Chapter 45: The Fair Competition Cont.

I was still a bit in shock from the butt plug release as Lilly motioned for Lois to come close. Just that quickly I realized Lilly was inserting those Bag Balm greased fingers up my rectum. She must have had a gaping hole to fill. Fingers didn’t feel much different than the plug even given the fact she was using three fingers or more to do her work. Her fingers had probably just fallen it on their own before she stuck her whole hand in.

There was a new hush in the audience and even a little gasping as the crowd began to realize what was going on. This certainly was not rehearsed but the show had to go on. Lilly made like she was really leaning into her work and used her left hand so the audience’s view was unencumbered. Bent over, she focused with determination on my ass to impress the onlookers while grabbing me by the throat, choking, slowly turning me so everyone could see her hand pushed into my butt crack. You’d think she was pulling a calf out of cow the way she was going at it. Thank heaven’s her magic was allowing me to endure and murmuring told me the word about what was going on traveled back and up the audience.

Lilly loved the show boat style as she worked her fingers in and out, in increments, twisting with sweeping gestures. Then she pulled at my neck to crook me back up for the audience to see better. I’d hardly had time to get my mind around what was going on because I had a fixation on that darned butt plug, trying to get that misery out of my mind. Now, already, that was history. Lilly massaged the back side of my penis as it jumped up and out straight, curled and started throbbing and growing longer. She kept me turning, fingers anchored, slowly round and round to give all a good look. The crowd was in awe and somebody finally yelled, “Get that breeder something to breed before it explodes!!” The crowd went into conniption fits with laughter almost as if the a great tension had suddenly been released after all had realized how far up my butt she’d pushed.

Some guy with a big deep voice hollered, “YYYAAAAA--HOO, look at that salami go!” and pandemonium broke out into more laughter. It was like the audience had experienced vicariously the shock of having my anus invaded and now there was relief and grand enthusiasm melting away the social mores that would normally have tainted things. With my rectum and penis in public demonstration - broad daylight - my naked big boner visage was vindicating the acts by Lilly as life important - for some strange reason.

But maybe it was me; I just wasn’t getting it. I was just livestock in everybody’s minds and livestock could be handled like this as a norm. It was business as usual with just a little twist. In the backs of people’s mind they heard I fucked human females even though I was regarded as no more than a common beast. “Let’s see him breed,” they kept yelling.

Comments wouldn’t stop and Lilly kept making my penis do tricks, flipping back and forth and up and down and even twirling around almost like a propeller. “Ladies? Can you imagine what that feels like!?,” yelled the announcer, laughing so hard he almost choked. “I think I’ve seen everything now. Such talent. Lilly deserves your undivided attention and support for her amazing skills and Lois for her marvelous grooming. This has been a real treat. How about that? Audience?!!”

The band struck up a “Tah-Dah” and the audience was half out of its collective head it seemed to me. And more people were shouting out to get the breeder something to breed with. They wanted to see me fuck something. What? “They want to see this animal breed. Lilly! What do we tell them?”

Lilly wasn’t paying attention to the crowd for the moment and she’d directed Lois to go over to pit side and pull back the hose that was attached to a hose bib. Lois turned the water on low and brought the hose out. Lois stepped forward in front and hugged me up for support while Lilly took the hose, pointed it up to show the audience water discharging and then shoved the end into my anus with ease, promptly, the expanded version of my ass hole. The water was cold and I reacted to that by shivering immensely in Lois’s arms but Lilly only left it in for a few moments, just long enough to get a charge in me for demonstrating the advanced results. I wanted to complain so bad but of course I was only allowed a moan or groan.

There was murmuring anew from the audience with Lilly’s hose routine running and then just as quickly the hose was out flung high in the air for emphasis. There was renewed amazement from the audience as they just realized what Lilly had done. There was momentary quiet, a kind of disbelief she had shoved a garden hose up my ass as somebody yelled, “That reminds me of the old joke about the cross-eyed camel”. Lilly already had her fingers back inside to preserve the water charge as the audience renewed its laughter and she started making my penis do things that didn’t even make sense, extreme magic. The crowd was again gasping at the vision before them.

