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The Blake Academy for Domestic Servants -- or as some called it, Steer School -- was a large building that backed against a ridge with a sweeping view of the town below. It had all the appearance of a tall and stately mansion, only the large parking lot gave a clue that it was not a single-family residence. And now it had a visitor. As soon as he pulled up to the front steps, a brown bull in a tailored suit materialized to greet him.

"Good afternoon, sir," the young bull said calmly, "Welcome to the Academy for Domestic Servants. Will you need your car parked, sir?"

The Holstein bull pulled off his sunglasses, before slipping them into the pocket of his suit jacket. He shook his head, "No, my chauffeur will find a place for it." His eyes traced up and down the young bull, wondering if all the boys were going to be this handsome today. He smiled, and reached forward to shake the lad's hand.

"I'm Johnny Jefferson by the way, I have an appointment with your dean today. Unfortunately his name slipped my mind, an Angus called Cam-something, right?" The older bull asked as his eyes tracing down to the spot between his legs to see if the young bull was really a bull.

John could see the young bull drawing up and squaring his shoulders just a little as he was looked over...and he was a bull, from the cut of his pants, and the light musk that surrounded him, even though his suit. It wasn't a hostile gesture though...It took John a moment to realize the young brown bull could tell he was being checked out and was consciously showing off. He was fit, and young, with a sternly cut face and well-polished horns, and his manor was polite and professional.

"Cameron Willis, sir. He's expecting you. Please follow me." The young bull turned and led the older gentleman in...and yes, he had a nice firm rump under his slacks.

The inside of the school furthered the illusion of a private home, with a grand foyer, and huge staircase sweeping down from the second level. "Mr. Willis' office is upstairs," the young bull explained as he walked.

Johnny marveled at the mansion, it reminded him of the manor from the x-man comics, though, this had a more interesting result for its students. The bull led John down a hallway past what appeared to be classrooms, at last; with many other males seated at desks; then bed and bathrooms, and what looked like a massage parlor. Though, he couldn't help but watch that young bull's ass as he walked, that suit clinging to it, showing off everything he had to offer as he was lead upstairs.

"Please let me know if you need anything, or if you have any questions at all." The young bull said.

He smiled, and nodded at the polite young bull. "I'll keep that in mind, kid." The holstein was already imagining just what that young brown bull could 'help with' depending on how today's meeting went.

Once the young bull disappeared, he walked up to the office door and knocked. As he waited for a response he looked around at the sharply dressed young lads walking by. They had books, fine suits, and he found himself wondering just how many were still intact like the boy that had brought him here and how many had already ascended one step closer to graduation.

The Dean didn't keep you waiting long. The door swing open to reveal an older male, tall, thick, and heavy; he had thick, strong arms and legs, a broad chest, broad round belly, bit of a double-chin, and obviously greying in parts of his glossy red fur....and he was certainly a steer. The cut of his pants and his neutral scent let John know that right away.

"Ah, Mr. Jefferson, please come right in," the Red Angus steer said, meeting the bull's eyes and giving him a firm handshake. He could act like a bull when he needed to, it seemed. His office was simple, but tasteful; it had a window onto an interior courtyard, a nice chair, oak desk, a computer on one side. "I'm Cameron Willis. Please make yourself comfortable," the steer gestured to an upholstered chair, "and let me know if my students can get you anything."

The bull looked over that steer, thinking of how opposite they were. While he had strong arms and a chest shaped by the testosterone coursing through his system, and his scent drifted into the air letting everyone around him know what he was, this former male was more like a cow. It was a much different experience than what he was used to.

"A bottle of water would be nice." The bull said as he sat down in the chair in front of the steer's desk.

"Though, I am excited to get started. A friend of mine can't stop raving about the steer he just hired from your school. He told me he's going to slowly convert his whole staff over to kids from your halls. I can't wait to see what the fuss is about for myself, I'm having a hard time imagining just why a steer from your school would be better than some bull."

The fat steer pushed a button on his desk. "Sam, please bring a bottle of chilled water for our guest." A reply came and Cameron sat down. "Well, it sounds like your friend is filling your ear with the answer to that question," the steer replied with a broad smile.

