(Chapter 35.) Journey to the Western Campus.
We are finally allowed out into the western campus. We must wear cunt belts if we leave. This is no real freedom. Only the whores who are working in the bull pleasure house are allowed out of the secure area without their metal cunt belts. There is a bit of a mad scramble as most of us want to get out. Finally, after being cooped up for three months, 900 plus of us are about to be let out of our hell hole.
The whole thing is pandemonium, hundreds of breeders queuing for their belts and trying to work out how to put on a pussy protector for the first time. Then queueing to ensure they are secured and fitted properly and finally a further queue to leave. Mason and I agree to let the mad morning dash go first. We wait and head out just after a workout and lunch. Some of the breeders are already back. I hear one guy from our dorm talking to his friend as he steps out of his cunt belt.
"Fucker just grabbed my ass. I was his friend and he just fucking pawed me. Told me he might pair with me if I sucked his cock. Fucker," he says.
I am not sure what to expect. It has all the things the eastern campus had but that was so much fun. There are bars and real places to eat and swim. A gym. How bad can it be?
I know I want to go out. I want to see Liam, and I am so anxious about seeing him but I do need to see him.
Mason and I belt up. In that small action, the sense of freedom is gone. It feels strange the cold steel belt closing me in. Technically I could take a dick in my butt. Or I guess I could suck a cock, but then my voice would change. It feels strange having to put a belt on. Almost like clothing. I look at Mason and he looks at me. At least in this wearable cunt prison Liam can't see my pussy.
"Ready?" Mason asks. He is eager to get out. I know why, even though we haven't talked about it. He wants a bull. He needs to find a pair. He doesn't want to be auctioned off or end up a whore. He wants to pretend he has some say in his future, the cock that fucks him. He wants to at least pretend he has a choice.
"Ready as I will be, come on," I say. I have made my choice. I am just not sure I am ready to face the reality of it. I think the whores have it easier right now. They are not forced into this humiliating parade of trying to find a bull. They just lie on their backs and take whatever cock comes their way. The transaction is sex and nothing more.
We head out and both of us are nervous but also excited.
It feels strange to be out again in such a way. So much like the Eastern Campus, smaller but far grander. Bulls wandering around and whores and lots of breeders. I can almost smell the breeder's fear as they search around flirting trying to get picked. Auctions are approaching, breeder pairs coming up. Our future will be determined in the next few weeks and this is now our reality. We are breeders and it isn't just the new sexual organs. We are here for bulls as possessions, fuck toys, whatever they choose.
The whole business is a reminder of our new status. Belting up just to get out, being checked that we are correctly fitted by a service bot. Then palm swiping, Mason has to do his three times before he can get out. He can't go anywhere without his palm not working properly. He just tailgates people in the dorm mostly. In the few weeks since it started he's gotten pretty sick of it. But the exit is one at a time. I hear a couple of breeders behind us moaning.
"Come on bitches you are holding up the line," they say. The Service bot finally releases Mason into the western campus.
We step out into the courtyard and then the main quadrant. A bull walks past and smiles as I look at all the statues. There are a lot of them with big hard cocks in marble. They are everywhere. I noticed them the first time, the pictures and the bulls all so big and tall. Carvings on the buildings, all of them bulls. Bulls in battle, Bulls from history, not a single breeder represented.
Cocks etched into every building, hard, soft, all of them huge, monstrously so. I look around, and I really feel the loss of my dick. The shame of my breeder cunt hidden from view.
The last time I was here I had a cock, sure it was in a cage but I still had one. Now I have a cunt, a breeder pussy and this place is a celebration of something that was taken from me and I feel every lost inch of it. Now a two inch cut breeder clit caged to protect me. Protect me from what, myself or the bulls?
The bulls wander around, some impressive, some less so, but all of them have dicks. The only item of clothing they wear is the odd cock ring, not a cunt belt. I touch the metal of my belt. The breeder whores are marked with tattoos and us with belts. Each of us stands out and even in the majority, we are inferior. So many of us are competing for the scarce resource of bull cock.
So strange that now I have a cunt. I notice how much this place is one all about dick. 900 needy breeder pussies my own included searching desperately for 100 cocks. The odds once again stacked against us. The Albion lottery is a shitshow.
Yesterday I was a breeder amongst breeders. That was bad enough but I look at Mason and he looks at me. We are both big and strong, but we are both breeders. Our stature counts for nothing and we both know it. The belts we wear tell everyone we have cunts between our legs. Look at these two big strong and muscular almost bulls but don't be fooled, they hide their withered dicks behind a cunt belt.
We are holes to be fucked, possessions to be bought and sold. The absence of a cock between our legs tells us that. We don't say anything, but I feel genuinely intimidated. Every carving and statue and the freedom of the bulls and our own imprisonment let me know everything has changed.
