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Rory felt his spent shaft twitch as he took Parker's hand. He gulped, putting his right foot forward and stepping out of the back of the limo. The artificial lights of the building he was now in stung his eyes. He wasn't really sure where he was, but judging from the few other cars around him and how cold the air was they had to be underground garage somewhere. Parker guided him forward, the blushing young bull curled his tail between his legs as an attempt to hide his current naked state and dripping dick, he knew he'd have to get used to it, but old habits died hard.

His bare hooved feet clacked against the cement floor as they walked through the parking lot, the artificial lights flickering as they came to a set of large purple leather covered doors with the words "The Busted Nut" painted on the space above them in gold flowing letters.

Those two doors popped open and a short horse walked out, he was completely naked, and as Rory's eyes drifted lower he noticed the lack of balls between his legs. The short horse was a Gypsy Vanner judging from his black and white coat, build, and extra fur around his ankles and wrists. "Ohhh! Is this the new stud?"

"Steer, actually, Armie." The rhino quickly corrected. Which made the young bull get the familiar feeling of anxiety form in his stomach.

"Aww... I was hoping for some fresh meat for the slow days. Oh well, in either case Calvin is waiting for you guys in his office with Sam." The horse said with a smile, "He wanted to tell you that before I gave the driver his daily tip." The little slender horse said as he eyed the stallion behind them, Rory turned his head and saw that the driver had already removed his pants and he was stroking his shaft eyeing the little gelding. "Well I better get to it, he gets kinda antsy if I make him wait too long. Welcome to the club new guy, I'm sure you'll love it here." Rory watched as the small gelding trotted over to the stallion, who bent him right over the hood of the limo and rammed his dick right inside of that 20-something horse.

Parker pushed open the doors to the club, and ushered Rory inside. It was what you might expect from a strip club, it had three stages, each an oval shape with purple leather lined booths all around them, and some tables all around for the guys who didn't have enough cash to be close to the action. Each stage had a pole that ran up to the ceiling, and the whole club was made out of a mixtures of different colored purples. The only part that wasn't a solid purple was the wall behind the bar, which was made out of a clear pane of glass with thousands of glass marbles behind it that all danced with rainbow light as LEDs shifted through the color spectrum.

The club was empty, except for a rat who was mopping up the purple tile floor... the white stains on a dead giveaway that he'd be doing more than just stripping here. Rory felt Parker's hand slide down to his bare ass, and squeeze it as he guided him towards a door to the left of the bar. The rhino ushered him through and into the behind the scenes area where they were greeted by a small kitchen which was fit to make basic food, but anything fancy was off the menu.

They winded their way through some back hallways and doors that could only be unlocked with the rhino's password or keycard. Until they came to a reception office where a chubby gazelle who had large breasts filling up her blouse that looked like they'd been poured into it, as she typed at her computer. She was chewing gum, and she had on a pair of horn rimmed glasses. She glanced up at Parker over the top of her glasses, "Calvin said to head right in." She paused with a smirk. "Though, he is with Sam, so be ready to wait a little while when you're in there."

"Thanks Bob." Parker said as they walked up to the two large mahogany doors, pushing them open. Rory felt a shiver of fear run up his spine as he realized that "her" had been a "he" at one point in time... wondering just how he got there. But his attention snapped to the scene in front of him.

There was a fat bovine on his hooves and knees on the floor, with a tall pudgy horse behind him. The horse had on a harness around his hips that connected to a replica horse dick that was thrusting in and out of the bovine in front of him. "Come on you nutless bastard! Fuck that prostate juice right out of me, make me cum like your dick still worked. I know you can do better than that." With that the gelding gave a whiny, his hoof coming down to slap the steer right on the ass, making the steer let out a long slutty "Mooooo" as his stubby cock flexed against his belly.

The red and white steer slide one of his hooves back and ran his fingers along the gelding's castration scar, making that former stallion shiver as he pounded faster. If he would have had balls they would of been slapping right against that spot where the steer's used to hang. "Oh you like having my dick in you, don't you steer?" The horse said with a whinny.

"Yes!" The steer cried out as he arched his back, trying to spread his cheeks and get as much of that horse dick inside of him as he could. "Harder, please!" The red and white steer moaned.

