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Bull Session
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)
***
Three coeds decide to try an experiment in animal
husbandry on an obnoxious fellow student named Brad.
(M/beast, nc, bd, huml)
***
Brad was like a giant rag doll being dragged along the
floor. Bob was on one side of him, and Jake was on the
other. They were holding him under the shoulders while
his feet trailed behind them. When he was able to lift
his head for a few seconds, Brad could see what he
called the three C's -- at least when he wasn't using
the full c-word.
He knew it was them, because their firm round rears
were bouncing in their tight-fitting shorts and
getting him hard, even as drunk as he was.
He knew they hated the nickname he called them, but he
didn't care. He didn't care much what anybody in the
Animal Husbandry 101 class thought about him. The two
guys were strong, but he was bigger and stronger. As
for the three girls, Sammie, Sally and Molly, they
were hot, and he wanted them, whether they wanted him
or not.
So far, three weeks into the semester, he hadn't
gotten anywhere with them, except crude fondling and
mauling whenever one of got close enough. They had
learned within the first few days what a Neanderthal
he was, but they were all farm girls, so they never
reported him. For them, he was just a stupid, ornery
bull, like some of the troublesome animals they had to
deal with growing up. They stayed out of his way, and
they talked to each other about how to break and tame
the wild bull, but they didn't come up with any ideas
until today.
Actually, Brad was the one who had found their
solution for them. After an exhausting day of learning
how to use the artificial cow from New Zealand, the
six of them were relaxing in the break room with some
beers. As usual, Brad was loud and crude, and as he
tossed back beer after beer, he became increasingly
abusive.
"You three C's need to be mounted by a real bull," he
said with a nasty leer, "just like those bulls we
brought to the fake cow today. I'm the only real bull
in the room who can satisfy you. Are you ready to take
a look at what I'm going to put under your tail. Come
over here, and I'll show you." He laughed his loud,
ugly laugh.
"Before this class is over, I'm going to mount each of
you, just like those bulls mounted that cow. And then
you can collect my specimen." He laughed even louder.
His five classmates sat at a table on the other side
of the room sipping their beers and talking quietly,
trying to ignore him. But during his last tirade,
Sally sat up straight and gave her attention to him.
As she listened, a smile came over her face. She
turned to the other four. "I've got it," she said, and
she began laughing. "I know what we're going to do
with Brad to shut him up. Starting tomorrow, he's
going to be as cooperative as a trained dog."
"What are you talking about?" said Molly.
"He just gave me the idea," said Sally. "Help me work
out the details."
***
As she had predicted, Brad got things started when he
fell out of his chair onto the floor. That's when they
knew he was so drunk that he wouldn't be any trouble.
Now the two boys were dragging him down the hall to
the animal pens while the three girls were walking
ahead and discussing their plan.
"Just a second," said Sally, stopping the group. "I've
got to get something." She ran down a side hall and
came back holding the two video cameras and tripods
they were using to film some experiments in one of the
classrooms.
They continued dragging Brad until they reached the
large, empty room with the device from Australia. It
was simple. The foundation was a go-kart, with a
solid, steel roof. On top of the roof was a sturdy
metal platform that was completely covered in cowhide.
In the back of the platform, there was a hole through
the cowhide, and inside the hole was something soft
and flesh-like to imitate the genitals of a cow.
That was the idea of the device. Someone would operate
the go-kart, and when a bull was brought in, the
slowly moving kart with the artificial vagina would
entice the bull and arouse him, and the bull would try
to mount it. By maneuvering the kart, the operator
would position it for the bull to insert his penis
into the artificial cow vagina. Then the bull would
crash and thrash on top of the kart a few seconds and
give up a specimen, which went down the fake vagina
into a receptacle.
That was how it worked when all went smoothly. Some
bulls were bashful bulls, or at least they couldn't
produce their semen without extra stimulation. They
had to be sedated so that the students could handle
them, and then the students used other methods to get
results. One was hand manipulation of the bull's
anatomy. This involved massaging the testicles, but
also something that only an aggie would ever do,
reaching into the bull's anus and finding his ampullae
and prostrate and massaging those.
The girls didn't bat an eye when it was their turn.
They were proud that their manipulations were so
effective that the bashful bulls gave up their
specimens almost instantly. They joked with Bob and
Jake that they would do the same for them if the boys
ever needed to produce a specimen.
