His fingers wrap around my cock, drawing a startled yelp from my lips. Only, with the gag, it’s more like a humiliating moo. Just like a bull. Just like the beast they’re announcing you to be.
Though I try to pull away, my feeble attempts are just that—feeble, inconsequential, and wholly ineffective. The strange man keeps me glued to the spot as he continues to molest me, jacking me off while everyone watches. Their deep, guttural laughs skitter over my skin as if I can feel them like a physical sensation.
I have to wake up. Surely this is all just a dream, a nightmare. It has to be. How can they laugh like this? Why is no one helping me?
As his fingers tighten even more, I groan, detesting the fact that his touch feels so fucking good. My balls tighten even further, squeezing hard as if they are about to combust. I just need relief, and at this point, I’ll take it any way I can. Even if it’s from a strange man I don’t know, touching me and forcing me to come.
“Come now. No one? Not one taker? All bids will be entertained. It’s either this or the prison planets. Last call.”
A single sound rings out from the darkness. It’s a high-pitched tone, so light I wonder if my ears are ringing. But it’s just the one, and then it’s gone. Just like the rest of my sanity slipping away millimeter by millimeter.
The whole area is silent. I strain again to hear the sound, to hear anything. Nothing.
A hard jerk on the leash drags me upward, but my legs give out, refusing to work. The large blue beast tugs me along, urging me to try to at least stay upright on my knees.
Stop being an embarrassment. Just take your assignment as it’s given to you. No other heifer is acting as you do right now.Over and over his words play in my mind as he comes around and loosens my bonds, allowing my arms the ability to move about for the first time in what feels like an eternity.
For a moment, I’m not sure what to do with my newfound freedom. Though I long to take a swing at the assholes abusing me, I can’t muster the strength. All I want to do is lie on the ground and seek out blessed sleep. That’s it. Just sleep. My life for a moment of peace and quiet.
The stranger seems to understand my need and gives me a few moments before tugging again. I can’t just lie here forever. Gritting my teeth, I crawl to my hands and knees and pause there, allowing my equilibrium to come back before forcing myself to my full height.
Big mistake. I should have just stayed on all fours. Gravity pulls down on my enormous balls, dragging a ragged groan from my lips. It’s as if everything weighs a ton. There’s no relief, no respite from the heaviness flitting through my veins.
Sleep. That’s all I’m begging for. Just a few moments of sleep. Why can’t they just grant me that? If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get anice cocktail of pills and alcohol. You know, something to let me slip back into oblivion.
Unfortunately, no one hears my silent plea. Instead, I’m dragged down a corridor with gates on either side. I recognize them as if they are the back of my hand. Cattle pens.
Though neither my Dad, my brothers, nor I have ever had a full herd of cattle, we had enough to keep pens like these on the farm. Maybe that’s what my brain is latching onto. Perhaps once I finally get out of this stupor, I should call him.
But then, it’s not as if he communicates with me. Bitter bile rises in my throat, threatening to choke me. None of this would be an issue if he’d just let me work the farm with them. They didn’t have to force me to pursue modeling. I guess that’s all I am though. Just one more pretty face to melt among the thousands.
The pen gate opens with an ominous squeak before the stranger tosses me in. Thankfully, it’s not hard enough for me to lose my balance completely. I catch myself on something that looks like hay and lower down to the ground. The odd grass is nothing like I’ve seen before.
Instead of the pale color straw usually has, this is lighter blue, almost like a mix of old faded jeans and turquoise. It’s also far softer than the scratchy hay I’m used to. It’s almost comforting and inviting.
Sweat beads at my forehead as I snuggle in a bit deeper, using the bundles to position myself to stop the pain. Right now, the worst of it is in my cock and balls. Again, I look down, my vision blurring as I note just how big they made me.
Unnatural.
Inhuman.
Just wrong.
Things were difficult enough with my length and girth. I never wanted to be any bigger than what I was. Why wouldmy subconscious do this to me? Never before have I dreamed anything like this. A soft groan vibrates around the gag as I shift about.
Why won’t this nightmare end?
Minutes drift by, and I find myself in this weird haze, a liminal space between dream awakeness and full sleep. I’m lulled by the heat settling over me like a comforting blanket, but still can’t find myself completely comfortable. Grunting, I turn over onto my back and stare at the angry tip of my cock.
Cum crusts the length of me from where I’ve leaked over and over again. Reaching down, I cup my enormous balls, but all it does is send shards of agony through my body, making me double over. I want to throw up, to scream out and lash out in any way possible, but I can’t.
I’ve experienced blue balls before. This is nothing like it. It’s like blue balls but on crack. The agony is relentless. Even as I stroke myself, each minute movement causes my already rock-solid balls to clench even tighter.
“You there. Bull. Hands down, or we will restrain you again.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. The pain is almost not even worth the pleasure I might find at the end. Still though, even when I instantly obey him, the blue fucker grabs my leash and jerks me forward.
Everything spins for a moment, sending renewed bile up my throat to hover at the back of my mouth. I’m going to be sick. I just know it.
