waited until the sunset and darkness fell over the room. It then returned to the window and pushed on the frame. The window moved and made a squeaking sound but only opened a few inches. Evan waited a moment to ensure no one heard the sound and then moved its hands under the frame and pulled hard. The window squeaked again and moved a few more inches. It repeated several more times until it had enough space to squeeze through.
The ledge was next to a metal steel pipe that came down from the roof. Evan held on to this and did its best to shimmy down the pipe without falling. Its feet slipped twice, but it made it to the ground below without injury. Evan turned and saw the small shack in the back and made its way over to it. Inside, it saw the floor was covered in hay, but there was a small torn blanket in the corner. It used it to wrap around its naked waist to hide its cock and balls and then returned to the yard and made its way to the side gate.
Evan took in a breath and smiled. It was finally free of the nightmare that it had woken up to and it made its way quietly down the street and turned a corner. It could see lights from the downtown area ahead and it made its way towards them. A few cars drove by, but Evan hid in the shadows to avoid being seen too close to the house.
After several blocks, Evan saw a home on a corner lot that appeared to be boarded up. It moved around to the back of the property and pulled on a piece of plywood that covered a window. When the wood gave way, it saw that the glass was gone and it jumped through the opening. The room had the smell of mold and dampness and there were cobwebs and dirt everywhere. A few pieces of furniture had been covered with blankets and it pulled one from a chair and used it to wrap around its body to replace the tattered cloak around its waist.
The young bull collapsed in the chair and a cloud of dust billowed into the air. It felt its sore throat and cursed in its head. Evan clung to the hope that if it could get back home, it could find a doctor that might be able to restore its voice and remove the degrading piercings it had received. It looked around the room now that its eyes had adjusted and saw several walls covered in graffiti. There was an opening at the end of the room and it got up and walked into it and down a hall that led to a bedroom. Inside, an old, dirty mattress was on the floor, surrounded by more graffiti. The beast was tired and walked over and collapsed on it to get some rest.
In the morning, Evan opened its eyes and saw several beams of light coming through cracks in the boards covering the window to the room. It sat up and stretched and then explored the house to see what was inside. It found an old pair of overalls in another room that was big for it, but it slipped them on anyway. The flap on the front mostly covered its tattoo and a tattered hat it found in a corner hid the tag in its ear. Satisfied with the more proper clothing, it exited the building and continued on its way towards the center of town.
After leaving the residential area, the first thing it ran across was a gas station. Disheveled, barefoot, and wearing the filthy clothes it found, it entered the building and an attendant looked up at it.
"Damn boy, you look like you slept in a garbage can last night."
Evan tried to reply, but when it realized it could not speak, it moved to the counter, grabbed a pen from the man, and wrote "help me" on a piece of paper.
"Do you want me to call the police?" the man asked.
Evan nodded and the man then grabbed a telephone and made the call. When he returned, he handed the young bull a glass of water.
"Here, drink that son," the man said. "I just called the sheriff. He will come to get you shortly."
Evan lifted the plastic container to its lips and downed the bottle quickly. It had not realized how dehydrated it had become. When it was done, Evan looked for a bathroom to relieve itself. The man showed him where it was in the back and when it was done, it came out and saw a patrol car pulling up. A large officer got out. He had a hat on that he removed and placed on the vehicle's hood and then he entered the building.
"Now, what do we have here?" the officer asked.
"This young boy wandered in a few minutes ago," the man said. "He doesn't seem to be able to speak and he smells awful."
The officer approached Evan and swung his hand from side to side in front of his face.
"Fuck, boy. Where did you find those clothes? You reek!"
Evan looked down and the officer removed its tattered hat, revealing the white tag with a barcode in its ear.
"Now, what do we have here?" the officer asked as he inspected the tag.
Evan pulled away, put its hand over the tag, and grunted.
"He might be a runaway," the attendant replied.
"Well, the main thing is we get him back to where he can be cared for," the officer said. "My name is Lamar. Come with me."
Evan followed the large man back outside. Lamar opened the back of the patrol car and motioned for it to get in the back. It hesitated at first and Lamar smiled.
"It's ok, fella. You are safe. Get in the back here and I will take care of you."
Evan sighed in relief. It had plenty of run-ins with the law in its time, but it had never been so happy to be in the back of a cop's car. Lamar closed the door behind the young bull and then grabbed his hat and got in the driver's seat. He then turned to Evan and smiled through the bars that separated them.
"You know your owner Richard is not going to be happy that I found you wandering around."
Evan looked horrified at the man and grabbed the bars and shook them.
"Calm down, young bull. Calm down!" Lamar replied as he turned to start the engine and return to the house that Evan had escaped from. "We can't have livestock wandering around the city. It is not healthy for you."
Evan pounded on the grating and tried to yell. There was no use, however. It fell back onto the seat, and a tear fell from its eyes. It was defeated.
When Lamar pulled the car in front of the house, he got out and went to the front door. Evan saw Gimp on the threshold and then he disappeared. Lamar then returned and opened the door. Evan tried to bolt out and escape, but Lamar held him tight.
"Woah there, White!"
Evan struggled against Lamar's grip, but it was no use. The officer guided it back to the front door and into the front room where Gimp was standing, sneering.
"Where the fuck have you been, White! Richard is furious! He was about to put out a missing person's report on you!"
"Found him at Red's Gas Station," Lamar replied.
"Gawd, it smells awful!" Gimp said.
Lamar held Evan tight as Gimp removed the clothing from its body.
"Sir, can you help me get White to the backyard so I can bathe him?"
"Sure thing," Lamar replied.
"Thanks," Gimp said. "I can offer you a free case of Lightning Boost if you have time to help me."
"For sure," Lamar replied with a grin.
Evan was led into the backyard and Lamar and Gimp used the spicket in the back to drench its body in water before soap was applied. When it was clean, Gimp grabbed its arm to inject a light sedative into its arm and then Lamar lifted the young bull over his shoulder and brought it back inside and up to the second-floor bedroom. Evan was bound to the bed again and Gimp looked down at him.
"White, you better fucking listen to me," Gimp said. "You do that again and Sir Richard is likely to castrate you and get rid of you, permanently. Do you understand me?"
Evan felt the drugs in its system. It was still furious and scared but did not struggle. Gimp then turned to Lamar and smiled.
"Thank you again, Sir. Come downstairs and I will give you your reward for White's return."
"Thank you kindly!" Lamar said with a smile before turning to Evan. "You listen to your minder here. Don't make me have to run you down again!"
The two left the room and Evan heard the lock click. It looked behind and saw the window had been secured with large bolts now and there was no chance of escape again. It groaned and began to accept its fate, for now.