My penis got so long, was whipping and some women were screaming. Lilly didn’t demo me in that state for very long probably not wanting to start a general stampede but the crowd saw what they saw and after she let the pressure out of my butt they went into a loud and long applause with more comments coming about how they wanted to see me breed something, quick.

Lilly yelled back up, “This afternoon at our stall,” she noted and I hoped that wasn’t a promise. I didn’t know what I would be breeding for sure unless it was either she or Lois and that would be okay. I was worried. “Some guy way in the back yelled, “I hope you got an elephant in heat to breed with that whopper. You’ll be needing it.” Again, the audience laughed.

Lilly casually slid her thumb up my ass after the water pressure had subsided and my penis was doing minor tricks while Lois managed to grab hold of the base of it and I was pulled back out of the pit exit going backwards. It was as if my penis was waving bye bye to the audience amidst a tremendous amount of cheering. Then at the last moment Lilly pulled her thumb out, held in up high for victory and then grabbed my erection to swing me around. She started pulling me down the ramp. Lois waved to the happy crowd.

On my way down the ramp I saw a couple of more interested ladies to wink at and then I saw Betty. Thank goodness I’d been given my glasses back.

Oh GAWD, I almost yelled at her and that could have been disastrous. I smiled at her and winked at her and did everything but talk to her. She seemed very pleased to see me. I kept watching her, stretching around as we moved down the ramp and out of sight. I hoped she was able to understand how I wanted to see her badly. And after I couldn’t see her anymore I had a feeling of loss. When we’d met in the pasture I didn’t have my brand and tattoo, shaved head. I hoped she recognized me.

The son ran up to us after we exited the pit and he was excited. “OH MY GOD!!,” he yelled. “We are fucking in the money!” He covered his mouth to semi hide his words as he hoarsely whispered. “You totally got the crowd in your hands now. Oh man. This is amazing. We are it. We gotta celebrate!,” and he led Lilly and Lois off down the center of the show barn exit toward the beer garden pushing them along as he left me standing alone. I didn’t know what to do so I rubbed my anus. It felt so weird. I wished I had more bag balm to put in it and I hoped there wasn’t poop just running out of the anesthetized open hole.

I just stood there. The realization hit me I was without protection against the world. People, staring, realizing it was me started gathering around closer and closer. One woman came up even closer and started rubbing me with her hands, a delirious look on her face. She took my penis in her hands and closed her eyes like she was envisioning something. I got a boner and she shrieked. Another guy shoved a pen and some program brochures in my face from behind the woman and I just stood there dumb -like I was supposed to be. Another woman had approached me from behind and was running a hand up and down my butt crack. I was completely scared and I didn’t want her to touch my sore anus.

“He doesn’t talk or know what you want,” somebody said in a smart ass tone. “He’s just a breeding animal.” The guy took the brochures away quickly as more people crowded around. Suddenly I thought I felt somebody grab my balls and I jumped back with a couple of gropers still attached to me, looked down and some kid was sticking his cotton candy in my crotch. It was stuck on my balls everywhere. “Oh crap,” I thought. Then the kid started crying and someone said, “What did he do to him?” “To him?” I thought. The kid stuck sticky cotton candy in my crotch. No, they meant what did I do to the kid. I panicked. “No, he didn’t do anything to the kid,” somebody chimed in. I needed to get out of there. I was thankful the other person set the record straight but I could really smell trouble coming as someone ran a hand up my butt crack again and touched my very sensitive anus.

I grunted loudly in fright, looked around and wasn’t sure where I was. I started going backwards back to the stage. My penis was stuck to cotton candy now and it felt awful, all over my leg. A guard stopped my progress and people were following me. I was scared stiff. I wanted to run but the crowd was too thick. They were all trying to get a look at the naked guy.

