The bull hadn't been completely knocked-out, but he wasn't quite fully conscious--Asystole moved towards the hugely-endowed beast and pulled up his eyelids with gloved fingers. They'd needed to tranquilize him to move the massive longhorn from the pasture into the milking stall. The seven-foot-tall wolf-dragon hybrid was humming to himself, dressed in a lab coat, black hair slicked back between his curling horns, gray fur soft and neat.
He bent to tighten the leather straps around the bull's hocks: any movement would be stopped by the numerous restraints. Standing back, it appeared that the bull was splayed open, on all fours, opening his back legs. He was spread wide, his cock still sheathed, heavy balls hanging. In essence, he was virtually locked into the prone position, with no ability to move. The tranquilizer, while quickly wearing off, kept him from panic, but his breathing was going from a smooth pattern to erratic pants as he took in his surroundings.
The bull was their prize creature at the farm, with scrotum that hung down nearly to the ground. They were already huge, and by the time Asystole was finished with him, his cock and his balls would be obviously even bigger. The increased size in both would also force them to become overly sensitive--and the more sensitive the equipment, the bigger the load. "Now," he said to himself, grinning with a streak of sharp white teeth, "it seems that our subject of the day is coming back to himself." Moving behind the bull, he moved the creature's tail out of the way and bent to heft one of the massive, boulder-sized balls in both bands and squeezed it.
He bent to tighten the leather straps around the bull's hocks: any movement would be stopped by the numerous restraints. Standing back, it appeared that the bull was splayed open, on all fours, opening his back legs. He was spread wide, his cock still sheathed, heavy balls hanging. In essence, he was virtually locked into the prone position, with no ability to move. The tranquilizer, while quickly wearing off, kept him from panic, but his breathing was going from a smooth pattern to erratic pants as he took in his surroundings.
The bull was their prize creature at the farm, with scrotum that hung down nearly to the ground. They were already huge, and by the time Asystole was finished with him, his cock and his balls would be obviously even bigger. The increased size in both would also force them to become overly sensitive--and the more sensitive the equipment, the bigger the load. "Now," he said to himself, grinning with a streak of sharp white teeth, "it seems that our subject of the day is coming back to himself." Moving behind the bull, he moved the creature's tail out of the way and bent to heft one of the massive, boulder-sized balls in both bands and squeezed it.