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Rory felt a tightness in his chest as he looked through the two-way mirror that let the people backstage look out onto The Busted Nut's main floor. The club was packed, it was so much different from the first time he'd seen it weeks ago, back when he still had a set of cummers between his legs. He looked down at himself now, he wasn't wearing anything other than a white tanktop, and a set of tight blue jean shorts that showed off his lack of bulge. The fabric kept rubbing against the brand that was fresher than the scar between his legs, the brand of the club that marked him as its property.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes as he thought about how tacky the symbol was, it was a male sign that had a circle around it with a line running through it. It not only marked him as a slave, but also cemented the fact that he wasn't a male anymore. He still remembered crying the first few nights as he thought about what he'd lost, but as time went on, the pain started to fade, and he got used to the place. Armie had helped him settle in quite a bit, Calvin had even instructed the horse to play "nurse" while the new steer healed.

He had to admit he enjoyed every second of it. The young Gypsy Vanner was very attentive to all of his needs, he made sure that every single one of the steer's erections didn't go to waste. Every time his dick would get up the young gelding would wrap his lips around that pole of flesh, and use his skill to get the steer off without busting open any of his stitches. And the night Sam gave him a clean bill of health he bent over and let the steer mount him... though as the weeks had gone on his erections had gotten far and few between, and now lately he was lucky if he could get his shaft to stay at half mast.

He knew that testosterone shots might give him that ability back, but he also knew they came with a price... they'd add another 5 years onto his contract, because steer's that could get it up didn't make as much money as those who couldn't. He looked at the stage to the left as he watched the busty elephant on stage slide her naked body along the pole, her tiny cock between his thighs, the estrogen that gave her the breasts of a porn star having also made her look more feminine, and if it weren't for the tiny dick between her legs Rory would have sworn she was a natural woman. The sight reminded him of his third option, the one that would make him lose the last of his masculinity and turn him into a women.

Armie had explained that those strippers always made the most money, because the "straight" men that came to see them were the best tippers. He knew if he went down that road it could take 7 years off his contract... but he'd lose even more of the little manhood he had left to do it. Rory had asked why Calvin didn't just hire women, and Armie replied "He wants to fill a niche, you can find big busted women on any street corner, but where can you find eunuchs, little dicked bitches with big tits, and studs all in one place? It really has a little something for everyone that's into that sort of thing."

Then he glanced over to the stage to the right from the center stage, the crowd was a little thinner there, but the tips seemed to be flowing well. He watched as a big burly bear ripped off his flannel shirt, leaving himself in nothing but a jockstrap that said "STUD" across the front, as a dreamy eyed Dalmatian in his 40s leaned up on stage with a $100 bill in his muzzle. Being a stud also meant they pulled double duty because they made the least of all of the types of strippers, so they would alternate duty as bodyguards to keep the men and few women in check. Parker was on guard duty tonight; he was dressed in his fine black suit, standing with his arms crossed, dark sunglasses, and an earpiece that looked right out of a made for TV FBI movie. The studs were also the only free men in the club, because it was a lot easier to fill the positions because the position always had a steady flow of volunteers. Unlike the eunuch positions.

Though, there were volunteers for them every now and then. Rory was a bit shocked to find would Armie had actually marched down here on his 18th birthday and signed a 15 year contract willingly. He said he'd snuck in a couple of times, and the thought of being made into an object for all kinds of males to use just turned him on so much, it was all he ever used to clop about. Plus, Calvin worked it into his contract to help pay for online classes for him to become an accountant if he decided this life wasn't for him.

And while the place had its perks... there were some downsides. If you weren't enthusiastic about your job on stage, your contract could be auctioned off to someone else, and Calvin had no control about what happened to you after that... Armie had told Rory that a while ago a guy named Ray who ended up getting sold to the local butcher. The thought made the new steer shiver, knowing he'd need to make sure he stayed off the auction block.

The red light backstage came on, signaling it was about time for Rory to get on stage. He stretched one last time, cracking his knuckles, limbering up as he walked behind the curtain, he could see Calf stealer across from him, smoking a large cigar as he had a chubby castrated otter and fox tend to him, the fox was polishing his hoofed feet as the otter rubbed at his shoulders through his fluffy red robe. He was talking to someone off stage, before the music began to change signaling both of them that it was time to head to the main event.

Rory watched as Calvin shed his robe, revealing he was wearing nothing but a pair of leather chaps, a jock strap, and a buttoned leather vest. He shoved his cigar into the otter's muzzle, and gave one last stretch, before the music kicked up and the two of them started to make their way out onto stage.

