All Hat, No Cattle (part 8)

In which there is an implication that in this business, as in the 
groves of academe, it all comes down to "produce or perish".

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On the stroke of noon, after the great doors at either end of the
barn were heard to creak open, the genitally depleted occupants
were treated to a tastefully provided lunch.  The latter consisted
of various fruit and an occasional raw vegetable tossed over the
wooden gates into their stalls, bouncing momentarily in the straw and
coming to rest against the back walls.  Larry was absently chewing
on the remnants of his second sour apple when a tall, kind-looking
woman with long straight coal-black hair stepped noiselessly into
his enclosure. "Which of you is Larry," she inquired, smiling warmly.
"Don't be afraid," she hastened to add, "I'm not here to hurt you".
Larry, hesitating, finally raised a hand, albeit somewhat stiffly.
"It's me," he said, "right here".  The woman, dressed in an indigo
shift of very soft wool, slowly approached and sat down beside him
on his meager pallet.  "You were treated very badly this morning, I'm
afraid," she began, "and I want to make sure you understand it will 
not happen again."  Larry drew back from this apparition, convinced
that something terrible was about to be done to him.  "None of our
people is authorized to mistreat the stock," she continued, "and 
your handler will be penalized for what she has done to you."  Larry
warily began to relax a little, pulling his blanket into his lap in
an effort to cover his naked penis and scrotum. "You have nothing to
fear from me," the woman added, "I am medical supervisor for barns
B and C and I'm here now only to check on your condition and to
reassure you.  Now please, if you will, stand up and turn around."
Larry, still frightened, did as he was instructed.  "I am going to
remove your harness.  Please relax your anal sphincter as I extract
your rectal insert - you will experience less pain."  The woman, her
warm, dry hands gently disconnecting the halter locks with practiced
economy of motion, let the nylon webbing drop around the young man's
thighs, suspended now only by the unit lodged deep in his rectal
cavity.  This she detached from the harness and the latter fell 
silently to the straw-strewn wooden floor. "There," she said, "now
bend over and put your hands on your knees."  Again, Larry complied.
"My goodness," the woman mused to herself, "what lovely buttocks."
She extracted a clear plastic device with two soft rubber clamps from
a pocket in her chemise and, again with deft motions, attached each
to Larry's buttock on either side of the cylinder protruding now
from his wounded anus. "Hold still, dear," she said, "I'm going to
part your buttcheeks so I can remove your dildo with as little 
damage as possible to your butthole."  Larry felt gentle pressure
separating his glutea and a sudden coolness around his anus.

Suddenly, searing pain erupted in his rectum.  His anus on fire, he
leapt involuntarily across the stall, screaming.  "There, there," the
woman tried to calm him, "now, now, it's all over.  Here, come over
here and let me see if I can help."  She helped him to his feet and
led him over to his cot where she cradled him against her breast,
allowing him to take pressure off his wounded anatomy, patting his
fevered cheeks and murmuring softly to him.  "Lie down here for a
moment, and let me see what we can do to help."  She carefully 
rolled the injured young man onto his belly on the cot and began to
apply a cool anesthetic jelly at the end of her manicured index
finger, sliding it gently into his asshole, a few centimeters more
with each insertion.  "There now, isn't that better?" she asked
after a few minutes of this treatment, "doesn't that feel more
comfortable?"  In fact, it was like a miracle, Larry thought, the
blinding pain was virtually gone and in its place, wonderfully 
enough, he felt an erection swelling against his stomach.  After 
another minute or two, the medicine woman rolled him over on his
back and quietly took his penis in her hands, slowly masturbating
him, "Don't tell anyone I did this," she cautioned, "but I just think
you need something to make up for your pain." 

(to be continued)