Breeders & Bulls

(Chapter 27.) The jerking room.

I have been free from my cage for a week. I fucked and jerked for a week. Angel, Adam, Thomas and so many others my cock is sore. However, as I feared I am called to the jerking room on the first day. The med bot gives me a shot. I feel giddy. It feels like Cobra Blood but really fucking strong like the stuff Mark had and maybe even stronger. My dick springs to life and is harder than ever. My mind fogs with lust worse than ever.

My head buzzes my dick throbs and I look at the other guys. Maybe 20 of us are in the room. There are small bottles of lube scattered around the room and there are boxes of Cum Rags.

There is not much else in the room 20 horny boys all raring to go and nobody wanting the end result. I feel the effects of the Cobra Blood or whatever it is. Fuck I am so hard. I try not to, but I just grip the shaft of my dick which is leaking. I hold it and it still feels so strange, the head feels super sensitive and I stroke the shaft and it feels wrong. I can't do this, I can't jerk away my manhood but I feel so fucking horny.

I think back to Gordon and his story of this room. My dick is throbbing and I know that this is the next few days. This is the last time my dick will harden. I think about Thomas and his clit boner and how squishy it was and that will be me tugging a clit calling it hard and knowing the loss of the burning rod of iron between my hands right now. My big 10 inch dick reduced to a fucking breeder clit. I want to cry, but the only thing weeping right now is the precum from my dick.

I look over at Brandon, one guy I know from the gym. He is already jerking his cock. He has put lube on his hands and shaft and is jerking away.

My dick feels so painfully hard, and I see some of the other guys start and I cave in. I grab the lube and put it on my hands back to the shaft of my cock. I coat myself in slick gel over and over. I grab more lube and repeat. It feels so strange. It is right what Gordon said, it is like a whole new dick. My wonderful foreskin is gone, and soon the rest of my dick will be gone with it.

I tug and jerk in the old way but that only hurts and feels wrong. I had two jerks with my new cock before today and I applied a different pressure using longer strokes. I feel more sensation in the lower part of the shaft rather than the end. I do the two-handed motion of long quick strokes one after the other, focusing on the base of the shaft, a firm hard grip up and over, up and over. Caressing my bell end with a flourish of each stroke.

I cum fairly quickly and the cum pools on my hands and belly and chest. I start to cry. I am jerking away my ability to ever get hard again. My mutilated cock will never feel like this when I get out of this place.

I go to take a piss and notice the guy next to me has a much smaller dick. His dick is pointing straight up. Unlike mine. I am joined by another guy, Brandon. He's like me, his dick points out, not up. My boner means I struggle a little with the flow of piss. The guy next to me loses his grip on his cock and his piss flies everywhere.

"Sorry." He says.

"Piss boner won't be a problem much longer," Brandon says.

He is right. I struggle and finish pissing. Brandon is right. This place will rid us of ever having piss boner, morning wood, or any kind of wood for that matter.

I am ready to jerk again all too soon. I hate my new dick. I won't even have this much longer. I pause for a while, exhausted, covered in sweat, cum, and tears. I am taken away. I had barely noticed they took the boys away and brought them back.

I am carted off to the med bay. They strap me down. The Doctor sticks a metal device down my dick, and it hurts just after it goes in. It sinks deeper down my piss slit and eases down deep into my hard cock until it won't seem to go any further. Then they take readings of god knows what.

"Yep coming along nicely." They injected me a few times. My dick springs to life harder than ever. I spring to life and the exhaustion abates. I am high on something. I want to shout 'I am not coming along nicely, this is my fucking dick you are messing with,' but I don't.

The jerking carries on. Pissing, jerking, fucking; Brandon lets me take his ass a few times and I only stop to drink water. I even sleep at one point, but that doesn't last. I am back in the med bay again, and I have lost track of almost anything. No sense of time. It feels like days but I just don't know.

"This one is nearly done." I hear a voice.

"Give him the Nexodrol then." I look around and it is Doctor Anderson.

"But that is..." The doctor who is looking at me is interrupted.

"I said give him the fucking Nexodrol." Doctor Anderson's raised voice is fearsome. This is the bastard that cut me.

"Yes sir," He says to Doctor Anderson.

