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Part 2: :link2181831:

Intro:

Jackson's plan was simple. The lock-pick kit was supposed to be delivered to his place next Monday, but that kit was his back-up plan now. Today was his Friday massage appointment with the bull- he had to be careful, so he was going to attend it- just to keep the bull off his case, should he not be able to pick the lock on Monday or Tuesday. But he had to act fast, because after getting all of his leg and butt hair lazer-removed last Wednesday he was mortified to find out that it wasn't like shaving, waxing, or anything like that, but that it was... permanent, as in for the rest of his life he would have an absolutely smooth legs and ass.

He still fumed about it.

He had also been informed during that session that next Wednesday he was scheduled for his armpits, chest, and belly. 'Belly' he had determined from asking around, was parlor phrasing for 'treasure-trail and pubes'. So with that logic the bull would have to unlock his cock for that. His plan was after the bull did that, once he was in the room alone again with the two clueless bimbo lazer-techs, He would fain a bathroom need. They would let him re-dress, but instead of going to the bathroom he would exit the parlors back door to a life free of the Bull and the steel of chastity. With his plan in place he just had to try and keep his dignity intact until then, and of course keep the bull mollified.

Fridays appointment:

Jackson's heart pounded as he was lead to the room for his massage appointment. As the receptionist left closing the door, he sat in the little uncomfortable chair, his mouth was dry and he fidgeted nervously as he waited. After what felt like forever waiting, the door opened and the huge brown and white bull ducked in, horns first.

"Jaquelyn, its good to see you my dear." He said with a pleasant smile as he closed the door behind him. Jackson just sat hunched in the chair, arms crossed, smoldering in an impotent anger at his past, present, and now impending future humiliation. He knew he would have to just put up with the bulls emasculating words and behavior for today.

'Just one more day' he told himself with a deep breath.

"Well, someones having a rough day today-" The bull said undeterred "-No worry, I have the perfect full body massage for you, it starts soothing and relaxing at first, and ends with a higher energy and it will leave you absolutely glowing!" The bull said in the light, friendly, and non-threatening tone and manner he clearly reserved for females, further irking Jackson.

"Now Jaquelyn, in a second I will step out of the room so you can undress down to your panties and lay face down on the table under the sheet, and when I re-enter we will get started. Does that sound good?" He said, sounding rather patronizing to Jackson.

Jackson just nodded, but after the bull stood staring at him expectantly with a polite smiling expression, Jackson mumbled an unenthused "Yah."

"Good, I will knock when I return." The bull said literally ducking out, disappearing through the door with a pleased flourish of his tufted tail.

Jackson grumbled as he stood and took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. 'Just get through this' he told himself, and he undressed except for the stupid red panties the bull forced him to wear. Sliding up on the table, this time it was lowered to a comfortable height for him, but it angered him more as he realized the bull probably only did that for girls. That bastard.

As he slid under the sheet he heard a quiet but firm 'Knock-Knock' on the door, it cracked open but stopped.

"May I enter Jaquelyn?" The bull asked ever so properly and softly.

Jacksons face pinched with a sudden fury as he remembered the bulls approach from before. The fucking bull was really rubbing the female treatment in. Through grit teeth he replied flatly: "yes." Trying to not project his rage.

The door fully opened and the Bull stepped in, closing it carefully and quietly, and gently touched Jacksons back as the electric table started to lift. "Ok, I'm starting now Jaquelyn, I will start very light pressure, but let me know if its too much for you." He said as he lowered the sheet from Jacksons back. Without waiting for a reply, the bull oiled his hands and started with light swirling motions across his upper back, fingers dancing lightly down and around, first feeling out any spots for knots or tensions. Jackson enjoyed the touch some, thought wouldn't admit it. And he cursed the soft lavender smell of the oil that the bull was using on him, he knew the massage parlor heavily marketed towards women. The bull it seemed would humiliate and emasculate him in every tiny step.

The brown bull pulled his stool over and sat as he started to massage Jacksons neck and shoulders. Jacksons heart pounded as he heard the wheels of the stool and saw the bulls (thankfully clothed this time) crotch roll in to eyesight.

