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Transformed - Chapter 26: Man to Horse
A light flickered in the ceiling, and one of the five men inside the small room groaned. He and four of his fellow inmates from the local penitently had been kidnapped by the warden. A jailbreak had been staged, and the media had been told that the five had been shot while attempting to escape. In reality, they had been drugged, bound, gagged, thrown into the back of a truck, and driven into the country. When they had woken up, the men found themselves attached to a concrete wall. A heavy horizontal metal beam pinned their heads and arms, and their ankles had metal bands around them that were embedded into the wall. They had been stripped of their clothes. In the concrete cell, two men were bound to the left wall, two men on the right, and one man was attached to the opposite wall from a metal door.
The large man with a bald head, blond peach fuzz over his body, and a huge tattoo of the state of Texas on his arm had been the first to note their situation, and he struggled in vain against the restraints and then screamed. This woke up the rest of the men, and they all joined in a chorus of shouts in the vain hope that someone would come to their aid. Next to the bald man was a thinner, younger man with pale white skin covered with freckles and bright red hair. On the opposite wall, a tough-looking, muscled man with very little body fur and a white streak in his black hair was bound next to a very furry man with a brown hair and a deer tattooed on his chest. The final man, the one opposite the door to the cell, was the worst of the inmates. Tall and serious looking, he had been put away for several murders, and his eyes were dark and cold.
"Let us the fuck out of here!" screamed the bald man.
"Where are my fucking clothes!" yelled the muscled man.
"Help!" screamed the pale and hairy men.
The metal door creaked and opened, flooding the room with light from beyond the threshold. An older man appeared. He had massive, muscled arms and a long, white beard.
"Shut the fuck up!" Charles yelled as he stepped into the room.
The tall man spat at him, and Charles walked up and slapped the man's face in response.
"You will learn respect if you expect to be fed!"
Charles had five ball gags in his hand. He used one to strap around the face of the tall man as he thrashed. He then turned to the other men and gagged them similarly before smiling, and put his hands on his hips.
"Yes, that is much better. I can hear myself think. I expect you are wondering where you are and why you are bound to a wall naked. As you know, each of you has been given a life sentence without parole. However, the county has a budget shortfall and doesn't want to raise taxes to pay to support you. So, the warden arranged that little prison break so you could be given to me. My name is Charles. I am your new master. Each of you will be taken shortly, and your vocal cords will be paralyzed. You will never be able to speak again, though you will be able to grunt and make some sounds after you heal."
The bald man screamed into his gag and shook his arms and legs, but the bindings held firm. Charles turned and smiled at the man before continuing.
"You each will be transformed. How, may you ask? You will begin to put on muscle and bulk up through a series of injections and operations. At the same time, the follicles on your body will go into overdrive, and you will develop long, thick hair from head to toe. Your feet will toughen and become callused so you can work outside without needing shoes or clothing, and your intelligence will quickly be reduced to less than that of a toddler. You will become workhorses, in other words. You will be beasts of burden that can be sold to farmers. You will spend the rest of your lives plowing fields, hauling carts, and performing other acts of labor."
At this point, the men all began to scream and struggle against their restraints, and Charles laughed.
"There is no use struggling. Out here, no one will be coming to your rescue. You have no families, and no one will miss you since you have been declared dead. The sooner you accept your fate, the better off you will be. That being said, I know you are probably anxious to get started, but I have left out the best part! I am a scientist researching how the human body works and can be altered at the cellular to molecular level. My latest success is the modification of male genitalia."
Charles smiled and groped the tall man.
"With drugs, I can make a big cock shrink smaller than a pea, and I can make a small cock grow to huge proportions. Testicles can be altered similarly. But, through extra-cellular matrixes and gene therapy, I can even graft and alter the tissues into new shapes that are still fully functional. Thus, you five subjects will be my guinea pigs for a new type of transformation I will be attempting. Over the next several months, I will be lengthening and increasing the girth of each of your cocks and enlarging your testicles. Your shafts and balls will be colorized, and I will graft new tissue to your foreskins and glans. The goal is that when you are erect, you will have foot-long, thick shafts ending in a thick, flat, wide glans with a heavy set of balls... the perfect stallion dick."
