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Pleasure Island
The Viewing of Self
A man stands on top of his truck, he calls out bids as those changed and by the Park managerial attitudes they deemed some as unworthy or unwanted, these they sent to this auction.
The brass ring did its work, as taking a young human male it made of his flesh one fine big black bull. When the assistant to the auctioneer took a grip on and with a wrenching jerk, he the removed that cursed dooming ring from out the nostrils of an anxious male bovine knowing his own name. This asserted to Mike his knowing he stood there looking every part of his body as if bred, born, and matured into becoming a bull.
"Men, on the block here is one exceptional bull, he is of the Black Angus breed, an equal to a two year old specimen, what is my first bid for this prime sire for you herds?" The auctioneer said, he motioning for the bull to be turned and allow the men there to see what all Mike had then; especially the massive size of his bovine bullish testicles.
Sad and at the same time having some lusty desires as would any a bull, Mike knew his sale and transport to some farm would place his nose to the rump of many a cow. Mike knew the sexual perverse lifestyle of being as would a bull would in his case at to damn him to be permanently a bull, that being his future, if he were to live a fuller life, then maybe this whole thing was his predestination!
Placidly, he stood listening,dusted from rolling in the corral as he had to wait his turn before the auctioneer, Mike soiled his tail with some acrid sloppy poop, it green from the hay he ingested as food for thought. The realization of knowing of self, his mind able to grasp his situation, Mike felt drawn to accepting this new form and a strange bestial manner of living out his life. As much he felt disgust for the filthy places he went, he had a hankering then to join a herd and discover the angle of his sheath, the length of his bovine shaft, and the feelings he would have when with mounted and humping a cow those healthy big balls spewed forth a frothing big load.
"Hup... hup do I have another bid, going once, going twice, SOLD to the Killingsworth Ranch of Appleton Wisconsin!" The auctioneer yelled, and Mike knew he became then as property, an animal with a future of doing what he as a young man looked favoring toward, but not planning ever to do it with leathery lipped cows!
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