Day of reckoning

Day of Reckoning.

by stallun.

I had been working on a cattle ranch in Eastern Oregon for the last half of the summer last year when I ,rather unfortunatley, became aware of certain rustic rituals and rites.

I was sort of the "new guy" on a large and profitable beef-cattle ranch which regularly provided hundreds of head of feeder steers to corporate feedlots.I was.however, related to the owner of the ranch and so had come by my job through family influence and connection.

Needless to say this fact had become common knowledge on the ranch and among the core of hard working hired hands that worked there on a year-round basis.I was routinely subjected to ongoing teasing and ridicule from the employees of the 3-bar -B ranch.

What I never realized was that I would become deeply and intimately involved in a rather rustic, and ancient ritual that i wish I never had been.

My duties during the summer were the lowest that one can imagine.I was responsible for cleaning of the stalls of the several large barns in which the livestock was housed.I spent most of my work-day hosing out stalls.

Summer progressed toward fall.I also was responsible for mamageing the ever growing herd of yearling calves.I made sure that they were first seperated from their mothers and that the bull-calves were kept seperate from the heiffers.

In early September I was made to assist in the busiest aspect of of the ranch.Traditionally the fallis associated with the sort of stereotypical idea of the "roundup".

This referred to the annual process of seperating the calves , documenting them and processing them for their ultimate fate ;that of becoming feeder steers.

The round up consisted of several long hot days of herding hundreds of yearling calves into holding pens and then to process them in the manner long ago established.

The calves would be dealt with , one at a time.Each head would be roped, ear tagged and branded with the ranches brand.

It also meant that each and every one of the calves that had been born male had to undergo the ultimate indignaty of being castrated as well.

I was deep in the process and was responsible for transforming scores of bawling bull-calves into crying feeder steers.I waould wait as each calf was brought out of the pen, hog-tied and held down by the more massive hired hands. I then had the rather unpleasant task of using a razor sharp custon knife to slit open the scrotum of each hapless baby calf,squeeze out his testicles and snip then off.This was done as the calf was ear tagged with a triangular yellow plastic tag and branded with a red hot iron at the same time.

This process dragged on for days. I seemed to spend hours in castrating helpless baby calves , hearing there plaintive crys and seeing them go from potential masculine bulls to helpless steers.

During those few days I was actually tormented by what I saw> Initially I thought nothing about what I was doing.After the first day however ,after falling into my hard bunk I was troubled by very vivid and rather erotic dreams.

That night I dreamt that I was standind near the holding pen where we had been castrating the calves. I was there standind slightly behind the line of the days calves.I realized suddenly that as I stood there that I was absolutly stark ass naked! I stood there , at the back of a line af calves,an as the line progressed I suddenly realized that I was there among the calves ,not as myself but rather one of them!

With a sickening realization I discovered that I was in the line of calves who were heading to processing point.I was secretly thrilled as I got a huge erection.

I watched in horror as the calf aheads of me was taken out of the chute and dragged awy bawling like a baby.

I looked at the "cowboys".In a quick sinking moment I realized that the "hired hands" were not the usual group of burly men I had been workiong with all along , but rather were anthropomorphic versions of cattle! I watched as big burly muscled , two-legged bulls stood before me.

They towerd over me as the gate crashed open.They eyed me with evil glaring eyes.I was reminded of the mythological Minotaurs .They were all sleek , and basically nude themselves, massively muscled and standing upright.I gasped in awe as I glanced between the massive muscled thighs and saw huge, raw red shiny penises and giant swollen testicles.

Two of the huge,powerful avatars standing beside the gate reached down and grabbed me.Each one of them took an arm and a leg.I was immobilized , helpless.

I was quickly and efficently hauled to the very familiar looking floor of the corral.

I a flash I realized I was about to have done to me what I had been doing to the helpless baby bull-calves all day long!

I was horrified.I screamed like a hog about to be butchered,yet deep inside I was very secretly and profoundly thrilled and aroused! I realized that I was extremely turned on by the whole situation.My penis throbbed and ached. I was almost panting.I had an erection the hardness of which almost embarresed me!

The two bull-beings dragged me very harshly to the center of the corral.I was thrown to my back.One of them kneeled on my upper body,pinning my shoulders and arms to the ground.

He then reached down and roughly grabbed my ankles and proceeded to pull them upward back toward him and my shoulders.He forced my feet up toward my head.My rump was oof the ground.My naked groin was exposed , I was totally helpless.

The other bull-being had moved around to my crotch area and kneeled there.His huge powerful legs were on either side of my outer thighs. I was totally pinned .

I looked down , toward my groin area.,My penis and scrotum were totally exposed and helpless.I was at this beings mercy.

I watched in horror as the bull, with strange human-like hands, produced a bright shiny object.I gasped as I realized it was a razor scalpel!

He reached out with his free hand and quickly and firmly grasped my scrotum directly underneath my penis.With a vise-like grip he began squeezing my big hanging sack.As he squeezed he moved his hand deftly downward trapping my testicles.

The bull-being squeezed harder and harder forcing my poor tortured balls down and tight in my scrotum.

In a moment he held a shiny purlpe,fleshy orb in his hand.My balls were taut against the thin skin of my sack.

With a quick , deft movement he made a cut.The slit was simil;ar to the one I had used on the calves.An inch and a half , through the outer skin of my scrotum.I yelped in pain.

Yet I watched with fascination.Iwas being castrated!

The bull squeezed harder and I watched in horror as a pink, wet orb popped out of the slit in my drum-tight ball sack.The bull-being grabbed my testicle and pulled it out and away.

I watched nearly delerious as a thick grrey and red cord extended out of the slit.With a deft snap of the wrist he yanked my left ball out and down.The cord snapped like a rubber band and retreated into my abdomen.

I watched in shock as he tossed the dead pink testicle into a bucket nearby.

With a quick slice he repeated the process on the right side of my scrotum.He reached down and grasped my last ball and with a quick snap I was castrated!

As I watched feeling like I had been kicked in the stomach I realized that I had ejaculated a huge (and final!) load of semen.I looked at the massive and powerful bull-being who stood over me.He seemed to be grinning! And all around stood dozens of calves , they seemed to be watching and almost ...laughing?

"just wait" I heard the bull-being rumble "you know what happens to STEERS!"

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