The tall man grunted, and Charles patted the man's average-sized balls.
"Stallions need good names, and since you were such a troublemaker in the real world, I have decided to call you Outlaw."
Charles then turned to the pale man.
"I felt it was appropriate to name you Ghost and your bald friend next to you Tex, since he has that nice tattoo."
Charles spun around and grinned.
"And I have not forgotten you two," he said to the furry man and the tough man.
"I think Buck will work for you since I like that deer tattoo, and since this tough guy has a streak of white in his hair, I will call him Blaze."
Charles left the room for a moment and then returned with a vial in one hand and a syringe in the other.
"Now, stallions, prepare yourselves. We have a long afternoon of operations ahead, and I need you all quiet and compliant. This drug should knock you out for a while."
The large, bald man, Tex, groaned. He felt pain in his neck, and when he tried to speak, he realized he could not vocalize. The room was dark, but he could see light coming in from under a door in front of him. He felt chains on his wrists and ankles and noticed they were attached firmly to an eye hook in the center of the room. He leaned over and was able to put his head against the door. He could hear male voices but could not make out the words. He lifted back and banged his head against the door.
A dull thud could be heard, and the man felt the pain in his skull. The door was metal like the cell he had been in earlier. Tex saw a smaller door near the top shake, and light appeared around it. Forgetting the pain, he leaned back and slammed against the door again. This time, the small door opened after a few moments, and two faces appeared. One man did not look familiar, but the second man he recognized Charles. Tex flew into a rage and hit the door twice with his head.
"Tex is harmless," Charles said. "I paralyzed his vocal cords this morning, and he is just waking up. I have four others in the barn outside. I will be transforming them into horses. Beasts of burden like my Steer."
"Oh, that thing we saw driving up," George replied. "I thought that was a bull like at Richard's."
Charles laughed.
"It used to be, but it had behavioral issues. So, we castrated him, and I experimented on him further to turn him into what he is now. Tex, here, earned a life sentence for several armed robberies and attempted murder. He and his fellow inmates are my new projects. Before long, they will be dumb but strong stallions ready to serve their masters."
Charles shut the small door, and Tex sneered at the door. His head and neck hurt now, and he pulled against the chains to see if they would budge, but they were firm. The realization of his predicament was setting in. He would never be able to speak again, and his body would soon be altered. As he caught his breath and stared at the door, he decided to find a way to escape as quickly as possible.
When the voices stopped, Tex sat in the dark for what seemed to him to be an eternity. The air was cool, and he felt his skin tighten. He was almost relieved when he heard voices return, but it was apparent that one of them was new. When the door to his cell finally opened, a man that looked to be built like a football lineman appeared in a white lab coat. He smiled down at the bound man.
"How are you feeling, Tex?"
Tex grunted and kicked at the man.
"Well, at least you have your strength!" the man replied as he pulled out a syringe and filled it with a fluid. "This will help to calm you. We have work to do today."
The man injected something into Tex's arm, and he felt a cool rush in his veins followed by a feeling be being relaxed.
"My name is Jake," the man said as he pulled out a key and removed Tex's bindings. "I am Charles's assistant. Let's get you up on your feet, big guy."
Tex wanted to fight back and flee, but he could do nothing as Jake pulled him from the floor and put his arm around Jake's neck. Jake then led Tex into the next room, where there were metal tables and medical equipment.
"Is he ready?" Charles asked from the left side of the room.
"Yes, Sir," Jake replied.
"I'll come to help you get him into position, then," Charles responded.
One of the metal tables had a white cloth over it. The two men lifted Tex onto it with difficulty, then laid him back. Jake bound his arms and legs with leather restraints attached to the table's sides, and Tex watched as the room seemed to spin around him.