Suddenly there was commotion and Lilly appeared from out of the mass of people. “Okay, step back. I’m his trainer. Step back. This animal needs to get back to his stall.” Some people didn’t move and were holding programs like they also wanted autographs that a dumb animal couldn’t give them. “He’s going to relieve himself soon! It’s been a long while and you don’t want to get any on you!” Lilly half yelled that a couple of more times and that was the ticket. It got people moving and making a path for us. In the back of my mind I thought it would be hilarious for me to take a dump right there on the floor, just let it go like a bovine, really stinky. It would serve them all right. I remembered the zoo’s apes doing just that for the crowd and then throwing it at the viewing glass that separated them from the intelligent folks. But I would never do a thing like that and with an erection I couldn’t let go and pee on the ground like I was a bull or something. And beside, in truth Lilly didn’t deal with poop, I couldn’t pee with a boner and Lilly had already grabbed my penis to begin towing me.

Lilly loved the attention of the guys drooling over her sexy body. She was showing the folks an awful lot of skin. She must have adjusted her pants quite a bit lower, half mast down her butt already. She’d even unbuttoned the fly in front and it was half way open. I had no idea what kept her pants up but it must have been magic. She had unbuttoned her blouse so that her nipples were exposed now and again. It was really pissing some of the women off; I could tell. I loved how Lilly was blowing minds with her passion and flare. I so wanted to fuck her right there and then. She gave me a look that seemed to agree with me. Oh yeah, at that moment, I could have done my Lilly in front of everybody just for the relief of post ejaculation natural relaxation. I was so tense and up-tight.

I threw my head back as she towed me with my penis and moved my middle fore and aft to follow the motion, act like I was humping her hand. I loved to mess with the crowd’s mind. I let out a passionate grunt and shuddered. That really caught people’s attention. Every time we slowed down I would really push in on her and stretch. When the crowd got thicker, as we moved down the aisle, stopping now and again, I was rubbing my penis up in Lilly’s butt crack, the feel of it mesmerizing. My erection got so electric stiff. Rubbing it up and down her butt tugged down on her pants and my penis tip felt so good. I kept it up and Lilly didn’t object plus people began to notice and look at my face which of course was smiling a little smile with eyes cast up happily. Pretty soon my mouth was hanging half open and I really wanted to reach up to massage her breasts but held back not wanting to go over the top. I probably would’ve lost it and started fucking right on the spot. “Look at that,” said some guy noting what I was doing. I looked at him and gave him a concerned “So - what of it?” look as he disappeared in the crowd.

“We want to see him breed,” came a yell. “Yeah, that’s right. We want to see him breed right here. We need to. We need to know if he’s any good, NOW.” More and more calls came out of the crowd as we moved forward acting like two sex demons. Somebody screamed, “HEY! God damn it I want to see that son of a bitch fuck for his supper!!” Some people in the crowd started yelling back for the foul mouth to watch his language and some more yelling followed and I worried about a fight. Some woman back in the mass of onlookers said, “I’ll do him.” I decided that acting aroused amidst the crowd was maybe not a good idea. We were inciting a riot and people were laughing naughty.

One guys was helping us, he moving ahead telling people to make way “ ... for the fabulous breeder. The amazing breeding livestock needs to get back to his stall. Come see him do a breeding service this afternoon. You won’t believe your eyes.”

Damn, the guy was telling everybody I was going to fuck something.

[I needed to fuck so badly I imagined myself doing ladies lined up to share with me as Lilly got her vagina licked, a win-win for all except the dumb son of the dairy owner]

Lilly kept pulling me along and I kept thinking about that mystery as the humpty-bumpty of her hand on my penis kept me lazily aroused. I would still moan and groan but try to keep it subdued to avoid arousing people in the area but the action and my need to have sex caused my Happy-mess cache to leak and drip. I just loved Lilly tugging on my penis though and I didn’t want her to stop doing that. Gizem oozed out of my penis and Lilly’s grip moved it aside so that it wouldn’t leak down her butt crack but that gathered more attention. I just knew the nymphs were having an affect on humanity now plus it seemed everybody had this notion how I fucked to save mankind in future world.