Even though they'd practiced this routine a dozen times, it still made Rory's heart pound. He had to do well tonight, this would be the night that set up the next few years of his life, and if he wanted happy ones he needed to do well. Calvin walked out onto the center of the stage, near the tall brass pole, a microphone was already hanging there waiting for him, and he grabbed it. "Most of you already know me as Calf Stealer, the steer that's been here long enough to have fathered most of the audience and my dancers... well, that is if I still had balls." There were some chuckles, and the steer smirked before he continued. "But you all know who I am, but today I want to introduce you to our newest dancer, Daddy's Steer." The old steer said as he drew the crowd's attention towards Rory. The red bull, knowing his cue, gave a wink and blow a kiss out into the audience as his tail flicked behind him. They cheered as he did, and Calvin spoke again. "Alright boys, he's a special one. He's was his daddy's own private rut steer before he came to work for us, he did all sorts of things for the pervy old man, a regular of our club that decided to have one of his own. Well, he grew tired of the boy and he decided he'd be a better fit here."

Rory held back the disgust inside of him, he knew that was all a big set of lies, but he also knew those men would eat it up. A dancer was only as good as their story, it's why so many were here to "pay for college" as they danced for the men that came to this club. Calvin needed someone to fill the incest position after one of his older dancers bought off their contract and went to go work for a local law firm. "But, there's something he doesn't know..."

Rory's ears perked up at that, realizing the steer had gone off script. "His daddy wanted to say goodbye... so I decided to let him fuck his boy one last time for free, before he had to start paying like all the rest of you. So if you will, welcome the man who spawned this steer and who spends a good chunk of his income at this club, Ronaldo Leroy."

Rory's eyes went wide, but he tried to keep a smile on his face as he felt a pain start to creep into his stomach, one similar to the one he'd felt when the knife sliced his balls from his body. He heard rustling behind him, and the otter from before was helping his father, who was naked, onto the stage as the chubby fox carried out a chair. They set the chair down, and Ronaldo gave a little wave to the crowd, before he took his seat in it. "Alright little rut steer, why don't you show your daddy what I've taught you."

Rory was screaming inside, he wanted to curse out the steer, but as he saw a wolf out of the corner of his eye bite into a burger, he decided that would be the best idea. He knew he didn't have time to hesitate, so he just turned around, and walked over to his father. He'd spent every day contemplating what he'd do if he ever say the bastard again, and now he was sitting in a chair right in front of him, those heavy bull nuts that had spawned him hanging off the edge. He wanted to take his hoof and with a swift kick show his father what it was like to be a steer, but something Calvin had told him danced through his head and stopped him. "You need to be professional at all times, I might even test you on this one day to see just how far you've come along. So be ready for anything."

The young steer had just never realized that this could be one of those tests... He took a deep breath, before he reached forward, tracing a finger down his father's chest as he bent forward, letting the audience get a nice view of his shapely ass as his tight jean shorts hugged every curve. "Oh daddy..." he whispered in the sluttiest voice he could muster. "I forgot just how big you are..."

The steer didn't see the self satisfied smirk curl onto the corners of the bull's muzzle. "Well, my dick was made to rut little steers like yours. Your's would never have gotten bigger than mine anyway."

Rory fought back a scowl, knowing everyone was listening and watching. Though, he knew his dick was already bigger than his old man's... well it was now, it might not be by the time he leaves this place. He just smiled, "That it is Daddy..." he forced out, "Now are you ready to mount your boy in front of everyone here?" The words made Rory's skin crawl, the thought of everyone seeing him be mounted by his father was horrifying, but he knew he had to do this no matter what.

"That I am, steer. Now why don't you take off your clothes for me and the nice people, and show them just how much you love Daddy's dick." The old bull said, a lusty growl to his voice as he did.

Rory stayed professional. He just giggled and said, "Yes sir." before turning around and wiggling his ass towards his father, as his hooves ran down his sides as the music played around him. He slowly grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and peeled it off, swinging it above his head before tossing it into the crowd, getting few lustful whistles as the shirtless steer, slowly slid his paws down to his tight shorts, undoing the button slowly, before sliding it down, and revealing the white jock underneath that read "steer" in black letters, getting a big cheer from the audience. He turned around, letting his tail flick above his round red rear, getting a few whistles as he strolled over to his father, and let his hoof slide up that long thick shaft.