The horse smirked, giving a soft nicker as he kicked up the pace. Soon the sound of smacking hips filled the room, and the steer shivered, mooing softly as his whole body tensed up and a clear liquid dripped out from his cock as his eunuch orgasm washed over him. He panted softly for a moment, as that big gelding leaned over his back, nuzzling into his neck fluff, hugging him tightly to his body as he softly rocked his silicone horse dick in and out of the steer. The steer turned his head, looking longingly into the gelding's eyes before giving him a long tender kiss. The steer pulled back and looked deeply into the horse's brown eyes for a while, before the horse pulled out his silicone dick, and moved to sit at the edge of the table while the steer got up and stretched. "So is this my new steer?" Calvin asked as if nothing had been out of the ordinary as he stretched making his back and shoulders crack softly.

"Yes, Mr. McCoy." Parker said with a slight nod of his head.

"Wonderful." The steer said with a lewd smile as he walked over to the two of them, he reached forward and grabbed Rory's dick, squeezing it as he rubbed his thumb over the helmet shaped head. "And judging from how wet his dick is you already gave him a last chance to be a bull." The steer said as he licked his lips, sliding his hoof down around that young boy's tender nuggets. "I hope you enjoyed it, it is more than I was ever offered."

The steer turned his head to look at Parker, his hoof fondling Rory's nuts like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Did he give you any trouble, Parker?"

"None whatsoever, it was rather pleasant. His was quite displeased with what his father had done, and came with me willingly. I was impressed with just how good of a steer he already is. I have a good feeling about him." Parker said as his hand slid down Rory's back.

Rory had tuned out a while ago, the image of the steer getting fucked by that gelding still burned into the back of his eyes keeping him from seeing or hearing much else. He wondered if they could really enjoy sex like they just were or if it was just some big act, he knew he just had to listen as they spoke. He'd seen slaves get beaten to a pulp for speaking out of turn, and he still didn't know if his new owner would be one of them. He could feel that hoof on his balls, grinding and kneading them. He could feel the insides of his ears start to turn red as he felt the urge to breed rise inside of him again, his ears twisted back, and he tried to stop it, but nature took its course and his bullhood began to rise, sticking up against his belly and throbbing as it begged for a second release.

Calvin didn't even look down, his hoof just slid up and wrapped around the upper part of the bull's shaft, his thumb grinding against that still slick cock head. "Wonderful, that should make his training for his first appearance on stage a lot easier." Calvin said, before he looked back at Sam, who had picked up a copy of "Beef" and was idly flicking through it. "Oh Sugarcube, do you have your kit ready and the camera setup?"

The old gelding adjusted his round framed glasses, and set the magazine down on the desk. "I already have it under your desk, and the cameras have been rolling since we started this morning. I figured it was time we gave our premium members something new from us."

Calvin just grinned, "Oh you dirty geldie!" He said with a chuckle. "Alright, let's get this boy cut. The faster we do, the faster he can heal up and start making us some money." Calvin turned back towards Rory, "Alright boy, keep that trap shut and bend over the desk. If I hear any whining from you I'm going to turn your sac into a ball gag and make you wear it out on stage, got me?"

Rory gulped, nodding his head as he looked at the oak desk in front of me, still covered with the clear seed the steer had shot. He watched as the gelding unlatched his harness, his limp dick hanging limply between his legs, most likely a shadow of what it had once been. He stood up, stretching like Calvin had done, before walking behind the desk and pulling out a doctor's bag. He laid it on the table top, its old brown leather stained with dark black splotches. Rory's tail twitched behind him, trying to keep his nerve as he laid down across the desk, his belly laying against the leather that covered the top, his tail curling between his legs as his heavy balls swung beneath him. He let the tip of his tail brush against them, trying to feel them one last time.

The young bull's muzzle was inches away from the puddle of the steer's clear cum, it wasn't as big as a normal bulls load but it was still bigger than another species could produce. He tried to keep himself out of it, resting on his elbows so his muzzle stayed far away from it. "You really are an obedient one aren't you? Most men I have to have old big horn over there knock them out before I get them over the desk." Calvin said as he pointed his thumb towards Parker. "But still... I don't want you moving too much during this, I think I'll have Parker hold you down in whichever way he feels is best."

"Yes sir." Rory heard Parker say, before the distinct pop of a cap echoed through the room followed by the ruffling of clothes being taken off. The young bull looked back over his shoulder, watching as the rhino stripped out of his clothes for the second time today. He watched as the rhino walked over to him with the same confidant grace that always seemed to glow off him no matter what he did.