"Well pissy breeder bitch Brett. Look at you now. Nexodrol for you to get you on your way faster than the other boys. Then I have a few other surprises for you," Doctor Anderson says to me and then grabs my rock-hard dick. He runs a thumb over the scar. "Fuck that is one of my best pieces of work." He chuckles and lets go of my cock.

I am taken back for more furious jerking. My dick hurts, my body aches and my need for release just doesn't seem to end, if anything it gets worse. An itch that can't be successfully scratched.

On the next visit back to the med bay I feel horrible. Doctor Anderson is still there.

"How is it coming along?" Doctor Anderson asks the other doctor who just jabbed me.

"He is almost done, the tissue is degrading. Erection functionality won't last much longer. See, give it a squeeze," says the other Doctor.

Doctor Anderson grabs my dick again and squeezes it. "Indeed yes, it has a little bit of give in it. Not quite the rod of iron anymore. Funny how the bigger ones do go first. Isn't it?" says Doctor Anderson."Oh dear, Brett, enjoy your last few hours of boners. I will see you in a few weeks. I hope to give you that nice big fat clitty I promised you. A sad reminder of your old cock and a welcome sign hanging over the entrance to your wet cunt. Send him back," Doctor Anderson says, but not before giving my cock one last painful squeeze.

I am taken back and that overwhelming need in my cock to cum even though now it is sore to touch and I have to work it lightly. I pour some more lube onto my dick. I am horny as fuck but it feels like a tube of flesh. I run the lube up and down the shaft and on my hands.

It feels like pins and needles in my cock like someone else is stroking it. For a while, it feels good again. It is a strange sensation. My dick throbs and I work it and the pain and sensitivity is replaced by something else, a strange almost numbness and yet there is just enough pleasure in what I am doing and just enough crazy driven horniness to carry on.

I work it, and I notice it is less firm. When I squeeze it in my hands. The shaft does have more give in it. It starts to feel good again, the pain has gone. It feels strange and good as I slide up and down my dick and I cum a small trickle of almost clear liquid. My balls are drained.

The more I carry on the less firm it feels. Another orgasm this time a little whiteness to it. I stop for a while. I drink some water and find that the piss boner is gone. It is still hard, but it isn't pointing out quite the same way. There is less resistance, less bone in my boner. I'm only semi-hard and not at my full 10 inches anymore.

I carry on stroking and tugging, stopping and starting. It feels strangely better than ever. Tender maybe but the feeling of pins and needles is there and it feels strangely good and I can't seem to find the release I want.

The give in my dick is more and more evident to me with each passing stroke and squeezing it is like squeezing soft play putty. I feel the pre ooze out of me. I know I am fucking horny and yet somehow my dick won't respond. It feels different not only from the feel of the scar down the shaft the way the skin won't scroll back and forth. But the lack of a boner is increasingly evident and yet somehow I know I am as hard as I can be.

I sob a little more as the guy next to me is desperately stroking and tugging what is clearly a flaccid spent cock. He looks at me with real sadness and before I know it he is taken away.

I knew I was heading that way and it has the heft and length of a big cock yet it won't get hard and I tug furiously but to no avail. I am still crazy horny and I tug but this dick won't respond. It is spent, done, a big fat long and soft piece of skin and flesh. I have jerked my boner away. I want to sob but am too tired. I have a piss funnel, a useless piece of soft flesh. I go to the piss wall and piss with ease. That is all it is good for now.

I sit back down and stare at my fat cut cock. It is not getting hard. I stroke it and I caress it and tug and pull and cry a little more. And I know I am done, the last few days of jerking are over. My days of ever jerking my cock are over. It is a clit. It will never fuck again.

I think about Gordon and what he said and Angel and now I can feel it my fat fucking dong is useless to me now.

I grunt desperately, and it is starting to hurt me now and as painful and tender as it is I somehow refuse to accept it. I am horny, I know I am fucking horny. The skin feels sore and tender, the pins and needles are gone. I tug, stroke, and pull and I feel the sweat pouring into my eyes. I end up tugging the soft cock. Desperate to get it hard, to feel even any sort of boner, even a little chub, and I hurt myself as I yank it.

"Fucking Get Hard. I don't want a cunt. I don't want a fucking clit," I scream.

I feel my muscles in my arms ache and nothing and more lube and then they come for me. As they lift me up I feel my soft cut dick swing down between my legs. Never to get hard again.

