Chapter 2

MORE BEFORE TIME AND STUFF

The Where And How I Was Inducted

Given up by my father, farmed out like ranch kids, almost slave labor, I was introduced to my new role on a remote dairy with the help of a naked girl taking orders from an angry old dairy owner using his little scoop shovel to beat me up before taking away my clothes and deeming me livestock like any dairy animal. This took place just hours after I graduated from high school in the city over one hundred miles north. My father drove me down leaving me with my duffel bag and not understanding anything about cows. I was pointed up a lonely country road, a long walk to a dairy complex, a bunk house inhabited by men who were mentally challenged, borrowed from a state run “School For The Retarded”. I was to be living with them in a filthy place consumed with the odor of cow manure so thick you could taste it.

That first morning on my new job, I was accosted by the owner for not correctly washing cow udders. But before he arrived I’d been introduced to a girl milker, a worker who was very outgoing and friendly. My shy nature was captured, frightening, realizing she, Lilly, was totally naked claiming she preferred to work that way. “It’s easier to get and stay clean in the presence of so much manure all over everything. You’ll get used to it.” She posed for me, showing me the spring loaded nozzle used to wash cows as she waited for my response but added, “This is how we do it here on the dairy and we have fun. Hey, the water’s warm!” She squirted herself, laughed, and went back to work. I had a hard time not staring as she bent over while attaching the milking machines to cow teats. I actually had never experienced a naked girl before. I did notice how none of the other milkers, my bunk mates, were naked. She was the only one. But they all enjoyed having her present with frequent touching and hugging. I couldn’t relate to any of it with my former life my only resource. But it was attractive in a very new way. After the dairy owner, the old man attacked me, she, the naked girl, performed on me things too strange to endure. I passed out after the owner roughed me up more, vulnerable, stripped naked. The experience was too real. Shocking, in the stench and humidity freakishly caressing every inch of me, he told Lilly to do what I didn’t understand. I began to experience abrupt invasions into my body as I was forced, turned around, bent over at their demands. My anus was the focus of everyone gathered around. And the parts of me I first saw as I came-to were grossly enlarged and acting very strange to the delight of everyone present. It was my penis, too huge, oddly active and I was far too upset to feel the terrible embarrassment as she slowly pulled, stroked my erection. It felt entirely electric. This is what I was now possessed by. It was alive and moving randomly. There was stuff drooling out, and actually it strangely felt very good.

[I never imagined the extent of growth I would experience; it seemed not possible, growing, with little needed stimulation, instantly] Before being attacked and stripped of clothes I was fantasizing my virgin arms caressing a naked girl even though I’d not ever before touched a girl in that way. There were strong urges working on me.

Such an impulse of inspiration, sexual, as Lilly greeted me. To my astonishment seeing her like that, so friendly, so bold, she said she liked me. I would have loved to know the feel of her, and yes, I was getting more aroused by all of it.

AND

Little did I know what the life ahead of me would bring, stranded in a very remote place, forbidden clothes ever again, and doing the “servicing” work I was destined to perform on two legged partners, humans and deity goddesses.

[I was to be embarrassed beyond words to describe before I accepted, became livestock in my mind]

[And I was treated so in public, like any bovine, but four legs was the norm, not two and especially while wearing glasses and speaking] Never to be again what I was just hours before, an innocent young guy so naive. Now I was “livestock” meant for breeding, servicing, nothing more. Without a shred of clothes, not even shoes, I would find out what my responsibilities were, soon epic in nature. And I often wondered what teachers back in high school would think if they knew what was happening to me spending so much of my time slathered in goo.

My journey began, upset beyond words, presented to the world strangely, completely, accepting my status as livestock. I felt entirely violated with an anus broadly breached by Lilly as the interest in my strange penis increased. I didn’t want to move because something was hanging out of my rear. It was a long hose of some kind. I reached to grasp it and it wrenched out on my hand. It was feverishly weird. Having arrived as I was being violated, the dairy owner’s son demanded, took me out of the milking parlor to work alongside him in the field, me, exposed to realize my nudity in the warm morning sunshine. He told me to get in the cab of his truck but not before he reached and I felt the hose come out of me maybe quite some distance as I almost passed out, staggered with the weird feeling. He laughed after I grabbed at my anus with instincts of fear. “You going to the movies?” “What?” “Well, you’re already picking your seat!” He simply thought my demise was very funny.