All Hat, No Cattle (part 5)
Other:  Cum Ranching
In which our protagonist comes to realize a vision of his future.
A clangorous brassy bell pulled the sleeping occupants of stall
C-1 out of their slumber while darkness still shrouded the 
confines of the barn.  Those not jolted awake by the clanging
were very soon moaning with pain induced by the rectal inserts.
Hopping about their enclosures, some of them actually burst into
tears.  The day crew arrived minutes later carrying four foot
long halters which they peremptorily attached to the nylon
strapping by a small ring between the scrotum and the anus.  
They jerked the virtually naked males, some still erect from
their morning sleep, out into the long cold aisle between the
stalls, shoved them into something resembling ranks and commanded
those not exhibiting an erection already, to do so immediately.

The response was astonishing and caused gales of laughter to
erupt from the six or seven female wranglers: every one of the
tumescent penises projecting from the hapless male groins 
shrivelled and hung flaccid within thirty seconds. What followed
amazed Larry even more. An odd, grainy sensation somewhere between
the agitation of a beeper and a static shock began to manifest
itself in the vicinity of his prostate gland.  Almost simultaneously
he felt his exposed member begin to swell and within seconds, his
penis, raw looking and nearly purple, stood out from his loins
at a perfect 45 degree angle.  Moments later one of the female
handlers roughly grabbed his halter from behind and, her soft
breasts brushing his lower back, rudely duck-walked him in the
direction of what appeared to be stainless-steel feeding
troughs lined up nearly the entire length of the building.

(to be continued)