Oh my ... as we got closer to the barn and our stalls I was seeing more faces that showed a sense of love toward us as if there was some level of worship on their part. What the hell was that? But my penis was leaving a trail of gizem behind as we walked along and although that felt just great I really needed to talk to Lilly and even Lois. People were worshiping a naked guy with big boner that had gizem blooping out of the end on the ground? “You have got to be kidding” was my only thought.

We finally got to our stalls with a couple more gizem loving dogs following us. It wasn’t easy to get there and I was sure glad I had my glasses plus no more butt plug to deal with. My anus was feeling a little bit better and I still had that last session with too many fingers, an entire fist up my butt, indelibly fixed in my mind.

It seemed the crowd was just stifling thick and they weren’t giving up on trying to satisfy curiosity, to get close to me. I was just a dumb breeding animal but there you go. They were kind of worshiping a plain old animal with a big cock because of rumors and hype. They didn’t even know for sure why they felt the way they did but they were gaining in numbers and the mood was changing. I hoped it would stay positive.

We stood, moments, in front of the stall and Lilly continued to squeeze me by my penis as it drooled and dangled snotty gizem which really gathered attention. The hungry dogs were catching up with us and I felt very uncomfortable about the whole situation so I darted over into the stall for a clean spot in the straw to get my leaking erection out of the traffic. I squatted down kind of trying to hide in a corner. I kept stroking myself to extend that relief of minor ejaculations to calm my nerves and I didn’t care what anybody might think. I just needed some relaxation after all that anxiety. There were camera flashes going off once in a while, someone was poking a camera through the stall fence slats and firing their flash bulbs. Somebody lost control of their grip and they must have pressed the flash bulb release button just after it went off. The hot bulb burned-bounced off my butt, right on my brand burn. “Oooow,” I half yelled and tried to control myself. I’d been burned many times by my dad’s flash bulbs and I even recognized the smell of a hot one. My glance darted up at the would be photo snap dufus and I gave him a look. They looked back with a kind of worshiping stare like a deer in the headlights so I picked up the bulb with some straw to insulate it, heaved it back over the top stall board into the crowd. “OW!” came back an expletive and I thought, “FUCK YOU EVERYBODY AND EVERYTHING THAT YOU STAND FOR!”

I was extremely exhausted. I laid down flat to rest and for moments fell asleep yet with an erection poking straight up.

Perhaps a very short snooze, I had a dream about a beautiful creature in the woods approaching me as I lay in the cool moss. She immediately warmed me with her hands as she caressed my middle and stroked me just as I had before the hot flash bulb hit me. My eyes opened and there she was in a blur surrounded in softness and I just studied her as she continued to jack me off. I rolled on to my back and gizem was coming, piling up on me and it felt so good, a needed release. I didn’t care that I didn’t know who she was and I laid my hand on her back and rubbed to feel more warmth.

She kept stroking me and massaging my balls so that the gizem flowed more, not erupting and then, quite suddenly, I realized I wasn’t asleep and who was this person?

“Who are you?”, I interrupted. I realized I’d spoken and I wasn’t supposed to do that but the person was alone in the stall with us livestock and she just kept up with her work and I hugged her some more. The gizem flowed across the floor of the stall and was becoming quite a pool when, again, suddenly she rose and climbed up over the rails and disappeared. I felt very relieved, not that she was gone but rather to have released so much anxiety in the form of volume gizem. I just lay there and watched the bubbles sizzle and pop.

I tried to remain lying low, to hide. I used clean straw to push back the pig poop, calf and other crap, to keep a clean spot for me to lay while people pushed forward looking through slats and making comments, “Oh, there he is. Oh my god, he’s adorable. He’s sleeping. Isn’t that cute!!! Look at his juicy penis. Weird!” I was so pissed. I noticed the pig was eating the gizem and the more it got the more it ate faster and faster. I laughed to myself wondering if the pig was getting horny and then realized I may have been in trouble if they were going to make me to fuck that pig. I worried.