Rory watched as the rhino dabbed some lube onto his fingers and reached forward to slide those fingers under his tail, sending a shiver down the young bull's spine as he felt those cold slick fingers rub across his puckered hole. Rory felt his whole body tense up, his puckered star tightening up like a vice. Even if he was now property, the thought of another man playing with his ass still horrified him. "I would advise relaxing Mr. Leroy, this will be rather unpleasant if you don't." The rhino said as he began to press his fingers against that clenched hole, trying to force them inside.

Rory tried, but he still felt tense, he could feel the rhino behind him trying to force in one of his thick fingers, but the bull's body still fought it. He failed to notice as Calvin walked in front of him, and grabbed his short horns, forcing him to look into his commanding eyes. "One way or another kid, you're going to have to get used to this. I'd rather do it of your own free will, but you won't be the first bull I've had to break into a slutty steer, and you won't be the last. Believe it or not I am trying to help you. I'm giving you freedom. I used to be a bull just like you, young, cocky, full of spunk and ready to breed any girl that came my way. Then you know what happened?"

The old bull asked, before he continued without giving Rory a chance to speak. "I knocked up the wrong girl, her daddy didn't take kindly to that. He took a two by four to the back of my head, and I woke up in this very office, with Sam between my legs taking my nuts. My nuts cost me my freedom, and I vowed not having them would grant me mine again one day. I spent years gaining the owners trust, before I got him drunk and had the whole staff take a little revenge on him, but that's a story for another time."

"I had talked to the others about closing the club, but we realized there would always be a need for a place like this, so I decided I would do it and do it right. Now, anyone that ends up in this office does have a chance for their freedom, all they have to do is work for it. Doing this is just the first step on sending you on that path. But to build you up, I have to break you down first." The steer said as he slammed the young bull's face into the desk, into his pool of clear spoo. "Now clean up my cum. Mine is a little less potent than the rest of the 1000s of loads you'll be enjoying while you're in my care, it'll be a great way to get an introduction to the taste."

Rory had to hold back a scoff, the words I'm doing this for your freedom playing through his head like a broken record. _How is taking away my freedom helping me?_he thought, before he felt his head slammed against the desk. The side of his face was against the desk, the steer holding firmly onto his horns as his lips laid in the puddle of clear spoo. He just couldn't get himself to do it, he kept his lips closed tight, closing his eyes, trying to picture himself anywhere else. That's when he felt it. He felt two of those thick grey fingers finally force themselves into his ass, making him gasp, drawing some of that clear cum into his muzzle.

Rory felt those thick grey fingers probing inside of him, making the skin under his fur feel like it was on fire as he blushed. He could also taste the steer's spoo rolling across his tongue, it was light and sweet, with a hint of salt. It disgusted him at first, and he tried to push it out, before the bull leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Remember, taking your balls is the least I can do. You met Bob, right? He used to be a cocky S.O.B. before I had Sam put a pussy between his legs."

Rory felt fear run up him, like a finger along his spine. He fought with his emotions a bit, before he let his long tongue slide from his muzzle, and begin to lick up that puddle of steer cum. He felt those thick rhino finger stretch his ass apart, as he was forced to watch as the gelding began to lay out his tools just inches from his face, his floppy horse cock laying limply as his large belly hung over the top of it. He finally pulled out a pair of latex gloves, and snapped them on. This was some kind of cue to both the stud and steer, because Parker pulled out his fingers, taking something warm and hard and pressing it to his stretched pucker and Calvin flipped Rory's head and forced his chin flat against the table, his hard stubby cock throbbing just inches away from his muzzle, the gold ring along his castration scar glinting in the light. "Mmm this new dose of testosterone I've been taking has made me so horny, I guess I better get you used to sucking dick while you take your first one and my Sugarcube makes you into a proper steer."

Parker let out a grunt, and thrusted forward, making the young bull let out a long pain filled moo as he felt that thick grey dick slide into his stretched pucker. The second his muzzle opened to moo, Calvin smirked, and held tightly onto the bull's horns as he thrust his dick forward, forcing it into the boy's mouth. Rory could feel every inch of Parker's thick grey dick as it slid inside of him, forcing his hole open.

