Chapter 26: The Night Pasture Awakens

[Very early on render]

It re-hit me, but more than normal, the reality of my situation looking for sensible explanations. As I walked with the crew out to call in the cows at 3 A.M. I knew I was probably doing something not shared by any other human on Planet Earth and maybe for very good and even more yet to be seen reasons. I had to wonder about the long term results of my amazing ejaculations, what, in time, it might do to my body. They promised I wouldn’t be hurt but what did they have to lose? I was mortal. They were not. I could easily be sacrificed with my very obvious over sized swinging penis.

[Another all nighter fucking one after the other and never running out]

I was told that my destiny, my job, a most serious responsibility, was to let five gorgeous female creatures fuck me, ever enduring, an unbelievable task for who knows how long. The purpose of this sex was not just earth moving in my mind but actually like Nature altering important. Sounds cool? I was worried sick - still uneasy about the future - trying not to be utterly freaked out. Would, could my life ever return to normal? Would I survive? What in the world was “normal” anymore? And the cold air on my penis, early morning, was a constant vivid reminder of my state of total bare-ass naked livestock, a dairy animal forever.

Intuition struck me. I was never again going to be what I was in my previous life. I was giant dick naked for keeps. Somehow I knew that. I was like aboriginal. NO, I was livestock. Nobody else was livestock. Nobody in high school was livestock. And the thought of being livestock in high school was most compelling. What if I had been “livestock” and accepted as such.

Livestock in Comparative Religion class: How would they have accepted me if I was ejaculating in class. Probably would have diapered me. I wouldn’t have liked that, or maybe okay if girls changed me, frequently, powdering me, hands on.

How I would have loved to be livestock cruising the halls between classes. I wonder how many girls would have felt compelled to pet me? Would I have like had an erection always? I could have rubbed it on so many girls just because it was out there rubbing my way down crowded hallways.

Now I knew what native people felt like, maybe, but I wondered if any native people were ever required to be livestock. Parts exposed didn’t seem to bother them much.

Things could be worse.

I learned to love the feeling of their hand messing in my butt crack, fingers moving around, their apparent excitement in their work, making my erection something hard to describe in words, yes, real hard in all regards. But how could I ever get used to a thing like that if I was a normal person? But I wasn’t normal, not anymore. I was programmed to think otherwise.

Yet I’d never given any forethought to having gorgeous deities stick their hands up through my anus simultaneously stroking my erection to make my level of passion go berserk with pleasure. Here I was enduring just that very thing more of the time than not. I was even required to walk around with an arm up my butt and that caused visitors some great level of anxiety.

Phew. That was a mind full to comprehend. For having just left parochial school days prior it was hard to make any comparisons to my condition now.

I could tingle just merely thinking about them doing all of that weird stuff to me.

My penis was getting really big, actually huge, and I didn’t know if it would ever stop growing. After a while it might get huge inside my pants, not able to be concealed. How would I go out in public back in the city world? Just let it hang out all the time? I’d have to get special pants with three legs.

As it brushed against my legs while walking to the night pasture I swore it was getting longer by the minute and thinking about it continually wasn’t going to make it shrink. Most likely I would never be allowed to wear clothes again. I was dairy stock with a penis too big to put clothes on unless it was a separate piece of clothing. Gloves, could be a glove, a special kind. I laughed thinking “fingerless glove” so my dick would poke through and dribble freely.

I had witnessed, before bed the previous night, my bunk mates seducing me while they taught me to ejaculate volumes of explosive pressurized Happy- mess gizem into them, on them and all over the place in increasing amounts while they loved it. And it didn’t seem to do anybody harm. The mess we made certainly didn’t bother them. Even though the action seemed so amazingly volatile and my involvement in this wondrous thing was strictly forbidden by all my school taught past life values I was being given power to sustain, even be cherished by my lovers. Surely those values were wrong but could they be so wrong? No human had ever experienced this before. I was being loved by supernatural goddesses. They were real - hands on. No religion had ever dealt with a thing like this, no rules appropriate.

But there was no debate in my former world-holy. What I was now part of was not tolerated even in some slight sense under unusual conditions. NO? It was totally forbidden to have sex with women before marriage - NADA. But I could stress the point that no teachers had ever mentioned explicitly fucking magical nymph goddesses was wrong. These deities had no uterus.