....

(Chapter 28.) Brett's Bloom.

I slept for 24 hours and when I woke up I felt horny. My dick; I grab it and it feels strange, still tender and the end is slick with pre. But no morning wood. I am horny without a fucking horn. I squeeze it again just to check and it is still sore and tender. I tug at it for a while and there is no sign of hardness, just tender soft flesh.

I stand up and walk, and my cock and balls hang down between my legs and swing about as I walk to the shower like they always have. That's all they'll ever do again, swing soft and useless. At least until they pull up inside of me, too small to even swing.

Maybe it isn't true I tell myself, pushing those thoughts away but I know it is. I sit down to take a piss and look down at my soft cock hanging down. I am sitting down to take a bitch piss. I am starting to feel a sense of shame now, a real burning sense of shame about what I am becoming.

I shower and clean myself up and see Adam. His legs and ass are covered in roses and his back. He really is colorful to look at, and they somehow suit him.

"How are you feeling babe?" he asks. I look at him and he smiles at me.

"Fucking awful," I say, and he puts his hand on my back.

"It is hard. It is difficult. You will adjust as we all do," he says.

He cleans out his pussy and lingers over his clit as he showers and I feel something but my dick doesn't respond.

The rest of the day is pretty much the same. I work out with Mason who is maybe still a week or so away from his visit to the jerking room. I see him get hard at one point when he is working out. I get really jealous of his hard dick. His dick hard is as long as mine is soft, but hard he can fuck with that thing and I can't ever do that again.

He is looking at one of the breeder whores on a running machine and I get a pang of jealousy as I take in his average erection.

He tells me he has a fuck later. Angel fixed him up with Felix. I laugh.

"Enjoy it while you can," I say and laugh again. I want to cry, but I manage to laugh instead.

"Shit sorry that was really fucking insensitive of me Brett," Mason says.

"Don't sweat it. I am too tired to care," I say.

....

The next few days it begins to dawn on me, the reality setting in. So many times I will look at a breeder, Mark, Thomas, Angel, Adam all of them I fucked and not get hard. I will feel something, and I feel it more and more but what it is I can't explain. It is horny but different.

I see Angel and Dane laughing and my dick leaks as I look at them both. But nothing, no twitches, no response, nothing. The number of things that would or should set me off is reduced to zero.

I work out and eat. I am getting back into shape. Not for Liam, for me. Maybe for Liam. I want to be in shape and besides, there is nothing else to do around here. I try not to think about Liam because that is the ultimate boner test. I couldn't think about that man before without getting hard. Now I know I don't get hard.

Even without feeling in my dick, there is a sense of something and a sense of arousal but not that solid growth of a bone. The thickening of my shaft to a hard fucking cock is gone forever. Now I just have a soft dick and a funny fucking feeling that won't go away.

I tried tugging my cock in the shower mostly just to see, just to make sure. It is leaking badly and I am horny. Really fucking horny. My cock leaks a lot. I was never a big leaker but now I fucking am. Is this a preview of the leaky pussy I'm going to have? Adam told me that the dildo room is the best option. When I get my bloom then it is a must, or I will go fucking crazy. He also offered to peg me.

...

I spend more time with Thomas these last few days and as I go to meet up with him. I think about Thomas and his offer to have sex with me when I get my pussy. Shit, my pussy, how long now?

I sit with Thomas for a few hours and massage his back and shoulders while we talk. I stare at his big belly and his smooth skin and fat smooth tits and it always turns me on how much I changed him.

He and Simon are not getting along. Simon is Thomas's breeder friend; they both work admin together; a few of the misfit breeders do that. At first, I thought it was the plump breeder I fucked with Felix but this is a different Simon. I don't know Simon and if he has upset Thomas then I am not sure I want to meet him. Thomas and he were sharing a bed for a while bumping clits but Simon wants to ride the D and has found a bull he likes in the Western Campus. Thomas thinks there is trouble and they fell out because Simon wanted to do something that could have got both of them in trouble.

I ask about Simon and what he did, but Thomas says he can't tell me. He wants to, but it concerns someone I know very well in the Academy here, and it would not be good for them. I asked if it was Angel and he said I was close. But it wasn't Angel. No good would come from me knowing who it was. I don't pry any further because that is not my way. I sense that, whatever it is, he will tell me if he really needs to.