The young steer had to hide his rage as he looked at those heavy balls that hung underneath that shaft, something he'd never have again. He could feel the pre already coming out of the tip of his father's shaft; knowing his father was enjoying this only fueled his hatred for the old man. But he stayed focused, trying to remember everything Calvin had taught him. He stroked that dick, "Oh god Daddy... you're dick is so huge, it's going to feel so amazing inside of me." Talking like that pained him to his core.

"Oh you bet it is, steer. I'm going to pound that sissy ass of yours. God, I should have cut your nuts off years ago..."

Rory fought back a cringe, "Oh Daddy... I would have loved that so much. I'm sure you and all your buddies would have loved to use my ass."

"Oh you bet your nuts on it!" The old bull moaned, before he busted out in laughter. "Oh wait, you can't!"

That's when it came to Rory... his dad didn't sell him to pay for his brother's college, no, he'd done this just to fulfill some sick twisted fantasy. And now he was trapped in his own personal hell, just to get the old man off. He was also about to help that old pervert get off to it on an intimate level. "Well that is true Daddy... you made sure of that, I'm just a steer now. Something for men like you to dump your seed in while the cows won't put out."

"And you're mother was one of those cows, it is why I always came here so much... and will keep doing so." He said with a grin and wink, telling Rory this would not be the last time he'd have to do this.

The red steer just sucked it up and slid into the bull's lap, where that thick pole that fucked his mother to bring him into the world was trapped between them. He reached down and pulled his jock to the side showing his limp dick hanging from between his legs and the fresh scar where his balls used to hang. He reached forward and took his father's slick cock, and began to grind his castration scar against his old man's shaft. "That's a good, steer." The old bull growled, letting the people around them hear it. "Rub daddy's dick against your scar, show me just how much you loved being Daddy's Steer."

Rory began to tune his father out, just giggling to anything that he said, forcing a smile as he ground his scar against his dad's shaft, letting his father feel like a real big powerful man. Well, at least that's what Calvin said it would do. Before he lifted up his hips, and let his his father's cock slide out behind him, letting that pole slide along his rounded chubby teenage ass, giving the whole room a nice view of the dick that would soon be inside of him.

He began to move his hips up and down, letting that shaft hot dog between his cheeks, teasing his father and making sure that he was almost ready to blow, before he reached back and took ahold of his father's dick, guiding the tip to his pucker. "That's it steer, let your Daddy fuck your hole."

"Yes Daddy." Rory managed to work out, before he closed his eyes, trying to relax as he let his weight ease him down onto that dick, shivering as he thought of how his father's shaft was now buried deep into his ass. He finally felt his ass meet with his father's hips, getting a grunt from his father.

"Mmm new steer's always have the tightest asses... Though, I'm sure in a few months that will change." The old bull said with a grin.

Rory ignored his comment that time, he just smiled and moved his tail out of the way, letting everyone in the room watch as he began to slide up and down along his father's dick, the shaft that had brought him into the world lewdly stretching open his hole. His father reached back and pulled his cheeks apart, letting everyone watching get a nice view of his father's dick fucking his hole.

Rory bit his lower lip as he felt his father start to thrust up to meet his ass on its way back down, each stroke of his father's cock would pound into that pleasure knot inside of him. His dick never seemed to get hard no matter how good it felt, it just laid half hard between his legs as his father pounded him like there was no tomorrow. He could feel the bull's heavy cummers slapping against his rounded red ass, the big bull under him panting, until finally a loud groan escaped his old man's lips, and he felt the same cum that made him pump into his ass.

*** Rory's whole body ached as he felt the 7th guy of the night dump a load of cum into his ass as his lips met with Calvin's, sharing a deep kiss as a wolf plowed the older steer from behind. His father had cum and left 45 minutes ago, and after the show Rory had given the audience, loose wallets had appeared and now money littered the stage. Calf Stealer's and Daddy's Steer's clothes lay long forgotten; they had been shed long ago so the men waiting in line could get at the clubs oldest and newest steers.

Calvin broke their deep kiss, panting as the wolf behind him roared and dumped a load into his ass before falling back into his seat, leaving a long sticky trail of cum across the stage. "Lay on your back, and lift your knees to your chest," Calvin said . Rory was so sore that he didn't have time to argue. He did as he was told and the older steer joined him, wrapping an arm around before leaning in to give him a deep tongue filled kiss. And that's around the time Rory noticed the video camera with the red record light that was just above the stage.

"You did well kid... tonight is going to look great up on our site." The old steer said in a lustful tone, his dick throbbing under his large cum smeared belly. Rory wondered if anyone who knew would see it, and if they'd soon come down to The Busted Nut to use the steer they once knew as a bull.