All Hat, No Cattle part 3
Other:  cum ranching
Likely young fellows are cut out of the herd and electronically milkedfor their semen.
Having apparently passed muster as to his capacity for semen production,
Larry found himself strapped like a refrigerator and loaded along with
about four other young men or boys into a vehicle half walk-in van, half
golf-cart.  There was a dusty trip of perhaps a mile and then followed
the obligatory de-lousing, fumigation and scrubbing. A panel of
female wranglers immediately entered the shower area, dried the
frightened boys first, and fitted each male with a sort of reverse
chastity-belt that allowed instant access to each subject's genitals
while simultaneously forcing another of the lozenges about ten
inches into his rectum at the end of a slender, if effective, buttplug.
The entire apparatus appeared to be constructed of pliable nylon
webbing, the anal insert attached with small plastic rivets.  

The speed and dispatch of their wranglers left little opportunity
for the captives to get any bearings as to what lay in store for
them.  One young stud, probably sixteen years of age, muttered a
deprecatory phrase close enough to a weathered-looking woman of
about thirty that she activated his anal plug by pointing a TV remote
in his direction.  He emitted an agonized yelp and was reduced to
a sobbing heap in a matter of seconds.  Larry later found out that
the sensation that brought the boy low so quickly was simple 
static voltage, released deep in his bowel and unspeakably painful.

The woman assigned to Larry and the boy roughly man-handled both of
them out of the washing area and, using a two foot long crop, swatted
their naked backs and buttocks down a short chute and into a sort
of rough wooden stall.  Once there, she attached anklets made of the
ubiquitous nylon webbing and anchored to the floor, threw a couple 
of oddly soft blankets into the stall after them, checked the locks
on thier tethers and hurried to join her associates on the way out 
of the grey concrete barn.  The sun, declining west of the short end
of the building, cast a long shadow down the length of the central
corridor as the women, laughing now and enjoying the end of their
workday, closed the wide doors and cast the interior into darkness.

[to be continued]