As the sounds of sex and
pleasure rose in the officer's waiting room, the Horse out front was
getting impatient. The Bull was now over an hour late, which truly
annoyed him to no end. He might have to stay late to finish the first
day's worth of procedures, class-A changes always required
convalescence. The Bull would be staying here for quite a while...
the fact that it was so extensive meant that he'd end up getting
quite the bonus at least.
When the bovine finally walked into
the building, the Horse felt a strange tug of recognition on seeing
him. It took him a few seconds, but he suddenly realized he was
looking at 'The Legendary Longhorn'. The big equine
frowned slightly, muttering 'Holy shit...' to himself
under his breath at the fact he'd be working on a celebrity. The Bull
was a real pro in the M.M.A scene, but his star had been descending
in recent months. He'd lost a string of bouts to younger, stronger
males, and fans had been abandoning him. The Horse was boggling at
the situation, there was no way the Bull had actually sign up for all
this... Was there?
The huge Bull clopped up to the counter, a
few inches taller than the massive Horse even. "Hey... my
promoter sent me down here... he said I could get Aggression
Increasing therapy instead of reduction?" The big bovine
snorted, up close Jarrod could see the old scar on his shiny blue
hide.
The Horse looked at his computer screen again, nothing
on that list would make the Bull more aggressive... absolutely
nothing. But he also knew, that a lot of males had their egos
battling their fantasies when it came to Pacification. And the email
order, with its matching notification number, was all the legal
protection he needed. So the big Horse smiled as he turned back to
the Bull, this was going to bring in a lot of money.
"Whatever
you signed up for... we'll do." He said, gesturing the Bull to
one of the rooms, the one with the in-room convalescence tank. The
big Bull opened the door walking to the room, and the Horse stepping
in after him.
He asked the Bull to lie back on the table and
relax as best he could, smiling slightly. "Just take off your
clothing entirely, and we'll start with the first procedure." It
was a simply one Physical demasculinization. The removal of
identifying gender signs other than genitalia, those legendary long
horns... about to become much shorter.
The huge Bull stripped off
his clothing carelessly, exposing his bulging muscles covered in a
short blue fur. His body a mass of thick, powerful muscle, the Horse
had seen it on TV of course. But it was even more impressive in
person, and there was a masculine power that seemed to surround that
body. Like the musky male scent it gave off, Jarrod had seen any
number of naked male furs in his time. From giant Bears to huge
Tigers, to Rhino's and Buffalo's he'd even treated a young Elephant
once. But none of them compared to the sculpted muscle on display
now, it was plain the Bull had spent years working to get this well
defined look. The Horse glanced down at those massive melons, which
dangled below the bovine's heavy sheath. Obviously the big fellow
hadn't needed to cheat, and use chemicals to get where he now was.
This was all grade A... one hundred percent all natural beef; the
Horse looked at his list of procedures again shaking his head.
"The
jewelry as well please." Jarrod requested the handsome blue Bull
snorted, and slowly took off the dozen or so gold chains around his
neck. And then the rings from his thick fingers, piling them all up
neatly on a counter not far away from his clothing. Reaching down the
big Bovine lifted up his heft balls, showing the big gold ring
piercing the back of that sack just below his taint.
"I'll
need help getting this one out." He grunted, making the Horse
hold up his massive testicles... as he carefully worked the ring out
of his flesh and lay it with the others. And then he climbed up onto
the table and lay down on his back, not saying a word as the Horse
moved around the table. Slowly affixing the restraints around the big
bovines limbs, explaining as he did that they were as much for the
patient's safety as his own. Once the massive athlete was locked down
securely, Jarrod returned to the head of the table, taking out the
largest most powerful circular saw they had. Before leaning down to
examine those massive longhorns, this was a totally different
procedure than antler removal. These massive horns had a soft blood
filled inner core, which would need to be cauterized after
amputation. The big Horse took a marker out and drew a line around
those thick horns, about four inches from the Bulls big
head.
"What... what are you doing?" The Legendary
Longhorn demanded as the Horse picked up that saw again, the Bulls
bead little eye's flying open wide as he looked up at the saw.
"Wha... No you can't... I'm The Legendary Longhorn!" The
big bovine was bucking and struggling against the restraints now, his
powerful muscles bugling even more impressively. But even this
massive mountain of beef, couldn't break those strong belts and
straps. Although the table did creak and shudder almost alarmingly,
as he cursed and fought to escape.
"It's what you signed
up for." Jarrod replied in a dead pan voice, as the saw screamed
to life and he went to work removing those huge proud horns. The
symbol of a mature male Bull, the things most obviously marking him
as male. The Horse cutting them off with a grim determination, as the
big Bull screamed threats at him loudly. The Horse had heard much
worse from the criminals he'd processed over the years, he tossed
first one and then the other into the waste bin. Next he picked up
the heated tool that was used to cauterize the tips, which would make
sure those horns stopped growing. His nose wrinkling at the scent of
burning bone and cooking flesh waffled up to his nose. Next came the
end caps over those short stubs, sealing the quick center to keep out
infection.
"What the hell?" The big Bull demanded,
wanting to know just what was going on... Jarrod held up his tablet
letting his patient read everything he was signed up for. "What...
No that's a mistake... I didn't sign up for this! For any of this Mr.
Vanon said I was just going to get Aggression Increasing
therapy."
"Sorry but you saw the paper work."
The Bull continued to thrash, realizing in horror that he'd never
have horns again. Of course, that was wrong Jarrod just needed to let
him heal before he put the new, dainty caps on them. Those proud male
appendages going from massive to minuscule, after all that was all
part of the treatment.
