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"You know the cost, boy."

For the outside viewer, Brian was an alpha bull. His huge pecs, straining, flexing and barely hidden by the low cut sleeveless rag that barely passed for a shirt. The shirt allowed his pinkish, perky nips to poke out of his shiny and short black fur that was slick with sweat. The low cut of the shirt allowed his toned abs to be visible, and the lack of sleeves meant his muscular arms and huge biceps were left unconstrained.

The shirt may have even served a practical purpose from all the muscles, just enough fabric to pass any "No Shirts, No Service" policy, but leave the bull comfortable. And despite how stereotypes might be, even his legs were thick and muscular, left bare for all to see as they pulsed with power. But they weren't the main attraction. Underneath his thin tail was a perfectly round and toned ass that threatened to rip the bull's athletic shorts, as was the bulge in front that also threatened to rip the shorts.

Like all bulls, Brian had a very hefty set of balls. If the bull wasn't laid down or cradled those large apple-sized orbs in a jockstrap, the bull's balls would dangle down just above his knee. Such a lovely set. As for his cock though? There was a reason the balls took most of what little space was allowed by the jockstrap.

I looked to his head, his pearly horns like his balls would be the pride of any male. His mouth wasn't visible, though the golden ring through his snout moved as the bull flared his nostrils at me. And his eyes? Brown and dull, yet from how they moved or didn't as they just glared at me, it was clear he was angry.

"Having fun?"

He huffed and his face twisted further in anger. There was another round of grunting and groaning as he fought against the bounds again, yet there was not even a creak. The titanium bands crossed at certain points of his body ensured that he would remain secured to my "chair".

I could only smirk at Brian's struggle. The poor bull tried so hard to escape, but it would do nothing. That mouth of his was gagged with a shiny red ball, secured to his head with leather straps. From my leather apron, I took out a knife and with two slashes turned his gym shirt to rags, which I then tore off of him. There was little more to be revealed, but I still couldn't help but leer.

His muscles flexed and strained, perfectly visible to me. I put my foot down on a pedal at the base of the chair, moving it to a lie-flat bed position. I just stared at his angry eyes, slobber dripping down from the gag as he tried to shout. It's pretty much hopeless for him now. With a gloved hand, I grab one of his balls, making him squirm even more.

"Shame about these." I joke as I rip the shorts down, revealing that stretched out jockstrap and splotch of wet where his cock is. It was a positively massive bulge, the fabric nearly taut from the sheer size of the balls. I place the knife down and feel them through the cotton. Examining them, fondling them, playing with them. All causing the wet patch to grow.

"My, how horny you are? How long have you been denied" I pull down the strap, releasing his massive balls and revealing a glimmer of silver buried right above them? Alongside was a metal ring that kept the chastity cage to his body and his balls easily presentable. I reached my fingers into the "hole", trying to find the top of the nub cage.

Even through the gloves, everything felt sticky and slick. The tips of my finger touched metal. I swirled them around and stroked it, my ears picking up the bull's changing tone from groans to something more akin to moans. I bring my fingers out and look at them, clearly seeing the string of pre between them.

"You clearly love this don't you?" To which the bull replied with his head tossing around in a no. I brought my sticky fingers to Brian's face, who tried to pull away as much as he could. Not that he could do much, as his head was already firmly against the steel surface of the table. I slathered the sticky substance all over his nose and gag, making him groan.

"Tasty?" I jest as he glared at me.

I moved over to the end of the table, grabbing some string I kept nearby. With the white cord in hand, I tie it around each ball of the bull's who still kept trying to escape, or move away from my hands as far as possible. It was expectedly pointless as I pulled the balls down as far down the table as possible before tying the string to an anchor point. I glanced at Brian. His eyes had widened and his brows unfurrowed. He shook his head more and mumbled. Begging. Even if I could make out the pleas and regrets of his situation, his mind realising what he had chosen, I still wouldn't listen. The deed was done.

His balls were held so taut that with the scrotum pulled as well, the chastity cage became unburied, almost. The bull fell silent, probably out of fear of what was going to be done

It soon ended with me grabbing one of the balls. His screams filled the room as his already stretched balls were sensitive to any touch, but my gloved hands squeezing caused tears to flow from his eyes. They were firm, almost hard. Rubbery and large. The balls themselves already stretched the scrotal skin tight. So full, so denied, so sensitive. Each prod or touch of my fingers on those overfilled orbs made the bull shudder.

Finally, I let go and Brian sighed. Even if he wasn't gagged, the only sounds that would come out of him would be incoherent mumbling.

The room took a stench of sweat, musk and of most of all, fear. Despite all that happened, a pool of pre had formed in the cavity of his caged cock. I turn around, walking away from the table. Muffled questionings were behind me. The bull won't be able to see anything from afar, but my fingers were running across a selection of tools that were hanged on the wall. At the near end, I grab one, the rubber grip making the unwieldy weight at the end more bearable to hold.

For a smaller creature, what I held in my hand as I stepped back to a now terrified bull would be considered a sledgehammer. I gently rest the end of the hammer next to the bull's shivering head, letting him have a good look at it. His wet eyes reflecting off the polished vanadium coating.

I could just about hear him mumble a please.

I stroke his head like a parent would to a child, a mock comforting of the soon to be gelding. I lift the hammer off and grab a heavy, steel block I left near the table. I moved it under his balls and positioned the hammer right over his left ball. The flat and banged out surface of the hammer-face resting on his balls, positioning the hammer for the strike. The string doing his job as all around the hammer, the bull was frantically struggling. Brian was doing anything he could to get away from what was going to happen next.

With both hands, I grabbed the hammer and lifted it up as high as I could and struck down with all my force.

For a moment, everything slowed down and became silent. I could still see everything and feel everything as my hands brought the hammer down. It slowly moved in front of me as all I heard was my breathing. I could still see the struggles of the bull but didn't turn to look at him in the face. I felt the hammer ploughing through the air as I pushed it down with my arms. I didn't blink or close my eyes when the hammer finally met the flesh.

I watched with great intensity as the face of the hammer hit the bull's left ball, dead centre. The tender flesh is pushed by the hammer until it meets the block underneath. Then the hammer went further and further into the flesh as the ball was squashed under it, turning flatter and flatter and pushing against the scrotum. Then it broke.

First, there was a tear as blood came rushing out, the testicle lost its shape as it was flattened, and with a pop, the ball itself was pulverised and flesh flew out from where the hammer hit. Blood and guts spilt all over the block as I felt the hammer meet it. With nothing to hold, the string over the left nut flew off, taking some flesh with it too. The silence broke with a dampened pang and the animalistic screams of the bull.

With it, time returned to normal, bodily carnage where Brian's left nut was. His sack was torn completely, and that orb smashed. I looked at it in cruel delight as I paid no attention to the hysterical bull. I lifted the hammer up again, gore and blood falling off it as I prepared the next strike.

Unlike before it happened in real-time, in one moment there was still a ball, in the next a reddish mass where the hammer struck. With the strike of that hammer, the bull slowed his struggling before he stopped moving, freezing in place. I stare at the bull, his eyes wide in shock. He must've fainted from the sheer pain. Oh well, Brian won't even get to witness it. With the balls gone, the cage was next to falling off. It was a quick and simple pull and the bull was finally free from it. His shrivelled up cock hiding within the distended scrotum. I didn't even need to unlock it, after all, I couldn't even if I wanted to. The welding of the cage to the ring prevented that.