They learned this technique even though it was rarely
used now. Instead there was a device that looked like
a vibrator that was inserted into a bull's anus and
turned on to provide electric stimulation. It worked
almost every time, and hand insertion was only
resorted to in the rare cases when the bull didn't
respond to the electric device.
***
Bob and Jake pulled the cowhide off the top of the
artificial cow, and everybody looked at the structure
underneath. There was a heavy iron scaffold attached
to the roof of the go-kart, and on top of that was the
metal platform that the bull came down on. Attached to
the scaffold was the artificial vagina.
"It's gonna work," yelled Sally, and the girls began
giggling.
"Wow!" said Jake.
"I don't know," said Bob.
"OK, Bob and Jake, lift him up," said Sally.
The two men raised Brad in the air and pushed him
between the pipes of the scaffold on the roof of the
go-kart. Once inside the structure, he looked like he
was in a jail cell. He began thrashing as they lay him
on his back.
The girls climbed up next to Brad, and Sammie
unbuckled his belt, while Sally and Molly pulled off
his boots and tugged at his pants legs. Soon the jeans
were flying onto the floor, followed by his boxers.
They left his socks on. "He looks more ridiculous that
way," said Sally, and the girls laughed.
Brad tried to resist as they turned him onto his
stomach. Jake climbed up and pushed Brad's head and
chest down as the three girls lifted his bottom up and
pushed his knees under him. They maneuvered him toward
the back of the kart, lifting his rear until he was
right next to the receptacle. His legs were spread
apart until his anus was at exactly the same height as
the fleshy funnel that accepted the bull.
They detached the device from the frame and moved him
back, so his anus would line up with the hole in the
cowhide. "This is gonna work," shouted Sally
triumphantly. Brad moaned.
"Not so fast," said Bob. "The next part is the hardest
part." He and Jake got some rope and tied Brad to the
iron piping. Most of the rope was around his chest,
but they placed some rags where the rope touched his
naked skin to prevent rope burns. He could now move
the upper part of his body a little, but his rear was
immobile. They stepped back from the go-kart and
looked up at Brad.
"Wow!" said Jake.
"Let's get going," said Sammie. "Sally, you get some
cushions for his head. Molly, you get the equipment.
Jake, Bob and I need to sedate Mr. Big Stuff and bring
him here." They all hurried off.
***
Sally heard Brad bellowing as they came back to the
specimen collecting room. He had sobered up enough to
discover his position, and he realized how he got
there. His curses mingled with demands for them to set
him free.
Sally walked around to where his head was facing, and
when he saw her, the curses got louder and nastier.
"Brad," she said quietly, but he ignored her. She
tried again twice and then yelled at him, "No one can
hear you because there's nobody here but us. If you
don't shut up, I'm not going to tell you what we're
doing." She walked away.
Brad tried to spit at her and resumed his yelling and
cursing. But in a few minutes, he stopped. Then, in a
normal voice, he said, "Come back, Sally."
Sally heard him, and walked back in front of him,
carrying the two large couch cushions. "Lift your
head, Brad," she said, "and I'll put one of these
under your head. It will be a lot more comfortable
than the hard metal."
He lifted his head as she came up to him, and she
placed one pillow under it. Standing next to him, she
said, "Now turn your head this way so you can look at
me and talk to me without smothering yourself." As he
turned his head, she took the other large pillow and
stuffed it on the other side of his head, between his
head and some pipes. It effectively prevented him from
turning his head in that direction. He could now only
put his face straight down into a pillow or turn it
sideways in her direction.
"What are you doing?" he yelled again but stopped when
she told him to quiet down.
"We are conducting an experiment," she told him
calmly. "It's an experiment in animal husbandry, human
physiology and human psychology. Remember, Mr. Big
Stuff, the shy bull who wouldn't mate with this
artificial cow the other day? We're going to try to
mate him with you, using what worked on him the other
day. And we've set up the video cameras to record our
experiment. The human psychology part involves
behavior modification and starts after we finish the
physical experiment.
Brad listened to her in stunned silence. "So the five
of you are going to kill me," he said after a moment.
"That's murder. No human can survive the weight of
that bull."
"Don't be stupid, Brad. You aren't going to be killed,
only humiliated. You are in the middle of this thing,
so you are protected by the metal scaffold on top of
you, just like Bob will be while he's driving the
kart. The bull may flop on top and scare you a little,
but you will only come in contact with one long part
of him. And it's so long that we have to make sure
that you don't take all of it in. That's why we've
sedated Mr. Big Stuff."