When he had the caps and the sealant on
the Bulls horns, he moved back to the side, getting out a pair of
heavy clippers. The next part was actually more mundane... the
removal of non-feminine hair. He started on the Bull's chest, where
he smoothed him down to a nice, even coat of fur while the big bovine
swore bitterly at him. Once he was done, the Bull looked properly
sleek, and after the treatments, it would always have this nice
appearance. Doing it now though, reinforced what was happening
mentally for the patient, this was about removing the Bull's outer
masculinity as thoroughly as possible. After his chest, he moved to
his neck, getting rid of that loose, shaggy fur and leaving a nice,
clean appearance behind. After that, his pits, his legs... and
finally, he finished around the Bull's sheath and sac, thinning his
pubic fur to a nice, smooth state. When he was done, the Horse
smiled, and then got out the vacuum, working it over the Bull and
removing the loose fur, then sighing slightly.
"Unfortunately,
the next step isn't one we can do quickly." Jarrod explained,
more to feel the power he had over this massive male, than to calm
him. "The process you signed up for means that we can't use our
regular, fast acting process due to the nature of things. So, you're
keeping your nuts..." The Horse said, pausing to watch the look
of relieve wash over the others muzzle before he continued.
The
big Bull sighed gustily in relief, grunting in his rough deep voice.
"Thank fucking god..."
"...However you're
losing most of your sac volume." The grinning Horse finished, a
sudden rush of power flooding through him as the look on the others
muzzle fell.
The huge Bull looked up, and then redoubled his
fight against the restraint straps holding him to the table.
Obviously, the mighty Bull couldn't realize that the pacifying method
he'd been signed up for would require such an extensive timeline. The
Horse knew, quite obviously now, that the Bull hadn't known what was
going on at all. But... a set of procedures like this would net the
Horse quite a sum, and if he didn't do it, then there was a good
chance it would be a different Center.
"Of course, these
are far too large for the process, so you're going to have to get a
few treatments. But, while I'm on that, you relax here..." He
said, pulling down the VR visor, having already booted up the correct
program. It was a form of Aggression Therapy, that was used with this
process to make a male more submissive. For the Bull, it was a series
of 'defeat' scenarios, each pushed down into his
subconscious as they were ran. And of course, with each loss in the
imaginary ring, there would be frustration... and arousal. Enjoying
losing was the first step for beating the Bull's mind into submission
after all, more real world training would come later.
Suddenly a pleasant rush of
adrenaline raced though the big Bull, he wasn't in that horrible
Center anymore... relief rushing through him. He looked around
finding himself in familiar surroundings, not exactly like the chain
link cage he was use to. But it was an arena that felt very normal...
almost like he'd been here hundreds of times. As he looked around
things seemed to grow more and more known, making the big Bull feel
more comfortable. He had a long association with this place, a
suddenly wave of dizziness washed over him, but was quickly gone. He
rolled his massive shoulders, hearing the crowds clamoring just
beyond the bright lights of the ring. That noise surged and suddenly
his opponent stepped into the ring, it was... that young Palomino
stallion that was winning so much. 'What was he called?'
The name escaped his mind at that moment; The Legendary Longhorn
found himself admiring his big draft horse opponent.
The young Stallion like the
Bull was big, with well defined muscles and a ruggedly handsome
muzzle... that showed only minor scarring from his many fights. As
his eye's moved down that powerful body he was shocked to see that
the Horse was naked, his sheath already thick and those balls
massive. It was only then that the Bull realized that he too was
unclothed; this was something different for him. Fighters were never
allowed to fight naked on TV, oh that was it this wasn't televised.
This was like it use to be... an underground fight just for those
furs who knew where to go and who to talk to. The Bull had started
out in this kind of thing, which must be why the place looked so very
familiar to him. But just then the bell rang and the big Horse came
at him, the Bulls charging to meet him head on. Instantly they were
locked into a powerful struggle, the two of them grappling for a long
moment. Before he managed to toss the big Horse back, it had taken
all his strength to do it. This big boy was strong, the Bull felt a
slowly growing respect for the Stallion, and he threw a crushing
punch to the big equine jaw. Moving to instantly follow it up with an
over hand left, knowing that no one could withstand his three punch
combination. He delivered a massive upper cut that sent the Horse
reeling back, as the Bull grinned knowing it was all over.
"That all you got wimp?"
The big draft Horse sneered as he recovered; making the Bull stare in
shock no one had ever been able to shrug that off. The big equine was
back on top of him faster than he'd expected, grappling once again
only this time the Bull was feeling weaker. He wasn't able to throw
the Horse off like before, tired now he just didn't have the strength
to do it. The two of them struggled until the big Horse managed to
get him into a submission hold, putting enormous pressure on the
Bulls arm making him bellow in pain. "Submit." The Stallion
demanded, but the big bovine shook his head in denial even as he
twisted and fought. "Submit." The Horse shouted louder
twisting that arm up harder, racking the Bull's body with pain...
"Noooo." The
Legendary Longhorn bellowed right back, wiggling and twisting until
he had last managed to break free. He stumbled backwards across the
ring, the Stallion following him every step pounding and pummeling
him every staggering step backwards. The big blue Bull covering up
and ducking away, moving around the ring as the crowd hissed at him
for avoiding the Horse. Soon he was ready to go on the attack again,
swiftly blasting a kick to the equines gut and charging in to deliver
punch after punch. The big Stallion took it all and never seemed to
slow down... or get tired he just kept attacking over and over. Until
he again caught the exhausted Bull in a submission hold, forcing the
Bull to the ground twisting his arms up behind him.