He felt his nose pushed right into the steer's crotch fluff as Calvin's dick rested nicely in the young bull's muzzle. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he felt his lips brushing against the beginning of the steer's scar, he felt this strange curiosity fill him as he slid out his tongue from under the steer's dick; sliding it across the aged scar, his tongue playing with the gold ring that hung there. "Damn son, if I didn't know better I'd swear six ways to Sunday you'd sucked a steer off before. But considering I know not every steer is as lucky as me to get it up, I highly doubt it." He said with a grunt that made the young bull only blush harder.

Rory could feel the rhino pressed firmly against his ass, those hips just resting there as thick grey hands ran along his back, sliding over his shoulders and giving them a squeeze before he started to pull back, sliding that thick dick out, before slamming it back in hard enough to make a soft *pat* sound. Rory let out another pain filled moo around the steer's dick as he did, and that's when he felt the steer thunk him between the horns with his knuckle. "Better stop using that muzzle to moo and better start using it to suck."

Rory began to do the best he could, trying to remember everything he'd ever seen in porn to try and make his new nutless owner happy. He closed his watery eyes and he began to bob his head up and down, trying to keep his lips wrapped tightly around that pink shaft. He felt something brush between his legs, and he felt a cloth rubbing at his shaft. He felt nimble fingers start to work his shaft up, teasing every part that would make him shudder and clench around the rhino's dick, getting an approving grunt behind him. He felt the soapy cloth washing his shaft and balls, before a second came behind it and dried them both.

Rory's mind faded from the two dicks inside of him and focused in on what was happening between his legs, he felt a pair of lips slide around the head of his shaft, and his whole body shivered, thrusting as he tried to get more of his dick inside of that fawning muzzle. He felt the gelding's hooves begin to stroke at his large heavy balls, working them down in his sac as that muzzle gently bobbed up and down on that shaft. Rory could feel as the gelding held his bull nuts back a little bit so the rhino's own heavy set could slap into them, making him squirm between the male and the steer.

The young bull could feel hot breath on his ear before he heard Calvin whisper something into them. "Feel that, boy? My Sugarcube is getting ready to take those nuts of yours. He's going to work you right up to the edge, before he pulls back and takes those nuts of your's, and then he's going to jack you off letting you spill the last of those pathetic swimmers across the floor."

Rory felt tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't let himself cry, he was still a man, so he was going to act like it. He could feel that thick rhino dick slam into something deep inside of him that made him groan around that steer's dick. He heard a low chuckle, and then he felt hands slide to his hips and start to yank his ass backwards, forcing that thick stud meat right into that spot, again, and again, and again... Rory was drooling a little at that point, he had no idea what the rhino was doing, but he had to admit it felt amazing.

Rory panted, his hips pushing back into that rhino's thrusts as he tried to get more of that wonderful feeling, while the steer fucked his muzzle with all the vigor a nutless old man could muster. He felt his dick throbbing between his legs, that gelding's muzzle bringing him closer and closer, until it popped off the end of his dick with a warm wet pop, and he felt the gelding pull his nut's down farther than before, and he felt something cold against the neck of his sac, and then he felt the first slices of Sam's scalpel.

Rory could feel as the horse quickly sliced off the skin of his sac, leaving his two nuts to hang there in the open air for a moment, jiggling as the rhino fucked him. Rory began to sob as the pain started to run through him, his ass tightening up like a vice around the rhino's dick, his grey sac slapping those bare nuts making his whole body convulse with pain. He could feel a strange heat come up between his legs, and then he felt something extremely hot press to the cord connecting his balls to his body, before pain surged through him and he felt two pounds of weight drop from between his legs as his first nut falling into the gelding's hoof. Rory could feel that heat again, his second nut drop along with the first.

The rhino gave out a lustful snort as he thrust into that new steer's ass, sending his powerful stud seed into that tight vice like ass. Rory felt a hoof quickly jump to his cock and stroke it as quickly as he could, forcing the young steer to get close to the edge as the older steer leaned down and whispered. "Welcome to The Busted Nut, kid." He said as he thrust into that boy's muzzle, and pumped his watery spoo deep into the the new steer's mouth.

Rory sobbed, he had a cock in every one of his holes, cum filling him up like a cream filled eclair, and his nuts now laid on top of a gelding's stomach. He barely even felt it as the gelding gave one last hard pump of his dick, and the last of the seed he'd ever produce spilled across the floor, cuming for the last time as a bull and for the first time as a steer.