I didn’t believe for a moment the doctrines of the church had dealt with nymph goddesses like the sisters. Or, then again, possibly the whole act of sex, forbidden, was based on nymph outrageous sex after all. It might have really scared hierarchy at some point in ancient history. Had humans ever experienced the unearthly realm I shared with the four nymphs the previous night? I wouldn’t know but I didn’t need to know either. The experience simply changed me for good even though I had not the reasoning to understand it all. I was learning to lose my hatred, absolutely through the logic of unconditional love and a big long penis.

Maybe the Nymphs weren’t really - really real. But, I had to make a real value judgement apparently on my own. There were no authority figures at the dairy to rely on other than the nymphs, no dairy owner family members who seemed to care about my moral condition. They thought of me as breeder livestock, an animal after all, not even exactly human. I was valued strictly on the basis of my penis, my ejaculations, that’s it, just like the Holstein bull.

Even though I could talk and wore glasses it seemed to make no difference. I was probably expected to keep quiet and jack off in a jar during idle time.

I mean, make believe, if I had to ask my confessor, “Bless me father for I have sinned, maybe, kinda, but the circumstances are like totally unique? You aren’t going to believe this.”

Me: “Father McGillicutty, if I was put in a position to be required to have sex with five female like creatures who were not exactly of this earth would that be wrong, say, as in having sex before marriage times five with, let’s say, angels, and being required to do it a heck of a lot?”

McGillicutty: “It depends (guessing). The church doesn’t have an explicit doctrine discussing having sex with angels, aliens or non humans other than with animals, which is strictly forbidden. I’ll need more information. I assume these angel females are human type manifestations?”

Me: “I know you don’t believe me but they are exactly like human females except for their pointy ears and the fact they are supernatural goddesses, nymphs. They are just awesome with skin so smooth and soft and ... well they glow. They have breasts and special vaginas and everything else although I think maybe their vaginas are different, deeper, more powerful, and they don’t make babies but are designed merely to have sex while one of them has her hand inserted up inside my rectum to make my penis do stuff.”

McGillicutty: “OH! I~~~ s-e-e. Yes, that is difficult to believe. And why are you involved with these creatures? The church does not recognize any supernatural magical goddess nymphs outside of church jurisdiction. We cannot forgive the sins or condemn any individual who might be involved sexually with non humans outside of animals. Are you sure these individuals are actually what you claim, not angels but rather nymphs? Have you had any sex prior to marriage with humans to compare, to test your theory? And how would you manage to have, uh, a hand stretched through you anus?”

Me: “No, I’m a virgin but I have to believe it because I have been with them continually since I graduated from high school. They have taught me in detail how to give them pleasure, every imaginable way, and I’ve been having sex with them more often than meals. But I’m worried about my spiritual destiny. I’m sure they are not animals, common sorts that is, and they are supernatural. They’ve made my penis really big with their magic and I have the ability to create and ejaculate huge volumes of material they call Happy-mess gizem. No, before arriving at the dairy I was totally-utterly without knowledge of how to have sex. But now it is alarming as to how much sex I can have with them and the fact they, while being goddesses, are so overwhelmed with my orgasm output. Needless to say the situation could be considered perplexing, scary and awesome especially when they using my anus to intrude, make adjustments inside me so the sex is out of this world.”

I stand up naked and show Father my penis as proof.

McGillicutty: “Oh my!” It gives him pause and he reflects. “It seems I’m going to have to pray on this for a bit. The idea of you being able to do what you claim is beyond my experience. I may have to come along as a witness to be able to realize the scope of what you are describing. I may have to exorcise these females. As for forgiveness you should say 63 Our Father’s and 142 Hail Mary’s plus, for now, STOP HAVING SEX WITH THEM, amen. Until I get a chance to see it for myself you must abstain.”

Me: “I can’t stop having sex with them for fear I will be harmed. They are very insistent on my continuing playing with them, all the time, not stopping, one ejaculation after another because I am physically able to do it without taking a break. They are supernatural goddesses! Really and I don’t think it is a good idea to deny them what they want. I already know they can get pretty rough with me. I’m scared. They beat me up early on, new in their company. They are ferociously strong. They claim to need my orgasms as energy source to transition to a higher plane. I don’t know exactly what that means but I have to fill them with gizem using tremendous pressure. It really feels good. I’m not complaining about doing it but rather worried about my soul and there are rumors of others, males in the past who were murdered for not performing.”

McGillicutty: “I can’t absolve you of sins if you are determined to keep having sex with these creatures outside of marriage.”

Me: “It’s they who are determined to have sex with me. I’m just scared. Maybe I better marry them.”

McGillicutty: “You can’t marry multiple non-humans, non-faithful. You’re not even supposed to marry non-Catholics and polygamy is unlawful. You must save your soul, stay out of jail and stop this intercourse!”