"Submit..." The big
stud repeated over and over again, as he inflicted greater pain on
him. The Bull resisting with all his might, as the crowd began to
chant softly at first but growing louder. "Submit
SubmitSubmitSUBMIT!" The Bull feeling weaker and his resolve all
that was keeping him in the fight slowly vanishing bit by bit. He
fought on for a few moments longer, and as the crowd screamed for him
to give up he moaned softly.
"I... I submit."
The Legendary Longhorn moaned, suddenly realizing what it was he was
feeling between his naked rump cheeks. As the Horse released his arms
the big bovine glanced back, seeing that massive equine cock
hot-dogged in his ass crack. The sneering Stallion gripped his tail,
pulling it to the side so that his soft hot anus was fully exposed.
And then drew that mighty fuck stick back, letting his flare slide
down to that tight pucker. "Wait wha..." The big Bull
started to ask, but as he watched in horror that smirking stud slowly
shoved that big blunt tip into him. "OOOOWWWW GODS." The
Bull screamed, even as the watching crowd began to cheer and clap in
delight. The chanting of 'Submit' going wild the
clapping growing louder as the crowds called his name like they
always do... While behind him the big Horse was whispering lewdly
into his ear, telling him this was what they wanted... what he
wanted. The Bull feeling even weaker and insanely confused by what
was going on, the big Horse using him hard... stunningly it had began
feeling good. Each thrust of that huge cock, met with loud wild
cheers from the furs watching. He could hear words of adoration being
called out, praise for him... he was a winner... he was taking cock.
His pleasure building as the crowds cheered him on... suddenly he
felt a rush looking down to see his own hard cock cumming. The
watching furs shouting their love for him, praising his
submissiveness cheering his orgasm.
And then he was standing
again, a new opponent stepping into the ring a big Tiger. The Bull
grinning felines were easy, all you had to do was hurt them really
badly and they would stop fighting he knew. Only it didn't work out
that way the big cat managed to get him into a leg breaker, and he
found himself submitting to the predator. Again he was used by the
other male, the crowds screaming and chanting his name until the
Tiger made him cum. A Rhino followed and then another Bull, over and
over again The Legendary Longhorn was forcing into submitting, and in
returned was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm. Until he found
himself facing the Stallion again, there was no charging attack this
time. The big Horse just walked up to him and ordered him to submit,
gently pushing the Bull to his knees. The lustfully grinning equine
shoved that big cock into the Bulls mouth, the crowd chanting 'Suck
Suck SUCK!' He did it reluctantly at first, but with the
screaming crowd urging him on the big Bull's mouth grew more and more
eager to please.
Opponent after opponent using
him, until the crowd started coming into the ring, smaller and
smaller furs from Lions to canines and on down. Each one ordering him
to submit and he submitted to them one after another, letting them
rut his mouth or anus until they shot they thick load into him.
Somewhere along the line his own orgasms stopped, but that didn't
matter because it wasn't about cum. It was all about submission...
about power and who had it... the big Bull giving it up just like he
was giving up his body. That had bothered him in the beginning; he
had always been in control in his life. In control of himself, and of
many others... from his cow's to his opponents in the ring. But as he
gave himself over fully to others, a kind of mindless joy began to
fill him... the joy of submission. It was profoundly powerful he was
discovering, not realizing that the powerful drugs coursing through
his system. And the artificially implanted thoughts and feelings,
were over writing his own normal strong will and dominant mindset.
Even his natural male breeder sexuality getting erased, being
rewritten into a drive to serve the sexual desires of other
males.
Slowly the scene shifted the males, using the Bull's
mouth in a different manner than before. Now they stood over him
ordering him to open his mouth, as bright golden streams of sparkling
urine splashed down over him. That hot golden liquid reeking in his
nostrils, he'd once broken a males jaw for saying 'Piss on you'
now he just lay there. Excepting this demeaning treatment, submitting
himself to the will of those other males. As he was desecrated over
and over, until his big body trembling in orgasm the pleasure
reinforcing his joy in submitted to this violent disrespect of his
person.
Jarrod smiled to himself as he watching the program
running to its end, the big Bull repeating softly to himself over and
over again 'I submit... I submit'. The Horse had seen
this many times in the past, no matter how strong or proud they were
the system always wore them down... always won out in the end. The
big Equine had to admit if only to himself that he loved watching it
happen, not as much as he loved the money he made doing it naturally.
He had a nice little herd of mares thanks to this job, enjoyed a
upper class life style all thanks to fools like this big Bull. The
government didn't pay that well for the criminals they processed, but
guys like this and the Stag from earlier were putting his colts
through college. Which was why he really didn't mind, all the over
time he was going to spend wreaking this mighty stud.
Guys
like Corey went in it for their own pleasure, even Lance did it for
the pure perverse satisfaction he got out of the act it's self. And
while there were certain nasty little joys Jarrod got from time to
time, for him it was all about the cash. Hell he'd pacify his own
brother... as long as he was getting paid well to do it. So what if
it ruined some rich, famous athletes life, changed him from a stud to
a dud... he smirked that was just an added bonus.
As the system started to
round down, the Horse got up, moving between the Bull's legs and
standing over his nuts. He sighed slightly. They were far too large
for the biggest of the sac-sheathes that they had, so instead, he had
to massage a thick, pasty white cream into them, slowly working it
down into the flesh of the Bull's sac, then patting them slightly as
he saw them drop entirely. He couldn't help but laugh to himself
softly, it was the 'fight or flight' aspect of it that
pleased him so much, after all.