"Oh, here's Molly with the equipment and Sammie, Bob
and Jake with Mr. Big Stuff. He looks very sleepy
right now. If you shut up, I will tell you what we're
doing each step of the way, OK."
"First, Molly is bringing me the lubricant and the
long rubber tube. Do you feel my two fingers pushing
the lubricant inside you?"
Brad began yelling, "Help! Help!" at the top of his
lungs as Sally removed her fingers and started
inserting the tube. She pushed it in very slowly as
the others stood next to her and watched. Whenever it
seemed to come to something blocking it, she pulled it
out a little, then wiggled it until it got past
whatever was stopping it. Finally, it wouldn't go in
any further.
"Molly, hand me that red permanent ink marker," she
said. "Now I'm marking on this tube how deep you are,
because we need to estimate how much of Mr. Big Stuff
to put in you. We're going to have to use math because
right now he's limp. But we have a record of how long
he is fully extended, and we'll compare that to your
depth and then calculate how much of his limp penis to
put inside you. If we put too much in, when the penis
wakes up, it might push forward enough to pierce you,
and we don't want that to happen."
Brad looked at her questioningly.
"Yes, Brad, you are not going to be screwed by a bull.
That would be too dangerous. This experiment is just
to see what happens when an unstimulated bull is
inserted into a loudmouthed asshole and then gets
stimulated. Now stay right here while we do some
calculating."
A few minutes later, his five classmates were pulling
the bull toward him. "Look," said Sally, reaching down
to Mr. Big Stuff's loosely hanging organ. "See where I
marked him." It was a thick red circle all the way
around the bull's penis, about halfway between the tip
and testicles. "That corresponds to this on the tube."
She pointed to a red circle that marked what seemed
like an impossible length of tube. All that couldn't
have been inside him, he thought.
He saw them pull the bull away from his view and he
heard them grunting and breathing heavily as they
moved him around. Then came a huge crash on top of
him. They had managed to lift the front part of the
bull's body high enough to drop it on top of the
artificial cow.
He saw Bob get into the kart driver's seat below him
and start the vehicle up. Slowly, he put it into
reverse, while Sally was yelling instructions from the
back. The other four held the bull and moved him in
combination with the reverse drive of the go-kart
until most of the bull was draped over the cart and he
was standing on his hind legs pushing against Brad.
Bob stopped the kart and got out and looked
approvingly at what he saw.
An out-of-breath Sally began talking again. "Whew!
We've got him lined up at the spot," she said.
"Now comes the hard part. You can thank Molly for this
part of the experiment. Let's see if it works." He saw
Molly going toward the rear end of the bull with some
stuff in her hand. When she sat down, he could no
longer see her.
In a few minutes, he heard some whistling and
clapping, and Sally announced to him, "She did it.
Molly found some thin rubber tubing, almost as thin as
those straws in cocktails. It's pretty stiff, but
slightly flexible. She tied one end to Mr. Big Stuff's
penis, close to the tip, with strong thread. The idea
is for the tube to stay tied to the bull's tool but be
also let us disconnect it at the right time. Now we
need to put a lot more lubricant inside you."
The same tubing as the first time was pushed up inside
him. This time it glided in smoothly, and was wiggled
around until the red mark was reached. A funnel was
inserted into the outside end of the tube, and Jake
climbed up the side of the cart and lifted the funnel
in the air with one hand and poured liquid from a
plastic bottle into it with the other.
"We're filling you up with oil," said Sally. "It's for
your own protection. OK, Jake, it looks like it's
starting to back up. That's enough."
Brad felt full, like after a meal, and his stomach was
bulging from all the oil in his colon and intestine.
He suddenly felt something else. It was big and thick,
and it was going slowly through the oil into him.
"We're starting to put Mr. Big Stuff into you," said
Sally. "Molly's tubing is working great. She's pushing
it in, and it's pulling Mr. Big Stuff in with it.
We're going to do this very slowly even though you've
got a ton of oil in you and Mr. Big Stuff's thing is
pretty flabby right now. So there's no danger."
The thing may have been flabby, but it seemed to get
thicker the further in it went, and Brad began
squirming and grunting. Sally leaned down to his ear
and whispered, "That's great, Brad. I've got cameras
focused on your face and ass and a microphone at each
end, so the more sound and expression you can give us,
the better this production is going to be."
