Rattle rattle rattle―
As Jeremy is gripped with terror, the bull-drawn wagon continues on its way. Unlike the glass cage, which is state-of-the-art, the wagon seems to have to be pulled by the monster itself.
The terrified Jeremy stares up at the ceiling, unable to see where they are going. Perhaps because it is adjusted to the size of the monsters, the overly high ceilings make him feel like he is looking through the maw of a giant beast. The air is cool yet strangely humid at the same time.
He is scared. He wants to go home, watch the waves on Nawatuwa sandy beach and drink a beer. He knows it is fake, yet every time he can't help but remembers the happy times on the island.
Jeremy curls up in a ball, chewing on his lip with a sullen expression. Maybe he needs to immerse himself in the virtual world again.
Rattle―
The rattling wagon stops, and another loud, booming voice rings out.
『Hurry up! Asterios will be here soon!』
The foreman of the factory wants to look good to the authority whose plan is to visit today. If things go well, he may get a promotion or at least, a nice reward. He doesn't give a f*ck about the little men in the wagon; he just wants to increase milk production and no accidents to happen in his jurisdiction.
And so the bull monsters force the men in the wagon to prostrate themselves on an inspection table. Jeremy is no exception. Convinced that they are blind, the middle-aged man dares not to scream or resist. He moves obediently, pretending to see visions like everyone else. Because who knows what misfortune would befall him if the monsters discover that he has learned the truth.
The able-bodied men, without a single piece of cloth on, are lined up in a row like livestock. The position is similar to when you are about to be put to death under a guillotine. The only difference is that instead of their necks, they are supported by their waists―b*tts raised in the open air.
After ensuring that all the men have been placed in their correct positions, the foreman pulls on the heavy lever with his big, strong hands. A frame descends from the ceiling, securing the humans on the examination table so that they cannot escape nor remove themselves.
As a result, instead of a guillotine, they look like dogs stuck in a small hole in the wall. Now, the coveted holes, nestle between their bouncy a*ses, are facing the monsters.
It is so bizarre to see not only one, but dozens of juicy twitching holes in a row. With only half of their torsos sticking out of the wall while b*tts sticking out on the other end, the humans really do look like cattle in a barn. It is saddening to see them looking so dumbfounded, not knowing what actually controls them.
Jeremy's mind wanders, dreading that he and the other men are about to be butchered soon. If the guillotine is for decapitation, this stringed device may be for separating the upper body from the lower.
Max, Max...
Jeremy seeks his lover. But of course, his prayers have no chance of reaching the monsters. One by one, the blind bulls stand before each man's pinned hips, ready for inspection. The skin of their rounded a*ses varied in color, but each bears a hole that is softened by years of stabbing.
"Ungh..."
Jeremy turns his head anxiously to see what is going on behind him, but he can't move due to the tightness of his waist. Footsteps, grunts, and what sounds like breathing echo loudly from all directions.
Jeremy shudders. His gaping a*s hole is still tender from being stabbed by the robot dild0. It's no laughing matter when your upper body is about to get severed from your lower body. But then―
Huff, huff―
A hot breath is hitting Jeremy's hole and testicles. He tries not to react but is too impossible. His body is so tense, he can see every muscle between his thighs.
Jeremy bites his lip and rubs his face against the cold examination table. A long, hot, wet tongue then gently licking around his exposed a*s hole. The tongue darts over the hole as if it is about to plunge in.
"Haah ah, wait...wait...!"
Good that Jeremy's reaction is muffled by the groaning and moaning of the humans next to him. Kneeling down between Jeremy's legs, the bull monster presses its hot, snorting nose into his battered b*ttocks. Its long tongue flicks and wraps around the tender area, and soon crawl into the narrow opening.
"Hmm, ugh...! No...! No, ah...!"
The hot, slippery tongue tickles Jeremy's hole. The sensation is different than having a penis, or silicone dild0―he had mistakenly assumed belonged to Max―inside his. He tries to force his hole to stop the penetration, but the slick tongue just slides right in.
"Oh, don't...! Stop, stop, stop...!"
Jeremy indeed had assumed that he was going to be torn to pieces by the bull monster, but now it is clear what is going to happen to him.
"No...! I don't want this...!"
The filthy, slimy monster's tongue, is shoved into Jeremy's hole and rams down his groin.
Jeremy jerks. The thought of mating with a monster causes him to flail his legs and kicks his legs around. He can't turn around or run away from the flailing tongue, but he can't just stay down. He is terrified and pale.
Thud!