Once the Bull's sac as coated
in reduction paste, he examined his sheath, nodding and taking it in
his big three fingered hand. After all, this was the Legendary
Longhorn... he took out his phone, grinning as he snapped a few pics,
getting the bulk of the process. When all of this was done, he could
sell the pictures to a tabloid for a small fortune. It wouldn't
matter if he lost his job over it with the money that they'd pay for
a story like this. Not that he thought that anyone at the Center
would care, as long as there was no law suit over it.
Once the
program had run its course, he lifted the VR visor, smiling down at
the Bull. "You give up?" He asked, smirking ear to ear as
the dazing looking bovine glared up at him as he asked that.
The
Bull frowned, gritting his teeth and shaking his massive head angrily
at the grinning Horse. "N-no." He stammered weakly, his
shaking voice only a shadow of its former proud dominant self. "Gg-go
fuck yourself."
The Horse laughed at this defiance, and
then moved between the Bull's legs. He put a little lube on his
gloved finger, and then brutally stuffed it into the Bull's virgin
ass. As soon as it was in, he twitched it slightly rubbing over that
pleasure gland, and then smirkingly snorted. "Submit."
The
big Bull's beady eyes bulged out of their sockets for a moment, and
then his mouth flew open wide. "I-I submit, I SUBMIT!" He
stammered rapidly, his ass milking the Horse's finger eagerly as
Jarrod sneered down at him. The big Equine grinned, then slowly and
humiliatingly started to finger fuck the big stud. He pulled out his
phone, recording it slowly as the Bull's ass trained by the machine's
efforts slowly and greedily milked his finger.
Once the phone
hit its maximum recording time, the Horse withdrew his finger,
grabbing a smooth, hollow plug and lubing it up as the Bull panted
weakly. He couldn't find the strength to resist when the equine had
fingered his ass, but now, he was feeling his fury rising again...
only for the plug to be rammed into his backside. He grunted, and
then flicked his ears as he fell back against the bed
weakly.
"Behave." The Horse ordered, laughing and
undoing the straps on the big bovine's powerful body. He tugged him
up, moving him over to the large, glass cylinder in the corner. The
Bull kept trying to fight, to get away, but the Horse just turned him
around and pushed him toward the cylinder gently, and eventually, he
stepped inside. Once he did, the Equine attached a respirator over
his muzzle, and then slid a tube into the plug in his backside,
twisting to lock it into place.
"Heh. We call this the
glass womb." Jarrod explained with a snicker, knewing that a few
days in it would erase all of the Bull's hard work muscle building.
"Ready to be reborn?" The big Bull shook his head, his
heavy nut sack tingling strangely. The Horse snickered, stepping back
and pressing the button to seal the cylinder as it slowly filled with
the necessary chemicals for the genetic baths that would do the worst
of the work...
He stood there in that big
glass tank shivering, as streams of golden liquid poured in around
him. The sight filled him with a perverse pleasure, his mind drifting
back to all those males urinating on him. And he felt his long
slender bovine cock spill out of its sheath, as the liquid rose up to
engulf it feeling warm and inviting on his naked flesh. Soon his
massive body began to float; it was a sensation that was new to the
mighty Bull. Because of the dense muscle mass of his body, he had
always sunk like a stone in water. Now he was drifting in a sea of
warm piss, that mental image making his huge rut stick tense and
flex.
Watching the blurred image of
the smirking Stallion stroll away, the light clicking off as he left
the room. The big Bull found himself floating in total darkness, with
nothing to do but think. He mind going back to the new experiences
he'd had in the ring, dwelling on the feelings of pleasure and joy
he'd felt in submission. In truth he had never in his life known such
happiness, all his life had been about pain. Using his own pain,
anger, dissatisfaction, and depression to inflicting the pain on
others... now it was obvious what he'd needed all along. He'd needed
to place his life in someone else's hands, submit to their will and
their wants forgetting all about his own.
Slowly... insidiously the
reprogramming taking, rooting it's self deeper into his mind; using
the Bull's own subconscious to firmly plant it's self growing like a
weed to take over. Self reflection... and deep thinking in general
were not the Bull's forte, in fact it was something he tried to avoid
normally. But left alone floating in the dark with only the tingling
and trembling in his body, unable to drift off into sleep his mind
hovered in the twilight between sleep and alertness. He was only
dimly aware that his body was feeling oddly different, something was
happening to him outside his head. But what it was he couldn't
tell... the tingling within his scrotum had slowly turned into a dull
throbbing ache. The trembles in his body slowly growing more and more
intense, his heart laboring from all the sexual releases he was
feeling. The big Bull was use to cumming a lot; he had a herd of
females that he had to service one after the other every time they
came into season. Yet now his balls were aching as they struggled to
release, how could they be so empty. He had never run dry when
servicing his herd, he'd heard about other males having to wait a few
hours to regain their potency. But it was never something he'd had to
worry about, just the opposite in fact... when his girls weren't in
season he'd been forced to use to strength to get what he wanted
sometimes.
Slowly he began to unravel
things... Mr. Vanon had signed him up for this he realized. The sly
little Fox was having this done to him... but why just because he
wasn't making him as much money as he use to... No it went farther
than that... a part of him knew the Fox wanted what belonged to him.
Had subconsciously noticed the greedy, lecherous look in the smaller
male's eyes when the Fox had been in his house.
The contract he'd signed to
fight for the promoter had stated plainly in the event of his death
in the ring the Fox would get eighty percent of his assets. But...
but this wasn't a death in the ring... why would the sneaky vulpine
want to do this to him. Suddenly vague half forgotten memories began
to bubble up within his mind, coming home very intoxicated from a
late night drinking binge with his boys. Finding the Fox in his
palatial estate there to talk business, or so the drunken Bull had
thought at the time. Now the memory pointed to a very different
conclusion, he'd been too drunk to realize it at the time. The air
had been heavy with the scents of his herd of wives, sexual musk's...
scents of breeding. The Fox had been breeding his herd... anger
instantly flooded into his mind as he understood. He'd been cuckolded
by his own fight promoter... a little male less than half his size
was fucking his wives.