We walk in silence and pass two bulls standing together. Both around the 6ft mark. They are both shorter than Mason and me and not as big and broad. I glance over and I notice Mason smiles at them. Both are around 5 inches soft. The slightly taller one has a very fat cock. They both look at Mason and myself. They look us up and down assessing our fuckability. They are not that impressive at all, even the fat one is only as fat as I was. All of them are bigger than me now.
I see the bigger one laugh as his smaller friend says something. The bigger one has brown hair and a nice trimmed beard. He has a nice thick patch of hair around his cock and a cock ring encasing his fat uncut meat. The other one doesn't have a cock ring.
"Well hello. You two look a little lost." The bigger one says as they saunter over their dicks swinging and I want to look away but I can't. I can almost remember that feeling of your dick hanging down and swinging. My clit doesn't swing but my pussy leaks at the sight.
"I am Greg and this here is Sam." He says and holds out his meaty hand.
"I am Mason and this is Brett," Mason says and shakes his hand.
"Looks like you are new to this part of the campus. Mason huh. Fine piece of breeder bitch ass you got Mason." Greg cups Mason's sizable ass cheek and then slaps it.
"Want us to show you two bitches around?" Sam says.
"I err," Mason says, still shocked.
"That would be ok, I guess," I say.
"Huh, both of you sound a bit butch for breeders. Anytime you want us to take care of those voices of yours just let us know," Greg says and grabs his cock. "Hey blondie, have you ever seen one this big before? Bet it's making your pussy drip," Greg says to me holding his fat cock to emphasize the difference he knows exists between us. 'Blondie', he called me fucking blondie. Fuck this is awful.
Mason tugs my arm and looks scared. I can tell he wants to go.
"Really. I think we will pass," I say.
I walk forward and grab Greg's cock. "And honey, we are both after real Bull meat," I say, and I let go of Greg's dick.
"I only have one rule about bulls. Their face must be better looking than their cock. You lose sweetheart but it is a close call even with that angry stump you got. Come on Mason we can do better than what these two are offering," I say and we walk off.
"Fucking bitches. They will learn," says Greg to his friend.
"Thanks. You handled that quite well. Shit, do you think maybe this wasn't a good idea?" Mason asks.
"Let's be honest. Those two were not good enough for either of us. Surely they can't all be assholes, let's see what is what. We have only been out for five minutes and if they are all like that, we can go back and come up with some sort of plan," I say, not knowing exactly what kind of plan I could come up with.
I turn around and see Greg and Sam looking at us. I look at Greg and his fat cock and I feel a little more pussy juice leak out of my cunt. Shit, I am turned on by that douche and I am also envious of him.
We wander around, and Mason links his arm in mine and we get looks and whistles, a few shouts and some cock waving. We settle in a bar and order a soda each.
I notice a boy walking towards us who looks familiar. "Aiden," I say. I am pleased and jealous of my once small dicked friend but at least he got lucky.
"Brett, Mason," he beams and kisses us.
I notice his pencil dick is still quite small, but it is longer than before. It hangs down now and seems fatter. Soft, his dick is 4 inches. He is hairy and a little bigger. Even Aiden's three months of Golden Nectar hasn't made him as big as I was, but his dick is bigger than my clit. I try not to stare but something about it is appealing and I blush and look away.
It is his dark beard that stopped me from noticing him immediately. But there are two things about him that really annoy me. Not the thick patch of hair on his chin or that his chest hair has thickened. It was his height. As I stood to greet him, we were almost at eye level. I was always taller than him. Not by much, but by more than I am now, he is growing and I wonder how much taller I could have been.
I notice his guns. He works out hard. I know I spent hours in the gym with him and now he is catching me up. He will be a hulk of a man, and I feel almost angry with envy.
We chat, and all he wants to do is talk Gordon, Gordon Gordon. He is looking into making a deal with the Academy. He strokes his beard as he talks and he has a new deep laugh. He talks almost with a swagger and at one point talking about Gordon he spreads his thick hairy legs. He scratches his nuts and tugs his dick almost absent-mindedly.
Shy Aiden lifts his hands to his beard, and I see the head of his cock starting to poke out of the foreskin shiny and pink.
I had forgotten how shiny my helmet was. My clit head, because it sticks out so much, has become matte and dry, really dry. What's left of my dick head is dull and listless now. He passes the 5 inches hard mark as we talk. That little thing is growing and I should be pleased for him, but I can't believe that miserable little piece of flesh that he had is bigger than what I have now. He is getting bigger and I am smaller than he ever was and I am not enjoying this outing at all.
He asks about the breeder dorms, and he obviously knows, Gordon would have told him everything.
"So you both having a look to see what us bulls have to offer you, breeders?" He says and chuckles with a deep laugh. I think how, not four months ago I was fucking Brick and Zach because they were bullying him and now he is talking like this. 'Us' bulls and 'you' breeders. What a prick.