"Give him his first series of injections while I determine how I want to colorize his cock and balls," Charles replied.
"Sure thing, Sir," Jake said as he moved to the side of the room.
Charles leaned over Tex, lifted the man's balls, and inspected his shaft.
"Do you have any thoughts?" Jake asked as he prepared the syringes.
"Well, growing up, the horse we had had black balls and black coloring up half its shaft. The other half was pink, except for the tip and glans, which was black. I think that is how I will color all of their cocks."
"That will look nice," Jake said as he injected the first chemical into Tex. "Do you think we should be coloring them now?"
"It really doesn't matter," Charles replied. "As the tissues expand and grow, the permanent coloring I have invented will not alter much. At least, I hope it doesn't. But, if it does, we can reapply as needed."
"Will you be still implanting the ring under their shafts?" Jake asked as he injected Tex with a second chemical.
"Yes," Charles replied. "But that will be after they are farther along. "The preputial ring will go about halfway up their shafts and sit just under the skin. It will be easy to insert, but I need to wait until the transformation is nearly done to do that."
"Sounds good, Sir," Jake replied. "I have been in contact with Heath. He will secure the real horse cocks for you and put them on ice so we can use the tissues for grafting."
"Excellent," Charles replied. "That part will be the hardest part of this process. But, I have high hopes for success. We can experiment on Tex first when he is ready. If the procedure works, the rest of the stallions will follow."
"Excellent, Sir," Jake replied as he injected Tex again.
As the third chemical flooded the man's system, he became drowsy and passed out.
"He is sedated, Sir," Jake said.
"Excellent," Charles replied. "Grab the shaving cream and razor so I can get rid of all his pubic hair. Then we can start the dying process."
A week had passed since the men, Charles's beasts, had come to the farm and had their voices taken from them. They spent most of their time bound to the wall of their cell when they were not being experimented on. A solitary light suspended in the center of the room was their only illumination, and it was still a shock for Buck to look at his fellow beasts and see their colorized cock and balls. They had IVs in their arms that fed them nutrition, and they had learned to defecate and piss onto the floor, which was cleaned up by a farm hand that came by three times a day and hosed out the cell, which now was rank with the smell of men and waste. When the door opened again, and they saw Charles's face, each of them moaned.
"Well, I have good news, stallions!" Charles announced. "The stables are now ready. Each of you will be moved into your new homes."
Jake appeared with a syringe, sedated Blaze first, and then removed him from the wall. Charles assisted as they moved the beast out into the barn. To the left and right, new stalls had been constructed. There were six in all, three on each side of the barn. Each booth had a low wooden gate that opened into a hay-covered area with blankets folded in one corner.
The first stall to the left was open, and Blaze was led into it. Jake then held the beast as Charles retrieved a heavy metal band which he installed around the beast's neck. He then placed smaller ones around the beast's ankles and wrists. The bands had loops to which chains attached to the stall's sides could be attached. Once the beast was retrained, Jake helped Blaze sit down on the hay against the wall, and they moved out and closed the wooden gate.
Charles spoke again once all the beasts were led out into their stalls and secured.
"I hope you will enjoy your new home. Each stall is yours for as long as you stay with me. They each have a small window to enjoy the sun and fresh air, and we will replace the hay regularly to keep it fresh. The farm boy, Gerald, who has been cleaning your last cell, will lead you out into the yard periodically at first so you can do your business. There will be set times for you to exercise and eat, and you will be given recreation time once you have proved that you are no longer a flight risk."
"In case you had thoughts of trying to escape," Jake spoke up, "you will notice that each of you has a heavy cock ring around your cock and balls. This contains a proximity sensor. It will explode if you try to leave the farm, taking your lower abdomen with it."
The beasts groaned and looked down at their genitalia as Charles continued.
"Jake is correct. There is no escape. You will accept your fate. But I expect each of you are hungry, so I will have Gerald come in to feed you. Have a good day, my stallions."