Mason still hasn't gone into the jerking room yet and after three days with no erections, there is a growing divide between the breeders who have not been to the jerking room and those that have.

As I pad around seeing people desperately fucking and making out I realize how quickly the academy turned from heaven on earth to hell.

It really couldn't get any worse. I hope.

.....

I wake up, and I reach for my morning wood, nothing, not a thing. Only day 5, I guess. I squeeze my nuts, and they feel so fucking full. I had hoped for a bit of release by now but nothing and that dildo room seems more appealing. My entire life was one of easy pleasure, always just an erection away. Waking up with a boner was something I had done hundreds of times. I would get horny, have a wank, have a fuck, it was all so easy. Every once in a while I would get an unwanted boner in front of my mother or at school and I would will it away until I could fuck or take care of it, and now this. Soft, always soft, I would give anything for one more boner.

I walk to the shower and piss. My cock hangs between my legs limp and useless. As I soap it and my balls I feel the heft of my dick. The end of my cock is still sensitive, if anything more so than yesterday. I handle it with care. Even though it is useless, I am still the biggest guy in the room. Well, soft at least. I see a few guys with boners bigger than my soft dick and I feel envy.

I see a few of the other breeders and their clits and I look at my cock 6 inches soft and fat. I am still bigger than them, but at least they can get off. Even a clit seems preferable to what I have right now.

I watch as a few of the other guys join me. I see Brandon with his softy, William with his hard cock showing off. His hard cock is only as big as my useless soft cock. I see Mason drying himself off. I smile at him, but he doesn't smile back. He will be off to the jerking room tomorrow we think. He simply nods. The mood is quiet these days. The boisterous noise and play fights the hearty laughter of the shower is no more. The noise of the water is the main noise. I lather my chest and the soap foams on my chest hair.

I wonder how long I will have hair on my chest and face. I feel my face as I think about my facial hair and decide I will shave later. I think back to yesterday and how Mason was told off for letting his facial hair become too long.

I look down at my dick again, let the water rinse off the last of the soap. I swing my hips my dick and balls slap around and I sigh. I see those around me looking at my dick. I smile to myself. Still got it Brett. I take more soap and work my legs and feet. My huge feet and strong legs, I was made to be a bull, I am big and strong not a weak dumb breeder.

I take some more soap and work my hairy ass crack and something is off. I run my fingers down between my ass cheeks and as I run my hand over my ass pucker I feel a strange pang of pleasure. My eyes dart open, and I run my hand and fingers back again the same feeling. I look around and nobody is watching me. I run my finger up and down my asshole and then do it again. My tiny ass pucker is sensitive and feels different. I let out a strange moan and stop. I lean against the wall of the shower.

I feel a strange wave of pleasure deep in my ass and my belly. I feel my sphincter open and close. My asshole opens and clenches shut and then again only faster and faster. I slowly stroke my asshole and it feels so good. My knees feel weak as the pleasure overwhelms me.

"No, please no," I moan.

I am blooming. I can't be, it is too soon. My ass feels like an invisible cock is fucking me and my hole opens and closes as the phantom dick pulls in and out. I think of Liam who fucked me with a real cock.

"Fuck yes." I moan in pleasure. I feel the area and stop. It feels too good but worse than that is the strange pleasure that wafts around my body. The phantom fuck and the heat inside me.

I have seen boys bloom before, and I try to fight it but I can't, my ass feels so empty and so fucking good and I slump onto the floor of the shower. I stroke the area around my butt hole and moan. "Noo!'' But it does feel so good and soon I am stroking my butt cunt.

I have laid with Liam and let him fuck me and enjoyed it now how much better will my asshole feel. How many cocks will I take in it craving cock in my ass for this simple pleasure? My fingers trace the lips of my pulsing ass, and I feel a burst of pleasure erupt again and let out a deep guttural yell..

"Oh fuck," I moan and it carries on, the contractions quicken and pulse my butt springs to life and I finger my hole as it opens and closes around one finger then two. The pleasure too much as I buck and thrust like Brick. I feel the small hole flush out. The ridges swell and pulse and I push in more of my fingers and fuck my aching butt cunt on my fingers. I thrust my fingers in and out, three, four of them into my slutty butt. I will leak and slime. I will leave fucking butt snot from my ass.