Jude led Chad into the barn, and into a breeding stall. He fastened a heavy leather collar around Chad's neck with a big beat up brass cowbell attached. Chad soon found himself in a harness on a ramp with metal guide rails around him. He was facing the back end of a cow dummy. He turned his head and said, "Moo?"
"Heh, heh," Jude laughed, "Did Zeb tell you that you'd be fathering a herd of a couple hundred calves maybe?"
"Moo."
"Well, you probably thought you'd be mounting all them cows, didn't you?" laughed Zeb putting on a big rubber apron, and long rubber gloves. He continued, "Well, you may have noticed all our cows are in stalls? We rarely let them free range. Only when its calving time do they roam. So we're going to milk your balls, and use a turkey baster full of your cum to get the girls preggers."
"Mmmrrrooo!" protested Chad.
"Well, it's not like you have a choice, and I don't plan to jerk you off ten times a day or more. Just the first time to gauge your size, the size of your average load, and sperm count. Then I've got a modified milking machine that will do the rest. Just need to make sure its set for your erection size, and ejaculation load. Then I'll position this monster vibrator in your rectum to stimulate your sphincter and prostate, and you'll be blowing your load like clockwork, cowboy."
"Moo?"
"Yeah, I know you used to be human, and if your sperm is half as good as Zeb thinks, we'll be collecting at least ten thousand loads from you and freezing it for sale or future use. Side effect is you'll probably only be able to cum with a dick or vibrator in your ass, but then Zeb always likes to top jock boys. Of course, if your sperm aren't all he thinks, I'll geld you, and fatten you up to sell for beef."
"Moo!"
Jude didn't speak to Chad again. He popped in his ear buds, and milked Chad to the rhythm of Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Depeche Mode and Nine Inch Nails. Chad discovered he could hear the tunes with his new bovine ears. He managed to deliver three loads before Jude hooked up the milking apparatus and shoved the heavy vibrator into his ass, and locked it in place with a metal bar attached to the rail. The timer seemed to run every 25 minutes. Chad would cum, and get a 15 minute reprieve before the device started pumping him again. The smell of cows in heat in their stalls in the barn was intoxicating. He tried to resist, but heck he was still male.
It was after six, when Zeb detached Chad from the apparatus that was milking his balls. He didn't release Chad from the trainers that held him in place. He patted Chad's rear flank, and said, "Good boy, Chad, I knew you had it in you. Now a good breeder is a lean bull, so half rations for you tonight."
He poured some oats into the trough in front of Chad's head. Chad had already discovered the automated watering pan, it refilled when it was half empty. Hungrily he chomped down on the oats. The barn went dark, and cows lay down in their stalls or slept standing up. Chad couldn't lie down, so he slept standing up.