I wondered where Lilly and Lois were because I was learning what it meant to be a poor captive animal in a zoo. It sucked. I needed to feel I had some support friends. I just wanted to go back to the dairy where it felt like home and I wondered who that beautiful creature was who had jacked me off.

After a while, when I felt the frenzy was waning just a bit I got up on my knees and moved around to look through the low rails to see if I could find Lilly or Lois or even the son in the crowd. At first I just saw strangers, thick. Somebody looking through the stall said really loud, “Look at his bum. It sure looks funny.” Again, I realized they were staring at my anus which probably did look pretty weird so I sat down and leaned into the corner.

Then after a few minutes I heard some guy in the background talking to the crowd about me. He had most of the nearby crowd’s attention and that is why there seemed to be a new lull in the frenzy near me.

“He’s a breeder of renown. His breeding attributes are amazing and they get more amazing each day. He is specially bred by extraordinary scientists for creating a huge amount of semen unlike most other breeding sires. He can produce this semen like material continually almost without stop and he can induce that into the female directly or it can be used in endless supply for artificial insemination. The real wonder of this material, which is also nick-named Happy-mess Nymph Nectar, is that it acts as breeding specimen and also marvelous soap that will clean anything spotless. The most amazing feature is that it tastes unwordly good. I know that it sounds strange, unbelievable, but this is absolutely true, real fact. We have never found anything like this before, a remarkable dessert treat that will leave you feeling better than you have ever felt before in your entire life. It’s the magical results of advanced science. A real heavenly treat.”

“What the fucking hell? I thought. Who is that and how did he find out about my gizem?

[When you ejaculate like I did full blast the word finally gets out throughout the community]

Now things were just getting stranger and deeper-mysterious. I stood up and moved a little bit in the stall to see if I could get a look at the guy who was telling them all this. I still didn’t see anybody that I knew. I saw how a couple of people had noticed I was looking around and that created some interest. I kept moving down a side, viewing through the rails until the voice of the guy started to become more clear and then somebody moved aside and there he was, the extension agent. Oh crap! He was probably in business with the son. I imagined them both conspiring to launch a business deal with my penis as their industry.

“Where can we try some of this new Happy-mess ourselves,” came a call from the crowd. “We will be marketing it soon,” said the agent, the big bull shitter. “It will be a household name on everybody’s lips before you know it and available in most super markets. Watch for our ads on TV.” That dumb jerk, “everybody’s lips”. I’d like to see that. He could suck on mine. No, that was NOT a good idea.

Oh crap, the son had business experience in TV. I saw no good coming from this scenario. “When are we going to get to see him breed?” The same old questions came from the crowd again. “Soon, real soon,” said the agent. And just then the son showed up next to him and the crowd started clapping for him as well. Things were turning ugly. I wanted to go home. I just wanted to fuck the sisters and be held by them, real warm, safe. I’d be the son’s slave forever if he’d just get me out of this. I was getting freaked out.

Another hour passed and there were more speeches by voices I didn’t recognize, people who obviously had no real connection with me or the nymphs or Lilly or anybody important, but they were working the crowd and playing their stupid politics. What seemed to be a frenzy all about me, my huge amounts of gizem and my fucking abilities, was now becoming just a circus of events that were promised, couldn’t be fulfilled and were totally really off subject anyway. Some guy was even running for governor in the Fall. Total crap, it was just total crap but, just maybe, if I was lucky, maybe the crazy crowd would forget about me and go off on another tangent screaming about something else. “Hey, it’s time; you promised; where’s the breeder going to service some stock?!” “Yeah,” came other calls. Oh damn. I was doomed to fuck something strange. I just knew it. Where was Lilly?

I looked in panic at the pig in the stall with me. I had a sense that the pig gave me a frightened look back. Fuck! Was that pig knowing I was going to service a pig? That pig? I didn’t even know if the pig was a female. I was starting to get a sick feeling all over, cold, clammy.