Big fists beat against the
inside of that glass for a moment, until his fury slowly ebbed away
floating off into that liquid. As inside his mind the programming
pointed out that it really didn't matter, he would never breed them
again anyway. Why would he want to put his dick inside of a female, a
shudder of sickened disgust ran down his spine at the very thought of
it. His mind filled with desire to submit to all those cock, images
of the big young Horse riding him filling his head. And after a
time... it was impossible to say how long floating in that inky
blackness his thick cock tensed and released in orgasm. However it
wasn't just the pleasure of orgasm, it was also the joy of
acceptance... the delight of surrender and submission. There in the
sensory void his mind replayed those images, finding that he could
watch himself giving pleasure to all those males from any angles now.
Unlike before where he was viewing it only from his own body, within
the tank he could watch it like porn. Looking down over the
stallion's shoulder, seeing the look on his own muzzle as he sucked
his first cock. Or took a hard ass rutting from a tiny Fox... Fox...
Fox something about that bothered him but he couldn't understand what
it was. Fucked by a Fox... being screwed by a Fox... being screwed
over by a Fox... Mr. Vanon had screwed him.
Jarrod was in bright and
early the next morning, after working four hours of overtime the day
before with the big Bull. The Horse had a well satisfied spring in
his step, after his time with the big cage fighter the day before.
Jarrod had gone home and nailed his lead mare lustfully, telling her
all about the celebrity client he was working on. She had found it
almost as exciting as himself, growing all damp as he had showed her
the pictures and video he'd taken. She had gushed about her big sexy
husband, being the one who was taking down the Legendary
Longhorn.
Jarrod looked over his schedule for the upcoming
day, glad to see they only had two state prisoners to do. Lance still
had his Lion from yesterday to finish off over the next few days, but
he could spare the time to take care of the canine low level
offender. The second client was a nasty repeat offender, who would
need at least one Class-A Modification and while it wasn't his
specialty Corey could handle it just fine. Things would work out just
like normal; the big Horse was thinking when a client walked in off
the street.
This happened on occasions and when it did it
always seemed to happen in clumps of twos and threes. Today it was a
particularly sleek, young, creamy white stallion, who was very well
dressed. Jarrod took the young Horse into his office, where the young
stud introduced himself as Cameron O'War. It took the older Stallion
a long moment to make the connection; this was one of the son's of a
famous race horse. "So what is it you're interested in?"
"I
want to be gelded." The young stallion said flatly, making the
other stallion look at him in mild surprise. This wasn't that usual a
request, any number of males had come in wanting to be neutered. Most
were not this blunt about it; Jarrod took out the literature
explaining about the procedures they had to offer. The young Stallion
didn't even bother looking through them, but simply stated he wanted
them cut off.
"Well we can do that certainly... I take it
you do not want to preserve any sperm... for siring offspring at
all?" The older Horse had realized where this was going, and why
it was going there pretty quickly.
"Not at all..."
Cameron agreed, going on to detail that he also wanted his creamy
white fur changed to a bubble gum shade of pink. And his mane and
tail colored a bright red, as a nice contrast. He also requested a
penile reduction, and compliance training to make him more mareish.
Jarrod noted all of this down on his paper work; it seemed the young
male was going for the full flamer effect. The older stallion quickly
realizing this was a rebellion against the young stud's father, who
had bred a racing dynasty after retiring to stud. "I suppose you
find this all shocking?" The young Stallion snorted, sounding
like he was hoping it to have that effect.
"No... not
really." Jarrod assured the young Stallion with a big friendly
smile, explaining to him that he had gotten similar requests in the
past. And in fact had done much more extreme changes, this boy could
afford what he wanted the older Horse knew. And Jarrod wasn't about
to deny nor discourage him in anyway, this would make another great
tabloid story 'Son of famous Man' O'War goes pretty pony!'.
It would fill his bank account, almost as much as the modifications
being done to the big Bull. He made plans to fully document it,
taking before and after pictures and videos. "We have a
technician who specializes in just this type of thing. I'll make you
an appointment for Friday; we'll keep you over the weekend for your
mental conditioning program." He dug out all the mental
conditioning literature, unsurprised when the young Stallion picked
out a few more procurers. Apparently he was going for the most
sissified fag he could possibly be, Jarrod just smirked and added
them to the list. He sent the younger equine off with a polite smile,
and then laughed at him behind his back. The young rich Stallion
wanted to fuck himself up totally, just to spite his father... well
as long as the money kept coming the boy was more than welcomed to do
as he liked.
With that done, he strolled down to look in on
his star patient, finding the Bull floating peacefully in his tank.
The golden liquid now had a lot of slimy semen floating in it,
showing that the mental programming had been at work over night. It
would be firmly set in by now the big Horse knew; sensory deprivation
was used in these cases just for that effect. The night nurses had
kept a close eye on the Bull through electronic monitoring, today
Jarrod would see about finishing the bovines demasculinity treatment.
That enormously long cock would be shortened to only hang out of his
sheath a few inches, just enough so he could urinate with it without
making a mess.
The big Bull looked...
smaller, certainly. His musculature having been softened a good
amount by the baths, no longer looking huge on his body, and between
his legs, his big, fat sac--which had been stretched tightly around
his massive nuts--was loose and fleshy. The Stallion nodded, pressing
the button to cycle the liquid out. It wouldn't be disposed of, of
course. The same bath would be used for the Bull again and again,
even as his cum, piss, or tears started to taint the liquid.
