Chad lost himself in his lust. He was just one horny bull. Between cows, Rick would lead him to different stalls with new cows in them. Chad realized that after he had serviced Bessie and Elsie that Rick had led him to the stall across the way with two other cows in heat, and then had let Bessie and Elsie out to the pasture. He had apparently brought a couple cows back in and put them in Bessie and Elsie's stall. Chad couldn't believe his bovine stamina.
"Line up, ladies," mooed Chad, "I got plenty for all." Rick just heard Chad mooing loudly.
In another stall, Brutus snorted. He was Achilles son, but he was the champion bull that his father had been. Brutus preferred mounting the male calves to mounting the cows. So the last few years, Rick had spent hours milking Brutus' cock for semen to artificially inseminate the cows. When he realized that Chad could do all the work, he decided to help Bruno with his plan to turn Chad into a Speedo. He grinned. The leather Speedo really was his lucky Speedo in more ways than one. He heard Chad breathing heavily, and realized the bull must be pretty exhausted. He flipped on the power switch to the electric branding iron. The Double R brand would be a permanent remind that Chad was owned.
After the last cow, Rick led Chad back to his stall, and began rubbing Chad with a curry brush. Chad lay down on the straw. Suddenly, he felt Rick pull his legs together and a rope tied him tight.
"Moooo!"
"Well, Chad, see I told you I was a top bull roper. Now, you know what time it is?"
"Moooo!" roared Chad, by which he meant, "You're not changing me back into a Speedo!"
Rick stepped out of the stall and returned with the glowing hot branding iron.
"That's right it's branding time, Chad!"
"Moo!" asked Chad, "What!"
"Mooooooooooo!" moaned Chad. This time it was just a screaming moo.
The smell of burning hair and flesh permeated the barn.
Chad passed out. He turned blue, and Rick couldn't help but make a lame joke about Babe the Blue Ox.
When he came to, Chad felt so weak. It was dark. He tried to stand. He tried to move. He realized that there was something - er, someone inside him. Rick had done something to change him back into a Speedo, and was wearing him now.
"Yeah, Bruno, I know-" Rick said into his phone. He adjusted himself, Chad felt so humiliated. Rick kept adjusting himself. He was jerking off! His bull lust was behind him for the moment. He didn't realized the seat of Rick's Speedo was now monogrammed the with Double R Ranch brand.