I cowered in the corner of the stall, deeper, up against the post. I started to look for a way out ... a way to run out of the barn, keep running and never stop, head off for home, my real home, naked, I didn’t care. I saw no avenue to get through all the people. There was no way to sneak out the back of the barn. People crowded all around. They were gathering closer around the stall again and some more were peeking through between the slats. I was stuck, doomed. If only I could get my hands on some clothes, a disguise, an old burlap sack. That horse tail as a mustache.

“He looks really scared. What’s the matter boy?” Somebody peering at me was making squeaky noises with his mouth and trying to console me. That was better than getting beat on by some frenzied nut who wanted to prove animals subservient. “You’ll be okay boy. We just want to watch you service some critter with that huge penis of yours. You gotta show these folks just how good you can do that. You’ll be the most famous breeding stock in the world. I guarantee it.” I just stared at those eyes. I couldn’t even see the mouth speaking the stupid rhetoric. The words were meant to console me but they promised me I was going to get to fuck some animal or other for sure and that I’d better do a good job of it. I couldn’t imagine some wild critter standing still for me to stick my penis in. I knew how wild heifers were. There were laws against doing that, well, except they all considered me just another animal.

Finally the son showed up shoving and swearing at people, “Hey, get over you son of a bitch. You wanna see my breeder fuck? Get out of the way or it’ll never happen. Oh, HI pastor Bill. Great to see you! Move you son of a bitch. Are you deaf?”

The son was pushing people making them move over so that he could get at his breeder and he finally climbed over the rail and jumped down into the straw to stare at me. “What’s the matter with you?” I couldn’t talk and I tried to make him understand using my eyes. After that he cussed a little more but he got the message. “Oh ... Well, c’mon. Follow me. I have Lilly keeping the crowd at bay just over there. We have to figure out who or what you are going to fuck. Jesus Christ, why does everything have to be so fuckin’ complicated.”

I reluctantly got up and watched over my shoulder for anybody trying to grab at me. The place had turned stuffy and of course felt very closed in. The son climbed back over the stall to get out and beckoned for me to do the same. Crap. I climbed up and felt hands groping me so I hurried and jumped down feeling as though I was jumping into a pit of alligators, down in the midst of all those curious folks, some with cold hands and no sense at all.

The son started pushing people and swearing at them. I stayed very close as we moved to where, I didn’t know. I was right on his tail, he being taller than I, so I would seem inconspicuous. We walked for a ways and then I saw we were headed back to the same show arena which in fact was the livestock sales barn. I saw Lilly talking to people and I was relieved to be coming closer to her. I wouldn’t be able to talk to her which I so needed to do but at least she was there.

It was there, at that time transitioning, that things started going from weird to over the top strange. It seemed that people were becoming more accustomed to the outlandishness of what I could provide. Regular folks were beginning to feel a general sense of acceptance for what should have seemed really crazy base sex and something it would be assumed the faithful would never allow themselves. And yet there was some new influence coursing through the back plane of farm folks and others that was allowing me to be what I was perceived to be, common breeding livestock.

I was about to perform just like any other breeding sire using all of my attributes, sharing my resources with many sex partners. Would they be my bunk mates, co-workers and recently acquired delicious fuck pal girl friends? Or was I going to fuck for the public with some four legged beast? There was a general change in the wind, a shift of wit, perhaps with the hope there would be more like me in the world of the future, safely available for people’s use to satisfy their desires and control re- population of the world. Did that mean those like me could be used at home to satisfy human sex drives with general acceptance?

My mind, my memory, whirlwind wound into reverse to just a few weeks back and my arrival at the dairy, my total lack of knowledge regarding sex. Now, here I was, the star of a new kind of cock show for farmers and people interested in agriculture. It was assumed to be a marvelous new twist to traditional animal husbandry that was mandated for a golden future. My mind was a total jumble of nonsense and fact, not knowing how to construe things for the moment. Could it be possible I was going to ejaculate in public for a general audience accepting me as a norm? I guessed so. But how would they react to a frightening awesome explosion of gizem?