Charles and Jake left and each of the beasts scanned their new homes as the mild sedative they had been given wore off. When Gerald came in an hour later, he was carrying five metal pails that he lifted over the gates and placed in each stall.
"Inside, you will find a gruel of chicken, beef, vegetables, and other ingredients that are part of your transformation process," the boy said. "Please finish it all. I will return to collect your pails shortly."
Ghost moved over and stared into its pail. It looked disgusting, but the smell was not bad. It used its hand to lift a portion to its mouth, and when It tasted it, It was surprised that it was palatable and better than some of the meals It had received at the jail. It moved the pail between its legs as It sat on the floor and then used both hands to scoop the meal into its mouth. The other beasts found a similar stance, and each was so hungry that they finished their gruel within minutes.
When they were done eating, Jake brought them out into the yard to allow them to squat and empty their bowels before being returned to their stalls. As Outlaw's door was shut, the beast noticed a small nail lying in the hay. It grinned and reached for it. It was made of hard metal and would be a perfect pick for the lock keeping him restrained.
"Fuck this asshole," the beast thought to himself. "I'm getting out of here, and he's going to learn that he fucked with the wrong man."
Outlaw's life of crime had started at a young age when it used to break into stores. So, it had the skills it would need, and with some luck, the older lock would not be a problem. What concerned him more was the metal band around its cock and balls. If it was indeed an explosive, it was the smallest one it had ever seen. The band was heavy and thick, and a wider section below could contain a proximity sensor, but it had a hard time believing this fucking Charles had the technology to arm such a device. To be safe, though, it would need to tread carefully.
As the time passed, the stallions learned their daily routine. They were woken up at seven in the morning and chained together before being led around the property by Gerald in a golf cart. The jogging was toughest on Ghost, who had led a pretty sedentary lifestyle, but they all learned quickly to keep up, or their fellow beasts would drag them.
At seven-thirty, they were led into a smaller building where there were shower heads and were given a quick two-minute cold shower. After drying off, they were returned to their stalls, fed breakfast, and then led out into the yard to defecate. The next stop was the gym on the property. They were given a strict regimen to help build their strength and develop their bodies and Jake was there to monitor and ensure they did not get out of line.
When it was ten o'clock, they were brought back to the barn to get their vital statistics taken before they were injected with their daily cocktail of drugs. Each beast's muscle mass, weight, fat percentage, height, and cock and ball development were carefully tracked on a spreadsheet by Jake and Gerald. Afterward, they were given a rest period until lunch.
They were brought into the field in the afternoon and started to assist Steer as it plowed the fields, checked on crops, and did other labor around the property. They did not stop till seven o'clock when they were brought back into the barn for dinner and a rest period before lights out. It was a hard life, but nothing that the men had not faced in prison.
It was during the evenings that Outlaw worked on its lock. It had to file the nail down to get it smaller, but a rough metal frame around its window offered him the perfect tool to get this done. Once the implement got to the correct diameter, it was a matter of inserting the nail in the right place and at the right angle. The process took longer than it anticipated, but on the fifteenth day of its stay in its stall, it heard the lock click open, and it grinned.
"Now this fucker is fucked!" the beast thought to himself.
As it pulled the chains from the bands around its wrists and ankles, it stood up quietly and looked around. The other stallions were asleep. It was new moon, and the area around the barn was pitch black.
"I couldn't have picked a better night for this," Outlaw thought.
As it opened the wooden door to its stall, it began to creak. It paused for a moment, but nothing stirred, so it carefully maneuvered around the door. It then made its way to the front of the barn and out into the night air. It stretched and grinned as it felt its freedom was in sight.
"Now, what about this fucking cock ring?" Outlaw pondered.
It was too small to be an explosive. It was sure of that. But could it be a tracker? Would they be able to follow him once it escaped? That would be more likely. Its first thought was to find some heavy implements, break into the house, and murder Charles and anyone else inside. However, it had never been inside the big house and was unsure of its layout. It would be foolhardy to risk its chance at freedom for revenge right now. But it knew where this fucker lived. The man would be dead within a month by its hands. It promised himself that.
