By Ed Rider

Many thanks to HMAuthor for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version.


Brad was like a giant rag doll being dragged along the floor. Bob was on one side of him, and Jake was on the other. They were holding him under his shoulders while his feet trailed behind them. When he was able to lift his head for a few seconds, Brad could see what he called the three C’s – at least when he wasn’t using the full c-word.

He knew it was them, because their firm round rears were bouncing in their tight-fitting jeans and getting him hard, even as drunk as he was.

He knew they hated the nickname he called them, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care much what anybody in the Animal Husbandry 101 class thought about him. The two guys were strong, but he was bigger and stronger. As for the three girls, Sammie, Sally and Molly, they were hot, and he wanted them, whether they wanted him or not.

Three weeks into the semester, he hadn’t gotten anywhere with them, except crude fondling and mauling whenever one of them got close enough. They had learned within the first few days what a Neanderthal he was, but they were all farm girls, so they never reported him. For them, he was just a stupid, ornery bull, like some of the troublesome animals they had to deal with growing up. They stayed out of his way, and they talked to each other about how to break and tame the wild bull, but they hadn’t come up with any ideas until today.

Actually, Brad was the one who had found their solution for them. After an exhausting day of learning how to use the artificial cow from New Zealand, the six of them were relaxing in the break room with some beers. As usual, Brad was loud and rude, and as he tossed back beer after beer, he became increasingly abusive.

“You three C’s need to be mounted by a real bull,” he said with a nasty leer, “just like those bulls we brought to the fake cow today. I’m the only real bull in the room who can satisfy you. Are you ready to take a look at what I’m going to put under your tail. Come over here, and I’ll show you.” He laughed his loud, ugly laugh.

“Before this class is over, I’m going to mount each of you, just like those bulls mounted that cow. And then you can collect my specimen.” He laughed even louder.

His five classmates sat at a table on the other side of the room sipping their beers and talking quietly, trying to ignore him. But during his last tirade, Sally sat up straight and gave her attention to him. As she listened, a smile came over her face. She turned to the other four. “I’ve got it,” she said, and she began laughing. “I know what we’re going to do with Brad to shut him up. Starting tomorrow, he’s going to be as cooperative as a trained dog.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Molly.

“He just gave me the idea,” said Sally. “Help me work out the details.”



As she had predicted, Brad got things started when he fell out of his chair onto the floor. That’s when they knew he was so drunk that he wouldn’t be any trouble. Now the two boys were dragging him down the hall to the animal pens while the three girls were walking ahead and discussing their plan.

“Just a second,” said Sally, stopping the group. “I’ve got to get something.” She ran down a side hall and came back holding the two video cameras and tripods they were using to film some experiments in one of the classrooms.

They continued dragging Brad until they reached the large, empty room with the device from New Zealand. It was simple. The foundation was a souped-up go-kart, with a solid, steel roof. On top of the roof was a sturdy metal platform that was completely covered in cowhide. In the back of the platform, there was a hole through the cowhide, and inside the hole was something soft and flesh-like for the bull’s pleasure.

Someone would operate the go-kart, and when a bull was brought in, the slowly moving kart with the artificial vagina would entice the bull and arouse him, and the bull would try to mount it. By maneuvering the kart, the operator would position it for the bull to insert his penis into the artificial cow vagina. Then the bull would thrash on top of the kart and give up a specimen, which went down the fake vagina into a receptacle.

That was how it worked when all went smoothly. Some bulls were bashful bulls, or at least they couldn’t produce their semen without extra stimulation. They had to be sedated so that the students could handle them, and then the students used other methods to get results. One was hand manipulation of the bull’s anatomy. This involved massaging the testicles, but also something that only an aggie would ever do, reaching into the bull’s anus and finding his ampullae and prostrate and massaging those. The girls didn’t bat an eye when it was their turn. They were proud that their manipulations were so effective that the bashful bulls gave up their specimens almost instantly. They joked with Bob and Jake that they would do the same for them if the boys ever needed to produce a specimen.

They learned this technique even though it was rarely used now. Instead there was a device that looked like a vibrator that was inserted into a bull’s anus and turned on to provide electric stimulation. It worked almost every time, and hand insertion was only resorted to in the rare cases when the bull didn’t respond to the electric device.



Bob and Jake pulled the cowhide off the top of the artificial cow, and everybody looked at the structure underneath. There was a heavy iron scaffold attached to the roof of the go-kart, and on top of that was the metal platform that the bull came down on. Attached to the scaffold was the artificial vagina.

“It’s gonna work,” yelled Sally, and the girls began giggling.

“Wow!” said Jake.

“I don’t know,” said Bob.

“OK, Bob and Jake, lift him up,” said Sally.

The two men raised Brad in the air and pushed him between the pipes of the scaffold on the roof of the go-kart. Once inside the structure, he looked like he was in a jail cell. He began thrashing as they lay him on his back.

The girls climbed up next to Brad, and Sammie unbuckled his belt, while Sally and Molly pulled off his boots and tugged at his pants legs.