(There is pause in the deep darkness of the confessional)

Me: “Father?”

McGillicutty: Now nervous, “YES!”

Me: “I think that in this instance, given the fact I’m being fucked by five absolutely gorgeous human like females who are supernatural goddesses, and I can’t believe how deliriously fulfilling orgasms can be with them, I’d rather have soapy fingers up my hole than hope in my soul. I guess I’m going to Hell after first being in Heaven. You may not be able to see me well enough through this screen to note I’m naked right now and have been required to remain that way because I’m considered just livestock.”

McGillicutty: “You must arrange for me to bear witness to your sinning. I may yet be able to save you my son.”

Me: “I don’t think, Father, you realize the scope of this matter in that if you came to witness the sex with these supernatural goddesses you’d probably end up -with your end up, not only bearing witness but baring your ass if they take a liking to you. They can’t be refused you see?

McGillicutty: “That’s simply a sacrifice I may have to make, that is, to save your soul. I’m ready and willing. The devil in me ... er, I mean, you, will be exorcised.”

Me: “Father McGillicutty, you likely will not have success exorcising these goddesses but your penis may get exercised a bit much, but we’ll see. You won’t believe the results.”

[A dream come true as I remember how much I always hated the concept of Confession as a kid in school]

At this point I again stand up in the confessional with my big erection poking into the screen between us. You can hear the kneeler creak as I get up. I turn by the screened window that separates as I swing my penis around like a big crane boom. In my dream I am naked of course exactly as I am on the dairy, the breeder livestock. Then Pool, kneeling on the seat, bends over as we commence to fuck doggie style.

Me: “Father McGillicutty!” He seems in a stupor.

McGillicutty: “Y-E-E-S-S-S?”

Me: “Will you please pull back the curtain?” (The curtain binds as it is reluctant to move and finally jumps open)

McGillicutty: “SWEET JESUS!! Just a moment. Let me get my hat. I’m right behind you. We’ll take my car, er, well, finish up there, uh, right behind her and then we’ll go.

While deep in day dreaming I was following Lilly, the boys, on the morning drill, trail to the night pasture. Suddenly they all stopped, turned around and Lilly walked back to me. “Oh dear” I thought. “What now?” “YOU NUT!” she said. “What?” I responded totally without any idea what was going on.

“Father McGillicutty, really!?” She hugged me real hard and then planted a big kiss on my lips. She let go of me and the boys all laughed at me. “You are silly”, said Virgil. Lilly squeezed even harder followed by general groping from all of them, shocking. “And if we weren’t in a hurry to get our girls for milking I’d jump you right here and do you maybe twice over in the mud. But that’s okay, I understand. You’re brain-washed, you peter-beater. It won’t save you now though. I’m going to have sex with you until you understand EVERYTHING and the cows do come home.

“Deep carnal knowledge is the wisdom out of your dilemma and fears my dear. You just keep fucking all the time, anywhere, everywhere. There are no reasons not to be fucking. You can fuck while you eat, you can fuck while you sleep, while you milk cows. There just isn’t any reason to stop. There’s always a vagina waiting for you.” So I told Lilly how I was fucked by Siza while we walked.

As we followed the cows back to the loafing shed I did as she said, anywhere, all the time. I put my penis in her and we fuck ‘n’ bumped together to the rhythm set by the guys. They loved it. We were quite a scene fucking and laughing along the trail going like a wheel barrow race.

After spending another night with the four sisters, while they applied adjustments to yours truly and tested the results, I would spend another day role playing as breeder stock during the daylight hours. I pondered my requirement to be as naked as the bull without his hair for coverage. In the daylight, sunshine, I’d be so vulnerable to gropers and onlookers. But there weren’t too many strangers hanging around the dairy as a rule, just delivery men and the vet, an occasional agent, rarely a woman. I got to know them all and eventually we would joke and share cracks about fucking, I mean breeding that is. A few, stopping by, would want to know how it was, me doing all the ladies as a breeder. It was like they kind of wished they were me. Always, they admired my penis especially if I had a hard on. How could they not?

I got used to being dirty and I didn’t have the tan I wished, maybe like Lilly’s. So I didn’t wash too much except for being wet during milking. I kind of felt better looking the part of livestock and not all clean. I did look the part. It gave me courage and my butt crack remained squeaky clean because of their probing so it kind of shined compared to the rest of my dirty butt, kind of like livestock.