"Deep breath." The bull said quietly into Jackson's ear. "In through the nose, out through the mouth." Trageus said as he mimicked the breath himself loudly as his powerful fingers danced across Jacksons neck and scalp.

Jackson just breathed in and out through his mouth.

"No, no, its important to follow instructions, lets try again- In through the nose, out through the mouth." The bull said as if correcting a wayward student.

Jackson gritted his teeth again, and inhaled lightly trough his nose and quickly puffed it out.

He felt the bulls hands just suddenly stop moving across his shoulders. He could sense the disappointment for a second, but just as quickly it turned into a rather kind and guiding demeanor, as if dealing with a puppy.

"Let's practice a few times, the bull said standing up, and pulling the sheet back up to cover Jackson's back again, then lifting it lengthwise on one side of the table, while asking Jackson to turn over and lay on his back. Jackson didn't like this one bit, but he complied nervously. Once on his back, after the bull lowered the sheet, he saw the massive male now stood over him at the head of the table. In the dim light he noticed the bull's bulge was awfully close to his face. And then the bull stepped even closer, reaching down at touching Jackson's lips with his huge finger.

"Now keeping your mouth closed, take a long deep breath in through your nose." He said.

Jackson could only stare at the bulls bulge that was less then an inch from his face, then looked past it at the bulls piercing green eyes and gulped. Jackson closed his eyes and inhaled deep through his nose.

"Now hold it" the bull said as the bulls finger moved to touch just above his upper lip, right under his nose. "Good girl, now out through the mouth." He said softly keeping his finger still as Jackson exhaled smoothly through his mouth.

"See Jacquelyn, thats easy. Do it again, but on your own for me." The bull cooed to him like someone thrilled a puppy followed a command. It was clear the bull would just make him try again and again if he didn't comply. Trying to not think about the bull crotch above his face his face, he kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath in and out.

"Wonderfull, you did it Jaquelyn! Now lets roll you back over and we can continue." The bull said happily.

Jackson told himself he needed to just go with the flow right now... just make it through this last humiliating session.

After he rolled over, the bull continued the massage, using his far more gentle technique he 'reserved for females'. It was a good massage Jackson hated to admit, except that it was the bull, and it felt like he used every word, touch, and tone to emasculate him.

When it was time to start on his legs, the bull pulled the sheet up from his feet to just above his butt, exposing the red panties. He started from Jacksons feet and worked slowly up both legs, until finally stoping at the pantie line.

He leaned in, and speaking in a low, and spoke in a deep sensual voice: "Now Jaquelyn, I know human males are rather pathetic in bed, unable to truly satisfy a woman's needs." The bull said as he gripped Jacksons panties, and slowly slid them down her thighs some, exposing his now smooth hairless ass. Then grasping Jackson's ass he kneaded the glutes as Jackson's pulse quickened in fear of what the bull would say or do next. "But don't worry, I am ...very experienced... in techniques to help relieve a females tensions." He whispered to Jackson seductivly as his huge finger slowly slid first between Jacksons cheeks, but then slowly around the front, past his sac, stoping on the tip of his steel cased cock, then jiggled the frustrated nub within. The bull's lips brushed Jackson's ear "I know how to make your clit just ...burst with pleasure." He insinuated as the huge bovine finger teased Jackson's locked cock.

The bull's other hand grasped the key he kept around his neck, and unlatching the key from the steel-bead necklace, then he reached under Jaquelyns hip slowly.

"But only if you want me to..." He whispered in her ear, pausing his hands, waiting for a reply, key inches from the locked cock...

Jackson hated that he was torn in two by indecision. He was so horny, and knew the bull could deliver a literal black-out orgasm... but it was still the fucking bull humiliating him. His throbbing locked cock was begging yes, his burning indignation was screaming no.

The bulls muzzle was right next to his ear, breathing slow and steady, his huge finger still tintillating the tip of his caged cock.

Pride and Need battled within him, but logic weighed in breaking the stalemate- surprisingly on the side of need.