"But in honest fact, this academy provides a lot of useful training. We immerse our students in the domestic servant lifestyle; we cultivate the most desirable attitudes, we train them in any skill you might need for a servant, from cooking to Swedish massage; we educate them in everything from wine appreciation to interior design, to make sure that everything you have them do will be done right. We also train them how to live as steers...When you hire on a servant from our academy, you get an educated, capable, well-mannered and well-adjusted servant who will see to your every need without hesitation."

"But," the fat steer said, leaning back in his chair, "if you'll allow me to make an inference...the question you're really asking is, why a steer at all, and not a bull."

The bull heard footsteps behind him, and he heard a "Here you go, sir." He turned his head and smiled as he saw the younger bull standing next to him, his eyes wandered to his crotch to double check the bull part, and the cut of the pants confirmed it. He took the bottle of water as that young highland bull smiled at him, his shaggy hair covering his eyes like was customary for that breed. The highland bull smiled back, and stepped away to wait quietly by the door, in case he was needed again.

"Ah thank you, Sam." John took it and unscrewed the cap. "I guess that is the question, Mr. Willis. I'm not sure why you castrate your bulls. Not that there's anything wrong with steers like yourself, but I can't really figure out why people think professional steer servants are better than professional bull servants." John explained.

"It comes down to personal preference, really," the old steer replied with a smile. "We do hire out intact bulls as well, on occasion. With the level of training and acclimatization we provide, I'm confident that any of our intact students, at the graduate level, would be a satisfactory servant to anyone. But steers are very much in demand. And the reason for that? Well Mr Jefferson, it comes down to sex." Cam said bluntly.

"Steers are expected to provide sexual services to their masters, as well as the more standard domestic duties. A good steer can entertain a bull in bed as well as any cow; plus they're discreet, undemanding, and they don't get pregnant," the old steer added with a wry smirk. "Again, all our bulls are fully trained in this sort of thing, but steers, by nature, have a servile, submissive attitude. In bulls this must be cultivated, for steers it comes naturally. This, plus the prestige of having a former bull totally given to your needs, is the core of the demand of our steers."

"I noticed you checking out Sam there," Cameron continued, grinning a little. "He's a handsome young Scotsman; virile, vigorous, quite a bull...very healthy down there, very lusty...but he's willing to give all that up to some lucky bull when his training is complete. Sam there is going to give up his balls so that he can better serve a bull....Would you want to be the bull he made that sacrifice for?" Cameron smiled, raising his eyebrows... behind the Holstein, Sam blushed under his fur.

Johnny's ears perked up at that suggestion. He'd never thought of it in that way before. He'd never thought of a steer as someone that was so willing to serve that they'd give up their balls just for him, to prove that he was the real bull and the true master of the house. But something did nag at his mind. The Holstein bull snapped his fingers. "Come here for a second Sam." He waited for that young bull to walk over, and without asking he reached forward and pulled the boy's pants down.

John reached forward and grabbed the boy's sheath, squeezing it as he teased that cock from its fuzzy home. "That is a really interesting idea... but isn't it easier to control a bull like this?" He asked as his fingers slid along that sensitive boy flesh. "Won't they be a little more loyal if I have this to tease and play with and make cum when I fuck them?"

The young bull gasped softly when his slacks were yanked down, and his virile balls swayed, knocking between his shaggy thighs. His shaft was soon erect and jutting out from his under his mild belly, and trembling in the air as that bull stroked and tweaked it. The young bull moaned softly and bit his lip as he stood beside John, struggling to stay still.

Cameron smiled again. "That is certainly one approach. And some people hire bulls for exactly that reason. But most of our customers find, or at least believe, that the conclusion of history has been that steers are more loyal and easier to control them bulls, no matter how you do it. I know that historically, bulls would want to be sure that their servants would not be getting time with their cows, and castrating them would ensure that. Of course, no graduate of this school would ever give you such cause for worry..." Cameron smiled, while the young, virile highland bull quaked and sweated. Oh, his musk was strong.

"Besides," the old steer added with a slightly more demure smile, "It's not as though steers can't enjoy sex with their bulls..."