After that he tried to control himself, but he
realized that the facial expressions he made while
trying not to make expressions were probably worse
than before and so were the little pants and squeaks
he made when he tried to stop grunting. Finally, the
horrible stretching feeling inside him just took over,
and he didn't even realize that he was violently
shaking his rear trying to push out the invader while
he was roaring out his anger.
It took about five minutes, and then there was
applause again and some whistles. "It's all the way in
to the red mark," said Sally. "It's only a percentage
of the distance of the tube, but we're allowing for
expansion. Now bear with us because Molly's going to
start wiggling the little tube tied to Mr. Big Stuff."
He felt a fluttering from the rim of his anus to deep
inside of him. It went on for a few minutes until
Molly yelled out, "It's off."
"Great," said Sally. "Molly managed to get the thread
that tied Mr. Big Stuff to the tube loose, and now
she's going to carefully pull the tube out." Brad
barely felt the thin tube coming out. It was like a
little tickle beside the horrible stretching feeling.
"Now, we're ready to begin the experiment," said
Sally. "You've got a huge, sedated bull on top of you,
and a lot of his soft organ inside of you. Can we get
him to fertilize you using the methods we learned in
class. First, Sammie is going to stimulate his
testicles. She's reaching under the bull and massaging
them. Bob, zoom out on camera two so you can see her
and her hands and still see Brad's stuffed rear. If
this works, we should start getting some reaction from
Mr. Big Stuff and Brad, too."
Brad felt nothing for a few minutes, but then inside
him, he started to feel a slight expansion and a
slight hardening. At least he thought so. He thought
it might be his imagination, but real or not, the
discomfort level was growing. He was now panting and
grimacing.
"Success," said Sally. "Now, Molly is going to do the
most disgusting part. She gets extra credit for this.
She's lifting up Mr. Big Stuff's tail with one hand.
The other hand has a rubber glove on it that goes all
the way up to her shoulder, and she's sticking it into
Mr. Big Stuff's asshole looking for the two important
organs.
"I think I found them," said Molly. "I'm beginning to
massage them."
Brad felt the bull shifting over him, and for the
first time, he heard breath coming from the bull's
nostrils. He began to feel like a rubber balloon was
being blown up inside him. It hurt all over, but
especially right at his anus. The tip of Mr. Big
Stuff's organ also seemed to be pushing out and deeper
into him. It was going so high that it felt like it
would burst through his insides and come out his
mouth. He was squirming like a toad, panting like a
dog and squeaking like a mouse.
Something had to give, and it was the lubricant. It
was being squeezed out of him like the juice from a
lemon, and he heard it plopping down on the top of the
go-kart.
"I'm pulling my arm out of Mr. Big Stuff's ass now,"
said Molly, but for Brad, there was no relief.
"Mr. Big Stuff looks like he's almost as big as he can
get," said Sally. "It's a good thing we didn't put
more of him in you. You should see how much there is
left over. Well, so far we've managed to arouse him,
but that's not enough. We've got to get his specimen,
and we're going to add to the drama by getting your
specimen, too, Brad. Jake, position yourself at Mr.
Big Stuff's rear with the electric stimulator. I'm
going to position myself with the suction pump at
Brad's penis."
Until then, Brad had been totally unaware of his own
equipment, so great was the agony in his rear. Now he
noticed that the organ he liked to brag about was
hanging forlornly in front of him. There was no way he
was going to be able to give any specimen to anyone
with that droopy, flabby thing, he thought, and he
laughed. The laugh ended in a moan because it hurt him
inside.
Sally held up one of the lab's small suction devices
to the tip of his penis and turned on the compressor.
"Don't worry, Brad," she said. "I've turned the power
down so low that it's barely sucking." And it was
true. He didn't feel a thing except the pain inside
him. But a minute later, he realized that it must have
been working because he felt his penis growing. "Just
like Mr. Big Stuff," said Sally brightly. "There's a
way to stimulate every animal."
Soon his long tool was rock hard. Sally turned off the
machine and reached below him to swish her hands
through a big puddle of lubricant that had come out of
him. One of her hands began massaging his testicles
while the other stroked him. Despite the pain in his
rear, he began responding, and breathing faster. When
he started groaning louder, Sally yelled out, "He's
coming. Quick, Jake, the stimulator, now! Whoa!"
