When the exam was nearly over, his father changed his surgical gloves, and opened a sterile collection jar. Chad clenched his teeth, and prepared for the inevitable.
His dad was pretty good at this, he thought doing his best to not enjoy it. Initially, he tried thinking of football stats, but it occurred to Chad if he didn't produce sperm readily, his father the vet would probable recommend gelding. So he relaxed and enjoyed the hand job.
"Wow, this specimen container is nearly full, and my arm is getting sore. Brad could you get another specimen jar and take over milking this potential stud?"
"Sure, pa, I was getting bored sitting here after driving out the collection container. Hey, boy, going to enjoy the master's touch," Brad said, then cracking his knuckles, he opened a fresh container and went to work.
"You really should wear gloves," their father complained.
"I'm sorry I didn't think to bring a big specimen jar, but the owner indicated his horse was going to be gelded," said the female. Why couldn't Chad recognize her voice? He only recognized Brad's after his father said his name. The voices all sounded kind of alien to his new horse hearing.
Oh, Gawd! Chad thought as Brad took over milking. Brad had spent last summer at the Bovine Husbandry Cryogenics Laboratory as an intern, and he must've drained hundreds if not thousands of ballsacs.
"Cmon, boy, that's it, oh, yeah, good boy," Brad prattle nonsense, but the tone of his voice and the firm grip of his flesh was reassuring. " Oh, Yeah, bet you can shoot two more loads, big boy."
He looked over at his father, and asked, "what's the stud's name?"
"Huh?" the vet said in a confused voice, he was reviewing the specimen vials, and paperwork to make sure they hadn't missed anything. He flipped back through the chart, "Ah, heh, heh, his name is Chad."
Brad laughed, "Wonder if kid bro is as prodigious as this Chad?" Then to the horse, he said, "Chad," and squeezed the horse's penis tightly each time he said "Chad".
"Chad's a good horsey! Chad's a real stud! Cmon, Chad, make me proud! I know you can Chad!"
Chad was churning out load after load. He hadn't produced this much cum when he was human, but his balls were smaller back then.
"That's a good, boy, Chad, but I bet I can coax a bit more out of you," Brad said turning his attention to massage Chad's balls.
Chad was in heaven. Next time Brad joked about giving Chad a capacity test he might say yes. Provided he ever was human again, and if he still had his balls.
Brad managed to crank out 3 small loads before Chad was dry.
As he capped the second specimen jar, Brad commented, "We should really do a recovery capacity test in an hour to evaluate his stud potential. That's what they do with the bulls out at Bovine Husbandry."
"I bet they do. Well, I've still got to collect stool and urine samples, so if you have enough jars, you can do your recovery and capacity tests. Though I thought those took several hours to complete?"
"I don't mind, and I've got my own car, and a box of specimen jars," Brad said with a grin, and a glance over at Rob who was carrying in fresh bales of hay. Was Chad the only one to notice Brad was making eyes at shirtless Rob?
Chad whinnied.
"Oh, Chad, don't worry, I'll be back for seconds or twenty seconds in an hour."
"Now we put some more salve on the animal's penis, so it won't chafe," said the vet applying salve unknowingly to his own son's now equine body.
The gloved hand pushed gently into Chad's anus, and pressed internally on Chad's bladder. Once the stream started flowing, the vet stuck a collection bottle in the stream, nearly filling the bottle. Then he used some long sterile swabs to collect stool samples.
With all the attention to his anus, Chad let his apples of the road drop with plops on his stall floor. His father got some on his white coat, but he took a fresh swab and jabbed the hot turd on top of the pile for an additional sample.
The doctor and his daughter packed up, and left. Chad was a bit grossed out that his sister was there while he was put through the capacity test. But as long as no one else knew he was the horse, he supposed it did not really matter.
Rob asked, "So why are you sticking around,uh, Brad?"
"Well, I do like the scenery, Rob," Brad said with a smile, "Besides it takes a few hours to do Capacity and Recovery on Chad to see if he's equipped to stud. Can I help with the bales, while I wait?"
In fifteen minutes, Brad had stripped off his shirt and carried in two bales at a time to each one of Rob's.
"Well, that's all of them. In record time too, uh, thanks, Brad," Rob said staring at Brad's sculpted chest glistening with perspiration. .
Chad was watching the two shirtless men from over the rail of his stall. He snorted, which meant "get a room". But they had already reached that conclusion, and lay down hay on the floor of the empty stall next to Chad's stall. They were soon going at it hot and heavy.