Chad entered the darkened room and walked straight into what felt like a leather net. He was tangled in a heavy duty leather harness. He was lifted off the floor as his feet, as weights dropped in reaction to his weight in the leather sling. He was trapped with his udder and feet dangling beneath him. He kicked his hind legs, but his hooves gained no purchase. He felt so exposed, the harness spread his hind legs exposing his ass and the soft wet hole beneath it. His tail swished, Chad bellowed for help! "MOOOOOOOOO!"
Footsteps echoed down the empty barn hallway. Someone was coming? Probably, Steve or one of the other brotherhood boys.
The lights flickered on.
"Oooh, Chad, looks like somebody really needs to be bred. You even strung yourself up in the breeding harness. I really don't want to leave you hanging, " said Mike.
"You're lucky, I decided to stop by after the game to let you know that our team whipped your water polo team, guess without you on the team, ah, well. Now, cow boy, where am I going to find a bull to mount you?" Mike asked adjusting his swelling crotch. He licked his lips.
Chad tied up in leather straps, half human, all sweaty helpless man with an udder swinging beneath him. Damn, it was making Mike horny. Too bad the breeders brotherhood focused on milking most of the year, and only brought in bulls when it was time to breed them.