"Oh? They do? I always thought they would consider it more of a chore than anything else..." Johnny said as he wrapped a hand around that young lad's shaft and just gently stroked it up and down, letting his hand smear that pre-cum across that pink flesh as the boy squirmed in his paws. "Though, cows aren't really something I worry about in my household. My husband wouldn't like having one around." The bull said with a little smirk.

"But..." He leaned forward to nuzzle at that young boy's thick heavy musky nuts. "I think I would get mad if I came home to find these fat young orbs pounding against his ass." The bull teased.

"So what is your take on this, kid?" Johnny said as he slid his tongue along that young boy's pole as the older steer watched. "Why do you want me to chop off your nuts so bad? Do you really think you'll enjoy getting your ass fucked as much as Willis here says?"

Sam panted, the chubby young Highland bull sweating and trembling as you teased his long, stiff shaft, his young pre dribbling from the end, his fat, very full balls heavy and firm when nuzzled. He moaned softly when you caressed his balls! He flushed red and didn't seem to have an answer for a long moment.

"I...I...I guess I don't... want to have my balls cut off, Sir!" he stammered, his young voice cracking as his castration was casually discussed. "B-but I'm willing to let it happen... s-so that I can get a job with a h-handsome bull like you, Sir..."

"Oh? You really think I'm handsome?" Johnny teased as he gave that young boy's nuts a hard squeeze.

"Yes!" He nearly yelled. The chubby highland bull's eyes rolled up and his head leaned back when John started muzzling him, and he moaned when you played with his fat, firm young cummers. The Holstein could tell he was already close to cumming in your muzzle... His eyes bulged when that strapping older bull squeezed his fat balls, and he nodded, wincing slightly.

Cameron leaned over and smiled. "Sam of course, has had bulls mounting him many times before, and he enjoys it. We encourage all our students to practice servicing those that still have their balls. What he's trying to explain, is that right now, what he wants more than anything is to cum, and he'll do anything you tell him to, so he can cum. As a steer, what he'll want, more than anything, is for YOU to cum."

The bull's lips wrapped around that young lad's stud stick as he thought about Cam's words, his tongue teasing the opening at the top as he softly bobbed his head up and down as he listened to Cam speak. He reached up and took those young spuds into his hands, and he casually rolled them over his fingers before he pulled his mouth off that pull to speak.

"I have to say, the thought of you giving up your nuts just to better serve me. To make me cum. To make sure I pounded your ass hard enough to make you squirt, is starting to sound like a rather appealing idea."

The Holstein said before sliding one of his hands free from those big nuts to stroke the boy's shaft again. The bull glanced at the younger bull in the room, "I can feel how much me just talking about this is turning you on, boy. Those nuts of yours are already churning with a big load." He grinned and looked over at Mr. Willis.

"Hypothetically, if I offered to give this boy a job when he graduated. Signed a contract and everything. Could you cut him right here in your office, right now? Make him a steer right before my eyes as he squirted his final load into my muzzle after I'd teased him all this time about his own castration."

Cameron smiled as John asked a young bull to give up his balls. "I have all the necessary contracts and paperwork prepared, Mr. Jefferson. And the tools...can be here quickly."

As John talked to the Dean his eyes widened again and he looked down over his trembling belly at John; his breath caught and his shaft throbbed, as he realized that he might lose his balls to the handsome bull holding them right now. His thighs trembled as he realized he might leave this room as a steer; John's steer.

He glanced up at Sam. "And what would you think about that kid? If I guaranteed you a job when you got out of here would you let me leave with your nuts in a jar, your seed in my belly, and my seed up your ass?"

Sam trembled, panting, looking down at John...his young balls throbbing in the black spotted bull's hand...and he asked if you could cut his balls off and fuck him...the answer escaped his lips before he even thought.

"Y-yes!" The highland bull croaked through a tightened throat, then he sucked in breath and realized what he'd said.

"Waitwaitwait!...W-would I see you again? B-before I graduate?" the chubby young bull asked as his brain caught up again, looking longingly into your eyes...