The
Horse pressed another button while he waited, grinning wickedly as he
had the Bull's backside thoroughly cleaned by the system. The bovine
was squirming and struggling as it happened, but after a few moments,
he started to roll his hips backward against it. The equine grinned
and laughed, smiling and pressing the button to wash the big male
off, then opened the tube to remove the cleaning device, breather,
and plug.
"There we go." He said, smiling and
helping the gentled Bull over to the table, laying him down on it. "I
know you must feel exhausted." He said, reaching down and
feeling the Bull's sac, nodding slightly at the size reduction. Loose
around those nuts, which were barely half the size they were before.
It would make it that much easier to complete the process of
pacifying him, now.
Grinning broadly Jarrod, then stepped
back, turning and rooting around in one of the drawers before coming
back to the table with a long, plastic sheath. He stuffed a finger
into the Bull's ass, getting a long, semi-satisfied moo when he did,
and laughed as he started to work the other's prostate slowly. "There
we go... C'mon... C'mon get nice and hard for me now..."
The
passive Bull shook his head for a moment, but after a few seconds
longer, his dick started to slide from his sheath. He knew that he
was going to be losing the bulk of his bullhood today, and he tried
to keep it from happening, but... it seemed like there was no way to
keep himself from thickening all the way out to his full, impressive
length.
The Horse whistled as he saw it, laughing softly
knowing the Bull was trying to keep from get hard. "Such a big
dick." Jarrod breathed in delight, using his camera phone to get
a few pic's of that huge fucker. "Ashame." He added,
laughing softly and working to slip the plastic sheath over the
other's erect cock. "You know that this is the size..." The
Horse grunted, struggling harder to forcing it down over that mighty
erection. "...that we use on Clydesdales?" He finished as
the sheath slowly slid farther down on that thick fucker, laughing
softly as he thought about it. "Think about that. You're as hung
as a giant fucking Horse, and now, it's all going to be taken
away..." He said, grinning from ear to ear, thinking about what
he'd spend his bonus on. Maybe a new car... or maybe a nice set of
bigger teats for one of his mares.
"Noo... No Please not my
cock." The big Bovine pleaded, looking up at the big Horse who
was smiling so widely it made him look slightly deranged. Even as he
tugged and twisted that long, plastic sheath into place.
He
finally wrenched it into place, and a few moments later, the Bull
felt a heat working around the base of his dick, followed by a slow
trickling sensation running up it as some liquid started to cycle
over his length, sucked out by the tube. Almost immediately, his
mighty organ began to feel numb within the plastic sheathing.
"Owww fucking hell."
He cursed, as the Horse slowly slid a long metal tube into his piss
slit and all the way into his bladder. He wanted to look away,
knowing what was going to happen to his massive fucker. The Stallion
nodded, and leaving the Bull just laying there to watch his cock die,
stepped out of the room.
The prisoner delivery would be
happening soon, and he needed to make sure Corey knew what was
coming. And then tell Lance, he needed to make a little time that
afternoon for a quick Hormone reduction and Aggression therapy... but
he was already having a perfect day.
"Noo please gods nooo."
The Bull whimpered to the empty room in growing horror, it was as if
he could feel every weakening pulse within this dying fucker. The
sensation within that big organ had been fading, even as the Horse
trotted out of the room, leaving him there alone once more. His
mind flashing back to the pleasure of using that mighty tool,
thrusting it deep into... into... his mind couldn't think of what. He
remembered the pleasure of orgasm... remember feeling his big cock
flexing and shooting. Yet somehow he couldn't figure out what he'd
been rutting, wait... he was mated... he had Cows... 'Right...'
and yet as he thought about fucking Cows a wave of disgust rose up
within him. 'Why was he mated to a bunch of COWS?' This
was all very confusing... something wasn't right here, and still he
couldn't figure it out.
That thick bovine neck
quivering as he held his head up, starring at his huge organ as the
color drained out of it. That huge red fucker twitching and flexing
as if fighting to remain alive, but it was a hopeless battle The
Legendary Longhorn knew. And still he couldn't stop watching it,
couldn't help wanting his massive fucker to somehow win out. But in
the end it was another lose for the big Bull, his organ was pale and
bloodless when the smiling Horse came back. "Time to take off
the trash." Jarrod snickered, as he took a fresh scalpel out of
its package holding it up for the Bull to see before he began
cutting. That thick organ was tough and it took him a long while to
cut all the way through it, finally he finished and slid it off the
catheter rod. Holding it up to take a few pictures of it, before
taking some shots of the tiny stub that was left sticking up out of
the Bulls sheath. "That's a lot of meat... it will make some
pred a good meal." The big Horse laughed as the Bull's head
dropped back to the table, there was a sudden flash of movement from
his side as he dropped it into the waste bin.
Jarrod cursed softly under
his breath, holding the ice pack over his eye as it throbbed. His
perfect day much less so with his cheek and eye throbbing, the big
Bull was proving to be more resistant to the mental reprogramming
than the Horse had expected. Most males were completely passive by
this point, but every-time Jarrod had thought he'd broken the Bull
totally. He would do something rebellious, this time it had been a
big cloven hoof in the muzzle. At that moment he was strapped down to
the table, undergoing intense Submission treatments again. Jarrod had
decided to put hobbles and other restraints on him, whenever he
wasn't strapped down to the table. Well not many guys could say they
got a black eye from The Legendary Longhorn himself, and it would no
doubt impress and garner sympathy from the Horse's mares.
