Beefy's Story: Part 1 B
#2 of Beefy the Bull's Story
Beefy's Story: Part 1 B
By: Beefy the Bull
Side story: Sex education.
This is a side story, that may or may not tie in to the main story line- as that has yet to be decided.
And it was in school that I started to come of age. I had been to the 'sex education' class, and it was embarrassing, but informative. But it didn't help any because it was all about humans, and had nothing to do with young bulls. The science teacher in charge of me was a nice man, and he after that class, he took me in to a empty room in the basement of the science building where I lived and filled me in on what he knew about breeding cattle. I was very shy at the time, and it was very embarrassing.
Dr. Gordon took me to the science building through doors marked 'authorized personnel only' just down the hall from my room. I had never been to this part of the building before, and looked around with interest. It was of the standard concrete cinder block construction as the rest of the building, there was a large examination table and several operation lights in the middle of the room, and one of the walls was covered with mirrors, and a table to the side had some charts and papers, gloves and instruments on it. Doctor Gordon flicked the lights on, and walked over to the examination table
"Take your clothes off." Dr. Gordon said unapologetically.
"What?" I asked taken aback, and very modest.
Dr. Gordon looked at me for a moment, probably trying to decide how to go about this.
"Well in your unique case, we have no standard charts, or diagrams to go by, and if I am to help you, or teach you, we will have to see what you have." he said empathetically. "You need to take your clothes off."
"Ok..." I said quietly and humiliated as I moved over to an empty section of table and started to take off my shirt, trying to stay cool, but dreading removing my underwear. My heart pounded as I got closer to that moment. I turned around and noticed Dr. Gordon watching me undress. I could feel the heat in my skin as I blushed under my fur, I turned back to the table now only in my underwear, and then I swallowed, and dropped them and then placed them on the table with the rest of my clothes. I turned around and, fully nude, faced the Dr. and found the lights around the examination table to be on, and very bright. I couldn't see anything other than him in his white coat, the examination chair, and small attending rolling tray/table. The Dr. put on a pair of latex exam gloves and a surgical mask.
"Over here now." He said calmly.
I moved over to the middle of the room surrounded by lights that made the rest of the room fade to inky darkness by contrast. I found it was somewhat cold in the room, but the Dr. cut me off before I could say anything.
"Right here." he pointed to a circle marked on the floor. I moved to the middle of the circle and stood in place while the Dr.'s gloved hands guided me in to the position he wanted me in. He looked me over carefully and moved my arms around, extending and contracting them several times, turning my head, he had me squat and stand, jump twice, and a plethora of other things, all quite humiliating when done naked. I still wasn't seeing what this had to do with sex education, though I wasn't quite concerned with that, as much as getting this over with, and covered up. After walking around me and looking carefully, probing my tufts of fur around my neck, chest and poking my skin with his finger several times (thankfully he avoided my private areas) he stopped and looked at me for a moment, as I covered my groin with both hands.
"Now sit over here." he said suddenly and gestured to the examination chair.
I moved up to the table/chair and looked at it briefly trying to figure it out. It looked strong enough to hold my weight, but it was a odd thing, the padded table was split 60-40 or so with the 60 side leaning forward like the back of a chair. There were metal posts sticking out from the front of the chair, with foot rests on them and padded arm rests on both sides too. I placed my arms on the rests, and Dr. Gordon told me to put my hooves on the foot rests and fastened a strap around the ankle of each foot. I guess he noticed me flinch, it felt very uncomfortable having my hooves strapped to the chair, and he explained himself.
"The chair is electric, and moves with those buttons-" he pointed to a small control panel next to the chair "-if it moves and your feet are not strapped in, it could hurt you."
It seemed logical to me, but I didn't say anything, all I could do was nod, I was too embarrassed.
He then fastened a strap over my wrist, and when I objected and tried to un-fasten it with my free hand he slapped my hand and shouted at me to calm down. I stopped my resistance and he explained it was necessary for my and his safety, and used a vague explanation that I 'may become agitated'. He quickly fastened the other strap while he soothed and distracted me with his words. I quickly found myself strapped in to this chair/table, and the doctor re-arranged the lights some and then moved back to me. I was frightened and embarrassed, and couldn't do a single thing about it. The doctor moved over to the controls, and as he touched them, I felt the chair start to move electrically, my hooves slowly rising up, and my knees flexing.
"I'm going to get you in to a better position to perform an examination. "
"An examination...?" I managed to stutter.
"Yes, we have to find out what you are before I can help you." the doctor smiled.
"Ok." I said quietly as my the bottom of my hooves became level with my rump, and then stopped, a separate servo started and my feet were forced apart wider than my hips, opening my legs and leaving me quite exposed. And then the armrests rotated, and stopped with both of my arms sticking out from the shoulder and up from the elbow.
"There we are, good access for the examination." the doctor said and moved over to the place between my legs.
