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"C'mon, bro, you totally got this," Cyrus nodded, the thick brass ring hanging from his nose swinging. Ferd stared up at him from below, first seeing the underside of his bulge, then his abs arcing overhead, his pecs above those, and his head and horns poking out somewhere way up atop that pile of muscle.

Ferd took a little air in and doubled his efforts, using the last ounce of strength in his bulging pecs and triceps to shove the bar upward. "Rrraahh!" he grunted, straightening his arms.

"Good, good bro, perfect," Cyrus cooed, guiding the bar pack into place.

Ferd let go, his arms falling to his sides, the big bull panting on the bench. His pecs were burning from this new workout Cyrus had gotten him into, and his arms had pretty much given out. "Please tell me that was our last set for the day," Ferd groaned as he sat up.

"Hah!" Cyrus snorted, clapping his hands and pawing the ground with one hoof as he laughed. "Don't worry, bro, I was totally the same way at first, but bull, once you've gotten into it, this shit works." He flexed his own impressive pecs and arms, clear evidence that he was onto something here.

Cyrus hadn't been nearly that big two months ago, Ferd could tell, his bullbro having made rapid development over the last few weeks. The two bulls worked in the same building, and Ferd was one of the few office workers who weren't dismissive to the janitors and building staff. They shared a breed and were both workout guys, so had an immediate connection. When Cyrus had started blowing up this last month, Ferd had actually thought he was on 'roids or something, but Cyrus had sworn up and down that he wasn't. "Seriously, bro, it's this new gym I'm going to. They got this totally different philosophy toward workin' out. I ain't gonna lie, it's weird, but it gets results, man." Ferd couldn't argue with that, so when Cyrus had invited him down on a guest pass, Ferd had accepted.

Cyrus wasn't lying when he said the place was a little odd. "Don't worry about bringing workout clothes," Cyrus had told him, "there's a uniform they give you." He hadn't mentioned to Ferd that the entirety of the uniform was a super tight, super skimpy thong and some disposable slip-on rubber shoes. "The idea is to force you to pay attention to your body, bro. It's weird at first, but you watch yourself in the mirrors as you do the workout and you'll notice all sorts of things about your form." He'd been right about that, and Ferd had found out why his right arm was always a little bigger - he led with it on most exercises, putting a little more weight on it than his left, but hadn't noticed until hed been able to watch his muscles move beneath his fur.

Of course, before that, they'd made him stand in the showers while a pair of super-femmy little skunkboys ran clippers up and down his tight, muscled bod. Ferd's coat wasn't that long to begin with, but they shaved him down to about a quarter of an inch, enough that he was only just barely the right color. "Bro, see how much better you can see things now?" Cyrus had flexed in front of the mirror, then made Ferd do it. He'd been right about that, too, but Ferd still felt weird. Still, he'd stuck with it, partially because Cyrus kept goading him on whenever he made bleats about quitting, and after a week, had to admit they were onto something here. He'd signed up earlier today.

Ferd stood up, his thick legs still a little shaky from the squats yesterday, and pulled his towel up off the bench to wipe his forehead. The two bulls started to make their way across the weight room to the showers, when they heard a voice behind them. "Hey, you two! Bullboysss!"

"Huh?" they turned to see one of the trainers, a short but thickly muscled snake, standing next to the bench they'd been using. His uniform thong was red, not white like theirs were, and it stood out against his shiny black scales even as it struggled to contain the wide bulge formed by his twin hemipenes. When he saw them turn, he held up a hand, waving them back over. "Something wrong?" Ferd asked.

"You didn't wipe down the bench. Look at all that sssweat," the trainer pointed.

"Huh?" Ferd looked, and indeed, the thing was glistening with what was undoubtedly his sweat. He tried wiping it off but his towel was already soaked, which explained why. "Oh, sorry...see? My towel's all wet. Let me get a clean one."

"Don't worry about it," the snake waved over one of the janitors, a stoned-looking panther making his way around the room, cleaning around the muscleheads. "Clean this up," the snake told him, the feline nodding blankly and getting to work. "As for you two, follow me," the snake waved.

Ferd got the feeling he was being marched to the principal's office, particularly when the snake opened up one of the several doors leading off the weight room. "Is something wrong? I'm sorry we forgot to wipe it down; we just had our towel down so figured it would work..." Ferd tried to get more info. Cyrus just followed along behind him, his eyes glazed over, a stupid grin on his face.

"I'm afraid you've broken the gym'sss rulesss," the snake shut the door behind them, then pointed to a giant copy of the rules on one of the walls. "Number twelve. Always wipe down sssweaty equipment. What'sss the punisssshment for failure?"

