All Hat, No Cattle (part7)

Herein our hapless victim encounters some of the behavioral 
parameters of his confinement.

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His penis red, raw and shiny with sticky lubricant, his scrotal sac
visibly depleted, the unit deep in his rectal cavity intermittently
shocking and vibrating his prostate, Larry stumbled groggily into
the long corridor that divided the stalls in the barn.  The tether
that until a moment earlier had bound his arms behind him now dragged
along after him, still attached to his groin harness.  A young girl,
no more than 13 or 14 years of age, hastily collected the leashes
trailing behind the groggy males and calling to them in a high,
childish voice to hurry up, half herded, half pulled them out
into the early pale light of a cold morning.  Those boys that were
disinclined to cooperate immediately had their rectal stimulators
activated and quickly fell into line passing before long tables
of a nourishing, if uninspired, breakfast.  Larry had no clear
recollection of that first meal, but the episode that followed was 
to remain etched in his memory for the remainder of his life.

Upon termination of the feeding, the original day crew of experienced
female handlers began their shift with toilet and cleaning duty.
The male captives were quick-marched into a low cinderblock
structure near the enormous barn and, after having their harnesses
and rectal inserts removed, instructed to squat above a concrete
sluiceway where they were commanded to void both urine and stool.
Those unwilling or unable to comply were instantly flogged on their
exposed hindquarters until they obeyed the command.  That accomplished,
the wranglers instructed each "bull" to bend over elongated work
benches while the women rinsed each man's rectum with cold water
delivered from hoses forcibly inserted into their anuses.

It was at this point that Larry found himself singled out for
horrifying special treatment:  the heavy-breasted blonde wrangler
who had extracted his semen earlier held up her hand for attention
and declared in clear alto tones that she had been ridiculed by
her co-workers because of the bite mark on her right breast.  She
grabbed Larry by his now flaccid penis and marched him painfully
out in front of the group where she punctuated her command to
grab his ankles with blows from 38-inch bamboo cane.  "If you
make a noise or move, you will wish I had killed you," she declared,
separating the globes of his buttocks with her right thumb and
forefinger.  With her left hand, she produced a common bristled
bottle-brush.  This simple device she slowly introduced into
Larry's anal passage, the bristles lying flat as they passed through
his sphincter and into the tender confines of his rectum, so recently
flushed with frigid water.  A ripple of laughter and a few whistles
erupted from the crew of women as the blonde pushed the brush all
the way in.  Outright cheering broke out when she began a sawing
motion, pushing then pulling the now bloody tool in and out of
Larry's asshole.  Later, he could recall only the first withdrawal
before he lost consciousness, two of the blonde's friends holding
him up for the remainder of his punishment.

The rest of the herd had their buttplugs reinserted and harnesses
reattached while Larry's insert was coated with anti-bacterial
ointment and reinserted as well.  He was left sprawled on the
workbench, unconscious, for nearly 15 minutes until one of the
teenaged girl ranch-hands came and marched him back to his stall.

(to be continued)