The "Whoa!" was because a second after Brad started
spewing his semen, there was a huge thunderclap, or at
least it sounded like that. It was the sound of Mr.
Big Stuff rising off the go-kart and smashing back
down on top of it. As he did so, his penis came out of
Brad a few inches and then shoved back into him and
erupted. Brad felt it and thought it was like a
pressurized water hose had been pushed into him and
turned up all the way. Maybe it was his imagination
again, but the discomfort level rose to a breaking
point before it finally stopped.
The five classmates didn't say anything at first. Brad
looked at them, and they looked at him. He felt
mortified and couldn't speak.
Finally, Sally said something. "That was amazing," she
said in a quiet voice. "It was a lot more exciting
than I ever thought it would be. Then Brad noticed
that all five were breathing hard and red-faced. Oh
no, he thought, they were getting off on the whole
thing.
Sally was the first one to shake herself back to
reality. She was not sorry for Brad, but now she was
finding it hard to remember how angry she was at him,
because she had just had one of the biggest orgasms of
her life, standing up and with no one, not even
herself, touching her.
"OK, Brad," she finally said. "There's a couple more
parts of this that belong to Experiment 3, the one
about modifying human behavior. We're going to film
this part, too."
"Here's what's going to happen. Mr. Big Stuff has
given you his stuff, and he's now getting soft again.
We're going to slowly pull his thing out of you. It's
going to hurt, but you've still got a lot of lubricant
in you, along with all of his stuff, so it won't be
too bad, but we should get some more great body
language, facial expressions and sounds.
"Then we're going to put him back in his pen and move
you to the floor and put you on those cushions. We'll
keep your ass in the air, but this time you'll be on
your back. We're going to lift your legs up and pull
them back until we can tie your feet together behind
your head. The girls will pull them slowly to avoid
any muscle strains, and we'll put pillows behind your
back to support you.
"Your head will be leaning down on the other side of
this cushion, and we're going to pull your asshole
back until it's right over your mouth and then push it
down and tie in in place. Your ugly asshole will be
close enough to kiss your ugly pie hole. Then we're
going to use this rubber bulb syringe and pump your
ass full of air.
"When your ass is full of gas, all that stuff inside
you will want to get out in the worst way. It's a
mixture of lubricant, Mr. Big Stuff's come and maybe
some other stuff that was inside there already. You're
going to want to fart really bad. You'll probably hold
back a while, but eventually, you're going to have to
let go, and when you do, the stuff inside you is going
to shoot into your face like shot from a shotgun. And
once you start farting, it will be hard to stop, and
more and more of it will gush out, like a flood.
"It's going to cover your face. You will close your
eyes and your mouth, but when it fills your nose, it
will cut off your air, so you'll have to open your
mouth to breathe, and then it will fill your mouth and
you'll have to swallow it to keep from choking.
"We're going to be here through the whole stinking,
disgusting process and get all of it on video. Then
we're going to untie you and leave. If you haven't
opened your eyes by this time, I suggest you do so
then and go right to the animal stalls to hose
yourself down. We'll leave your pants there for you.
Then I suggest you come back here and clean everything
up and go home and think.
"You're a farm boy, like us, so I know you're not
going to turn us in, because farm boys don't ask other
people to clean up their messes.
"We'll see you in class tomorrow morning, and we'll
pretend like nothing happened. I can't tell you we'll
never talk about this, but we'll keep it to ourselves.
I have a feeling that no matter where we go from here,
we'll have reunions to watch the video together.
"At least, that's what all of us prefer. It all
depends on you. We have some amazing video of you that
I think we can sell to a website for enough money to
pay the rest of our tuition and then some. It would
make you famous all over the world. Wherever you go,
you would immediately meet people who have watched it.
But this is not about money. It's an experiment in
modifying human behavior.
"If it's successful, you will be a different person
tomorrow -- polite and considerate, especially to
women, helpful and friendly. And you'll stay that way
the rest of your life. We're not going to stalk you,
but if we find out you've reverted to your old ways,
you'll know we know as soon as one of your friends
tells you that you are a new Internet star.
"As I said before, it all depends on you. If the
experiment is a success, we may not become friends,
but we'll enjoy being aggies with you and wishing you
success in the future. If the experiment is a failure,
well, at least we'll make a lot of money on the video.
"OK, guys, I think Mr. Big Stuff is soft again. Let's
start pulling him out of Brad now. Remember, very
slowly."
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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