The countryside sped past as the truck headed for its destination, troubling Bryan's thoughts. The truck passed a colorful highway billboard for a Halloween haunted house. Bryan noted the billboard without real interest, knowing his destination was much more scary than the artificial chills and thrills of some corny Halloween attraction. He kept hoping for a flat tire or some mechanical malfunction.
The men arrived outside a huge building that resembled nothing so much as a huge industrial factory. Bryan hoped he was ready. He had done nothing but think of ways to escape during the long ride. He had decided to get as far away as his hooves could carry him and not look back, but once the men pulled him, quite literally, from the confines of the trailer, a barrage of scents and aromas brought Bryan's bovine mind to the forefront again.
The scent of the opposite sex, of so many cows crammed into a relatively confined space, made it difficult to think. He felt his bull cock emerge from its hairy sheath.
"No, god no," he thought. "I've got to make them understand this is a huge mistake."
An employee met the men and had them lead Bryan onto a metal floor. It turned out the floor was actually a scale, which soon provided a read-out of the weight. He realized that his weight determined his value as the employee counted out some money to give to the men who had delivered him.
He bellowed. Bryan wanted to escape, the bull still wanted to fuck.
Bryan was set loose with a herd of other cows crowded together into a sturdy corral. The cows were all moving into a narrow space at the end of the corral, forming a single line as they entered a narrow curving containment area. It reminded Bryan of the way lines flow at an amusement park.
Bryan realized they are being funneled in the direction of the dark, looming building. The bull only knew there are other cows present, and started to enter one of the lines to follow one of them.
"No," Bryan fought against the bull's drive and tried to force his bovine form to turn aside.
The cow stops and his bull's face pushes against her backside, getting a good whiff. Oh god. His cock fully emerged, hard and ready.
Other cattle funneled into the chute behind Bryan and the cow. The cow moved forward; Bryan followed.
The steady stream of cattle drew ever closer to the ominous building, but Bryan was focused on burying his cock in the not entirely unreceptive cow.
At least his attention had been distracted from what might be awaiting. In addition, the curved walls blocked out noise and visuals from the huge building.