Jarrod took out the longest
thickest needles they had, and slowly inserted them deep into the
Bull's heavy testicles. Watching as that big body reacted to the
pain, even while the Bull's mind was under VR control. With the still
enormous size of those balls, Jarrod had to use twice the number of
needles. And he had to admit he did get a certain pleasure from
jabbing them roughly into the big Bull's nuts. "That's right I
hurt your fat balls... and I'm going to hurt them a lot more."
The big Horse grunted as he clamping on the electrodes, setting the
oscillating timer to double its normal length. And began the
treatment, the air crackling as the electricity began burning up the
Bull's mighty nuts from the inside.
Returning to his office, the
Horse checked on the progress Corey and Lance were having with their
latest assignments. The Tiger had finished up with his prisoners base
treatments, but was now doing some things the canine had volunteered
for. The big Horse shook his head wily and then winced as his bruised
cheek throbbed. Lances patients always seemed to get a bit more than
they came in for, not that the Horse was complaining it was more
money from the state. Corey's prisoner on the other hand was going
like clockwork; the big Boar would have him fully treated by the end
of the day. Once he'd spent a night in the tank, they could release
him sometime the next day if he showed no signs of treatment
resistance. Which so far everything seemed to be taking very well, it
was strange how most patients could be so pliant and others could be
such a pain in the ass. The big Horse knew that he had at least
another four hours of overtime that night; well it's the challenges
that make life worth living.
Jarrod checked his email,
happy to see that tomorrow looked like an open day, but doubted it
would stay that way. Standing up he stretched his long equine legs,
it was time he go back to work. He wanted to run the Subservience
training on his patient again, and knew that by this time the
oscillating timer would have shut off. When he finished with this
bastard... the Bull would never lift a finger to harm anyone ever
again. Even if some predator was eating him alive, the Bull would
just ask if he wanted salt or pepper.
Wednesday.
Jarrod had spent an exciting
night with his other two mares, just as he'd figured the girls had
been very impressed with his injury. And his first mare had
grudgingly agreed that the other two deserved to have time with their
big stud husband. So he'd spent most of the night making his mare's
squeal, while replaying cutting off the big Bull cage fighter's huge
cock. His girls had of course wanted to hear all about it, and see
the pictures on his phone. All in all... this patient was turning out
to be an enormous boost for the Horses sex life... even though it
meant the end of the Bull's... at least with females. "Hehehe..."
He couldn't help chuckling, wondering if there was any new patients
looking to book procedures, he'd have to check his email.
Sure enough, Jarrod found a
Wolverine waiting on him as he checked in at the front desk. Another
walk in... this fella was worried about his hair temper, and wanted
to get his aggressiveness lowered before he got into trouble. The big
Horse assuring him this was a wise decision, they talked a bit and
decided on tooth blunting, claw removal, and 'mild' the
patients word... Aggression Therapy. The big Horse didn't bother
trying to explaining that there were only standard and drastic
levels. "Alright so that's Aggression Therapy, Disarmament and I
really would suggest considering Submission Therapy as well."
The Wolverine thought about for a moment and then shrugged... telling
the Horse to include that as well. Jarrod smiled and nodded knowing
that those three treatments together, always brought a premium
increase in price. He send the Wolverine into room two to await
Lance, the Tiger would already be in working on his Lion a bit more.
Corey would of course be
finishing up his prisoner from the day before; Jarrod reviewed the
Boars reports happy to see the patient had responded so well. He was
just walking out of his office, when he saw Lance come prancing out
of a treatment room. "I've got a walk in for you in room two."
He handed the paper work to the smiling Tiger, noting the not so
faint scent of lube on him as he did. "I take it your Lion boy
is responding well..."
"Wow that isss sssome
ssshinier." The Tiger exclaimed, looking Jarrod's muzzle over
first this way and then that. The feline wouldn't ask Jarrod knew,
but would wait until the Stallion told him... or he heard about it
from someone else. "Wha... Oh yesss he'll be a nice submisssive
little deer by Friday." Lance lisped, as he thumbed through the
file Jarrod had just handed him, his striped muzzle splitting into a
blunt toothed smile. "Talked thisss guy into the full boat...
huh. Very nice... oh look hisss HMO will be paying for it all."
Tiger noted happily, he believed that every predator should have at
least one run of those three treatments. And now that most health
plans cover it, he was hoping more of them would be coming in. Waving
to the Horse cheerfully, the sleek Tiger opened the door to room
number two and strolled inside.
Jarrod saw Corey a little
farther up the hall, and so hurried up to the big Boar noticing the
look on his muzzle. "Yes this is a hell of a shinier... I didn't
have my patient strapped down all the way, and he proved somewhat
resistant to reprogramming." The big Horse snorted, heading off
the question he knew Corey was about to ask. "How are things
looking with your...?" The big Horse inquired unable to remember
what kind of fur the prisoner was, the heavy Hog flashed him a wide
satisfied grin.
"Perfect chief... he's
responded very well. The arresting officers will be by in an hour or
so to sign off on it. And then he'll be back out on the street, a
sweet cuddly Panda." Corey snickered lewdly, knowing it was the
turn over that matter to the Horse. "We got anything else to
do?"
"Not at this time. Why
don't you review the paper work on your Friday appointment until the
police arrive. I'll call you if we get another walk in."
"Sounds like a plan."
The hefty Boar snorted, already very excited about the sexy young
Horse he was scheduled to geld and feminize at the end of the week.
'Only one more day to go after today...' The big Boar
thought eagerly, already getting an erection as he looked over the
sexy young equines list of modifications. "Maybe this is the
one." Corey muttered under his breath, thinking about how eager
and sweet the young Horse would be when he finished with him.
