The Herd
The moonless sky stretched into the inky black night, blending with the horizon. The Ram ducked his head low, inching across the yard. He was the last generation to have been bought up into slavery. The generations to follow would know nothing of life outside of the herd. They would never know how to move without someone nipping their heels. His heart ached for that open pasture and peaceful life once more. He bundled up under his worn clothes, patched together from old scraps in hopes of making passable clothing.
Tonight, he would run.
The clouds thickened, blotting out the stars as the ram broke into a fevered sprint across the yard. The growing thunder helped to deaden the sound of his footsteps as he moved closer to the front gate. The pen stretched around him in all directions with only one way out. His hands gripped the metal handle, heart pounding as he pulled hard, feeling the heavy gate beginning to creek open.
"Going somewhere?"
The voice stopped him cold. The Boarder Collie stepped forward, flashlight coming to life in his paw to blind the wound-be escapee. The night patrol uniform hugged his body. The wool jacket was probably sheered from someone the Ram knew, maybe even loved. The collies wore it as a reminder of who was in charge and who was controlled.
"An evening stroll, maybe? Or just a quick trip down to the store, picking up a few things for the Missus?" he continued, moving closer, moving the spotlight down from the Ram's eyes and back up again. The flicker left him disoriented while the Collie carefully circled him. "Well, no answer? Just happened to feel like polishing the gate handles?"
"No, sir," the Ram said, feeling the blood sinking to his knees. "I'll go back to the herd now, sir."
"Well, you see, that's not going to be enough," the collie sighed, finally moving up close to grab the Ram by the horns, tugging his eyes to the ground.. "Come to the barn, we'll discuss just what happened here. Get going." He moved behind his prisoner, marching as the misery began to flood his heart, all thoughts of freedom dashed.
The light from the barn stung his eyes, the other rams away from the herd watched the two from their cells. A panicked hush filled the room as the Collie gave him a few prods toward the shearing restraints. The cracked leather cuffs tightened around his wrists before the Collie linked them together with a short iron chain. Two cuffs bound around each ankle before bind them tight. The Ram fell to all fours unable to stay balanced with his feet too tightly bound. Finally, the cold silence was broken as the Collie sighed again.
"We give you a place to live and give you work to do, and still you try to run from us. Tell me, as the stud ram, why do we keep you here?" he said matter-of-factly.
"To breed more sheep, Sir," the Ram replied, little stub of a tail twitching with growing anxiety.
"Exactly! You just fuck and eat and sleep! I have to herd, report, observe, and do all the hard work!" He began to shout before looping another length of chain around the Ram's throat like a choke collar. As soon as the loop was formed, the Collie yanked hard, hobbling the Ram to his knees. "Eat, fuck as many woman as we let you, and sleep the rest of the day! And this is how you repay us?" He gripped the back of the Ram's shirt collar. With one strong pull, the flimsy rags tore along every seem, bursting into a pile of cotton scraps. The collie seized the back of the shorts next, putting his heavy leather boot down on the Ram's shoulders to bend him forward while yanking, ripping them apart. The whispers from the cells grew as some pressed forward to watch while others backed away to avert their eyes from the Ram's bared form.
He had certainly been chosen well for his role as a stud. The heavy balls swung between his legs as the soft dick rested atop them, thick foreskin drooping over the tip. He swallowed hard, bared to the world as the Collie marched around him, giving his balls a nudge with the toe of his boot.
"Get it hard," the Collie said lowly.
"What?" he replied, a chill shooting through his body.
"I said, give yourself a fucking hard on!" the Collie shouted, giving the Ram another kick. The stinging boot print left him stumbling as his bound hands reached down to his cock. The chains clinked loudly as he seized the plump shaft in his fingers, sliding the hood back over the wide head. A few sinewy strands of precum dripped from the slit. Each brush of cold metal against his thighs sent a chill through him as the hands pumped faster, eyes wrenched shut to block out the shameful stares of the other sheep.
"Hmm, you're long overdue to get crotched," the Collie uttered as he pulled the electric shears from the wall. A flick of his thumb sent them buzzing to life in his paw, leaning down to size up the Ram. A firm shove placed the Ram on his hands and knees. One hand keeping his body steady while the other shamefully pumped. The sheers buzzed along the frame of the Ram's muscular rear as clumps of fleece fell to the floor. A cold sweat broke out over his forehead as the whirling clippers traced closer and closer to his sensitive hole, smooth ass exposed to the night air. "Don't move or you'll get cut," the Collie warned, angling his wrist to nip across the smooth flesh, the blurred bladed scraping him hard to well up a few drops of blood.
