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"Today was such a good day" Harlow thought to himself. Not only did he get paid handsomely for the new blade he'd forged, but he had enough to finally buy something special for himself.

There was boy who had caught his eye who was always working half nude in his father's shop that big ass of his just begging to be plowed by the older male's bullhood. The boy had always said "everything in my father's shop was for sale" if only he'd known his father was also talking about him. The old blacksmith had slipped that shop owner a few gold coins, and with the dash of a pen that boy was his.

The look on the young bull's face was priceless, the disbelief in his eyes, followed by the anger and then sadness was just so sweet. They'd pinned him down, and dragged him off to the flesh mage soon after that. That old bear had cut him, sealing up his wound with his magic, leaving just a tiny pink scar that ran along where his balls used to hang. The mage had also branded him as a slave, leaving Harlow's mark right on the youth's perky red rear. The bear cast a spell shortly after that, causing the young steer to sleep as Harlow brought him to his new home.

Which is where they were now, Harlow had released the spell, letting the steer wake up in the bed where'd he'd spend every night for the rest of his life. The spell, castration, and long day having zapped most of the boy's energy, keeping him calm as his new master looked over him. The plump young steer laid on his side on Harlow's bed, sweaty from the hot day and the whirlwind events of the past few hours. Quinn had been Claimed by the huge backsmith, and that fact was filling him with such mixed emotions. He still had tears leaking from his eyes. His ass was still sore from the flesh mage's brand, he had a headache from the magic that was used to sever his horns, and his loins still felt the blade that cut off his plump young balls. But the steer still couldn't deny that he'd brought this on himself. He'd always thought of Harlow as handsome and manly; he'd dressed down on purpose to get the blacksmith's attention; he'd just expected if the older bull had noticed him, it would been more romantic... After all Harlow was one of the most sought after bull's in town, every girl wanted to be his cow, and the other bulls all wanted him to slide under their tails... But still, Quinn now found himself with his back turned towards the bull, quietly sobbing into his new owner's pillows, as Harlow's mass shifted behind him.

Harlow slid his hoof over one of Quinn's thick thighs, giving it a hard squeeze. That boy was already well on his way to making such a fine steer, he had such great groundwork. "What's the matter, lad?" Harlow asked a bit of concern in his voice. "I could always see the way you looked at me, those hungry eyes watching me with lust... Now you'll get access to my dick 24/7, isn't that what you wanted?" He knew for a fact it wasn't, but he just wanted to degrade the steer a bit. He decided not to give him a chance to answer, and instead he just slapped the boy's chubby ass. "Now up with you! I think we need to start with your training..."

The plump steer squealed when Harlow smacked him on the butt, the sore slave-brand stinging as his fat ass jiggled. Quin writhed on the bed, then nodded with a sob, and got up on his knees. He turned to face the bull beside him, his head hung low, looking down his rounded belly that hid his sheath and scared, chubby groin. "Y-yes sir, he replied.

Harlow growled lustfully. "Such a fast learner, let's see if you can keep it up... We'll start simple, and pay attention, because this is something you'll be doing every day after I get done with work. I want you to slowly undress me, start with my apron, then move onto my tunic, my pants, and then I'll have further instructions after that." The old bull could feel his shaft start to twitch.

The steer nodded, and shuffled over towards the big bull. He got close, closed his eyes, and wordlessly reached around the real male, his fat, nude, nutless body leaning over Harlow's lounging mass. He untied the blacksmith's thick leather apron and pulled it off, carefully pulling the neck strap off around his powerful horns. With it aside he started on Harlow's tunic, his chubby hands rubbing the bull's chest as he kneeled before his better, his plump thighs spread.

As those nutless thighs spread Harlow couldn't help but to reach out and stroke at the scar between them. "That flesh mage really had a knack for taking balls... Any other cuter would have made the former boy useless for days, but Bernard took such great pleasure in knowing his steers would be healed enough to be used that same day" Harlow thought.

"It's hard to believe those stupid little balls of yours wherever there. Mmm at least I have a coin purse coming to me later tonight and a nice set of drinking horns resting on my bedside table."

The fat steer gasped softly when the bull groped his plump crotch, the former boy bit his lip and tried to writhe away as the bull stroked his scar. "I...used to wonder if they'd get as big as yours one day," he confessed as Harlow played with him. "I daydreamed about getting to put my hands on yours...like, if I found you sleeping or something...and about you holding mine, and saying that i'd be a big bull someday..."

