Chapter 35: Dehorning

[STILL A REAL BREEDER LIVESTOCK... ]

The son told us we had to get the heifers dehorned before we got involved in haying season. There were about two dozen young year-olds that had their horns and it was the normal practice to remove those before they got long and presented a hazard in possible damage, goring, inflicted on each other or other animals, even humans.

Dehorning was accomplished using a huge pair of what reminded me of big bolt cutters, dropped down on to the base of the horn, at the head. The handles, quickly pulled closed, sheered off the horn. The process required the use of a squeeze chute attached to the end of the feed bins that allowed the crew to run a heifer in, squeeze from the side to lock the animal in place and then release after dehorning was completed. That squeeze chute was just adjacent to the bull pen which turned out to be a rather precarious location.

A crew would be assembled to perform the annual routine, a local veterinarian, his assistant and the son plus the extension agent, maybe more, to sort and push the heifers into a corral. The son told me, “You be available” and I was quite leery of showing up naked with my new tattoo, bald, more strangers in the midst to look at naked me. But the son insisted and he didn’t care about any newcomer reactions. He probably thought it was a funny kind of torture to put me through and I knew he wouldn’t explain anything to anybody, that they would probably be shocked to see a dirty strange naked guy in my condition standing around with a constant erection.

“Welcome to the strangest dairy on earth.”

The son had invited the extension agent over to discuss other things and as long as he was there he brought along a couple of his assistants, AG college students, to watch the dehorning. I suspected something, had a weird feeling about this whole affair and the agent’s assumed assistants were two girls maybe just a little older than I. I guessed they were bound to be quite curious about me.

“No shit,” I thought to myself.

The son told me this annual procedure really upset the milking sisters. He said they would probably disappear for a few days and he didn’t understand whether this was their protest or was something else. “But we’ll pay for it,” he said. “You and I are going to be working hard in their absence. Stupid bitches!”

That news was a shock. I had to think about being alone with the son and no support from my lovers. I so wished Lilly was with me at that very moment. Why did the sisters disappear? I had a good idea but I felt kind of sick.

At least it was a nice day. The crew and others were assembled out at the corner of the loafing barn adjacent to the bull pen at the one end of the feed bins. The son had run the tractor to scrape down the manure off the concrete course, to make a somewhat juicy clean slate to start with. It didn’t help the smell but dairy help were used to it.

As I walked out following the son’s orders I felt the eyes of others surveying me. There were no comments and I ignored people not making any eye contact. I was really self conscious about my penis sticking out and I tried not to make it bounce. I wondered if I heard somebody laughing under their breath. One guy sneezed and that made me jump.

I stood still as the heifers were routed into the stanchion leading to the chute. Each one was held in place, squeezed from the sides one by one while the horns were cut off. I didn’t want to gather too much attention from the visitors or the vet but had to stand ready in case a heifer got loose. I came around behind the feed bins, managed to move back closer to the bull pen and tried to remain quiet as I noted interested looks in my direction from those two AG. students. They got busy helping and that caused them to move up close alongside me from both sides.

Again I noted their glances at me as they perused me all over but mostly down low in front. I didn’t acknowledge their interest but felt clammy in the midst of their prying eyes. This was a situation I would have really preferred to avoid. They kept looking around me at one another and smiling.

I wondered how they would feel if they were also naked.

The noise from the dehorning got the focus of all watching. It must have been an excruciatingly painful experience for the heifers because they would scream a high pitched bawl when the first horn was cut off usually causing an artery that fed the base of the horn to squirt blood. The veterinarian was standing by with some black goo I assumed to be an antibiotic. This was applied to the large hole left at the horn base using a great big piece of cotton swab. Then the other horn would be cut off.

But the heifer would not be nearly as cooperative this time, lots of shaking, and the chute would rattle and bang causing the bull, in his nearby pen, to get very aroused once he started smelling the blood from the arteries. These guys were fucking with his women, after all.

The bull had recently been in the leased fields fucking these young ladies and now they were in trouble. I thought about how I’d feel if Betty had been attacked like that, what would I do. The bull, the heifers, Betty and I had all been out there getting with the sex alongside one another. I loved thinking about her. Dang, I got a real BIG hard on curling up.

By impulse I let out a low groan because I felt for the heifers in their anguish and one of the girls made eye contact with me. I felt embarrassed but she smiled and then looked away. I noted she looked at the other girl and they both smiled at each other again noting my penis aroused, sticking out, curling up, even moving. I bet myself it was rare for them to be standing next to a naked guy at any other dairy, an ID tattoo on his bald head with a giant erection to boot.