"Uh..." Ferd bent down a little to read it. "Oh...uh, it says...'Gelding.' Wait, what?" he stood up, his eyes going wide. "Does that mean what I think it means?"

"Aww," Cyrus bleated a little, seeming mildly put out. "We gotta lose our balls? That sucks," Cyrus sighed.

"Wait, you're kidding, right?" Ferd looked back and forth from his buddy to the snake. Cyrus looked funny; the pupils of his eyes were really small, and he seemed out of it, unfocused. The snake was staring right at him, though, and Ferd found his eyes drawn to the reptile's.

"You sssigned a contract ssstating you would abide by all the rulesss and ssstipulationsss of the gym. I assssume you read them?" Actually Ferd hadn't, figured it would just be all the usual stuff. Considering how weird this place was, that was clearly a bad idea in retrospect. "Not that it mattersss. The prossscribed punissshment for leaving a maccchine sssoaked in ssssweat is clearly ssstated, and you consssented to it when you sssigned the memberssship documentsss. You sssigned an oath. If you broke your word, you wouldn't dessserve to have tesssticles anyway, now would you?"

"Well, no, but...it's just a sweaty machine. How is that worth gelding us?" Ferd bleated, almost hysterical. Was this some crazy practical joke? "Dude!" he cried to Cyrus, who was just standing there with that dopey grin on his face.

A door opened on the other side of the room and another snake stuck his head in. "Go with him," the trainer said to Cyrus, and then to the other snake, "Geld it." The other snake nodded, taking Cyrus' hand and leading Ferd's apparently zombified friend to the back. He then turned back to Ferd, placing his hands on the bull's thick shoulders and looking him straight in the eyes again. "You broke the rulesss, bull. Punissshment is necccesssary, or chaosss will ensssue. You broke the rulesss. You mussst be punissshed."

The snake's intense gaze seemed to bore a hole into Ferd's brain, making an opening for his words to penetrate Ferd's consciousness. He kept trying to look away, but couldn't, all his muscles seemingly frozen into place. His brain seemed to have locked up, too, the bull unable to pull away or to ignore the snake's words. He could feel himself being pulled downward, into a hypnotic trance, and tried desperatly to fight it, but, like everyone else, he couldn't fight it forever. Ferd eventually had to let go, his conscious mind dragged downward into a deep trance. His eyes glazed over and his muscles went slack, the bull no longer able to fight it.

It felt so nice, after his rough workout, just standing here, his muscles slack, eyes half-closed, listening to the snakes' relaxing hisses in his ear. Ferd was enjoying the relaxation, when "...and you'll wake up. Now!" The snake snapped his fingers in front of Ferd's face, and he came to with a start.

"Whoah...sorry, I kinda zoned out, there," he shook his head, blinking. He felt pretty good, at least - nice and relaxed after that workout.

"It'sss alright," the trainer nodded, grinning as amiable as a snake could. "Ssso you underssstand now why thisss needsss to be done to you? Why you mussst be cassstrated?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." Ferd sighed. "I didn't mean to be a dumbass back there or anything; I was just confused about the rules. I mean, it sucks and all, but, eh," Ferd shrugged. "I get it now. I totally deserve it - it's my fault for not paying closer attention, and clearly indicative of my unfitness for breeding."

"That'sss good," the snake nodded. "Acccept your role in life, bull," he crossed his arms over his own thick chest.

"Yessir, I am clearly a sub-male," the bull nodded, "I will obey my superiors." Of course he would, now. Ferd now understood his place in life, his place on the food chain. He was an herbivore, not a predator. His purpose in life was to collect caloric energy into his body, creating meat with a high-energy density, allowing his betters to consume the calories they needed without having to graze all the time. His other ambitions - career, work, family - were just pipe dreams, silly fantasies best forgotten. Now his only goal in life was to get as big as possible, to provide the best meaty nourishment he could to whomever would eventually consume him.

"Good. Head on back," the snake guided him toward the door Cyrus had gone through with a scaled hand on his ass, pushing the entranced bull through the door and down the hallway. There was a room with a table and stirrups hanging from the ceiling. Cyrus currently occupied it, the snake he'd seen earlier working between Ferd's buddy's legs. He already had one nut out, Cyrus' fist-sized testicle laying bloody on his belly.

"Hey, bro," Cyrus grinned languidly at him, and Ferd stepped up to his side. "You get all straightened out?"

"Yeah," Ferd nodded, "I was just confused."

"About the rules?" Cyrus grinned. "Or gettin' cut?"

"About a lot of things," Ferd nodded.