Harlow grinned, reaching down to untie my belt and pull out his fist sized orbs. "Oh they would have... I'm sure we would have had a matching set. I bet they would have even smelled the same..." With that he grabbed the back of his property's head, and gently forced him down to his crotch, letting the fresh gold nose ring of his steer bump against his black plums. "Smell them, steer." Harlow said with a deep grumble. "That's something you'll never have now... That scent is reserved for bulls with balls." He started to fondle that virgin prick as he spoke. "Mmm maybe I was a bit hasty... I should have trained you before I made you a steer. It might have been fun to watch you shoot as a bull a few times."

The young steer gasped as the huge bull wrapped around his limp dick, the last surges of testosterone getting his cock to rise from its sheath. His hot breath rolled across his master's balls, leaning in to kiss them, and really get a taste of what a real male should taste like... something he'd never be again. He put his fat chubby hooves on the blacksmith's balls, and massaged those heavy cummers, before he leaned down to lick off the sweat off those balls. The pain of losing his coming rushing back to him as that salty taste rolls across his tongue, making him cry silently to himself. "You...you have beautiful balls, sir," he young steer said quietly as he tried to please his new master. "As your steer, I'll help you cum as often as you want."

"Ohhh and it'll be often. You'll be on my cock almost all the time. I'll have you on your knees by my forge as I pound away at the metal and you suck on my shaft. And then after you give me a bath and feed me dinner, I'll take you and mount you in this very bed. I bet you'll start to forget where my cock stops and your body begins." He groaned as those chubby little hooves tended to his balls.

Harlow licked his lips and slid his paw down over the boy's back, over those mounds of red furred flesh, and let two fingers find that little virgin rosebud that lay between. He let out a little lustful rumble, before he pressed his fingers forward, letting that sink into that tight warm hole. "Mmm I bet you always imagined my fingers there, steer."

Quinn let out a loud moan as he felt that finger slide into his pucker, just like he used to do while he stroked his cock and imagined being in this same bed. He felt his legs tremble, not sure if he wanted them to close or spread open. "I...I imagined your hands on...my hips," he admitted, blushing. "Or-or on my...balls...holding...ahh," he gasped as Harlow teased and stretch his tight little hole, the former boy's breath blowing over the bull's big sac.

The old angus perked his ears at that, his foot coming up to rub at that nutless spot between the steer's legs, as Quinn kneels in front of him. "Hmmm what was that last thing, cow?" The bull asked as his proud bullhood started to drool against the boy's red furred cheeks, as that steer's tongue worked over his sweat covered balls.

The steer's fat rump trembled against his master's hands. "I...used to daydream about you...holding my balls as you had me...I...I had wondered if you'd squeeze them...or caress them...I wondered if you'd say you'd make me a steer..." he panted, nuzzling that big full sac. "G-guess that part came true..."

"Mmm I bet you were out in your daddy's woodshed, fingers knuckle deep in your ass as you stroked your little prick, whining and whimpering for me to take those balls of yours, pretending I was balls deep inside of that cute little butt... Until you blew your load thinking of what it'd be like to be my nutless steer." The old bull said with a rumble as he shoved a third finger into the steer's ass, and started to prod around inside, hitting the last place the steer could still get pleasure. "Mmm, but that's the past and this is now." The bull paused, his foot began to trace along that cock between the boy's legs, wondering how long it'd be before it stopped getting hard. "You really were meant to be a slutty cow, I really should have had the flesh mage put a pussy on you..."

Quinn paused for a moment, his dick pulsing against his master's hoof, before he paused a moment, and kissed the tip of Harlow's cock. "Master...I want you to like me...if...if you'd prefer me with just a pussy, then...then you should have the flesh mage do it..."

Harlow thought about it for a moment, before he looked down at the steer worshiping his dick, with a big grin. "I really like the idea of both... so I'll tell you what, I'll give you two options, cow. And pay close attention, because this is something I'll only offer once. The first one is where I let you pretend to be a bull one last time and mount me for the next few days until that pathetic prick of yours stops getting up, and then I show you just how much of a steer you've become. And the second gives you a chance to show just how much you want to please me. When the flesh made swings by to drop off my new coin purse, I'll slip him some coin and have him turn you into a proper cow. If you do this you'll have proved you've come to accept your life with me, and I'll grant you some more freedoms than I would if you were a steer. I might even let you wear clothing from time to time." The bull said as he rolled his hips as that steer's tongue slid down along his shaft. "Pick quick, or I'll decide for you... Clocks ticking."

The steer squirmed around the three fingers locked deep in his ass, and he wondered just what should he do... He could keep his cock and pretend to be a bull a little longer or he could lose it and be granted more freedom than he ever would as a steer. His ears flattened against his head, he blushed, and he looked up at his new master. "T-take my...cock," he whimpered as he trembled. "I'll never be a bull now...let me be your cow..."