The Ram's cock pulsed in his grasp, wide head pushing in and out of the foreskin, head swimming as the flickers of pain shot through him, threatening to knock him off balance. The Collie whistled through his teeth in approval. "Cute ass! I think this stud needs to remember his place," he said, pulling the heavy wool pants down to his knees. The big dog dick oozed cum from the mushroom head, greasing along that burning shaved ass. The Collie spit down on his, saliva splattering across the upturned hole and aching cock. He smeared the thick fluid around his shaft before driving forward.
The Ram cried out as the other sheep began to move around in their cells. The electricity in the air grew, fearful eyes unable to look away as the Collie tightened his grip around the Ram's sides. "Back into me, ram. We keep you here to follow orders," the Collie said, wriggling his hips back and forth. The Ram gave out a defeated whimper as he wobbled backward, hole widening more and more. The Collie leaned forward and grabbed both horns,yanking back hard as he slammed forward to the hilt. Stars filled the Ram's eyes as the rest of the world tunneled out of focus. The Collie wasted no time, sifting his fingers through the thick wool to grab tight as he began to fuck harder. Everything zoomed back into focus as the Ram began to moan, jetting splatters of clear slick into the puddle between his legs.
"Bleat like a good little sheep!" the Collie shouted, swatting that shaved ass. The hand print stung even more against the still sensitive flesh. The Ram raised his head, giving out an animalistic bleat before spreading his legs wider, stubby tail wriggling more. "Nice and loud, let me hear that you remember your place!" the Collie shouted again, hips slapping louder against the still bleeding rear.
"Baaaah, I'm a good sheep! I'll stay with the herd! Baaaah!" the Ram shouted, tongue falling from the corner of his mouth as the Collie pulled him back by the horns again, driving deep inside him. The canine's balls swung and collided with his own, worked up to feverish rhythm.
"I think everyone needs to know that you're only here to fuck, and after tonight, you're here to get fucked, too!" the Collie sneered as he snatched the sheers up from the floor. The noisy buzz filled the room again as he works his hips in short shallow thrusts. The Ram could feel them digging into his back, nipping and scraping even more. Even without being able to see, he could feel the shape of each letter as it was sheered into his thick fur.
"S..." the Collie whispered, angling his hips to start pounding against the Ram's prostate.
"L..." He held the Ram's throat tight in a one handed grasp, teeth gritted in total dominance.
"U..." The collie held still, thick precum already filling the Ram and oozing out of his worn hole, down his shaved taint to fall onto the floor.
"T!" the Collie announced, leaning back to admire his work. The Ram moaned, both shuddering as the scrapes burned with the fresh brand of herd slut. The Collie reared back and swatted his ass good and hard, sending the Ram over the edge. He fell forward off his hands to hit his head on the floor, body heaving in orgasm. The collie reached down and pinched off his foreskin, watching as the cum pulsed and swelled up inside the hood. The Ram whined, kicking and squirming as he felt the sticky jizz swimming around his cockhead before the collie released, letting it ooze from the tip into his shameful puddle of ecstasy.
The Collie pulled out, leaving the wide ass gaping for all to see. He stepped around him, heavy boots thumping on the barn floor. His paw seized the choke collar again and pulled him upright before stuffing his musky cock into the drooling mouth. The Ram offered no resistance, suckling and rolling his tongue over the bitter cock. The Collie gripped the horns again, thrusting hard and fast, each probing thrust gagging the Ram again and again. He gave a low snarl before yanking back, veiny cock pulsing before hosing the Ram down to ropes of pearly cum. The Collie gripped his face, keeping his eyes open as the hot cum covered his face, stinging and blurring his vision as he ran down his face, eyes, and nose. The Ram opened his mouth, weakly licking at his lips before the Collie released him at last to fall back down into his own puddle.
"Listen up, everyone! Let this be an example. You are a herd, and you serve a purpose. If anyone has a problem with their purpose here, we will find a new one for you." He pulled up his pants and adjusted his uniform before stopping at the cell control panel.
"This one was unhappy being a stud, so now," he flicked a few switches as more cell doors swung open. "Let him enjoy his new job deciding on the new stud male." The other rams moved cautiously from their cells, beginning to circle around the fallen male. Instinct and pheromones both hung heavy in the air as the other rams drew closer, clothing left in their wake as the stud knew he was no longer the Ram. He was the Slut now.
He opened his mouth and moved back on to all fours, abused hole trying to tighten. The males lined up, position of stud ready to be taken. The Collie turned his back and left the barn, locking the door behind him. He whistled happily as he walked through the moonless farm, the herd safe for the night.