The black and white bull loved the way the bulls scent changed when he realized he might leave this office a steer. It was exhilarating. He slowed down his hand, keeping the boy right on the edge. "Well, I think I'd like to have you around this summer. So maybe I could talk to the Dean about setting up a summer internship for you. That way I could give you a taste of your new life as you work on your studies."

John looked over at Mister Willis, grinning. "Send for the necessary arrangements. I do believe this boy will be leaving this office as my steer." Time ticked by, and a Mr. Willis cleared off his desk, had the highland bull lay down upon it as his bullhood flexed free in the air. After sending for the tools, Cameron helped you lay the young bull down on the desk, and undressed him for John; unbuttoning that starched shirt, sliding his jacket off, getting the plump young bull totally naked. Johnny teasing and stroking it every so often to make sure that that cock stayed nice and hard as they waited for the tools to come. He leaned in and whispered into that shaggy bull's ear.

"Sure you wanna do this kid? Are you really ready to become my steer? Are you really ready to give up being a bull?" He said, giving the bull one final out.

Finally the tools were wheeled in...sharpened, sterilized, and ready. Sam looked around his pudgy belly and gulped as his young prick throbbed in John's hand. He looked up at you, with scared, pleading eyes, and said, "Y-yes...I..I think so..." The shaggy bull bit his lip, "But sir? ...C-can I see you naked, sir? I just. It's just, I...I want my balls taken b-by another bull, sir..."

Cameron smiled, and chimed in. "We can make this as sexual as you want it, Mr. Jefferson. I can get naked too if it'll add to the mood. But first, few quick formalities Mr Jefferson; please note the contract specifies a minimum employment term of ten years, as well as salary and other expectations. Please review and sign." With that formality out of the way..."And more intimate details; do you want your new steer castrated on his back, or bent over? Would you like to remove his balls yourself, or would you like me to handle that while you enjoy him?"

"You'll do more than just see me naked kid." He said as he started to unbutton his suit, removing his clothing just like they'd done the boys. "Yes Cameron let's make this very sexual. Plus, I think that would be a good idea. I am buying a steers employment after all, and you'd show me what he'd look like down the road."

Jefferson scanned over the details on the documents, checked the fine print, and once he was satisfied with it he signed the contract. "Also, I want to remove his balls myself." The bull said as he undid his cufflinks as the boy began to speak. He smiled before leaning down to give the boy a soft kiss.

The bull finally stripped down to nothing. His proud large pink cock flexing under his big of a belly as his muscular arms and chest flexed with his movement. His polished horns glinting in the light as he climbed up on the desk. He moved so that the boy's head would be between his thighs, his cock pointing straight at the boy's muzzle as that needy young bull cock bobbed right in front of his own. He ran his tongue across the tip and he had Cam lay the tools between the boy's legs, as his ankles were strained.

"Now show your bull how good of an employee you'll be as I take your last load into my muzzle..." He glanced at Cam, and grinned.

He looked over that steer's body, licking his lips as he imagined the shaggy bull at that same age. "If you would kindly suck on my balls as he sucks on my shaft, we can get this started."

The fat old Red Angus nodded, and with a smile, began to strip. He peeled his jacket and dress shirt off to reveal a broad, sagging chest, with almost cow-like breasts; his fur still red and glossy, though his whole frame had a softer look to it. His hips were wider and rounder than most bulls, and his ass was huge; when he slid down his slacks his belly hung over his groin, but it was plain to see that his sheath was much smaller than even the sheath of the young bull on his desk, and of course he had no balls between his chubby thighs. He lifted a kneed up onto his desk, and lifted his chubby groin and belly up, so you could see his scar where they once were.

Sam stared at the Dean's castration scar as well, knowing that's what his groin would soon look like. His balls were gonna get cut off. His thighs tensed and trembled; but then your own huge body loomed over him; the young bull looked up and gasped at your long pink hard on, throbbing above his head, and your huge, gorgeous balls! The young bull gasped softly, and timidly responded, "yes, sir," then he reached up and reverently caressed your heavy belly, before lifting his face up and nuzzling John's fat, heavy balls.