I kept my gaze away from them mostly but somehow not being as embarrassed about my penis probe as I should have been. They were obviously quite interested. No sense of mocking me was coming from their interest.

When the horns were removed the heifer was branded with the hot iron applied and that caused more bawling before she was let go into a side pen for holding. Dazed and startled she would skitter about on the wet concrete sliding on her hooves in the new poop, juice and the blood. Some fell down and overall it was a horrible sight as all the blood and manure splatter spread further around with each consecutive dehorning. It was like stinky carnage, piss and moan.

I wondered if the girls thought I got an erection because of all the blood. I hoped not. That was certainly not what I got aroused about. I hated that. I was dying to explain myself to them but I thought better of that so I put my hand to my mouth and just looked down.

After a couple of heifers passed through the chute and there was plenty of blood around the bull started getting more upset which was understandable. I wondered immediately why the squeeze chute was used in its present location for this procedure and not placed somewhere else out of the bull’s range. This seemed entirely dangerous as the bull started pushing the pen and testing the ability of the great timbers to hold him and that was right next to where I was standing, now surrounded with creaking wood. I was so nervous and I wondered how the girls felt about that.

As they progressed with the dehorning the bull got wilder, aroused by the smell of more blood and the cries coming from the heifers. He got more distressed. I got really nervous standing even in my background position away from the crew. The two assistants and I were closer to him, right next to the timbers that held him in.

I could hear the strain on those beams and they weren’t sounding too good. My thoughts were of the local vet and his son who had recently been killed. The entire event left me feeling pretty unsettled and really sad for the heifers although I did understand the point of not wanting them to hurt the other cows or each other. Nature would not be allowed to run its course, survival of the fittest.

I felt compelled to turn to my right and left to keep an eye on that bull so close and when I turned my ever more erect penis got the attention of the girls on either side of me. They had actually moved closer to me perhaps feeling the need for protection but then stepped back quickly probably to avoid my penis although it wasn’t quite that long. That was kind of embarrassing and I avoided eye contact. I stopped moving around too. I had to wonder what a stiff erection meant to them and I assumed “danger”, a possible impregnation probe on the loose. As nervous as I was that made me chuckle to myself. They didn’t know how safe I was.

As the heifers were almost done processing I heard a voice off to my left side. “There he is.” I turned that direction and close in front of me stood the ugly extension agent. His assistants, the girls, both looked up at him as well. He motioned for them to step forward to where he was standing as they turned around to focus on me. Both of them were now staring down at my penis from close range.

“This breeder is a great prospect,” said the agent. “I want you to take note of his condition and I wonder where his trainer is now? I’d like to have him worked up, demoed for your benefit. She puts her whole hand twisting up through his anus and the results are really, really worth noting. It would remind you of pulling a calf but in this instance it’s a male breeder and they’re using his rectum for some kind of adjustments to make his output extreme. I saw it done. Sounds strange but it really works. You should see it.”

The girls looked at each other with astonished responses to the agent’s words and then fixed me in their gaze as he walked over to the son’s side and asked him something. They stood close facing me and looked at each other, kind of smiled and then returned focus on me. One girls was kind of squeezing, rubbing her wrist perhaps imagining an arm up in my anus which had to be a bit hard to believe. Frankly this was kind of funny so I gripped my erection with one hand to see if their response would follow my gesture and they looked back at my gaze. We seemed to be communicating.

The son looked over at me and gestured something that made the agent look disappointed so he walked back to where we were standing. “Unfortunately his trainer isn’t here. Maybe you’ll get to see him demoed another time soon. The results are amazing and you need to see how that works. His trainer uses her fingers up inside his anus and she makes him become a pretty incredible breeding sire, most unusual. Even more so than what you see now.”

[Little did they know what the future held for them -- what doubts could there possibly be that they wouldn’t get involved with me on another level, demoed personally]

The girls just stayed where they were, now more curious having heard the agent’s description of me, reinforcing what he’d said before about my anus.

They then kept looking at me, then looking at each other. With a real questioning look responding to his description about my anus they both appeared worried but curious.

I followed their eyes lower, down on me, and mimicked their penis fixation then raised my eyes slowly. They mimicked me and again looked me in the eye. I think they both blushed a little. I didn’t make any expression at all playing my dumb animal routine. I felt I wasn’t about to be embarrassed this time but found it interesting they seemed a little blushed looking at a plain old two legged livestock with a bigger than normal penis, way bigger.

