Chapter 2: Building Tension
Garr stood frozen in shock and disbelief, his gaze locked onto the words etched onto the dusty plate: "Industrial Bull Tamer."
"What could that even mean? How could this thing tame bulls?" he thought.
He stared at the dusty plate again, trying to wrap his mind around the information. As he continued to inspect the intricately designed machines surrounding him, a sudden realization dawned on him. "What if this thing was not just for feral animals, or regular bulls? What if it tamed humans and minotaurs? Bull-men like him!?" he thought in panic.
He tried to pull the doors open, but they wouldn't budge. Panic rose within him, but he quickly suppressed it. "Okay, Garr, take a deep breath," he told himself sternly. "You can figure this out. Just stay calm."
"Subject Garr: Do not tamper with the doors. Your punishment been increased. "
"What? Why?" Garr cried out, alarmed.
"Your disobedience," responded the metallic voice, devoid of emotion.
Garr felt a chill run down his spine. "No, please! Let me go! This is some kind of mistake! I'm bull man, not a cow! I don't need to be tamed!" he pleaded, panic rising within him.
"Subject Garr, The Industrial Tamer has a number of applications, and is not singularly for use on farm animals. You will be tamed, as per our methods"
"But I'm not--" Garr protested, only to be cut off by the firm, relentless voice.
"Disobedience will result in increased punishment! Beginning disrobing devices so scanning can commence! "
No sooner had the command finished, when a number of
panels opened, exposing what looked like robotic arms. These whirred into action, swiftly reaching out to unfasten Garr's overalls and strip him bare. Garr shivered, watching the mechanical appendages move with precision, snipping at the strap the held his overalls up exposing his broad muscular chest. he heard the tear of denim as his overalls were pulled away from his body, leaving him in his plain white briefs.
A powerful robotic arm pulled at the elastic of his briefs, stretching it from his body. With a snap
, the briefs tore apart, and Garr's massive genitals flopped free.
He gazed downwards, blushing deeply. Even with his big hands he was not able to totally obscure his big soft cock and massive nuts.
He could only cover half of his throbbing member and meaty sack, which left a tantalizing gap between his fingers and skin.
"Subject: Garr. Release your bollocks so assessment can be completed!
" instructed the metallic voice, authoritative and commanding.
Garr reluctantly loosened his grip on his mammoth testicles, allowing them to fall freely. He squirmed uncomfortably, his face reddening with embarrassment. The mere sight of his own genitalia caused an unwelcome stirring in his loins. He shifted awkwardly, trying to hide his arousal.
"Beginning Face Scan"
intoned the metallic voice, and a series of red lights began to scan across Garr's face. Garr squinted against the bright light, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. After several moments, the lights switched off and the voice spoke once more.
"Subject Garr: Analysis complete. Minotaur species. Dominant male. Low intelligence. High testosterone levels. Massive genitalia. Suitable for extensive experimentation."
"Beginning Torso Scan"
The metallic voice commanded, and another set of red lights began to scan Garr's body. This time, they traced every curve and contour of his chiseled torso, mapping out every muscle fiber and sinew. Garr gritted his teeth, enduring the intrusive examination.
"Torso analysis complete: Pecs are well developed, nipples, 4cm wide, 2cm long, not unusual in minotaurs. Abdominals strong, tough not intensive defined. Subject cleared for for testing. Beginning measurement and assessment of bull's
equipment for appropriate sizing and fitting of extraction tools."
Garr winced at the metallic voice's reference to his genitals as "bull's equipment." He knew that his immense size and strength were part of what made him unique, but hearing himself referred to as nothing more than a tool made him feel belittled and diminished. Still, he remained resolute, determined to break free from the confines of this infernal machine.
"Subjects Garr: You Penis will now be scanned and assessed.
"
Garr felt a jolt of fear course through him as he watched a robotic arm rise from the depths of the machine. He clenched his fists tightly, struggling to suppress the building panic. Despite his brawn, he was not a fighter; he was simply a gentle giant who loved to graze in the fields, not someone accustomed to conflict or resistance. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but instead, he remained silent, swallowing his fear and resignation.
With surgical precision, the robotic arm gently grasped Garr's floppy cock, carefully maneuvering it into position for measurement. he was too scared to get hard.
