Chad awoke with a start. He was lying on the ground behind the field house. He was human, but he smelled funny and ached all over. He had the mother of all headaches. Was he hungover? He didn't remember drinking or taking drugs. He remembered being a young bull in a corral. A lasso roped him. He was tied, and the cowboy banded his nuts, then cut them off. It was a nightmare. He held up his hand. Four fingers and a thumb - not a hoof. Damn, that nightmare was so real. Man, his feet hurt too.
Chad sat up, and saw his shoes were on the wrong feet. He reached to untie them, and realized the shoes were tied wrong. They were tied backwards. Someone else tied his shoes. Someone else dressed him. He looked down at his shirt, the buttons were in the wrong holes. He looked around, he couldn't see anyone else in the field house. His underwear was too tight, and giving him a painful wedgie. He looked the dirt floor of the field house, he hadnt been carried here, it looked like he had been dragged
It felt like whoever dragged him did so by dragging him by his underwear.
He took his shoes off, unbuttoned his shirt, then he undid his belt, and saw he was wearing a pair of tighty whities - he didn't even own a pair. His jeans were quickly pulled off. Chad sighed in relief as his underwear was pulled out of his ass crack. The back of his hand was inside the back of the underwear to loosen it, and rubbed against a rough patch of skin. He craned his neck over his shoulder and pulled back his underwear. He stared in horror. He had been branded.