Sam gasping softly in excitement, Sam began to lick the holstein's testicles, softly stroking them with his tongue, then slurping your sac into his muzzle; he gently grasped John's nuts by the neck, his other hand lightly fondling his future boss's shaft. He pulled the holstein's nuts into his muzzle one at a time, slurping the musk off of them with powerful suction, before he let them go and steered your shaft down, letting it sink past his soft, tender lips his young prick throbbed on his belly.

The bull hummed softly as he felt his heavy white and black balls teased, that skilled muzzle finding it's way around his nuts, that soft pressure making him shudder as he waited for the big moment. He let The Highland bull enjoy the nuts of the bull that would soon be his future employer. The bull grunted softly as he felt those warm young lips kiss the head of his shaft, that tongue teasing his slit, before he slid down on that proud shaft that would belong to his bull. He started to softly fuck the boy's muzzle as he leaned forward and started to slowly nuzzle at those young orbs, giving those musky seed sacs a few long teasing licks as he bred his future steers muzzle.

"You are going to look so sexy when you're nice and smooth down here... Me and my husband are going to love pinning you between us and breeding your ass without having to worry about crushing your nuts between our bulk." The bull teased as his cock flexed inside of that young boy's hot wet tight muzzle, groaning as he felt that tongue teasing his glands.

He kissed along that boy's shaft, before finally letting that needy member slip between his lips. He sucked it, bobbing his head down, knowing that the boy wouldn't last long. But he wanted that cum in his muzzle before he did anything he couldn't undo. Still. He picked up the scalpel and took the unsharp side and teased the boy's sac, tracing a line across right where he'd make a cut on each side of that low hanging basket.

The young bull moaned around your gently thrusting shaft, his tongue stroking the base, his throat swallowing around the length of it, just as he'd been trained to do. His chubby hands grasped and fondled your fat cummers, knowing that soon John be the only pair of balls in his life...His hips jerked when you began sucking on his own stiff prick; that hard pink shaft so young and eager, yes, this bull was surely vigorous and eager in bed and now you were going to castrate him.

Those fat, eager young cummers belonged to that fine Holstein bull now. As John spoke, the chubby young bull twitched and jerked; perhaps the thought of that bull castrating him was turning him on or maybe the vision of having his balls crushed between two fat old bulls! Either way as soon as his future boss began teasing the metal across his nuts, John's young bull groaned and started shoving his cock into that older bull's muzzle. Cameron swept and seized the young bull's thighs, holding his bucking hips down as the fat Highland bull came in John's muzzle.

The Holstein bull groaned softly along that young boy's dick, his head bobbing, teasing, making sure to milk out that young bull's cum, just before he sliced along the outline of the right nut, the larger of the two. He made an opening just large enough to pop that nut through, watching as it expelled the last of its seed, groaning and reveling at the taste. The young bull bucked and jerked on the desk as John cut upon his sac and popped out his right nut, his pale prick throbbing and pulsing, a few more splatters of his sperm spackling his belly; and he grabbed onto John's hips with both hands, struggling to keep himself steady, and keep swallowing his cum as his owner castrated him. John pulled that nut out, the older bull thrusting away at the boy's muzzle, a loud bellowing moo escaping his lips as he flooded The Shaggy bull's mouth with his potent seed and sliced the boy's right nut off.

He went to go slice open the second, but he stopped himself. Instead he laid the knife down, and picked up that large right nut, he rolled it in his fingers a bit, and then dropped it in the jar Cam had prepared. He sealed the lid, and then sealed the boy's sac closed. He pulled his pulsing dick free from the boy, and shifted so the boy could see the jar. He sloshed the severed testicle around in the jar. "I've decided I want to try out the best of both worlds... the hornyness of a bull, but the need to serve like a steer. We'll give this a shot, and if I don't like it, your friend here can always be reunited with his brother later."

The young half-bull meekly nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Good half-steer." The older bull cooed, before leaning down to kiss the young half-bull on the lips. "This summer will be the deciding factor of what happens to that last cummer of yours, myself and my husband are going to try out everything a bull and a steer has to offer when you come to our home." The bull said with an evil grin, and Sam gulped.