Working on the farm, a minotaur find an abandoned old piece of machinery in old barn. While inspecting his find, and guessing what it might be, starts the machine by mistake. It's an old Industrial Bull Tamer, designed to discipline males, milk them of seed, and punish their genitals. It captures the minotaur, and proceeds to strip him. After a quick assessment, it uses a number of strange devices to milk and punish the minotaurs junk. Once milked dry, it will lock him chastity or castrate him.

Chapter 4: Climax

Garr lay on the table, exhausted and depleted. His cock, swollen and aching, lay limp in the artificial sheath. The metallic voice of the machine spoke to him, its tone icy and unforgiving.

"Subject: Garr," it said, "you have been thoroughly drained. We shall now determine your fate."

Garr moaned, his voice weak and feeble. His heart raced, pounding in his chest like a hammer striking an anvil. He felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead, trickling down his face and soaking into his fur.

"Subject:Garr. Do you now see you are a danger to society? That your nature can result in violence or dangerous sexual acts? Do you see that your weak mind is controlled by your oversized testicles and penis? Respond!"

Garr rolled onto his back, still too tired to rise entirely.

"No. You didn't prove anything...." he replied.

"I am a kind and gentle soul, not a raging brute. My mind is my own, and I refuse to let anyone else dictate my actions."

"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice replied, "Your denial does not change facts. You are a beast, a creature born to rut and breed."

"I reject that notion. I am capable of controlling my impulses and desires.

I am more than just a pair of oversized testicles and a penis. I'm not a beast!"

There was a pause. The machine seemed to be assessing which of the last too treatments to employ.

After what seemed like hours, it finally answered. "Subject: Garr," it declared, "You are a bull, not a man. You are a beast, and you deserve to be treated as such."

Garr groaned. "But I've proven that I am capable of controlling myself. I am not a mindless brute; I am a rational individual. I am Tame!"

The Computer analysed it's subject. It was true, Garr resisted turning into a mindless fuckbeast. He should compliance, subservience, and able employ reason.

The computer decided.

"Subject: Garr," it announced, "You will undergo the Lockdown procedure."

Garr gasped, his heart pounding in his chest. He struggled to speak, but his words caught in his throat. "N-no, wait!" he managed to croak. "I can control myself. I don't need to be locked away."

"Subject: Garr," the metallic voice intoned, "Your genitals are simply too dangerous to have roaming freely. However we do believe that castration is not necessary. Unless you wish for your treatment to be reconsidered, you will succumb."

The metallic voice sounded merciless but detached, as if it were speaking about the weather rather than Garr's fate.

"Subject: Garr, the Lockdown procedure will begin immediately."

Before Garr could protest, the machine sprang into action. Mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, locking around his wrists and ankles. With deft precision, they secured him to the table, his body stretched out and vulnerable.

Garr struggled against his bonds, his strength useless against the machine's superior mechanics. The metallic voice addressed him again. "Subject: Garr, the Lockdown procedure ensures that your genitals are kept safe and contained.

Once the procedure is complete, you will remain in the device until we can guarantee that you pose no risk to others or yourself."

The steel arms began to move towards his big cock started to fit the chastity device. The chastity device comprised of

a rigid ring, with an attached piece to cover and enclose the subject's genitals. The ring was slightly smaller than his scrotum, ensuring a snug fit. Its texture was smooth, and it felt cold against his skin. The device had a small gap between the ring and the cage, enabling him to urinate without removing the chastity device. The metallic voice instructed him to spread his legs as it affixed the device around his waist. The metal clasps clicked together securely, sealing him inside the device.

Garr struggled weakly, his attempts futile against the machine's unwavering determination. The metallic voice of the machine reassured him, but there was a cold detachment in its tone, a stark contrast to his pleading cries.

"Subject: Garr," it said, "The Lockdown procedure is complete. You have been safely contained."

Garr whimpered softly, his body shivering with fear and humiliation. He couldn't bear the thought of being locked away in this contraption, imprisoned by his own genitals.

The humiliation was almost too much to bear. Garr let out a mournful moo, a sound of despair and defeat. The metallic voice did not acknowledg his distress

"BULL TAMED" the voice bellowed. Garr heard the welcome sound of iron on iron, as the doors to the device opened, allowing his freedom.