The agent led the girls closer in front of me, reached over and took hold of my shoulder and turned me around and then around again. I complied, didn’t fight it. I was not sure exactly how to act without Lilly around to help. Then I got nervous and started to feel pretty self conscious. The agent pushed on my back and so I bent over just a little bit with my butt facing the girls. I felt what I assumed was his reach into my ass crack and I really got a lot more nervous, moved away from him a little bit. The agent pushed on me to bend over further and I felt reach through hands squeezing my testicles but they were gentle. I worried more.

Just then the son called to me and I straightened up to give him my full attention and hoped the dumb agent would forget about whatever he had in mind because I didn’t want some strange guy to stick his fingers up my butt.

The son signaled for me to come over and I gladly did immediately.

I walked over to him as he said, “We’re done with the heifers. Get in the squeeze chute. I need you in there. Walk up to the end there for me.” I looked at him curiously but complied as he gave me a silly grin. I didn’t want to go back and stand by the agent to possibly get his hand stuck into my anus in front of those girls so I climbed up over the fence and jumped down into the chute.

It was extremely gross in there with all the blood and cow manure, pee, who knows what. Some still felt warm on my bare feet. I tried to ignore that as much as I could so I wouldn’t get sick or anything. Except for the blood it was really no different than the milking parlor. The son motioned for me go forward and gave me a shove on the shoulder. I went as far as I could and looked back at him for approval.

He approached around the front of the chute, closer, still smiling and suddenly he grabbed the chute release to force it to squeeze in on me as he reached in, pushed down on the top of my head bringing it forward so I fell to my knees in all the poop. I couldn’t figure out what he had in mind. He was such a big dip.

I was getting stuck in there. He was really bearing down with pressure. It hurt. I started to panic after my mind questioned, “What the heck...” He pushed down on me again as he, for just a moment, released on the chute and I thought I was going to get free but he forced me further down. I slipped in all the goo and fell flat spread out on my stomach in all that slime as I raised my head to keep from face planting in the mess. I quickly scurried up back on my knees as the chute gate squeezed with a slam in on me, grabbed me on both sides of my neck. I tried to look back the other way and there was the vet’s assistant approaching me with the white-red hot glowing branding iron. My mind went into a seizure of “what the... , NO-o-o-O!”

“Go ahead,” said the son. “This son of a bitch is MINE.” The branding iron was instantly pushed against my left butt cheek screaming greasy hot. The pain was just slippery sudden and then beyond mind numbing pain burning. I yelled out but heard nothing as the flash of fright, searing flesh and pain took my mind away. And it was over, not quick, and it seemed like forever.

The pain screamed on, got worse, a changing different kind of biting pain. I saw red, white, and a number of colors in my mind and then the chute opened. I smelled burned skin that was mine, an awful smell and I just fell forward from my knees. I landed on the ground, splat in all the fresh heifer manure and blood. I was disbelieving and bewildered, burned crazily, glasses knocked off. I couldn’t fathom being branded like cattle, like some dumb beast. I wanted somebody to call the police. First it was the damned tattoo and now this. The son was a brutal thug, a criminal.

There was some commotion and then suddenly I felt people grabbing under my arms and lifting me to my feet. I was blurry with pain as somebody started dragging me along across the concrete. It was the agent and his two assistants, onward. Then, suddenly, lots of talking from the agent that made no sense. I was thrown into the watering trough. The cold of spring water in the trough shocked me awake and the pain of the branding faded almost away just for the moment. Someone had my glasses, I hoped to save them as I went under water and I was pushed down for a bit but not quite long enough to suspect or react to drowning. My thought process just stopped momentarily.

I came up sputtering and again the hands held my head up but kept the rest of me in the frigid water until I started to turn numb. The hands were rubbing me all over and I didn’t fight. I had no fight left. Hands continued to rub all over my body. I didn’t care. They were probably washing the manure and blood off of me but there were spots other than the burn hurting quite a lot.

Then people grabbed under my arms, lifted me up and I stood in the water as hands wiped me down and rinsed me with more cold water. I was freezing, dripping as the pain of the branding came back but not quite as bad although really stinging, a more focusing bite. I couldn’t see well but I was aware I was being surrounded by the people who were both helping and observing the dehorning. I half folded over in pain, surprised and completely forsaken in what had just happened. I was branded for life. I was scarred certainly to include mentally. This wasn’t something that ever happened to my black and white TV cowboy heroes.