He told himself that any chance for the bull to unlock him should be taken, it was just one more chance for the bull to mess up, and him to perhaps escape unlocked. He also told himself the burning need for pleasure had nothing to do with it.

"Yes." He whispered softly and shakily, despite his dry mouth. He was literally shaking in tense and nervous dread and anticipation.

The bulls lips curled into a smile "Good Girl." He cooed into his ear, and the bulls hand with the key slid further under her, reaching and unlocking Jackson's cock. One hand withdrew the tiny and confining steel tube, the other the key. And setting both aside, he leaned over him again, his now oiled hands moving back in, one finger between his cheeks started circling his opening teasing it, the other grasped Jackson's stiffening cock, tugging it down, towards the foot of the table.

In a both horrifying and exciting deja-vu, the bull tugged with one hand as the other finger slipped into him and started a slow trusting motion.

A quiet, partly suppressed awkward gasp left Jacksons mouth as the bull started. He was trying to stay quiet as the bovine worked him, slow at first but building up faster.

"Jaquelyn! Its ok! these rooms are soundproofed, you can cry out!" The bull said rather loudly as both his hands worked Jackson from both sides furiously.

Jackson didn't want to, but it was a huge stress on him trying to keep his embarrassing gasps of pleasure and strained guttural sounds quiet, and without anymore thought he let go of that stress, moaning and grunting aloud in time with the bulls actions. He was close, his eyes closed tightly, he didn't even realize how loud he was being. He was seconds from cumming, he started to thrust in and out of the huge hand and on and off the bovine finger, his world seemed to get dim, he was so close, he hit the point of no return-

Until the sound of the bull's cellphone ringing loudly snapped them both out of it.

The minotaur suddenly stopped and cursed as he withdrew both hands. The bull reached for a towel to clean his hands as the annoying device on the shelf nearby continued to ring loudly.

Jackson was devastated as his impending blackout orgasm suddenly turned instead into nothing but a ruined and unsatisfying drizzle. He could vaguely hear the bull answering the phone, but he didn't pay it any attention over his dry sob, as he felt only a somewhat pleasant drip, but not the orgasmic release that would have dimmed his vision and brought stars to his eyes. As he slowly became more present in the room again, he felt his now soft sensitive cock as he tried uselessly to rub it against the massage table. It was too late, he had been denied.

He started to notice the bull was talking to someone, facing the small counter and sink, he idly washed the cock cage that had confined Jackson the last two weeks.

"Ok, then try logging off and restarting the machine..." He said "...yes. And when it reboots log back in, but don't launch it right away." He said distantly as he helped someone troubleshoot.

Jackson started to realize he was unlocked, and the bull was distracted... he could just... leave. He eyed his pants sitting in the still ajar cabinet.

"Yes, so click next. What does it say?" The bull said as he turned the sink on, the rushing water providing sound cover. Jackson quietly dropped off the bed and grabbed his jeans, and watching the distracted bull he pulled them up, then headed for the door. When he gripped the door lever, it was locked. His heart almost imploded. He was trying to decide if he could take off the pants and get back on the table before the bull noticed, when a larger brown furred hand gripped his wrist.

"I have to go." Trageus said flatly in the phone, then pressed the red button on screen as he tossed the phone over his shoulder.

"Jaquelyn, what are you doing?" He demanded.

"I was... I..." Jackson couldn't form a reasonable defense.

"Were you trying to... getaway...to be a male again?" The bull both asked and reasoned aloud.

"But I am-"

Suddenly pulling Jackson by his wrist, he grabbed Jacksons belt that still unfastened by the buckle and yanked it hard, pulling it from his pant loops, providing the bull with a leather strap.

"Take those off now." The angry bovine commanded.

"I-"

"Now!" His voice was louder.

Jackson hadn't yet zipped or fasten his jeans, and sans belt, his releasing them from his grip let them slide down to his knees.

It was enough for the bovine, who pulled Jackson over to the table, and pressed him over it.

Jackson couldn't even get a word in before the first blow.

"Thwack!" The belt connected with Jacksons ass.

"Anhh!" Jackson screamed from the sudden strike.

"Thwack!"he didn't even get a chance to breath between the strikes.