"Mmm alright than..." Harlow said as his foot slid from the steer's drooling dick, if he was going to be a cow there was really no use in playing with it and letting him shoot, any swimmers left inside of him would just be absorbed anyway. "But first... all this talk has gotten me riled up, I want you to show me just how much of a good cow you are, and I want you to wrap that pretty muzzle around my dick and suck it like I'm sure you've always imagined."

Quinn gulped as he looked at the length in front of him, wondering what might happen to him if his teeth were to knick it. Harlow just grinned down at him as the former boy played with those big cummers, thinking about how making them empty would be about as close to cumming like a real man as he'd ever get again. He wrapped his lips around the head of that shaft, shivering as he tasted that salty sweet pre... wondering what his tastes like without any balls to back it up.

"Actually..." the bull said, before laying back on the bed. "I want to get a good look at my new girl's pussy, why don't you come up here and present it to me?"

Quinn blushed as he heard the bull call what was left of his manhood a "pussy". But he just nodded and did as his master wished. He climbed up on the bed and he slid his thighs to either side of the bull's chest, giving the bull full access to his crotch and ass as his red furred belly rubbed against the black bull's larger one. He looked down at the drooling tip before him, before he wrapped his lips around it, and began to let his long bovine muzzle slide down his master's shaft.

"Mmm you're such a good girl, with some training that muzzle of yours will be better than any whore's in the city." The bull groaned, as he pressed his nose right against the spot where the balls of a bull once hung. He breathed, taking in the steer's scent. The traces of a bull's musk still lingered, but it was already starting to fade. He felt his cock pulse in his steer's muzzle, it made him feel so powerful knowing he'd taken away the thing that made this steer male, and he was about to take away even more. Soon he'd be even less than a male, he'd be his cow, for Harlow to use as a bull should.

Quinn felt that bull's dick surge inside of his muzzle, that cold wet nose brushing against his fresh scare making him shiver in delight. He began to bob his head up and down on that shaft, it was the perfect size, it'd fit comfortably inside his long muzzle, just tickling the back of his throat as his ringed nose would press right into those big manly balls. That dick was already better than any he'd ever sucked before... his school mates had nothing on the bull who was now licking at his castration scare. He took in a deep breath, inhaling that manly scent... one he'd never have again. He wondered for a moment what he'd smell like when the flesh mage was done with him. Would he just have no scent at all or would the mage do something to make him smell like a real girl?

Harlow groaned, licking softly along that scar as the boy's dick pulsed against his fat belly. "You really have the perfect body for a girl... you have fat in all the right places, you're daddy should have castrated you years ago and rented you out to me... we could have had a lot of fun." He said with a moan as he eyed that boy's tender rose bud, nuzzling his way up to it to slide his tongue across it. "Mmm I can't wait until my tongue can slide into your real slot..."

Quinn felt the bull thrust upwards with that, making him gag a bit around the man's length, and those fat cummer's slap him on his nose. He was still impressed with just how big they were, they were enormous compared to the size of his owner's dick... he actually found it really sexy, he'd always really liked balls. He wondered if that's the reason he wanted his gone, just so he could play with more bulls that had them.

"I think I'll have him throw on a nice pair of tits too... You already have a start on a good set, but I want to feel those utters wrapped around my dick as that muzzle teases the head of my shaft until I paint them with my "milk"." The bull said with a lustful snort, his balls began to pull up, and Quinn realized that he was about to get his first taste of that bull's "milk" himself. He closed his eyes and began to move his head a bit faster, sliding his lips over his blunt teeth, so he could start to squeeze down.

Harlow gave a lustful rumble, his hips started to thrust up into his new "cows" muzzle as he imagined what it was going to feel like as his fat balls tapped against her ass for the first time as he broke in her new slot. He let out a groan, and with one powerful thrust he began to pump his heavy load into his new cow's muzzle...

Quinn's eyes went wide, and he began to choke on that massive load which was filling his muzzle. He tried to swallow it all, but it was just too much for him to handle, he felt it start to dribble out of the corners of his muzzle... those fat balls made his new master spew more than any of his school mates put together. It was just like what he imagined it would be when he was alone with his knuckles buried in his ass, as Harlow had put it. Quinn tried to suck up what he could as the bull's seed finally stopped pumping, sliding his muzzle down so he could lick around the base of the bull's dick, cleaning up what he could as he took another good whiff of the bull's balls.

Harlow rumbled, his tongue sliding down to lick across the former boy's needy prick, shivering as he reveled in the fact it'd never squirt again. He grinned, that steers muzzle doing its best to clean him up after the load he'd been saving all day just for his new steer... It was just going to be the first of many that night, but the next time he blew his load that night, it'd be right into his cow's new pussy...