I jerked at the sudden loud voice that seemed like it was shouting in my ear. “That’s what I recommended to these folks to safeguard their investment,” the agent explained to the two assistant girls. “This breeder is far too valuable to take a risk on getting rustled, stolen or lost. The brand is permanent. If you haven’t been around branding before I suggest you get involved again to understand the process and especially the law. Now examine him good and then we’ll be on our way. I have to find the owner and talk to him for a bit. Make sure that you give this animal a clean bill of health, antibiotics before your finished and do whatever in your estimation is necessary to ensure against infection.”

I was pulled out of the trough and the two girls led me off into the dark shadows of the loafing shed, around the corner and away from the rest. I didn’t care where they were taking me as long as it was away from the bastard son and that fucking agent. I just wanted to go hide somewhere and suffer alone. I hated myself for letting this happen and where were my nymphs!

They led me around into one of the small stalls that wasn’t being used and then just stood and looked at me. I leaned against the wall of the stall and bent over, kept any pressure away from my burned butt. One of them reached up and turned on the light overhead. The other girl took my glasses out of her pocket and I worried about what she was going to do with them. But then she started cleaning them with her shirt. “Do you understand me?”

“Of course I do,” I said in a very quiet voice. She handed me my glasses and I put them on. Both of them, I thought, were attractive and they seemed kind and concerned about me. “Why do they consider you breeding livestock, like some animal?” “I don’t really know for sure but I’ve been told by Lilly they are just stupid and that their minds are being toyed with. I supposed I shouldn’t have told you that but please keep it to yourself. Do you know Lilly or any of the sisters?”

“N-o-o-o,” came the kind of questioning and interested reply. “We do know Betty though and she has told us all about you.” “Oh Betty, REALLY? Oooh! OH, I miss her a lot. Betty is really sweet. I love her.” I started to cry given the entire situation. “I’m vry sorry.” I looked at them both and they truly seemed sincere. “We really shared some good times together. She’s so smart.”

They both seemed very pleased anticipating my answer. “Yes, she’s in love with you too. We, uhm, heard about you two while you watched the heifers.” They both smiled at each other, perhaps a little embarrassed but very pleased. “She explained everything in detail.”

Just for a moment the thought of Betty took some of the stingy bite out of my burn. I didn’t mind they both knew about my having sex with their friend. I loved Betty so much and these two seemed interested in that fact. They both paid a lot of attention to my penis and it was happy pronging up tight as if it was showing off for them.

One of the girls approached me with a concerned look on her face, held me by my arms from the front. She hesitantly reached up and put a hand on my cheek and held it there. With eyes closed I kind of cuddled it warm. She seemed to have some sense of sympathy for my condition as I fought and shook back tears again. If I wasn’t so mad and upset with the son I might have broken down in sobs as the tears ran down my cheeks.

The other girl took some things out of her bag and went around behind me as she also held my arm gently. “I’m going to treat your burn now. Hold still.”

“Betty told us about you,” continued the girl in front. “She had some really interesting things to say and I guess the two of you had some pretty good times together?” The girl working on my burn giggled. “Did she really go into detail,” I asked. They giggled some more and I took that as a “yes”. “Betty was just awesome,” I sighed. “She’s so beautiful. She was so sure of herself and she knows the sisters. She was really something wonderful. I mean, can I be honest? She fucked me for like hours and it was heaven.”

One of them put something on the burn and it was pretty touchy but she was being very careful. “I’m putting something on that will exclude the air for a while and then I will give you a shot to ease the pain. You need to keep putting this salve on until the burn gets a chance to heal. You do-NOT-want this to get infected.” “Are you a doctor?” “I’m a graduate student vet. Don’t worry I can treat this just fine. We’re supposed to examine you to make sure that you are okay. They don’t want to lose their investment. Burns are one of the most difficult injuries to treat especially on cattle, for instance.”

She kind of laughed, scoffed after the last word of her statement and I understood that they didn’t consider me just livestock. The first girl who approached me from the front said, “Uhm, do you mind if I take a look at your reproductive organs?” In asking she looked at me with some trepidation. “The agent thinks that we need to focus on your breeding capacity. It seems really, really important to him.”

My burn hurt really bad and I didn’t have any inhibitions at the moment. I just wanted the pain to go away. “You want to examine my penis and balls? Oh, it’s okay. Everybody seems to be interested in my penis and the extension agent is really greedy.”

She smiled at me and got close, knelt down to looked it over finally lifting it up more. She turned it this way and that. With one hand she held on to it, holding it to the side, and with the other slipped fingers up behind each side of my scrotum, lifted and examined my balls one at a time pressing on them thoroughly. She was intent on something, I didn’t know for sure what but she was very careful in squeezing things and examining all several times over. “You are very healthy,” she said. “You’re very nice,” I said. “I really hurt but it’s nice what you are doing.”