"Oh, yeah," Cyrus got serious. "You know, this is really so much better than what we would've had...getting fat somewhere, maybe knocking up some cow and saddled with a bunch of calves we can barely afford? This way we get to do what we're good at, bro."

Ferd understood all of this, now, and just grinned dumbly back at his bro, no words really necessary. They both turned to look as the snake lay Cyrus' second nut on his belly. "Whoop, there it is. I'm officially steered," Cyrus smirked and nodded slowly. It was much longer before the snake had him stitched up nice and good, that big sac emptied out and taped up. Cyrus pulled his hooves out of the stirrups and stood up, his legs wobbly for a second. "Feels nice," he grinned, taking a little hop and feeling how his cock hung differently. "Your turn, bro," he clapped Ferd on the back.

Ferd nodded and lay down on the table to be gelded. The snake pulled the stirrups up, and he cooperatively raised and spread his legs, sliding his hooves in. He stared up at the ceiling, Cyrus standing behind his head and looking down, hands on Ferd's pecs, massaging them to try and keep his bro calm as the snake spread orange disinfectant all over Ferd's already-trimmed crotch and readied a fresh set of tools. "How bad does it hurt?" Ferd asked.

"Pretty bad, but you can take it," Cyrus nodded. "Alright, get ready," he nodded, but Ferd knew already the doc was about to get started when he felt the snake's scaly hands on his sac. The snake gave no warning before pressing the blade into the skin of Ferd's scrotum, making a slit down the left side.

"Nnnh," Ferd grit his teeth but took it like a bull.

"Doin' good, bro, doin' good," Cyrus kept rubbing his pecs, moving up to his neck and shoulders every now and then.

Ferd did his best not to squirm as the doc fished out his ball. The second slit in his sac was easier to take than the first, but the extreme discomfort of the forceps scraping around inside his sac, detaching his testicle from the surrounding tissues and fishing it out the hole he'd slit. He could feel them both hanging, only hurting a little except when they bumped together, sending little explosions of pain up his spine.

"Aaah!" he bleated aloud when the snake sliced off his left nut, his ass squirming in the seat. He panted rapidly, Cyrus now holding him down to the table. "Fuck that hurt!" he bleated, tears welling up in his eyes. Ferd caught himself, intentionally slowed his breath and regained control of himself as the doc tied off all the cords.

He felt the snake take his remaining ball in hand, the slight pressure of the scalpel. Ferd could take it, though, he knew, he just had to grit his teeth and get through it, like he had those bench presses.

"C'mon, bro, you totally got this," Cyrus nodded, the thick brass ring hanging from his nose swinging. Ferd stared up at him from below, first seeing the underside of his bulge, then his abs arcing overhead, his pecs above those, and his head and horns poking out somewhere way up atop that pile of muscle.

Ferd took a little air in and doubled his efforts, closing his eyes and tensing his whole body, steeling himself for the slice. "Rrraahh!" he grunted, but didn't move a muscle as the snake sliced away his other testicle.

"Good, good bro, perfect," Cyrus cooed, kneading Ferd's pecs, coaxing his buddy to relax. As soon as the doc finished tying off the second set of cords, he did, his muscles all going limp, the sweat pouring off him turning cold. His breathing slowed and Ferd's mouth slowly stretched into a wide grin.

"Please tell me that was the last cut for the day," Ferd groaned. He could feel little pinpricks...stitches?

"Yeah, bro, you're nearly done," Cyrus nodded. Indeed, only a minute or two later, the snake had cleaned Ferd up and taped his sac up tightly to his cock, like he had Cyrus'.

Ferd wanted to get up, but the snake stopped him, first injecting a pellet into his forearm. "Sssteroidsss...nothing dangerousss, jussst sssomething to let you keep building mussscle. It's time releasssed and lastsss sssix monthsss. Come back when it'sss completely disssolved. And _now_ you're all done, sssteer," the snake nodded to him, helping him out of the stirrups and to his feet. "Be sssure to keep it clean. The ssstitches will come out in two weeksss. Tell one of the trainersss if you get an infection or have any complicationsss," the snake told them both.

"Yessir," the freshly nutted steers nodded in unison.

Twenty minutes later, the two had showered and dressed and were on their way out. Ferd felt all the extra room in his crotch and how much more comfortable his pants felt, all as he basked in the afterglow of a good, hard workout. Of course the best part was, now he knew how his whole life would go. There was no longer any need for him to go out on weekends, trying to find a mate. Career advancement was pointless, so what was the point there? He could just get an easy job being a janitor, like Cyrus, then not need to worry about whether he had time at lunch to work out or could save money for a retirement he'd never have. All he had to do now was feed himself and get bigger, and if his meat got some extra seasoning every now and then, so much the better.