The leather gloved hand hefted Chad's ballsac. The man holding them's face was still not visible. He said, "Tch, normally, I'd cut these off while I got you hogtied. But iffin' I'm gonna make your scrotum into a leather Speedo, your scrotum needs to be a might bigger. So you're lucky, cowboy, you get to keep your balls for a year or two. After you put on a few hundred pounds, your scrotum should be big enough to harvest and make into a ball hugging pair of swim trunks."
"Mruh!" Chad bellowed.
"Ha, ha, ha! You don't like the idea? Well, cowboy, you don't got no vote. But as your new bovine senses takeover, I suspect you will come around. See we got like a thousand head of cattle. Mostly steers and cows. Unlike the other steer you still got your balls. Now Goliath normally services our cows, and with 600 females and only a couple bulls you may get lucky- leastways until Goliath notices. Heh, heh, heh."
"Muh?" Chad whined. He was already smelling the female pheromones. He might enjoy being a bull. Goliath? Damn, Zeb has bull named Goliath. Chad remembered Zeb's bull Goliath was huge, and he had mounted bulls and cows alike to show his dominion over his herd, when Zeb hosted a barbecue at his ranch last spring.
He heard Goliath roar, as the monster smelled the new bull in his barn. The sound formed meaning in Chad's bullhead: *MINE HERD, MINE HOLES, MINE, MINE, MINE*
Chad shuddered. He feared what might become of him. He didn't fear becoming a bull or being castrated. He set his jaw. He would triumph. He would be human again. But first he would face Goliath.