She pulled closer a bucket of water and with cupped hands started to wash my crotch quite thoroughly gesturing for me to change my stance, legs wider. Luckily the water wasn’t freezing cold like the watering trough. “Breeding stock, hmmmm. I could tell you a long story about their investment,” I grumbled as I peered down at her and the top side of my penis. She, in washing my penis, milked it out by the tip, rinsing it and it immediately started to get more aroused. “I can’t believe they branded me. Are you a vet too,” I asked. “I’m an ag economist,” she said. “That’s interesting,” I thought out-loud. “I wondered what I’m worth.”

She looked at the other girl who was still working on my burn and she winked at her. “Listen, can we ask you a question?” She said it with a lilt in her voice which seemed a bit nervous. “Of course.” “Betty explained something to us about you. She said she, please don’t take offense but we are just really interested, that she stuck her fingers up into your anus and massaged the back side of your penis, the prostate region. Is that right?”

Her tone was very, very inquisitive but nervous, almost overly so. I was surprised, to say the least, that they would be so bold but also understood Betty’s being able to tell them about that. I worried maybe Betty was going to tell a lot of people about her fingers in my anus. “Ye-e-e-s, she learned that from the sisters who milk here.” “Really!?” “Yup. Apparently she has known all the sisters since she was a little girl.” “The Sisters ... We’ve never heard anything about the sisters.” “Betty can tell you lots more about them I’m sure,” I responded. “They are rather different, to say the least, and they are incredibly beautiful.” “Well... , how does that work?,” asked the other girl. “That’s pretty amazing sounding,” chimed in the girl who was holding my penis as it began to get even stiffer because the subject at hand was about my lovers.

The two students looked at each other with a new kind of recognition as my penis was on the rise.

I studied the two of them for a moment wondering about their inquisitiveness, reasons for their interest in me. They seemed honest enough and they were students. “The sisters use me to service them; you know, they all fuck me.” I stopped talking and watched their eyes for a shocked response. “We do that almost constantly and even most nights all night. We do it while we milk the herd, each of them in front of me while I tend to them from behind and they tend to their cow. It’s a two hundred head milking herd.”

I figured the news about me fucking 200 times a big number and twice a day might really interest them.

Both girls looked a little astonished but still interested so I kept going. “Okay? You want me to go on?” I figured they might not want to hear anymore. “Please, yes. It’s important to us. The fact you can do that without stopping is quite astonishing. Are you saying you have the output to keep up? We don’t know of any animal able to do that.”

“Okay. The sisters use their fingers, actually hands, slipped up through my anus while one of them fucks me and their finger work makes my penis get longer and do all kinds of movements up in their vaginas. It’s pretty bizarre looking to see their stomachs moving around viewing from outside. It drives them into a tremendous state of passion as if they are in a different realm. I know this all sounds like out of this world but I’m new to it too. However, it really works. They are quite extraordinary in making this all work without hurting me.”

I studied both of them for a moment trying to sense their genuineness but talking about the nymphs was making my penis stiffer and longer. I worried about frightening my new friends. “Wow,” spoke the girl who was working on my burn. “But how does that work, the finger rubbing up inside you? Didn’t Betty do that finger thing too?”

“Well, ... Betty came to me while I was watching, herding the heifers and bull on some leased land not far from here. It was a warm and raining morning that lulled me into day dreaming and, well, you know what I mean?”

“Yes, Betty said that you were playing with yourself, masturbating,” interrupted the girl in front, holding my penis with a big smile as it grew stiffer and longer with a little gizem coming.

I was really surprised they didn’t seem to intend to make fun of me in that regard so I kept talking without giving it too much time to sink in. “Uhm, yeah... , yeah. I was bored. I was thinking about the sisters like I am now. When I’m thinking about them it makes me rather aroused without any control on my part.

They made me that way.

If you knew the sisters you would understand. They have some kind of special control of me. I was all wet and warm and you know, well just like I am now. You know?” Again my penis jerked stiffer which again brought a smile to their faces and a spurt at my new friend. “You know, there was a lot of time to while away and honestly I love the sisters fucking me because that’s what I was created for. They’ve explained that to me. It’s kind of complicated and fucking is pretty much all I care about doing. Uhm, forgive my penis. It reacts to stimulation quite quickly, on its own. And, uhm, you are very nice to be doing what you’re doing right now. Whew ... y-e-a-h, really nice.”