Jarrod turned on the lights
and looked in on his big Bull; The Legendary Longhorn was looking
decidedly less legendary. That massive body smaller certainly, gone
was much of his former muscle mass... he was looking softer and
rounder. If viewed from behind one would almost certainly think Cow,
except for the big deflated bag of his scrotum. They would be
addressing that today; making the bag fit those shrunken testicles.
The Stallion nodded to himself, pressing the button to cycle the
liquid out of the tank. The Bull's furry skin looking loose on his
soft rotund frame, the white nylon restraints would need tightening
the Horse thought. As the big bovine waddled out of the tank and over
to the table as the Horse directed. Jarrod tightened the straps first
and then ordered his patient to lie back on the table. The Bull
offered up no resistance, as Jarrod loaded up a couple of syringes.
Injecting the drugs into the bovine, before sliding the VR head set
on him.
Once his patient was under,
and moaning softly in utter acquiescence... The big Horse went to
work removing all that excess skin, tightening that ball bag back up
to display the Bull's now much smaller orbs. They would look
laughable on that big soft body, along with that bobbed cock that was
only a few inches long.
Within the system, the Bull
was staggering through the locker room, his face red with humiliation
as he saw all the big, powerful males turning, looking at him, and
stroking their cocks and their massive sacs. He felt so small, and as
his paw reached down to explore himself, he realized just how tiny he
was. He grunted, furious... he use to be so fucking hung, and then,
that god damned Horse.
He punched a locker, but as he did, the
pain radiated up his arm, making him grunt weakly as he staggered
slightly. A couple of the males there caught him, slowly laying him
back on the bench. One of them laid his nuts on the Bull's muzzle,
chuckling slightly as the Bull couldn't help but lick them. His
tongue snaked out need fully. between his legs, someone was stroking
his cock-nub slowly, squeezing it and feeling how small it
was--commenting on it, as well. As he continued to squeeze and work
that nub, the big Bull felt someone sliding their cock between his
cheeks, and he found himself reaching down and tugging his ass-cheeks
apart. The huge cock slid in, and he moaned loudly into those big fat
nuts his mouth was lapping at.
Slowly, he felt more and more
worshipful of sacs, even as the sacs kept getting smaller and
smaller. His own was so pathetic, he remembered... he was pathetic...
a pathetic bitch. His head swam, and he grunted lightly as he weakly
started to thrust his nub into whatever paw was currently teasing it.
He might have cum, but he couldn't be sure. His cock didn't work and
flex like it used to, it just weakly oozed out his loads.
Outside
the system, Jarrod watched the Once-Legendary Longhorn's nub thicken
and ooze out pre-cum heavily, and he nodded. Hopefully, the
programming would work a little better this time, no one could resist
it forever the Stallion knew. He shook his head, and then washed his
hands, stepping out of the room and walking back to the front desk
where he sat down, filling out the paperwork on things. As he did,
the Wolverine walked out from the back, his muzzle crimson and his
demeanor quite different than it had been before. Lance walked out
with him, rubbing his shoulders and whispering soft little
encouragements, all of which made the once-powerful predator give a
little, blunted grin.
He filled out the last of his paperwork,
thanking the Horse, then heading out of the building. Lance grinned
at Jarrod, and then came around the counter, sitting down next to
him, purring softly at him. "Anyone elssse for me today?"
The Tiger asked, he was giving the Horse the big, soft eyes... which
meant...
"You're wanting to give your kitty some extended
playtime today, huh?" Jarrod asked, scribbling a few more things
down as the Tiger cleared his throat.
"Mhmmmmm."
Lance purred loudly, grinning as he thought about the young Lion. "He
keepsss volunteering for more thingsss. I just love it..." Lance
admitted, laughing softly as he looked over at his boss. "Today,
we got hisss cock ssso perfectly sssmooth... He feelsss wonderful,
but he can't get it up unlesss I tease him juussttt right. And I
wanna make him much more eager than that." The slender Tiger
added, smacking his lip's as if the idea was a sweet treat he wanted
to devour.
Jarrod laughed softly, knowing that Lance was a
perfectionist, at least when it came to working on violent offenders.
"Fine, fine... but you're doing it off the clock, just lock up
when you're finished."
Lance gave a little delighted
mewl, that the big Horse always found slightly disturbing. "Thanks,
Jerrod." The tall feline called, bouncing out of his chair and
then rushing down the hall.
Corey was walking out of the back,
carrying a few files with him. "Gonna call it early, Jer."
He explained, not that there was much of the day left of course, the
big Horse nodded. "I'll be in early tomorrow... appointment is
scheduled for 6:00 AM, since it's an all day." The hefty Hog
mentioned, Jarrod didn't stop him, just waved as he left, then
checked his readouts.
He stood up slowly, stretching and
heading back to the Bull's room. The system had run itself through
the iteration three times, and each time, it had gotten more and more
ingrained. The Horse removed the visor, and then tugged the Bull up,
moving him back to the chamber and putting him in. But this time,
before he sealed it, he sneered at the Bull. His black eye was still
there, and he didn't think his revenge had been sufficient... not
yet.
He tugged his scrubs down, and then let his cock drop out of its sheath. He took it, aiming at the restrained Bull, and then started to piss on him. He aimed for his nub and 'sac', smirking as the Bull writhed, the piss burning the stitches where he'd removed the extra skin, and he finished by simply pissing in the bottom of the tube. Then, without draining it, he closed the door, starting the cycle as the cum and piss stained fluid that had been eating the Bull's masculinity up like it was nothing started to refill the system. The Bull glared at him furiously through the glass, and the Horse smirked back at him, as if daring him to do anything... and after a few seconds, the Bull looked away.