"Ahhhhh!" He cried out weakly, tears forming in his eyes.

"Thwack!"he tried to scream stop, but it came out as gibberish.

When the bull stopped Jackson was a sobbing, crying mess.

"Bad girl." The bull said. "Say it. Say your a bad girl." The bull demanded angrily.

Jackson couldn't say it fast enough!

"I-Im a bad girl, I'm a bad girl!" He stammered between sobs.

The bull dropped the belt.

"Take those off. Stand up." He commanded.

Jackson meekly complied, stepping out if his jeans and stood facing the bull nervously.

The bull took the chastity lock in one hand and the key in the other and he re-applied it to Jacksons cock. As he locked it Jackson tried halfheartedly to intervene, but the bull swated his hands aside.

"Now I have to decide what to do with you." The bull said dissatisfied. Stepping away in thought, He walked over to Jacksons phone, picked it up off the shelf, and faced Jackson.

"Whats your pass code?" He said as he held the diminutive device in his huge hands.

"That none of your-" the look he received over the top of the cellphone silenced Jackson mid sentence. You could hear a pin drop.

"Um, it 2323" Jackson said uneasily.

The digital sound of keystrokes and an unlock sound filled the room. The bulls face was illuminated in the still dim room by the tiny screen. He was scrolling through Jacksons phone, and it felt so violating.

The bull seemed more upset a few times. He started a flurry of typing and taping. After some work, the bull set the phone down- notably in the masseuse's supply cabinet.

"You searched for lock picking, watched lock-picking tutorials, and ordered a picking tool kit...I canceled that order by the way." The bull said flatly, as he took something from the cabinet, and suddenly grabbing Jacksons left wrist, he applied one cuff of a pair of handcuffs, he then used Jacksons shocked reaction to take the other cuff and lock it to a steel frame under the head of the table. Jackson tried to resist, but with one arm out, and the bulls overpowering strength, it was pointless. The bull had a second set of cuffs, and attaching it to Jackson's right wrist, he pulled Jacksons arm to the foot of the table, to make him face the long side of the table, and pressed both arms out to the sides. The bull reached under the foot of the table and locked the cuff to the frame there, forcing Jackson in to a position arms spread, bent over the middle of the table, face down on the other side.

"This was supposed to be an slow easy process for you, but you've ruined that." The bull said standing behind him sounding upset.

"You and I were going to take our time, going step by step, getting comfortable together. You would have slowly found you place, in your own time." He said as he walked over to the supply cabinet. "But now I have to move things up, quite a bit actually." Trageus said clearly annoyed, with his tail swishing rapidly. He undressed in-front of Jackson, taking off his masseuse uniform, and stripped down to pelt. Folding his clothes and storing them in the cabinet, he then slowly he gathered a few things from there. Jackson tested and pulled on the cuffs, but they were steel, and locked to some steel bars that were part of the tables frame. He was breathing raggedly already when the bull turned around with a empty syringe in one hand as he filled it, drawing from a small glass vial.

"W-whats that?!" Jackson blurted out, now taken by a different fear.

The bull set the vial down in the cabinet, and walked silently around behind Jackson with the syringe.

Jackson pulled on the cuffs hard, and turned his head to see where the bull was going.

He started to shift his naked ass, moving it away from the bull as he approached.

"Hold still, you don't want to cause the needle to break off in you." The bull said as he gripped Jacksons ass cheek firmly. Jackson did hold still after a moment, as he wrapped his mind around thought and ramifications of breaking the needle in his cheek, and maybe getting stabbed in the ass again with a broken needle.

He felt a sudden pinch on his ass cheek, and a pressure as the bull injected something into him. Pulling the needle out suddenly, the bull walked back around into his line of sight.

"What was that?" Jackson demanded fearfully.

Putting the syringe away in the cabinet, the bull casually answered:

"Its a powerful anti-androgen." without even looking at him.

"A-a what?" Jackson shook as he looked up at the bull from his restrained position, unable to really comprehend in his panic.

"An anti-androgen, I just chemically castrated you." He replied casually over his shoulder as he rummaged the cabinet once more.

