As Steverino led his players on to the field, he couldn't help notice the animal trailers parked next to the field. They were empty. Seemed an odd place to park them. He noticed a couple of jerks dressed up like cowboys with their horses tied to the fence. He made a point of walking over to them.
"Keep those smelly animals off our field," he growled.
"Yeah, there are already too many smelly animals on it," quipped Rico with a smirk that looked a lot like a sneer.
"Yeah, well, you heard what happened to your bro. I'd watch that smart mouth of yours, if you know what's good for you," added Dillon.
Steverino glared silently at Dillon. No good broadcasting what they did last night. He snorted, and started to run toward their calisthenics station on the 50 yard line.
"Rico, shouldn't we make a campfire to heat the branding irons?" asked NicK, as he nervously watched the football players exercising.
"We don't need fire. The branding irons are electric," he nodded to a couple of devices plugged in at the base of one of the light poles.
"Oh," said Nick.
"Yeah, they're going to make some fine steer. I'd love to make Steve's nutsack in to tobacco pouch, but Claudia wants to keep him as a breeder. Maybe I'll tan Dillon's nutsack?" Rico remarked as he leaned against the fence, and watched the beefy football players get a lot beefier.
"Dillon's the one who shoved me into my PE locker, I should get to keep his nuts," said Nick suddenly brave.
Rico laughed. "Yeah, and that was after he packed with his teammate's dirty jockstraps and socks, wasn't it?"
"Yeah," Nick said in an embarrassed unhappy voice, "I was stuck in there all night."
Five more boys and two girls rode up on horses. They all had ropes hooked over their saddle horns.
"Well, gotta admit Claudia's solution is unique," Rico said with a pause.
No one laughed.
"Come on, get it unique- eunuch. We're going to castrate them?"
"They'll just be dumb animals by then," Jill said, "Claudia told me."
"Well, I hope they remember who they were and what they did," Nick said.
"I hope they make good barbecue at graduation," laughed Rico.
The sound of men scrimmaging changed into the sound of hooves stampeding.
Jill pointed out at the field where there were now forty bulls working their ways out of their shredded uniforms. A couple helmets got smashed under the hooves, while others rolled across the green. Steverino mooed loudly trying to organize his former teammates into a cohesive herd. Everyone was stampeding. It felt good to shake off his gear, and feel the air on his massive cock and nuts. Some of the players were over on the sidelines chewing cud, Steverino shook his head. He heard a shout, and saw the cowboys. Oh, no you don't he thought. He charged toward the locker room.
Nick and Rico undid their reins from the fence, and mounted up.
"Yee haw! Time to round up some mavericks!" shouted Rico as he urged his horse toward the gates to the field.
Most of the bulls retained the back of their jerseys on their backs bearing the name and number of their former human wearer. Nick twirled his lasso and dropped it around the neck of one of the smaller bulls. Number 48. He smiled as he ran the bull down, dismounted and proceeded to hogtie it.
When the bull's legs were tightly bound, Nick pulled out his elasticizer band and fit it around the bull's balls. He released the elaticizer, and the band snapped tight.
"It's only gonna sting for a bit, Ryan, then it'll go numb, and your nuts will drop off. You're just a steer now. Now where's that branding iron?"