“That penis is really something,” said one delivery guy. We both stared at my erection, a very good and big one and I agreed with him as I stroked it. “Do you get paid working here?” “Oh yeah,” I replied. “And I mean in cash, aside from the benefits of being livestock.” “Did you apply for this job?” “Sort of. I didn’t know I was being hired as livestock though. My dad got me this job with connections he has in agriculture.” “Wow, I wouldn’t mind spending a summer doing what you’re doing.” “Well, ask that new extension agent if any jobs like this are available.” “Cool, I will. It must be really something having a big penis like yours.” “Yeah but better than that it’s really cool having so many gals to stick it in. Right? What do you think?” The delivery guy got embarrassed pondering that. “HO! Geez. YEAH. So many females to fuck. That’s outrageous! I would do it for no pay!”

[And it did grow messy immense whenever Lilly liked to really mess with me]

So, I guessed I had no choice but to do what I was expected to do. That kind of took some of the responsibility for being naked off my shoulders. But still. I WAS naked, the only guy around who was, and if it hadn’t been for the sister’s glorious sex over and over again, well...

But really, I was called to duty day and night and I could sensibly argue being naked all the time appropriate even if the viewer was at first shocked. I took it upon myself to explain me to everyone I encountered steering the conversation around to why I was naked, looking like I did. Eventually few were not impressed with my rational and they would go away in a better mood having watched dirty livestock me stroking and dribbling as we talked. “It’s just a job somebody has to do.”

Lilly loved my condition, so easy to get her hands on my parts what seemed more of the time than not. She towed me around squeezing my erection in her grip as much as she possibly could and most surely as we encountered visitors at the dairy. We had become a more common sight around the place, the two of us attached with my linker acting like the tongue of her little trailer. I worried eventually she might make callouses on my penis from so much recreational handling but they had their oh so convenient magic to help avoid such troubles. They knew I couldn’t be damaged with a sore penis if they were to accomplish their goals.

There were times when I felt some of the boys had it in their challenged minds to also get a hands on my privates. Anytime any seemed to be pondering idea I let them know my penis and parts were off limits. “I belong to Lilly and she’s the ONLY one allowed to touch me that way. Look at me. I almost never touch my parts myself (which was not true). You have your own penis to play with.”

I think it was curiosity driving them to consider that and not something sexual. My penis was probably like a weapon in their minds. Its performance had scared them. They honored the appendage as kind of supernatural and for that matter so did I. I certainly didn’t ever want to get hit by an explosive sploodge coming out of that thing. And yet with all that they still got aroused to handle me especially if I was in the midst of fucking Lilly, really passionate, didn’t have the presence of mind to expel them and they could surround me to their probing.

We milked the cows and the weather was warm so the water felt good all over me and Lilly delighted in making sure no part of me was dry. She took great pleasure in washing me down, a hands on experience.

As she was busy hosing around while I was bent over washing teats the son and a stranger arrived to inspect the morning milking. The new guy was well dressed, suit and tie, and carried a somewhat official air about him. I just remained bent over dripping as Lilly was washing my ass very methodically doing her favorite fingers intrusions with the usual screw-twisting action. “Oh great”, I muttered as I acknowledged another new stranger coming to survey my glaring anus with Lilly’s hand digging in deeper. “Oh well... , my summer job.”

I remained dumb acting like my status demanded and Lilly kept playing her hand in, twist-sliding, not stopping just because a stranger had arrived. I was surely wishing she would not do it in front of other people but it was getting easier to act my part, being quiet, avoiding eye contact, just livestock with juicy gizem squirting.

At least I had the crazy ejaculating feeling to bolster me.

The son eyed Lilly’s work with interest, craning his neck around to see better, and asked the stranger if he’d heard how my performance was coming along. The stranger said, “Yes”, he had heard it was to Lilly’s credit. I was amazed a new comer knew anything about me. “Well, Lilly was preparing him to take a semen sample outside as I was getting ready to take the tractor out and spread manure. That son of bitch went off before she could get a container ready to catch some and I was wearing semen from head to toe. You should have seen it! It was absolutely amazing! All of that crap shooting out, it actually knocked me on my ass and Lilly says he’s just going to get better and better with use. I can’t imagine it. We seem already to have a bit of a reputation building about the performance. I wish we had more livestock like him.”

The son slapped me on the ass and I tried not to respond like I was a dumb beast. He wiped his hand on his pants and then they both looked my anus over real close as Lilly did her twisting hand thing up inside. She pulled me back up, crooked, standing and my erection did tricks sticking out, got longer. I kept my face away from their direction because I could feel the heat of redness swelling with embarrassment. The stranger grunted some kind of approval as Lilly pulled me around by my erection so I had to face the two men and she stroked rather vigorously to impress them, both her hands working in concert.