Outlaw headed for the back of the property. It was heavily wooded, and it had noted during its daily jogs that a creek flowed through the area and would offer some water to drink. It could also throw the scent of any dogs that might be used to follow him by wading through it. Without shoes, the forest floor hurt its feet, but it could handle the discomfort for the time being.
It took the beast an hour to finally find the property line. It had waded through the stream at several points and paused to rest and wash the blood from the soles of its feet. However, it was sure that it had taken enough detours to throw off any tracker that might try to find him. The small fence in front of him was made of wood and had two thin metal wires stretched across it. It picked up a stick and touched the wires to see if they were electrified, but there was no reaction.
"What the fuck are these for?" Outlaw thought.
It reached out and quickly touched them to ensure they were not live, but they were cold to the touch and felt like typical metal.
"This is damn odd," Outlaw pondered.
It sat and rested next to the fence for thirty minutes before deciding it was worth attempting to jump it and make a run for it. It could see a clearing not far ahead and knew that the main road had to be close. There would be the minor issue of being completely naked with metal bands on its limbs and dyed genitalia, but it was best to take one step at a time.
As Outlaw through one leg over the fence, a faint beep came from its crotch. The man did not hear it, though. As the band around its cock and balls moved forward and passed over one wire, a signal was sent back to the main house. A computer registered the proximity alarm and instantly sent a response that communicated with a tiny microchip that sat under the beast's balls. It took half a second for the device to arm, and a small battery began to build up a charge. The resulting shock that was emitted moved through the molded plastic explosive in the band.
Deep in the woods, a loud bang could be heard. Birds, woken by the detonation, scattered in all directions, and an alarm sounded within the house.
"What the fuck!" Charles groaned as he sat up in bed and quickly ran downstairs to his office.
On his computer, the display of his perimeter fence system showed an alert, and there was a flashing red marker over a specific section.
"Fuck!" Charles groaned as he put on a robe.
"What the hell is going on?" Jake asked as he wandered in from his room at the other end of the house.
"I think we might have had a jail break," Charles said. "Let's go check on the stallions."
The two men rushed out into the night and across to the barn. When they turned on the light inside, they saw the four new beasts and Steer in their stalls squinting and shielding their faces from the lamps above, but the stall at the end, across from Blaze, was empty.
"Outlaw is gone, Sir," Jake reported.
"I was afraid of that," Charles said. "Put your boots and pants on and grab a rifle."
"Yes, Sir," Jake replied.
It was not yet three in the morning when the two finally made their way out to the area marked on Charles's computer display. The smell of burnt flesh and iron was pungent as they approached where the fence had collapsed due to the explosion. One of Outlaw's legs had been sheared off and was sitting next to a post, but the rest of its body had been flung forward. A gaping hole sat where its cock and balls had once been, and its intestines had spilled out and been nibbled on by a passing animal.
"Fucking hell!" Charles replied as he covered his mouth with a handkerchief. "I warned that bitch."
"What should we do, Sir," Jake asked.
"Go grab the ATV and a tarp," Charles replied. "I will gather its parts together. We need to bring it all back to the barn."
"Yes, Sir," Jake replied as he quickly left.
The black and bloodied decomposing remains of what was once Outlaw sat on the barn floor between the stalls of the remaining beasts. They all stared in horror the following day when they were shown what was left of their comrade.
"Listen up!" Charles boomed. "I warned you what would happen if you tried to escape. Now, you can see firsthand the result. You all will be digging a grave for this piece of shit and burying him before you are fed. Let this be a warning. You will follow my orders and obey me, or else."
The beasts nodded in response as Charles left, and Jake brought them out to perform their duty. There would be no more complaints or rebellion amongst them anymore. They completely submitted to Charles and accepted their fate, surrendering the last vestiges of their human lives to the man.