Jackson was reeling... castrated?

"This wasn't supposed to happen this way, but it was clear you didn't really learn your lesson after our last session. So I have to move you right to the middle of your training." The bull said. "-no more of us pretending You are a male... Your pathetic attempts at masculine behavior are what forced me to do this today." He said as he started moving back around behind Jackson again.

Jackson felt dizzy and faint as he almost hyperventilated. This couldn't be happening to him...

"You are Jaquelyn now, and you need to embrace your femininity." A powerful hand gently slid down his back.

"No!" He shouted trying to resist. He had to resist!

A huge lubed finger forced its way into his ass suddenly.

"Yes." The bull insisted as his finger applied lube instead of massageoil.

Jackson tugged on the cuffs and screamed angrily and incoherently.

Too bad the bull was done with talking. He took his finger out, and slathered his huge cock in lube. He had tried insinuating she was a girl, and he had tried telling her that she was a girl; so-far it just wasn't sinking in.

But now it was time for showing her she was a girl, he thought and touched the fat wet but tapered bull tip if his cock to her bottom and moaned loudly himself as he eased it in her.

Jackson cried out, his cries quickly changing from resistive shouts to regretful sobs. Trageus knew he couldn't hilt her right away, and tried to restrain himself. No doubt he was rough on her, but he had to help her, to show her who she really was inside. He slowly inched in, going as deep as she could handle, then pushing her just an inch more. He knew he had to be careful. But her resistance was dangerous too, He needed to move a lot faster then he had so far, faster then he really wanted to. But this was her decision he concluded, her actions forced him to act decisively.

"I need you to tell me that your my girl." The bull said loudly as he inched in and slid out of Jackson.

"Take it out!" He cried.

"No, first tell me that your my girl!" The bull said louder, sliding back in.

"Stop, I can't! I can't take it!" Jackson shouted.

"Then say it!" The bull pushed a bit deeper for emphasis.

"Stop! I-I'm your girl! Stop!" He shouted as he pulled on the cuffs.

"Again! Convince me that you think your my girl!"

"I am! I'm your girl, I'm your girl!" Jackson shouted.

"Whats your name, girl?"

"J-Jaquelyn..." she said in tears "-Please, take it out!"

Satisfied with her answers, but not able to get in as deep as he needed, he settled for keeping just his head in, and stroking-off into her. He furiously stroked with one fist, while he kept about 4-5 inches of him in her. He knew he could do it, and the beautiful view of his smooth girl bent and restrained infront of him was enough stimulation for him to shoot a load in her like that.

He came loudly in her, and after the pulsing stoped, he pulled the tip out, resting in between her cheeks for a breather.

She lay there sobbing softly.

Trageus cleaned both of them up with a towel and some wet wipes, it was good enough for now. He redressed, and then un-cuffed her from the table. She was quiet, other then occasional sniffle. He laid out some clothes for Jackson as she slowly stood up. The soft-blue panties were no surprise. The white thigh high stockings, soft-blue micro skirt, and white blouse were.

"Nooo..." Jackson whined softly, breaking into tears.

"Yes." The bull insisted firmly. "I'm skirting you today."

Jackson just shook his head pleadingly.

The bull stood stone still, arms crossed, stubborn. This was her decision.

"Please?" She begged.

The only response was a neutral expression changing into a angry one as the tip of his tail started to swish faster.

"Can't I-?"

"Get dressed, Now." The tone was authoritative and threatening.

With renewed tears Jaquelyn started to pull on her panties, then the stockings, it was strange and surreal to him, but she would get use to it.

Heading Home

They left out the back employee entrance, and the bull holding her arm, escorted her over to a giant luxury SUV. She walked slowly with a limp after he wrecked her ass, and the bull helped her along patiently. He opened the passenger door for her and helped her in, and buckled her in too.

As the bull pulled the SUV out of the parking lot,Jaquelyn noticed he turned the wrong direction, she lived to the south, but she stopped herself from speaking up. Her ass still hurt inside and out, she wasn't ready to upset him any further so she just looked out the window quietly, and wondered where he was taking her.