Gizem, just starting to come, splattered around a bit and was flinging close to getting on them so the guy backed off in a hurry. Then he and the son worked their way down through the stanchions to exit the small door at the other end without saying another word I could hear. I felt a bit disappointed they hadn’t voiced more amazement having witnessed my performance. I knew the guy had never seen anything like it before. I should have had a big orgasm right on them but I knew the son was already really leery.

“Oh, Lilly!”, called out the son before they left. “That extension agent says he’d like to bring some people out to take a look at your sire in the near future. He’s really interested in perhaps buying our services to do some breeding, to try to create a new line. Just so’s you know. Oh, and this gentleman is from the local TV station I used to work for. They are interested in doing a local interest story for their nightly TV evening magazine show.”

They were gone and I needed to talk to Lilly. “Do you know what they would intend to breed me with? I can’t imagine it but are they intending to make me service a cow or something and maybe do it on TV? I’m worried. The whole scenario of those dopes thinking I could fuck farm animals and get results? And what if people recognized me on TV one hundred miles from home, naked with a huge erection - fucking a cow!”

I didn’t think my parochial tuned conscience could ever get over making love to animals. There’s just no way. I’d have to run away for sure. “I could be thrown in jail if caught fucking a cow. And besides, I don’t even make real sperm! It’s stupid for them to even try.” Lilly and the boys all turned to look at me, questioningly, kind of a “so what” kind of look. “Oh, never mind!”, I replied to my own sentiments. “Jesus!” I didn’t think I’d ever get the answer I needed.

But Lilly made me believe I didn’t have to worry about weirdness like that by repeating, “We just have to lead them along until our work is finished. You can feel confident you will never be having sex with animals. You are only going to have an awful lot of sex with my sisters and I. We’re not going to share you with cows or the like.”

“I don’t understand why the TV guy didn’t see anything strange about a naked guy wearing glasses milking cows while you had your arm through my anus. He didn’t seem to think it was the least unusual. Lilly? It makes no sense. How could they put that on TV?”

And yet I knew farming and animal culture was about four legged creatures fucking as if it was okay, business as usual. People just accepted that while they abhorred talk about people doing the same thing.

I gave up questioning her about the son and I asked her about what the four sisters had taught me to do while milking with them. “I stand behind them one at a time and we fuck while they milk. I am the assistant. I just put my penis in all the way and stand there locked in with very little movement and it feels so good. They seem to be doing something internally I guess. It feels wonderful and I have my orgasm, then move on to the next. It takes no time at all. I can do it continually and I DO, on and on and on. I’m getting pretty good and sustaining by keeping me inserted the entire orgasm. It’s getting better and better with practice. I really hang on. I anticipate the dynamics and balance the energy, kind of between surges. There sure is a lot of energy happening. Those are my general service ejaculations and not the huge test explosive kind.”

When I told her she quickly pulled off her clothes and we commenced to do the same. The boys were thrilled and calling out cheers as soon as we started. They got to watch us fuck while they milked and they acted like it was a dream come true. They moved from cow to cow in their work and stopped by to study my penis barely going in and out as Lilly also commenced to do that magic with her vagina. She already knew what that, of course, was all about.

[And I asked Lilly why it never ever bothered her when people watched as she fucked me, she so passionate with her expressions and vocal response]

Lilly talked the entire time while I stood there, just slowly pushing in and pulling out in the squeeze of the magic vacuum as juicy gizem babbled in the flutter of her vagina. I caressed her breasts as she milked her cow and she created the wonderful drag on my penis.

That tug made me crazy with passion. It worked out quite well. Then she turned around and put lots of soap all over the front of me. She squeezed both legs around my waist, arms around my neck and jacked in and out on my erection as I played with her bottom. With all that soap it was just heavenly slimy and I ran my fingers all through her butt crack feeling that spot which normally would have been her anus.

“They do this with their vaginas like you do, like a vibration and crazy undulation. It’s amazing. I have an orgasm really quickly and it’s why I can ejaculate so many times no delay. We sure get a lot of fucking done and I love it so. I’m not afraid anymore.”

I started feeling funny. I warned Lilly how she felt so good I was likely to have an extra intense orgasm. She didn’t seem to care. She just kept doing it and ever so tantalizing-vibrating. I warned her again and the body reactions were enthralling, the same old pre-climax building I recognized so well. “Lilly,” I panted, “it’s going to go off pretty quick!” “Good!”, she responded.