"Well as you know this-" he grasped my cock "-is the penis, it is currently in the flaccid state."
I hadn't expected him to touch me when was lured in to the room, and was in no way ready for it. I was so humiliated, and I couldn't do a thing.
"And this is the glans, It's probably a very sensitive area for you." The doctor said touching the head of my cock. If I wasn't so ashamed it might have felt good.
"It would receive most of the stimulation during sex." he said absentmindedly as he took a cloth tape measure and started to make measurements of my cock. After a few strange moments of silence I looked away, it was all I could do.
"Now this is your scrotum." the doctor said as he gently felt the sac. " it contains the testicles-" he said as he rolled each one around in his gloved hand. "-That are connected by the spermatic cords." as he felt up one of the cords. By this time I was shaking, because I was nervous and embarrassed beyond belief.
He continued to touch and probe my genitals, rattling off names absently, but mostly he seemed focused on taking measurements and making some sort of notes. Once he was done he grabbed a tray mounted on an arm, and pulled it between my legs. The tray had a few things on it, a smooth rod, studded with metal rings and trailing wires attached to a small control, and a white squeeze tube with screw on cap.
"This is electro ejaculator, I'm going to use it to collect a semen sample." he stated calmly, and devoid of emotion.
" W-wha?" I stammered.
"It works by electrically stimulating the prostate, and causing an erection and ejaculation." he said as he squeezed some lubricant from the tube and spread it on the rod, then placed it on a holder that aimed it at my vulnerable opening.
"This might feel unusual, and a bit uncomfortable." the doctor said as he applied some lubricant to my tail hole, and then probed slightly with his gloved finger.
"Don't touch me!" I said shakily as I started to cry.
"I assure you this is quite necessary for ..." the doctor said pausing for a moment "-your health."
"Please, let me leave." I pleaded quietly, but the doctor made no notice as he prepared to insert the electrode-rod.
"No..." my whisper was almost inaudible.
"Ok, I'm starting now." he informed me indifferently as he slid the device up to my hole. I felt a slight touch of cold, then a building tension as he forced the electrode rod past my fear tightened opening. It was humiliating being penetrated by the device, it stung as it stretched my body to fit. Once it was fully in place and bumping up against my prostrate, he turned it on, and powerful sensation filled me- it hurt, as like being shocked with electricity may- but it also felt ... good? But regardless; my feelings and thoughts had little to do with what happened next- quickly I became erect. And I tensed up, pulling at the restraints, back arched, and panting and moaning loudly- both from pleasure and pain. The device seemed to pulse on and off, each time becoming stronger. And after several pulses, each one incrementally stronger, I couldn't withstand it's effects, and my body decided to shoot my seed. But the doctor was ready with a collection tube, with a funnel attached, and he collected most of my seed.
I lay back on the table and caught my breath, and began to cry- I wanted to be any place but here. I wasn't paying any attention to what the doctor was doing as he moved about the room. But after a few seconds he came over to me and looked me over.
"Let me go..." I whimpered.
"Are you calm?" he asked blandly as he shined a pen light in my eyes, and looked me over.
"Yes." I lied, I just wanted to run far from here, I wanted to be alone so I could cry.
"Ok, well we are done here, so I will fix the chair, and loosen the straps. Just don't get up before I loosen all of them." He said paying little attention to me and more to a computer monitor hanging nearby.
He pressed a button or two and the chair's arms and legs started to move me back to the position I was in when I first sat on it. Once it stopped moving, the doctor managed to peel himself from the monitor for a moment and loosen the cuffs and straps that had held me firmly captive. As soon as he had them all loose, and not a second later I climbed out of the chair, feeling humiliated and violated.
"You can get dressed and leave." the doctor said, going back to his monitor and ignoring me.
In tears I moved over to the table that held my clothes and dressed. I quickly pulled my pants up and started for the door.
"Good night- I'll see you in class tomorrow." the doctor said lightly without looking up from his data, in the same way he did when class was dismissed-as if nothing had just happened.
I left without a word, and ran to my room- the doors were locked after dark, so I couldn't get out of the building. I lay in the bunk and cried for a long time, I felt so wrong. My rear hurt, it stung and was sore, so I took a shower and tried to make myself feel clean somehow. No matter how hot the water, or how much soap I used, I still felt dirty. Violated.
I got dressed and lay in bed, I felt too vulnerable without my clothes on, even in my room, in my bed. I wrapped myself in the blankets and left the lights on as I lay there thinking about tonight and worse yet- tomorrow. Wasn't there a way that I could just put everything on hold? That life could just stop for a while?
I would have to go to class tomorrow. I thought of lots of ways that I could try and get out of it, but there was no real way. If I told them I was sick, they would take me to the school clinic and run tests. I couldn't run away, the fences and cameras were everywhere. If I did anything other than go to class, there would be questions- so many probing and invasive questions- I would have to go to class. I had no other choice.
But I won't let them ever control me. I would show them- I'm still strong.