The arm maneuvered Garr's massive cock with ease, its sensors tracing the length and girth meticulously. The metallic voice rattled off numbers and measurements, analyzing data as it compiled a comprehensive report.
"Subject Garr: Penis length 39 inches, circumference 18 inches. Classification: Extra Large. Proceeding to scrotum and testicle measurement."
Garr flinched as the robotic arm moved downward, delicately cradling his swollen testicles. Its sensors meticulously mapped their size and mass, recording every nuance.
"Subject Garr: Right testicle volume: 1000 cubic centimeters. Left testicle volume: 1050 cubic centimeters. Classification: Huge. Scrotum dimensions: 12 inches by 8 inches. Classified as: Massive."
"Please, there is some kind of error! I don't need taming! What even does that mean?!" he cried.
"Definition Requested: As an unruly bull, you are to be tamed. Taming methods include
, but are not limited to, extracting copious volumes of ejaculate, thus eliminating excess aggression and compliance."
Garr gasped as comprehension dawned on him. The machine was referring to his massive testicles, which produced an abundance of potent semen. The idea of being milked for his precious seed horrified him, yet he couldn't deny the persistent erection that stiffened his throbbing member. The machine continued.
"Physical punishment to the bull's
penis, testicles, and other sensitive areas, serving to increase ejaculation production while decreasing aggressive behaviors. Chemical induction through specialized injections, resulting in enhanced testosterone and estrogen levels, increasing libido and subduing natural instincts. Oral stimulation to the bull's penis, providing direct tactile pleasure, leading to a heightened state of arousal and subsequent ejaculation. Visual stimuli, such as depictions of other bulls in states of submission and vulnerability, designed to provoke feelings of emasculation and weakness that stimulate release."
These words chilled Garr to the bone.
"Lastly, we have two special optional choices for very extreme cases in which taming is required. "the first is a chastity device, crafted to the specific
anatomy of the subject. It is designed to ensure that the bull
is unable to engage in any self-gratifying behaviors, effectively curbing any potential rebellion. The second option involves the removal of the bull's
testicles. This permanent solution ensures that the subject becomes entirely docile and cooperative. Please note that both options will permanently alter the subject's ability to reproduce and may have severe psychological impacts. Proceed with caution."
"You'll WHAT?!!"Garr cried in shock.
He could barely comprehend the horrors this machine presented to him. His whole existence, everything he believed in, was now thrown into question.
"Wait!" he yelled, "Can't we talk about this? Can't I prove myself worthy of freedom?"
"If the bull wishes to avoid castration, it is advised that they do not engage in bad behaviours during the process. It will slow the process drastically."
"No more definitions. Finals assessment and recommendations for Subject:Garr's taming, punishment and milking: This Bull has been identified as a dominant Minotaur Bull, possessing a massive Cock and Testicles. Dominant Minotaurs are considered HIGH RISK. It is crucial it's punishments are severe and it's body is drained of seminal fluids to ensure domesticity before final punishment decided."
Garr struggled to grasp the implications of what the metallic voice was saying. He felt trapped, cornered, and powerless to resist the merciless machine consuming him. His thoughts raced, desperately seeking a way out.
"No, wait!" he implored, trying to reason with the unfeeling machine. "I promise to behave! If you let me go, I won't attack anyone or cause trouble!"
The metallic voice remained impassive.
"This Bull poses a high risk and must be tamed. To ensure your safety and cooperation, you will undergo severe punishments and be drained of seminal fluids. Refrain from engaging in any bad behaviors, and you may avoid castration."
Garr gulped, his throat dry. His massive genitals throbbed beneath the scrutinizing gaze of the industrial machinery. "Please," he croaked, "I've never hurt anyone. I'm just a simple farm worker."
The metallic voice ignored his pleas.
"No, the decision has already been made. We will begin the process immediately."
Garr felt a wave of despair crash over him. The realization that he was trapped, stripped, and vulnerable hit him like a ton of bricks. The metal monster had deemed him too dangerous to be left untamed, and his pleas went unheard.
"Subject:Garr. to proceed to the illuminated bay. There you will see the first device to torment you."